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[cmeiffel]

chapter 2

April 21st

In the little over two weeks he's been here, Jaren noticed quite a few peculiar things about the people he's met.

For a start, everyone seems to be split in terms of being referred to by nickname or legal name. There are people like Scotty, Marcel and Tyler who don't mind their real names being used, and those like David and Brock who are cool with being called Nogla or Moo from time to time. But there are some, like himself, who'd rather go strictly by nickname. Those of which include McNasty, Soup as well as Grizzy and Puffer from the next town over. Jaren is glad though, that no one seems to question it. Everyone is aware that the people who find themselves a regular at The Noose aren't exactly free from a troubled past. Everyone has their story, and no one is obligated to justify their preferences.

And just as well, because Jaren doesn't think he even wants to know why his newfound friends are the way that they are. From the first impressions he got from some of them, it was probably best he remained unaware of whatever made them as such.

"How about I drop you off at Matt's? He probably has everything you'll need, and at this time of day I expect his guys are there too," Marcel said. It was barely 4pm, he could spare some time to drive Jaren before heading off to his evening shift.

Jaren recalled meeting Matt the first few days after his arrival. He'd been sitting with John one late afternoon going on about the increase in expenses they both seemed to suddenly suffer from. The man, Jaren learned, owns a 24/7 convenience store a few streets down from John's Noose. He hadn't had the chance to see it, but from his first impression of Matt himself, he was quite curious to how a man like him could own a glorified 7-11. 

When he stepped in, he was definitely surprised, however slightly, at the stark difference between the exterior and interior of the place. It's what was expected of a corner store- windows that were covered with newspaper clippings, adverts and posters, all plastered on and faded with time. The sign stretching overhead should be lit, but the words 'EVERYTHING YOU NEED 24/7' were still readable. The door showed signs of what used to be vulgar graffiti all over, that of which had long been scrubbed off. Safe to say, Jaren did not expect a clean, brightly lit, concrete-floored, white-walled, proper store. Neither had he expected the keyboard right in the middle of the store being played by a customer who was singing to the cashier who was also singing back. 

"My friend, I just want to be your friend!" The one on the keys sang out.

"I have so many friends, everybody that comes to the store is my friend!" The cashier replied, also in song.

"My friend, maybe I could be special and be your only friend!"

(It was at this point where he saw Matt leaning against a shelf trying to hide his laughter.)

"My friend, no, please just buy a SLURPEE!" That last note was strong and Jaren was almost impressed.

Clearly not wanting to be outdone, the key player laid his reply heavy with spice, "My friend, can I get it for ten percent off?" 

The man behind the counter was unfazed, his own voice still strong. "My friend, no you CAN'T."

Jaren could not hold himself back from whatever the back-and-forth situation in front of him was, and he cleared his throat to get the attention of the other three men.

"I'm just gonna buy a pretzel somewhere else, if I'm interrupting you guys?"

Immediately the Matt got even more hysterical and the two others turned bright red at being caught. 

Between gasps of laughter, Matt managed to speak a coherent enough sentence. "Fellas, this is Smitty! The kid Evan was talking about." Matt controlled himself enough to walk over to Jaren and clap an arm around his shoulders. 

Jaren raised a hand in an awkward wave, the confidence he had earlier dissipating.  As he was being introduced, he let his eyes study the new faces. 

"Smitty, meet McNasty. He's tall and dumb, but in a cute way."

McNasty was indeed tall, a big red hoodie hid his figure but Jaren could tell the man was at least a little fit. His hair was messy, in a just-got-out-of-bed fashion, but he wore it well. His features were hard yet his eyes held hints of mischief. Jaren could admit that he wasn't that bad looking.

"And this is Eric, but we call him Dooo. Why? Because he has shit stains on his mattress and he's a low-iq virgin."

Eric on the other hand, was short and really really pale. In fact, Jaren could clearly see the veins under the skin of his hands as they rested on the keyboard.  He wore a fitting shirt that showed bony shoulders, and grey shorts that fell right above even bonier knees. He smiled easily at Jaren, even after Matt's words about him. 

"And since you already know about me-"

Matt looked no different from when Jaren first met him at John's. Black skinny jeans underneath a large sweatshirt, silver chain around his neck and rings adorning his fingers. His face bright as ever, with a charming smile that eased Jaren.

"-Let me welcome you to my little hole in the wall."

But to Jaren, first impressions make no sense because no one ever gets ready in the morning with the expectations of meeting someone new. People usually find themselves under-dressed and having to scramble to look good in front of a new face. What was unusual was being over-dressed for such circumstances.

"John, I swear to everything unholy that if your AC is down, I will murder you personally." 

Now, Jaren knows dramatics. He knows exaggerations. But whatever he just heard from whoever just walked in? Even he admits that it was a little over the top. Not saying he blamed the man in the stylish fur-lined leather jacket, but really, what idiot wears such a thing on an April afternoon? It may not be that hot, but it was definitely humid and Jaren himself was sweating even looking at the man. 

The man who slid into the booth Jaren currently occupied with a bright smile on his red face. 

"Hi! Smitty, right?" And wow is that Irish accent a surprise.

"Yes, and you're the walking sauna?" Jaren had his eyebrow raised.

"Haha, very funny. Evan mentioned your brilliant sarcasm," the stranger paused for a moment to peel off his jacket. "The name's Brian, and I was aiming to impress the newbie with my cool-ness."

"No offense, Brian. But nothing about you screams cool right now," John interrupted, bringing a serving of sorbet for the Irishmen. "You're just being excessive."

Brian snorted at the younger's remark, focusing back on Jaren. In the next few minutes, Jaren learned that Brian was just about to leave for Ireland with his boyfriend, and wanted to stop by to introduce himself first. He was supposed to wait for said boyfriend  anyways, if only he could hurry his lazy ass. 

"I swear, it's like he doesn't even want to come with!" Brain told him. 

Jaren chuckled softly to be polite, not entirely comfortable with someone he just met pouring out their relationship issues onto him. 

"I think I'll just go wait for Craig at the airport, don't wanna risk anything. See ya, Smitty!"

And as quickly as he came, Brian left, sorbet in one hand, ridiculous jacket in the other. Jaren sat there slightly dazed, still processing the events of the previous fifteen minutes. He managed to collect himself after a while, filing away the thought of Brian in his mind, acutely aware of the steadily growing number of people in his life he has to keep track of. 

Just how many people in this fucking town does Evan know?

#ave remembers how to write #rtza #bbs #noose au #bbs noose au #the noose

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[cmeiffel]

"I came here fully expecting to leave with so many regrets but meeting you wasn't supposed to be one of them."

#just a lil #yaknow #a little one liner #just to hint at the angst #ave remembers how to write #rtza #bbs noose au #noose au #the noose

[cmeiffel]

my fiance and I are gonna get her wedding dress and my suit fitted tmr and Maya called me papa Vee. This almost-6 year old understands me being genderfluid more than half the people we know and just. my heart.

#rtza #genderfluid #pride #ahhhh #i cant wait to be her legal parent

[cmeiffel]

ayoo noose spoilers??

"Shit, dude. Could've killed a guy with that heart attack of a wake up call."

Evan relaxed himself and mumbled an apology which was promptly brushed off. They've had the conversation many times before, apologies weren't required.

The younger listened in his sleep-dazed state as the other canadian went off on a tangent, of which Jaren only caught the words "ice-cream" and "introductions". Still bleary-eyed, he let himself be dragged off the bed, onto his feet and out the front door.

#rtza #ave remembers how to write #noose au #the noose

[cmeiffel]

it's.. subtle. the shift in their behaviour. from the once aggressive banter to just minor remarks that hold no malice behind them. but then again they never meant what they said. he doesn't notice it at first, but cut him some slack, he's oblivious to everything. he does eventually though, after realising the porch lights are left on for the nights his shifts end late, after finding post-its on the kitchen counter saying there's food waiting in the microwave and tea in a small kettle on the stove. and when he does come home early, and he starts hearing more words like "go and shower while I finish up dinner" or "don't forget to put your work boots back in the shoe cupboard" rather than an indistinct yell from somewhere in the house acknowledging his return, or worse, plain silence. and he finds he likes this a lot more. it's domestic. everything about the two of them has turned domestic. ignoring the prospect of a sooner-or-later marriage, even as a couple, it's as though they've lived with each other for years. funny how spending everyday for the past few months turns even the hardest of people soft, and that's exactly what's happened to his partner. he loves it, loves them.

#ave remembers how to write #crazy i know #rtza #ddw

[cmeiffel]

my lungs burn for you

tyler blinks once. twice. he stills as he tries to focus his mind. his spine is frozen, holding his aching shoulders and neck in an uncomfortable position as they support his heavy head. his arms are glued to his desk, his fingers to his mouse and keyboard. his legs are numb from the way they've been resting on his cold floor for so long.

he doesn't move. he can't.

all he can do is watch. through starstruck blue eyes, at his screen. at the man on his screen. at the man on his screen who's wearing an oversized green sweater so large the sleeves cover his hands. tyler watches the man on his screen who waves around his sweater paws to accentuate every word that leaves his mouth. at the man who decided not to wear his headband that day and has hair falling in front of his face every time he shakes his head. tyler stares at the man who looks oh so soft as he rambles on about something tyler has completely lost track of.

he stares and he watches and his mouth goes dry and his chest starts to hurt and tyler can't decide on the cause of it.

he can't breathe. his body screams at him for relief but he just can't. his heart squeezes his lungs until every bit of oxygen has been expelled from them. his heart pushes against his ribs, expanding and expanding until it's almost too much. his brain mixes up it's signals and sends the wrong ones to wrong places, triggering tyler's fight or flight mode due to lack of oxygen.

he stares at David on his screen in front of him and he can't breathe. he stares at David and his body freezes up, unable to whisper out a single word. he sees David and he thinks, 'I've never known what it was like to be taken breathless by someone until I met you.' and tyler knows. oh, he knows, he's fucked.

#rtza #ave remembers how to write #ddw #daithi de wildcat #daithi de nogla #i am wildcat #ddw my beloved <3 #banana bus squad #pls reblog

[cmeiffel]

friendly remonder that i wrote this masterpiece while i was sleep deprived as fuck

#ddw my beloved #daithi de wildcat #daithi de nogla #i am wildcat #banana bus squad #gay #rtza #ave remembers how to write #kinda #i just found this again lol

[cmeiffel]

the full, and I mean COMPLETE storyline of the noose is all planned out and drafts are being written and whoo let me tell ya I am never writing fanfic like this again

#rtza #ave remembers how to write #the noose

[cmeiffel]

so i'm genderfluid

and i have this thing where ill use different mugs each day to make my drinks and there's a green one, a yellow one, a brown one, a purple one, a white one, and a black one.

so green: they/them yellow: he/him brown: she/her purple: everything at once white: i have no fucking clue black: file not found (no gender, gender does not exist)

and it helps my girlfriend know how to refer to me since dysphoria is a thing that exists. because like my character/behaviour will change depending on how i present, and i guess it also helps with miscommunication as well? since there are days where i'll change between colours like 3 times a day.

anyways i thought i'd share this in case anyone was struggling on how to subtly tell people your pronouns without having to say it out loud

#anyways #rtza #lgbtq community #lgbt #lgbtq positivity #lgbtqia #genderfluid #genderqueer #gender stuff #pronouns #gender identity

[cmeiffel]

so i came across this hero and villain duet

and came up with the dialog above^^ ... and now i want to bring back my bbs x misfits royal au

#rtza #banana bus squad #misfits podcast

[cmeiffel]

new pinned post

hi! my name is ave :) i also go by eiffel or avenue. this is technically a new blog, i deleted the old one but i managed to get the same url. I left for reasons, but i came back because i am, unfortunately, a writer who cannot let go of my unfinished fics. [See: The Noose and my other series, Stuff From My Insomniac Brain] early september this year, i was in a car accident that has resulted in me injuring my hands pretty badly. basically, i struggle with using both my hands now and it's painful to move my fingers a lot for a long period of time, e.g like when i'm typing on a keyboard.

that wasn't why i left though, but i feel like i should tell you guys this so that you'll understand why my fics haven't been updated yet no matter how many times i've hinted that i was going to. idk just feels like i owe an explanation. ALSO, i manage to change my password of an alt ao3 account, (don't ask) and now i can access ao3 again :) so yes. thanks for coming to my tedtalk

#rtza #more irrelevant shit about my life: #im dating my roomate #shes the one with the 5yo daughter maya #we've been going strong for slightly more than a month #and i love it #maya has been a gem about everything #she somewhat understands me being genderfluid and all #so she still calls me Veevie #my gf is so amazing istg she doesnt mind that im ace either and she's so patient when i struggle with my hands #ive gotten into baking recently and my ed has been getting better #mentally maya and my gf have helped me a lot #i love them and i want to be able to adopt maya as my stepdaughter one day and i want to be able to call my gf my wife

[cmeiffel]

The Noose (2021) but i need help (again)

i need names. for background characters. please. give me as many as you have. i don't care how basic, or how exquisite. you could give me your own names too, if you'd like, but please help

#rtza #bbs noose au #noose au #bbs #banana bus squad

[cmeiffel]

Noose (2021) but i need help

so i have an idea that's been in my head for a while and i thought i might as well ask you guys since the noose is for you.

how do you feel about me including miniladd in the fic? he'll be an antagonist of course, and it's really just to push the arc of another character. he'll most likely be there for a few chapters before being reduced to just brief mentions and then left to be fogotten. but yeah, any thoughts, comments, concerns?

#rtza #bbs noose au #noose au #the noose #bbs #banana bus squad #ave remembers how to write