• This section is for roleplays only.
    ALL interest checks/recruiting threads must go in the Recruit Here section.

    Please remember to credit artists when using works not your own.

Realistic or Modern hollywood arts: main (open!!)

Reader mode
Characters
Here






Zeph Evermore


Was it a problem now? She'd asked, and those words were kind of just bouncing around in his head. He gave a helpless shrug of his shoulders, as he tried to piece together exactly what he wanted to say, exactly what he felt, because he was just finding himself at a loss for words as he shrugged again.

Maybe... maybe he was just wrong -- about relationships in general. This was his first one, after all, and maybe just... maybe they were supposed to be boring. Maybe it was good that they didn't do much outside of what they'd done before, because it wasn't like he was unhappy, but...

Would he be lying if he said he was happy?

Or would he be speaking the truth?

He... didn't know anymore.

Stella was... well, she was the kind of girl that Zeph could've easily seen himself with for years and years, because they didn't have issues, and you didn't break up with someone if there was no spark. Or not... not it wasn't... it wasn't that, but it was just... he maybe... maybe talking with Ronnie after he'd had that run in with Javi had reminded Zeph that as much as he liked being with Stella...

He didn't know if he liked being with her. She was fun to hangout with but... he didn't...

Hell, he was getting more confused by the second.

"I don't know," Zeph admitted. "Just... feels like we're best friends with benefits more than anything, I mean... doesn't it?"

He knew part of it was him -- he could make more of an effort to go on dates, to take her out, to do stuff with her, but why would he choose that when he had a million times more fun with Lin?




mood
happy

location
party

outfit
clothes





playing...
Lost Boys
by Ocean Park Standoff​




mentions
N/A

interactions
Stella

tags
Kitsune2202 Kitsune2202


º º code by ditto º º
 
"Focus on me, I'm about to blow them all away"
Stella Bailey
@Steller.Bae has set their status to:
Irritated

@Steller.Bae has set their outfit to:
Pretty-N-Pink

@Steller.Bae has set their location to:
JJ/Adri/Chas Home

@Steller.Bae has mentioned:
None

@Steller.Bae has Interacted with:
Zeph ( Winona Winona )
✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯
✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯
✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯
✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯
✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯
✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯
✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯
✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯
✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯
✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯
✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯

There he goes again shrugging instead of using his words. She loved Zeph, but that was pissing her off. For all the things they usually had in common, things like this that they were total opposites in really stood out in times like these.

She told herself internally to calm down, maybe he was thinking. About what? She had no idea.

What was there to think about? It was a yes or no question. Did he have a problem with their relationship or not. Easy, then they could move on to if yes what the problem was or if not enjoying the rest of the night. Things used to be so simple, what happened? Maybe things were still simple and they were both just over complicating it, over thinking, over analyzing. Maybe if either of them could've taken a step back they would have a clearer view. Too bad that wasn't the case. They were both staring things down neck deep in whatever this hazy issue was.

That's what made it so hard...was this really an argument. They'd had a couple of these non argument, arguments now and it was difficult because there was no screaming no yelling. But their also had never been a resolution either. Just an unspoken pin put in to be saved for a later date and ignored so other things could distract them. For Zeph it'd been Lin and for her as usual it'd been work (or the festival in this case).

"Best friends...with benefits." She replied back dryly to him for clarification.

That was what he landed on, and honestly she was just more and more confused as time ticked on. What did that even mean? Isn't that what a relationship was supposed to be. Other then when you date a random because they are hot or cool and then become friends through that. What more was there to a relationship to him then?

"You are my best friend and you do get the benefits that comes with dating me, so yes? But that's what a relationship is!"

Ok she would be lying if she said she 100% didn't understand his point. Had it crossed her mind too that maybe something was missing? Something she'd had in previous relationships? Yes, but those other relationships failed because they didn't have the main things she had with Zeph, and she told herself that was more important. They were more then just a couple friends who fucked around every now and then (especially since it only recently happened). They were more then that...but were they less then what they should be? Were they less then lovers?

That was the question she knew deep down Zeph was wondering even if he couldn't put it to words. It was the question she didn't like the answer to.

It'd honestly only crossed her mind after they talked about the possibility of him leaving the intrusive thoughts that this was just a temporary fling for him and it didn't actually mean anything. Because of course she internalized that to mean she didn't mean anything to him. She couldn't and wouldn't accept that in any form. So she pushed those feelings to the side and locked them away out of sight from him.

"I don't understand what more do you want?"

Her words were sharp but that was only because she was fighting off the dread and fear of her eyes starting to gloss over at what his next words might be. She was harsh because she'd rather be angry then sad, because sadness was a weakness and vulnerability that normally she'd have felt comfortable showing him...but slowly it was feeling like this wasn't the Zeph she thought he was.

She was turning cold because she felt like she was loosing her light. What little warmth their was in her eyes starting to fade, realizing that maybe just maybe he wasn't her safety net. Maybe she really was in this all alone.

They were both still so young, still growing and changing, and maybe they were changing in different ways and she was holding on too tightly to the image of who she thought he should be instead of seeing who is was now. Even as that thought crossed her mind she couldn't bring herself to accept it. She couldn't let go, and so she doubled down.

She wanted to know if what they had was enough for him, to know SHE was enough for him. Scratch that she needed to know, she craved that validation from him. Well honestly their was a validation craving inside of her that was rooted much deeper then that, but that's an issue for another night.

"Do you want me or not?" There it was out there and there was no taking it back. He was her best friend he was her heart, but she'd never swallow her pride for anyone. Especially someone who didn't even want to be with her.
º º code by ditto º º
 
MOOD:
bery dwunk

OUTFIT:
semi-casual cappie
​
INFO
LOCATION:
clairmont house

WITH: chanel

MENTION: n/a​
ACTIVITY
Soap Soap
TAGS
cappie
— Dancing in the Moonlight


Somehow they left the apartment all right, and the taxi ride went by in a blur. Cappie remembered chilling in the backseat, talking to a much more talkative Chanel, who was doing most of the talking.

He thought she was funny when she told her stories and crystal stuff, and she was cute when she laughed because her dimples showed more on her face when she did. Cute and funny… Wait, where were they going again?

Oh right, Chanel’s beach house because it was the closest. Probably. Cappie wasn’t sure, he couldn’t read a map in his state. He didn’t know what time it was, though he didn’t care if they’d left the party before or after midnight.

“Is it really walking someone home if you ordered a car to take them home?” Technically it is if he walks her to the car that takes her home and then walks with her to her home after the car ride, Cappie told her. If any of that made sense. Walking is walking.

He hadn’t noticed he walked inside her house until she mentioned it, without tripping on his feet or face-planting on her welcome mat, which would’ve been very embarrassing.

It almost happened to Chanel after she took off her shoes. It was just a slight stumble, but Cappie felt himself flinch—his foot stepped forward and he began reaching out to catch her, but Chanel re-steadied herself. She was okay.

He sighed out a soft chuckle to ease his brief worry. “I think we’ve both had enough wine to last all night. Let’s try something a little new, like a cup o’ water.”

“What if I said no?”

A confused frown on his face. “To water?”

“About the kiss, if I said… I didn’t like it. What would you have done?”

“I’d kiss you again,” Cappie answered immediately, thinking out loud. “In case you need to be sure you didn’t like it… well, I say you’re lying first, then kiss you,” he rephrased. “After I ask if I can ‘cuz, y’know, consent is s… is a very polite thing. Yeah.”

He stopped himself from saying consent is sexy, as he’d often say, and it is, of course. But for some reason, he felt too bashful to say the word sexy to Chanel. Thinking about saying it to her made his face warmer than it was now.

God, he was stupid.

“I, uh… Lemme help you get upstairs,” Cappie said, quickly changing the subject.. “So… so you don’t fall on the stairs or sleep in a bathtub. Both are bad for your back.”

Cappie gently tugged Chanel’s hand so she can guide him to the kitchen. One glass of water wouldn’t make either of them feel sober right away, obviously, but they gotta stay hydrated, y’know. They ate a few cookies from a round tin box that was already half-empty.

A few minutes later, he pulled off his black boots and hiked upstairs beside Chanel, his arm hooked around hers to prevent either of them from tumbling down. At least Cappie believed that was the reason to hold onto her. Another could be so he wouldn’t get lost in the house.
code by valen t.
 






Kian Phelan




filler



filler



filler



filler



filler



filler






  • home (filler tab)


































Lustra



Scotty Doesn't Know








"
There was just so much innately wrong about this situation. So many things, in fact, that Kian had begun to make an itemized list of whacky fuckin’ things that had just happened in the past fifteen minutes.

1) He had talked with Auguste (yes, that was so goddamn weird that it earned its place at the top of Kian’s fucked up mental list)
2) He hadn’t been punched yet (yes, I know, pretty crazy considering the fact that standing before him was Damien fucking Slater)
3) Damien was… congratulating him? Yeah, that was a congratulations, Kian was fairly certain. At least someone was supportive of his sobriety.
4) Damien hadn’t let go of his hand.​

Fuck, his head hurt.

"I'm not... it's fine," Damien spoke, though Kian wasn’t entirely certain that everything was actually fine. "I'm not... I'm mad at you or some shit, it's… Glad you're clean and shit. That's... good for you."

Kian tilted his head slightly, eyebrow knitting together. He wasn’t mad? Damien was always mad at him so his proclamation of pacifism had to be a farce. It seemed as iud, for the second time that evening, Hell had frozen over.

"Guess punching you was worth it. Got you clean and shit."

There it was, that normal Damien joking. Kian let out a soft laugh, shifting his weight slightly from one foot to the other.

“Yeah, I guess so. Maybe you shoulda done that sooner, really kicked my ass into shape back when all that shit with Oates went down.” Kian joked back, the faintest smile tugging on his lips. “Nah,” he continued as he scuffed his boot along the ground, “nah, I had to do this myself. Shit happens but I don’t like who I am on that shit. That’s why I wasn’t going to blame you if,” a heavy scoff and a shrug of his shoulders, “I dunno, if you actually did hate me or some shit.”

Kian smiled at the ground, instinctively giving Damien’s hand a squeeze as he brought his eyes back up from the ground to Damien. “For the record, I’m glad you don’t. Hate me, that is.” Swallowing deeply, Kian gave another shrug and a halfhearted laugh. “Though, if I’m being honest, I don’t know why you don’t. I’ve spent all this time thinking I’d lost you and that you hated me ‘n all that sappy shit, same things that happened with Oates and Alex. It honestly kinda made me sick to think that I fucked up again with someone else I cared about.”

As if he had suddenly startled himself awake, everything that Kian had just said and done seemed to seep in in an instant. His throat ran dry and he became painfully aware of the feeling of Damien’s hand in his. Shit, shit, shit. Now he really was gonna get punched.

Kian pulled his hand back and cleared his throat. “So, um, who’re you going off to make out with at midnight? Is it that Luci chick you were at the Ball with?” Another pang of guilt and awkwardness. “Right. Probably not, I think I sorta fucked that up for you. But hey, uh, lot’s of fish in the sea.”





♡coded by uxie♡
 






Damien Slater


At the mention of Luci, there was an odd pang in Damien's chest. His gaze fell away from Kian's, his hand, now freed from his friend's grasp, fell to his side, and he awkwardly slid his hands into his pockets. Fuck. This was... not easy to think about, or talk about. He hadn't seen Luci since he'd driven her home at the Winter Ball, although it was hard to say exactly whose fault that was -- him for not reaching out and apologizing, or...

Okay yeah, it was his fault either way.

Fuck.

"Not your fault," he mumbled. "It was... yeah, we're not fucking talking. She was kind of a stuck up bitch that thought I was some poor fucker that needed her to hold my hand and help me and... shit."

Slater wasn't the type of person that accepted help fucking easily or some dumb shit -- he liked to stand on his own, without anyone holding his hand. And needing money from some dumb bitch was definitely not what he fucking needed. So fuck her for thinking that he needed her help.

And of course... he'd kind of figured that his night would end with Matt, but...

"I dunno... probably be going home alone tonight." Damien explained with a shrug, and now he let his eyes raise back up to meet Kian's gaze. "Not a lotta people 'round here I'd want to get with."

Yeah, yeah, surprise coming out of his mouth.




mood
high

location
outside

outfit
clothes





playing...
Pillow Talk
by Chapel​




mentions
N/A

interactions
Kian

tags
geminiy geminiy


º º code by ditto º º
 






Zeph Evermore


The questions she was asking were getting harder and harder by the second, and he was getting more and more confused by the second. There was no easy answer to any of this, and he wasn't even sure what he wanted, and now he just kind of wanted to escape from this conversation -- he wanted to say no, never mind, they could get back to it another time, take a break and just... enjoy the night.

He'd apologize for saying such dumb shit, and they'd close their eyes and ignore it for the time being.

"Do you want me or not?" She asked.

And without hesitating, without stumbling over his words for the first time night, Zeph spoke.

"No," he whispered, the word so hushed as it brushed over his lips that he almost didn't feel it fall out. He stood there in silence as he realized what he'd just said -- that he didn't want Stella, and he... didn't regret it. Not right away, anyway, even though there was a cracking and a breaking of his heart.

Tears were pricking at the edge of his vision somewhere and as much as he wanted to yank his gaze away from Stella's, he just couldn't. That would be wrong of him, wouldn't it?

Their... their whole relationship had been started over what felt like such silly reasons -- he'd jumped in feet first without thinking about it and if he could go back... would he change that? Would he of kept his friendship intact and kept pining after a girl that was never going to feel the same about him?

He... didn't know.

But talking with Ronnie had made something clear for him.

He... still... somehow had some unresolved feelings for her.

It wasn't fair to Stella.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered. "But no, I... not right now, no."




mood
happy

location
party

outfit
clothes





playing...
Lost Boys
by Ocean Park Standoff​




mentions
N/A

interactions
Stella

tags
Kitsune2202 Kitsune2202


º º code by ditto º º
 






Avery Ohtani



It was hot. Way too hot. And Bella was close. Way too close.

She was also holding his hand and pulling him along and that was enough to make his brain short circuit.

What was this? Was she taking him somewhere quiet to end their friendship? Tell him off? Give him a little bit of privacy in the aftermath of whatever horrific conclusion this was hurtling towards?

He wasn’t prepared for this. What was he supposed to do or say? How did one –

“Look, Avery, I am about to say a lot of things that do not make sense, okay? Just let me talk for a minute.”

Huh? What? Not going to make sense? Wait but then how was he supposed to follow? How was he going to – what was he – what if he gave the wrong answer again because he didn’t understand?

“I thought. I thought a lot about what happened and I realized that maybe what happened was not the worst thing.”

What happened? Worst thing? Wait what was she talking about? Which happening was this she was discussing? The kiss? The apology? Him accidentally throwing the box at her? Telling Casey she cried?

“Maybe I even liked it.”

Liked what? The apology? So then it wasn’t that bad? She was accepting his apology? Did that mean she wasn’t going to unfriend him?

“I guess what I am saying is that… maybe I want to give this a try. Us, I mean.”

Huh? Give what a try? Them? What did she want to try? The box? What instance was she talking about? How did he fit in? Did she want him to throw the box again? But that didn’t make sense.

“That was a silly way to say that but you get my point.”

No. No he didn’t. He didn’t understand what she was talking about but he was supposed to. What was the point he was supposed to get? The box? The apology? Or was there something else she was referring to that he just couldn’t recall.

“You make me really happy, Avery, happier than anyone else in this ridiculous town.”

Huh? Wait, so… she liked something he did and he made her happy.

So then she wasn’t ending their friendship. The idea that he made her happy made him smile and his cheeks flush but he was still confused, especially about the trying part, but if he said the wrong thing now, would she take back what she said and end their friendship after all?

Wait for now he had to say something first, leaving her hanging would be rude and she was standing there waiting. He had to say something quick so she didn’t misunderstand!

“You make me happy too!” He blurted out. Ok, that was fine, also true, but now what? Try us. Try us. Would it be bad if he googled it now? Or maybe he should just ask? After all, they did say honesty was the best policy.

“Um Bella,” Avery scratched the back of his head and bit at his lower lip as he tried to meet her gaze, for some reason she was starting to sway from side to side a little, as was the ground around her, huh, weird, “don’t get angry but uh, what did you mean by try us?”

He didn’t just mess everything up right?





mood
confused but happy but also confused

location
NYE party

outfit
fancy fancy fancy





playing...
song title here

by artist here​




mentions
N/A

interactions
Bella

tags
geminiy geminiy


º º code by ditto º º
 






Kian Phelan




filler



filler



filler



filler



filler



filler






  • home (filler tab)


































Lustra



Scotty Doesn't Know








Kian wasn’t entirely sure that he didn’t have some sort of weird, residual high from the last time he’d used. That was the only good explanation as to why Damien was being so strangely kind and why (not that he was complaining) he hadn’t walked away from their conversation with a busted lip and a bloodied nose.

"Not your fault," Damien spoke quietly, "It was... yeah, we're not fucking talking. She was kind of a stuck up bitch that thought I was some poor fucker that needed her to hold my hand and help me and... shit."

With a semi-reassuring nod, Kian let out a soft sigh. “Well, I’m sorry about it either way man. I can’t imagine how shitty that is, especially since she seemed like a cool chick. I guess some people are just in it to make themselves feel better. Kinda shitty if you ask me.”

Quiet.

Right-o, back to the awkward silence. What else could you expect from the pair? Either they were fighting or awkwardly standing there in tense silence lately. It wasn’t a fun way to be with a friend but hey, at least they were consistently horrible for each other. Unfortunately for their norm, Kian needed to break the stupid silence so of course, he went to flap his big fuckin mouth when Damien beat him to the punch and answered his original question.

"I dunno... probably be going home alone tonight." Kian blinked a few times in confusion at Damien’s answer as their eyes met. "Not a lotta people 'round here I'd want to get with."

“Yeah okay,” Kian teased as he reached a hand out to playfully shove Damien’s shoulder, “there’s gotta be someone. There’s always someone.”

Kian’s eyes drifted down to the hand that had gently pushed Damien’s shoulder. Against his will (and trust him when he said that he really did try to get this whole situation to be a whole less fuckin’ awkward), his hand had remained on Damien’s shirt, his thumb brushing over the collar.

Somewhere in the background, the hoard began to count down from ten as Kian’s gaze drifted back up to Damien’s face, trailing down his face to his lips before jumping back up to his eyes.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, what was he doing?

“9!”

“8!”

“7!”​

“Damien, I gotta tell you something.” Kian managed to blurt out, his throat dry and his fingers threatening to tremble from the nerves of it all.

“6!”

“5!”

“4!”​

“Damien…”

His voice trailed off as their faces moved closer together. Kian’s entire being was on autopilot, his other hand finding its way to Damien’s waist as his heart thumped against the inside of his chest. For the record, he had absolutely no idea what the hell he was doing but honestly, he really didn’t care. Whatever was happening felt right.

“3!”

Closer.​

“2!”

Closer.​

“1!”

Closer.​

“Happy New Year!”

Their lips didn’t meet.​

Fuck.

Kian pulled away suddenly, his hands pulling away from Damien as he took a few stumbling steps backwards. The adrenaline in his veins had him unable to breathe, his eyes blinking rapidly in time with the skipping beats of his heart.

“I-I gotta…” Kian swallowed, reaching a shaky hand up to run through his messy brown hair. “Damien, I’m so…” A shake of his head and a few steps backwards, wincing slightly as his back met the wall. “I’ve gotta go.”

His body reacted before his mind did, feet carrying him past the happy couples in each other’s arms, friends hugging and dancing to the music still thumping over the speakers as some sort of glittery shit fell out of containers on the ceiling. Everything passed in a blur as Kian forced his way through crowds and up and up and up, passing doors and people and hallways that all seemed to blend together, until there were no more stairs to climb. Down the last hallway he went until he found a bedroom and through the bedroom until he found a set of glass doors that led to a balcony.

Kian couldn’t breathe. He was desperately trying to catch his breath, lungs aching behind his ribs with each struggled gasp, shaking hands reaching up to rub anxious circles on the back of his neck.

Whatever fuck ups he did before meant nothing now. Kian had just tried to kiss his fucking best friend, someone who he’d been arguing with for weeks, someone who had punched him in the face, someone who, despite how much he denied it, was always there for him, someone who took Kian’s shitty apology and forgave him.

Everything was over. This time, there was going to be no fucking forgiveness.

“Fuck!” Kian growled to himself as he slammed his hands down onto the railing, forcing himself to take in gulps of cool night air.

Just breathe.

Just breathe.

Eventually, his lungs began to relax and his heart began to slow, though the thoughts remained racing through his head right up until the glass doors behind him gave a little squeak as they slid open. Kian turned around out of fear that Damien had come up to whip his stupid ass off the third floor balcony.

“Niamh.” Kian blurted out, his shoulders almost immediately releasing their tension. “What, um, what’re you doing up here? Shouldn’t you be down at the party?”





♡coded by uxie♡
 
"Focus on me, I'm about to blow them all away"
Stella Bailey
@Steller.Bae has set their status to:
Irritated

@Steller.Bae has set their outfit to:
Pretty-N-Pink

@Steller.Bae has set their location to:
JJ/Adri/Chas Home

@Steller.Bae has mentioned:
Jordan, Lin

@Steller.Bae has Interacted with:
Zeph ( Winona Winona )
✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯
✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯
✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯
✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯
✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯
✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯
✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯
✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯
✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯
✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯
✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯

"No"

The words were whispered barely audible over the party noise, but honestly everything around Stella faded to black in that moment. She heard nothing louder then the soul crushing sound of his answer. The first clear cut and decisive response he'd given her in a long time. He wasn't even this unwavering when he asked her to be his girlfriend.

"I'm so sorry. But no I...Not right now, no."

Once again what did that mean? That one day down the line he might want her, but right now she wasn't good enough for him? That one day he'd be ready for something more with her but right now he just wanted to have fun and she was killing his vibe? Did he expect her to just sit around and wait for a maybe?

He was sorry? Not as sorry as she was. Sorry that she actually believed this would work. That their friendship was a strong enough foundation to try and build something like this on. That she was naïve enough to believe in the words of anyone who claimed to care about her.

As she looked into his eyes and saw the tears starting to bud, her own were doing the same. The difference were his were of guilt, but hers were hot rage because once again she couldn't give in to the disparity. She couldn't give into her own sorrow over what was happening. All she could do was get angry. She was after all still at a party and if people saw? She couldn't let them see her breaking down in some pitiful display over him. At least she didn't want to. As her feelings started to overcome her it was proving harder and harder to accomplish.

She clenched her fist so tight her nails might've pricked the skin.

"Not right now...?" She repeated through clenched teeth taking a step back from him but her gaze never leaving his because congratulations he'd done it. He'd done exactly what she never in a million years thought he'd do. What she thought anyone here could do. He'd actually hurt her feelings and broken her heart. The one person who had the ability because she believed he never would...how foolish. "Like...like I'm something you can just put on a shelf and save for later?"

She scoffed and shook her head slightly, "I thought you were different..." Her voice nearly cracking at the word different. No one was different. Everyone wanted more and more from her and they were never satisficed with her efforts. She always had to fight to be the best, and somehow no matter how hard she tried, no matter how much success she gained, it was never enough.

She released her fists trying not to injure herself, but their was so much energy surging through her. The adrenaline pumping through her veins telling her if it's fight or flight she should fight. But this was still Zeph, she still didn't want to hurt him, she didn't want to cut him down to pieces with her words and she knew the moment her words left her lips she would live to regret them by morning... but that was morning. Right now words were falling from her lips faster then she had time to think because she just had to get it out, she had to let go of all the pent up stress and restraint she'd been showing for MONTHS for his sake. But if all of that was for nothing...then she had to let it go.

Roughly running her fingers through and squeezing her hair not even caring if it got messed up, "I thought you of all people... That you looked at me and believed that I am good enough just as I am. I didn't think I'd still have to be fighting. Fighting for your attention, for your heart. I thought I was done fighting and climbing trying to figure out how to please everyone!" That last bit came out a bit louder then intended, causing a few eyes to turn in their direction but she didn't even look to see.

She finally couldn't do it anymore, she shut her eyes tight as a last ditch effort to keep the tears from falling. But she knew it was useless, she knew they were coming and coming fast. Her next words were spoken so exasperated, and tired...broken, "But it's never over...is it?"

"You said I deserved something real...what was this then?" She asked in probably the weakest softest voice he'd ever heard from her because it was probably the lowest point she's felt in her life up to this point.

Deep down she knew she couldn't compete with people like Lin, people who were just naturally exciting...but she didn't want to! She had to be on her guard and on ten all day ever day. She wanted a partner who she could relax and do nothing but enjoy each others company with. "You were supposed to be my safe space, someone I could turn to and rest...not be just another competition where I have to do everything in my power to be...to be everything. To be the prettiest, the smartest, the funniest, the kindest, the most passionate, the most whatever!" It was taking everything in her right now not to shout and make a big scene.

She was rambling at this point but maybe it was for the best. To truly put everything she felt out there on the table because in true Stella fashion the odds of her ever talking about this again were slim to none. Anyone who genuinely took a look at Stella and her lifestyle could've warned that she was a ticking time bomb, and sadly this was the spark that lit the fuse. Afterwards she'd likely go back to stockpiling and suppressing everything until she was ready to blow again.

"Fine." She swallowed hard before wiping the few tears that'd rolled down her cheek away. She reopened her eyes to look back at him, but there wasn't much behind them at all anymore. "You don't want me? That's fine." She took the cup in Zeph's hand and downed whatever was left inside it, "Do what you want, I'll find my own way home." She crushed the cup and put it back in his hand. "Thanks for the lesson learned."

If she wasn't so angry she'd genuinely hope he finds whatever it is he was looking for in someone. She'd genuinely wish him the best, but right now all she could think about was how she hopes he finds the hellish excitement he so desperately craved. Even more so, she hoped he didn't come crying to her about it once he realized just what he'd just gave up for that.

With that she promptly turned and walked away furiously typing on her phone to her friend Jordan with a heavy but shattered heart, "Hey, you at this stupid party? I need a drink."
º º code by ditto º º
 
Last edited:
MOOD: Excited to be in LA finally

OUTFIT:

LOCATION: Jackie's apartment
basics
MENTIONS:
Soap Soap

INT:
geminiy geminiy Winona Winona mogy mogy



--------don't type anything after this comment--------



[/COMMENT]
tags
TL;DR Ian is in LA
tl;dr
Ian
Baby this feels right, coming home to you every night

Ian Evans; a minor internet celebrity known for covers and original songs mostly, as well as small skits and clips of him and friends. Something of a local celebrity as well, known for busking in his neighborhood in New York City. It had taken him what felt like a lifetime to save up enough to afford tuition at the prestigious Hollywood Arts high school. Nearly all of his childhood friends attended and while many had offered to help him with the costs, Ian was incredibly stubborn. He wouldn't even accept any money from his girlfriend, Jackie Dupont, whom he dearly missed. She had been insisting for weeks now and every time, he refused. He greatly appreciated the fact that she was willing to do that for him, but it would've just felt too wrong to him. So, despite how much and pained to be across the country, Ian worked hard to earn his way himself.

Until he found a slightly cheaper option anyway. When Ian was a very young child he had a friend in the town he was born named Raven Rivera. He sort of lost connection with her when he moved to NYC until a few years back when his aunt tried to get them together. While it was nice reconnecting the two were not compatible romantically so they remained friends. Recently Ian found out Raven was going to HA as well, and was driving the whole way. Eager to not pay for an expensive plane ticket, Ian asked if he could tag along.

After countless hours of being cramped in a family minivan with four and a half other people the small nomad group finally made it to Los Angeles. Ian had actually come to like the people he traveled with, for the most part anyway. Mason was prickly but perhaps he wasn't a bad guy. He didn't quite know him well enough to make that kind of judgement. Drake, whom Ian had sat next to for most of the trip, was great. Kid was funny and had an energy that drew the Evans boy to him. He had the little brother friend vibes. Raven was already a friend of course. The little girl with them, Ari, well she was a child. Then there was Noah, someone that Ian also found to get along well with. He was an old friend of Jackie's and he figured a friend of hers, was also a friend of his. Thankfully the other felt the same way. Despite the conditions being miserable, the company almost made it okay. If Ian had known everyone beforehand it might have even been a good time.

Ian's excitement built over the minutes it took to climb the stairs, due to the elevator being down. It really wouldn't be long before he could see his girlfriend again and he felt like he had unspoken dibs on the first hug. The nightly texts and calls were nice enough, but something tangible was so much better. He thought to the matching bracelets that Noah showed he and Jackie had and felt a little jealousy. Not at Noah of course, Ian wasn't like that, but at the tangible something special they shared. The idea of getting his girlfriend something cute like that crossed his mind, but he didn't want that to undercut something special she had with her friend. Perhaps he could write a song for her? He had come up with some single lyrics for her but a whole song could be special...

Unfortunately, Jackie wasn't home yet, so Ian, Noah, and Drake stood around outside waiting. When Jackie did finally open the door to the stairwell it was like a scene from a movie. It might have just been his imagination, but Ian could've sworn she was backlight and her hair was gently blowing in an unfelt breeze. A soft smile rested on his face, matched with a far more brilliant one on his girlfriend's. The Evans boy was practically star struck as he watched her move. It was only after the door was open and Jackie had gotten inside that he realized he probably should have given her a hand and helped her with the bags of groceries.

Reaching out, Ian held the door open from the top so that Noah and Drake could go in under his arm, then followed after. The slight confusion on Jackie's face was evident before she even spoke. "Oh well... this is Drake. He's cool and uhh..." had they forgot to mention Drake to her? Oops. Well, surely that was the only thing they forgot and it wasn't a big deal, right? "Raven is on her way." he offered a small smile in an attempt to make sure she wasn't mad at them. Blue gaze drifted to the bags on the table. "Whatcha need me to do?"

The realization of the fact that he was moving in with his girlfriend suddenly dawned on Ian. Most people would consider that a huge step in a relationship but it was sort of different circumstances wasn't it? It wasn't like they had their own places first and then moved in. It was somewhat out of necessity, right? There wasn't any pressure for deep commitment or anything, unless of course Jackie wanted that, then great! They were already there! If not, well there was other people there, so it was really more that they were roommates and not like moving in as a couple...Ian could even ramble on in his own head it seemed. Hopefully soon enough they could relax and properly reunite with each other.
code by valen t.
 
Rikki
Ellison
Uh oh spaghettio
https:///www.rikki-ellisen.com/bite-me
Guilt. It was a hard feeling for Rikki to process. More often than not consequences didn’t matter to him in the long run. Why should they? People he didn’t care about, things he would forget before the week was up.

But it was never that simple with Nikolai. Nothing was ever simple with Nikolai.

Well, that was the problem. Because being around her things were so easy. Which made things complicated. Which made him confused. Was it easy or hard? In the end, the answer had to be that it was difficult because these contradicting feelings made the decision. Right.

That was exactly what led Rikki to begrudgingly coming to this god awful party.

A few drinks, show everything was fine, check that Nikolai was okay, and leave right after the clock struck midnight. No need for anything more.

The hum of music, a growing crescendo as he neared the destination. It took too little time to reach the door, and too little time to make his way inside.

Agonizingly loud thumps ran through his head, the beating of his own heart. Nikolai was somewhere in here. Among the fleshy mess of the school body- Ugh. This was not a day for parties

Someone stepped too close and Rikki shuffled off out of the path to better survey the crowd. Blurry faces that didn’t matter obscured most of his vision till-

There.

It was impossible to miss her, that impressive height, short dress of course in their signature blue.

They looked beautiful.

A few steps forward, just go and talk to him for a little. Though…. She seemed a bit preoccupied. That was... Nikolai was trying to pick up this chick, wasn't he? A word he wouldn't dare described, spread through his chest.

Whatever. he'd just check in, show some support and be on his way.

It was fine.

But his feet wouldn't move from their place in the floor to get any closer. Rikki tore his eyes off the two and took a deep breath.
coded by reveriee.
 
MOOD:
Angry/Confused to Horn Knee

OUTFIT:
Auguste - Giggle at a funeral
Rikki - it was laundry day

LOCATION:
Party
basics
MENTIONS:
Nikolai


INT:


tags
TL;DR: Awkward small talk is awkward.
tl;dr
Auguste-Rikki

After Kian, Auguste had gone into a room to get away from the fucking noise that was starting to give him a fucking headache when he’d seen Twitter.

And his legal name staring back at him.

Liar. You’re a fucking liar.

They know. They all know. They can see what a fucking piece of shit you are

He felt nauseous. He felt like throwing up. And at the same time, there was fire pumping through his veins.

He felt sick and angry and confused and he wanted to fucking KILL this bitch RIGHT THIS FUCKING SECOND.

The tiniest bit of damage control. A simple threat that he was giving her a couple minutes headstart to fucking run before he killed her.

And then Auguste stood and flew out of the room, ready to hunt the fucking bitch down.

Something stopped him immediately, and he almost kept moving, but he steadied the person, hand clasped around forearm. Steady. Strong. Not quite rough enough of a grip to bruise, but enough to be on that side of uncomfortable.

A dark stare down at the boy before he released him from his grip and turned to keep going on his war path.

-------------------------------

He couldn’t do it. God, what kind of friend was he? But the thoughts poured in, drowning Rikki.

How stupid he was for coming here in the first place. That Nikolai had plenty of friends, why would this matter? Plenty friends better than Rikki not to mention.

Then anger began to set in.

Why was he doing this? Why did Nikolai keep getting under his skin? For fucks sake he was trying to distance himself anyways! Running to heel like an obedient dog was the exact opposite of what he should be doing. It was better to go-

A step back-

And a hard weight knocking into him

Rikki grasped out immediately to hold himself up, and it seemed the stranger had enough sense to reach out as well, so unlikely it was some plastered idiot. Ah…. Auguste.

No longer a fall risk to the tumbling boulder of a man, Rikki tugged at the grip on his arm to hasten his release. The guy looked worse for wear. Not that Rikki had any sympathy to give. Especially when big dopey assholes apparently didn’t have the decency to apologize for nearly trampling someone.

“You just fucking kill somebody?” Attitude unable to be kept down from the torrenting thoughts. Maybe he just got back from some wild sex really, though he looked a bit too pissed for that to be the case.

-------------------------------
Auguste's vision filtered back and forth, from the past to now.

There was so much fucking blood on his hands, there was so much fucking blood.

He was never going to wash it off he was never going to be clean again he was never going to get it off it would never come off.

And Dahlia, he was never going to be clean again, no matter how much he tried it was always going to wash over him.

So, what was even the point of staying clean?

You want to know why he buried Julien? He was going to show her why he fucking buried Julien-

"You just fucking kill someone?"

You're fucking joking.

Auguste suddenly whirled around, pinning Rikki to the wall with a hand around his neck.

A hand grabbing a wrist that seemed to have been drifting too close to what could've been a concealed weapon for comfort.

He was faster that he appeared. All 6'7 of pure muscle.

Faster and stronger than Rikki.

A sharp smile with murder in his eyes. "You always carry a knife with you or is this just your fun way of greeting me."

-------------------------------

It seemed Rikki's comment was not taken too well. Hands scrabbled to grab onto the offender, nails digging into muscle. The wall was cold compared to the room, too many bodies. But like hell, he could take a moment to enjoy it when he had a hand around his throat.

Unable to keep his mouth shut, Rikki continued. "Why not both." Yes, indeed he always did keep at least one knife on him. But now with this threat that second bit might come true. Christ, his comment had been a fucking joke but perhaps he did land on the money. Probably not. But either way, Auguste looked ready to kill.

Adrenaline pumped through his veins. Was this going to turn into a fight? It was a tie-up on whether or not he wanted to. On the one hand, Auguste would probably beat the shit out of him. He could feel something else besides whatever mess was going through his head. On the other... it would probably drag Nikolai's attention over and he did not want to face her right now.

Rikki refused to drop eye contact, he was not scared of Auguste in the slightest.

"I could've let nearly trampling me go. But now this is pretty rude don't you think?" He really didn't know when to shut his mouth. Or rather, didn't care to. Whatever happens, happens.

----------------------------------

Stare.

He was supposed to be nice now right?

That’s what he was supposed to be doing.

Fuck.

There were people counting in the background.

10.

There was something tightening, digging into his chest.

9.

He craved the rush of a fight, the adrenaline. The rhythm.

Well. He could definitely get rid of it somehow.

8.

His eyes flickered back and forth on Rikki’s face.

What was his options here?

7.

He guessed that he could track down… no. He didn’t want to deal with that bullshit right now.

6.

Fuck it. Rikki was attractive enough he supposed.

“… you have any plans for New Years?” A slight loosening of the hand around his neck. Not even holding him anymore. Just a loose placement as it drifted back to his shoulder. A shift into something maybe a bit friendlier. “Look about as stressed as I feel right now.”

5.

“I kinda want some stress relief. So I’ll make you a deal.”

4.

“We either beat the shit out of each other and one of us will have to go get first aid or some fucked up shit and that’ll be our New Year.”

3.

“Or you take me back to your place and we can have some other fun.”

2.

“Of course if you say no to both I’ll accept that and we can walk away plain and simple… What do you say?”

1.
------------------------
Was he about to get punched? Perhaps if he made a plea they could take this somewhere else. Two birds, one stone. Rikki kept himself collected at whatever Auguste seemed to be weighing in on his head.

The countdown was starting.

If it were Rikki, he would've thrown the first punch right on the strike. Kiss his fucking fist or whatever.

The blond grit his teeth, tensing in preparation for any violence to come. But as the countdown hit its midpoint, the situation was changing.

Oh.

O h.

This could work.

This could work well, actually.

Alright, Auguste. Now he was speaking Rikki's language. Though, frankly, the grip on his throat could've stayed. At this switch, it was more than welcome.

The options were laid bare. They were at the same conclusion. Though Auguste was a bit kind to say 'hey, we don't actually have to fight or fuck.' Please. At this rate, no way Rikki would walk away from choosing one. And of the options, one gave him the rush he was looking for and got him outside of this horrible place.

The cheers of drunken fools, midnight hitting and turning the point to a new year.

Fuck it.

Rikki slid his hand up and to the collar of his shirt, yanking in to press their lips together. That was sure to make it very clear on which choice he made.

"Let's get the fuck out of here."
code by valen t.
 

MOOD: ...

OUTFIT:
Classy.
​
INFO

LOCATION:
Beach house

WITH: Cappie

MENTION: N/A​
ACTIVITY
0k_mang0 0k_mang0
TAGS
Chanel Clairmont
— Fire for you



“I’d kiss you again,” He said without hesitation and Chanel blinked in surprise, a sudden interest sparked in her eyes but she didn’t say anything further, instead, listening to his reasons behind it.

“In case you need to be sure you didn’t like it… well, I say you’re lying first, then kiss you,”

If she was lying…

A blush spread across her cheeks, but if he brought it up, it was blamed on the alcohol.

“After I ask if I can ‘cuz, y’know, consent is s… is a very polite thing. Yeah.”

He was going to say sexy, wasn’t he?

Not that she was surprised, it seemed like something he’d say, but in all honesty it was a bit humorous and she found herself unable to hold back a smile.

“I, uh… Lemme help you get upstairs, so… so you don’t fall on the stairs or sleep in a bathtub. Both are bad for your back.”

She could think of one thing that was bad for her—

“Uhm— thank you.”

Chanel Esmee Clairmont

What is it exactly you think that you’re doing?! You’re acting like—

A teenager?

She shook her head, her head clearly deprived of common sense and replaced with something incredibly different. This is exactly why she stopped herself from drinking too much.

The last time Chanel had gotten drunk, it ended up in… a mistake.

She’d gotten confident, free of worries and it was rare, but she acted without thinking.

The pair snacked in the kitchen for a few minutes, before Cappie had-so generously lead her upstairs and Chanel broke his grasp that was only to place his arm around her waist instead.

…

Safer.

Yeah, because that’s the only reason why.

They reached her room and Chanel disappeared into the closet for a few seconds, struggling with the zipper of her dress as she called out.

“Did you want to change? I could grab some things from Casey’s closet?” She asked, unsure if he was staying, but it was polite to offer

The zipper wouldn’t give and she let out a groan mixed with annoyance and exhaustion.

Again, she didn’t think too much about it when she left the closet and asked Cappie if he could help her undo the zipper, she was painfully aware of how close they were despite her back being turned to him.

She swallowed when she felt his hands brush against the bare of her back.

It was funny, the way that this night could’ve ended in a very different situation, Chanel probably would’ve been home hours ago, sober and drained from the party, forcing herself to make nice with her classmates.

And even though she was avoiding him, he still found it within himself to save her from the dangerous clutches of the social pariahs desperate to be seen.

He’d asked her, her favorite wine, snatched it and spent the entire New Years Eve on a balcony with her, asking questions, learning about her, and somehow not annoyed by the endless facts she’d thrown at him.

Heartbreak or not, Kieran had never made such an effort— and in one of those mildly sober thoughts, Chanel realized they weren’t anything alike.

So the outcome would be…

She wished she would’ve thought about it beforehand, but with a surge of confidence and clearly only one thing on her mind, Chanel turned around to face him and didn’t say anything for the first few seconds, her gaze dropping to his lips for the merest moment.

“I didn’t like it,” She lied, her gaze falling to his lips again and she took another step closer to him— and now, they were barely a foot apart.

Her gaze searched his wordlessly, waiting for him to connect the dots.

Chanel had given no warning when she leaned in, but she had barely let their lips brush before she spoke,

“Give me a reminder?”

Oh, this was a much sexier way of asking for consent.

Good job, Nellie.
code by valen t.
 






Isabella Dupont




filler



filler



filler



filler



filler



filler






  • home (filler tab)


































emily watts



la vie en rose








“You make me happy too!”

Bella’s grin only widened as she reached out to take Avery’s hand, their fingers interlacing slightly. Wow, that went better than expected. Avery had somehow understood her incoherent ramblings, which means that Bella was a whole lot more put together than she had anticipated, and somehow they were both on the same pa-

“Um Bella,” Avery’s hand reached up to rub the back of his neck, “don’t get angry but uh, what did you mean by try us?”

Mon Dieu.

Bella had thought she was clear with what she had said but apparently, the mark had been missed. She wasn’t entirely sure how much more she could spell it out: Bella liked Avery, Avery liked Bella, they should date. That was what she had just said, only she had been far more eloquent and honestly, Bella was not about to stoop to ridiculously simplified wording to make her point known.

Instead, Bella pulled Avery in by his hand while her other hand gently found the side of his face as their lips connected. The kiss was soft, warm, far better than the panicked kiss they’d shared during Winter Ball.

Pulling apart slightly, Bella smiled as the hand that had been on Avery’s cheek reached up to gently brush her fingers through his hair. “I like you, Avery. More than a friend, that is. I would love to go out with you, official or whatever.” Bella’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment. “If you want to, that is! I do not want to, um, make assumptions.”





♡coded by uxie♡
 
MOOD: Ready to make some trouble ; )

OUTFIT: Here

LOCATION: Dance floor> drink table @ NYE party
basics
MENTIONS:

INT:
Harrowhark Harrowhark



--------don't type anything after this comment--------



[/COMMENT]
tags
TL;DR Dahlia is on the hunt
tl;dr
Dahlia
You want me, I want you baby

Dancing. Moving. Heavy breathing. Sweating. The smell of alcohol and various perfumes and colognes hung thick in the air. This was the exact type of place Dahlia Nelsdotter thrived in. The world was a cruel fucking place and any chance to escape that was a blessing. Any of those chances that involved her favorite thing in the world? A godsend. When one danced you could feel everything and nothing all at once. There was no rules or restrictions, no correct way to think or feel. Motion and emotion intertwined and flowed together creating a story, like a tapestry. It was the most beautiful form of art, and Dahlia was the Monet of her trade.

New Year's Eve was Dahlia's favorite holiday for these reasons. There was always parties to attend, dances to be had, and drama to be witnessed. When she wasn't losing herself to music and rhythm she could be found looking for trouble. Ever since her last break up the young woman had become jaded. If everyone else was only out for themselves, then screw it she was too. She was only interested in being entertained, and damn was drama entertaining. She adored those celebrity news and gossip shows. Learning people's secrets and motivations was not only thrilling, it also made Dahlia more powerful than them. If you know what someone wants, you can predict their actions easily enough, and being able to predict someone's actions was incredibly valuable in getting ahead. Or at least not getting taken advantage of. Dahlia was done with that for sure.

Much of the raven haired girl's evening was spent on the dance floor, getting close and personal with anyone that even remotely wanted it. So what if some of these people were in relationships? If they were happy in them they wouldn't be grinding on her would they? If anything, Dahlia was doing a public service by outing people that couldn't be trusted. These bitches should be bowing down, rather than calling her those names behind her back.

There was almost an audible sigh of relief as the Nelsdotter girl removed herself from the dancing area to get a drink. Her mouth was dry and she was beginning to worry the glitter on her face would start to run. She wasn't out of shape but continuously dancing the way she was was definitely tiring. First she got some water, her muscles craving actual hydration. There was plenty of time to for something stronger yet.

It had come to the point in the night where everyone was going for the alcoholic drinks rather than the more responsible choice. Not yet midnight, but less than an hour to go. Dahlia put her hand on some younger kid's shoulder and he immediately moved out of the way, more than a few long glances up and down her frame as he did so. It wasn't a mystery by any means that the girl was a dancer, her figure betrayed that very obviously, especially in the dress she had chosen to wear that night. A smirk and a wink was tossed at the kid who couldn't have been older than a sophomore and he scurried off in embarrassment. Dahlia went about casually making herself a drink, taking her time mixing different liquors. She couldn't care less if she was impeding others from getting a drink.

Only one person actually made a move to imply Dahlia was in the way and taking longer than she should, expressing this with a polite excuse me. "Wasn't expecting such manners at a party like this..." she commented offhandedly. Her eyes moved to study this person. Very nice defined features, perfect angles, yet eyes that suggested trouble. A quick smile flashed across the dancer's face. It seemed they were studying her just as much as she them. Both held almost a predatory like analytical look in their eyes. Hot.

"I don't believe we have. I'm sure I'd remember a face like yours." Dahlia's eyes drifted away and did a quick scan of the room. There were a few eyes on them, some of which didn't seem entirely happy or drunk. Was this stranger also trouble? How delicious. They had definitely peaked her interest. "Dahlia." She said simply. She made a small show of putting her hand Nikolai's shoulder, nails gently tapping on their shoulder blade before sliding down their arm to their elbow. "I'm sure you'd remember me if you've seen me. Or at least what I can do." She gave them a flirtatious wink coupled with a mischievous smirk. She took a slow drink from her cup of mixed alcohols, never breaking her smoldering gaze from Nikolai's. This was almost like a game to her, and she intended to win. "So what are you doing here?" Her tone was a low purr like sound, her inflection denoting multiple ways her seemingly innocent question could be taken.
code by valen t.
 
Evelyn Sinclaire
@ s i n c l a i r e
bitch manor
fit deetz here
nathan
tags: Winona Winona
As displayed several times before, Evie rarely gave out REAL apologies because she seldomly ever felt the need to take back the things she said or did. Even when they were "wrong", she was a firm believer in standing behind your shit. If you felt the need to say it, it needed to be said. If you did it, you wanted to at the time. That sort of thing.

Yet here she was, instantly wishing that she could take back her last words. No, not because she didn't mean them. Well, okay, maybe she didn't mean them. At least not...everything? Hell, she wasn't even fucking sure anymore. After Chas told her that Nate was back on hard drugs, likely just in an attempt to save his own ass from the dirt she had over his head, she'd been second-guessing shit.

Look, it wasn't like she ever actually believed anything that came out of Chas Marino's mouth. On top of his awful hair and need to bring up his brother's stint on celebrity rehab way too often, he was a snake and everyone knew it. Besides, he hadn't even offered her any real proof so why the hell would she have believed him over Nate? She wouldn't. She didn't.

Until she saw the look he gave her when she let the words slip out. That brief flash in his eyes only fueled her doubts surrounding his sobriety. "Fuck off, Evelyn..." -- Ouch. The full name. Was she supposed to cry now? Just like that, Evie's moment of feeling bad for what she'd said passed and she rolled her eyes at his attempt to fire back. -- "You're just as bad as every other two-faced bitch here." -- Ah, the cherry on top.

"Oh, how goddamn original. Homewrecker? Bitch? Whore? Try harder. I've been called those a million fucking times. If you're going to insult me, at least have the decency to make it good," Evie spat. Yeah, it had fucking hurt but whatever she wasn't telling him that. "Really, don't hold back. Jesus-- You know, if I'm so awful, why the hell are you with me, Nathan? Just for the fame? Because I make you look better?" she added, a dark chuckle escaping her lips though nothing was funny.

Fuck him. He was such a dick. Yeah, so apparently she did have a type and she needed to reevaluate it ASAP. As a matter of fact... This--" she motioned between the two of them, "was a fucking mistake," she said, shaking her head as people around them started to gather their friends together for the countdown. "And it's over. We are fucking over," her eyes lingered on his for a moment before she turned on her heels and disappeared into the crowd.

🏃‍♀️
Full circle kinda thing. Iykyk.
🏃‍♀️
​
coded by natasha.
 
Last edited:
MOOD:
bery dwunk

OUTFIT:
semi-casual cappie
​
INFO
LOCATION:
clairmont house

WITH: chanel

MENTION: n/a​
ACTIVITY
Soap Soap
TAGS
cappie
— Pulling Me Under


Originally, Cappie thought he would go downstairs, pass out on a couch, and go home quietly the following morning.

He almost did while Chanel was in her walk-in closet. She offered Casey’s clothes to him; Cappie replied no, I’m good. He looked at the door for a few moments, deciding whether or not he should leave, hesitating.

Then she asked him to help her unzip her dress.

Bad idea, said the rational voice in his head. But it was so small, so quiet. He couldn't hear it. He was deliberately ignoring it.

He stood behind her. Yes, he was aware the back of his fingers were touching her back as he pulled down the zipper. Carefully and slowly, like it was a fragile thing.

He said nothing.

She turned around. They looked at each other silently for a while. The room started to feel a bit too warm. He held his breath until she spoke first.

“I didn’t like it,”

Oh my…

He forgot to tell her she was lying first.

He couldn’t remember when his green button shirt was taken off. It was just gone, later found resting on the floor next to her black dress.

And then everything else.

Before or after they fell on the bed, who knows.

If anyone asked what he did for his New Year’s Eve went, Cappie would just say he was too drunk to remember anything. The hangover he woke up with the following morning next to her? He didn’t mind it too much. At least he didn’t fall asleep in a bathtub or on a couch or someone’s rooftop (long story).

He did remember, though, most of it. The kissing, the touching, how intense it started, how peacefully it ended gradually… how the soft blankets wrapped comfortably around them…

And he wasn’t going to tell anyone about any of it. Not even to his best friends.

He couldn’t tell anyone he woke up with his arm around Chanel.

Cappie had a nice sleep that night. That’s all you need to know.
code by valen t.
 
Last edited:
MOOD: yea tbh

OUTFIT: clothes

LOCATION: bitch manor
basics
MENTIONS:
Javi, Lin

INT:
geminiy geminiy (Kei)
tags
TL;DR no
tl;dr
Angel Cervantes
...but he never showed.

"Way to waste my fuckin' time," Javi sneered, shoving his younger brother out of the way to begin his jogging ascent up the building's stairs. Did he not know there was an elevator...?

Now alone, Angel could feel his heart sinking into a pit. His sheepish gaze darted up to Javier, whose hands were stuffed into his pockets as he gradually disappeared from sight. The rise and fall of his chest began to quicken, his breath more shallow for every second he pushed his back against the wall. Though his cheeks were dry, Angel's throat grew hoarse and he began to heave in some sort of dry, adrenaline-fueled stress cry.

God... god damn it! Why wouldn't Lin of all people show to the biggest party of the year? The whole reason Angel showed to this stupid thing was to bring his brother and cousin together, maybe innocently start a meaningful conversation, then, you know, patch things up. And also deliver the news of the baby to Javi, who was always so charmingly... clueless.

When Angel said it costed nothing to be kind, he was one of the rare few who meant it. Everything he did was out of earnest compassion, yet fate had a nasty habit of throwing it back in his face. Tonight, it mocked him then had a laugh. Now that he was at this big, scary party all by his lonesome, the ball was in the artist's court. He couldn't simply turn around and leave before he even walked through the doors. That would just be... sad.

So he went in. And grabbed a drink. And then dumped it out, which was wasteful, but he didn't realize alcohol could look even clearer than water. Things were off to a great start, Angel decided, and what better way to make that clear than to wander the halls like a lost puppy!

Actually, that wasn't a bad idea, because then Kei showed up out of nowhere, which was super cool because it gave Angel an opportunity to relax a little. Something on the guy's face said that he could relate to the uncomfortable balancing act that was not looking too uncool while navigating parties. That usually meant not standing out, which Angel very well could do without trying, but brains have a funny way of making it seem like everyone's watching.

"Hi! Uh, no, not really!" he answered, his soft-spoken voice raised over the raucous sound of the party, "But I'm glad you're having fun!" He shifted uneasily, twiddling his thumbs like an antisocial idiot. Maybe he should say something with a bit more substance.

"I don't really go to these things!" At this point, the sheltered boy was practically shouting in the other boy's face. There's no competing with music blaring as drunken teens poorly sing along to it. "Is that, uh, what're you drinking?" No freaking way!

By instinct, Angel's eyes dropped to the floor, but he forced them back up to meet Kei's directly. "Hey, can I tell you something really out of nowhere?" he asked after another long pause.

"This is the most alone I've felt in my entire life." Yes, he was still yell-talking. It was the only way to be heard around here. "Do you know what I mean?" He scanned the room, craning his neck out to survey the dozens of people he could see just in the span of a few seconds. "I don't think this crowd is helping, either."
code by valen t.
 
MOOD: tire

OUTFIT: clothes

LOCATION: bitch manor
basics
MENTIONS:
Jace
INT:
mogy mogy (Oates)
tags
no
tl;dr
Callum Richards
Callum rubbed his forehead, neglecting to hold in his weariness toward the situation. Though they were in the clear, he was visibly stressed and restless over the way things played out. "Stop apologizing," he said quietly, eyes fixed on the wall, "I didn't ask for you to stop having fun."

Finally, he brought himself to look back at his curly-haired boyfriend, worn and serious but ultimately relived that he was healthy again. "I just care about you." He stepped forward to wrap his arms around him once more. It was hard to pin what his voice was, how it sounded and felt flowing off of the frowning dancer's tongue. It somehow felt worse than his usual monotone. "I'll get your gum."

He pulled away, then made for the door, resting a pale hand on its handle. "Lock it when I'm out," he advised, offering Oates a melancholy look, "Bathroom access here is a commode-ity..." He smirked dryly, then exited into the fray.

He began to subconsciously hunt for Jace, a friend who was funny-looking enough from the back as he was the front. He wouldn't be hard to spot in a crowd. Maybe he had gum or something. While that search went on, Callum wandered to the kitchen. He quietly mumbled a few requests for mint gum to passerby, but no one seemed to pay him or his quiet murmurs any mind.

Oates probably would have had an easier time; he could get anyone's attention, not to mention how easy it would be for someone like him to bum a stick of gum off a stranger. He was okay with handouts. People had a natural instinct to give him things, material or verbal. And the worst part was that he was totally oblivious to it. Like it was normal, as though someone like Callum could light up a room like he did.

He groaned, having grown tired of this hunt through a haystack in a matter of minutes. He also threw open the refrigerator doors in hopes of something close to a breath-freshening agent, but no dice. The fridge was pretty empty, except for a case of beer. Callum didn't really like the stuff. Maybe he could trade it for some mints?

Long, bony fingers wrapped around one of the glass bottles, slyly swiping it from the fridge. Now on to bartering. He turned around, nearly bumping into a short, brunette chick swinging her hands in the air and waving around a bottle of liquor. "Shots! Shots! Shots!" she chanted, and Callum could only blink dubiously. Well, that managed to wake him up.

"Drink, drink!" she cheered, having somehow procured herself a shot glass and filled it up. She was really close, nearly grinding on his side. Was this how people flirted these days? He waved a dismissive hand, looking over her head and into the crowd, but she persisted. "No, it's for you!" she said.

Callum bent down, ignoring the question. "Do you have any gum on you? Or breath mints?" he queried, dodging her volatile dancing with his head.

"Yeah, totally! Right here!" The shot glass now found itself in Callum's grasp, and he was left wondering what sorcery this girl casted to manage to force it betwixt his fingers.

The much taller dancer creased his brows, splitting his attention between peering with negative amusement at the girl and inspecting the liquor-filled glass. "Okay." In a flash, he threw his head back and chucked the clear liquid down his throat, choking out a cough as soon as its burning sensation took hold.

"Another!" the girl shouted, wasting no time refilling the glass that was returned to her. Whatever came over him, Callum complied, taking one more shot before setting the shot glass on the counter. Whoever that girl was, she was good.

The blue-eyed teen pointed a thumb backward. "I'm gonna go." As soon as he was on his way, a couple stumbled backwards and ran directly into Callum, splashing a bit of drink on his shirt. The room was so dark that only he knew how sinister he looked when the left side of his face twitched with barely-contained irritation.

Callum Richards would never go to a party again.

"Anyone.. gum..." he repeated in a trancelike tone as he sauntered through the crowd, newly-awakened but somehow more ready than ever to collapse onto the ground. "It's for my boyfriend..."
code by valen t.
 






Nathan Woods


After she'd spoken those words, announcing that they were officially fucking broken up, Nate couldn't really move at first. Instead, he just... stood there. Unsure of what to say what to do. Did he run after her, trying pitifully to apologize and get her to take him back, or... did he just walk out of here, heartbroken but pride intact?

There had definitely been some people that had heard what had happened -- he could see a few sideways glances, but he kept his expression stone cold as always, and then he just... walked away. From the spot they'd had their fight, from Evie, from everything.

He wasn't sure where he was going, but he wanted away from the crowds for a moment, so he turned into the bathroom and was... greeted with someone crumpled on the floor.

Nate was going to step back out, until he realized who it was.

"Oates," he greeted as he closed the bathroom door behind him and came over to crouch down beside his friend. "You good?"

Clearly not.




mood
in need of joint

location
bitch manor

outfit
clothes





playing...
song title
by artist​




mentions
N/A

interactions
Evie, Oates

tags
jasmyn jasmyn mogy mogy


º º code by ditto º º
 






Elizabeth Sterling


She didn't think she'd ever seen Spencer have an ounce of anger, an ounce of anything except passive politeness. He was the definition of nice boy, so when he snapped at her... Beth was legitimately taken aback.

For a moment, she couldn't really speak or move or anything. Instead, she was stuck in place as he walked away, pale gaze blinking after him.

And then she let out an indignant huff with an indignant ugh drama queen directed at Spencer. Then, with a roll of her eyes, and another huff of annoyance, she turned and stomped back over to the drinks table.

Well, his sour attitude wasn't going to stop her from having fun.

... Even if she felt a little guilty for how she'd behaved.




mood
adult

location
party

outfit
clothes





playing...
Good Girl
by Julian Moon​




mentions
N/A

interactions
Spencer

tags
Xed Xed


º º code by ditto º º
 
MOOD: Maybe I'll sit here for a little bit.

OUTFIT: Blue t-shirt and black pants.

LOCATION: The NYE party (The Bathroom)
basics
MENTIONS:
Callum.
INT:
Winona Winona (Nathan).
tags
TL;DR Life is weird, and Oates wants to get drunk because of it.
tl;dr
oates


Yeah, he was good.

Well, no, he just threw up everything he had for lunch, and his stomach was in knots, but at least his vision was returning to its normal self, slowly but surely. And the fact of the matter was that he could recognize Nathan anywhere. That dude was Oates’ best friend in the world. Well, Oates had a lot of best friends, but Nathan was definitely in that category. He was definitely at the top of the category. Well, maybe definitely top 6.

When exactly Nathan had replaced Callum, though, was just a tad bit tougher question, because some of the things Callum said—or more probably all of them—disappeared from his memory as if he had dementia. It was why shock was almost evident on his face, surprised as if he wasn’t the one still on the floor hugging the toilet, though it was now closed.

“Nathan?” He blinked twice to make sure he wasn’t imagining it, or that the bright bathroom light wasn’t playing tricks on him. But surely enough, after a second, two, or maybe three, there was no response back necessary. The curly-haired boy reached his hand out to his friend just to make sure it was actually real. Why alcohol would make him hallucinate, he didn’t really know, but one could never have been too sure. “Yeah, I’m good. I just threw up.”

As he said the words, he first smiled as widely as he could to convince his friend that he was, in fact, good. He then realized that he should probably have covered his mouth, just in case his breath still smelled as horrid as his throat felt. So he did.

A few moments of silence passed before he followed up, a bit concerned. “Are you good. Sit down.” He patted the floor next to him, scooting over to make room for the other boy. It wasn’t like he could see that there was something wrong with Nathan, but maybe he just had a hunch that nobody was having a good New Years Eve.

Not him.

Not Callum.

Not Nathan.
code by valen t.
 








Jules & Ava


feat. That Bitch Dorian


She didn't know what to think.

What to feel.

Juliette was very cautious with who she trusted. Maybe it didn't seem like it... but it wasn't exactly easy for the girl to open up. She took risks with relationships. JJ wasn't fucking stupid. She knew getting involved with boys, there was always a chance she'd get hurt. Fuck boys. She knew getting involved with fake fucking friends she'd get hurt too.

It didn't matter the fact that it was in the past, okay?

She asked.

JJ fucking asked.

And they lied. They looked her in the eyes and fucking lied. She knocked against the door, almost scarily calm. Upon opening, JJ let herself in, walking past Dorian. "Hey, babe. How's it going?" She smiled, turning her back for a moment to look at her reflection. Brushing her hair off to the side.

There wasn't any mascara streaks, her makeup was perfectly intact. Almost as if she took the time to make herself look presentable before coming here.

Oh, she was seething.

Juliette was seeing red.

She fucking hated him.

Despised, even.

Before he could twist the knife in her back further, Jules turned to face him with a wide smile.

"Fuck any blondes while I was gone?"
__

JJ couldn't believe she was here.

But she looked fucking amazing.

Red was her fucking color and nobody could tell her otherwise.

The slightly-off red lipstick gilded against her lips, puckering before leaning away from the compact mirror, throwing both inside of her bag as the door was opened for her.

She avoided his gaze entirely.

This was only for fucking show because Juliette was not showing up to the ball without a date like a complete loser. Then, she'll announce to the world that they were broken up, tell the entire truth and no girl would ever go for him ever again because he deserved to end up alone.

Or with fucking Ash.

...

Okay, so maybe JJ was plotting with Lucky how to take down ThirstTea over the fucking eating disorder post, but that didn't change anything.

She still hated her.

...

She still hurt her.

Dorian and JJ were matching, of course. It was too late not to color coordinate outfits and she would never make herself look like an idiot at the ball-- who wasn't matching their outfits with her dates, That was like, really embarrassing if they hadn't.

"One dance just for show. That's it. I'm ignoring you the whole night." JJ spoke as they walked into the hall, begrudgingly taking his arm as she did so.

XXXXX

What the fuck.

What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck.

In a matter of minutes, Dorian's love life had completely crashed and burned.

Seriously. Everything had been great, perfect even. He had the girl of his dreams (and no, he didn't have mommy issues) and he was getting callbacks for gigs, his mom had even backed off of him a little about the Lucky situation. And then...

CRASH AND FUCKING BURN.

The reason? Ashton West, of course.

It wasn't entirely shocking when she messaged him to let him know that she'd opened her big mouth and told JJ about them. Well, the them that there was like a loooong time ago. You know, the them they swore not to tell people about and now somehow like ten people knew now. ONE, OF WHICH, WAS HIS CURRENT GIRLFRIEND WHO WAS...

Well, she probably wouldn't be his girlfriend much longer.

The ONLY good thing that came from Ash sending him that DM was that he got a warning. Of course, it wasn't like one could truly prepare for JJ's wrath but at least he wasn't going into it blind. Right? As if it mattered.

The audition tape he'd sent over to his manager played on a loop on his laptop as it sat on the kitchen bar. He'd been working on it minutes before he got the first text from Ash about how she'd decided to light the fuse on a grenade and toss it in his direction. Yes, JJ was the grenade and yes, he was waiting for the timer to run out for her to explode on him.

As if right on cue, a knock rang through his apartment and he took a deep breath before opening the door. "Fuck any blondes while I was gone?"

"Babe, please, let me explain... I was going to te-" he started, only to be cut off immediately as she pushed past him and the door slammed behind her.

---

The Winter Ball was a Hollywood Arts favorite for many different reasons. Everyone got all dressed up in their best suits and dresses just to pose for paparazzi pictures, dance the night away, and drink punch that had probably been spiked by ten different students. The most appealing part was the lack of adult supervision because they were such an upscale school "trusted the students to behave" which meant only a handful of chaperones rather than a dozen.

Before you get ahead of yourself, no, Dorian wasn't one of those guys who hated going to things like these but maybe that was due to all the big events his parents had dragged him and Maddie to growing up. He was kinda used to it. Plus, he just wasn't one to turn down a party. Even though he wasn't an extreme party animal or anything Dori liked to have a good time and what better place than a major event with all his friends?

Then there was the whole thing where he was showing up with a girl like JJ on his arm who was kinda out of his league despite him being pretty decent himself. He was prepared to feel like a king with his queen by his side. Ready to conquer the world. Or at least, LA for now?

At least, that had been the plan until, ya know...

As JJ stepped out of the car, she avoided letting her eyes slip in his direction but he couldn't pull his away from her. She was stunning. A work of art, really. Like something out of one of those super fancy museums. You know the ones where all the pieces are protected by laser alarms and stuff? That's the kind of gorgeous she looked tonight. Red was her color, after all.

"One dance just for show. That's it. I'm ignoring you the whole night." JJ spoke as they walked into the hall.

It was almost ironic. The fact that he had asked her to be his girlfriend at the last party they had gone to and now here they were, attending a dance together only to save face when in reality she hated his guts. He had a plan though, to win her back. It wasn't a great plan but it was a plan. He just had to hope it worked.

"Don't you think people will notice if we aren't talking all night," he told her as she looped her arm in his. Dorian honestly didn't care if people made up rumors or whispered about them but he knew JJ did and if it would get her to talk to him then he would use it. "Look, we can share a few dances, have some conversations over punch, snap a few pictures at the booths and then you never have to speak to me again," he told her, although that last part wasn't on his agenda.

"They are playing one of your favorite songs," he added, pointing a finger as if to motion to the speakers he couldn't see before holding his hand out to her.

---

"It's not like that, JJ! I don't have fucking feelings for her anymore," Dorian was trying to plead his case but it was honestly getting him nowhere. What was he supposed to do? Beg for forgiveness? He'd be wasting his breath, JJ could hold a damn grudge and this wasn't one of those things she'd just forget in a week like when he got her a chocolate chip muffin instead of a blueberry one.

He knew it was a mistake not to be honest with her. He'd known that from the start and he'd spent the last two hours wishing he could take it back.

But...

He made a choice to lie to protect someone and that someone wasn't JJ. No, Dorian had chosen Jace over her. He knew that if people found out about his past with Ash, it would get back to his best friend and he would never be forgiven and he chose to save that friendship instead of his relationship with JJ. He couldn't take that back... And if he could, would he? He wasn't sure.

"Look, I'm sorry! JJ, please. It was stupid, I should've told you, okay? I know. I get it..." he continued even though he wasn't sure she was even listening anymore.

XXXXX

"I don't care if they fucking notice."

Of course she cared if people noticed. The internet would be talking about her the second they thought something was up.

It was always...

'Trouble in paradise?'

From the incredible number of the fake bitches that attended this stupid school-- JJ cared more than anyone if they noticed. She didn't even want to tell them about the breakup, she didn't want to talk about it, she didn't want to-- publicly go through it.

She was so...

Juliette put herself on this high-horse, better than everyone else because she believed she had found her person. Her 'one' or whatever the fuck. As fucking pathetic as that is, Juliette just wanted to be wanted and the harder she tried, the more it felt like... She just wouldn't be.

Pictures.

She laughed at his words but nothing about what he said was funny.

Snap a few pictures?

You mean he expected her to smile?

She couldn't even believe she had this idea, to go through with this.

That JJ was the one who was pushing him to pretend like everything's normal. Maybe she deserved that out of him-- maybe Juliette was never the best fucking girlfriend but she knew she deserved a hell of a lot better than what she got. The girl was a bitch, everyone knew that. But she wasn't a liar.

The song had started playing and Dorian held out a hand for her to take. Jules hesitated but took it nonetheless, he walked them off to the dance floor and she placed her arms around his shoulders. They met eyes and she looked away immediately. Avoiding his gaze entirely as it roamed around the room.

Looking at all the... disgustingly perfect couples.

She wanted that.

Why was that so much to ask for?

Tears began to swell up in her eyes and Jules shook her head, turning her head so he wouldn't see.

"I hate you."
__

She was angrily gesturing towards the air, almost hitting the vase beside her.

"Do you fucking want her? Huh? Do you just want to date--" JJ was cut off by him speaking, talking against her jealous accusations.

"It's not like that, JJ! I don't have fucking feelings for her anymore,"

Anymore.

Everyone fucking loved Ashton West.

The girl who did no wrong. She fucking despised her.

Hated her with every fiber of her being in this particular moment and there was nothing she wanted more than for her to feel a fracture of what she was feeling. Jesus, Juliette wished she was here just so she could spit more venom at him.

Every single word charged with nothing but pure hatred.

She... hated them right now. Both of them.

Their faces, their voices, their... fucking everything.

Juliette hated everything about them but...

She hated the fact that she didn't really hate them at all.

And that's what hurt the most.

"Look, I'm sorry! JJ, please. It was stupid, I should've told you, okay? I know. I get it..."

"You get it!? You fucking get it? No, okay– Because you don't fucking get it. You're just saying all this fucking bullshit to save your own ass. You're not fucking sorry because you lied Dorian you're fucking sorry because--" Juliette took a harsh breath, her hand knocking down the vase with the second gesture towards him.

"Because you got caught."

The vase shattered with a loud crash to the floor and she walked past, not even caring about the mess on the floor.

Fuck the vase.

They were rich. She didn't give a shit.

...

She definitely walked towards something else that was priceless in this house.

"If I fucked one of your friends and lied to your fucking face about it, this would probably be a very different conversation, wouldn't it be? You'd be telling me that everyone was right about me, right?" Now, she lost all argument and was putting words in his mouth.

Maybe it was a... self-defense mechanism.

To paint him as someone terrible, someone worse than he actually was so she wouldn't be hurting this much over such a shit fucking lie.

"Everyone was right. JJ is fucking crazy. She's over-fucking-dramatic, she's a fucking bitch, she's--"

She tipped over a statue head that was probably worth $1200 dollars and the thing crashed to the floor, breaking in pieces.

"Fuck you. Fuck Ash. Do whatever and fuck whoever the hell you want Dorian, because we're fucking over. It's done."

“JJ, please—“

“I don’t wanna hear it, okay?!” Suddenly, the anger dissipated and revealed a tired and broken brunette.

“I… don’t want to hear it.”

XXXXX

“I hate you.”

She told him.

She believed it, she did.

Maybe for a second Dorian believed it too, but for some reason— for some horrible, fucking reason he spoke the words that JJ thought she’d never hear.

“I love you.”

Those three words changed everything for her.

Everything.

Jules watched him with cautious, teary blue eyes, trying to determine if he’d actually meant it or not.

He kissed her and she let it happen.

They didn’t talk much about what their relationship was, if they were back together or what, but a few weeks later he said— and she quotes.

“I’m leaving.”

Jules repeated his words, badmouthing him to some redhead that had the misfortune of talking to her tonight.

JJ was on a rampage.

Nobody was safe, and when I say nobody, I mean nobody.

The champagne bottle swayed in her hand and she downed the remaining contents before placing it on the table, stumbling slightly with each step.

“Who the fuckkkkkk, says something like that? After you say I love you like it’s nothing? Ohh fuck you, sir— fuck you and the sister you rode in on—“

A hiccup.

JJ was plastered, it wasn’t a good sight to see.

…

And unfortunately for everyone else, the girl left the redhead and found her way onto the stage, lowering the music and taking the microphone.

“Welcomeeee, welcome welcome to our fucking amazing new years eve! It’s going well, isn’t it? Adriane and Chas were in charge of the shitty decorations, it’s pathetic I know— I know, but I figured let the lesser people do the work.”

Cheers erupted before it turned into slight awkward silence from the small insults she’d thrown at her roommates.

“Isn’t it funny? We go to… a school for talented people— kids, I guess. Because that’s what we areee, right? Anyway, isn’t it so fucking funny that…”

Hiccup.

A few laughs around the room, but JJ continued.

“That nobody at this fucking school has an ounce of talent?”

------------​

Now, Ava didn’t really want to say I told you so, but ahh… she’d told JJ so. She’d known from the start, from the very first moment that she’d started going off about this dumbass that he’d somehow break her hearts. It’s really all guys were good at, yeah? Hence why she stayed the fuck away from all of them.

Including right now as, while JJ was doing her whole drunk rampage thing, Ava had taken to speaking to a girl in a corner. Petra. She was sweet. Nice. The complete opposite of Jules, or anyone she really hung around, so it was almost like a… breath of fresh air, speaking to the girl and spending the party with her.

Of course, the redhead was still always keeping a close eye on her best friend -- to make sure that she didn’t do something she regretted.

Although, ah… maybe not good enough.

Who the fuck has a microphone at a house party?

“Shit,” she hissed out under her breath, green eyes snapping to the brunette that had climbed onto the table, and was starting to spout nonsense. “I ah… I’ll see you around, I gotta… deal with… yeah, sorry.” She mumbled to Petra, all as she started to push away from the other girl and into the crowd that was starting to form around Jules.

Shit, shit, shit.

A few threats here and there later, Ava had made her way over so that she was next to the table that JJ had climbed onto. She held a hand up, partially to help the girl down, and partially to make sure that Jules -- who was obviously very inebriated -- didn’t fall all the way down or some shit and get hurt.

“Hey, hey, Jules,” she called, trying to catch the girl’s attention. “How about we get down and go get some water or something, yeah?”

------------​

Murmurs around the crowd continued and some people were laughing, some seemed kind of pissed off that Jules would imply that none of them had talent.

She wasn’t fucking lying, so.

Ava was near her and she held a hand out, only now realizing that JJ in fact— did not get on stage, she had somehow winded up on top of a table.

“Thank you,” She said, taking the redhead’s hand and stepping off of the table.

“But I’mmmm… not done.” JJ said, only slightly slurring her words before she headed towards the actual stage in the center of the penthouse, ignoring Ava’s protests.

“Okay, so let’s start with the—“

She paused for a moment, taking a second to laugh— a giggle, really, apparently whatever it was, it was really funny.

The odd pause of laughter had drawn on a few laughs from the crowd themselves.

“Sorry, the fashion department— I mean… what the fuck— and I mean what the fuck are they wearing? Does Evelyn Shitclaire think she’s actually doing anything worthwhile? You saw what she shown up in, and like no offense but all fucking offense, her and kangaroo jack literally have the worst style imaginable— remember the clothing malfunction?”

Pause for dramatic effect.

“Guess she had another tonight. But I guess it doesn’t stop the crack addict from taking another hit from ‘er. It doesn’t really stop anyone, really— even with people in relationships. Hashtag homewrecker.”

JJ would’ve regretted this probably another day, the truth was, Evie was a bitch but not one JJ particularly despised.

She was kinda just… there.

“The homewrecker and the crack addict, how the hell does HA just let in fucking drug addicts twenty-four-fucking seven? I mean, it’s not my school but that’s fucking pathetic. Half the population is high and everyone pretends like it’s normal, you’re all fucked in the head—“

…

“No offense.”

…

“No, full fucking offense. This entire school is filled with slutty, hypocritical, two-faced bitches— not me, though— not fucking me.”

Really?

Those words definitely confused the crowd, but she continued to clear things up.

“I’ll fuckin— I’ll… fuckin’ hate you to your face, and behind your back, so at least you’re getting some fuckin’ consistency with me, right?”

JJ obviously ignored Ava’s attempts to convince her off, because she had so much more to say.

“I’m not the one who pretends to be so caught up in their career that they— ‘have no time for relationships’ oh, bull fuckin’ shit honey, you just got hurt. Get the fuck over it. It’s pathetic how you try and pretend it’s a serious and personal choice when in reality you’re just fucking…”

scared.

“I’m just saying, I don’t switch up as fast as the rest of you, I don’t say I love you in the first two weeks and if I fucking hate you, I’ll hate you for all of eternity until you orphans give me a good fuckin’ reason to like you, like— it’s pretty simple, I’m not askin’ for much.”

Evie was out of the way, who was next?

Hmm…

“I’m not the one who’s boy-crazed either, have you fucking seen the redhead all the boys run away from? Oh, it’s fucking bullshit, because one minute all they want is to get their dick wet, and when this whore freshman is all up in their ass, they’re suddenly put off? Oh, fuckkkkk youuuuuu.”

Juliette waved the air away, a grimace on her face.

“Men, men are complete fucking bullshit, they— they lie, they cheat, they smile and wag their dicks around as if their existence means something, guess fucking what whores,”

She switched up topics so fast, she didn’t even know what the main topic was anymore.

“They,” JJ spoke, brushing hair out of her face

“Don’t,” The microphone closer to her mouth and leaned into it

“Mean, fucking shit.” Here— here is where Juliette almost fell off stage, but she was fine. She was peachy-fucking-keen.

“Yeah, not you,” She pointed towards one of the random men in the crowd.

“Not you,”

Another.

And finally, some nerd that probably looked familiar enough but JJ didn’t care to remember his name.

“And definitely not fucking you. Not even Genevieve Jo-whoreannes would sleep with you and I’m confident that everyone’s slept with her at one fuckin’ point, bitch goes on and on about class but fucks the entire tri-state area?! Puhleeze.”

__

There was a momentary feeling of relief for the redhead when JJ actually got down from the table… which was then quickly replaced with panic once more when JJ took off for the actual fucking stage. Shit. Fuck. Hell. A string of other curses flooded through her head as she followed the tiny brunette.

She watched, nearly helplessly, as JJ stepped up onto the actual stage and garnered even more attention. There was even a faint redness to her cheeks as she stood near her friend but safely on the ground as people's eyes bore into the back of her head and made her heart skip several beats.

JJ was trashing people -- one by one, or well, at least she'd kept it to Evie and some redhead and now… Gen. Or, rather, all men in general -- using Gen as… some kind of reasoning of why certain ones in the crowd sucked more.

Although Ava mostly agreed with what her friend was saying, she also knew that Jules needed to get down.

"Okay, hey, you said what you wanted," Ava said -- again, she found her hand reaching out to help keep the brunette upright. "How about we get off the stage now and go chill?"

------------

Jules steadied herself from Ava, and shook her head holding a hand up before clearing her throat and taking a few steps away from Ava, moving further onto the stage.

“We should talk about her, shouldn’t we? Everyone loves her. She’s a model, she has grace, she has class— everyone fucking knows that she’s a snake, now, I don’t particularly care for Mike, ‘Michael Reid’ pretty shitty name, lemme just say– and it’s fuckin’ gross how he calls every female in the world ‘babe’ but how is it that she gets to go around calling people unprofessional, crybabies, and immature little bitches when she’s the biggest one of all?”

Nobody knew whether to laugh, or to be stunned in silence at that one and JJ was pretty sure half of the silence was because people were afraid to agree with her.

Despite the fact that she knew that she was right.

“Did she or did she not ruin his career? Remind me again why you like her? What screams queen of everything, here?”

Oh, she was so fucking right.

JJ… was agreeing with everything JJ was saying.

Probably a sign to give up here, throw the mic and just hop off stage but…

No, no, no.

“Half of the school is up her ass and for what? Ask yourselves that– for what? I’m pretty fucking… fucking sure as hell that you’ll end up with a shitty answer that means nothing.”

She wasn’t making sense, but…

Hey, she made her point.

“I don’t really care for the other sluts in the fashion department, well, there was one but she’s long fucking gone now, along with my boyfriend, and no, it’s not what you’re thinking, they’re siblings and she just fucked up and fucked [me over in my process. I fucking hate Madelaine Harlow. I hate her, I hate her family, and I hate the stupid fact that I considered her my friend.”

…

…

…

JJ nodded, basking in her silence before huffing a breath.

“You know who else I hate? Oh, this’ll get your gears grinding, ready? I’m ready for the fucking brain aneurysms that’s about to happen– Ashton, fucking, West.” The brunette walked along the stage, fully ignoring Ava’s pleas and hushed whispers that threatened her to get off the stage.

“Another…”

A pause– not for dramatic effect, but for a hiccup.

“Person I considered a friend– but not really, it was one of those… I’m not gonna get into it, she’s probably listening right now, wide-eyed and afraid that I’m gonna drop one of her secrets. She slept with my boyfriend, that’s one– sorry, sorry, let me clarify it for you guys so I’m not the bad guy–”

Well…

“Probably am either way, but I don’t really give a shit.” She muttered before she continued with her point.

“It was before we were together, which… okay, big deal right? I mean it would’ve bothered me anyway, but whatever… the cherry on top? Both of them lied to me about it. To my face– to my fucking face they looked me in the eyes and said, ‘No, JJ, we were just friends.’ Well, if you fuck your friends maybe I should talk to Jace, maybe Dorian slept with Jace West too! Not surprised, we all know Jace wants to fuck em.’”

…

He didn’t have to be involved, that wasn’t–

What was she doing? She didn’t give a fuck about Jace West. She didn’t give a shit about any of these fucking people she was talking about.

They all hurt her in some way, maybe minus like, Gen, Evie and Mike, JJ just wasn’t a fan of them.

Sorry not sorry.

Jace didn’t really do…

Y’know what? No, fuck them. They all deserved it and they can all thank Ash, Dorian and Maddie for fucking them over.

Because this wasn’t JJ’s doing.

This was theirs. This was entirely because of what they did to her.

Ash lied to her, Dorian lied to her, the fucker even said I love you and had the guts to fucking leave.

And Maddie?

Maddie left her.

So, now…

JJ really didn’t have anyone.

Except Ava, but she was Ava.

“I hate her. And again, everyone, everyone in this fucking school loves her– and again, there’s no reason– sure, she can be nice until she backstabs you, she can be nice until she…”

Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her.

JJ couldn’t even come up with anything that’d indirectly expose her for caring. Because she–

Ugh! She fucking hated that fucking blonde.

“Fucking blondes. Fuck the blondes. It’s like they’re secretly conspiring against you no matter what you do, you got a fuckin’ routine planned? Oh, guess what?! They’re right behind you with a better one, you have a boyfriend? They slept with em’ already, and it’s not like you can fucking throw hands because she has a little leprechaun that pops out of the nowhere just because he’s fucking her, he’s like in her little pocket ready to–”

Oh.

Spilled the beans on that one.

Oh well. Who cares? Not fucking JJ. She was over everything and everything. Their superficial and shitty secrets– she was done.

Fucking done.

“Oh! You didn’t know?! Trevor and Ashton were fucking– I’m like, eighty percent sure he was the one who was hiding her which makes all of this so, fucking, funny, who the fuck does he think he is to hide a girl? Everyone thinks he’s a pedophile so why is he hiding a girlfriend of appropriate age? God, fuck, see?! Men are so fucking stupid.”

Who else was she missing?

A lot, probably.

Josie, Callum, Dalton, probably.

But she talked about those who hurt her the most, and… that’s all that mattered.

But did she feel better? Did she somehow… fix things? Fix whatever that was causing that dull ache in her chest?

“All the girls are superficial, backstabbing whores, and all the men are… drugged up, lowlifes who won’t amount to nothing in the next five years. Friends, boyfriends, girlfriends, it’s all fucking temporary. So, if you’re smart– you should stop giving a fuck about any of them, because if you’re not Ash, or Gen, Or Evie, Or Maddie… it’s not like any of them care–”

The mic cut out, but so did the music at the exact same time, and JJ was left saying the words,

“About you.”

--------

She should've done it sooner, and she'd be looking around for how to stop the angry little brunette, and then Ava finally saw her answer.

The cord to the microphone.

She grabbed it, yanking it out of the fucking sound thing, and successfully making it so that Jules couldn't burn any more bridges and no one else could hear her endless ranting. Ava hopped up on the stage (grunting slightly from the effort because well, she was incredibly out of shape), and made her way over to her best friend.

"You're done," she said, and although her voice was low, it wasn't necessarily angry or anything else of the sort. It wasn't like Ava was mad at her -- if anything, Ava kind of felt… guilty, maybe. For not being there as much as she should've.

With a hand gripping her arm, Ava helped JJ off the stage and towards her bedroom. She had no problem staring daggers at anyone whispering about it, and roughly shouldering her way past people that didn't part fast enough. Of course, she knew that as soon as they were gone, the hushed whispers would pick up once more.

Soon, they'd made their way across the apartment and Ava opened up JJ's door, pushing her friend in before she followed and slammed the door shut before locking it. And then, with a sigh, she turned back towards Jules.

"What the hell was that?"

__

Juliette ripped her arm away from Ava’s grasp when she was pushed in the room, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms.

Big fucking whoop. Who the hell cares anymore? It wasn’t like this behavior wasn’t anything new, Gen would just call JJ a fucking psychopath tomorrow and that would be the end of it.

She didn’t care anymore, okay?

Everyone sucked, everyone was assholes and all out for themselves.

What was JJ gonna do? Smile and save face?

Bull-fucking-shit. Everyone who was mentioned deserved to be mentioned and in her opinion? It wasn’t even that bad. She could’ve been way, way worse with all of that. “Karma.” She replied, dropping her arms to her sides with a thud.

“It wasn’t even that serious, Ava. So what? I spilled a secret or two, big deal– Nickie’s out two people, Chas manipulates them, Adriane fucks them and fucks them over– big deal. Gen ruins people’s careers. What’s the big deal?! Why is everyone allowed to do whatever the hell they please, they sleep, they fuck, they suck, they cheat, they lie, but the second I call them out on it– it’s ‘JJ what the hell was that?’ No! Okay?! No. I’m done with all the bullshit. I’m done with it all.”

Normally, the idea of leaving came to mind, but it’s not like she could just… go back home, so whether anyone likes it or not, JJ’s stuck here.

“I don’t care what they say about me, anymore. They can call me crazy, they can… fuck another one of my exes, they can… plaster posters everywhere and draw devil horns on me for all I care. I’m fucking tired of caring, it doesn’t get me anywhere! Everywhere I turn, I have fake friends, fake boyfriends and family that wants nothing to do with me–”

Juliette laughed, covering her mouth in pure awe and shaking her head, gesturing towards herself.

“Nobody wants me, Ava! And… I just think I have to accept that, because the more I dwell on it, the crazier I feel and… I fucking explode.”

Like she did tonight.

It didn’t help much, if anything, she made it worse.

Probably ruined her relationships– not like she had any to begin with, so… what’s the worst that can happen? Ash hates her? Probably already done. Jace hates her? Good riddance.

Gen? Evie? Mike?

Oh, who gives a fuck.

“I couldn’t help it, I’m just… so angry all the fucking time and…”

Jules’s shoulders sagged and rose into a shrug, all fight suddenly gone, and the only thing that Ava probably could discern is a very… emotionally exhausted brunette.

Her gaze roamed around the room as she spoke, not bothering to hide her true feelings.

“I’m so tired of putting in all this effort for all these people who don’t even care about me, and I know, okay– I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I care and I hate that I do, I’m sorry if I don’t show it much, but I do care about you, so if you fuck me over too– I mean, I think that’s just gonna be the last straw for me and you might as well admit me now.”

Because I think if I lost you, I’d lose my mind.

__

She was… stunned into silence or something. As Jules spoke, it was kind of fucking… it was hard for her to function. To listen as her friend broke in front of her, and Ava found herself practically speechless as she stared at her. She didn’t know what to say, she didn’t know what to do, and she just…

Ava did the only thing she could really think of.

She stepped forward, grabbing Jules and pulling her into her arms. Now, hugging wasn’t something that the girl typically liked to do -- she wasn’t a very touchy feely type girl, but sometimes, well… you just had to put up with it for the benefit of those that were close to you. And that’s what she did.

“I love you,” she mumbled, “and I’m not… Jules, you’re not ever going to lose me.”

Eck. This mushy gushy shit was grossing her out.

“Dude, Dorian was a selfish prick,” she said as she pulled away, but kept her hands on Jules’ shoulders. “Okay? You’re not, just… I dunno, just stop with the fucking… thinking you’re less than and shit. You’re… amazing, okay?”

This was pushing her right out of her comfort zone.

-----

Ava, again, of course was the only one there for her. The only one reassuring her, the only one who actually made JJ feel fucking wanted for the first time in her life. Friends, boyfriends, it didn’t matter. It was always her. It always came down to her when nobody else was there. It was part of why JJ only considers her and her only as her friend– best friend, really.

She didn’t return the hug, but Jules didn’t push her off either, blinking away tears when she pulled away.

She’d like to say this was so ‘unlike’ her, that this wasn’t the Ava she knew.

But it was, no matter how many times they bickered, fought and failed to see each other’s sides of things, Ava was always there ready to tell her that…

She was still amazing otherwise.

Jules believed that she might’ve been the only person in the entire world to believe that.

“You don’t love me, you’re kinda just stuck with me.” She shrugged, Ava’s hands falling off her shoulders and her gaze softened.

…

JJ’s lips thinned, sighing throughout her nose.

“But… thanks for the pep talk, fine work.”

---------

Her heart was pounding in her throat. She stared down at her friend, trying to… to just… to what? Ava didn't really know. All she knew was that, as she stared down at her, her mouth felt dry, her pulse pounding in her veins felt like almost too much and she just-- she just--

Why couldn't Jules ever believe a word that Ava said? Why couldn't she just… why couldn't she see how amazing and perfect and gorgeous she was? Like why… why did it feel like Ava was yelling into a fucking echoing chamber or some shit? Why did it always feel like, no matter what she tried to say, she'd just be ignored and Jules would say stuff like this?

It wasn't like Ava was saying that because she had to, because she felt pressured to, it was because-- because--

Well, because that's how she felt.

She loved Jules.

Her pulse felt stronger, until it almost felt like it was pounding in her throat, and her mouth was dry and--

Her words weren't getting anywhere with Jules, but-- but maybe-- but…

Without thinking (because if she was thinking, it wouldn't have happened), Ava leaned in and pressed her lips against JJ's.

-------

Ava didn’t say anything, she just stared down at her and JJ’s gaze bounced from her and away, slightly confused on why she was being gawked at…

Maybe it was her entire rant, Ava probably wasn’t ready for all that. JJ just wanted this night to be over, New Year's resolution? Don’t give a fuck.

So she needed to make good on that in the morning.

Ava leaned in impossibly close and Jules only got out the words, “What are you doing—“ before She felt the girl’s lips against her own, out of instinct her eyes shut.

But she didn’t return the kiss.

What was happening?

What?

It didn’t make any sense, nothing about these last few weeks made sense, but did Ava—

Was the I love you—

Did that mean…

JJ put two hands on Ava’s shoulders and pushed her away, breaking the kiss and blinking a few times in shock.

“Where… uh…”

What. The. fuck.

“Where the fuck did that come from?”

-------

She was quiet for a moment after she was pushed away, and the first thought that was immediately in the front of her thoughts was oh fuck, regret. Because… this wasn’t how she wanted this to go -- and sure, she may have never kissed someone before, but she was pretty sure it wasn’t supposed to be like… that.

Ava’s hands dropped away and she took a small step back, her breaths coming in shaky little wavering gasps because… she didn’t know what to say.

“I…”

What was she supposed to say? Lay out her feelings for the woman in front of her, when she was drunk and obviously straight?

“I… don’t… know.”

-------

…

What the fuck was JJ supposed to say? The brunette was never speechless, she always had a quick insult to throw, a witty reply— or a middle finger to give but none of those worked in this scenario.

Her best friend had just kissed her.

”I… don’t… know.”

She didn’t know?! How didn’t she know?! She was the one who did the kissing!

What the fuck?!

What— the actual fuck.

She wanted an explanation, but Jules didn’t know how to word it drunk— let alone if she was sober.

Are you like, in love with me or something?

Real shitty way to word that.

“I think… I should just… sleep all this off.” Jules said, meeting Ava’s gaze and breaking it instantly.

“I’ll text you tomorrow.” She said, Ava muttered something in agreement— The redhead struggled with the door for a moment before she left the room, and Jules locked it behind her, her back pressing against it and a hand lifted to her lips, replaying what happened in her head and how differently she should’ve went about it.

It didn’t make sense to her, none of it did.

But that wasn’t the reason why JJ didn’t text her the following morning.

-------

“Yeah,” Ava whispered, “Yeah… yeah… okay.”

She stepped back until she felt her back press against the door, and then her hand fumbled with the doorknob for a moment before she finally managed to get the door open, and she stepped out of Jules’ bedroom and closed the door behind her.

For a moment, she stood there for a moment, her hand still resting on the doorknob, as she tried to decide whether or not what had just happened actually had just fucking happened… and once she figured it had, she stepped away from the door.

She wasn’t expecting a text in the morning.





playing...
Another Love

by Tom Odell​




this post was made in collaboration with
Soap Soap and jasmyn jasmyn




mentions
Evie, Gen, Ash, Ronnie, a lotta people, just read


º º code by ditto º º
 






Nathan Woods


Really, there was no need for Oates to give Nate a rundown -- he was alone in a bathroom, clinging to a toilet. Clearly he'd been vomiting, but also the pungent odor certainly didn't hide anything, either. As the boy gestured for Nate to take a seat beside him, he let out a heavy sigh, but settled on the cold tiles by him.

Sitting on the bathroom floor single with his vomiting best friend. Not really how Nate had seen his evening going, but hey, it was what it was.

But at Oates' question....

"Evie broke up with me," he explained simply. Saying the words aloud felt weird. Different. Like there were pins sticking in his mouth, and he found his eyebrows drawing together slightly as he pulled his legs up towards his chest, his arms going to rest on top of his knees.

Evie broke up with him.

Nate was...

He felt empty.

He swallowed a lump that was growing in his throat.

"What about you?" He asked, glancing over at Oates. "Partying too hard?" At his slight attempt at a joke, Nathan tried to push his lips into a small smile, but... it fell through almost immediately.

He wished he was drunk off his ass.

Maybe then he wouldn't hurt as much.




mood
in need of joint

location
bitch manor

outfit
clothes





playing...
song title
by artist​




mentions
N/A

interactions
Evie, Oates

tags
jasmyn jasmyn mogy mogy


º º code by ditto º º
 






RYDER VAUGHN


He'd never admit it, but the genuine smile on Ash's face was almost worth the relentless bullying. Almost.

Ryder shook his head, but honestly Ash was right. He really couldn't say no to her, for some strange reason he couldn't identify. Maybe it was the kicked puppy look that she also had (as she'd so nicely described him). Ryder didn't typically seek out anything from girls other than sex, but he found himself seeking out Ash's company just to hangout more often than he'd like to admit.

"Don't get too cocky, I might just take all these bottles upstairs with me and lock the door so you can't have any." He teased, taking the bottle she'd just grabbed and holding it above her head tauntingly. With a deep laugh, he set the bottle back down and watched as Ash's lips met the cup's edge again. Man, she really could drink despite her smaller stature.

The alcohol was flowing freely through his system now, the pre-party beers he'd had mixed with the few drink he'd knocked back since talking with Ash and he felt much looser now. His eyes trailed from her lips up to her eyes, following her gaze to the clock that was slowly counting down to midnight. It was late already, and he still hadn't found Slutter.

His attention was quickly drawn back to Ash by her question. His real New Years resolution was to figure out what the hell he was doing with his life, sure he could probably get a career in modeling fresh out of school, but he wasn't sure if going to college would help him in the long run or be a waste of money. It was something he needed o figure out soon, because so far Ryder had no real future plans.

"My New Years Resolution? To live this year with no regrets and have as much fun as I possibly can before the real world kicks in. Though, that's also on my list." Ryder responded, smirking at her with the warm buzz of alcohol surrounding him.

"What about you? Trying to stay away from the assholes this year?" He joked, though he found himself genuinely curious about the answer. Ash could barely get the answer out before the room was flooded with loud voices counting down the seconds til midnight.

Ten...Nine...Eight...Ryder moved closer to Ash as someone squeezed past them, probably in search of their midnight kiss, and Ryder found himself grabbing Ash's shoulder to keep her steady.

Seven...six...five...Their eyes locked and Ryder found himself drawing closer to her still, the shouting all around them drowned out by the brave buzz of alcohol coating his senses.

Four...three...two...Now they were practically pressed against one another, drinks forgotten asRyder reached up to cup her cheek, brushing his thumb across her jawline before he could stop himself.

One...HAPPY NEW YEAR! Ryder leaned in, lips barely brushing Ash's lips and giving her the chance to back away if she wanted. When she didn't, he closed the rest of the gap and locked their lips together. Her lips tasted like a mix of alcohol and bubble gum, her breath warm against his own.

"Ryder!" Slutter sure knew how to make an appearance. Pulling away from her and shaking himself out of the haze her kiss had left him in, Ryder cleared his throat awkwardly. He'd possibly just ruined the one friendship he had besides Slutter in this school.

"I..uh...gotta go." He explained, awkwardly gesturing to Slutter and grabbing his drink off the counter. This was sure going to be awkward on Monday.




mood
ready to get drunk.

location
adri's place

outfit
whatever





playing...
golden boy

by bryce fox​




mentions
Slutter

interactions
Ash Winona Winona

tags
none


º º code by ditto º º
 
Reader mode
You must log in or register to reply here.

Users who are viewing this thread

Total: 9 (members: 0, guests: 9)

Similar threads

Qwertycakes
Realistic or Modern Viva Las Vegas! || Main
big city crime drama
Replies
2
Views
103
.Curious.Nat.
.Curious.Nat.
Arkangel
Fantasy Lightbringer: Embers of Finality
academy closed fantasy
Replies
6
Views
205
Random Panda
Random Panda
ShinyEve
Fantasy War of the Magi [Open]
2 3 4 5 6
Replies
140
Views
2K
PharaohAtem
PharaohAtem
CHUUYAS_HAT
Fandom Walk Without Stars - OPEN
blood fandom fights
Replies
2
Views
53
CHUUYAS_HAT
CHUUYAS_HAT
Morbuskid
Fantasy 1924: New Avion [Open] (IC)
1920s action drama
Replies
0
Views
89
Morbuskid
Morbuskid
Back
Top