#my boyfriend wants to hang out with someone and only thing that goes thru my head is hes gonna end up falling in love with them

[clvmtines]

welcome aboard, clementine martinez, student #2. we are excited to set sail with you !  has anyone told you that you look like alexa demie? according to our records, you hail from florida, usa, prefer she / her pronouns, are a cis woman, and are here to study creative writing. we also see you received a spot on the ss university because of your online lottery win — we won’t tell anyone. during your first few weeks here, other students said you were + charming, + free-spirited, but also - restive. it sounds like you spend most of your time at the billiards room. upon checking your luggage, we noticed you packed a casino chip carried around for luck from home. hopefully your roommates don’t steal it!

hi friends! i’m very excited to be here. i’m jay (est, she/her) n i used to play astrid nyland a few months ago if anyone remembers bt i had to leave for personal reasons. i’m so glad to be back now that i hve life sorted and some free time for summer break <3 read on for some details abt this new muse of mine, clementine. 

01. biography !

so ! clementine was born in florida. & yes, her real name is clementine. her mom thot it was the cutest name idea ever. clementine mostly goes by clem. she comes from the town [redacted] in florida bcoz i am too lazy to look up a specific town <3 but alas ! it was swampy and humid and she lived in a trailer park. 

her parents got knocked up at nineteen. clem was born nine months after a particularly wild 1999 fourth of july. her birthday is march 26th and she’s an aries. 

(TW: addiction, child injury) clem’s dad was a gambling addict and petty criminal—he wld steal credit cards n whatnot. he wld gamble away diaper money n it would cause constant fighting until her dad finally left. her mom took this very hard n began drinking a bit too often, leaving clem to to make cereal for dinner n fend for herself. once clem tried to make hot dogs on the stove and spilled boiling water on herself. got a p bad burn on her arm/shoulder and still has a big scar.

the soundtrack of her childhood was cicadas buzzing and stray dogs barking. the sizzle and pop of natty light cans. turning up her ipod to max volume to drown out the sounds of her mother fighting with her new boyfriend.

throughout her upbringing, clem’s dad was always in and out of the picture. he’d blow into town when he hit it big. he’d take her on these little “adventures” like staying in a motel 6 n renting movies at block buster n ordering good pizza nt the dominos shit she ate with her mom lol. ofc he was charging it all to someone’s stolen credit card. he’d always promise to, like, take clem away. n clem was a daddy’s girl so she believed him. the last time it happened was her h.s. graduation. her mom didn’t show ( "overslept” after a bender ) but her dad did and surprised her n said everything wld be different. bt then he bailed on their plans for the next day n when she called his cell, the number was disconnected. tht was the defining “i’m done” moment. clem promised to never be disappointed by her father again.

(TW: racism) her mother has mexican ancestry and clem’s always been called her twin. but clem was raised in a predominately white area and honestly ?? it was really hard without her even realizing it. she’s still unpacking a lot of things today abt her youth that jst weren’t okay bt she thought were normal. like microaggressions, stereotypes, being fetishized by boys in high school. gross shit.

as a kid, clem was rumored to be really poor bc she wore tattered clothes n got free lunch at school. once she invited a friend to her house & the next day they told everyone it’s in a trailer park. that reputation—the “trailer park girl”—was really hard to shake. and clem got almost desperate to shake it. she was endlessly trying to set her old self on fire and emerge from the ashes like a phoenix.

eventually clem became more “popular”. in school she was, like, a straight b student. very average although super creative and quick-thinking. she always had street smarts. problem solving skills. independence. more of, like, practical intelligence as opposed to book smarts because academia bores her tbh. she was like why am i reading these overrated boring books by dead white men or learning abt polynomials when i know nothing abt how to pay a mortage or do taxes. like...she saw the american education system as bullshit and put in modest effort because she didn’t believe it deserved her sweat and tears. 

however, she entered the online lottery for the seas program on a whim and got in. so she’s studying creative writing now.

02. personality !

first thing you shld know abt clem is that she’s a compulsive liar essentially—she tells various stories to make her life seem better than what it was. to one person, she’s an heiress to a real estate company and grew up wealthy. to the next she was raised by nomadic hippies. some of her lies are small fibs while others are grandiose tales. she rarely talks about her actual upbringing. she hates talking abt her family or the v real trauma of growing up in a household where both parents struggled w/ addiction; the uncertainty, the broken promises, the fact that she had to grow up so soon and deal w/ so much. it wasn’t fair, and if she thinks about it too much, she feels this anger. anger at the universe. anger at her circumstances. she doesn’t know where to put this anger. she doesn’t know how to shrink it. so she avoids it.

despite her rough upbringing, though, clem is actually really sweet and kind. she’s adventurous, fun-loving, free-spirited, and bold. 

bt ! she can also be closed-off, competitive and restive. 

she’s seemingly tight with everyone? like she’s jst that girl who can get along with anyone tbh. 

in her spare time you can catch her tanning by the pool, hanging at the bar, playing pool ( which she learned from her dad ), and socializing. she’ll never say no to hanging out with people. 

she learned a lot from her little “adventures” with her dad, who was very good at conning others and often involved her in his dumb little scams. clem is suuuper good at pulling the ‘im baby 🥺’ card to get what she wants.

she can be a little selfish, because she grew up looking out for herself. 

stubborn and dogmatic as hell !!!

she doesn’t do too many relationships but when she does fall, i imagine she falls hard and fast. she refuses to be made a fool of, tho. when she gets vulnerable she flashes back to being a kid, waiting all day for her dad to show up only to have him bail on her. again. she hates that feeling. so if she, like, senses a shift in someone’s energy she’ll b like, “i’ll break up with u before u can do it to me” and the person wasn’t even tryna dump her lmao.

has a lot of sex. too much ?? sex?? mayb. but she’s v sex positive.

her personal style is v late 90s. hair clips, big scrunchies, neon, fur trim, crop and tube tops, hoop earrings, chokers, patterns, platform shoes, biodegradable glitter cuz it’s good fr the earth *winks*. clothes from o-mighty.......actually jst google o mighty, pull up the images and That is clem. she dresses like a bratz doll. she’s dedicated to the aesthetic.

03. headcanons !

her item brought from home is a hot pink poker chip from a casino. her dad gave it to her. he said it reminded him of her because of the color; he got it during one of his winning streaks and said it was lucky. she has a complicated relationship w/ her dad n doesn’t even speak to him anymore, bt she will never go anywhere without it.

she’s a smol bean—only 5′4

an astrology girl and she reads palms ! she absolutely makes astrology tik toks that people only watch because she’s hot. her flirting technique is to ask you to read your palm.

she doesn’t typically drink to get drunk. but she does love a good sugary cocktail. to her, a drink is like an accessory. a blue fishbowl by the pool, a jack and coke as she stands around a bar. usually she'll nurse the same beverage for a while. if you see her wasted it usually means she’s going thru it emotionally lol. the one thing she does do is drugs tho 

pretty much listens to exclusively female artists.

a bit of an activist. environmentalism, feminism and the like, she’s v outspoken. vegan for ethical reasons (TW: drugs) bt still does cocaine. she wears shirts with ‘my pussy my choice’ bedazzled on the front.

loves to rollerblade ! back home she didn’t have a car so she’d bike or rollerblade. now she still has her blades and she’ll use them when the ship docks. 

03. wanted connections !

Friends, bffs, ride or dies, friends who are like siblings to her, maybe a friend with an unrequited crush on either side ??

an ex she dumped/cheated on/otherwise self sabotaged their relationship because she was afraid of vulnerability.

an ex friend who realized she lies a lot abt herself n felt betrayed. OH ! ESP if they opened up to her on many occasions abt intimate, personal stuff. imagine the betrayal they felt when they found that everything they thought they knew abt clem is a lie.

someone who she actually opens up to. a confidant. or, maybe, like, a stranger she drunkenly spilled her soul to and now she avoids them like the plague.

a rival. clem can be competitive.

her drug dealer 

someone she knows she shouldn’t hook up with and… does it anyways. like a friend’s ex or smthing. spicy <3

i welcome anything !

#seasintro #addiction tw #alcohol tw #drugs tw

[honeymoonjin]

domestica - yoongi x reader

A/N: a request from my main hoe @but-kimnamjoonpersona​ who is really Going Thru It with yoongi right now. Yoongi just really really loves you, there’s not really any plot lmao. 1k.

Days like this simultaneously went on forever but never long enough. You had taken your annual leave around the same time promotions for BTS’s new album came to an end, and for just over a week now you and your boyfriend Yoongi had been in this sluggish, romantic haze.

Just like that time between Christmas and New Year’s where you don’t know what day it is and nothing feels real, the two of you had rented a holiday home in the countryside, where no person or thing could bother you. It was like a break from reality itself, and it had reminded you just how much you had missed him.

So far, you had spent your days taking walks around the private reserve, picking peaches off trees and having languid sex on the grass, talking about any and every random topic that didn’t include work, sharing baths so hot that once you got out you both collapsed on the bed for a sweaty nap, only to wake up and have a cool shower.

Yesterday afternoon, you had tried to help Yoongi lift an old upright piano into the living room and pulled something in your back, and it was starting to ache today, so you were currently on your stomach, head in Yoongi’s lap as he eased the knots in the muscles of your back with one hand and fiddled with your hair lazily with the other. He was telling you about an idea for a piece he had, and although you promised not to talk shop on your vacation, you weren’t about to tell him to stop.

“…the chords so that it sounds a little more, uh, dreamy, you know? I was listening to Jamais Vu again the other day, and I think it really calls for a second part. The other side of the coin. A happier one. The same mood but with a happier story. I don’t know, I’ve been thinking about it a lot since we got here.”

You shuffle yourself a bit so that your arm is tucked between his legs and your head, relaxing at the feeling of his nails grazing your scalp just slightly as he absentmindedly tugs on your roots a little bit. “That sounds amazing, baby. Mm, my amazingly talented boyfriend.”

He laughs out his nose, swapping out the massaging of your back with his fingertips for rubbing it with an open palm. You arch your back underneath him happily. “Don’t speak too soon. It might be terrible. Probably won’t even make it on the album.”

You can picture the critical expression on his face right now, so you reach up blindly with your free arm, knocking him accidentally on the nose before resting it on his cheek. “Baby, I know that sometimes you don’t feel like you’re doing enough, or that you’re not good enough, but I need you to know that even when you don’t believe in yourself, I believe in you enough for the both of us, okay?”

You keep your hand there, thumb rubbing softly against the skin, as he goes silent. You figure he’s just lost in thought like he so often is, until you feel something wet fall beneath your thumb. You sit up hurriedly, ignoring the twinge in your back. His eyes aren’t yet red, but they’re glassy and tears are spilling over, striking his cheek and splashing on his now-unoccupied hands.

“Yoongi, what’s wrong?” He shakes his head silently, but you sit on his lap, a leg on either side, and hold his face gently but firmly between your hands so that he has no choice but to look you in the eye. “Tell me, baby.”

He scrunches up his nose and glances up to the ceiling, blinking harshly. You know, even after all this time, he struggles showing others his vulnerability. “It’s nothing bad, my love. I just can’t believe I have someone like you.”

“What do you mean?” you question softly, wiping away the wetness under his eyes.

“So perfect,” he snuffles out with a wet chuckle. “They’re happy tears, I promise. Sorry, I just got a bit overwhelmed there.”

You shake your head and reach up to card your hand soothingly through his hair. He tilts back into your touch, eyes falling shut with a sheepish smile on his face. “Don’t apologize, baby. If it makes you feel any better, I cry happy tears at every single show.”

He sniffs loudly, clearing his throat so that his voice is a little less shaky. “R-really?”

“Yeah, really,” you confirm, planting a soft kiss on his unsuspecting lips. “I didn’t tell you because I thought you might not understand that it was from happiness, but every time I see you up there, and I watch your flawless performances… the raps you wrote, the words you have for the fans, the dances you work so hard on… every time I see that and I hear ARMY scream your name, I cry. I fucking bawl my eyes out, because I’m so goddamn proud of you, and so in love with you that I feel like I’m about to burst. And every time I go backstage and wait for you, I think about how I’m the luckiest person in the world, because you’re by my side.”

“Of course you’re the luckiest person,” he teases, cracking open one eye and giving you a catlike grin. “You’ve got three boyfriends; Suga, Agust D, and Min Yoongi. That’s a pretty good fucking deal.”

You fake-glare at him and pretend to punch him on the jaw. He plays along and jerks his head to the side. “You’ve been hanging out with Jin too much.”

“And you’ve been hanging out with ARMY too much,” he counters, “crying at every concert like a cute little fangirl. Unbelievable.” He opens his other eye, fixing you with a stern look. “I better be your bias.”

“Don’t worry, you big softie, I only have eyes for you.”

He hums in content, leaning forward to kiss you again, his hand sliding up to rest on the back of your neck. “Ditto.”

“Hey,” you exclaim in outrage as Yoongi muffles your words with his unrelenting lips, “you could’ve at least said it back! Ditto, my ass.”

“I could ditto your ass if you wanted me to,” he offers suggestively.

“Damn it,” you groan, “and you’ve been hanging out with Jungkook too much. I don’t even know what that means.”

#yoongi fluff #bts x reader #yoongi fanfic #yoongi scenario #bts oneshot

[poisener]

ELLE    &     GWEN  :  TWO FRIENDS TORN APART ONLY TO BE BUILT BACK UP AGAIN  :  a mini essay on friendship    &    more . 

       this is gonna be a semi - long ass post    &     hopefully one that is articulate    &    not some garbled mess but here we go .   i have a theory /  inkling about elle & gwen and it’s that they were ACTUAL FRIENDS at one point but had a vague falling out , i.e.  exhibited in the way that gwen’s circle of friends   ( god i don’t really know the girls names except erica & madison so forgive me but you know which girls that are always over at her house  .  ) treat /  regard elle .          elle is perceived as quiet  (     she herself has said she is sensitive /  doesn’t like change     )  ,         i personally write her as having some form of anxiety (    most likely a sort of social anxiety   )      &      people      (     especially girls who run in packs     )     don’t like things they don’t understand /   other girls they can’t control or ‘ figure out ‘ .        elle is one of those girls .  she’s pretty enough to be perceived as a threat by the girls who have hunky    &     potentially stupid boyfriends that would cheat on them  (   clark, jason , etc  ) .  she’s talented enough to be envied  .   she’s determined    &    strong enough to hold her own against people who would speak ill of her   ( though she always seconds guesses herself     &    probably doesn’t think of a comeback until after a situation  ) .  

GWEN’S GROUP OF FRIENDS  .  

     in episode 2  “ our to.wn “  we see elle getting ready for something,  she’s putting on makeup  ,   picking out what one might consider a nice dress, wearing accessories , case    &     point she’s making an effort.  she’s making an effort to distract herself from the dissolving world around her.  she comes up to the house   &    is turned away by one of gwen’s friends told to “ go”  after elle urges that she just wants some company.  the girl then says  “  why don’t you try one of your friend’s houses ??? “  .     at first glance, this is just an obvious reference that she’s a loner .      she has no friends . she has secluded herself from groups . but i think here , beyond her trying to make an effort in this new world , this might have been her old group of friends.       though she’s never been considered the most popular or running with the likes of harry /  kelly ,    she might have been friends of their friends,  mid level acquaintances / tolerated if you will because one of the people in this friend group genuinely liked her    &     i think that person might have been gwen .  

one thing that i did notice    &    that might be deemed insignificant by others or seem as far fetched is how they decorate their rooms .  gwen is in gymnastics /  possibly cheerleading     &     elle is in ballet  / other forms of dance .  they both hang their gymnastic accessories / cheerleading bows    &    ballet point shoes up on the wall straight in a row , as close as possibly to their bed or on an adjacent wall .  now, you may be saying ?  well , a lot of people display their competitive sports / trophies like that but i say ,   like minds think alike    &    i believe either gwen    &    elle were civil and knew each other from shared classes or shared sports / dance centers OR their parents were friends and thus they decided to decorate their rooms the same .  i think there’s some sort of shared /  history and bond between them .   another possibility is that gwen tried to integrate elle into the friend group    &    no one else really liked her so what did gwen do ? she badmouthed her ,  she possibly talked shit about her to her boyfriend who then told jason    &     luke who then told helena who then called her a thot in the hallway.  and yes,  that does seem like a silly / trivial thing in a show such as this to bring up but i think it was significant enough point to be made be elle    &    helena to bring up the past . words hurt especially when you don’t deserve them    &     they come from someone you respect or someone that doesn’t even honestly know you.  helena probably said it in the heat of the moment, there were probably rumors about elle floating around ,  vicious hurtful rumors or “ locker room talk  “ by clark    &     the other guys .  guys who would be influenced by their girlfriends perception of another female . 

now onto how gwen’s friends treat elle (  EP 2  thru finale )  .       they treat her as someone to be ignored . someone to scoff at . someone to pick on so they won’t get picked on by the god tier high school rich kids .      it’s a those who are bullied bully others mentality .     or those who don’t understand someone /  won’t take the time to get to know someone end up making fun of them mentality .      ex.   at prom when elle’s dancing mostly by herself but in their vicinity , the one girl with the wavy hair sort of rolls her eyes /  gives her friend a “ wth she’s fucking weird” look that normally would hurt elle but the girl in the red dress encourages her to dance / grabs her hand    &     twirls her around , this is also the scene where seconds later she bows in front of campbell    &     then they dance to a slow song later on.   it’s pretty sad to realize she probably got ready in her house alone while gwen ,  helena    &     the other girls all got ready together .  

this brings me to the other major theme in this essay that i think     ELLE    &     GWEN ARE BOTH CLOSETED BI’S OR QUESTIONING    &     SOMETHING HAPPENED BETWEEN THEM.   from like episode 4/5 or whatever on  ,  gwen is seen distancing herself from clark     &     she is seen QUESTIONING OTHERS RELATIONSHIPS    &    HER OWN RELATIONSHIP IN THIS NEW WORLD.  

elle    &    reaching out to gwen /  gwen’s friend group  :  

in the church in ep 1 she can be seen sitting close to kelly    &    gwen .  

ep 2 ,  she goes to gwen’s house only to get turned away . 

ep 3,   she gets excluded from the church all girls meeting .  

ep  3.  in the cafeteria, before campbell gives her the prom dress,  she is seen hesitating when seeing gwen, lexie    &    the other girl on those risers in the cafeteria.  gwens looks over for a split second ( so does lexie i think  )    &    elle ultimately chooses to sit by herself for fear of being turned away once more . 

ep 4 , after elle proposes movie night to kelly   &    elle attends movie night by herself ,   clarke    &    gwen walk her back to campbell’s house .  elle even mirrors her own words in ep 2 saying “thanks for the company guys. “ the company she so wanted in ep 2 but was denied .  gwen also lowkey picks up on the off vibe between elle   &    campbell ,  not only because she probs thinks campbell is a creep but because she knows elle personally . there’s a brief flicker of concern right after c kisses elle   &    starts petting her head . yeah, anyone could be weirded out by this but i think she showed genuine concern that a friend would have seeing another friend in this situation . 

ep 9 after the pie poisoning  ,   helena takes elle in     &     elle ultimately leaves helena’s home because she doesn’t want to put her or their other friends in danger. 

  ELLE    &    GRIZZ TALKING  (EP 2 )  /   GWEN    &    GRIZZ TALKING ( EP 1 thru THE FINALE  )      yes,  i don’t think it’s a coincidence that both girls are seen opening up   /  talking about intimate issues with grizz, the other half of a gay m/m couple who are completely the softest in all of new ham  .  grizz approaches elle unprompted in episode 2  “ our town  “  (  cause he’s a nice guy and he could see she was uncomfy  )  when she’s seen on the fringes of the fugitive game .  grizz tells her that everyone is scared    &     sometimes a silly game makes things better, she says that she doesn’t think it’ll help her much    &     she admits that she thinks GOD IS PUNISHING HER .      when i first rewatched  / heard this i was like “ oh she’s talking about campbell “  but i realized we don’t really seem them  together until later on in that episode where campbell  solidifies his choice with her /  they go to prom in the later episodes .   i think that elle thinks god is punishing her for SOMETHING SHE DID RELATED TO GWEN’S FRIEND GROUP OR FRIENDS  .   

quotes from gwen or instances where it seemed to be coded towards her questioning not only the world around her but her own sexuality /  curiosities . 

“  we might have to marry them one day, i mean ,  who else is there ?”   ---- gwen  in ep 2 after the fmk game where they talk about the boys.  

idk what ep but when she just randomly brings up that seth guy.  idk it reeked of “  lol boys like me . i like boys.  i met one once that i’m totes gonna get with later energy “   when everyone knows that’s a damn lie.  i think she overcompensates a lot when talking about guys  / making inappropriate jokes or playing fmk  , etc. 

when helena    &    gwen are getting ready for prom , gwen tells her that she wasn’t even going to go to prom with clarke. their relationship was already over in her mind    &     she was moving on .  she also asks helena about luke    &     them staying together saying ,  “how can you be so certain?” , ALSO , when she mentions stan/ford    &    says there are so many people  “ hot people. hot surfer people . you don’t think you’d be curious?”  got my bi antennas going WAY UP cause she totally could have said “ hot guys / dudes, etc. “   

she also says “  luke wasn’t just the best you could do for now?”  which is how i think gwen views her relationship with clarke    &    the small town that they are in    &    now the current situation they’re in . 

okay but grizz    &    gwen’s whole interactions in the finale screamed questioning / curious to me because g reading thoreau really fucked up gwen i think espc the whole  “ and not when i came to die, discover that i had not lived . “  i.e.  gwen not discovering / exploring her sexuality / her place in the world. 

gwen cuddling g  /  trying to lowkey put the moves on him    &    then grizz admits he’s gay to her.  

“ are you gay through    &    through or mostly gay?”  yeah, that’s insensitive wording    &    ignorant ,  but to her ,  it’s an honest question cause she’s curious about grizz . i wholly believe this was also a hopeful asking for her in terms of “ wow i guess that could be me too eventually?”  like i think she has so much respect for grizz so to see him out here living the best life he can and accepting who he is and telling her about that like  idk i just read that scene of it really opening up her world views /  the possibilities of life as someone who is questioning things. 

TLDR   ;    ELLE & GWEN USED TO BE GOOD FRIENDS . THEY   ARE BOTH QUESTIONING THEIR SEXUAL IDENTITIES  & PLACE IN THE NEW WORLD . THERE WAS SOME SORT OF FALLING OUT THERE I JUST  KNOW IT. GWEN & HER FRIENDS WEREN’T JUST BEING MEAN GIRLS, THEY WERE BEING MEAN EX FRIENDS  .   

#the society spoilers #long post for ts #long post // #yikes this post is 2k+ #feel free to ignore lol but here it is #i might be reaching in some areas but idk this is just my viewpoint / inkling from my rewatch

[midsvmmars]

after taking a long ass break from actually rping and being active on here i changed my entire account and am ready to jump back into rping. i’m looking for some new 1x1 partners and plots but you should know i really want to focus on the writing and development of writing and pushing each other to write more!! many of the things on my page aren’t very updated but my rules are here (i’m 18 but i havent updated this in like a year) and some wanted plots are here though i’d like to create more original ideas between us and what we’re both into and brainstorming new things. i play more males and females and all types of ships but please don’t try to force me into playing a male. if you want to 1x1 like this and i’ll hit you up, and i’ll have some more specific stuff under the cut!!

okay honestly im a sucker for like angst and complicated and complex emotionally plots so pls give me something to make me suffer

on the opposite give me a plot on cupid and psyche please!!

“i’m a vampire and we met when you were still human and we fell in love and planned out our whole eternal life together but on the night i turned you i freaked out over the commitment and abandoned you in the middle of the night & now it’s over a century later and we’re only just seeing each other again for the first time since and there’s so much hatred in your eyes when you look at me but fuck you still look just as hot and make my heart race as much as you did back then and i think i made the biggest mistake of my life in leaving” au (☉‿☉✿)

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE PLOT PLS

angsty soulmate plots please??

okay i lowkey want like the stereotypical sugar daddy ceo plot but not where its like just smut filled and 50 shades of grey but where it starts the kinda stereotype then starts getting more real where like he has problems w emotions and intimacy and letting her close and shes trying but any step forward he takes 3 steps back and idk we can figure out more but i’d prolly wanna be the girl for this tbh

best friends older brother you’ve always hated but now youre lowkey attracted to him??

rOoMmAtEs

exes plot

OKAY BUT LIKE GREEK MYTHOLOGY PLOTS OR PLOTS W ANGELS OR DEVILS OR ETC JUST LIKE ETHEREAL BEINGS

being into your roommates boyfriend eep

a plot based off from dusk till dawn (the series world) based off kate x seth or kate x richie where it’s ‘sweet jesus girl goes on vacation with her family and gets held hostage by a hot af criminal trying to get into mexico and next thing they know theyre in trouble, share an unspoken connection, and are in a world of danger and excitement’ i don’t put it into words right but look it up and u get it

muse a is a prostitute with a heart of gold. muse b is a cop with a steely demeanor. muse a and muse b cross paths often when muse b is patrolling the streets. over time, muse b begins to feel protective over the kind-hearted muse a and develops feelings for them. muse b knows getting involved with a hooker could ruin their respectable reputation. muse b wants to get muse a off the streets and give them a better life, but muse a thinks muse b deserves to be with someone without a shameful past.

gimme a stranger things-esque plot that’s all about the 80s and teen angst. Teenagers who have nothing to do in their shitty little town except to hang out at their little diner or watch reruns of shitty movies at the drive-thru. gimme boring parents who have no idea what their children are up to. gimme teen angst and scrunchies and acid washed everything. gimme diner aesthetics and 80s rock ballads. seriously, gimme all of it.

‘popular wealthy bitch who owns the school and intimidates everybody but is secretly crushing on the soft boy with the puppy dog eyes who’s totally so unaware of it’ plot pls.

also yes ok i totally want a plot where for once it’s the female who’s really sexually experienced and popular, and this nerdy boy has a crush on one of her best friends, and she needs tutoring and he’s the only one who could do it- so she offers him tips and advice on how to get her friend to notice him and seem cool, in exchange he’ll tutor her.but as her best friend gains interest, he realises how inexperienced he is, so it becomes a trading of tutor- he teaches her maths equations, she teaches him how to kiss, and go down on a girl.and oh no- she’s starting to really like him???? she doesn’t want him to date her friend?? maybe he could date her instead?????

what about a bonnie/clyde kinda relationship?? like maybe they met when she was trying to steal his car or whatever and it was love at first sight and she just jumped into his car and they get together just like that and now they drive around running away from cops and cameras while they’re robbing stores and banks and they’re fucking on the hood of his car and being completely destructive and just fucking crazy but like they love each other and they cant be without each other and this is kinda like my problematic fave plot?? v screwed up but i kinda rly want it?

#1x1 #1x1 rp #1x1 plots #was mvrganadams

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36) “Are you sure it’s illegal to kill carolers?" Zeketra. Have a great holiday season!!! Youre great!

ty you are amazing too! this fic makes me just want to bake + write zeketra all day ;~; 

yearly xmas traditions include: petra overbaking, terrible carolers, and zeke being a grump b/c he has to suffer thru a dinner w/ the jaeger fam and all their weird issues

Christmas Traditions 

Zeketra. Modern AU. 

1321 words. 

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The cookies aren’t even in the oven yet and they smell heavenly. The aroma of peppermint and gingerbread waft into the living room and Zeke breathes it in, relishing how the fragrances mix with the smell of fresh pine. A fake fireplace flickers on the TV screen that Zeke is watching lazily when he’s not scrolling through his phone. With all the Christmas decorations up – the wreath hanging at the door, the mistletoe dangling in the hallway, poinsettias arranged as the centerpieces, and vibrant red ribbons decorate the house – the house is the absolute epitome of Christmas…except for the out of tune carols that can be heard in the background. “I didn’t realize that your neighborhood had so many carolers around this time of year,” Zeke says. He gets up from the couch and strolls into the kitchen where his girlfriend is baking. “You’d think they’d quit with all the snow.” Petra doesn’t look up from where she’s rolling out dough in the kitchen. “I think it’s fun. It’s kind of a tradition in our neighborhood,” she tells him as she presses the cookie cutter onto the dough. A lock of hair falls in her face, tickling her nose. She tries to blow it out of her face, but it only falls back in place. “Christmas isn’t the same without carolers, you know.” “Hmm,” Zeke says. He reaches out to brush the lock of hair from her face. “But wouldn’t it be even more…Christmas-y if they all sang in tune?” 

“But that’s how you know it’s Christmas!” Petra laughs. She peels the gingerbread men off the marble countertop and places them on the baking tray before placing them in the oven. “Can you get started on the icing?” “Yeah, sure thing,” Zeke mumbles, leaning over Petra’s laptop. He scrolls down the page, frowning at the lengthy instructions. They should just say add milk and be done with it instead of giving their entire life story. “Does your house not get Christmas carolers at this time of year?” Petra asks, shutting the oven door. She walks over to observe Zeke as he adds the sugar and butter into a bowl and begins to beat them together. “Not that I ever remember,” Zeke replies. He stops for a moment so that Petra can help him roll up his sleeves. He adds a little milk to make the icing a little thinner and resumes mixing. “If they ever tried, I think we’d call the cops for a noise complaint.” “Oh, they’re not that bad,” Petra says cheerfully, propping her elbows on the countertop. At that moment, a caroler wails a particularly loud and out-of-tune note during “Away in a Manger.” She whispers, “Okay, sometimes they can be pretty bad sometimes.” Zeke raises his eyebrows. “Do you want me to call the cops?” “That won’t be necessary,” Petra laughs, but she winces when she hears another caroler belt out another horrendous note that makes them sound a lot like a dying cat. “Are you sure?” Zeke asks with a grin. “I could take care of them a different way. I’m thinking a very large snowball. We can just throw it off the roof and it could ‘accidentally’ hit them.” “Nope, no, no,” Petra says sternly, wagging a finger at her boyfriend. “That’s not the Christmas spirit! Christmas is about baking cookies for friends and family, decorating the house with red and green, giving gifts to people you love, and enduring tone-deaf carolers. Also, I’m pretty sure killing carolers is illegal.” “You and I have very different ideas of what Christmas should be,” Zeke says. He stops beating the frosting, lifting the whisk up so that Petra can put her finger under and take a taste. “I think that’s good,” Petra says after licking the frosting from her finger. She wipes her finger on her apron and moves on to the next batch of cookies she plans on making – white chocolate peppermint cookies with a dark chocolate drizzle. She gestures for Zeke to help her, pointing at the dry ingredients so that he can get started measuring. “What’s Christmas like for your family?” “Oh, you know,” Zeke says as he measures out two cups of flour. He carefully pours the flour into the ceramic bowl Petra has set on the counter. “Awkward family get-together with the stepfamily, a turkey with too much cranberry sauce, weird gifts because no one really knows what to get anyone, and – best of all – no terrible Christmas caroling.” He wonders if he’s said something wrong because Petra doesn’t speak right away, and her brow furrows the way it does when she’s troubled. He’s about to ask her what is on her mind when she asks, “Do you really not enjoy Christmas at your house?” “Well, we don’t make a fuss out of it like most people,” Zeke says. He stops measuring the sugar when he sees her frown deepen. He wraps an arm comfortingly around her and gives her shoulder a quick squeeze. “Hey, it’s fine. My family has never been great, especially with holidays.” “Is this why you said I shouldn’t be baking so much?” Petra says. Her beating slows down, and she frowns at the yolks that sit in her bowl. “I didn’t mean to be so enthusiastic about it. It’s just that I was excited to spend the holiday with your family this year, but I don’t want to make you all uncomfortable. Is this all too much?” He smiles at her concern, finding it endearing, and he envelopes her in his arms, breathing in the sweet scent of gingerbread and peppermint that clings to her. “It’s all perfect,” he assures her. “The only reason why I told you not to bake yourself was because I didn’t want you to tire yourself out before we went to my family’s house. But the cookies are amazing. Eren will love them. So will the rest of my family.” “Are you only telling me that so I’ll feel better?” Petra asks. “Of course not,” Zeke laughs. He turns her around and presses a kiss against her forehead. He lifts her chin up, stroking her cheek tenderly with his thumb as he smiles down at her. “My family might not be incredibly festive, but we’re all excited to have you over, me especially. It’s going to be nice to have someone so lively around for the holidays.” “Really?” Petra sniffs. He had never looked forward to Christmas – or any holiday for the matter – until he had met Petra. Her holiday spirit is infectious, and he’s sure his family could use some livening up. It’s adorable how excited she gets for the holidays – decorating the house from top to bottom, singing to Christmas carols on the radio, planning the perfect holiday dinner – and Zeke no longer saw Christmas as a day that simply came and goes without much thought. Truthfully, he had dreaded the thought of Christmas Eve dinner at Petra’s house until just last night, believing that he would feel silly and out-of-place, but his girlfriend and her father had made the house so warm and welcoming that Zeke came to understand why people enjoy spending the holidays with their family. Although he’s not sure his family can be completely healed over a Christmas dinner, he’s sure that they’ll be able to feel the same warmth and love that Petra had shown him…and even if they don’t, at least he’ll enjoy having her with him. “Absolutely,” Zeke says, his thumb lightly tracing her lips. He pulls her in closer, leaning down for a kiss, but they’re interrupted before their lips can meet. Outside, the carolers screech out a rendition of “Carol of the Bells” that sounds more like a death march.Zeke sighs as Petra laughs. He looks towards the doorway with an irritated smile. “Are you sure it’s illegal to kill carolers?”

#zeketra #zeke jaeger #petra ral #snk #modern au #asks #answered #anon #anonymous #requests

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3AM Drive - Thru (JJKx You x The8/Minghao) // Chapter 9

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Jungkook grab her hand.

“Y/N I need to talk to you. Please,” he then turned to Minghao who starts to stand up. “And it would be wise if you do not interfere. This is between me and her,”

                                                  ////////

“Yah Y/N. Why are you talking to MY Kookie and his oppas like that, you psychotic fan!? Dont you know who he is? Who they are? Who I am?”

“Minji, stop it. Just-”

“Its okay Jungkook-ssi. Minji-ssi, I apologize. I will asks someone else to assist all of you for the broadcast,”

“Y/N, you dont have to-”

“Let go of my hand Jungkook-ssi. Please respect Minji-ssi’s feelings. Afterall, I am not of importance to you,”

———————————————————-

Since that night, Jungkook’s mood is noticably happier. He wakes up every morning whistling and his steps has more bounce, a smile never seems to leave his face.

Yes, he admits he feels some kind of way watching how close Y/N’s is with Minghao, but he also feels some kind of way just by seeing her. Something he will never admit to anyone else. He managed to exchange numbers with her that night, and so does the rest of the boys (to Minghao’s displeasure), and they started to text each other since then.

The conversation might consist innocents how are yous, have you eaten and random what are you doing, and most of the time she only give a one word reply, but its enough for Jungkook. He just really miss you. Y/N, after all, used to be his best friend.He justified her not too chatty reply with her being busy. She is next in line to be the CEO afterall.

Despite Jungkook texting her every day without miss, he never actually met up with her other than the occasional dinner with Minghao and the other boys. Until the manager informs Jungkook and his hyungs that they will be doing a reality variety show with the in house production from one of Y/N’s broadcasting company.

He took this opportunity to invite Y/N to hang out with him and his hyungs, using ‘You should get to know us. It will help the recording process better’ as an excuse. Its important to him that Y/N gets to know the most importabt people in his life. Y/N, naive as she is, didnt think anything of it and agreed for the sake of her work.

“Hyungs, please, please behave okay. Especially you Tae,” Jungkook point his finger to Taehyung who is doing weird things with his bowls.

“Why is it always me!?” Taehyung exclaim.

“You know why Tae. Don’t ask stupud questions,” Jin chimed in.

“Hey, but are you so nervous? I thought she is just the head producer or something? I’ve never seen you like this when we were filming before,” Namjoon rubbed his chin, confused with the maknae. “Is she-”

“Hello everyone,” Y/N who had just arrived bowed to all of them. Hoseok eyes went wide when he realize you are the Song Y/N that he saw on TV the other day. The rest of the boys also just realizing the fact.

“Hey! Aren’t you-”

“This is Song Y/N,” Jungkook cut off Taehyung. Y/N smile, bowed and shake hands with everyone. After taking a seat besides Jungkook and getiing comfortable, the other boys starts to get to know Y/N. Y/N answered every question that is thrown her way comfortably and full of charms, which the boys enjoy. Jungkook is amazed at how smooth and amazing Y/N is at handling his hyungs and making everyone she met for the first time comfortable.

“So you and Jungkook looks close. How do you guys know each other?” Namjoon asks while stuffing some beef wraps into his mouth.

“Oh we used to be-” “I’m close friends with Minghao-”

Both Jungkook and Y/N answer at the same time but with totally different answer. The rest of the boys looks at them, confused. Jimin raised his eyebrows, sensing something is off. Jungkook looks at Y/N. Y/N just avoid his eyes and continue to answer like nothing happen.

“I am close friends with Minghao from Seventeen,”

“Oh, The8?”

“Yes. He introduced me to Jungkook and the rest of their 97 liner group. That’s how we know each other,”

Jungkook cant believe Y/N didnt even want people to know that they had been friends, and even more, way before she even met Minghao. That fact alone feels like a thousand needles poking through his heart, but he guess Y/N really just wants to forget the past. Their past. He just wish she would stop mentioning Minghao’s name.

The meet up goes well. His hyungs sang praises for her, even long after she went home. Jungkook already expected it. Y/N is incredible, who wouldnt like her? I should have introduce her to them way before. Maybe even while we were still together. Jungkook sigh to himself. He excuse himself to take a walk to clear his mind.

“Okay JK. Be safe. Are you going to go see Minji?”

“Urm.. urm.. yeah,” Jungkook just nodded, to avoid more suspicious questions. Minji havent been on his mind for a while now. In fact they havent seen each other for about 2 months. She’s busy with her comeback and he’s busy with…, well, he’s busy with Y/N.

But he did see Minji posted screenshots of their text messages and sometimes his voice note wishing her 'goodnight and I love you Minji’ , which to be honest, he didnt do it as a sweet boyfriend act, but because Minji forced him to do it. She wanted something to feed the fans. Afterall, as she had mentioned a thousand times before, they are idol relationship goals.

The route of his walk seems familiar even though he didnt plan it. He realized its the way he always uses with Y/N when they walk for her 3am midnight snack , way back when they first move into their apartment after graduation.

“I wonder if you will still crave for fries and chicken nuggets when we are 60 and too old to actually walk here,”

“I dont mind walking here even when we are 70 and need a walker, as long as you are in the walker next to mine,”

“I think we need about 3 hours just to get here then,” Jungkook giggled.

“More time to spend with you then. I love you so much Kookie. I would be the happiest girl alive to just be 70 and eating McDonald’s fries as long as its by your side,” Y/N tip- toed and kiss him.

“Then I promise I will make you the happiest girl alive. I love you Y/N. I will always love you. I dont think I know how to do otherwise,”

“Promise?”

“Promise,”

Jungkook snapped out of his memories when he felt his cheek is wet with tears. He no longer need to hold it in and start sobbing. The memories of being with Y/N came back one by one, all of them mocking him for his stupid selfish mistake. I’m sorry Y/N. If I could turn back time I would, and I will keep my promise to make you the happiest girl alive. But I promise I will make things right again.

——————-

Jungkook stepped out from the van and enter the building. He feels great! Today was the first day of recording for the reality variety show, which means he will be spending a lot of time with Y/N. What’s not to feel great about?

“Kookie, baby!” A high shrill voice calls out to him, followed by a sound of high heels running. He whipped his head around to see his supposed girlfriend, Minji, and her group members. Both BTS and 2Hearts greeted each other.

“What are you doing here Minji?”

“Didnt they tell you? Both of our group are doing the show together Kookie. The manager thinks it would help the ratings as we are the power couple and both of our groups had toured together before,” Minji latched onto Jungkook’s arm.

This can’t be happening. Jungkook shakes his head. What if Y/N sees? Then again, what’s wrong if Y/N did see? Jungkook and Minji is officially a couple and even Y/N herself know about them. Jungkook felt a lump in his throat and the good mood he wakes up with definitely dissapeared.

“Okay, BTS and 2Hearts, this is the main studio where we will be shooting the series. Since its only 30 minutes per episode, I dont think it will take long to shoot each episode,” Y/N explained to them. Jungkook keeps on looking at Y/N, even with Minji still latching on his arm. He’s nervous and sweating like crazy. He just reconcile their friendship and he would like to keep it thay way. But Y/N acts perfectly normal and unaffected. Showing them around and briefing them regarding the shoot.

Y/N came in the dressing room to check up on them before the shoot. Due to the friendship between Y/N and BTS that has formed when Jungkook introduced them the other day, the boys had told her to just be comfortable with them. While Y/N is laughing and joking with the boys, Minji is giving her the stink eye.

“Unnie, why is she so close to them? This is so unprofessional. How can a production staff act this way. How can they hire a fan girl as a staff?”

“Yah Minji. She’s not just a staff. She’s the-” one of her group members try to explain who Y/N is since Jin has told her earlier about Y/N’s status and her forming friendship with BTS. But she was cut off by the fuming Minji.

“Yah Y/N. Why are you talking to MY Kookie and his oppas like that, you psychotic fan!? Dont you know who he is? Who they are? Who I am?” both BTS and 2Hearts members turned to look at her in shocked. “Don’t you know we are idols? International stars? I cant believe they assigned a fan girl like you to assist this production!”

“Minji, stop it. Just-” Jungkook stood up. Trying to stop his crazy girlfriend. Minji is fuming and is now standing in front of Y/N.

“And stop flirting with Jungkook! Dont you have any shame? He’s an idol and you are just a nobody. Plus, how dare you flirt with him in front of me, his girlfriend!,” Minji latched herself on Jungkook’s arm again. Y/N’s face, which was calm before, scrunched a bit when she heard the word flirting and a nobody.

“Stop it Minji,” Jungkook finally raised his voice, shrugging her off. Minji was shocked that Jungkook would use that kind of tone with her, her mouth fell wide open and her hand on her chest. “You don’t-”

“Its okay Jungkook-ssi. Minji-ssi, I sincerely apologize for my behaviour if you deem it to be inappopriate. I will asks someone else to assist all of you for the broadcast,” Y/N cut Jungkook off, bowing to apologize.

Its not that she admits that what Minji did is right and nor is she afraid of her. But she’s the soon to be CEO and she needs to handle the situation calmly and profesionally. Minji is not the first celebrity with the diva syndrome that she had ever encounter. She works in a broadcast company, she met handful of celebrities every day.

“Y/N, you dont have to-”

“Let go of my hand Jungkook-ssi. Please respect Minji-ssi’s feelings. Afterall, I am no one important to you,”

Y/N shrugged off her hand from Jungkook’s grip and went out to find another staff to assist the recording, leaving Jungkook speechless. ——————

“Miss, are you okay?” A staff rushed after her.

“Yeah I’m fine Jin Hee. But please assign two of the senior staff to assist the recording ya. We need to make sure this project runs smoothly,” she smiles at her staff. She nodded quickly.

“Aish, what a diva! Its not like she’s Taylor Swift or Beyonce. Dont she know who you are miss?” Jin Hee huffed. Y/N shakes her head.

“She doesn’t and its fine. And dont say that. Be profesional okay. Now go,”

“Miss, you are really too nice for your own good,” Y/N just chuckle to that. She grabbed her files and move towards her office. Oh well, she can just monitor the show from the updates then.

Y/N decided to take an early day and just go home. She entered her office to grab her jacket and purse and her smile turn wide by what’s waiting in her office. All her worries seems to flew away.

“Hello miss CEO. Want to grab lunch with me?”

“You will never find a day where I will say no to that, Minghao,”

——————–

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Jungkook screamed at his so called girlfriend. Once Y/N went out from the room, Jungkook immediately drag Minji outside to knock some sense into her.

“What do you mean Kookie? Everything I said in there was true. How can a mere production staff treat you and your oppas like that? And how dare she flirt with you?! You are my boyfriend Kookie! Right in front of my eyes!”

“Urghhhh. Just shut up Minji. Dont you know who she is? She’s the freaking soon to be CEO of this company!” Minji mouth dropped open.

“Wh..what?”

“And even if she’s not, even if she’s just a production staff, why is it a crime for her to be friendly to us? We are just idols Minji. This is just our job. We are not Gods! And my hyungs and I are fucking friends with her!!” Jungkook is losing it.

Minji’s mouth open and close like a fish, speechless. “Fine. Maybe I was wrong about that. But it still doesnt give her the right to flirt with you Kookie! You are my boyfriend!”

“She wasn’t flirting!!” Jungkook screamed. “I would know. And even if she is, so what? That would be the happiest day of my life is she did!”

“Wha..what? What the hell did you just say? What do you mean by that Kookie?”

“Shut up. Just shut up! And stop calling me that. I hate it when you call me that. Arghhh, I don’t know anymore. I just need to get away from you!” Jungkook screamed once more and stormed off. He needs to find Y/N and explain things. What should he be explaining, he himself doesn’t know, but he just knows he needs to see her now.

He was worried and panicking. Is Y/N okay? She seems like she didn’t care back there. Does she really not care about me anymore? Jungkook pushed the thoughts away and focus on finding her.

He stormed into the huge cafeteria. With not so many people around since its past lunch hour, he saw her at a secluded corner, but she’s not alone. Sitting across of her, wiping crumbs from her chin while she’s happily laughing is Minghao. Xu freaking Minghao. Dont get him wrong, Jungkook loves all his friendd very much. He even treasures their friendship but when it comes to Y/N… its a totally different issue.

Losing all rational thoughts, Jungkook stormed into their direction and grab Y/N’s hand.

“Hey, Jungkook. What are you doing he-” Minghao greeted his friend but was rudely cut off.

“Y/N I need to talk to you. Please,” he then turned to Minghao who starts to stand up, confusion in his eyes at Jungkook’s action. “And it would be wise if you do not interfere. This is between me and her,”

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“What is really going on between you and Jungkook, Y/N? Please tell me the truth. Please, please, tell me that I won’t be losing you to him,”

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“All my life, all I know is how to love him. I never thought I would know how to do anything else. Until I met you Minghao. I think I’m finally ready to learn something new…”

#bts #bangtan #bangtan boys #bts jungkook #jungkook #jeon jungkook #seventeen #seventeen the8 #seventeen minghao #the8 #minghao #xu minghao #bts fanfic #bts scenario #seventeen fanfic #seventeen scenario #jungkook angst #kpop #kpop fanfic #3am drivethru

[movedto-dazaipositive]

urban fantasy + jackparse

big thanks to @taggianto and @restfulinsomniac because they yelled at me when I asked them to I couldn’t have done it without you 💙 🌌brought to you by the parseposse 🌌

Bob was human before Alicia turned him

but she turned Bob only after Jack was conceived

so Jack is a halfie from the start

and in their real forms, vampires are unnerving. they have waxy, bloodless skin and sunken eyes but in artificial light they’re sparkling_heart

and Jack gets all his mom’s good looks and his dad’s love for hockey

but they know that putting him in hockey is unfair because humans just can’t compete

he never grows up with hockey as a burden on his shoulders. he’s allowed to be a geeky, chubby history nerd who loves taking photos of random stuff

Jack goes to samwell

the Samwell campus (since I can’t remember canon right now) is next to/in a lil town

right? and Kent is just this lonely sixteen y/o boy who has a little magic and he can talk to ghosts

and in Jack’s first year, this girl on campus and her boyfriend are found dead in the woods behind the Haus

and then weird shit starts going down near the Haus and their Captain, who is superstitious as fuck even by hockey player standards, is like. nope. we gotta do an exorcism

and he puts Shitty and Jack on the task because the frogs gotta be good for something, right? and so they ask around and someone gives them the game of someone who tells them about Kent

Kent lives alone. he got kicked out when he was 13 bc his dad was like, no fucking devils in my house. Kent finds this dilapidated cottage just a little bit into the woods on the other side and the ghosts there are friendly and kind and give him instructions on how to cook and which herbs to pick at what time for witchcraft and which herbs the florist will buy

and Kent survives and occasionally someone will ask him to do an exorcism and Kent will charge them to talk to some poor confused ghost who doesn’t know what’s going on

which is what Jack and shitty ask him to do, or so he thinks, so he shrugs and agrees. and I want it to keep in mind that this is Jack without hockey. he’s a slightly chubby, awkward history nerd who takes a camera everywhere and happens to be half-vampire by complete accident

he’s like, the last person you’d expect to have vampire parents

he’s adorable, okay? Kent can’t deal with this stupidly beautiful soft boy. he just can’t. he reacts in typical Kent fashion by being a jackass to Jack (ha!) who’s like ?? about it

(Kent is going to melt the first time Jack hugs him)

Kent is so going to melt, though. he’s been alone with nothing but ghosts for regular company since he was 13 and Jack is large and warm and he smells like maple syrup and almonds and he’s always wearing dorky sweaters and he’s got a slow, wonderfully calming heartbeat. Kent doesn’t stand a fucking chance

I think Jack doesn’t even need to be a vampire for this fic to work he just needs to not play hockey

anyway. Kent goes with Jack and Shitty to the woods behind the Haus and they a have a campout for 2 days where they toast marshmallows and wait for the ghosts to show up

Kent hears someone crying on the second night after Jack and shitty are asleep. he goes to investigate, like the entire dumbass that he is. who goes it turn out to be? the girl who was killed, ofc. and she’s all bloody and horrifying and shit and I won’t go into details bc I have to sleep in 15 minutes but she scary

but Kent is like, np. hey, can I help you out? what happened? starts talking to her in a normal person voice until she calms down somewhat. and she’s just getting somewhere when shitty pops up behind Kent with a really loud leaf cronch sound and the girl starts screaming again

Kent is like, good job, asshole. and they aren’t getting anywhere with the girl so they just go back to their tents, where Jack is taking photos of the fire and looking Hot As Fuck (ha!) and Kent is extremely flustered bc he is a smol teenagered boy. and they all go to bed.

Kent wakes up just before dawn, yelling. his nightmare is bad enough that he nearly strangles himself trying to get the fuck away from whatever it was and Jack and shitty don’t get what’s going on but Kent is terrified and won’t stop crying so they take him back to the Haus, where Drew, their manager, makes waffles for everyone but especially Kent

who is by this time wearing one of jack’s sweaters and also has their softest blanket draped over him like a cape

(interlude because I fell asleep)

so where I left off, Kent is sitting at the table, eating waffles courtesy of Drew, the SMH’s genderfluid manager and Lardo’s predecessor

Jack is hovering nervously bc Kent has been crying for half the night and vomiting for a quarter of it

but Kent insists he’s okay now, and Jack is hovering because he’s! worried! Kent is tiny and Jack doesn’t want anything to happen to him

Kent, between shoveling waffles into his mouth bc he’s only had them once before in his life, tells them briefly how the girl died

and the way she died is like, gruesome. it’s this horrible thing involving a high school cult and this girl was a witch with real power that got trapped in this thing and they tried to kill her but it didn’t work and it’s bad. let’s not go into too many details about it

and she told her boyfriend, who was a lax bro, and he was like, I’m gonna beat these people up, except there was a demon stuck somewhere that these stupid cultists set free and it killed her and her boyfriend

bad, long drawn out deaths

and once Kent is done eating waffles–which takes a while, because he eats a lot–he slams his fork down and says, grimly, “I’m going to kill them.” and Jack goes ummm? no? ur 16 u r a child?

they fight. loudly. there’s a lot of Jack yelling you are a child and Kent screaming, I’m the only one who can do this

Kent does not like Shouting he has a lot of bad memories of it.

shitty, walking in: we can,,,,,,all go,,,

Jack:

Kent:

and drew is like, the hell you guys are leaving me behind. I’m the only adult in this room and y'all all are kids

restful: (drew has adopted three children? somehow?? but they are all drew’s children and drew loves them)

restful: (one of them lives in the woods and needs more waffles in his life, another goes by the name ‘shitty’, and the third hangs around with the hockey team despite not playing hockey but they are all drew’s kids)

me: (the lax bro feud starts in jack’s sophomore year and it is 100% Drew’s fault. drew didn’t have to humiliate the entire team because zey were bored)

Drew uses zey/zer/zers

drew is a messy edgelord parent

so Kent and shitty and Jack and drew all go on an Investigation

(I feel like this fic should be written like an Enid Blyton novel)

so they around and ask people weird questions until Kent sees someone who has magic. people who have magic (and other supernaturals) show up in Kent’s vision with weird coloured auras.

and they go up to this dude, a Muslim guy in his third year who recognises drew, and this guy is like, yeah totally. I know about that cult of fucking weirdos that followed Allison around. I helped her get a restraining order on them

so they go track down the restraining order. the cop they meet first is this nasty cishet dude who refuses point blank to use Drew’s pronouns, casually calls Kent a slur, and won’t look at Ahmed and sideyes shitty suspiciously. this is where jack’s occasional vampire charm helps (or maybe it’s because Jack looks like a Fellow CisHet) and the cop agrees to dig up the file

Jack is not a Fellow CisHet and is very uncomfortable at being mistaken as such but he plays along because he Must

and everyone acknowledges the brave sacrifice that he’s making

restful: Jack, staring longingly at Kent’s every move. “Uh, yeah. Het. I can pretend to be that.”

me: [about Jack] me? heterosexual? yeah, uh, totally. I’m not. gay. or bisexual. *staring at Ahmed’s ass in those jeans * I’m Straight

Kent, also staring at Ahmed’s ass: I’m not

drew: you’re all dead to me except Ahmed, who can have my number whenever he wants

restful: Ahmed, wide-eyed and trying to decide which of them to stare at. “all of you can have my number, please use it.”

Ahmed: except you, Kenny. also, does anyone know to file for adoption?

the head of the (I had to google this) precinct is a butch Native American woman who shows up to ask them why they want records.

Captain: can someone explain?

Drew: please take me I’m gay

Kent explains the situation to her and she’s like, yeah totally. u can have the records. Allison’s restraining order was before i transferred here but totally

so they go thru the records and find the names of the people Allison restrained. and then they go track down those people

drew gets the captain’s number 'just in case we need some help’ but we all know zer True Motives

(Ahmed and Drew are gonna get together and work out a relationship where Drew gets to have as much sex as zey like and Ahmed gets to remain faithful to zer which is ideal for both of them, partly because Ahmed is just a lil grey ace? he’s uncomfortable calling himself that but he doesn’t like sex nearly as much as Drew does)

anyway, they have a showdown where Ahmed shows off his karate moves and Drew splits zer time between fighting (badly, needs to be rescued) and 😍@ahmed

drew is such a bad fighter because zer entire technique is to flail and screme

Ahmed loves his idiot person, okay? he’s made his peace with it

Kent meanwhile tries to exorcise a demon and he has no fucking clue what’s going on

or what he’s doing. but he cuts a deal with the demon that amounts to 'you can have the cultists but plz go from here, begone etc’. demon is okay with this, partly because Jack is being a threatening bloodsucker in the background and this demon isn’t that strong–demon boi might win. but he might not. boy ain’t chancing it

Jack and Kent become awkward friends who meet for dinner every week and they go trekking in the woods and pine horribly over each other. it’s gross. Kent is still living alone in a cottage in the woods and he still needs to be hugged about 6 times more than he is right now

but on the plus side, he has friends now! Jack and Drew and Ahmed (who’s teaching Kent magic !!) and *looks at smudged writing on hand * Skittles

and the entire hockey team.

and the Captain, who takes one look at this idiot boy and invites him home and feeds him and does it regularly enough that Kent is living there before he knows it

Kent goes back to school. he s t r u g g l e s to get grades good enough to get into samwell next year (he hasn’t been to school in 4 years ok) but he has Jack to help him study!

Jack kisses him at graduation

it’s just a quick little omg you made it kiss but Kent is! so happy! he feels like he’s bursting with it

he has everything he wants, he’s loved and hugged, he has a little kitten who’s his familiar, and even if he doesn’t get into Samwell he’ll still finds have magic and community college and he wants to become a teacher

the end

#pimms #jackparse #parseposse #parsepositive #omgcp #kent parson #jack zimmermann #carysfics #age gap / #there's a couple years between jack and kent but they don't do anything until kent is legal

[lalast0ne]

Drunken rollercoasters

My first week at home had been a rollercoaster of emotions. I cried, a lot. My levels of frustration, with myself, were thru the roof and no matter how much people told me it would all be ok, I was having a hard time believing it.  I knew it would be a challenge coming home with Wilder and I don’t regret my decision, but it hadn’t had the desired effect on my memory that I had been hoping for.

Wilder has been nothing but amazing. He truly has the patience of a saint when it comes to my moods, giving reassuring cuddles and whispering comforting words in my ear when I need them most.  He’s still insistent that I don’t over do things and, to be honest, as little as I do during the days, I go to bed exhausted, both physically and mentally. Every night I walk up the stairs with Wilder holding my hand, kiss him goodnight, then head into our bedroom, while he goes to the room across the hall. I lay in a huge bed, alone, hoping that tomorrow is that day I’ll wake up with all my memories restored.  I want to return to normal life but I have no clue what normal life is.

3 days later than originally planned, Salem Lincoln sweeps into the house like she belongs here. 

Her almost white hair is piled on top of her head with tendrils falling around her face, softening her sharp features. The precise makeup she wears emphasises her cat like eyes, which are to be envied, and her many tattoos are absolutely mesmerising. She’s a real life pin up girl and if I ever had a girl crush, she’d definitely be it. 

The easy banter with Wilder and the sisterly affection she gives Jake make me feel slightly uneasy for a few seconds. Almost like I’m interrupting. When you don’t quite know your place, in your own home, it’s hard to watch someone else fit in so effortlessly. 

I make my way to the chair at the table in the kitchen and watch as the blonde bombshell makes herself at home. Hanging her jacket on the coat hook by the back door and kicking off her biker boots.

“Off you fuck, then.” I raise an eyebrow and scoff a laugh when she brightly aims those words at Wilder and Jake while she manoeuvres around the kitchen grabbing bottles of alcohol and glasses that are needed to begin our “meeting”.  Wilder’s hesitation to leave is written all over his face but Salem insists he give us space to work otherwise she is going to 

take me to the club.  That seems to be the only persuasion he needs.  A low growl reverberates around the kitchen and then he calls the dogs. Those muddy boots are on his feet and he and Jake were out the door within minutes, but not before he drops a kiss on top of my head and gives a stern warning to Salem to make my drinks weak because of my meds. 

According to Salem, this was something we did once a month; Changing up the ‘special’ cocktail menu so people never know what to expect when they come to the club.  We like the element of surprise in all manner of things at The Steele Cage because we want people to spread the word and to return.

Within 20 minutes of the men walking out the backdoor, I’ve heard the cliff note version of her life; Before and since she’s moved to Blacksoul, Her turbulent family background, how she came to be in the town and how she came to work at the club, all the while she continues to mix the drinks. 

“And you’re boyfriend is Kingston? Wilders best friend?” She pauses and looks at me over her shoulder.

“Wilder’s sent you fishing for details, has he?” She laughs softly and shakes her head. “Regardless of whatever sneaky lies that man has told you, you’d never tell him anything because he’d torment me and probably Kingston for all eternity.”

In the time it would take me to mix one cocktail, there are now 15 glasses of different colour drinks lined up down the centre of the table and Salem takes her seat opposite as she places the last one down.

“So, how are you finding it?” There’s something remarkably easy about opening up to a stranger, it’s why so many people walk into a bar and open up to their bartender. 

“That’s a loaded question.” I raise the first glass and take a generous sip, nodding my approval as I swallow and pass the glass to her, then begin to talk “This is where I need to be … with my husband .. but it’s hard. I’m petrified that I’m going to disappoint him. Both of them.  They’re used to me being a certain way, playing a certain role in the house and their lives. What if I don’t get that back?”

“Then you’ll adapt and work it out together because your their family and Wilders world. They’d do anything for you, Layla, and they’ll be by your side no matter how hard it gets.” She smiles wide and I take another sip of the drink when it’s passed back to me as she continues chattering “Now, Boss man insisted I water down the drinks because of your meds, but I checked and none of them are affected by alcohol. So, I say, lets get drunk.”

Salem’s looks alone are enough to make people take notice. Team that with her charisma and her ability to make everything seem like a good idea ... well ... men and women alike didn’t stand a chance in her presence.  

Salem Lincoln is undoubtedly a bad influence .. and I completely understand why I hired her. 

She hands me the second glass filled with a soft green drink, smiling sweetly as I take a large sip and swallow down  “Wow!” I cough a little which earns me a laugh. Suddenly I feel like she’s on a one woman mission to get me very drunk. “What’s this one called?”

She gives me an evil smirk over the rim of the glass and takes a tiny sip then holds the drink up “This one is called Death In The Afternoon.”

How appropriate.

[licensedlesbian]

1-102

Damn... alright1. Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it?- it was probably my grandma or grandpa and yes they did2. Would you date an 18-year-old at the age you are now?- mmm under very certain circumstances. If they were a senior in high school I think that would be okay, but if they were a freshman in college I’d be pretty cautious about it and probably wouldn’t go for it //3. When’s the last time you were aggravated and happy at the same time?- done!4. Would you ever smile at a stranger?- yea, cute ones 😉5. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are?- I have no love life and the only person mad about that is me 6. Have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today?- I don’t think so7. What exactly are you wearing right now?- I’m literally wearing what I wore in the last selfies I posted lol8. How often do you listen to music?- everyday. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t and I usually do it for 6 hours a day on average 9. Do you wear jeans or sweats more?- jeans!10. Do you think your life will change dramatically before 2013?-... this is a little outdated and I can say these past 4 years have been a very dramatic change lmao 11. Are you a social or an antisocial person?- I’m super social!! I love people and being around them!12. Have you ever kissed someone whose name begins with the letter ‘A’?- I don’t think so13. What about ‘R’?- yep. She was kind of a bitch :/14. Can you drive a stick shift?- no but I think it would be really cool to learn!15. Do you care if people talk badly about you?- I try not to bc some people are just shitty, but sometimes you can’t help the way you feel :/16. Are you going out of town soon?- nah :/17. When was the last time you cried?- like last week after my math final that I thought I failed... I got a 79 but it took my grade for that class down by two grades :/18. Have you ever told someone you loved them?- yes but I don’t do it often :/19. If you could change your eye color, would you?- I think I would like for my eyes to be like a warmer or lighter brown but that’s kinda it20. Is there a boy who you would do absolutely everything for?- my best friend Emory, he’s my bitch and I love him 21. Name something you dislike about the day you’re having.- I work at 7 and I’m going to be doing drive thru in negative digit weather :/22. Is it cute when guys kiss you on your forehead?- nope. Disgusting. Revolting. Horrible. Don’t touch me. 23. Are you dating the last person you talked to?- I’m dating no one :/24. What are you sitting on right now?- a booth in a restaurant25. Does anyone regularly (other than family) tell you they love you?- uhhh man my family rarely tells me they love me and no one else sure ever does 26. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?- have u considered... the trajectory of my entire love life ?27. Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night?- uhh I think it was my pal Shelbey 28. Do you get a lot of colds?- not really but I’m usually always congested because im allergic to the literal air 29. Where is the shirt you are wearing from?- I got it from a show I was doing freshman year. We had to do a dance number and we all got plain black tee shirts 30. Does anyone hate you?- yea probably lmao 31. Do you have any empty alcohol bottles hidden somewhere in your room?- no I don’t drink and I don’t like it :/32. Do you like watching scary movies?- no I’m the biggest scaredy cat like ever33. Do you want your tongue pierced?- I’d pass34. If you had to delete one year of your life completely, which would it be?- probably 2015. That was a really fucking awful year. 35. Did you have a dream last night?- yes and I don’t remember much but it was really weird 36. When was the last time you told someone you loved them?- uhhh I probably told my mom I loved her yesterday bc she bought me sushi lol 37. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?- I don’t think so bc I think getting married at 21 would be super early 38. Do you think someone has feelings for you?- no one in real life, maybe someone on here 39. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?- probably not 40. Did you have a good day yesterday?- yea Christmas was okay until I started having cramps and bloating up and feeling like death 41. Think back 2 months ago; were you in a relationship?- nope 42. In the next 48 hours, will you hang out with a girl?- I mean I work and there will be girls there lol but I don’t have any social plans as of right now 43. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?- I don’t think so44. What’s the best part about school?- probably seeing friends!45. Do you have any pictures on your Facebook?- barely. I never really use Facebook. 46. Do you ever pass notes to your friends in school?- I haven’t since the third grade 47. Do you replay things that have happened in your head?- lmaooo yea all the time, welcome to anxiety my friend 48. Were you single over the last summer?- yep49. Is your life anything like it was two years ago?- no. Not at all. It’s changed really dramatically 50. What are you supposed to be doing right now?- nothing! (:51. Do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with?- I mean sometimes, but he’s my best friend and I lov him 52. Are you nice to everyone?- I try to be 53. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?- yea54. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?- yes of course! I would literally never cheat that’s just a super fucked up thing to do55. Are you good at hiding your feelings?- it depends 56. Do you think you like someone?- ehhhh, kind of have feelings but they’re fading and I’m ready to really like someone again 57. Have you kissed someone whose name starts with a ‘J’?- I don’t think so but it’s kind of hard to remember all the people I’ve kissed as bad as that sounds58. Do you prefer to be friends with girls or boys?- girls! They’re a lot sweeter and they’re very thoughtful59. Has anyone of your friends ever seen you cry?- one of my friends. That’s it. 60. Do you hate anyone?- ohhhh boy, some of my coworkers are grade a assholes61. How’s your heart?- she’s doing her best!62. Is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about?- many shitty and horrible things have happened to me that I don’t like to talk about because it’s important to move on and forgive because holding grudges and hurting about the things you can’t control will only make you hurt more ):63. Have you ever cried over a guy?- nope64. Who is probably talking a load of crap about you right now?- some of my coworkers lmaoo65. Are your toenails painted pink?- I haven’t painted my nails in forever 66. Will your next kiss be a mistake?- I don’t really regret people I kiss for the most part, hopefully I’ll be going to a New Year’s Eve party and I’ll kiss some cute girl just cause 67. Girls love it when boyfriends cry; correct?- girls love it when they don’t have boyfriends is the correct answer 68. Have your pants ever fallen down in public?- i don’t think so? Maybe as a little kid?? Idk 69. Who was the last person you were on the phone with?- my mom?70. How do you look right now?- I look adorable, I’m serving up looks for real (;71. Do you have someone you can be your complete self around?- probably like one person, my best friend em 72. Can you commit to one person?- yea hopefully, although I don’t have much experience and I’m really bad at not being nervous about everything ever 73. Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell everything to?- yep. My best friend 74. Have you ever felt replaced?- haven’t we all?75. Did you wake up cranky?- ehhh that’s debatable 76. Are you a jealous person?- I really can be honestly77. Are relationships ever worth it?- if you don’t have love in your life, you truly have nothing.. and I don’t mean purely romantic, I mean platonic too 78. Anyone you’re giving up on?- yea :/ some people aren’t worth the fight 79. Currently wanting to see anyone?- not particularly 80. Name something you have to do tomorrow?- work ://////81. Last person you cried in front of?- my therapist probably 82. Is there someone you will never forget?- I’m not sure.83. Do you think the person you have feelings for is protective of you?- I wouldn’t say I really have feelings for anyone right now 84. If the person you wish to be with were with you, what would you be doing right now?- probably just talking and hanging out.. I just really lov being with my friends 85. Are you over your past?- for the most part, healing is a long process but I don’t let the past hold me back. 86. Have you ever liked one of your best friends of the opposite sex?- nope 87. Is there anyone you can tell EVERYTHING to?- yes88. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?- I don’t think I’ve romantically ever loved anyone 89. So, the last person you kissed just happens to arrive at your door at 3AM; do you let them in?- yea that’s gonna be a hard no... I kissed this 19 year old lesbian at pride fest and that was the last time I saw her, I still have her snap but that’s it 90. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?- I don’t think so91. Will you be in a relationship in 2 months?- that’s gonna be a very likely no 92. Is there anyone you know with the name Michael?- I used to go to school with some kids named Michael93. Have you ever kissed a Matthew?- hell no lmao 94. Were you in a relationship in January? How was it going?- nope!95. Were you happy with the person you liked in March?- mmmm no not really :/96. Don’t tell me lies, is the last person you texted attractive?- my best friend is fucking attractive as hell and I hate him for it bc all the girls like him over me ://97. Who do you have texts from?- no one right now and I hate leaving notifications unattended to so I usually answer pretty quickly 98. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?- go for it99. Have you ever kissed someone older than you?- yes... by 4 years whoops 100. Who’s in your profile picture with you?- just me!101. Ever kissed under fireworks?- nah 102. Has anybody ever given you butterflies?- yes... tragically

[circumswoop]

perfect, really easy

I hope I can still do this. Write on my phone. Write at all. I still have a messy novel that’s really more of a deconstructed memoir buried in a google doc and I think I have a heart buried somewhere nearby too. The pilot Ben and I are trying to make has been slowed by technical misfortune, substance abuse, and literal distance. I was told from a neutral corner that my dialogue, which is my main consultancy, is too cerebral and will make the show Hard to Sell. If u gave me cash up front, I would be willing to make it dumb. If it’s spec only, I think the smartness of it swings a kind of bellum against my own boredom. It is, indirectly, a show abt a woman who’s turning 30, has two boyfriends, and is constantly thinking up ways to avoid both of them. 

I’m in a rental car with two friends in the middle of New Mexico. Scheduled to go to Marfa two weeks ago, we got into some leftover coke one of us had, mere hours out from our flight, and then nobody woke up on time. Hence the rental. This has got me fucked up, the mind-blowing lack of quality control that went into this. Who books a flight and doesn’t show up? Who does coke and then oversleeps? I now have credit toward a future flight, to a destination I can’t imagine, bc the future rn is the only thing I truly believe to be fake news. Where shd I go next–home for christmas? A beach where the sand looks and feels like broken glass? I want to breathe into a balloon til it turns into another planet where depressing inadequacy is not so elemental. I feel like a farmboy who cannot get all his chores done. This year and the whole headlong rush of this epoch toward certain death by profit cannot be sensationalized enough, and yet sensation is almost all it consists of. An indefinite, generalized body feeling is what we are all turning into as news and politics hammer us with detail. All hammer, no sickle. In the time it took to write the last paragraph, which also involved a lot of staring out the window while eating Taco Bell to be honest with you, we crossed from New Mexico into Texas. Welcome to Texas here’s your white hood. Welcome to Texas the state that killed Kennedy. Actually it was a supreme leftist who killed the centrist Kennedy, but the John Birch fascists get all the credit. Such is our myth of Texas that we empower their racists with more historical thought and influence than they ever exerted over their most famous export which is assassination.

I am in Marfa for the unaccustomed luxury of time spent with friends in an unfamiliar place.

At the start of summer I wrote in an email “even better than love’s confessions are its permissions”. According to the Invisible Committee, much of being a radical is refusal of the world. As abstention makes me feel more miserable not less, I can’t relate. Maybe the reason I can’t go full radical, or am fatally reluctant to, is I like being able to say yes a lot. Anytime I feel desolate or estranged, I get kitted out and go be seen in public even if I don’t talk to anyone. Which I usually don’t. My friend Chloe says she does this too. Love only makes sense to me as a radical act. Much of what passes for functional love in this culture is really just a bunch of hyperextended reactions to institutionalized sadness, but lots of luck finding anything better. I’d like to beat bourgeois coupling unconscious as much as any self-made cynic, but when you compare American marriage to, say, American corrections, both of which are needed systems lost for good in insane blears of greed and paranoia, abolition may not be the answer. It’s like, you can fix it only by starting over which is not the same thing as abolition. Abortion maybe, bc you can always try again if u want. Habitually getting mixed up with ppl already in committed relationships is probably just emotional vampirism. Some call it looting, I call it eating. As a marginal figure slightly on the spectrum with anxiety and repression who can still somehow lie and flirt and manipulate at the executive level all while having no interpersonal or socioeconomic prospects that I don’t want anyway, I am a really good last chance for someone with a probably basic, art-damaged kind of life. Married women always speak of their husband figures in slightly awed tones like they can’t believe how lucky they got, like the man is good in all caps and would instantly unravel at the slightest seam in the stocking. Like if he ever caught them stepping out via some OPSEC mistake they made and not even by his own subatomic awareness level, he’d be demolished simply by never having had anything go wrong for him before. Husband is such a specific kind of person-state, grown and trained, and if I were to ever try to be one i would have to hack the shit out of it–although I’m not convinced they’re any less toxic just bc they’re more high-functioning. Meanwhile the wives or wives-in-waiting pretend not to know they’re already starring in a commercial for how much sweetness and light and GOOD do not fulfil. In short, this is the kind of lawlessness that permits radical love but briefly, before turning again to refusal–the refusal to tamper with status quo, to make any kind of permanent alteration. If it’s secretly very trendy to decry structures the existence of which you not so secretly benefit from, what’s worse is to treat those structures more like fabrics to loiter in or on, or touch longingly. Essentialism doesn’t rend.

If you fall in love with someone you’re not really allowed to, and then that love goes mutual, you’re at least tagging yourself in a picture of paradise. But eventually you’ll be asked to leave. And since paradise is just a picture anyway, your image will feel decayed and exposed. Now it’s 2 days later and I’m back in New Mexico. Despite being a dreamlike Klono-state of pleasant denial, Marfa is still in Texas, the roguest of states. We drove near the Mexican border thru light so splendid the terrain looked recently refreshed. We put our hands in natural running water and looked at millipedes stranded on rocks. A thunderstorm diffused somewhere off to the side. Every picture arrives on your phone instantly airbrushed. The sky dies in pinwheels of color every evening and then reblooms like it never happened, sunsets and sunrises as breakdowns and recoveries scaled to look like natural events. Texas is beautiful but it is not art. Drive-thru banks, courthouse annexes, touchless car washes, parked backhoes, so many f150s.

Halcyon Digest, the Deerhunter record that didn’t define a decade but definitely translated it, was on repeat all summer. So we were playing that as we barreled thru arroyos and past rock formations so intricate they looked cut with string, and I remembered a night earlier in this terrible terrible summer when Ben and Andrea and I were doing coke and playing dominos at like 3am and the song Helicopter was on–that’s the one abt the Russian fashion hopeful murdered by sex traffickers. Its lyrics are too beautiful to edit so I will not reprint them here but I remember as Bradford sang “I have minimal needs/and now they are thru with me” something resetting as I looked at the faces of my friends, like a key of exquisite sadness being turned but I did not know in what lock. I’m certain it wasn’t just a drug reference, and I’m certain I won’t realize exactly what it was for years. 

On the 10 out of town, just before the Prada store, there is a zeppelin, part of the Tethered Aerostat Radar System, used by border patrol. Its role is surveillance. Unmanned, it hangs perpetually off the ground, secured by a single cable, from which it can reach altitudes of 15,000 feet, a white bulge of eerie focus, as various homing info scatters and beams. If you ran for your life, this is the thing you would imagine hovering over you, just out of frame. The kind of thing that knows it doesn’t have to hurry to get you. So run. Maybe I can still do it.

#texas #marfa #i don't want to die #i just don't want to do this anymore

[aquabrie]

The Truth Behind His Blue Eyes

[A TJ Hammond and male reader story.]

Characters & plot: TJ Hammond, Y/n Skylar (reader), ex boyfriends, breakups, sad reader, hopeful TJ, troublesome teen years

Words: 1630+

Warnings: males making out, language, angst, drunkenness

(images are not mine)

PART 3

PART 4

PART 5

PART 6

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TJ glanced around the club. He was in his element and felt good. It had been two years and two months since his accidental overdose and he had been clean (from drugs) but was now allowed to drink alcohol and was now sipping a beer. He looked up and saw you strut into the club. “Damn.” He couldn’t form any thoughts other than you looked like someone he hoped played for his ‘team’…

—

You glanced around the club. It had been a few months since your breakup from Trent. Why did you come here? You felt overwhelmed as Shaun put his hand on your shoulder. “Sky… come on, you really need to relax!” Glaring back behind you at Shaun you shrugged his hand off your shoulder.

Rolling your shoulders you tried to act calm… You really needed a drink. Heading to the bar you glanced around the club.

Your friend Shaun wanted you to hang out. He needed you to relax.The only thing you’d like to do was drink or sleep, since you had reluctantly left your apartment you felt antsy.

Clearing your throat you reach the bar and see the bartender glance up.

“Hello what can I get ya?” He asked narrowing his eyes at you.

“Um… anything strong.”

He gave you a shot of Jim Beam. You sat on a stool at the bar and looked at your drink.

You felt someone staring.

—

TJ couldn’t stop watching you. Your Adams apple bobbed up and down as you drank your liquor. He tries to look away but you had him intrigued. Something about you made him think he knew you in his past.

You bite your lower lip and grip your now empty glass. Where’d Shaun go? You looked around and saw him sitting down with a bubbly blonde and her brunette friend. Shaun had been your friend since you both were in preschool. He never judged you when you came out. Your family however seemed to think you could be changed/converted to becoming straight. What?! Did anyone think that way anymore? Of course how they found out was when you were a freshmen heavily making out with your ‘science partner’.

Luckily your parents didn’t throw you out… your Dad wanted to but your mother and grandmother insisted they knew you were gay and weren’t bothered by it… They just didn’t think it was that big of a deal. Your father threatened the poor boy in your room, which caused Steve to never talk to you outside of school. It hurt having a perfect older brother who was in sports and was an all A student… You tried hard in school but Bs and Cs were your only grades. You felt useless to your family and hated how you felt like they all were ashamed of you.

—

Shaun was trying to be a helpful wingman but it was hard when he was straight, so he had nothing to go on for gay men. Besides yourself.

Your ex-boyfriend Trent was still on your mind. Everything was great but after 8 months Trent grew distant and only kept you for his cravings of sex. You fell hard for the man even though he never asked you to come to his place… you never once questioned it. Your mind was in a fog of love. How could you have been so stupid? The man never liked PDA so you only saw his personal side at home… (Only your place). You sigh and think of Trent… Glaring at your drink then nodding as the bartender gave you another double of your drink. Trent had gotten his girlfriend pregnant and in doing so he told you that you both were over and it had been nothing but a good lay for him. It was weird how you never knew that he was only using you, cheating on you with her.

You scowl remembering last week seeing them in the ‘newly engaged’ section of the newspaper. Shaking your head as to get rid of the tears that threaten to fall, you down your drink quickly and lay your head down on the cool counter.

‘Maybe if I just close my eyes…’ you think. *Someone taps you on the shoulder.* “You okay man?” You look up and blink a little. Holy shit… holy shit… it’s… a brunette man with the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen. He waves his hand in front of your face. You clear your throat and bite your lip as you try to think of something to say. “Huh?” Oh fantastic… nice one y/n, now he’s going to regret ever trying to talk with you!

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TJ had wondered what had happened to you. It looked like you needed something… Something more than alcohol. But he was clean. He tapped you on your shoulder trying to see if he could help you. He still couldn’t tell if you were into guys or not so he didn’t want to scare you away. His NA meetings helped him through tough shit he hadn’t thought about in years. His mind wasn’t foggy from drugs.

He tapped your shoulder again. Hearing you groan and slowly raise your head up toward him. Confusion was on your face. *Damn… you looked absolutely adorable.*

“You okay man?”

“Huh?”

“You alright? It looks like your boy ditched ya.” TJ motioned towards your friend and the two ladies on his arms.

You shrug and look back at him.

“I’m TJ. You wanna ditch this place? You look like you need something other than alcohol.”

“I’m Y/n Skylar. My friends call me Sky.” He nods and pays the bartender for both of your drinks. Being a little drunk you didn’t even think of what was happening.

TJ led you out of the bar/club and said something to the security guard by the back door. You felt confused and a little happy this gorgeous man was paying attention to you. He held the back door open and a black car was waiting in the alley. The driver held the door for you both to climb in.

As the door shut behind him, he looked at you… feeling like a spark was flowing thru his veins. “You ok?”

“Mmm.” You nodded.

He let his arm around the back of the seat behind your neck. His blue eyes pierced through your (e/c) ones. He lifted his hand and lifted some of your hair from your eyes. He tucked it behind your ear as your breath hitched. As the car moved he tried to get closer to you. He leaned in as you did the same. His lips touch yours and you breathed in his scent. He sucked on your bottom lip causing you to moan which made him put his tongue inside your amazing mouth. With your eyes closing and your breathing staggered you gripped his hips and…

A phone rang. Annoyingly.

You both reluctantly let go of one another and breathe deeply. TJ realizes it’s his phone and he answers it. “Yeah?!” He says sounding agitated. “I’m fine Dougie… I found someone, his name’s Y/n Sky—” … “Wait you, you know him? What?”

You watch TJ and wonder what he was talking about. TJ looked at you and shrugged and mouthed, ‘sorry’ as he continues to talk on the phone.

You realize you never told Shaun that you’d be going home with a date. You quickly pull your phone out and shoot him a quick text thanking him and telling him to have fun with the girls. You smirk at Shaun’s sarcastic comment. You don’t realize TJ is done with his phone call until you feel him staring at you with a smirk on his face. Setting your phone back in your pocket you try to stop your cheeks from burning.

“Sorry about that, was my brother. Checking up on me… making sure I’m not dead.” He shrugs as you raise an eyebrow at him.

“It’s fine. I just texted my friend Shaun, since he’s my roommate… I wanted to be sure he knew where I was. He’s the reason I even left the apartment tonight. He was tired of my moping and…” You’re cut off by TJ’s glorious lips again. He smirks into the kiss and draws back from you. In a daze you look into his blue eyes.

“Sorry… you’re just so fucking hot. I just couldn’t help but kiss you.” He lightly chuckles and watches your grin widen. “You’re sexy. God… are you… are you okay with this?”

“Course. Why would I wanna take you to my place if I wasn’t?”

“Umm…”

“I mean… I didn’t mean to be so—” This time you both are cut off as the car stops and the driver opens the back door. TJ is closer so he goes first and then you. He holds his hand out for you. You gladly take it. He feels relieved that you don’t seem ashamed of PDA.

You would’ve noticed the flashing of some cameras had you of not been a little drunk from alcohol and TJ’s lips. There is a man holding the door open for TJ and you. Letting go of TJ’s hand your mouth opens at the look of the building. Who was this man?

—

As you arrive to his apartment, you walk in with him and he grabs you by the collar and closes the door behind you. “Teej…” his lips touch yours as he shrugs out of his jacket. He lets go of you only to lock the door and tug you out of your jacket. You let go of all your worries and continue to kiss him. He stumbles towards the bedroom when suddenly a bright light is turned on. Someone else is in here.

“Holy shit! Mom! What are you doing here?!”

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PART 2->

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A/N: what’d you think? Should it be continued? (Anyone want to be tagged, please let me know! THANKS.)

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what do u love about ur friends

idk which one of ya sneaky bastards sent this but i’m not gonna complain b/c i will take any possible opportunity to gush about my friends.

update: this got entirely out of hand and i just wrote about like... everyone i talk to. if u talk just ctrl + f ur name (but don’t feel bad if you’re not in here b/c i’m doing this off the top of my head and can’t remember everyone!! also a lot of these are hs friends who don’t have tumblrs but u asked anon so)

i honestly love them all for different reasons tho!! i’m not going to tag everyone but: thanh is great for a straightforward answer & we have the same awful sense of humor which is basically 8 years of memes to reference (also she says no romo a lot which i find rly funny for some reason??). hannah is super loving and supportive and always looking out for me. jessie is wry and clever and honestly has every reason to get annoyed at me 24/7 but somehow doesn’t. whitten i talk to every day and is super rational about my problems which is helpful when i need solutions (also dank memes). gaby is great b/c we both have a lot of the same interests (feminism, art, fashion, shit-talking ppl, etc) and gets riled up about my problems which is great when i need someone to get angry with. colette also gets angry, usually angrier than me, about my problems and is the best person to offer to beat boys up (b/c i know if she gets drunk enough she will fight anyone). kathleen is great b/c we always end up doing something ridiculous and it’s fun and makes a good story. brooke is the fucking funniest person i have ever met and thinks she’s punk rock but is secretly boujee as fuck. amber also thinks she’s punk rock, but has the softest, purest heart of gold of anyone i’ve ever met (also she comes up with the most ridiculously hilarious ways to proposition me). claire and i can talk about absolutely anything and send each other close ups of pimples but also take nudes of eachother and honestly if thats not true friendship then what is?? sofie is honestly brilliant and always has clever comments to make and i’m lowkey in love with her to this day and i mean, if you’re not a little in love with your friends wyd?? mila is so sweet and i can have fun with her doing anything, like we don’t even need to go anywhere we can just have philosophical talks on my bed and it’s chill. sammy and i have only chilled irl once but she’s really quiet and nice but occasionally makes rly snarky comments about straight ppl which are hilarious. lucy is never on skype but when she is we have a fuckin field day and she’s so petty but like... in a funny way? i’ve only hung out with andie once (which i’m trying to change before she goes back to vegas) but she’s so into musical theatre and i love reading her tweets about it b/c i love how passionate she is! dylan makes awful decisions on the daily like... blowjob competition? rly dyn? and it’s so funny to hear about and he gives ridiculous but funny advice and is super australian and always says “bruv” which is super funny to me. jenna i’m p sure is going to be running the world in two years (also holy shit she’s graduating college?? my bb girl is growing up :’)). adja is so funny b/c i thought she was super by the rules in hs but now she’s a wild child. aidan (as in the senior in hs, not the one my age) sends me #relatable memes and even tho we don’t talk often it gets deep as shit when we do (but i lowkey don’t trust him b/c of his opinions of iron fist smh). allie is in my race & ethnicity class and is just nice all around and we DM eachother on twitter sometimes like ‘what was that awful presentation in class’). nick from polisci is so knowledgeable about politics but makes the issues funny w/o being offensive and shannon (also from polisci) dresses rly cute and we have fun conversations & the three of us have a funny group chat for our presentation. quinn is such a wannabe edgelord but is honestly so pure and a good friend. asmaa is the sweetest possible person and we always tease quinn together. ricky continously gives me a hard time about everything but in a funny way and patiently explains WoW lore to me. JT is also fun to play WoW with and makes me feel like a baby b/c he’s and old man. rebecca’s steadfast belief in drarry makes me smile and i love her writing. harri is one of my many wives and her snapchats are amazing (as are her boobs). kinzie i rarely talk to but i can still hit up sometimes like whats up bitch today i had sex while listening to wtnv. cassie, becca, and eleanor are all rly cool and super pretty and nice to chill with and i love their art and photography and general personalities. georgie gave me the sweetest poem and letter last summer when i was feeling down and we have similar aspirations and i’d love to work with her in my career sometime! marko and henry are married istg but anyway marko is such a genuine, honest person and henry is an amazing writer and i loved english with him and it’d make me happy if we were closer. lena is my protege and i am an awful mentor b/c i never see her since i graduated but she is my child. layla is the baddest bitch i have ever met, her nails are always amazing and we can be catty together and blast nicki minaj. sarah is so funny b/c everyone thinks she’s reserved and studious and stuff (and she kinda is) but once you get to know her she is the sassiest person you will ever meet. my sister and i fight sometimes over me stealing her clothes constantly but we bond over how our parents drive us up the wall and also she cooks a lot which means i can steal food. the entire volstovic cycle fandom (dani, scarlett, anna, crystal, etc) are all amazing creators of things and honestly an inspiration. rimsha is the hardest working person i have ever met and i love hearing about her succeed. brady is my fellow gay (tho tbh 90% of the ppl on this list are gay b/c we flock together) and i love him for his snarkiness. all the boys i sat at lunch with in high school (garrison, rex, arun, etc) are such memes but i didn’t realize how cool they were until we graduated and now i’m like, damn i should’ve paid them more attention even tho i saw them every day. my boyfriend is my friend and he’s the most politically active person i have ever met, and he’s such a dweeb, and he makes me smile whenever we’re together (even when i’m trying to be angry at him). feihong acts like a fuckboy but is pretty dang cool if i’m being honest; he’s rly dedicated to what he does. carly and i don’t talk but i appreciate her paintings and selfies and funny tweets from afar. morgan and i were at a fidlar concert once together and we both couldn’t survive the mosh pit (also her instagram captions are fuckin hilarious am i right or am i right?). kelly is a goddamn klepto but we always have fun together drinking coffee and talking about pens and i love and support her art and she does the same for mine. charlotte is chill and i miss just hanging out in her basement b/c she’s such a gemini but in a good way. the ppl i sit with on campus (sumaiya, alex, zuri, etc) are always having interesting convos and share food and it’s a good time. my cousin and her husband (nat and ron) are the most punk ppl in their 30s and they introduced me to the punk scene and i miss them b/c they moved back to kansas. shakey’s photography on insta makes me feel pensive and i want to go to philly just to meet her. miki i’m not super tight with but her writing is a+ and makes me cry and i love rping with her. rina is such a cool mutual and her art is dope. lea is also a cool chic and i love her hair and want her to bake my wedding cake. mousse is so nice to everyone. ellie and i only talk like twice a year at family parties but we can always dive back in and pick up where we left off. the ppl i party w (other aidan, jakob, justin, etc) are dumbasses (i use that term endearingly) but i’m 98% sure they’ve all carried me to the toilet when i’ve been puking my guts out at a party. marley was that friend that ended up going to yale and no one was surprised so i admire her success but also she was always kind to me and always asked how i was doing with my mental illnesses. renee and maria and i bonded over ib art and sga and generally being over-worked by our sponsor. alanna was another one of my proteges who i need to keep up with better b/c she’s badass and funny and has the best eyebrows ever. i don’t talk to sidney anymore but we went thru so much together and supported eachother a lot a few years ago and i still love em for that. eddie is such a dweeb, everytime i see him (which is a surprising amount considering he lives in miami) we act like nothing has changed and go at eachothers throats. rachel m & galen have both grown so so much since i met them and i’m proud of them. rachel s is so fun to talk about hoe things with and laugh at eachother. marco has the best finsta of anyone ever. danny and i talk over snapchat every so often (like every month or so) and we have the weirdest convos like?? let’s name your imaginary lizard. zamzam (from my creative writing class last semester) was super fun to hang out with when she came over and actually everyone in that class (xander, leah, olivia, will, etc) were excellent writers and hilarious and we all bonded. victor is such a bro honestly he’s funny and is very attentive (actually listens) and is fun sober or not. sandra i’ve known since i was a baby and never really talked to until recently but she’s so nice to talk to about small things. alyssa i stalk obsessively on goodreads b/c who else can read that much, istg girl you’re a cyborg (but like a pretty one). rp buds that i haven’t mentioned so far (mario, mackenzie, etc) i value a lot for their companionship and writing. there are tons of ppl from hs that i wish i had gotten to know better when i was there (julia, drea, tina, both erins, bridget, etc). 

and yeah there are more ppl but those are mostly ppl i talk to at parties or dm occasionally or wish i was friends with but admire from afar. anyway. this got long. I JUST LOVE PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!

#Anonymous