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

[Kio.exe]

MOOD: who even the fuck knows

OUTFIT: Whatever the fuck I put for him before

LOCATION: the fair

basics

MENTIONS:
NA
INT:
Lucky ( gh0stwriter )

tags

TL;DR Danny sounds like an idiot.

tl;dr

Daniel Cooper

You’re not the only one...

TW: Abuse mentioned, no detail.

Before he even said a word, Danny could feel the anger bubbling up in Lucky, like one of those geysers in national parks. And as his first words came spewing out, Danny could feel himself flinch, instinctively.

“Oh, I don’t know, Danny, maybe the fact that I’m here. That after spending the last three years in New York with my dad which was a fucking blast, by the way…I got out. I have a shot to do…something.”

Danny had been ready for this, but it didn’t stop the small wave of panic that washed over him as Lucky finally met his eyes. This hadn’t been what he wanted, no not at all.

“And I’m not gonna let the fact that I’ve reminded you of my existence get in the way of that."

That hurt. Didn’t Lucky know that Danny had never forgotten him, not once? Not even when he’d been in the hospital after that...unfortunate accident with his father. Half dead and conked out on drugs, Danny had remembered him. If only he could just understand what Danny had been through. Lucky knew some of it, of course, but not all. Certainly not all.

"So, I’m just making sure that we’re on the same page. My business is just that. MINE.”

Danny was ashamed at the fact that he flinched again as Lucky stepped closer, his breath hitching. He was trying his best to keep his breathing steady, to remain unruffled and calm, but he couldn't. Not with so many emotions and memories on the surface.

“Cause if I find out different. Brisket won’t be the only thing you need to fear. Got it?”

No longer able to look at Lucky, Danny closed his eyes, wishing everything would just go away. He cursed himself for being unable to speak, unable to do anything but stand there, trembling like a damned idiot.

“I…” Danny said, wincing.

Fuck. Spit it out.

“I...I’m…”

Really?

“I’m...sorry…’bout your dad, Lucky,” Danny finally breathed, opening his eyes. Words had gotten out, but that wasn’t what he’d been trying to say. A resigned sigh slipped from him before he continued.

“Look...Lucky, you know ‘bout my dad too, okay? Or most ‘f it anyways,” he began, cursing his awkwardness. “I...you...he…”

Fuck. You sound like a babbling idiot.

A pained expression contorted Danny’s features as he tried to finish. “Y’know what he did t’ me Lucky. No one...no one here knows either. They don’ know ‘bout me or you, alright? I didn’t tell ‘em. Any of it,” he took a breath, the hand that had been fidgeting with his shirt buttons the entire time finally dropping. “So go ahead and tell ‘em Lucky, if you want. If it’ll help you not to be so angry. Tell ‘em that Danny Cooper—brisket boy—spent more time in the hospital growin’ up then he did at home,” a dead laugh came from his throat, as Danny shook his head.

“Tell ‘em that his father used him as a punchin’ bag for 15 years and he did nothin’ to change that, yeah Lucky? You weren’t the only one goin’ through stuff y’know. And yet here I am. I’m not angry, not like you are, not really,” he said, his voice still level and calm. Another chuckle escaped him, followed by a long sigh.

“So...are you goin’ to punch me or not? Cuz bein’ here…” Danny shrugged, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. “Bein’ here and bein’ able to tell you this is worth whatever comes next.”

Danny finished speaking, growing quiet, his eyes never leaving Lucky’s as he waited, still that criminal on the stand. And if Lucky decided to hate him, to never speak to him again, Danny’s would find a way to live with that.

“So...what’s it gonna be?”

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[Kio.exe]

MOOD: why

OUTFIT: Black sweatpants and white jean jacket

LOCATION: the car

basics

MENTIONS:
NA
INT:
Casey ( fin )

tags

TL;DR Oli is going fucking insane.

tl;dr

Oliver James

I think I’m in shock.

One second, Oli had been driving, the road empty and that god damned beach to the left. The next, there was a car, and he swerved, barely missing it. When they pulled over, he was surprisingly calm. He sat, staring at the steering wheel as Casey yelled at him, unhearing and unfeeling as she slammed her palm against his chest.

When she moved to climb out of the car, he merely blinked, his shoulders slumped. No, he didn’t want to go to the fair but he couldn’t very well sit at home either. He stepped out of the car on shaky legs, brushing past Casey and walking to the opposite side of the road, where the beach was. Since it was fall, and it was cold there were not many people there. Hollywood beach was known for its waves, perfect for surfing and today was no different. They crashed against the shore, and up close the “crash shh” was much louder.

Was he in shock? Is that what this awful calm that he felt was? A poem he had heard once in English class streamed through his hand, and a laugh devoid of emotion slipped from him.

She loved the ocean
Because every time
The waves left the shore
They would come back

Wasn’t it funny? Wasn’t it funny how he was still here and Rosalie wasn’t? Life likes to screw you over like that, he supposed. Life likes to take any good thing that walks into your life and destroy it, laughing all the while. Oliver didn’t know if Casey had followed him and he didn’t particularly care. The fair was not even 500 metres down the road, and he could see the Ferris wheel from where he stood.

Stripping off his shoes and stepping over the guard rail, Oli walked down to just where the wet sand met the rest of the beach—the line where the waves had touched. Another dead laugh slipped from him as he stood there, his blue eyes pinned on the waves.

He could feel his heart, beating in his chest, pounding so loud and so hard, he was sure people could hear it. He was dizzy and steady all at once, like the world was spinning and he was not. Was he breathing? He didn’t think so.

A wave reached up, clawing for his feet and stopping just short. Oliver frowned, stepping back. He didn’t peel his eyes away from the waves long enough to see if Casey was there, but regardless he spoke, his voice quiet.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

He didn’t know which person he was talking to.

code by valen t.

 

[mogy]

if it wasn't clear by now... i like podcasts

A common fact everybody is so confident in is that there are three potential responses to a dangerous or stressful event a person can have; fight, flight, or freeze. But that is actually wrong, as there is evidence of a very unfamiliar phenomenon—or a so-called fourth response—scientifically denominated as 'reassure me, daddy' that occurs when all three of the known responses fail and the mentioned person simply finds themselves at a crossroads about what to do to avoid the situation. Seeking reassurance about potential action from the nearest person to them is what the Latin name (daddibus reassuribus) originated from... But here is what happens when the designated 'daddy' answers back with a question:

"I mean if I do go over there, what if he was just waving to say hello and doesn't actually want to talk to me..." Oates kept a sort of smile on his face as he talked, his eyes concerned. "But then again if I don't go over there and he wanted me to, it would just be plain awkward, and you know me Rome, I love awkward, but not this kind of awkward..." The boy rambled, his hand in the air still waving to Callum, though a little bit slower and more uncomfortable (to see).

"And also when did he make a friend? He isn't an overly social person... This doesn't make sense, Rome." Oates looked at his friend, finally putting his waving hand down. He knew Rome didn't like Callum and the other way around, but he hoped that somehow Rome would've magically came up with a solution that made everybody happy (see, what did I tell you—daddibus reassuribus). Maybe it was a new boyfriend or perhaps Callum was just plain unhappy with Oates as his boyfriend so he mysteriously flourished when Oates made the misery that was their relationship disappear.

Oh no. Now he was thinking about their relationship and that usually ended in crying these last few days... Thankfully, the rage Rome would feel if Oates ruined the makeup for Callum of all people was stronger than his will to feel awful and miserable forever and ever.

And that was when Callum started walking over.

oates

MOOD: forever happy, unless callum

LOCATION: the fair

INTERACTIONS: rome, callum

MENTIONS: jace

TAGS: @LowkeyLovingLoki, hery , Winona

TL;DR: lets be basic and say no

code by valen t.

 

[ohdittoh]

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... michael reid ...

MOOD

fuck...

LOCATION

fairgrounds

TAGS

nate Winona (ronnie mentioned hery )

Mike shook his head, chuckling and grinning. “Psh…I’m ditching right now ‘cuz I didn’t do it earlier.” He kicked his foot against the pavement with another chuckle. “Fairs aren’t really my style, either— aside from the gourd judging.” He shrugged, blowing out a long puff of air. “I really should’ve even come tonight, ya know…”

What’d he gotten from this? Another pain in his neck? Another thing that he could use in his head to justify the fact that he’d blown up at her Friday? Another event that wasted his fucking time? Another headache because he’d had to deal with the cardinal cardinal cockblock who made him smell like her shitty perfume? Fuck, he guessed that that was all, and none of those things were beneficial.

“I missed the fucking gourd judging, too. Harvey Thompson, last year? Won the whole thing by a fucking landslide with that white pumpkin. Fucker was huge— 922 ellbees and six oozees,” he sighed. “Guess this year, I won’t see what he’s got. Fuck, I was rooting for him. Even gave him my business card, in case he wanted me to model with a pumpkin or something.” He laughed softly. “Maybe that could be Karma’s Touch’s first photo-op, huh? Make a calendar of us posing half-naked, as ya do. Title it Karma’s Touch and the Punkass Pumpkins— pff, sounds more like a children’s book than anything, though. Regardless, ya know…I think we could make a killing.”

He chuckled softly, and then he went quiet for a moment.

His neck was still in pain. What the fuck was up with that? What was it now?

He groaned softly, rubbing his neck again. “My damn neck…,” he muttered. “It won’t stop fucking pinching. Don’t know what’s up with that.”

He did know what was up with that. He was feeling guilty.

Feeling guilty. Again.

The whole fucking reason why he’d come on this damn date in the first place was because he wanted to be rid of that annoying pain in his neck. He’d “apologized” to Ronnie because of it, he’d gone all week rejecting the countless (much hotter than Ronnie) underclassmen who asked him out because of it, and he’d forced himself to come on this fucking date because of it.

And now, it was back. Back with a vengeance.

Fuck this shit.

“Ya know what I can’t stand?” He looked at Nate. “Fucking caring, man.” He laughed. "Like, what the fuck is that? I just want to jam out on sax, slam out on sex, and live my fucking life, ya know?"

code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​

 

[gh0stwriter]

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Lucky

MOOD

pissed

LOCATION

the fall fair

TAGS

Kio.exe

TW: Child Abuse Mentioned (Not detailed)

Lucky’s impatience grew as he waited for Danny to stop stammering through his words. It wasn’t a difficult question, was it? Just don’t say anything. His life and the events in it were off limits. End of story. This wasn’t some backhanded attempt to rekindle a relationship. He wanted absofuckinglutely nothing from him. He maintained eye contact awaiting a response. Any sign that the taller boy understood the words that were coming out of his mouth.

“I’m...sorry…’bout your dad, Lucky,” Danny finally breathed, opening his eyes.

Lucky huffed and rolled his eyes. He didn’t need an apology. He didn’t need anything from him. And he definitely didn't need Danny being so fucking calm when he had basically threatened to end him if he breathed a word about what he knew. But Danny was always the one to keep him in check. They balanced each other out well. He challenged Danny to take risks and Danny made sure those risks didn’t end in their mutual destruction. Partners. At least they were.

“Look...Lucky, you know ‘bout my dad too, okay? Or most ‘f it anyways,” he began, cursing his awkwardness. “I...you...he…”

Lucky’s eyes fell when Danny mentioned his own father. Neither one of them had really gotten lucky in the dad department, but at least he could remember a time when his dad was normal. Hell, he was great at one point and then he wasn’t. Danny never had that and to be honest, Lucky wasn’t sure which was worse. But if you asked him, Lucky would say it his was worse. He took in a deep breath remembering when Danny had come over one weekend. His dad had done a number on his face. Split lip. Black eye. Lucky was ready to go take a bat to his skull, but Dan had begged him not to. Said it would only make things worse for him. So he dropped it.

He took another deep breath. Still frustrated that he was able to keep such a calm tone. Lucky wanted a fight. Between the awkward meeting with Jace, Nic being a drunken douchebag on Twitter and this. He needed to punch something…preferably something that would fight back.

“Tell ‘em that his father used him as a punchin’ bag for 15 years and he did nothin’ to change that, yeah Lucky? You weren’t the only one goin’ through stuff y’know. And yet here I am. I’m not angry, not like you are, not really,” he said, his voice still level and calm.

Not angry? Well woo-fucking-hoo for you. Lucky rolled his eyes again as his hands fell to his sides, both of them balling into fists. Waiting and hoping that Danny would raise his voice. Step out of line just a slight bit so he could finally take out a little bit of aggression. Of course, he didn’t. Calm and collected. The Daniel Cooper way.

“So...are you goin’ to punch me or not? Cuz bein’ here…” Danny shrugged, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. “Bein’ here and bein’ able to tell you this is worth whatever comes next.”

He wanted to. God, he really fucking wanted to, but that’d bring attention to a relationship he’d much rather pretend never happened.

“So...what’s it gonna be?”

Lucky clenched his jaw, his eyes closing for a moment as he took a series of short, deep breaths. His eyes opened and he looked up at Danny. “I’m not gonna hit you.” He said in the calmest voice he could muster. “I’m glad you’re not angry. I’m glad you’ve moved on. And I’m glad this little talk of ours has been cathartic for you, I really am.” He said with the faint hint of sarcasm. “But fuck you.” The fire in Lucky’s eyes returned.

“Fuck you for acting all high and mighty cause you’ve made peace or whatever. When we both know, if it was reversed…I wouldn’t have left you.” He said stepping back and clearing his throat. “I’m…” He sighed. “I’m just gonna go.” Lucky said softly as he slipped his hands in his pockets and walked away not wanting to drag it out any longer.

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[ohdittoh]

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... trevor callaghan ...

MOOD

...

LOCATION

his apartment-- on the couch

TAGS

ash Winona

The moments after the words left his mouth felt as if they were hours long.

The blade had fallen. The deed had been done. Now, bleeding out on the guillotine was his limp body, and in the basket was his head, alive for an instant, trying its best to breathe or to scream or to say or do or register anything.

She covered her face with her hands. Her exhale sounded like a roar.

She was going to start crying. She was going to stand up and yell at him. She was going to remain quiet and stomp out. She was going to laugh in his face. She was going to throw him the hasty excuse of needing to pee and then dash off into the bathroom until Charlie or Amy or Jo came home. She was going to do something— she was going to do something— but she certainly wasn’t going to accept it.

She didn’t need to.

He had lied.

He had lied right to her face, over and over and over and over again. Surely, he’d broken her trust. She’d want nothing to do with him. She’d never want to see his face again. She’d slam his name, she’d interject that he was a prick in every conversation about him, she’d flip him off any time she had to see him, and she’d walk away with a never let me see you again. She wasn’t usually that kind of girl, he knew, but she would this time.

She had to this time.

There was no way that they were recovering from this.

As much as he’d hoped, he knew that they wouldn’t. He knew that they could never go back to being friends. He knew that that was not an option now. One couldn’t just turn back time. One couldn’t just wish that feelings didn’t exist— and, as tonight had shown, one couldn’t just ignore it and chat like it never happened.

He hated this. He hated watching her hold her face in the seconds that stretched into days. He hated waiting for her response. He wanted to die. He wanted to die right there. He wanted his head, in that basket, to cease to think.

It was too late to get out of this. The words had been uttered. The truth had been spoken. The ugly, rabid truth. The one that would surely destroy their relationship and any good thing that Ash thought of Trevor.

Good things.

He had no good things.

This confession was the first good thing that he had done.

Other than that, he was utterly pathetic.

Pathetic for lying to her. Pathetic for lying to everyone else. Pathetic for thinking that he could just walk away and act like nothing ever happened. Pathetic for thinking that he could just ignore her for the rest of his life.

Pathetic.

He waited for those words to come from her mouth. He waited to hear her voice say it:

Pah-theh-tic.

Instead, he was met with a laugh.

So she’d opted for the laugh in his face option.

At least it was a cute laugh.

Her hands fell from her face, and her eyes met his.

She was smiling.

Smiling?

He waited for impact.

Say it…

She was still smiling, and she shook her head.

“Hey, I…”

Her eyes broke away from his.

She stopped smiling.

What was she doing?

She moved closer to him.

There was no space between them now.

He watched her face from his side.

What…

Her hand reached out.

What was going on?

Her hand touched his.

His heart stilled.

His throat closed.

He couldn’t breathe.

She laced her fingers with his.

He didn’t know what she was doing.

She pulled his hand to her lap.

His heart kicked. His head was swimming.

What was going on…?

“I, uh…”

You’re pathetic, Trevor.

She was going to say that. He felt it.

So what if she was holding his hand? So what if she had pulled their hands to her lap and squeezed them?

She was going to reject him.

He was just waiting for the words.

Repeat them after him:

You’re pathetic, Trevor.

She looked up at him again, and she smiled, squeezing his hand tighter.

Her lips opened.

His eyes stared at them as they formed her next words:

“I like you, too, Trevor.”

The words hung over his head as his eyes widened.

No.

What?

No, no, no.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

A smile spread across his face.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

He squeezed her hand back.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

She was supposed to, after laughing in his face, stand up and leave.

She was supposed to call him pathetic. She was supposed to say that she never wanted to see him again her entire life. She was supposed to get up, walk away, and leave him to sulk.

She was supposed to reject him.

She…

She liked him back.

She liked him back!

There was…

Shite.

Shite, shite, shite.

His heart fluttered in his chest.

He had prepared for the worst. He had hoped for the worst. If it had been the worst, he would have, at least, known what to do.

But now, his lips had formed a smile, his heart fluttered in his chest, and he had no fucking clue.

And he felt great, and he felt terrible.

She liked him back.

She liked him back!

“You…what?” His cheeks were red. “You…”

He turned further towards her.

Had he really heard her right…?

“No way…”

The words came from his mouth before he could stop them, and he shook his head, laughing in unbelief. “No way…no way, no way…!”

He couldn’t stop smiling. He felt like an idiot. No, no, he was an idiot—

And for some reason, Ash liked him?

This was crazy. This was too good to be true. Had he passed out? Was this a dream? Was he hallucinating?

The hand in his felt real. The smile on her face looked real.

He pulled his leg up, resting it on the couch, so that he could use his free, shaky hand to run a hand through his hair. “There’s…”

No way…

He laughed softly. “You…like…me…? Me?”

He leaned closer to her. “Ya…”

She…

“This is the worst idea of yer life,” he muttered, but he was smiling. “I’m…bad medicine…”

He gave her hand a squeeze, and he looked down at their intertwined.

“But I…like how yer hand fits in mine…” His eyes trailed up to her. “And…”

He leaned in and kissed her lips, breathless.

He pulled back with a smile. “I gotta say…yer lips fit pretty nicely, too," he teased.

code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​

 

[Winona]

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Nate

INTERACTIONS

Mike

MENTIONS

Evie, Liv, Ellie, Chas, Gus

TAGS

ohdittoh

Oh yeah, Nate fucking got it.

That had been the motto that he'd lived by ever since the whole Chas fucking him over incident. Nearing the end of sophomore year, when Chas had royally screwed him over, Nate had... cut ties with most of his old friends. Chas, fucking obviously, but also Ellie. Liv. Liv had been harder than most because by that point, she'd been like...

They had been close. Really fucking close.

But Nate had snipped everyone in fell swoop. Gone. Done. Disappeared from his life and it was right about then that he'd taken on the whole "mysterious, doesn't talk" vibe. Sure, it had been easy enough to assume that identity when he'd already stuck to himself aside from that handful of old friends. Only Chas had actually known the important shit -- such as how to contact his fucking sister, apparently, and thinking about it now filled Nate with anger again.

All he'd had was this one last fucking year, and Nate would be free from this school and his classmates, and he'd sworn that this year would be the same as last year. He'd end it with the same number of close allies that he'd started it with.

Which was zero.

But now that cocky grin that had been on his face faltered, because Nate fucking knew that as much as he might not want to feel shit. As much as he might not want to fucking care, he was weak. Yes, that's right. Nathan Leslie Woods was a weak son of a bitch and he'd done the one thing he swore he wouldn't.

He fucking cared about Evie.

"Yeah, yeah," he agreed with Mike. Nate laughed, but it faltered a bit. "That's the only way to fucking live, ya know. Sleeping in until fucking two in the afternoon, rolling up to some sleazy club, you rock out on the sax, I'll... scream or some shit, and then we'll end the night banging drunk chicks." Ah, now that right there. That right there sounded like a heavenly existence to Nate.

Except that he'd kind of stopped hooking up with anyone.

Other than Evie, of course.

Gus has been his last hookup. His last fuck buddy. The last thing that was keeping him afloat and keeping any kind of "oh, maybe I do have feelings" from flickering through his thoughts. Spending the nights he wasn't with Evie in Gus's bed had been the final little gate standing between himself and the blatant truth.

And Gus had stopped fucking him because of Evie.

And the blatant truth was right there.

"Caring is for dumbasses." Hypocrite.

"If you think Harvey Thompson's pumpkin was huge, you should see some of the ones back in Kansas. Those fuckers take gourd judging fucking seriously. My brother had this huge ass one last year -- so big we weren't even sure we'd be able to get it to the fair." His lips twitched up into a faint smile for a moment before falling once more.

Maybe distracting from the caring conversation by mentioning his family wasn't the way to go.

But everyone knew he was from fucking Kansas, so...

Might as well talk about it.

code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​

 

[ohdittoh]

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... michael reid ...

MOOD

at least i'm not utterly miserable anymore

LOCATION

fairgrounds

TAGS

nate Winona (ronnie and evie mentioned hery jasmyn )

“For dumbasses, grandmas, and people with attachment issues,” Mike agreed, sighing softly.

What did that say about him? What category did he fall into, huh?

Grandmas. Mike was definitely a grandma. Couldn’t you tell by his gray hair, crinkled skin, and saggy butt? Did the neck flaps not give it away?

He chuckled. “Pff, I fucking love gourds. Something about them makes me just wanna…go up to ‘em and give them a good smack, ya know?” He made a spanking motion of his hand in the air. “Bahp, bahp…” He laughed, shaking his head. “Nah, but I don’t know, man. I didn’t want to come to the fair for any reason besides that, and now look at me— that haunted house?” He laughed again. “The bitchshee was screeching her damn head off, obviously faking it. Guess she thinks that she can be, I dunno, manipulative or cute or whatever— doesn’t fucking work on her, ‘cuz she doesn’t come close whatsoever.”

He shook his head, and he chuckled. The pain in his neck only got worse when he talked about her. “I’m holding out for the days that I can just, ya know…lay back in pools of money, getting my abs stroked by bottle blondes with silicone tits, and not have to worry about a damn thing.” He laughed. “’Til then, guess I’m stuck dealing with little bitchy redheaded simps.” His lips curled into a scowl. “Named Veronica Crosby.” He scoffed. “You know what? Ha— the little bitch actually tried to flirt with me. It was fucking abysmal— I almost felt sorry for her.”

He shrugged his shoulders with a laugh, kicking at the ground again. “Another thing: she tried to seductively eat a candy apple, for some reason.” He laughed again. “She looked like the was going to puke or something— eyes big like a constipated cat, lips stretched super thin, whole look.” He mimicked it, widening his eyes, pulling his upper lip and and his lower lip down, clenching his teeth, and tugging his mouth all the way back. He burst into laughter, his expression breaking.

It really was a funny image— the tiny wannabe trying to appear seductive while aggressively biting a crisp apple and getting the caramel all over herself— but laughing at it still sent a shock through his neck.

“Oh, god…,” he sighed as he calmed down. “I just gotta ask— why in the hell do you think that she is such a simpy little rat thing? Are all little virgin girls like that? Can she just not cope with the fact that no one will ever love her back?” he laughed. “I mean, fuck’s sake— I don’t get simping in the first place, but goddamn, Ronnie takes it to a whole new fucking plane. That’s the only impressive thing about her— her simpiness.” He paused, and then chuckled. “That, and how flat her chest is. It’s as flat as the earth before Columbus.”

He laughed again. “Anyway, Nate— you’re here with Evie, right?” He grinned, teasingly adding. “You two dating or something?” He laughed, shaking his head dismissively, signaling that he was kidding. “Don’t think that the world could handle you two sexy motherfuckers together,” he laughed. “Groupevie’s the highest she’s getting, yeah?”

code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​

 

[Winona]

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Ash

INTERACTIONS

Trevor

MENTIONS

N/A

TAGS

ohdittoh

He was cute.

Not something Ash had ever thought she would think about Trevor Callaghan, fuck boy supreme, stoner, and pedovan owner, and yet here she was. Seated on his couch for the second time, the distance between them gone, and her heart pounding so hard and so fast in her chest that it felt as if it might burst out. Her stomach was nothing but butterflies -- that swirling, spinning, warm fuzzy feeling that she hadn't felt in... in... months.

Even before her breakup with Nico, in the last couple months of their relationship, Ash certainly hadn't felt like this.

Briefly, she thought about what would happen if she could go back to freshman year -- to her first party, when scrawny Trevor Callaghan had come up to her and used that ridiculous pickup line. And Ash had laughed at him, probably told him something dumb like "better luck next time," and left. And from there it had just been... he'd just been... Trevor Callaghan.

Until last week, she'd had... maybe two or three conversations with him outside of parties. Ash had hardly known him -- Ash hadn't even known that Trevor wasn't his first name. It was weird to admit to having feelings for someone that she barely knew, especially when at first glance, they were... the total opposite of the guys Ash normally dated.

Her smile only widened the more that Trevor freaked out, repeating the words no way. Like she said, it was cute. It was obvious that he didn't believe her, or that she hadn't expected her to return the feelings, or... anything along those lines.

“This is the worst idea of yer life,” he muttered, but he was smiling. “I’m…bad medicine…”

Her heart stilled in her chest at his words. They echoed in her ears, and left her breathless for a moment as she was reminded that... yeah... maybe he was, in a way. He was a fuck boy, and they didn't date, and they didn't change. They said what they could to get a girl into bed, and for a moment, when her heart stilled, some deeper part of her brain worried that that might be all this was. Some kind of... ridiculously elaborate plan to sleep with her and that would be it.

“But I…like how yer hand fits in mine…”

The worry dissipated when he squeezed her hand and her heart starting thumping again in her chest, and the butterflies stirred back up, and Ash could barely breathe as his eyes met hers again. Because yeah, maybe the logical part of her brain was screaming out all of these reasons on why this was a bad idea, but the unthinking part of her brain -- the part of her brain that was caught up in the moment -- overruled that with thoughts of it's Trevor Callaghan, and he would never do anything to hurt her.

He was... different.

Yeah.

He leaned in and kissed her and she had to say, kissing Trevor was much better when they weren't drunk.

At least Trevor seemed to have gotten his words back, while Ash lost her own. Well, lost them more than she had them before. It was at this point, this standstill of where they went from here. Did they start dating, or did they call it here?

The growing tension of the past week -- hell, of the past couple months -- had all built up to this night, like a rollercoaster approaching the peak. And now they were at that peak, teetering, and their words, their admittances to feelings that they both had tried to shove down and ignore, had brought them to that peak. But now there was the after.

The what happened next.

In Ash's opinion, the hardest part. The "great, but where do we go from here" part.

Ash shifted so that she wasn't facing Trevor and instead was leaning back against the couch beside him. She stretched one leg out and let it dangle off the couch while she tucked her other leg underneath her. Her gaze broke from Trevor's so that she could look down at their hands. Her fingers still intertwined with his and her heart skipped a beat as the reality set in. As the emotionally charged tension in the air finally started to fade and Ash didn't have to think about everything she did, about every little move she made, about every little breath she took, or look she gave, or the way she moved.

Now, with their words laid out before them, Ash didn't have to stress.

"What happens next?" Ash asked. Her thumb brushed against his hand and she bit into her bottom lip for a moment before she turned her gaze back to him, her head tilting slightly as she spoke. Her teeth ground into her lip while she searched for her words, trying to piece together her thoughts so that she could speak.

"Like, like, you're not..." her words died on her tongue. She wanted to ask, to clarify, to make sure that this wasn't some kind of trick to sleep with her and then move on, but Ash couldn't. When she saw the excitement in his eyes, the shakiness in his hands, heard the happiness in his words... well, she didn't have to ask. She already knew the answer to that question.

It didn't mean she still wasn't a little scared.

Ash smiled. "Like, do we just... we're not going back to where we were before, right?"

A redundant question, really, because there was no way they could now.

code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​

 

[natsukashii]

Hunter Drake

It was though Hunter didn't like Liv or even that he didn't want to be around her. What happened between them was a year ago and he has moved past it (clearly or why would he be head over heels for Nickie). But at the same time, he didn't want to be near her at this moment, but per the usual he came to expect a lack of respect for what he probably wanted from Livanna Moore.

"Wanna play a game?"

He looked at her with an almost narrowed, annoyed stare. Her tone was baiting him and before he even realized it, Liv had hooked him like the unintentional sucker he felt like when she tugged on his hand.

Hunter couldn't tell if she was insanely strong or that, on some level, he actually wanted to go with her. This was because of the lack of resistance on his end. In the back of his mind, the boy couldn't stop thinking about Nickie and how bad this would look out of context, especially with his hand touching Liv's. And then, for a split second, Hunter remembered last year. Even if it was short, he might've started to remember just how nice Liv was when she wanted to be. Fun, too. Liv was definitely a lot of fun.

As they came to a stop at the ring toss and Liv looked at him almost with a pleading glance, he rolled his eyes. "I'm not sure.." Came his response of hesitation. He didn't say it, but he wanted to deny only because of how this might look on the off-chance Nickie came along. It was bad enough that things with her were rocky, if she caught him with someone else, Hunter feared he might not be able to salvage anything with her.

"We don't have to like each other to have fun. You afraid of a little competition, Drake?"

And that was it. Hunter's pride couldn't let him deny this any longer.

"Fine," he stated, sighing out his annoyance and cracking a smirk.

As he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his wallet. "This should be enough for a few rounds, yeah?" He asked the person at the booth, handing them a few dollar bills.

He turned to Liv and smiled at her. "Ladies first! Or is chivalry something that's frowned upon now?"

Yeah, Liv wasn't the only one who could bait someone.

location

fall fair

mood

ah, what the hell?

outfit

boy looks like a rich bum

tags

Liv Soap || Mentioned: Nickie ohdittoh

coded by natasha.

 

[hery]

MOOD: at long last

OUTFIT: clothes

LOCATION: fairgrounds

basics

MENTIONS:
too much work

INT:
Winona (Jace)
mogy (Oates)
@LowkeyLovingLoki (Rome)

tags

TL;DR no

tl;dr

Callum Richards

Callum's heart broke a little at Oates' small, awkward wave. It had only been a week and he was already acting like they were strangers. He faltered, but he wouldn't look defeated in front of him and Rome. How much more firmly could he insist that he needed to be with Oates? Isn't that passion, vehemently pleading for things to work out? He wouldn't give Rome the satisfaction of admitting defeat and resigning to be a scumbag for the rest of his life.

"Jace, c'mon, that's the Oates I was telling you about," he informed the blonde boy, ignoring his dumbstruck expression, "Now's my chance to get him back. You coming?" A wave of invigoration encompassed him as he donned an uncharacteristically ecstatic smile, one out of joy instead of wicked satisfaction. There was no reason Cal had to get this lucky; he fully expected Oates to show up, but never did he foresee himself coming across the boy in the sea of couples strolling about the fairgrounds.

Watching Rome and Oates discuss amongst themselves was beginning to make Callum antsy. Is he trying to talk Oat out of it again...?

A seething rage boiled up in Callum, but he didn't dare to so much as twitch in front of them. He had to play along. Appease the both of them if he wanted to resolve this. And there was little time for rumination; any minute, Rome could whisper in Oat's ear and the two would turn around and abscond just as quickly as they'd arrived.

Callum stood still for a brief amount of time, slowing his waving to a stop and letting his smile fade. He couldn't channel outward bliss and enthusiasm for more than a few moments and, even if he could, that would just be strange. Cal forcing a smile is more horrifying than the fear-inducing, ball-crushing Dearra Star's meanest, angriest scowl. Breathe, Cal. You got this.

The lanky, lethargic boy stalked over to Rome and Oates, his hands stuffed into his pockets. He appeared as indifferent as ever, his mouth turned in a slight frown, complementing his infamous cold, dead stare. He stopped in front of the boys, taking just a moment to size them up. They were normally so bright—so chipper. It was as though Callum's presence had extinguished the flames in their hearts like some sort of evil stepmother. He's nervous. Is that a good thing? They were watching him. Waiting for him to speak. Holding on to every tense, silent second as though Callum's words would decide the fate of their lives forever.

"Hey, Oat," he greeted his ex-boyfriend, his eyes softening ever so slightly. There was a glint in Oat's eye, and Cal suspected he, too, exhibited a sign of emotions buried within a week of longing and self-doubt. He looked over to Rome and nodded curtly, failing to look him in the eye.

"I, uh... I bet you didn't expect to see me here," he stated nervously, chuckling awkwardly, "Do you wanna, uh, come hang out with me and Jace? Or just... talk for a bit?"

code by valen t.

 

[hery]

MOOD: actin... up

OUTFIT: clothes

LOCATION: da sky B)

basics

MENTIONS:
too much work

INT:
@LowkeyLovingLoki (Chase)

tags

TL;DR no

tl;dr

Javier Cervantes

Javier's jaw dropped reflexively; he had assumed the friend was an old boyfriend that had broken Chase's heart or something to that effect. He grew hot and red-faced with shame, embarrassed and regretful to have dug that out of Chase during such a serene moment. Just as he was gearing up to force out a "Shit, sorry man," Chase cut him off, causing Javi to blink with surprise. It was obviously a sore topic, or, at the very least, Chase's tolerance for all of this openness was wearing thin. He had done good enough so far—Javi wouldn't press it.

Javi gripped Chase's hand back tightly when he was dragged up out of his seat. The importance of firm handshakes had been drilled into his head for so many years that the first thing that came to mind as manly to Javi was his firm death grip, rivaling that of rigor mortis. That was one of the many reasons why Javi never stuck to one partner; he could dish out a mean callus if he held hands long enough. At least, that's what he presumed to be the case. The only thing Javi knew about calluses came from his guitar lessons.

He peered out of the window, scanning the distant fairgrounds for an embarrassingly long amount of time until he spotted the couple in question. He guffawed at Chase's observations, looking at him with mock concern as to how the hell he could come up with a story so elaborate. "The fuck kind of moron is that? If you're gonna be a lady magnet, you get tested regularly. Jesus." he spat, engaged in the world the smaller boy next to him was creating, "I mean, fuck, man... if the sex is that good and they both got it, I guess it wouldn't be the worst thing to keep hooking up, right?"

Realizing he'd gone too far on a tangent, Javi laughed off his comments and listened to the rest, just barely catching something about a chihuahua. He always hated those little rats—he hated to be stereotypical, but his tía had a chihuahua named Chavo and damn was he the most unbearable little tyrant in the world. He'd gotten in trouble on more than one occasion after claiming he was going to roast the yappy thing on a spit at the dinner table.

That was one thing Javi liked about living out of the house and staying the hell away from his family: no family dinners. No one breathing down his neck and screaming at him to grow up, only to treat him like a misbehaving ten year-old when he said something crass. God, Javi didn't miss Chavo. Not in the slightest.

"I, uh... alright," Javi began, feeling a little lost on where to start. He was never much of an actor; reading lines off of the script always induced the most choppy, robotic manner of speech in him. It probably didn't help that his reading comprehension was horrendous as well.

"Well, Deborah," he mocked the man, using his deepest, most guttural voice possible, "You, uh... you gotta decide. It's eitha the dog 'a me. And I, uh, I know Jimmy ain't payin' ya goddamn pahking tickets. How much time do ya need to spend in the nail salon, woman?" Javi's voice eventually devolved (or evolved, really) from his awkward, monotone acting voice to a warped Jersey accent as he got into character.

Who in the hell does this for fun?

code by valen t.

 

[Kio.exe]

MOOD: desperate

OUTFIT: Whatever the fuck I put for him before

LOCATION: the fair

basics

MENTIONS:
NA
INT:
Lucky ( gh0stwriter )

tags

TL;DR Danny sounds like an idiot.

tl;dr

Daniel Cooper

Don’t go...

“I’m not gonna hit you. I’m glad you’re not angry. I’m glad you’ve moved on. And I’m glad this little talk of ours has been cathartic for you, I really am.”

Danny wasn’t stupid. Lucky didn’t mean a word he said. And that was fine, he told himself. It was Danny’s fault anyways. He wanted to say something—anything—that would let Lucky know that that wasn’t the case at all. That Danny was angry—at himself, at his father, at Lucky’s father—but not at Lucky. Never at Lucky. Danny hadn’t moved on. This conversation was the opposite of cathartic.

“I—“ Danny started to say, but he was cut off.

“But fuck you.”

As much as he tried, Danny couldn’t keep the flicker of hurt off of his face that arose at the words. It would have been useless anyways. Lucky had always been able to read him like a book, no matter how withdrawn he tried to be.

“Fuck you for acting all high and mighty cause you’ve made peace or whatever. When we both know, if it was reversed…I wouldn’t have left you.”

That was the thought that had haunted him most nights. The thought that if their roles had been reversed, Lucky would have never left him. Lucky had always been the brave one, anyways. Had always been the one to do the right thing now matter how scared he was. Whenever a decision was to be made, it had always been Lucky to do it. And Danny let him, happy that any responsibility was out of his hands. A coward. Danny was a stupid rutting coward.

“I’m…” Lucky sighed. “I’m just gonna go.”

And he walked away, hands stuffed deep into his pockets. No, don’t go, Danny longed to say. Stay here with me. Please. But he didn’t. Because he was a coward, and he knew Lucky would say no anyways.

“Lucky—“ Danny blurted without thinking, unable to keep his voice from trembling just slightly.

When he made no move to turn around, Danny raced up to him, coming to a stop directly in front of Lucky, blocking his path. “Lucky,” was all he said, not knowing what else he could say.

“I…” he whispered, green eyes boring into Lucky’s. “Lucky,” he breathed, still not sure what he was trying to say. Coward, coward, coward.

“Please don’t go.”

code by valen t.

 

[elaaraa]

MOOD: smitten

OUTFIT: kai's fall fair 'fit

LOCATION: fall fair

basics

MENTIONS:
Kane ( Kio.exe )

INT:
Kane ( Kio.exe )

tags

TL;DR kai is simping for Kane.

tl;dr

Malachi Deavan

in between being young and being right,
you were my versailles at night.

Kai rolled his eyes as he heard Kane whine, already envisioning the pout that was probably forming on his face as they walked. Such a whiny baby, he thought to himself – a smile still tucked under his lips as he thought it though. “Well, neither do I but today you’re my David and I’m Michelangelo.” He announced with a laugh, “All you have to do is just stand there and I’ll snap. It’ll go by in a breeze.” Thinking on the true connotations of Michelangelo’s David was something that made Kai have a jittery feeling in his stomach. When Michelangelo sculpted David from palm and flesh and clay, he only had one goal in mind. To create what the perfect man would look like. Kane’s pictures never needed retouching, always raw and authentic. Just like David.

“Hmm, to pick up or not to pick up, that’s the question.” He said in response to Kane, eyes scanning quickly over each and every crevice of the pumpkin patch. He didn’t want to get a pumpkin that was too large, something difficult for Kane to carry. More trouble than what it was worth. Maybe a mid-sized pumpkin, a baby pumpkin? Orange or white – the options were endless. Well, they were about to become limited seeing how many kids were now filling the pumpkin patch. Kai let out an exhale through his nose as he looked around.

He allowed Kane to tug him along really. Kai didn’t really have a specific plan at the pumpkin patch to be honest. Maybe a leeway into more casual conversation? Something to get the heat of his thoughts out of his mind. Either way, it wasn’t really helping. His eyes kept locking to his and Kane’s hands – intertwined and tugging. A warmth blossoming in his fingertips despite the cold weather. Flowers in full bloom and silk petals sliding in between. A red string perhaps tying them together.

As he and Kane happily went through the pumpkin patch, he noticed a two silhouette’s in his peripheral vision. Small and trying to tip toe their way through. He decided to turn his full attention to whatever it was. Two children, siblings by the looks of it. Each holding a pumpkin, cheeks tinged red with the cold autumn air wisping by their noses. Light kisses falling around their cheeks and their ears. Kai would be lying if he said the sight didn’t speak to him. The innocence of youth. Warm Indian summers in the middle of a desolate winter. It was almost a transfixion until he heard the hum of a familiar tune.

A song Kai remembered all too familiarly. He remembered it quite vividly, the words singing to memories gone but not forgotten. He recalled the day he saw the performance, his eyes mesmerized by what was on the stage as Kane sang. Kane and Kai always didn’t have the same musical taste per se. Kai was a bit more indie when it came to his music, indie with a hint of soft rock. Something which he adapted from his beginnings in the UK. He knew it was a bit risky to bring a genre so beloved by British people to America – maybe it wouldn’t translate well. But his gambit payed off. He procured his spot at Hollywood arts and that was all he could ask for.

He noticed the small smile dancing on Kane’s lips as he hummed, and Kai as if a slave to the piper of Hamelin did nothing but follow along, unsuspecting and uncaring. It was a beautiful tune, and Kai would lie to himself if he said it didn’t cross any boundaries in his books. The line between where Kai favoured rock music and when he began to embrace more sweeter songs like the symphony from Kane’s lips. He would occasionally touch a pumpkin, make it seem like he was actually trying to pick out something but he and Kane probably both knew very well that it wasn’t the case. The pumpkins being a façade for whatever this was. What was this? A date? Was that the word that was so hesitant to leave Kai’s lips? One would guess he believed in manifestation in some way. That if he said something enough then it would actually become true.

The tune had memories laced intricately into each note, each word and each breath the other took. Memories of being in the music room, being so there so late just doing absolutely anything and nothing. Getting yelled at by professors to get the hell out because they were taking way too long. It was all rather annoying at the time, but it was some of the times where they laughed the most. Then when he went to England it just seemed like everything was grey areas. Would Kane have thought that he was an asshole for not texting for so long? Would he have forgiven Kai if the other pleaded? He wasn’t sure, for being an open book, sometimes it was just too hard. Too hard to decide if an open book wanted to be read.

Kai turned his attention briefly to where Kane was beckoning, stars in the night sky, moonlight. It wasn’t an uncommon sight to see in Hollywood. The skies were usually clear here anyway. He knew that back home he’d have to go through it, get a telescope or go to an observatory, just be able to have a glance at what the stars were offering. But here everything was just so clear.

He stared up at the stars: and it seemed to him then that they were dancers, stately and graceful, performing a dance almost infinite in its complexity. He imagined he could see the very faces of the stars; pale, they were, and smiling gently, as if they had spent so much time above the world, watching the scrambling and the joy and the pain of the people below them, that they could not help being amused every time another little human believed itself the canter of its world, as each of us does.

After a brief glance at the sky, Kai’s attention was solely focused on Kane. It seemed he found a much better sight to view. Something worth his attention, more so than the moon and the stars. He listened in, closely and carefully as if Kane was sharing nothing but a secret with him and only him. As if Galileo were telling him that the Earth rotated around the sun and not the other way around. The concept, gripping and intriguing all the same. And maybe Kane did think that deep down, his thoughts which spanned into stars and formed a map of constellations, were stupid. But Kai never thought that. He never thought that his thoughts were stupid or silly. He was a dreamer and maybe in a world like theirs, that’s what they needed. A pocketful of dreams and a hint of stardust.

To Kane’s line of questioning, Kai could only think of a few things in response. Do the stars know they shine? Well, it depended. Did Kane know he shined? Did he know that he had a sparkle in his eyes so rare that it must not be true? He may have been looking at the stars, but his eyes held riches of the Earth that are buried in the ground – the purest riches that Kai had ever seen. “I don’t think they know…” he said, eyes still focused on Kane. “But maybe that’s okay, and maybe that’s just life. Blissfully unaware and beautiful all the same.”

He cocked his head at Kane’s explanation, talking about the sadness of a star glowing brightly before it dies. It was ironic in a sense. They were in Hollywood Arts as musicians. A lot of the greats were known for dying young, when they shined and before it was their time. Kurt Cobain, Amy Winehouse, Freddy Mercury, etc. He took in each and every word, listening for each breath, each pause and each explanation. Even the added shyness in Kane’s voice after a he realised that he may have been rambling for a bit. Still, it was all the more endearing to Kai all the same.

“You know, a philosopher once asked, "Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?"” he quoted before continuing, “pointless, really..."Do the stars gaze back?" Now, that's a question.” He laughed as he smiled towards his friend. Kai knew that his words were of hopes and dreams and pseudoscience but maybe for now daydreams and fantasy were just what they needed to survive the night.

“I think… I understand what you mean.” He said, shifting a little closer to Kane. “But I think maybe you’re just seeing it in the wrong light.” He said as he tapped Kane on the nose with a smile, before wiping away any tears he shed. “I think they know what they’re doing.” He commented before continuing, “back when I was in England, I would look up at the night sky there. Orion above the horizon and near it, Jupiter. I wondered if you could see it, too. I wondered if our stars were the same.” He commented.

"I think they connect us. In our legends back home, our ancestors live within the stars. They look down upon us, smiling with sincerity and watching over us. Always letting me remember that no matter how far I go, I'll always be connected with you."

He turned to the male who was right next to him, their faces inches apart as he looked into the other’s eyes with a sincerity that was unrivalled.

code by valen t.

 

[elaaraa]

MOOD: sneaky

OUTFIT: fall fair ‘fit

LOCATION: fall fair

basics

MENTIONS:
Mariana ( jasmyn ), Morrigan ( Kio.exe ), C.J ( sunshineysoul ) Danny ( Kio.exe ), Chas ( hery ), Kane ( Kio.exe )

INT:
Mariana ( jasmyn ), Morrigan ( Kio.exe ), C.J ( sunshineysoul )

tags

TL;DR Willow is trying to concoct a plan, let's see if it works.

tl;dr

Willow-Rose Robin

i just can't stop myself from
falling for ya, falling for ya

“You’ve never had bubble tea?” She questioned, a little loud and exaggerated to emphasise her point jokingly, and hand sprawled across her chest as she shook her head. “A crime against humanity – first degree crime against humanity.” She laughed before continuing, “the Taiwanese people came to our country with one goal in mind. Bubble tea empire!”

She shortly released a held breath after Cole affirmed that it wouldn’t be just the two of them. Oh god, not that she would hate that it would be just the two of them! It would probably a dream withing a dream of her deepest desire. But she wasn’t ready for that yet! She could barely hold up a conversation with Cole in a group scenario, how the heck would she even be able to look him in the eyes when they would be together alone. Oh, what a world of possibilities.

“Yes, Mari and Morrigan definitely need to tag along!” She commented, a slight pause in her demeanour before continuing, “I’m not really all that sure if Alex likes me to be honest.” She rubbed her arms in awkwardness, not really sure what else to do with her arms in this scenario. She reached out many times, well at least in her eyes she did. The odd twitter post inviting her over or asking her if she wanted to do something. And whilst Alex wasn’t rude per se, she sounded less than enthusiastic to Willow’s invites. Still, she took it on the chin and tried not to be too depressed by it. Maybe that was just the girl’s nature. She wasn’t entirely sure, and she wasn’t going to make a decision based on just virtually knowing the girl.

“Not that I hate her or anything!” Willow was quick to add, “I don’t know, I feel like she’s a little difficult to get to know? I guess a little like Mor, just a bit more of a tougher cookie to crack in general.”

“Yes Danny!” She laughed. “Yes, the guy who is somehow convinced that brisket is going to try to harm him.” She continued to giggle as they walked along, hands in her pockets as she looked down on the ground. “I honestly don’t know what to think about him, but he just seemed so clueless that I kind of had to message him and ask him to meet up.” It was true really, she remembered seeing the other on twitter and seeing him being lost beyond words. Maybe to some it was weird, but weird was all Willow ever knew growing up. Weird family life, weird upbringing. She was sure one weird acquaintance wouldn’t hurt.

“Besides, he’s in the same grade as us… I think. And I know that I would be pretty lonely if I was just walking around the fair by myself.” She looked up towards the setting sun, the days turning slightly shorter in autumn. It was beautiful really, the way tones of orange, yellow, purple and blue painted the canvas of the fair grounds. “Besides, I know you – you’re just as willing to give a chance, aren’t you?” She asked with pleading eyes, her head slightly leaning onto his arm as a way to endear him into accepting the arrangements she made. Her cheeks slightly warmed as she felt it make contact with Cole’s arms, muscular and toned – probably days from working on the farm. He she wanted to sigh, maybe melt a bit into Cole’s warmth a bit more but would that be a bit too forward? Maybe this was okay for now.

Willow smiled as she saw Morrigan come towards them, a guardian angel and her saving grace who was coming to collect her and Cole. “Yeah, yeah I’m coming!” She giggled as she felt herself being tugged along. Slowly making her way through little pumpkins and remnants of pumpkins scattered across the floor. Willow had to give Morrigan credit, the girl was way stronger than she actually looked.

“Henry, that’s what we’re naming the pumpkin?” She questioned, slowly walking and peaking around at each and every pumpkin. A number of potential Henry’s making their appearance in her peripheral. “I was thinking more Sylvester, Caspar – we’re approaching Halloween after all so might as well kick off the celebrations now.”

She turned to see Morrigan running into another direction, a quick wave for a bye and a promise of return leaving her lips. Willow furrowed her eyebrows before shrugging. She supposed if Morrigan had somewhere to be then it was probably important. Besides, it wasn’t like she was going to abandon them completely anyway. They would probably meet up again in an hour or so, seeing how the fair was actually going. People bumping into each other and deciding to hang out on the spot. That was the good thing about these kinds of events. For a brief, fleeting second – people could forget all the grudges and sadness of yesterday.

“How’s the music been going, Cole?” She asked, the corners of her lips turning up. She remembered when she first met the boy, she was probably thinking what everyone else was thinking. That he probably was an expert in country music and that was his main genre of focus. Boy was she wrong. Cole was gifted, like actually gifted. And she knew that being gifted was the basis of on application to Hollywood Arts, but Cole stood out like a lone star on a cloudy night. “It’s been a while since you’ve sent anything. You’re still coming up with something for the arts festival, right?” She asked with her eyebrows raised.

“What about you Mari?” She questioned before adding on, “I know that Chas has some type of production lined up, but I don’t think you’d really want to be in that though, would you?” She laughed, half questioning and half joking. She honestly didn’t know whether or not Chas’s production was going to be good. All she knew was that Chas had a lot of enemies and making that many enemies is going to end up down voting anything and everything one would try to achieve. Even if his production was somehow good, Willow was sure that Gen, her friends and anyone else with a general distain for Chas would be booing him as the show commenced.

As she listened, she slowly turned to a spot, eight pumpkins entering her sight as she looked across the field. Pumpkins perfect for the picking. First though, she needed to distract her friends as she made her leap towards said pumpkins. She wore a little grin on her face before looking around. Any and every distraction coming into her mind, either being crossed off for being too short or crossed off for not being relevant enough.

It was through her peripheral that she managed to see Kane and Kai, looking towards the sky. Well, at least Kane was. Kai was looking towards Kane intently. It made Willow wonder what the heck was going on there, but she didn’t really have a lot of time to question what was going on. She had her plan; it was set and now she just needed to launch her distraction.

“Hey! Wait, isn’t that Kai over there? Didn’t you guys say you were going to meet up?” She asked. And as her friends took the bait, she slowly stepped back and back, further into the shadows so that she wouldn’t be seen by the others slipping away.

code by valen t.

 

[Kio.exe]

MOOD: frustrated

OUTFIT: XoXo

LOCATION: the fair

basics

MENTIONS:
None
INT:
Kai ( elaaraa )

tags

TL;DR Kane doesn’t know what to say anymore.

tl;dr

Kane Blackmore

There have never been enough words...

Did the stars gaze back?

The question turned over and over in Kane’s mind as Kai spoke, answering and countering Kane’s questions. He turned his grey eyes gaze onto his friend, and found him staring back, looking for all the world like he had been all night. And when he reached a gentle hand up to wipe stray tears from Kane’s face, all he could do was stand there and listen, entranced by smooth words like silk and honey spilling from Kai’s mouth.

Kai hadn’t forgotten him after all! They had both unknowingly been gazing at the stars this whole time, thinking of the other. As Kai finished speaking, there was an almost palpable energy flowing between them, like a cord binding them together. A living tendril of starlight, wrapped around their hearts.

“I told the stars about you,” Kane whispered into the ever closing space between their faces. “I told them everything. When you left...when you went back home and I thought that you’d forgotten me, I told them,” he continued, his face serious. And he had. He had stood on his balcony, unable to sleep, whispering to the stars, hoping they heard and understood.

A small laugh slipped from him then, moving the air between their lips and bouncing back. “It was a little like talking to you, Kai, and for a moment every night I would close my eyes and pretend that you were there, next to me while I talked to the stars,” he continued, his gaze never leaving Kai’s. It was like the stars and the moon and all the galaxies in the universe were there, in Kai’s shimmering brown eyes. Kane was captivated.

Yes, he decided, the stars did gaze back. A soft smile appeared on his face. They really did.

“And when you came back, Kai, I didn’t stop telling them about you,” Kane murmured. “Even the days when I was sad or mad because of Jace…” he trailed off for a minute, trying to comprehend his own thoughts. “Even then, I told them. I think that I told them the most on those days,” another hint of a laugh bubbled in his chest before he pressed on, not knowing what he was going to say until the words had left his mouth.

“When you were gone, sometimes I would find something, or see something, even so simple as a rock on the side of the road, or a dandelion in the grass outside my house, and I would think of you. I would ask myself ‘what would Kai think of this’, and at first I didn’t get it,” he looked down at their intertwined hands for a minute before returning his gaze to Kai’s.

“But then, I started to realize that it wasn’t because the things I was looking at were important, it was because you’re important, and so even those tiny things made me think of you,” Kane paused for a moment, suddenly frustrated at his inability to make sense of his own thoughts and words and emotions.

“I have so much stuff to say, Kai, but I don’t have the words. It’s like….” he thought for a moment. “It’s like when you walk into a room, and forget why you even went in there in the first place. And you end up leaving the room, but it never stops bothering you, that nagging suspicion that you’ve forgotten something important. That’s how I feel,” Kane pieced together, chewing anxiously on his bottom lip, a small sigh coming from between his lips.

“There have never been enough words for me to say everything I want to, and well…” he trailed off, a small, frustrated groan coming from him. “I guess that’s my own fault, isn’t it.”

Kane was hyper aware of the lack of space between their faces, and as. He finished talking, he stood, frozen. He had said all he could, and now he was trapped there, pinned in place by the boy in front of him, who held his hand so tightly.

code by valen t.

 

[ohdittoh]

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... trevor callaghan ...

MOOD

...

LOCATION

his apartment-- on the couch

TAGS

ash Winona

His hand shook in hers as his lips twitched into a wobbling smile. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do, but his heart fluttered in his chest and he couldn’t stop smiling. His eyes were focused on her face. He could keep looking forever.

This was unreal. At some point during this exchange, he had to have died. He was in heaven right now. Reality wasn’t where he felt feelings and had them reciprocated. Reality wasn’t where he could listen to Ash’s melodic voice say that she liked him and have it be true. This was…a lie. This was some kind of hallucination.

He didn’t want to snap out of it. He didn’t want the pricks on his skin to fall back down, he didn’t want his heart to stop beating in his throat, he didn’t want to be able to breathe, and he didn’t want to stop smiling.

He felt like he was high, but better than high. Whatever it was flowing through his veins— whatever it was that rushed through his head when he’d heard her utter those words and whatever it was that shot through his heart when he’d brought his lips to hers— gave him a greater euphoria than any that he’d ever felt. He was tripping; he was soaring. His eyes were alight, and his pupils were the size of saucers. He was inebriated, but in a better way than downing a bottle of liquor could ever get him.

Everything— everything— that they had done had led up to this point. His first words to her— that cheesy pick-up line— that if I could rearrange the alphabet, I’d put ‘U’ and ‘I’ together. All of those parties where he’d dropped similar lines and been met with laughter and a bat of the eyelash back before being brushed away. All of the nights that he’d gotten plastered and made out with whatever girl was nearest when he knew that Ash could clearly see, and, later, all of the nights that he’d gone home with a drunk girl— or not gone home and just shifted into the bathroom— and then, later later, come out still unsatisfied because of that lingering feeling that something wasn’t exactly right with that. All of the times when he’d find himself hanging onto her words when it was supposed to just be fun flirting.

And then that night— the night that had really kicked everything into gear— when his blitzed ass brought his lips to hers.

It didn’t feel nearly as great as this kiss had. There was just something different.

Maybe it was being able to kiss her knowing that she felt the same as he did. Perhaps that was it. Or, perhaps, it was just the fact that he had teetered on the edge of this pit all night, and when he had finally found the courage to jump in, she had been there to catch him, with his pounding heart and suffering lungs.

Sean Trevor Callaghan and Ashton whatever-the-feck West had feelings were one another. Which was so fecking weird, and the thought nearly made him laugh. A mildly awkward fuckboy-when-lushed stoner and a flirtatious, shy cheerleader. Two that only talked when they were drunk up until Monday. They’d somehow forged feelings. Somehow.

This was a recipe for disaster if Trevor ever knew one.

And he didn’t care.

She shifted to lean against the couch, and he watched her, smiling Her eyes went to their hands, and he followed suit.

Their hands, woven together, looked odd. His palm was too long, too, and it hung down below the bottom of hers. His lanky fingers tangled with her thin, shorter ones. They weren’t two of a kind; they didn’t look like they fit together.

It was selfish to ask that she keep holding on.

But he liked how it felt.

He liked how this felt. He liked how it felt to…to be with her, with the walls down, with the pothole in the road exposed, with his head cut off, with that rabid possum escaped from its cage. He liked this throbbing in his heart, he like this swimming in his head. He liked the warmth of her hand against hers. He liked the way that her lips meshed with his. He liked the way that she had smiled at him. He liked the way that she had said those words— that I like you, too.

He liked this.

He didn’t want to go back to before—

So that left…one…option.

An option that he’d…dreaded. But, at this point…what else was there?

The last moth that he’d had was…what? Sixth grade? Back when he still thought that curse words were the peak of humor— curse words and bathroom humor. Maisie Polluck— he was pretty sure that that was her name. It was just the awkward kind of sixth grade love that ended with her sobbing because he said he didn’t love her because he was literally eleven and had much better things to do than care about cootie-givers. That was all that he’d ever dated, and, because he was a child, he didn’t know if that was even really how it felt.

He was sure of how it’d go now.

Not well.

But…

He wanted to try.

He wanted to try.

"What happens next?"

So she was asking him aloud now…

She looked up at him. She was gnawing at her lip. "Like, like, you're not..." Her lips curved up into a smile. "Like, do we just... we're not going back to where we were before, right?"

He’d answered the question in his head already.

Now, he just had to get the words out.

His eyes flicked back down to their hands together.

He could tell her.

I don’t want us to go back.

He opened his lips.

I don’t want us to go back.

She was smiling.

Her hand was in his.

A laugh escaped, and his cheeks reddened.

“Do you have to ask, darlin’?” His smile grew more confident, and he laughed again.

Why was he…

Why was he so giggly? And why didn’t he mind it?

He brought his other hand up to her cheek, and he met her eyes.

“I think ya already know tha answer.”

He brought his face closer to hers.

Say it.

His lips neared hers, hovering an inch from them.

He smiled. “I don’t want us ta go back,” he mumbled, and he pressed his lips against hers— just one more time, while the moment lasted.

code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​

 

[jasmyn]

OUTFIT: xoxo

basics

idk

mentions

nickie ohdittoh
adri Winona

interactions

Evelyn Sinclaire

evie ~ eighteen ~ senior ~ plastics; fashion

It was no use trying to find anywhere quiet to talk with the crowd at the fair so Evie had decided to make the short walk to her car. After a brief conversation, she’d been told that the designs she’d submitted to a semi-famous fashion magazine had been chosen to be featured. It might not have been Vogue yet but she was excited. It was a stepping stone in her career and so of course, she immediately bragged about it on Twitter. After a few congratulations and talks of celebrating, Evie fully intended on closing out the app and making her way back to Nate. Before she could a new tweet flashed across the screen, catching her attention. Was that an emoji of Eli…thrusting? Oh, this was gonna be fun.

Evie closed the driver's side door and leaned on the car, going back and forth with Eli and the others. Suddenly a brilliant idea hit her and she decided to find the music video he'd been in, the start of this little emoji. It took a little digging but she finally found it and created a gif, sending it as soon as she was done. Eli was obviously mortified but everyone else found the whole thing hilarious. All good things come to an end though and this was no exception. Eventually, the conversation unraveled and the mention of an ex-girlfriend who Gen clearly had no clue about got brought up.

What was worse is that Eli still wouldn't have told her who it was even as she asked on public Twitter. Instead, Charlie had to drop the bomb for him that the pair had dated. Gen was pissed, that much was a given but beyond that Evie could feel she was hurt. Eli told Gen everything, even things that seemed weird to tell a sibling so why would he have kept this a secret? It wasn't like Gen hated Charlie or something. It just made no sense. Whatever it was, Evelyn made a mental note to check on her again later. If she needed a girl's night then Evie and Minnie could easily provide that. For now, she shoved her phone into her pocket as she walked back into the fair.

As she made her way back to where she'd left Nate, she heard a familiar set of voices nearby and the conversation caused her to stop in her tracks. Adriane and Nickie might have shit talked everyone...all the time and Evie hardly ever cared. She'd heard who they were discussing though and that made it completely different. Like there's no way you could be related to Gen and not be a bit of an ass. Like, maybe grow a backbone and stop letting your sister do all of your fighting for you. The girl turned on her heels and faced their direction, wasting no time in waltzing right up to them to make her presence known.

"Hello, Nickie. Adriane," Evie greeted, the smirk present on her face as she stopped in front of them. "Do you two really not have anything better to do rather than run your mouths? And gossiping about Eli, of all people. I wonder how Gen would feel about your wonderful little observation of him," she pretended to ponder Gen's reaction but they all knew how that would go. Anyone was a fool to talk shit about Eli and not expect Hurricane Genevieve to completely destroy them for it. "I have to give it to you though, I was almost convinced your mouth was only good for kissing Chas' ass," she continued. "And Nickie, you've got to stop hanging out with the wicked witch of HA. You're becoming her puppet and it's not a good look, luv," she added, shaking her head as if she was utterly disappointed.

code by valen t.

 

[sunshineysoul]

MOOD: who fucking knows at this pointn

OUTFIT: very simple

LOCATION: pumpkin patch

basics

MENTIONS: alex, jj, ava, charlie, evie, ellie, willow, mor, mari


INT: jasmyn (mari) Kio.exe (mor) elaaraa (willow)

tags

TL;DR twitter fights are pissing cole off

tl;dr

cole "cj"

the higher i climb, the farther i fall when i do

"what makes you think i would've ever been exposed to bubble tea?" he found himself laughing a bit at willow's reaction, maybe a little too loud... "then i guess i've got to get locked up, huh?" he had heard of bubble tea plenty of time, but he had no idea what to think of it. fruity little balls ? in milk ? do they pop in your mouth or are they like gummy bears ? he shook off his thoughts as willow spoke again.

"i'm not really all that sure if Alex likes me to be honest." cole felt himself roll his eyes. not out of annoyance or anger, more so in a are you kidding? sort of way. cole definitely understood how willow felt, he and alex had a friendemy relationship and she tended to be more closed off than most. it made perfect sense why she and mor got along so well, it's exactly like willow said; alex was just a tougher cookie to crack. he found himself smiling at the metaphor she used.

"oh please, no one could hate you. and alex definitely doesn't hate you. she's just not a social person, you know? she can be that way but it's okay, i'll be there and so will mari and we both definitely don't hate you." the smile never once faded from cole's face as the two talked. he didn't realize it, of course, but this particular author thought it was important to note.

even when danny became the topic of choice, his smile didn't fade. but annoyance was shining in his eyes. he didn't want to say it out loud, but danny annoyed the ever lovin fire out of him. cole could only tolerate so much stupidity and thinking that brisket would bite you? that was teetering on a very dangerous line of cole's sanity.

"Besides, i know you - you're just as willing to give a chance, aren't you?" cole secretly short circuited as her head leaned against his arm. did she mean to do that? was she just walking too close and happened to bump against him? no, her head was purposely leaning against his arm. suddenly he was self conscious. of himself. did he tense up when her head landed on his arm ? did she notice ? did willow think he was uncomfortable ? was he uncomfortable ?

cole immediately pushed all his worries aside. no. this was perfectly fine. it was willow, cole was always comfortable around her. she never did anything to make him feel any different. in fact, there was some new kind of emotion as he felt as her head leaned against him for a moment. it wasn't anxiety, nor anger or sadness. not necessarily happiness? but somewhere in that zone. the idea of it being a romantic feeling never entered his mind. all he knew is that he was comfortable with willow.

he found himself scoffing in amusement at willow's statement. of course she would try to befriend danny. at her core, willow was a sweetheart. she empathized and she never wanted anyone to feel left out because she didn't like the feeling. it was sweet, cole loved it about her.

"unfair, you know i can't say no to you, darlin," the smile he gave her read somewhere between you're too sweet and how dare you use this against me.

an idea came into his head. something he wanted to do. it felt like perfect timing to do so, and it was just a simple movement. just his arm around her shoulder. they were the perfect height difference, it'd be great. but what if she wasn't comfortable with it? cole was never one to just, assume how comfortable someone would be, even if she had initiated contact, it wasn't his place to assume he was comfortable with his arm around her shoulder.

but

she knew him, right ? she knew that he'd never hurt her or purposely make her uncomfortable, right?

too late

as cole sat thinking about wether or not to move his arm around willow's shoulder, mor came and wisked willow away. his thoughts poofed away as he saw how willow and mor were giggling and laughing about something as simple as a pumpkin patch. cole continued to trail behind the girls, ending up next to mari. the two were in their phone for a bit, twitter decided to blow up into another fight. actually, quite a few fights. twitter sucked.

first it was ellie and charlie going at it over a dumb, insensitive joke elli made about driving under the influence. something two of cole's closest friends were sensitive about. he was glad mari didn't pay attention to to that particular fight, having gone off with willow and mor to look at pumpkins. cole mindlessly followed his girls, his head still dipped into his phone.

next was jj, ava and evie. cole wasn't one to drink, but they almost made him an alcoholic. they had somehow been able to justify making a child cry on purpose. cole, being a big brother and absolutely loving kids, never once agreed with purposely making kids cry. it was a complete 180 from fighting with ellie to backing him up as they shared the same opinion on kids. them two and willow. this particular fight brought out a side of willow cole hadn't seen much of before, but he loved it. she was sassy, she was coming for people's throats, cole didn't expect it. he caught himself sneaking a few glances at the blue eyed beauty after her sassy comments.

and the main event of twitter that night, the reason cole needed to pocket his phone for the rest of the night; eli and charlie. it finally got out. after everything that happened that night, cole was on edge, just waiting for someone to come after charlie, he was just waiting to kick someone's ass for wrongfully blaming her. charlie was more than a close friend to cole, that was his sister as far as he was concerned. and he'd be damned if anyone said anything with ill-intent toward her.

once it was clear that charlie wasn't going to answer his dms, he realized how tense he had been. his jaw was clenched beyond belief, he felt every muscle in his body being tensed up. this wasn't good for him. the fair was supposed to be a fun night, but the way twitter was going, along with mari obviously knowing something was up with him, he wasn't having a good time.

he knew what was good for him. he slid his phone in his back pocket and shook his head, a small attempt to loosen up after being so tense. his attention was drawn back to the group by willow, asking about his music. she asked about the arts festival, the showcase and cole was immediately intimidated again. cole normally was great at writing music. obviously, it was his passion.

he made every track from scratch. if he needed harmonies, he sung them and layered them. if he needed a random trumpet riff, he played it. he needed some random noise in the background, of course he made it himself. people tended to ask him who else was in his band because cole was that good at making his music sound full and not just him.

yet this was the showcase, and this was his senior year. there was this insane amount of pressure to create and perform this crazy amazing song and out-do yourself from previous years. but cole had no earthly idea where to start, and yet everyone else seemed to know what they were doing, or at least knew where to start. but he wasn't about to admit that in front of his friends.

"yeah of course i am! it's been going good, testing the waters with some new stuff, but i like to keep it a surprise." he sent another wink to willow, but this one felt... off. he knew he had nothing in the works and he knew that he was slowly but surely running out of time.

code by valen t.

 

[ohdittoh]

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... nickie abrams ...

MOOD

eeeeeesh

LOCATION

fairgrounds

TAGS

adriane Winona evie jasmyn

Nickie tried her best to pry a bit more off of her remaining pretzel with her hands. Once again, her efforts were fruitless, and, with a sag of her shoulders and an eyeroll, she brought the pretzel to her mouth and gnawed off another piece of it. “Honesss—” Her eyes caught on a girl quickly approaching Adriane’s back. Her lips curled up into a scowl. “Wait, what is that…”

…bitch doing, coming towards us?

“Hello, Nickie, Adriane,” Evie greeted. She was smirking.

She looks so pretty today. I love her outfit. It’s a whole look.

God, she hated her. Ew.

Nickie swallowed her piece of pretzel, rolling her eyes again as she listened to Evie talk. “Do you two really not have anything better to do rather than run your mouths? And gossiping about Eli, of all people. I wonder how Gen would feel about your wonderful little observation of him.”

If she would have come earlier, she could have heard Adriane insult the woman herself. Leave it to Evie to be a bit late to the party. She was always behind on trends. Especially fashion trends.

I love her style…

Ugh. She hated her. Gross.

"I have to give it to you though, I was almost convinced your mouth was only good for kissing Chas' ass. And Nickie, you've got to stop hanging out with the wicked witch of HA. You're becoming a puppet, it's not a good look.” She shook her head, as if it were an utter disappointment.

Nickie shoved the last of the pretzel in her mouth as delicately as possible, crumbled up the paper, and mimed as if she were going to throw it at Evie, a bored, mildly-disgusted expression on her face. “Why did you come to talk to us? Did you just feel the need to assert yourself in conversations where you’re obviously not wanted?” She paused, and then rolled her eyes with a soft laugh. “Wait, guess that’s all conversations…” She looked up at Evie from the paper ball in her hand. “If I were a puppet, at least my strings would be better looking than those you have on your body…did you let the ghost of Helen Keller pick it out for you? Did Ray Charles tell you that it was a good look? Did Stevie Wonder give you a slap on the ass and tell you to seize the day?” She forced a sickly-sweet smile. “Braille gave it raving reviews, I’m sure.”

She rolled her eyes with a soft laugh. “If you would, throw that look away with my trash, please…thank you.” She gave her a big smile.

I am so sorry…

code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​

 

[Winona]

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Adriane

INTERACTIONS

Nickie, Evie

MENTIONS

[insert a yikes gif]

TAGS

ohdittoh jasmyn

Really, it was no surprise that Evie had decided to eavesdrop on her and Nickie's conversation. The bitch was always sticking her nose where it didn't belong and tangling herself into fights and debates that had absolutely nothing to do with her. Exhibit A: this conversation and Exhibit B: the argument between Chas and Nate.

"Evie," Adriane purred, completely disregarding the other girl's comments regarding Eli. "I knew you were styling Lin, but I had no idea he was styling you!"

A wide grin spread across her face as Nickie ripped into Evie. She was proud of the younger girl, really. It took guts to stand up to someone like Evelyn and Nickie was doing a beautiful job of it. And to think, Adriane had thought that Nickie was all bark, no bite and kept her opinions just between herself and Adriane. What a surprise to know that she was able to spin those exact same opinions when the person was standing there right before her.

"You know, Evie, I hardly even recognized you without you on your knees or some guy's tongue halfway down your throat." She was growing bored with the conversation and her grin disappeared as she looked away from Evie to pick away at the pretzel in front of her. "Weren't you supposed to come on a date with that little coke addict boyfriend of yours tonight? Oh, did he stand you up to go overdose in a bathroom again? So sorry to hear that."

Adriane slid her pretzel across the table towards Evie at Nickie's last comment. "Honestly, I thought you were a fashionista, not a trashionista. Now please move along. You're ruining the lovely evening Nickie and I were trying to have."

code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​

 

[Soap]

MOOD: Ready to have FUN

OUTFIT: here

LOCATION: Somewhere around the fair

basics

MENTIONS: Nickie, ohdittoh


INT: Hunter natsukashii

tags

TL;DR Liv's a litttleeee high, and on the hunt for some excitement-- and much to her secret dismay, she found Hunter.

tl;dr

Livanna

My sleep is gonna be affected, If I keep it up like a lovesick crack head

The brunette practically bounced in place, pulling her fist back in a not-so-secret fist pump.

"Yesssssss. I knew you wouldn't say no, I mean who would?"

Plenty of people, but that was besides the point.

Liv was almost afraid he was going to back out, afraid that she was going to be forced to be left alone, wandering the carnival like a sad soul searching for whomever would give her the time of day. Possibly even catching the eyes of someone older and taking them back to her place. Believe it or not-- it wasn't something she particularly was comfortable with. She was wild, of course. But she preferred to be wild with people she felt comfortable with. And older strangers weren't something she was particularly comfortable with, even if it had happened more than once-- and it doesn't bother her too often, it's definitely a regret.

Despite the rather... irritating feelings she's had for Hunter, he was here-- worse comes to worse, maybe he changed? Maybe Nickie's actually good-to-go! A beautiful blossoming relationship for the cheerleader. Was it bad that Liv didn't want it to work out? Most likely. But as long as her opinions were quiet and only voiced to Nickie from time to time. Nothing bad should come from it. She wasn't the type of person to purposely ruin others relationships for her own gain-- or because of the slight jealousy that, she wasn't good enough to make little Hunter settle down in the first place.

But it was... what? Around a year ago? Two. Who knows. Firsts meant nothing if they didn't treat you like it-- even if he was gentle with the whole... 'Yeah, this isn't gonna work' thing. The memory almost made the intoxicated brunette laugh out loud. Her reaction that day was so saddening, but now? She's used to that shit. Especially after Gen. Liv understood her place in these parts-- but she wasn't about to voice it to anyone other than herself.

"I thought chivalry was dead?" Liv rose an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the edges of her lips as she obliged, picking up a ring and taking in a deep breath, readying herself for the throw. Not only did she wanna do better than Hunter, but she wanted that damn unicorn. She threw the first ring with confidence and it landed somewhere in the middle, successfully swinging around the milk jug without falling off and Liv let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. One down, two to go.

Another one practically hooked on the other bottle.

Yes!

All she needed was one more.

Just one.

Liv winded up throwing the last ring a little too hard, but somehow, someway, it went on the bottle... just to fall straight off. "Really? Rigged, this is rigged. Has to be. Did you see that? Did you!" She questioned, nudging Hunter while her mouth was agape in shock. The employee had pointed out the prizes for her to choose from. But since she had only gotten two, she could only pick from the small tiny ones. And nothing here was really interesting. Except that purple octopus guy. Yeah. That'll do.

Liv sent an almost frightening glare towards the worker as she grabbed the purple stuffed animal, suddenly turning her attention to Hunter, shaking her head as she was quickly over the whole situation.

"Whateverrrr, go ahead. Let's see your skills, Mr. Man. I betcha' you won't be able to beat me."

code by valen t.

 

[natsukashii]

Hunter Drake

Hunter found himself in a precarious position with Liv. Seeing her smile, giggle, chuckle, fist-bump him, and seem...happy, he was mentally scratching the side of his head because this didn't seem like the same Livanna Moore that he let down gently just a year ago.

Or was it? Maybe this was the same person and he didn't realize it. Was Liv always this energetic? Was she so infectious to be around that he never realized it before?

These questions plagued his mind for a single moment -- which, granted lasted a lot longer than it felt like, but it lingered.

But like the first ring that Liv tossed, Hunter turned his confused expression into a delighted smile. Hearing and watching Liv get more into the game was doing something to him. Somewhere, he knew it wasn't right. Nickie was somewhere at this fair and Hunter kept thinking about how it would've looked, but was it so bad that Hunter was actually having a good time with Liv? Of course not! He wasn't seeking to get inside Liv's pants -- well, at least not this time around. So why should he feel guilty?

So he decided that he wouldn't feel guilty by having fun with Liv. And it showed as he genuinely was invested in seeing her toss her final two rings. The second one made it and he low whistled, but when she got missed the final one, he was mixed in his reaction. He was sad for her not getting it, but the competitive side in him cheered internally as it meant he could win it all. "And you almost had it, too!" His response of support came with genuine sincerity.

"Whateverrrr, go ahead. Let's see your skills, Mr. Man. I betcha' you won't be able to beat me."

He let himself step forward, chuckling. "It's actually The Man, but it's not important."

As Hunter took the ring in his hand, he aimed his shot. He aligned his arm with where he wanted to toss it -- which was in the middle. And as it let go, it slid onto the bottle like it had a magnetic pull. He celebrated minimally in place and did the same for the next ring. He had similar success with the second one to the bottle next to it. It collided with the top, but it slid down the bottle in a similar fashion.

"One more to go," he noted aloud.

Hunter turned his head slightly to the left, looking at Liv look at the small octopus. He couldn't help but see how unjovial her face looked. He didn't know if it was due to her not winning or if she wanted a bigger one. He then thought about how much he hurt her in the past. Son of a bitch. Yeah, I guess I have no choice. He thought as he aimed the final ring with the bottle in the middle. He tossed it and it slid into down the bottle, clinking with the first ring he tossed.

"And we have a winner!" The employee said, "which would you like?" He asked Hunter.

With a sigh, Hunter looked at Liv. First, it was a victorious smile, but he uncharacteristically didn't feel like gloating. Weird, right?

"Hey, Liv, you heard the man!" He said, trying not to act like this didn't mean a big deal, which it didn't. "Go on! Tell him which one you really want."

location

fall fair

mood

ah, what the hell?

outfit

boy looks like a rich bum

tags

Liv Soap || Mentioned: Nickie ohdittoh

coded by natasha.

 

[Winona]

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Nate

INTERACTIONS

Mike

MENTIONS

Evie (again)

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ohdittoh

Nate pondered Mike's original question for a moment and then nodded his head. "Definitely all virgins. They're always simps." Now he didn't necessarily know how true that was, especially since he was basing that off of like... two girls, but in his minute experience, it was fucking true. He chuckled at Mike's further comments, shaking his head slightly.

“Anyway, Nate— you’re here with Evie, right? You two dating or something?”

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

The lopsided grin on his face remained, even though Nate was freaking the fuck out on the inside, but you'd never be able to tell. It was just a mixture of knowing that if Evie knew that other people thought it looked like they were dating, she might push him away -- and Nate didn't want that, because pushing him away would probably lead to her heading back towards fucking Dei, mixed with the idea that it looked like they might be dating even to someone like fucking Mike.

From the hopeless romantics of the school -- you know, the people that still believed in fucking relationships or some shit -- Nate could brush it off, but not when the words were uttered by a guy with similar morale principles and ideals to Nate's.

Nate chuckled, shaking his head.

“Don’t think that the world could handle you two sexy motherfuckers together,” he laughed. “Groupevie’s the highest she’s getting, yeah?”

"Definitely," he agreed. "Definitely just fucking friends, 'fraid she'll always be stuck as the groupie." Nate said with another chuckle, although this time it felt a little more forced to Nate -- not that it was probably visible from the outside. His leg started to bounce underneath the picnic table. "Dating's not really my speed, but you get that."

"What're you gonna do on Monday if the little simp tries to find you and ask why you ditched her? Gonna go off on her?"

Anything was better than the conversation about dating.

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Evelyn Sinclaire

evie ~ eighteen ~ senior ~ plastics; fashion

Evelyn could've easily ignored the knock-off Serena Van Der Woodsen and Blair Waldorf's conversation as she walked by them. Just let their comments go in one ear and out the other, sent Gen a quick message about she'd heard, and went back to where she’d left Nate minutes prior. After all, she'd said that she wanted to stay out of the drama today, right? Alas, drama seemed to find her even when she wasn't its intended target, and Evie had a hard time biting her tongue. So instead, here she was with a smirk plastered across her face as she awaited a response from the wannabe mean girls of Hollywood Arts.

Nickie spoke up first, in an attempt to impress Adriane no doubt, and her go-to was taking a stab at Evie's style. It was a somewhat decent effort on the younger girl's part if only because she had enough backbone to not just sit there in silence. Evelyn wasn't gonna say that where the mindless little minion could hear her though. Really Evie didn't have much against Nickie other than that the girl annoyed the living hell out of her now. They had actually been friends at one point and Evie had cared about her, much to her own dismay. Ever since the stupid wardrobe malfunction though, they had been at each other's throats and she didn't see that letting up anytime soon.

"If I were a puppet, at least my strings would be better looking than those you have on your body…did you let the ghost of Helen Keller pick it out for you? Did Ray Charles tell you that it was a good look?" Nickie chirped the words as if she were actually proud of them which made Evie roll her eyes. Still, the smirk remained to show her amusement at the comments. "Please, Nickie. It's actually kinda pathetic of you to pretend you weren't one of my many admirers prior to our fallout. I get it, you are Adriane's little follower now but if you are going to insult me, I suggest you find something that holds at least a little truth to it," she shook her head with a short laugh.

Her eyes flicked to Adriane when she finally decided to chime in rather than let Nickie lead this catfight on her own. It'd be a disappointment if all they could come up with was a few digs at her style but of course, Adri had always been the type to try and one-up everyone. Throwing salt on wounds and bringing up personal things was more her speed. Oh, and of course, the slut-shaming. "Aw. It's not my fault that guys actually like me. Maybe try being less of a raging bitch and then you might have better luck too. That might even help cure your jealousy problem. Take it from me, luv, green isn't your color," she half-whispered the last part.

With that, Evie could've warned them again not to shit talk about Eli and walked away. That wasn't in the cards though, not when Adriane spoke up again, this time to toss Nate into the conversation. Weren't you supposed to come on a date with that little coke addict boyfriend of yours tonight? Oh, did he stand you up to go overdose in a bathroom again? Evie felt her jaw clench as the words left the bitch's mouth and her right hand balled up into a fist out of instinct. Not only had she brought up the whole addiction bullshit but she'd turned it into some tacky joke. If her goal was to utterly piss Evelyn off, it had worked.

There was nothing she wanted more than to lunge at Adri and beat her ass right there, which she absolutely deserved, but then what? Not only would that be idiotic since the fair was technically a school event but wouldn't it look like she was fighting over Nate or something? Ugh. At least on Twitter, she could defend him and no have her emotions written across her face for all to see. As Evie took a few steps closer to Adriane, she blocked out Nickie's presence, her eyes remaining locked on the she-devil. "Do not go there," she started through clenched teeth. "Unlike you, I'm not all talk and I don't take too well to my friends being drug through the mud, Adri. It's really best you keep the Nate comments to yourself," she spat out, eye gaze never leaving the girl in front of her.

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