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[Winona]

Damien Slater

What.

The.

Fuck?

Like literally what the literally fucking hell had just fucking happened.

One moment, they're talking and then the next, there's the countdown around them. People chanting, getting their drinks ready. But neither Damien nor Kian were joining in on the festivities -- instead, they were locked in each other's gazes (gag, what the fuck was with this sappy bullshit), and Kian was speaking. Something he needed to say, but words weren't needed for it as Kian's hand found Damien's waist. As he leaned in closer to Damien.

Why was this happening?

Better yet... why wasn't he stopping it?

... Why did some part of him want this?

He felt like when he was younger, with his first kiss. The familiar nerves, the thumping and thrumming of his pulse through his body, but the readiness. The eagerness. The want to feel Kian's lips on his, and the want to reach out and pull the other boy against him, except that he was... scared or some shit, because he remained stoically still.

At some point in time, kissing had gone from all of those tingly feelings to just a gateway to an end.

But there was something about this moment that reignited it.

Damien even found himself leaning closer, but--

It didn't happen.

Around them was the excitement for the new year as the countdown reached zero, but Kian pulled away, and the disappointment that weighed on Damien's heart was only displaced by the confusion as he watched his friend back away, mumbling some nonsense, and then...

He was gone.

And Damien was alone, and confused, right until someone bumped into him.

His eyebrows drew together and he glared over at them, roughly shoving his shoulder against them. "Fuck you," he snapped over the sounds going on all around, and then he stomped off to... towards the alcohol. Yeah, drinks would help him out with this, or maybe he'd find...

Well, that worked.

"Ryder!" he barked across the way, starting to storm over, but his friend seemed just as eager to get to him as he parted from whatever chick he was talking to as he made his way over to Damien.

Once Ryder was close enough, Damien said the first thing -- the only thing -- that seemed appropriate for this time and place. The only thing that could truly help him deal with what had just happened.

"You ever try cocaine?"

mood
high

location
outside

outfit
clothes

playing...
Pillow Talk

by Chapel​

mentions
N/A

interactions
Kian, Ryder

tags
a z u l a geminiy

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[Winona]

Ashton West

It almost felt wrong of her to be smiling right now -- like, an actual genuine smile. As in Ash wasn't even... she was actually having fun, and her cheeks kind of hurt from the smiling, and she could almost feel... normal? Something like that. And like, Trevor hadn't even crossed her mind once since Ryder had come over, and that was... probably the craziest part -- that jerk had held such a strong spot in her thoughts, but now...

Like, Trevor who?

"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.

She kind of liked that idea -- living life like that, but if this was supposed to be before the real world kicked in... Ash didn't really want to imagine what life was like on the other side.

"What about you? Trying to stay away from the assholes this year?" He joked, and she rolled her eyes in response.

"Totally," Ash answered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "So like when the ball drops..." she shrugged her shoulders, giving a small frown. "Sorry, it's been nice knowing you." She let out a small laugh, gaze moving away from him down towards her cup, thinking about the question that had been turned on her.

New Year's resolutions had never been her thing.

Ash was notoriously bad at sticking to... anything.

"I don't know," she admitted with a laugh, her eyes coming back up to his face. There was still a smile on her face, and she just gave a shrug of her shoulders. "I mean, like... I guess the stupid, cliché stuff. Happiness or... whatever, I dunno." She said, letting out another small laugh.

The countdown started, and people began to shuffle around as couples tried to find their significant others, and friends tried to find each other. Just... you know, people that they wanted to go into the new year with, and Ash found herself a little jealous that she didn't have anyone to find herself with.

Well, except Ryder, who was suddenly very close as people moved around them. Her heart was thudding in her chest as she blinked up at him through her eyelashes, and as he moved closer and... well, she didn't like push him away, or try to back away, and instead, she found herself drawing closer.

His hand came up to rest on her cheek, and she could feel a blush rising to her cheeks. One hand came up to rest on his chest, and then... everywhere around them were the sounds of celebration as the new year came in.

And he leaned down, his lips close to hers, and for a moment, Ash started to pull away, she started to have seconds thoughts... but well, this was the first time she'd legitimately wanted someone in like... forever, so she moved back in, and then his lips were on hers, and all she could taste was the alcohol on his lips, and her fingers were curling into his shirt, her other hand reaching up to lay over his shoulder, and--

Someone called out his name, and the moment was over. He broke away, and she glanced over to see who it was, before her gaze came back to rest on Ryder. She realized her hand was still pressed against his chest, so she quickly dropped it away, her teeth biting into her bottom lip.

"I..uh...gotta go." He explained.

"Uhh... yeah, yeah, I probably, umm... yeah, I'll see you... later. Text you... or something," Ash responded, managing a smile as she watched him step away, and she picked her cup back up.

Holy fuck. What the fuck?

She took a drink from her cup, mostly to try and hide the stupid smile that was on her face.

mood
ahahaha

location
NYE party

outfit
clothes

playing...
I Need Some Sleep

by Eels​

mentions
N/A

interactions
Ryder

tags
a z u l a

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[Xed]

Avery Ohtani

Was she angry? Avery couldn’t tell, it was kinda hard to make out her expression with the spinning and the dim lighting.

He hoped she wasn’t angry. That would be bad. He didn’t want her angry. Angry was not the goal here, but he really couldn’t puzzle out what she said and why was Bella grabbing his – huh?

What was happening? Was she kissing him? Huh?

Avery’s brain went to mush as he stood there wide eyed, Bella’s hand on his cheek and her lips on his. His head was spinning out of control and he had no idea what was happening but it was nice.

Her lips were soft and warm and all thoughts just melted away as he just soaked in the moment.

And then it ended.

His face felt even hotter now and his brain was still pretty much out of commission trying to process everything as he stared at Bella.

“I like you, Avery.” She liked him.

“More than a friend, that is.” She liked him more than a friend… More than a friend?

“I would love to go out with you, official or whatever.” Go out? Official?

So, she liked him… more than a friend… and she wanted to go out with him…

…

…

Was she asking him out? Like to date? Like in the movies? When the characters asked each other to be boyfriend, girlfriend? She’d said go out and official so…

“If you want to, that is! I do not want to, um, make assumptions.”

“I do!” The reply shot out of Avery’s mouth. “I want to date you! I would be honored to!”

Was he dreaming now? Bella, possibly the prettiest and kindest girl he had ever met, liked him and wanted to go out with him. Was this really real?

Wait –

…she was talking about dating… right?

mood
I kissed Bella again, no wait, she kissed me

location
NYE Party Balcony

outfit
party fit

playing...
song title here

by artist here​

mentions
Nil

interactions
Bella

tags
geminiy

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[Winona]

Mason Rivera

There was another roll of his eyes from Mason, although this one was lost on Raven since his back was turned to her once more as he hiked up the stairs, readjusting Ari once again. It was just like Raven to make some kind of jokes about him wanting her in bed or some shit -- just her personality.

Mason didn't mind it, though. The way he figured it, if he actually wanted her in bed, he'd have her.

But he didn't. She was just a... really close fucking friend. That was it.

And impromptu sleepovers. Fucking hell.

"Aren't you at least the slightest bit disappointed you won't have anyone to kiss at midnight?" She asked, which felt a little bit of fucking nowhere to Mason.

"No," he answered simply. He hadn't anyone to kiss the year before -- he'd stayed home with Ari, who'd had a bit of a cough -- and the year before that, he'd still been in his on-again/off-again relationship with Brittany, and it'd been while they were on, so... naturally his kiss had been with her.

He knew that kisses were usually just kisses, but something about replacing that last holiday kiss with some other random chick felt... kind of wrong to him. Not that he'd admit that aloud, of course, and especially not to fucking Raven. She'd probably just harp on his ex again, or some other shit.

"If you're lookin', though," he started as they finally made it to their floor and he came to a stop in the hallway to face her. "I'm sure Drake would love to give you that kiss," Mason said with a smirk -- and obviously, he was fucking joking. When it came to Drake? Yeah, he was off limits for any and all friends.

(Unfortunately for Drake, Mason didn't view this as a two-way street -- as in, Drake's friends? Not off limits.)

"And you still got a couple hours to find someone else," Mason added as he shifted Ari once more so that he was holding her with one arm and he could bring his wrist up to check the time on his watch -- oh, where had he gotten it? Don't ahh... don't worry about that.

His eyebrows drew together, his expression a bit confused as he looked at his watch. "What the frick?" He mumbled. "It says it's almost midnight now, I thought it was..."

Mason trailed off when he realized that he hadn't adjusted the time for LA, and it was still set to the time zone back in Maine, and there was a little twinge of homesickness in his chest when he realized that.

"Oh," he mumbled, "guess it's the new year back home."

mood
fucking exhausted

location
a van

outfit
flannel and jeans, duh

playing...
Fast Car

by Tracy Chapman​

mentions
The Van Gang probably

interactions
Raven

tags
Soap

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[Harrowhark]

MOOD: Jealous

OUTFIT: Slutting it up

LOCATION: Party

basics

MENTIONS:
Rikki jinxxes
Auguste qunqun

INT:
Dahlia PenguinFox

tags

TL;DR Everyone hates me, still dtf tho

tl;dr

Nikolai

— Life After Salem

Message received, loud and clear. “That’s a memory I would treasure.” Dahlia might just be what they needed. After a long night of being a shitty friend and having a shitty time, a one night stand would help Nikolai get back into the right mindset. “If you’d let me, that is.” Her touch was well received, but they’d prefer to feel her a little more up close and personal.

Nikolai’s hand came to rest on Dahlia’s waist with a gentle tug to get her body closer. Some of their earlier buzz was wearing off, but a long sip took care of that. “I was hoping I could-” The moment he looked away from her, all words were lost. So Rikki was here. He just didn’t want to see Nikolai. Wasn’t that just the icing on the fucking cake?

Oh, add sprinkles on top because he was there talking to Auguste.

Just enjoy yourself Niki, don’t think about how much your friends hate you.

“Sorry,” Nikolai looked back at Dahlia, trying to focus in. “I was hoping to have some fun with someone nice.” They focused on her touch, glanced at her lips, anything to keep from thinking of Rikki, but-

10

Rikki was up against the wall.

9

And Auguste was leaning in.

8

But Nikolai was with a pretty girl.

7

Dahlia was so welcoming.

6

“Shall we?”

5

She affirmed.

4

Dahlia was theirs tonight.

3

Why weren’t they satisfied?

2

Nikolai finished their drink.

1

Everyone cheered and they closed the gap with Dahlia. She was a good kisser, but their mind was still elsewhere. “I parked outside if you want to go somewhere more private.” Somewhere less distracting.

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[mogy]

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 (Nathan).

tags

TL;DR Life is weird, and Oates wants to get drunk because of it.

tl;dr

oates

Oates might not have been good at things like math or algebra or world history or even English, but if there was one thing he was good at, it was sensing out the room. Well, for the most part, and if he really wanted to. He never really sensed out the room when Callum was in it, the reason pretty much self-explanatory, but this wasn’t Callum, and Oates really wished his friend wasn’t having a tough time at the beginning of the new year.

But it was what it was. Though, the reason for his friend’s sadness came as a shock.

Oates didn’t know that Nathan and Evie were having issues, but then again, he didn’t really talk to Nathan about that kind of stuff—their friendship was always way more chill than anything else, and neither really wanted to ruin it with bringing something serious to a conversation. The fact that this was brought up meant that it just hurt Nathan, and that Oates would try to do anything to make his friend feel better.

“Oh, Nate. I am so so sorry.” He looked at his friend’s eyes, obvious compassion being registered in between the two. He didn’t contemplate putting his hand on top of his friend’s, and giving it a light squeeze just to make sure the guy fully knew he had Oates’ complete support on the matter.

Breath in, looking away, breath out, looking at his friend again.

“I know you probably don’t want to hear it right now…or that you’ll believe it right now…but it is going to get better.” His words were followed by another light squeeze of his hand, and a melancholically assuring smile that Nathan himself couldn’t muster up beforehand. “It’s going to get better.”

He leaned his head against his friend’s, resting it on Nathan’s shoulder.

“It’s going to get better.” He repeated once again, more quietly this time, as if he weren’t exactly telling it to Nathan anymore.

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[Soap]

RAVEN RIVERA​

It didn’t surprise her that he said no, Mason wasn’t the… emotional, touchy-feely kind of guy.

Not that Raven was…

Okay, so maybe she was despite her pretending that she couldn’t give a shit.

Mason did too, he just covered up all his feelings with fake anger.

Yeah, that’s what she believed, sue her.

Raven should become a shrink at this point— she totally had him figured out.

Knew em’ like the back of her hand.

Yet, she found herself a little curious why he didn’t care so much about the obvious traditional new year's kiss.

Maybe she was projecting, but a sudden thought passed that maybe it just didn’t mean much to him because he was still holding out for Bitchanny.

Brittney, Brittany, however the fuck it’s spelt, Raven despised her. Maybe it had something to do with her own deadbeat mother— or whether it was the fact that she was just the most annoying, selfish bitch that she’d ever had the displeasure of knowing.

But uh, anyway, it was just a passing thought.

They’d finally reached their floor and Raven huffed a breath, the stairwell door closing behind them with a thud loud enough to surely announce their presence.

"If you're lookin', though, I'm sure Drake would love to give you that kiss," She knew he was kidding, but that didn’t stop her disgusted reaction.

Raven rolled her eyes, putting a hand up to stop him from continuing.

She said she’d be open to opportunities if they’d showed themselves, but

unfortunately for Drake, he was not an opportunity for Raven.

He was… like another child she took care of, from time to time.

"And you still got a couple hours to find someone else,"

“Yeah, maybe the girl at the front desk is interested.” Her words dripped sarcasm and she held back yet another eye roll to avoid the complete repetition of them going back and forth with the same action for the last thirty minutes.

"What the frick? It says it's almost midnight now, I thought it was..."

“What?” Raven pulled out her phone only to realize the time-difference, gently pulling Mason’s arm to check his watch.

"Oh," he mumbled, "guess it's the new year back home."

Oh.

“Guess so… gimme a sec.” She said, turning the tiny knob on his watch and until it was three hours back.

…

Weird, huh?

If they’d been back home, Ari would probably be sound asleep and Raven would be opening some can of spiked seltzer and forcing Mason to taste it.

What? She wasn’t going for the overly expensive champagne, Raven didn’t even like champagne!

Her gaze fell to the sleeping toddler, and realized that in faking sleep, the poor little thing actually fell asleep again.

Raven was never having kids.

Nuh-uh. Way too much work.

She looked back at the watch for a few seconds and a lightbulb might as well had appeared over her head.

It probably wasn’t the opportunity she had expected, but…

Without warning, Raven’s lips pressed against Mason’s for a soft, quick kiss. It couldn’t have lasted longer than one, maybe two seconds if he was lucky before she pulled away.

“Happy new year, Rivera.”

Raven threw the slightly-older boy a wink and headed off before he could make a comment about how badly she probably wanted to do that.

It was with Mason of all people, but hey, she got her kiss.

mood
Mwah

location
the apartment building

outfit
car clothes

playing...
high hopes

by kodaline​

mentions

interactions
Mason

tags
Winona

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[Winona]

Nathan Woods

Fuck, Nathan had convinced himself that he was gonna be fine. He'd been through breakups before -- or, well, the shit with Amy, anyway. But he'd... he'd never imagined that being single could hurt like this. When he'd left Amy, he'd just felt a little bit of guilt, but he'd never really missed her presence, or found himself choking up over the idea of not being able to see her.

But with Evie...

He swallowed a lump that had been gathering in his throat, but when Oates leaned against him, his head coming to rest on Nate's shoulder and his hand on Nate's, he couldn't really hurt it back anymore. He aggressively blinked, and then squeezed his eyes shut to keep back the--

Holy fuck, were these tears?

A hand came up to brush at his eye, and he felt dampness on his fingertips. He brought his hand back down, brushing it against his pants. He'd fucked up, Nathan could tell that much, and there wasn't really anything he could do.

"It's fine," he mumbled, then silence. The stillness in the bathroom was nearly suffocating as the two boys sat there, Nate struggling to keep back a wave of emotions. He sniffled before adding; "I really thought I loved her."

That was a lie.

He didn't think. He knew.

More silence stretched out, and his labored breathing struggled to not slide into gut wrenching sobs. He'd be fine. He'd be fine. He'd be fine. He'd known what would happen if they got together from the first moment he'd told her how he felt, Nate had known it would end in nothing but tragedy.

He just hadn't thought it would be by his own hand.

Another labored breath, and then the lights overhead turned off -- of course these bitches would have some auto turning off lights or some shit.

"Fuck rich people," he muttered into the dark.

mood
in need of joint

location
bitch manor

outfit
clothes

playing...
song title

by artist​

mentions
N/A

interactions
Evie, Oates

tags
jasmyn mogy

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[Winona]

Mason Rivera

You'd think that some surprise, out of nowhere kiss by a chick would've caused some kind of reaction from Mason aside from a blink in Raven's direction, followed by a roll of the eyes. Perhaps a needlessly long thing about what a fucking surprise it'd been, how it was a decent enough kiss, maybe some proclamation of feelings, or a shitty red blush to his cheeks or some other shitty reaction.

But no, because it was Raven. And with her, it really was just a fucking kiss. So he blinked at her, maybe taken away by the abruptness of it for a moment, before realizing what had happened.

"You're so fuc-- freaking weird," he mumbled, shaking his head before he turned and continued towards their door. "You're welcome." He added.

As they got to the door, Ariana started to wiggle in his arms, and he had to kind of readjust again to keep her from falling. Once they'd made it to the door that he was (pretty sure) was the right one, he bumped into the doorbell with his elbow before glancing back at Raven.

"Oh, you're welcome for giving you the best New Year's kiss of your life." He said, giving her a grin.

mood
fucking exhausted

location
a van

outfit
flannel and jeans, duh

playing...
Fast Car

by Tracy Chapman​

mentions
The Van Gang probably

interactions
Raven

tags
Soap

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[jasmyn]

Josephine Bennett

@ j o s i e c a t

parking lot somewhere

to be determined

fit deetz here

tags

mik Xed

Josie wasn't sure what she'd been consuming all night, she was pretty sure there had been some jello shots at some point but Mik said they did body shots, and... it didn't really matter. Jo was having FUN. And she wasn't thinking about school or her back-stabbing friend or any dumb exes or even the boiling situation with her roommates that she still didn't really understand.

Right now, Jo's mind was on how close Mik was to being caught by the kid she was screwing with. "Mikkky, your not fast enough he's gonna-" she paused to snicker, unable to control the case of the giggles she'd picked up. "HE'S GONNA SEE YOUUUUUUU," she continued in a sing-songy whisper.

Apparently, it wasn't a very good whisper though, because as soon as she began to drag out that last note the victim of their party pranks turned around and he was NOT happy. "Dude, have a chillllllll pillllll!" the small brunette yelled back, tossing her empty pill bottle at his face while he yelled curse words.

Josie was about to taunt him some more when Mik yanked at her arm, pulling them into the crowd just in time before the big guy charged their way.

Oh shit! -- Was the HULK actually CHASING them!? At this realization, Jo picked herself up from letting Mik drag her like a rag doll and began to book it. That dude could probably crush her with one finger and she wasn't trying to end up credited “collateral damage” in the next Avenger movie.

-----

"Ewwwww. Stop pukinggggg before I-" Jo couldn't even get the last words out before she was hunched over right next to her friend, hurling the day's lunch onto the concrete. Luckily Mik stopped eventually and suggested more drinking which sounded like the perfect way to wash the awful taste out of her mouth.

Straightening up, Jo glanced around the apartment parking lot, wiping her mouth as she scanned the cars. "Letzzz us go find some bubsly then..." she slurred, a hiccup sneaking its way in. She grabbed her friend by the arm and pulled her through the rows of cars, looking out for one that might've been unlocked or contained goodies.

"Look in the windowses," she pointed at one of the cars, "maybe they have some vodka," she added, before turning to look in a different car. She jiggled the handle but no luck. Apparently, some of these people had smarts enough to lock their doors.

She began to stroll a little further down the aisle, just sorta aimlessly wandering, when one car stood out to her. He was still here? After that explosive whatever the fuck between them he was probably off banging some random party girl, or maybe another of her friends... Jo's eyes began to pool with tears at the thoughts flooding her brain. Why was she crying?

Josie was supposed to be having fun not getting emotional over an asshole her cousin had warned her about like a thousand times. THIS WASN'T FUN. Fuck Saint. Fuck him for breaking her heart. Fuck him for cheating. Fuck him for fucking--- FOR FUCKING HER BEST FRIEND. And fuck him for ruining her night TWICE (even if he didn't technically do anything the second time).

Jo's eyes flickered over to the curb, spotting a loose piece of the concrete small enough for her to pick up. Before she could think twice, not that her clouded mind would've come to a better decision, she slammed it right into the passenger side window. Glass flew into the seat, some bouncing back towards her and falling onto the ground in front of her feet. Thank god for Saint's car alarm being busted.

A smile crept onto her lips, giggles spewing out as she looked over where she thought she’d left Mikaela. "HEY MIKKKAROOOO! JACKPOTTTTT!" she called out, clearly not caring that she was being way too loud.

Reaching in through the broken glass, unlocking the door and leaning in to open the middle console, Jo revealed his stash. Of course, she knew where he kept his extra goodies. Duh.

She pulled out a bottle of something she couldn't read or probably even pronounce and twisted the cap off pouring some down her throat. Honestly she’d be lucky not to get alocohol poisoning from tonight.

As Mik stumbled up to the vehicle she passed the bottle off and gave a mischievous smile as a light bulb went off in her crossfaded little brain. “I totttsaly haves a genius ideaaa,” Jo slurred as she walked to the back of the car and pulled the trunk open to reveal paints and other messy shit they could get into.

“Oooooh, these ones glow in the dark!” she squealed excitedly, plucking a bright pink from the bunch. She wasted no time in prying it open and immediately squeezing some onto the side of his cheater-mobile. “MAKEOVER TIMMMME,” she sang loudly, adding some more.

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[Xed]

Mikaela Ainsley

Mikaela was not an artist. Her drawings had always been abstract at best, a combination of stick figures and squiggly lines that more often than not, look nothing like what she intended.

So when Josie pulled out the squiggly glow in the dark markers and shouted “MAKEOVER TIMMMME” to a very drunk, can’t see straight Mikaela, well… to the poor soul who owned this car; rest in piece… or was it peace?

First though, she had to help herself to this bottle Josie had passed her earlier as she stumbled over. She tipped it back, emptying the bottle down her throat, or well… her dress and the floor. Ooops. Not her fault that the darkness made it hard to aim properly, besides sharing was caring. Maybe her dress and the floor were thirsty too. Poor things, working so hard without any rest. The poor car too, it had to be parched from sitting out here from morning till night without rest and not even a drink.

Mik shook the bottle in her hand. There wasn’t much of it left but a little was better than nothing, so a few steps to the side later, Mikaela was leaning up against the side of the car and pouring what remained of the bottle through the broken window and onto the seats.

“There ya go sweetie,” she slurred as she shook the bottle to make sure she got out every last drop, “open wideee.”

Once she was satisfied that the bottle had been properly emptied and the car had gotten it’s fill, she tossed the bottle outside, or at least tried to, but her aim was off and so the bottle instead of getting tossed out the window and over her shoulder, hit the inside of the car and ricocheted back to the opposite seat. Ooopsie. Guess the car hadn’t had enough to drink yet.

Anyway now that, that was done with, it was time for the MAKEOVERRR! It was a very ugly car so it definitely needed one to pretty it up. Lucky thing that Josie and her had found it. Mikaela half skipped, half stumbled over to the trunk where the markers were and just grabbed at a handful, dropping a number of them onto the floor.

She stared at the car as she uncapped the markers and let the caps fall and roll away, across the parking lot. Now where to start with the makeover~ ooooh!

“She needs a boootayyyyy!” Mikaela announced as she pulled down the trunk door and drew a very plump, very bootilicious butt with the markers.

There. She stepped back to admire her handiwork. Now that, was a car butt.

“LOOK JOJOBEAR!” She shouted excitedly as she waved the markers around. “SHE GOTTA BOOTTTYYYYY.” Oh this was so much fun. “WHAT NEXT? A MOUSTACHE? BOOBIES?”

Once again, to whoever owned this car, rest in pieces.

mood
Look at me! I'm an artist!

location
Outside the bitch manor building

outfit
party dress

playing...
song title here

by artist here​

mentions
N/A

interactions
Josie

tags
jasmyn

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[Harrowhark]

MOOD: WTF

OUTFIT: ur egirl dream ig

LOCATION: Party

basics

In Collaboration With: dear.szmm

tags

TL;DR THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING
breakup so sad

tl;dr

Rox + Lillian

—Drink

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Okay.

So she was still on this bullshit.

Lillian took a drag from the pen, watching out onto the lawn as people began gathering for the midnight celebrations. Fuck them. All content and happy and shit.

Lillian was trying, up until this moment. Rox had a quick solution for that.

How could she be so casual when she was being such a bitch? It’s like she couldn’t hear the words coming out of her own mouth.

Lillian passed the pen back to her, shifting uncomfortably while her girlfriend pulled her tighter around her. Lillian fought the urge to push her off.

“Fight to keep me down?” she repeated coldly. “Yeah, you’re making it real easy to chill out at the moment, Rox, keep it up.”

She sighed as her sarcasm lingered in the air between them. She was sick of this whole charade.

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Fuck, this was exactly what Rox didn’t want. She tossed her head back and groaned. “You’re doing it again!” Another hit lifted her head higher into the clouds. “That thing where you take everything personally and ignore all the good shit.”

Classic Lillian. “What about when I said you were super cool?” No reaction for that huh?

Rox could not do a serious conversation right now. She was gone. “Take another hit and dance with me again.” She stuck her lip out in a pout.

It wasn’t that Rox lacked empathy, but she’d spent so much time brushing all blame and consequences onto someone else. It was a hard habit to unlearn.

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Lillian shook her head. It might not be what Rox wanted, but this was the road she’d chosen to go down.

And so be it.

“No, Rox.” she spoke bluntly, an edge of irritation in her voice. “You can’t just keep going on with this shit and expecting me to brush it off. You’re really, really pissing me off.”

She pulled her arm away from her girlfriend and waited a moment as a group of celebrators passed between them. She looked out onto the lawn, shaking her head in disbelief. How many times had they been over this same conversation? Why was the concept of just leaving her the fuck alone so hard to grasp?

“You don’t sort things out like that, Rox. For fucks sake,” she said with a sigh, silently wishing she hadn’t passed the pen back so soon.

“Fucking grow up and quit whining. I may be miserable but you’re one ignorant bitch, you know that?”

She huffed again, turning her back to her girlfriend, eyes trained on the distant horizon, thinking about anywhere but here.

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What the hell? Rox hadn’t done anything. “You’re always so sensitive.” Seriously, why couldn’t she take a little bit of criticism? It wasn’t even bad criticism.

“Come on, don’t be like this,” Rox almost apologized, but only because it would end this sooner. This was so not the vibes.

She put a gentle hand on Lillian’s shoulder. “You’ve been so hot and cold lately. I just thought it was nice we were having fun.” Were.

If it wasn’t one thing it was another. If Lillian wasn’t begging for attention while simultaneously pushing her away, she was blowing up about some small comment. Maybe Rox should have come alone instead, even if all she wanted was to hang out with her girlfriend. “I guess I can’t do anything right, can I?”

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Lillian shrugged Rox’s hand off.. She was being fucking unbearable.

“Rox!” she snapped, spinning around to face her. “Listen to yourself! Jesus!”

The night air suddenly turned bitter and cold. Something in Lillian snapped. She was tired. Tired of taking the same old shit in order to avoid an argument. Rox’s victim complex was… exhausting.

Fuck it.

“I don’t like the person you’re being right now. I don’t like the person you’ve been for a while. I’m done with it, Rox. I’m done with…” she said, holding her hands out and gesturing at the space between them. There was a hint of hesitation in her voice, as the words played over in her head before they came out of her mouth.

“I’m done with this.”

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“Are you fucking serious?” Rox couldn’t believe this. “You’re giving up on us that easily?” She hadn’t done anything wrong. Maybe she shouldn’t have called Lillian a bitch but like that wasn’t a reason to break up with someone.

This was so not happening. “You’re so insecure!” This past week had been all about Lillian feeling bad about herself and Rox trying to make it better. She’d been doing her best to be a great girlfriend and it still wasn’t enough.

“Fine, we’re done!” She shoved the pen back in her purse. “Is this what you need to be happy?” This was not the party vibes! “Don’t blame me when you miss this.”

She looked at her now ex for one more moment before going back into the party with a huff. Fuck it, if Lillian was going to be insecure, Rox would give her something to be insecure about.

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[Winona]

Ashton West

See, she should've totally left right after that little kiss with Ryder. You know, the one that left her with goofy smile on her face, and made her think that hey, if that's how the New Year was going to start out, then surely it couldn't be all that bad. Of course, now that she was alone, it didn't long for those normal little thoughts to come creeping in -- the ones that left her feeling as if she was going to start gasping for air.

And there was, like, one simple explanation that led back to the guilt that was eating at her chest -- and the reminder was the necklace that she still wore, the star feeling as if it were burning a sick, guilty reminder into her chest. Because like... no, Ash hadn't really moved on.

Kind of dumb, right?

To feel like she was cheating on a guy that had blocked her and disappeared?

Her cup came up to her lips, and she took another sip of the alcohol -- except that there wasn't much left. So as she placed her cup down and started to look for another bottle of vodka (yeah, her current bottle had just fully been emptied -- and no, it hadn't just been because of her), someone's voice from a table caught her attention. And for a moment, Ash stopped in her search for alcohol to watch as JJ started yelling from a table... only to climb down and move to a stage.

JJ's rampage started off simple enough, and Ash winced. Like, she... kind of got it. JJ had been dating Dorian, and he'd just up and left for New York with Maddie, and she didn't really know the details, but she... assumed... it had probably been a messy breakup or something. And like yeah, she'd thought about texting the other girl. Checking in to see if she was okay or whatever, but she... that would've just made things worse, right?

Ash was still partially listening as she sorted through bottles. People had already pulled out their phones, so she could like, watch the whole thing tomorrow or whatever if she really felt the need. Right now, all she felt the need for was like... another drink and then probably heading home.

The rampage turned over to Gen, and Ash's attention was captured a little more. She pressed her lips together, a frown coming onto her lips. A glance around the room didn't showcase her friend going up there to murder JJ, so she thought they were probably in the clear or... something.

But then the next target of JJ's made her freeze in place.

Pale eyes lifted up from the bottle she'd picked up to lock onto the brunette. Her heart started thrumming, feeling as if it were moving up from her chest into her throat, and her hand tightened on the neck of the bottle.

It started off simple enough -- JJ saying Ash slept with her boyfriend, but at least clarifying because that... totally made this so much better. Her fingers tightened against the glass of the bottle as she pulled it closer to her, fingers fumbling to try and remove the cap through her blurred vision.

She brought the bottle closer to her as JJ continued to speak.

"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?"

The bottle crashed to the ground, broken glass splintering and sliding across the floor with the alcohol. A quiet curse escaped from her lips, followed by a couple mumbled apologies as the people around her took a couple steps back from the broken bottle, and then her gaze lifted back up to JJ.

Now, her chest felt as if it were closing in. Like just collapsing in on itself.

She'd known that much, but...

It felt different when you heard it spoken aloud, thrown indirectly in your direction to take you down in some sort of mocking way.

The walls felt like they were closing in, the people around her were whispering, and some little voice was mocking her, saying that they were talking about her, and-- and-- and--

Deep breaths. Deep breaths.

She couldn't even get shallow breaths.

Ash stepped away from the counter, away from yet another fucking mess she'd caused, and she pushed roughly through the crowd to head towards the front door. Arms had crossed over her chest, hugging tightly against her abdomen, as she struggled to... to... she didn't know. Keep herself upright? Keep herself freaking breathing?

She'd turned her head momentarily when she grew closer to the door to look back at JJ, but when she'd done so, she found herself crashing into someone.

"Sorry," she squeaked almost immediately, the alcohol through her veins causing her to nearly lose her balance as she stumbled, and then reached out a hand to help steady the other girl. "Oh my god, oh my god, I'm sorry. I'm just... I'm sorry. Are you, umm... are you okay?"

Right. Nothing drowned out near panic like that better than turning her attention onto someone else.

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[geminiy]

Kian & Niamh

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?”

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Niamh froze, stunned like a deer in headlights.

Well, fuck.

What were the chances of him, of all the people at this party, stumbling across the same hiding place Niamh had been so relieved to find? It was becoming clear that tonight may involve more emotional confrontation than Niamh would have liked to have imagined.
“I just- uh-…” she began, taking a cautious step out onto the balcony, avoiding Kian’s gaze. She closed the glass door behind her and reached one hand into her pocket, emerging with a packet of cigarettes.

“I guess I wanted to watch the fireworks, but I think I missed them.”

Not true. Niamh wondered for a brief moment if some sort of fate had landed them both on this balcony, in the midst of the cheers and shouts from the crowds below, escaping from something they couldn’t handle.

“What are you doing up here?” she asked, placing the cigarette between her lips and sparking her lighter.

She took a deep drag, exhaled, and watched as the smoke dissipated from the air between her and Kian.

“Are you okay? I thought you were with - uh - Damien? I mean, I saw you talking to him. Downstairs.”

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Kian’s stomach gave a bit of a lurch, the lump in his throat sticking at the mention of Damien’s name. Right, of course, they had been standing in the living room, surely people would have seen what just happened. Fuck.

“Oh, uh, nah. We talked for a little, I apologized for being such an ass during Winter Ball. We argued a little,” Kian let his shoulders give the slightest shrug, “guess I didn’t get rid of all that asshole energy back then.”

Oh.

Fuck.

Their date.

Look, the week prior had been their well-hyped first date. If Kian was being honest, everything had been perfect: Niamh was a perfect gentlelady, Kian had brought his best jokes, and the food was great. The conversation never stopped yet somehow, when it came time to say goodbye, Kian got cold feet.

It was Niamh. She was one of his childhood friends, surely it wasn’t worth throwing away yet another important person because of romantic pursuit. He’d already fucked everything with up with Oates, he’d fucked up with Alex, and Damien…

Let’s be honest. It all came back to Damien.

Damien had up and ruined everything. A friendship turned to anger turned to some stupid schoolboy crush that Kian couldn’t shake. It didn’t feel right to try and replace Damien with Niamh, didn’t feel right to just try and substitute his feelings for one with another.

None of that mattered now, Kian supposed. It was all over now. Damien was never going to talk to him again and well, he was surprised if Niamh was about to punch him in the face for being such a dick.

“I’m sorry I ghosted you.” Kian blurted out, his mouth speaking without permission. His cheeks flushed a dark red as he shook his head, hand reaching up to awkwardly rub the back of his neck. “Well, I’m sorry for way more than that. You didn’t deserve the way I treated you after our date and you owe me absolutely nothing but…” Kian swallowed. “Look, I fucked things up with you. I’m going to be honest with you but, uh, I was afraid of ruining our friendship. I didn’t want to hurt you, I would never want to hurt you. But I did and I’m sorry.”

Kian sighed again. Well, turns out that New Year’s Eve was becoming a two-for-one special in heartbreak.

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Niamh’s face fell to look at the ground again, a wave of pain washing over her as she listened to him acknowledge what had happened after that date.

It had hurt, watching the messages go unanswered and calls only reaching a voicemail message. She was baffled. Their evening had gone so well, but despite every effort, Kian just… disappeared.

She felt a bit embarrassed. Had she got it wrong? Crossed a line? Was that it, Kian had removed himself from the scene… for good?

“It’s okay.” she stated plainly, pushing the hair out of her face and behind her ears. She raised the cigarette to her mouth, pausing again.

“I guess I just got my hopes up. Maybe it was silly, or careless… I didn’t think about it much.”

She took a quick drag, like somehow doing so gave her a boost of confidence.

“I really liked you Kian. I had for a long time. And it all looked so good - so promising. And then…” her voice trailed off as she sucked in a breath of the cold night air.

“I was just left wondering, like… what had I done? I thought you’d never talk to me again.”

Niamh knew of the problems between Kian and Damien - his black eye after the ball spoke for itself. There was a lot she didn’t understand about their relationship, but it seemed like Damien brought out the worst in him. In the past month she’d heard very little, if nothing, positive between the two of them.

“As for ruining our friendship… I wouldn’t let that happen, Kian, you know that. That’s what I thought was happening, and by reaching out I thought I was showing that everything was cool, even if we didn’t carry on… like that…”

She sighed with frustration, like she couldn’t explain all the justifications and thoughts and explanations she had. She stubbed her cigarette out aggressively on the wall behind her.

“It was a lovely date, Kian. I had a really nice time. The best time, genuinely.”

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Kian felt nothing but guilt. He had solely fucked this whole thing up over some stupid shit with Damien. Part of him was glad with what happened, at least he didn’t hurt her by accidentally trying to replace his feelings with Damien for his feelings with Niamh. But in his effort in trying to keep her safe, he had ended up hurting her all the same.

Shit.

“I did too, Niamh, I really did enjoy it all. I haven’t had so much genuine fun with someone in a really long time, actually.” Kian let his eyes droop slightly as he let out a sigh. “Look, I know I screwed up but I really do like you, Niamh. I’m not expecting you to, like, turn around and forgive me for this shit but…”

Kian couldn’t talk anymore. Really, all he wanted was a hit of something, anything to satiate these nerves. No, he wasn’t about to do that, not anymore. Sobriety was important, more important than whatever the hell was going on right now.

“I’m a fucked up human, Niamh. I screwed up with you, I screwed up with Oates, I screwed up with Alex, I screwed up with Damien. I screw up with everyone. But I’m trying,” Kian’s shoulders sank slightly, hands finding their way to his pockets, “I’m really trying. I haven’t used in a few weeks and it feels great, really it does. And I’m trying to figure out exactly why all of a sudden this is so important to me, why now is the time that I need to get my shit in gear.”

Kian looked back up to Niamh, smiling softly as a flush of rouge danced along his cheeks. “I’ve been real confused, Niamh. But I really do like you and I don’t wanna say that it’s you that pushed me to get here but, uh, you’re the first person that’s believed in me, the first person that’s cared for me. I guess,” Kian reached a hand up slowly to caress the side of Niamh’s face, “I’m tired of screwing things up. I’m tired of hurting people that care about me for the sake of being kind to the people who treat me poorly. I’m tired of acting for everyone but myself. But you, you make me feel different.” Kian smiled warmly, his fingers reaching up to tuck a piece of blonde hair behind Niamh’s ear. “You don’t yell, you don’t tell me I’m not good enough, you don’t act like I’m some blight on this earth. You make me feel human, real, like I actually mean something.”

Kian laughed slightly at his own words, shaking his head at the god awful corniness that had just fallen from his lips. “I really like you Niamh. I don’t want to screw this — us, whatever this is — up.” Kian moved closer, his spare hand moving to Niamh’s waist. “I hurt you, Niamh, and you don’t have to forgive me for that. But I promise that I’m not going to hurt you again. I don’t want to lose you.” Kian’s face moved even closer, their breath mingling in the small space between their faces. “You just say the word and I’ll get out of here like nothing happened. Whatever is going to make you happy is what I want, Niamh. Just say the word.”

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Niamh’s breath all but stopped as slowly, as if moving too swiftly would burst the dream she had been encompassed in, she moved her hand to his face. They were silent for a moment; for the first time that night, even Niamh’s racing mind quietened.

She ran her thumb over his cheekbones, her palm coming to rest on his blushing cheek. She could feel the heat of his breath on her face and the weight of his hand on her waist, and all at once Niamh realized that Kian was undeniably and irrevocably here.

It was now or never. Niamh doubted that this opportunity would ever present itself again.

She pulled his face closer and tilted her chin as she pressed her lips to his.

The ground beneath them, the walls behind them, the distant horizon; all of it crumbled away as she was pulled tighter and closer into him, the kiss lasting what felt like years.

Niamh pulled back, watching Kian’s face as his gold, October eyes fluttered open and a smile spread across his cheeks. She released a relieved, breathy laugh, before pulling him back into her and kissing him passionately.

Who knows how much time passed; Niamh certainly wasn’t counting. The bundle of butterflies that had occupied her stomach since childhood, since the day she had recognised her feelings for Kian - long before Hollywood Arts, before LA, before Oates and Callum and Damien and all these irrelevant figures - subsided slightly. Their tension eased as she clung to the sensation of his skin under her fingertips, his hands holding her face; their lips only parting for rushed sips of air.

Slowly, eventually, the two pulled away, and they stood looking out over the balcony, his arm around her shoulders, her head leaning gently against him.

“So, this - us -,” she spoke softly, cautiously, daring to break the blissful silence between them. “Is this…? A thing? Is this what you want?”

She looked up at him with a smug, playful smile. “Or are you just going to lead me on like that and vanish into thin air any moment now?”

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From the second he noticed the air closing between them, Kian forgot to breathe. This was happening, it was really really happening. The moment Niamh’s lips touched his own, the pair sank into a harmonious synchrony that felt as natural as his heart beating.

This. This is what should’ve happened on their date. Kian should’ve known better than to put any sort of stock on Damien and he really should’ve known that Niamh would be this perfect, make him this happy.

Niamh pulled back for just a moment, presumably to get a glimpse at his face which, he assumed, was childishly shell shocked before they connected again.

Everything was perfect.

Eventually, when they finally parted, Kian found himself throwing a protective arm over Niamh’s shoulders, pulling her into him as if he was afraid that if he moved too quickly, the moment would slip right through his fingertips.

As Niamh spoke, Kian found himself genuinely thinking. Was he ready for a relationship? All Kian knew was that the last two didn’t end so well and, if Alex was anything to show for it, their endings had entirely been his fault. But this time was different. This time he was clean and Niamh was a good person to keep him stable.

“I’m not going to run off, Niamh,” Kian spoke with a certainty that sounded even strange to himself, “not this time.”

Kian placed another soft kiss on Niamh’s lips before moving his hand to tuck her hair behind her ear. “I’ve never been certain about something the way I’m certain about this, about being yours.” With a fluent movement, Kian’s fingers trailed down Niamh’s arms before interlacing with her own fingers. “Let’s get out of here, yeah? You and me.”

The pair left the party that evening with goofy smiles on their faces and fingers interlocked. Kian had forgotten entirely about Damien, wrapped up entirely with infatuation at the beautiful girl in his passenger’s seat. By the time the sun slowly began to rise, casting a soft yellow light in through his bedroom window, Kian was sure of a few things: Niamh made him truly, unconditionally happy, she was a phenomenal kisser, and that he was officially her boyfriend.

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by the national paks​

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Alex, Damien

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[geminiy]

Akira Davies

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Look, this really wasn’t how Kei had expected his night to go. Kei was used to being the caretaker, the metaphorical (and sometimes literal) mom friend of the group. Heck, he was often the go to therapist too, but usually that was at home and typically not with people who were practically strangers.

"Hi! Uh, no, not really! But I'm glad you're having fun!" Kei nodded, pressing his lips into a thin line. He wasn’t having even the slightest bit of fun, parties made him terribly anxious, but he might as well play the role for his clearly more concerned friend. “I don't really go to these things! Is that, uh, what're you drinking?"

Kei swallowed, lifting his cup with a smile. “Pepsi! Though, uh, I’m more of a Coke fellow.” Yikes, way to seem like a lameass. “I don’t really drink. And it’s all good, I don’t really like parties either.”

Angel left no time for quiet as he continued on, this time his speech seeming to grow deeper. "Hey, can I tell you something really out of nowhere?" Another firm nod from Kei, urging the taller boy on. "This is the most alone I've felt in my entire life. Do you know what I mean? I don't think this crowd is helping, either."

Yes, yes Kei absolutely knew what Angel was talking about. Being the brother of someone like Lida, someone so bold and confident and out there, it was easy to feel left behind and alone in a crowded room. Kei knew that feeling all too well so, naturally, he felt overly empathetic to Angel’s distress. Taking the remaining contents of the cup down with a gulp, Kei made an overly enthusiastic throw of the cup into a nearby trash can and then turned back to Angel, placing a hand on his shoulder and leaning in closer to reduce the need for screaming.

“Hey man, you don’t look too good,” Kei stated, hoping that the obvious wasn’t a terrible place to start, “do you wanna get out of here? Go somewhere quiet where we can get you relaxed?”

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[hery]

MOOD: yea tbh

OUTFIT: clothes

LOCATION: bitch manor

basics

MENTIONS:
Javi, Chas

INT:
geminiy (Kei)

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TL;DR no

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Angel Cervantes

If Kei truly understood what Angel was talking about, he hadn't made himself clear. The artist's heart sank as a hand landed on his shoulder, fingers curling into a tender, caring squeeze. Oh, god... he had been way too frank about his feelings. Now the poor guy was going to think Angel was spiraling or something. Actually, he wasn't quite sure why he said what he said in the first place. What other response was he expecting?

He had to tell someone before he imploded, but there was never a good time to do it. Not a soul could just hear something like that and easily move on, which is pretty frickin' annoying. None of it should have even mattered anyway; Javi had slammed him into a wall a thousand times, so there was no real reason for Angel to be suddenly so frazzled. And as far as family drama went, this was pretty standard.

Maybe he was just tired. He apparently looked it. "Uh, is there something on my face?" the soft-spoken boy asked quizzically, creasing his brows. He didn't need to do any relaxing, but there was no use putting up a fight. It took an incredible amount of brainpower not to uh again. "Sure, we can go." It had to sound like Kei's idea, like a request Angel was heeding for his friend's sake. Things were normal.

With an eeny, meeny, miny, moe, the pair quietly slipped into an unlocked room in the hallway. It was just a guest bedroom, one of several in the comically large penthouse apartment. Angel locked the door behind him, just as a precaution amid swarms of drunk, stumbling teenagers looking for a square meter of space to defile.

Thinking it rude, the junior hesitantly sat himself on the bed, careful not to disturb the neat, blue covers. He glanced toward Kei, looking up at him with an uncertain look. "I know they say it a lot in the movies," he proposed, clearly pensive, "But do you think that somewhere out there, there are people who completely get you? Like, without question." Angel expressed his problems through philosophy. It wasn't entirely out of intention, but it kept a safe mental distance.

"I feel like, no matter how hard you try, some people can't be helped. Try to force it all you want, but some people are just really bad at being relatable. And relating to others." He laughed shakily toward the floor, maybe smiling wider than he should have. "I don't know which I am." He moved his eyes back to Kei, expectant but outwardly easygoing enough not to look intense. He wasn't trying to "relax". Kei didn't need to play guardian angel. Keep it cool.

A bit of the color had drained from Angel's face, revealing the slight back-and-forth bob of his head. He scanned the room slowly, taking in the interior decorating Chas had clearly done with the place. "This place is really nice," he stated through the silence, filtering his thoughts through a casual tone, "But a little big for three people and a dog, I think." His eyes nearly seemed to be staring through the wall, trapped between several cognitive realms. Even in all the nothingness of the moment, Angel couldn't shake the rapid beating of his heart, or the chills that ran down his spine. What was the matter with him?

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[Harrowhark]

MOOD: Can't be mad at a pretty girl

OUTFIT: ur egirl dream ig

LOCATION: party

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Lillian

INT:
Ash Winona

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TL;DR Ash? All alone? Wild, what's the tea?

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Roxanne

—Drink

Rox was totally pissed right now. Not just with Lillian, but this whole dumb fucking party shit. Fuck you shitty people who lived in this house and your shitty music too. She should’ve just gone to a warehouse rave. Maybe then she’d have some fucking fun. She’d only been going in to steal some of their disgusting fucking alcohol, but she couldn’t even do that without some bitch running into her.

“Hey! Watch where you’re-” Oh damn this girl was WASTED wasted. Even Rox couldn’t get too mad at a pretty drunk girl. Especially a blonde one. Yeah, blondes were definitely her type. She took her hand, keeping both of them from falling over.

“Hey.” Rox said again, tone much softer. “You don’t need to be sorry. I’m okay.” Through her fade, recollection started to hit. Poor Ashton West, drunk and alone. Now, Ash wasn’t on Rox’s Hollywood Arts WLW radar, but she was on her Hot Single Blondes radar, something she just so happened to need to use again. With midnight coming up so soon, it was a perfect time to try her luck. A midnight kiss would be all the proof Lillian needed that she could rebound easily.

“What about you?” Ash very clearly was not doing her best. She was still hot, but even someone absolutely plastered didn’t look this… sad and pathetic? Was that harsh? “Did you get separated from your friends or…” Ash was the kind of popular Rox didn’t want to get involved with. Too much work with too much vulnerability. Gross. But that meant she should have been here with someone. “Don’t tell me you got all kinds of fucked up alone.” She almost felt bad, she would’ve if this girl didn’t already have everything she could ever want.

Rox gripped Ash’s hand a little tighter. “Are you okay?” She repeated, trying to make it sound like she actually cared. Let’s be real, if Ashton wasn’t okay, she’d just cry it off and go back to having the perfect life the next day. However, Rox could always use a good gossip sesh, and drunk girls usually spilled more than just drinks.

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[Winona]

Ashton West

The girl that she'd so rudely found herself bumping into had, instead of snapping or yelling or shoving Ash or something, had instead taken a much nicer approach. It confused the small blonde, and perhaps if things had been different -- if she'd been like... sober or something, she wouldn't have thought on it quite as much. Granted, if she'd been sober, then Ash wouldn't have found herself stuck here.

You know, wasted beyond comprehension to the point that tomorrow? Yeah, chances were she'd remember, like, probably next to nothing.

She wasn't sure if she'd actually been this drunk before -- maybe after her breakup with Nico. Probably, actually... things had kind of been rough following that disaster, but she'd managed to keep her drinking... kind of contained up until tonight, but hey, it'd been a party, and she'd been planning on having fun.

At some point, tears had really started to fall down her face, and she became a little self-conscious of her tear-stained cheeks, her hands coming up to rub at them as she gave a shake of her head.

"I... yeah, yeah, I'm fine," she mumbled, sniffling, and felt streaks of guilty shooting through her veins that this girl, probably trying to enjoy her evening, was now finding herself stuck and having to ask if Ash was alright. Like, was she really so fucked up that she was out here ruining the lives of absolute strangers?

Fuck.

“Don’t tell me you got all kinds of fucked up alone.” The girl continued, and Ash gave a quick shake of her head.

"No, no," she clarified quickly, although that wasn't terribly far from the truth. She'd kind of found herself just... on her own more lately. Especially tonight, when she'd found herself drinking alone. Like, sure she was at the party or whatever, but it'd just been her and a bottle of vodka. Until... "no, no," Ash continued, "I was with, umm... with this guy, with ahh... Ryder, but he had to..." she shook her head, waving a dismissive hand.

He'd taken off with some friend of his, and honestly, Ash was glad. The last thing that she really wanted was him seeing her crying like this twice. Like, the first time had been embarrassing enough or whatever, but imagine if he'd been with her from start to finish of some stupid hissy fit breakdown.

Especially after he'd kissed her, and...

Her heart was in her throat as she thought about it again, her lips pressing together. Her gaze, which had turned down towards the floor, now dared to slowly rise back up to meet the eyes of this girl that she'd so rudely bumped into.

"I... he had to go with his friend or... or whatever, so I'm... I'm alone now -- not that that's like... an issue or whatever, it's just..." she trailed off, letting out a shaky laugh. "Sorry."

She was just making it worse, wasn't she?

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NYE party

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I Need Some Sleep

by Eels​

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Ryder

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Rox

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Harrowhark

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[geminiy]

Akira Davies

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Kei let out a not-so-subtle hefty sigh of relief when Angel, mid-anxiety and rush, agreed to break off from the main crowds. Kei knew those feelings a little too intimately: the inability to breathe, the sweaty palms, the feeling of being alone in an empty room. It was awful and, in a way, it almost hurt worse to see someone else going through it. Maybe, he was silently hoping, getting the heck out of there would help.

Off the pair went, dipping from room to room until eventually they found somewhere remotely quiet. Perfect, at least now Kei could hear the person in front of him.

At first, the silence was awkward. Kei wasn’t one for small talk, he always somehow ended up making things somehow more tense or uncomfortable when given the social reins. Eventually, though the quiet only lasted a short while, the room became somewhat comfortable and Kei found himself releasing the tension from his shoulders. Flopping onto the bed in the middle of the room (which, for the record, was probably the softest thing he’d ever had the pleasure of throwing his body at), Angel sat beside him very carefully. Kei wanted to giggle, Angel seemed to be so polite about everything, even sitting down on a bed. It was refreshing.

"I know they say it a lot in the movies," Angel eventually spoke, breaking the still silence, "But do you think that somewhere out there, there are people who completely get you? Like, without question. I feel like, no matter how hard you try, some people can't be helped. Try to force it all you want, but some people are just really bad at being relatable. And relating to others."

Kei had an answer, a few answers actually that ranged from practical to terribly philosophical. Akira couldn’t say anything for sure, he lacked the sheer sage wisdom to be able to make any certain claims, but he had ideas.

"I don't know which I am,” Angel continued and within that very instance, Kei felt his chest cave in on itself.

Yeah, he understood that this feeling was a somewhat universal experience, but it still broke him to hear anyone express it. How could someone so kind, so gentle as Angel feel so alone? If he felt so abandoned and misunderstood, where was the hope for the rest of the pitiful population? Nah, that was too dark. There was hope for everyone, even more so for someone as likeable as Angel. Surely this was just a rough patch that he would get over. Clasping his fingers together, Kei allowed a soft smile to part his lips as Angel’s eyes met his.

"This place is really nice, but a little big for three people and a dog, I think."

Kei fully laughed at this, a soft breathy tone rumbling from his chest. “Yeah no kidding. It’s kind of overwhelming if I’m being honest.” Kei watched Angel’s face closely, wondering if his small admissions of emotion would be enough to make Angel feel comfortable enough to share back. “I dunno, I live with three other people in a pretty small apartment, I think I’d get lost if even all four of us lived somewhere like this. I’m used to smaller places that are more, um, more homey, yeah?”

Another laugh as he flopped backwards entirely onto the mattress, reaching a hand up to ruffle his black hair back. “I don’t think you could make pancakes at three in the morning here without feeling like you’re entirely alone. I’d hate that.”

A heavy breath left Kei’s lips, his eyes fluttering shut as he pondered Angel’s earlier question that had yet to leave his mind. Kei enjoyed the philosophical, the ideas of fate and karma and soulmates.

“You should take what I’m about to say with about twenty grains of salt but,” Kei began to respond as he sat back up, swivelling his body to directly face Angel on the mattress beside him, “I think that there is no such thing as someone who is unlovable or intolerable. I think that everyone’s sorta got a set group of people that they’re destined to be with, like some people we need to meet.” Kei’s shoulders gave a little shrug. “I dunno, maybe it’s all just coincidence, it’s not like I’m some omnipotent god that knows all the universe’s secrets.”

Kei reached a hand out to rest on Angel’s shoulders, a friendly twinkle in his eyes. “What I do know for sure is that you’re a good person, Angel, and that whatever you’re going through right now isn’t your fault. Sometimes the people we’re around are difficult to relate to or connect with but that’s not a fault with you. Sometimes all it takes is waiting for the right people to come ‘round, you know?”

Kei’s smile returned to his lips, fingers tapping Angel’s shoulder softly in comfort. “If it’s any consolation I was really afraid that I wasn’t gonna meet anyone genuine and kind out here, you know all the rumours about Americans,” Kei giggled warmly, “but I met you and it all got a little less scary. You’re a good dude, Angel.”

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[Harrowhark]

MOOD: girl he's not worth it

OUTFIT: ur egirl dream ig

LOCATION: Party

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MENTIONS:
Ryder + Lillian

INT:
Ash Winona

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TL;DR this is a lil gay

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Roxanne

—Drink

TW Brief Mention of Alcoholism

Ash was rambling a bit, but Rox picked out the important parts. Of course it was a guy. Why did men always do this type of shit? She would never abandon such a pretty girl at a party. Scratch that, she’d just done that with Lillian, but that was way more complicated. She was definitely ignoring those feelings that kind of made her feel like a piece of shit.

“Come on, hun. He’s not worth it.” Rox put a comforting hand on Ash’s shoulder. Fuck this Ryder guy, she’d kick his ass if she saw him. “Any guy who leaves you drunk and alone at a party is a dick and not worth your tears.” Easier said than done, Rox knew that, but it always felt good to say fuck that guy.

“Let's get you some water, okay?” She could use some herself after the cotton mouth the weed gave her. Pulling Ash along, Rox’s prior intentions got lost in the haze. Who gave a shit about revenge? Well, sober Rox would, but she wasn’t here. That fight with Lillian felt so far away, the memory hanging on by only a thread.

In the kitchen, she grabbed them both new plastic cups, filling them with just water. There were scattered groups mingling among themselves, but no one looked their way, consumed with their own drama for the night. “Here, little sips.”

Rox was used to doing this by now. After the divorce, it seemed her mom was always flirting with the concept of alcohol poisoning. At least Ash wasn’t passed out in the bath tub. That was an experience she could do without repeating.

In better lighting, Rox examined the damage done to Ash’s makeup. Yeah, that wasn’t a good look. She riffled through her purse, pulling out a packet of makeup wipes. “Don’t give him the satisfaction of knowing you cried about him.” The least they could do was remove the evidence.

Gently, Rox set her drink down on the counter. Stay. Good cup. “Let me.” Delicate fingers settled under Ash’s chin as she wiped away the mascara trailing her cheeks. No foundation was better than messy foundation. “Better.” Rox smiled as she finished, but she didn’t move, their faces remaining close.

Wow. Women. It had been so long since she'd kissed someone other than Lillian. It didn't even occur to her that kissing someone who was crying over being kissed was the biggest fucking douche move she could make right now. Rox just kissed Ash because she wanted to. A very selfish action, but the one she made none the less.

"Do you... um," Rox had forgotten what was going on. Right, party, water, wasn't she mad about something? "Wanna grab an Uber?" The negative emotions slipped from her grasp as her hands were filled with something else for the night.

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[Winona]

Ashton West

Parts of the story were getting mixed up, and Ash knew that, but she didn't bother trying to correct the narrative that Rox had. What was she supposed to say? Oh no, I'm not crying because of him, I'm crying because my ex-best friend totally just talked shit about me in front of the entire school.

At least, it felt like the entire school.

She'd followed after her, letting this strange girl that she didn't know lead her back in. Ash kept her head ducked, trying to hide the tear-stained cheeks and the smudged mascara from the views of everyone around them -- luckily, it didn't really seem like anyone was paying attention to the two of them. Rox grabbed two cups, filling them with water, and passed one to Ash. She took a drink from it, the taste of water in her mouth feeling off after drinking nothing but various alcohols for the past several hours, but it was probably good.

She needed to sober up a bit.

Rox shuffled through her purse, and Ash watched curiously as the girl pulled out some makeup wipes, and then her fingers were on Ash's chin, and her breath was kind of catching a little bit. She held still, fingers pressed into the cool plastic of her cup, keeping her head still as she tried to figure out where to settle her eyes. Eventually, her gaze caught onto Rox's as the makeup wipe brushed across her skin, cleaning away the mess.

"Better," Rox smiled.

"Thanks," she murmured, waiting for Rox to let go, pull away, but...

She didn't. She stayed right there, Rox's face close to hers, and then--

Her lips pressed against Ash's, and there was a pounding in her heart, and kind of a panic for a moment because oh fuck, what the hell was happening? And normally, she'd probably pull away -- probably. Maybe. But... the girl had been nice to her, she'd gotten her water, wiped the tears from her face, and...

Well, she was drunk.

Very drunk.

She placed the red cup down beside her, and kissed Rox back without hesitation this time, until the girl pulled away from her and Ash was left standing there, blinking up at her.

"Do you... um," Rox started, "Wanna grab an Uber?"

Momentarily, Ash just blinked at her, not responding, because she knew exactly what that would mean, exactly what that would entail, and Ash was like... she didn't...

There was kind of hesitation in her breath, a moment where she didn't know what to say, a moment where she was about to breathe out a no, and she'd go home and just like... go to sleep and pretend this night never happened.

... But a part of her knew that if she did, she wouldn't be able to asleep. She'd play things over and over again in her head, and was it really so wrong of her to want to spend a night or whatever with some girl that had been nothing but nice to her?

"Yeah," she said breathlessly, "yeah, okay."

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What the fuck was she doing?

They'd gotten an Uber, and they'd taken it back to Rox's place. Ash hadn't asked many questions, and Ash really hadn't said much. Wasn't that, like, the point of a hookup or whatever? You just kind of... did it without thinking, and without being too wordy. Or like, that's what Evie and Gen had kind of told her and really, she was just going off of that advice. Like, sure, she'd hooked up with Javi a few times since everything but like... she knew him. It was different.

She hadn't ever, like, hooked up with someone she didn't know.

And she'd never hooked up with a girl, so there was also that.

But hey, fuck it or... whatever.

As they stepped into the apartment, Ash didn't really know what to do, what to say, so... she kind of just went by extinct. Or whatever it was. So she stepped forward, her hands coming up to rest on Rox's face, and she pressed her lips against the other girl's, kissing her for a moment before she broke away with a grin.

"Ummm... bedroom? Like, ah... yeah, where's your bedroom?" She asked.

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NYE party

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I Need Some Sleep

by Eels​

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Ryder

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Rox

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Harrowhark

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[Harrowhark]

MOOD: Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

OUTFIT: a fashion nightmare

LOCATION: Party

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MENTIONS:
Slater, Dalton

INT:
Made in collaboration with the one and only mogy

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TL;DR Beel fights bc no drugs then vommy

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Jack + Beel

— Prescription Kid

TW: Drug mention + Emetophobia

It wasn't exactly a secret that Beelzebub Woods could get annoyed with the simplest of things. It was, however, more of an act rather than anything else. If he pretended to worry about the weirdest, most meaningless of things, then nobody cared what he was actually worried about. However, something about the boy next to him annoyed the absolute shit out of him. More than Damien or Dalton combined annoyed him, and what scared him was that he didn’t even know this guy—he only ever interacted with him through social media.

Trying to catfish him for money in the first place was a stupid idea…well it was actually a criminal offence as well, but the fact that this guy was now a part of his life—whatever little most meaningless piece of it—it still was a part of his life. He guessed that could’ve been the thing that was actually annoying about the guy, or it could’ve also been the fact that he looked homeless and acted so.

But then again, Beelzebub had homeless friends who were a delight, like Benny from down the street, or Alexandria from Home Depot. Well, no, Alexandria was a broken mannequin that someone left behind a dumpster, but she was chill, so it was whatever. This guy, however, was certainly not anything near the word chill, and neither was Beel, so he knew a little bit about what he was dealing with.

And he wouldn’t allow for a tragedy to occur again; too many drugs died that night. Which is why he slowly sat up straight from the couch, keeping eye contact with the dude/person/thing in the room with him.

That was when he slowly leaned forward, reaching for the joint, one of his eyebrows lifted more than the others, and his tongue slowly peeking out from his lips.

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Gullible. This guy thought Jack would share after he'd rejected all of his prior generosity. "Sike," he pulled the joint out of reach. Get prank'd. "My drugs are only free to friends." Anton had his chance, he'd blown it. Ha, blown.

Jackson took another hit, smoke billowing out of his open mouth. "You reconsider my plan yet?" They'd be rich in theory. They'd be on the run, but they'd be rich. "We only have to lay low for five years, then it's home free."

Any guilt Jackson might've felt was buried with the cocaine. Sure, he'd said he was going to make friends when they moved and sure, Anton seemed like a decent enough guy. But anyone who wasn't ride or die didn't deserve any benefits from him. What was he, a drug charity?

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Just like that, once again, his hand was met with nothing but air when he was anticipating and expecting something that would put a stop to his growing pains. But this time, the bleach-haired boy had more than enough of people’s shenanigans. He was never one to get offended by a joke, but this was way too much—it was worse than people playing with his feelings; this was people playing with the gas leak deep inside of him that was just waiting to burst out, and this bitch boy taking away the joint, well, that was the small spark that was necessary for the gas to explode.

Boom.

Beelzebub’s eyes widened before squinting, lines on his face corresponding to his risen eyebrows and pressed lips. His breath became deeper, and he could feel the vein on his forehead popping out. "Oh, you motherfucker."

Clap.

He jumped over the table, pushing over whatever fake plant from Ikea was on top of it, his hand perfectly planting itself onto the bitch boy’s face. Even he could feel the strength of the slap through tingles on his palm, so he knew it hurt.

Sound of my heart.

Beelzebub never actually had a fight with anyone. And that entire sentence was a complete and utter lie. He had fights regularly with people, the fact of the matter was that however unlikely it might have seemed, he didn’t start any of them. And being the one throwing the first punch gave him a rush of adrenaline, and it was as if his heart traveled to his ears, because all he could hear was his heartbeats.

The beat goes on and on and…

And to the beat of the song that was playing in his head, Beelzebub plunged his fists into the bitch boy again and again, as if he had been a punching bag—though with things like bones and ribs and organs.

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We all make mistakes. Tonight one of Jackson's was denying a bitch some weed. The joint fell from his hand as Beelzubub started to beat the shit out of him. Awesome. Something weed and cocaine were both very good at was sucking all thoughts out of your head. There was no "thinking things through," only action. And right now the action his body chose was to hit this asshole back!

Juvie didn't teach Jackson how to fight, but it taught him how to fight better. He'd always spent so much time on the defense when there were faster ways to end a punching match. This would hurt in the morning, but for now, he didn't feel a thing. Instead of blocking, Jackson grabbed Beel's wrist on collision, twisting it and pushing his body back. "What's your fucking problem!?"

As much as Jackson hadn't planned on getting in trouble tonight, punching Beelzubub felt fucking great. Pushing him onto the ground felt even better. Releasing rage was always therapeutic. This was a fuck you to everything that had been keeping him down this December. Fuck moving. Fuck the guys that put him in the hospital. Fuck LA. And fuck Hollywood Arts.

Jackson kicked the guy in the gut as hard as he could, watching the blood from his nose drip onto the ground next to Beel. "Fucking junkie." He hated guys like this. Just trade him a cool fucking piece of garbage for a hit. It was so easy.

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Beel didn't expect the short guy to actually fight back, like at all. He genuinely thought the guy would submit and just take the beating like a man because, frankly, he looked like he never threw a punch in his life, but by the sudden and well-established defense, Beel knew he was in trouble. There was only so much he could do before the guy’s offence; his carefully placed punches became too much for him to handle, and like expected, when the guy did start fighting back, the fight was pretty much decided.

He was pretty much out of it when the fight started, so when he ended up on the floor, he wasn’t sure what was happening. He could just groan every time a punch came in his direction. And eventually, when the gut kick came, Beelzebub was ready to say goodbye to the world and all of his non-existed drug-induced imaginary friends. But a droplet of hope lingered as he looked at the blood drops around him that were probably of his own creation.

As the guy enjoyed his supposed win, Beelzebub knew what he had to do. Even in pain, he wasn’t a pussy boy like the other. So he reached for the guy’s leg, pulling on it as hard as he could until the guy fell to the floor, and the two were, once again, in the same ballpark.

He laughed at that, as if he somehow won, even if he didn’t.

That was when he pulled himself into a crawling position and lunged at the boy, now finding himself on top of the other. He wanted to throw a few punches, but instead, he found himself in equilibrium where entropy was about to win. He wanted to throw a punch, or show his worth in a way that was good enough, but he didn’t want to move because of what was about to come.

Then he did move, trying to get off of the guy, and the contents of his stomach decided they didn’t want to be a part of him anymore, so they gushed out, right on top of the other guy’s torso.

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For someone who started a fight, this guy was doing very little work to finish it. He just let Jackson put him on the ground like he’d already given up. Figures, it was always the ones with bad tempers that were the easiest to take down.

Of course, Jack was getting ahead himself here. For a moment he let his guard fall. He’d won. This was his mistake. When Beelzebub took him down, Jackson hadn’t seen it coming.

Beel was on top of him and there was a moment of… something… something in Jackson’s chest. Drugs, it had to be the drugs. That moment lasted far too long however. Fluttering in his stomach was just a new effect of cocaine he decided. Nothing else.

For those fleeting seconds, all he could do was look up at the face in front of him. Unfortunately, or rather fortunately depending on how you looked at it, the moment didn’t last. Beel was off of him and his mind shifted back to fighting. Jackson moved to push himself up, but just a second too late as a few actions brought him to the point of being drenched in vomit.

The wet feeling on his chest killed any good high he’d had, instead dunking Jacks head first into the horrible “time is warped and I can’t think” type of high. Fuck. He held back a dry heave and tried to find some feeling of solid ground in which to push himself up. The force of gravity felt so much stronger than usual, but Jackson fought it nonetheless.

“Get the hell away from me.” The words were spoken without much inflection. On his feet, Jackson took a moment to center himself and gain some sense of direction in order to exit the room. He could only think of one word; bathroom.

Mingling party guests were just obstacles to avoid as he opened every door looking for the obvious porcelain landmarks he needed.

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[hery]

MOOD: gr

OUTFIT: clothes

LOCATION: bitch manor

basics

MENTIONS:
n/a
INT:
mogy (Oates)
Winona (Nate)

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Callum Richards

Everything was topsy-turvy. Alongside the gradual muffling of the trillions of voices around him, Callum could feel the world slow into something like a dream sequence. Yet it was anything but a lull. His careful tread melted into a slight stumble as his bottom lip began to hang open, the puppet strings attached to his body coming crudely undone.

It was so disorienting. And agonizingly loud. The natural response was to cover his ears, but Callum instead shut his eyes tightly. It wasn't long before they shot back open, the striking blue of his irises adorned with angry, enlarged blood vessels. "Anyone have gum...?" he murmured weakly, the quiet echo of his voice fading into the electric air.

Callum's fists tightened, but it did nothing to halt the droop of his jaw or the heaviness of his eyelids. Through the fog, he set forth back toward the bathroom, carelessly using his arms to push past anyone in the way. He knew Oates would appreciate the effort, and it wasn't as if he was in the mood to kiss anyway. Neither of them were. With what remaining strength he had left, the dancer carried his spindly body to the door, praying for the relief of his boyfriend's arms.

Swiping a hand across his sweaty face, Callum latched onto the doorknob and swung it open, losing a bit of balance as his full weight staggered into the dark, tiled room. He squinted his eyes, picking up a form on the floor. It shifted. Utilizing the superb night vision granted to his light-eyed brethren, he squinted, tracing the outline of what he now realized to be two boys interlocked within each other's arms. The same arms Callum was begging to collapse into.

"Oat?" he spoke, ashamed of the sloppy, drunken nature of his lazed words. How had these circumstances led him here? He had returned without his sobriety, having admitted defeat in bumming a stick of gum off of someone. Why did he do that?

Callum could think about that later. Slowly, he directed his vision downward, studying what lay before him. Before he reached any conclusions, he flicked the light switch, instinctively flinching once the bright light hit his eyes. Through even his spinning vision, it was easy to see what lay before him. "Hey, Oates," he greeted calmly, cornering the boy's gaze with an intensity the two of them knew all too well. He could see that his boyfriend's shirt had been tossed to the side, revealing a firm set of abs pressed against another man's coat.

Those abs had been privy to Callum, up until now. Eerily still, he finally pulled his eyes from the boy he had been expecting and dragged them to the left. There sat Nate Woods, not only a close friend, but a pitifully downtrodden man whose body rested against Oates. Against his bare. Shirtless. Torso.

A moment passed and, in that short time, all of the air in the room stagnated and froze. Though lacking the grace of a sober man, Callum stepped back toward the door and locked it, hesitating only once before he turned back toward the pair of boys huddled on the floor. "He's drunk, Nate," he said with the faint hint of a growl, "What are you doing?" His voice had a strong echo that drowned out the noise of the world outside.

He returned his gaze to Oates, elongating every second into an excruciating eternity. Beyond the tipsy sluggishness of his facial features, there was a shadowed creature staring back, seemingly devoid of any emotion. It threatened to lunge, a raw bloodlust rising into the air. Callum's muscles twitched, but he made no move. He never needed to.

"I thought I told you to lock the door." His speech was laced with familiar disappointment, but it was all implied. Nothing in his tone or body language let anything slip. It never did.

"Oates?"

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[hery]

MOOD: yea tbh

OUTFIT: clothes

LOCATION: bitch manor

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MENTIONS:
Javi

INT:
geminiy (Kei)

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Angel Cervantes

Angel gawked at the room with a childlike amazement, swinging his head around to view the high ceiling as though they had entered an entirely new world. With has hands clasped in his lap, he twiddled his thumbs, his attention split between the the tasteful decorations, the noise outside, and Kei. And a little bit of his existential crisis, but Kei was doing a good enough job distracting from that.

The mattress was plush and resembled a marshmallow, the artist's fingertips easily sinking into it. He smiled watching as the imprints in the mattress evened out. "Yeah, I get you. I live at home." He gave the tasteful, well-kept room another once over, studying the reflection of light on every polished surface. "It also feels homey. This place just kind of reminds me of a hotel."

Angel leaned back in line with Kei, whose back now lay entirely on the covers. Two hands held the artist's body upward in an obtuse angle, except one of the sides was a subconsciously bouncing leg. He looked down on Kei with a grin, but it wasn't long before the boy bounced back up. Their forms hung off the side of the mattress, facing one another like a conversation at a slumber party. Except Angel had shoes on and he didn't want to be rude.

Kei started to speak, and Angel attentively nodded. Twenty grains of salt rested on the tip of his tongue. Then, what the guy said really made him start to think. Destiny... is that really the answer?

"Yeah... maybe. But determinism doesn't inherently imply a lack of free will, right?" The thoughtful junior looked away, losing his vision while his consciousness sunk into the back of his head. "Hmm. Try thinking of time in a way that's not so..." Each word was slowly and methodically chosen to best convey his meaning. "Linear."

Yeah, that sounded about right. Straight out of a Star Trek episode. "Things aren't predestined just because they are. It's thanks to your choices." He scratched the back of his clean-cut hair and laughed like it was the most obvious truth spoken. "I don't think the universe knows much of anything. Reality just bends in a way that plays out our choices before we even realize we're going to make them!"

But Angel was missing the point, and that was made clear as a delicate hand landed on his shoulder. Everything Kei was saying was nice to hear, but it couldn't change anyone's cosmic destiny. He didn't want to wait for someone else. He had a brother who constantly cried for help but couldn't do anything but push it away. Angel couldn't just... abandon him, as easy as it would be to.

The boys were close beside each other now. It was nice, somehow birthing a moment of tenderness Angel didn't know he had been searching for all this time. "Thanks for being someone who understands, Kei. And here I was starting to think every Brit was only into taxation without representation." It was easy for Angel to lose the momentum of his words, but a force in his body insisted his lips continue to move. "I'm glad this timeline brought us together," he confessed.

It was quiet, but not tense. As the two stared back at one another, a mutual sense of admiration and gratitude lingered in the air. Angel kept talking. "You're a lot like me, in a good way. It's actually kind of a freaky coincidence how much we have in common." Holding a heart swelled with joy, he went in for a hug, wrapping his arms affectionately around his friend. "I think fate was telling me how bad I needed to meet you."

Angel's head was just atop Kei's shoulder, his lips positioned right outside the shorter boy's ear. He started to speak, but hesitated. A needle pricked at Angel's heart, echoing with a pang of guilt for conjuring an image of Javi in his head. He could never stop thinking of his estranged brother as a way to deny himself good things. After everything, it was just something that couldn't be helped.

At last, he whispered, "You're one of my people." The muggy heat of his breath tickled the ear's interior, a side effect of communicating mid-hug. Is this what catharsis feels like?

code by valen t.

 

[Harrowhark]

MOOD: Not thinking about lillian

OUTFIT: ur egirl dream ig

LOCATION: Home

basics

MENTIONS:
Lillian, Matt, Bongwater

INT:
Ash Winona

tags

TL;DR I dont wanna be sad, I wanna give head

tl;dr

Roxanne

—Drink

The whole time, Rox never registered the fact that she was going to the apartment that she shared with Lillian to hook up with someone else. Even when she took 30 seconds to fit the key in the door or when they got inside, Lillian didn’t cross her mind. The tsunami of party, alcohol, and weed had pushed all negativity out of her mind. The kiss certainly helped with that. She eagerly reciprocated, though it was much too short.

Bedroom. Yes, that was a good spot for this. Who else but Rox would take their hookup straight to the bed they shared with a more committed lover. “This way.” For once most of the apartment was clean, the hallway had been cleared out in anticipation for Matt’s arrival. Rox led Ash to the bedroom door, almost stepping on Bongwater as he came to greet her. “Hey kitty.” That should’ve made her feel something. They’d adopted him together, he was like their child, but she wanted to ignore all things Lillian, especially the parts that made her feel pangs of guilt.

“You don’t need in here,” She whispered to him, pushing him gently away from the door’s opening with her foot. “After you.” Rox followed Ash in, a small moment of sadness peeking in upon seeing the clear evidence that someone else lived in the room with her. As she shut the literal door, she shut the metaphorical one in her mind on the thoughts of Lillian. No more of that. Only this. Only Ash.

Rox acted the moment she’d successfully blocked out those unsavory thoughts. Kissing Ash was all she needed to feel as she backed her towards the bed. Goodbye Lillian and all of their love, hello soft curves and alcohol laced lips.

code by valen t.