Realistic or Modern We All Break Sometimes (Main)

[OdinsTwoWolves]

MOOD: Happy

OUTFIT:

LOCATION: Wherever Tatum kidnapped him too

basics

MENTIONS:


INT:

tags

TL;DR Happy goatman on a date

tl;dr

Ryker Thompson

"I don't want to remember the bad when I'm with you baby..."

Her lips, the feel and taste, how sweet and light they were stayed on his lips long after they left. Ryker listened to her speak quietly, a small grin on his lips and a laugh following her comment about keeping her hoes happy. It made him think, his mind went rolling for a moment to imagine something more with Tatum, what would it be like to wake up beside her and too never part ways. Come home to her at night after a long night of work, but another voice shut the door on that image roughly with a slam. He was Ryker Thompson, son of a bastard who never stayed and a mom who stopped caring, a black sheep who wasn't fit for the slaughter, it almost soured him before she spoke to him.


"I missed you Tatum," Ryker spoke softly and squeezed her hand, bringing the tips of her finger to his lips, "I'm glad you're here, it's always nice to have someone as beautiful as you in my corner." He sighed quietly, knowing it'd be wise to get through this story right now so they could talk about other things, fun things.


"I was out riding my bike, it was… Early in the morning on December first apparently, I didn't know because of how hard I crashed. I was speeding pretty fast when I hit a patch of black ice, my back wheel went out underneath me and I started sliding…" Ryker could feel his chest tighten, but holding Tatum's hand kept the panic at bay while the images and sounds of that night came flying by like a bad movie. The bike and I smashed into a retaining wall, thank god I was wearing my leathers or I'd have no skin left, but my arm got snapped in the crash in two places. I woke up in the hospital for a second, but I immediately went back under because of the morphine they had me on." He shifted in the seat, glancing briefly at the sleeve that covered his surgery scars. "Had surgery, got better, went to rehab but…" The frown darkened his face, made his eyes darker with pain and a twinge of fear, "Something felt wrong in rehab, I kept getting hotter and hotter like I was gonna melt, couldn't keep food down or anything else, I was getting sicker but no one listened to me. I was on a video call with grandpa and he realized how bad I was, so he started calling the hospital. Nothing makes people listen better than an angry Australian man calling everyone a raging I'm uncultured cause they're not taking good enough care of his grandson." The grin came back, but it wasn't happy, it was mirthless before the frown came back. "A doctor came to see me finally, my surgical sutures were infected and stinking like death when they took the bandage off then I just...coded, my heart stopped and that's what I remembered." His shoulders shrugged, "When I came too, it was in the ICU and it had been seven days. On a vent, in a medically induced coma, still in raging pain but alive. They released me to rehab, then I went home in February. I still do physical therapy and like you know...I have a counselor cause I get these crippling panic attacks just looking at my bikes sometimes…" He sighed tiredly and smiled a little, looking over at Tatum made him feel a little brighter and warmer. "So...that's my near death story, what's yours?"

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[Chimney Swift]

MOOD: distressed

OUTFIT: Hiding

LOCATION: The dance studio.

basics

MENTIONS:


INT:
Winnie ALittleRedLie

tags

TL;DR Winnie got hurt while dancing and Oliver isn't okay.

tl;dr

Oliver Dreyfuss

How lonely it is, to be drowning in a place where everyone can swim

“Mhm,” Oliver replied wordlessly to Winnie’s invitation to dinner with her uncle, staring off at the corner of the wall. He hadn’t meant to be rude, but he didn’t know if he could say yes or no. Was it worth the risk of staying out so late? He was already in trouble. The moment he got home, he’d be in worse trouble. If his mother found out he’d been spending time at other people’s houses, he was scared that he’d never leave his closet again. He was already treading thin ice working for Mildred while his mother was away at her own job. Any day, he could miscalculate when she was coming home, and it would all be over.

When she noticed Oliver picking at his wound, Winnie gently closed her fingers around his wrist, pulling his hand away from his face and setting it on his leg.
Silently, without much more than a discomforted raise of his eyebrows, he redirected to picking at loose threads on his pockets.

He couldn’t help but watch, curious. Winnie’s graceful movements had an almost hypnotic effect, captivating the attention of anyone who had the privilege to watch. All the time and work she poured into her passion showed in every bend and turn. Just as a sea turtle’s element was the ocean, Winona’s was the stage.

Oliver saw her foot slide across the floor a little too quickly, her body tilting and falling…
He didn’t process what he was seeing right away– it all happened too fast. One second she was floating as though underwater, and then she was sprawled on her back.

The room erupted. A cry of pain cut through the air, followed by gasps, screams, running.

Seeing, feeling, hearing… it all melted into searing terror. The sound of the panicked voices clamoring and echoing through the studio became the flicker of the lights, became the stinging of the cut on his cheek, became the heavy thud of his own heart in his chest and his own distressed breathing…

Oliver bolted from his seat, tumbling up onto the stage and running up to his friend. She didn’t stand up. Her eyes were wild, face flushed, her breaths coming in and out in labored gasps.
Something’s wrong.
Wrong
That’s wrong. Something’s wrong.

He knelt beside her, but didn’t try to touch her, or ask if she was alright, or anything. It was as though he didn’t know what was happening anymore. This was only some kind of dream he was barely lucid in, and he acted without feeling himself.
His teeth dug into his left hand, his other wrist repetitively hitting the side of his head behind his ear. He groaned and stammered without speaking words,

When the paramedics arrived, it would be dangerous for him to be here. He didn’t fit in with these dancers and it was clear he was somewhere he wasn’t meant to be. He wouldn’t be able to respond to anything that he was asked. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t even tell if it had been hours or minutes or seconds…
He couldn’t bring himself to move until someone came up behind him unexpectedly.
Before he realized what he had done, his fist hit a ribcage.

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[Myling]

scroll

angry puppy

Niila.

mood

Mixed emotions, mostly happiness

outfit

Casual outfit

location

His host family's place

interactions

Arthur

tags

.Curious.Nat.

”I see.”

Niila simply stated when Arthur explained the reasoning behind the gifts she had brought. He would have loved to come up with something more interesting but he didn't know how to do it. Why did he have to be so bad in social interactions? There was no reason for Arthur to be interested in such a boring guy as him. She deserved someone more smooth, someone taller, someone…. Someone simply better than him. All these thoughts made Niila feel a hunch of sadness. He really hoped to become the one for Arthur, but perhaps it was too much to ask for. Perhaps he should just cherish their friendship.


Niila's sadness, however, went away when he saw Arthur doing a little happy dance. Niila couldn't help but burst out into something laugh-like, but more subtle. "Why do you have to be so cute?" Oh shit.. did he really say that out loud? Did friends normally compliment each other like that? Truthfully speaking Niila wasn't very experienced with girls and all his friends back home were guys. Arthur was his first girlfriend. Friend who was a girl, not girlfriend. Though Niila would be lying if he said he didn't wish for Arthur to become his first girlfriend too.

And here he was going again… thinking too highly about himself. He really had to calm down and focus on something else. To get his attention somewhere else from his silly thoughts, Niila finally put the straw in his drink and took a sip. He really liked matcha, it wasn't too sweet nor too bitter for his tastes. "Okay chocolate it is then!" He said when the girl said she preferred chocolate over licorice. Niila almost blushed again when Arthur said they could do anything that Niila wante. Anything? There were a lot of things Niila wanted to do with Arthur. First of all he wanted to learn what the girl liked and disliked, learn all her odd habits and share all his emotions with her. Overall he wanted to just spend time with Arthur and be close to her.

Once again Niila smiled wide like an idiot, a smile he showed to only Arthur. The girl was again being so cute: explaining how nervous she was about Niila not liking the gifts she had brought. "You could have put cat's poop in a box and given it to me and I would've been happy." Was he really talking about poop to girl as pretty as Arthur. This wasn't going well at all. "Ummm… sorry. I.. I just mean you could have brought me anything and I would've been happy because I got it from you.. Well maybe poop wouldn't make me happy even if it was from you. But you get the point." Ugh.. just why Niila had to be so awkward? He wasn't making the situation any better by his explanation.

But since Arthur was so sweet maybe she wouldn't judge him, even if he deserved all the judgment. Arthur said she would be there even if Niila wasn't teaching guitar to her. "Oh, you would?" Niila answered with a hint of surprise in his voice. Did the girl really mean it? She was really an angel. Well.. maybe angels wouldn't normally talk about murder methods and such but she was an angel for his liking.

"Maybe we can then start practicing guitar? If it seems too difficult or boring, we can also do something else." Niila mumbled. He took a couple more sips out of his matcha before putting it on the table. "Oh, the chocolate." Niila then remembered. Hadn't the girl said earlier that she wanted some? He took the chocolate from the table next to the matcha, and just gave it to Arthur a little awkwardly. Then he took his guitar from the corner of the room, and sat next to Arthur. He didn't want to freak out the girl by sitting too close to her, so he kept a small space. "We should start from basic chords." The boy said while trying to make the tone of his voice to seem friendly since the sentence itself didn't seem that friendly.

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[Elf_Ruler]

Tatum Browne

Tatum felt Ryker’s grip tighten on her hand as he spoke and as much as she hadn’t wanted to feel sad, she did. She hadn’t been there, and it was mostly her fault, if she had gotten help sooner then maybe she could have been there. Instead, she had also been struggling and fighting her own internal demons. The details of his story were hard to listen to and it felt as if her heart was shattering then because she could have lost him and that thought it broke her. She let her grip tighten on his hand reminding herself that Ryker was there, he was with her, that this moment was real, he was alive, and he was with her. But the fear still sat in her chest, the mere thought was too much for her, risking any loss of the man in front of her and Tatum wasn’t sure she could survive that kind of pain or loss.

When he did finish telling her, she was relieved but what she hadn’t expected was for him to ask her about her experience. Her therapist, Frank, had been the only person to discuss any part of what happened that day. In that moment all Tatum wanted to do was pull her hand away, feel the cloth napkin between her fingers, remind herself she was here. She was at a restaurant, and she was doing so much better. Instead, she kept her hand in Ryker’s, letting the tips of her fingers feel his skin beneath hers, as her breaths got deeper. Her head was down as spoke, “I don’t remember much. I don’t remember the day. I remember being on a high and on just an assortment of different things. I really thought I was fine. But then it gets blurry. I remember someone maybe my mom or dad came home, and everything started to get confusing. I couldn’t place where I was. And then nothing. I remember waking up attached to different IV’s. I remember hearing the beeping of monitors and so many people were crowded around me.”

The fact that she couldn’t remember and didn’t really know what happened hurt. She hurt so many people. “My mom and died were both crying, and I didn’t understand why. I didn’t know why I was even in the hospital. Everything was disorienting. And then they sent me to rehab.” She had found out later what had happened when her parents came to visit, they had explained the story, but really Tatum didn’t want to regurgitate the details of that day. Especially not from the memory of her parents. Now, she was okay. Though she knew she still had a lot of recovering to do. Her attention was snapped back as the waiter took their orders and once, he left she looked back at Ryker, “I didn’t mean to.” Because she hadn’t. It was an accident but so many had thought it was intentional.

Mention(s): Interaction(s): OdinsTwoWolves

 

[Elf_Ruler]

Lemon Pierce

It had been almost two weeks of dating Reid and overall Lemon was happy. They spent time together under the supervision of her father, who always made some comment under his breath and always made Reid feel stressed. But today Lemon was going to her cheer tryouts. Her father of course kept fussing over her hair and making sure she was prepared to go, and she was. Lemon knew she needed to bring her duffle bag with a change of clothes for after, because she was also hanging out with Milo. He was nice, but him and Reid seemed to be offput by one another and she couldn’t understand why. They both liked car stuff and working on cars, so they should get along. Or so Lemon thought. With her duffle in tow Lemon had hopped into the truck and began to back out. Everything had seemed fine until she felt a small thud, the curb she thought so she continued to reverse until she heard her father yelling to stop the truck. Her face had scrunched as she stopped the truck and opened the door to get out. There in the middle of the road lay their mailbox. Lemon had destroyed it and her father was livid. If steam could come out of his ears it would.

So now, in the passenger seat sat Lemon her father explaining how she would not be using the truck for a while. That she would have to ask him or her mother for a ride to places if she could not secure one from a friend. To which Lemon agreed because she had hit the mailbox for the fourth time this year.



Once she was at tryouts, she was nervous but at least she had Reid there to cheer her on. As she ran through the cheer, she hoped she was doing well. The time was passing, and Lemon was tired by the end. Ivy had said hi to her, but Lemon was starting to feel panicked about everything. What if she didn’t do well, what if Claire thought she did a bad job? In any case Lemon was beginning to have a panic attack and she had forgotten her water in the truck which was with her dad. Of course, Reid had offered to get her some as did Levi and at this point Lemon knew there was probably supposed to be more to the tryouts, but she had done her part. She let Claire know what was going on so as not to upset her as captain. During her waiting period Lemon had gone to change and sit down on the bleachers catching her breath. Finally, both of them appeared to hand her water and she smiled at both of them. Two of her favorite guys in the world, and she took a sip of the water to let them know she was no longer dying. “Reid?” she said his name like a question, “Can you take my bag with you? It had my change of clothes.” Of course, her boyfriend had agreed to taking her little duffle bag.

Now, came the part to finding Milo who had told her wouldn’t come on the field. She didn’t like that he told her no, she didn’t like that word, those two little letters and he in more than a few words told her no. Reid was walking her out to meet him and once they saw him Lemon smiled and waved. She wasn’t surprised Reid walked her the whole way. Before he let her go, he pulled her close pressing his lips to her forehead, “Bye Reid. I’ll make sure to let you know I’m safe.” The smile still largely on her face.

Once she turned back to Milo, she looked at the bike, “So um, helmets and then park? Right?” She was trying to be less in her head and more go with the flow. Plus, Milo would make sure they were safe. She could trust him to not hurt her or let her get hurt.

Mention(s): Dazzle LowkeyLovingLoki Qwertycakes Interaction(s): .Curious.Nat.

 

[.Curious.Nat.]

Processing. . . .

outfit: link here

mood: Wishful

location: Niila's Rm

Arthur says. . . .

C-cute?? I'm being cute right now?

Arthur could feel her face was burning up from those words Niila said. She went and picked up her boba before almost downing it and placing it back on the night stand.

"Only you'd think that..." she mumbled softly. It was loud enough for him to hear, but quiet enough that she wasn't yelling.
Arthur busted out laughing when Niila mentioned that she could have brought him cat feces and he would've been happy. She didn't mind the topic since she talks gruesome subjects to him all the time. Maybe he was nervous?? Maybe he was feeling just like her? Could she even wish for something like that after the guilt she has felt from a year ago?

In order to not remember that time, especially right now, she looked over at Niila while he spotted on his drink. He seemed to like it which she felt instant relief for.

Granted she didn't like dark chocolate because it was a bit bitter, but she ate it anyway. It's not like she hated it. Saying 'Thank you' as he handed it to her.

"Hm? Of course I'd be here anyway! I like.. spending time with you" she said while he came to sit down. She noticed he left some space. Was he being mindful of her?

"No no, this wouldn't be boring..I like a challenge anyway, so even if I don't get it the first time I'd wanna try again" Arthur said joyfully. She scooted closer to him, ignoring her nerves at the moment.

Is it bad that I want to be this close to you? That I'm staring at you and all your facial features as you're trying to explain to me about guitar? I'm over hear messing up on stumming and youre being really patient with me.. if you keep doing this how am I not..supposed to like you? I have to keep reminding myself that you probably don't want me. You don't want someone that you might have to leave.. that you should get someone from your hometown and call it a day... but I can't help, but want to be selfish when it comes to you.

While they were taking a break Arthur had too many emotions built up in that moment. She reached up and touched the side of his face before kissing his cheek gingerly with her soft lips. After she pulled away she said, "Thank you for.. being patient with me" she could barely hear her talking. Her heart was beating so loud. What if he didn't like that? Was that a mistake?









@Myling

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[Myling]

scroll

angry puppy

Niila.

mood

The happiest than ever, but also scared of rejection

outfit

Casual outfit

location

His host family's place

interactions

Arthur

tags

.Curious.Nat.

"Many people must think so."

Niila simply stated to Arthur. He had heard the girl say only he would think she was cute, even though the girl had said it in a pretty quiet tone. The girl was blushing and being extremely cute once again. Did she even know how cute Niila really found her? Wait.. blushing? A) was Arthur being uncomfortable B) Was she just a person who blushed a lot or C) was she having romantic feelings towards Niila too? Niila really hoped for the latter. But that couldn't be it, right? There was no reason for Arthur to be interested in him romantically. Ugh.. stop giving me false hope by blushing and acting all cute when you don't have feelings for me.. Niila's thoughts were typical of his pessimistic nature. However there was still a hint of hope in him that Arthur was sharing his romantic feelings. Maybe they were mutual.


Even Arthur's laugh was so cute. Niila was glad that laughter was her reaction to his awkward cat cece talk. Even the way she ate the chocolate Niila had passed to her was cute. It was unfair how cute everything was about her. Oh god, I really have catched all the feelings towards her, haven't I? Niila had to admit to himself. He took a couple pieces of the dark chocolate too, in order to get distracted from his thoughts. Niila was used to the bitter taste and it wasn't enough to make him stop gushing over how cute Arthur was and how much love he felt towards her.

"I'm glad. I like to spend time with you too." The boy said a clear happiness in his voice when the girl of his dreams had said she would be at the place anyways. That she likes spending time with him. Niila couldn't help but notice Arthur coming to sit closer to him. And even when the finn didn't react in any way… he was super glad the girl had decided to come and sit closer to him. Well 'not reacting in any way' was a lie. He was reacting by smiling once again. This time it was a small subtle, but extremely happy smile. Niila wasn't the type to smile a lot but in Arthur's company he couldn't help but do it constantly. Niila just nodded, still smiling, when Arthur said she would like the challenge of learning guitar. Niila showed her what strings to push to get the basic chords right and then let the girl do it herself. She was learning pretty fast.

When they were having a break, Niila just kept quiet. Suddenly he didn't know how to start a convo. Usually it was Arthur who rambled about various things and Niila was more than happy to listen to her. However Niila wanted to try his best to be seen as someone likable in Arthur's eyes. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to try to do some small talk? And just when Niila was going to open his mouth to talk… he was disturbed by a kiss on his cheek. Arthur then thanked him for being patient with her. Niila's usual serious facial expression was back on his face and his eyes were wide open. "You kissed me." Niila stated the obvious. "Why?" He then asked even though he knew the answer. He couldn't belittle himself anymore. He didn't know what the hell Arthur saw in him, but it was clear her feelings were mutual to his own. His face was as red as a fire truck, and it felt like his heart was going to jump away from his chest.

"Please don't tell me I misunderstood this cheek kiss. It's not an American thing, right? It's not something friends do, right?" Niila needed some reassurance even though it was now clear Arthur had romantic feelings towards him. "Arthur…" He started his sentence. "I really like you, and not in a friends sorta way. I have imagined doing all sorts of things with you… giving you a hug and kissing you. Please be honest and tell me if you're feeling the same." If it was possible to blush any harder than before, Niila was definitely doing it.

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[.Curious.Nat.]

Processing. . . .

outfit: link here

mood: disbelief

location: Niila's Rm

Arthur says. . . .

When Niila had his usual serious face it made her second guess the kiss. Was it wrong? Did he not like it? It wasn't until he spoke up and each word made her blush more.


"Please don't tell me I misunderstood..."


His words rang in her ears on repeat in a matter of seconds as she looked at him. How could she not? She was shocked. How could someone who she liked like her back? Have the same feelings for her. Was she dreaming? She even pinched her arm to make sure.


"You like me.." she mumbled, Processing everything he said. Her face was now as red as a tomato and it went up to her ears ad she nervously looked down. She now started playing with her fingers as if to help get words out of her mouth.


"Niila I..you.. it's not an American thing..and I only kiss you on the cheek, not anyone else so to me no its not for friends.." she stated. Her blonde hair falling off her shoulders, covering her face more and more.


"You're really not messing with me?.. please tell me you're not..I don't know if I can handle it if you are I..I like you and if it was a joke I don't think I could handle it. It's always been you though..always." she mumbled just like it was just the two of them and nothing else.


She dreamed of this moment over and over again. She didn't understand why she had to be so..nervous. Her heart was 10 seconds away from exploding. Did she say it right? Maybe more. Yes more.



"Niila I like you very much and..really if you don't and this is a game then just tell me now so you can reject me and I can painfully try and get over you.." she said a slightly shaky voice.


Could he tell? Could he tell how scared she was of this confession. It was much wanted, but she could've never fully prepared herself for it. Was he thinking the same thing as her? Was he as nervous as she was. She shyly glanced up at him. She did at least want to see his face even if her hair seemed to cover a lot.






@Myling

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[tamarapasek]

MOOD: Happy and oblivious to all that’s going on

OUTFIT: https://i.ibb.co/thtQ7w8/C9-D2-F689-160-E-4-A83-8065-1-A77610-F71-DA.jpg

LOCATION: Aquarium

basics

MENTIONS:

INT:
Qwertycakes
Chimney Swift
r e i
LowkeyLovingLoki

tags

TL;DR Jolexei goes on an aquarium date

tl;dr

Josephine Kingston

Don't stress, don't falter

"Kennedy Porter I swear, I'm going to kill her." Jo grumbled angrily to herself. That damn ex of her boyfriend's had gone too far this time. Was it enough to invite herself to hangout with her and Alexei? Of course not! She had to show up at his apartment naked. Aghast, Jo has quickly excused herself, leaving her devoted boyfriend to pick up the mess, and after a talk and many many apologies they were fine.

Fine in the loosest sense of the word of course. Though Jo would rather die than admit it, she was kinda pissed at Alexei. He hadn't crossed any lines as far as he could see but he wasn't exactly drawing any with his ex. Though Jo would insist she was a problem and trying to steal his back, his concern for something happening to her was too much. And worse, he was starting to hold Jo responsible for how the ex situation was resolved, asking her if he should cut her off or not. The answer would always be that he should, and she knew he'd do it if she asked. But why couldn't he ever just do it himself? Why did he need her to give him the push?

Jo frowned, prying open the door to the bookstore to see her coworkers congregated, with the exception of Shiloh and Mags, but the addition of her boyfriend's friend Hassim. "Hey guys!" She grinned, her hands also signing the greeting instinctively. She was by no means fluent or even halfway there with signs, but she'd attempted to learn basic signs in order to converse with Max.

"Sorry I'm late. I had kind of a crazy morning." She chuckled, with a slight sigh. "Anything you specifically need me to cover, or should I just work the desk?" She questioned, leaning on a book counter slightly. Blissfully unaware of the previous events, she was just here to work the shift and go home. And get blissful sweet confirmation that there was no spunk on the walls. She'd still been scarred from the previous couple's romp. So was Max, even though she had insisted on doing the bulk of the cleaning.

Yes, no spunk would make this crappy day slightly better.

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[Dazzle]

MOOD: confused/loney

OUTFIT: grease stained white tee shirt and jeans

LOCATION: The Pierce's front door

basics

MENTIONS:
Elf_Ruler (Lemon)
.Curious.Nat. (Milo)

INT:
LowkeyLovingLoki (Levi)

tags

TL;DR anger and awkward

tl;dr

Reid Callaway

never admit when you're wrong

Reid had missed the message that both him and Levi were on their way with water for Lemon. He didn't expect to see Levi today, and though he didn't worry him when it came to his relationship with Lemon. Reid had already crossed a few lines when it came to Levi when he first came to town.

Levi and Reid had made plans to hook up, but when Reid found out that Levi was such a close friend of Lemon's, Reid ghosted the poor kid. Even after he had forced the kid to out himself to Reid.

As Lemon's tryouts came to an end, Reid and Levi walked Lemon over to the parking lot to meet up with Milo. Only to find out Lemon's was getting on the back of some other guys bike. Reid could feel the heat rise up in his chest, Milo's stupid smirk plastered on his face. Reid swore that Milo knew exactly what he was doing.

Reid wrapped a possessive arm around Lemon's neck, drawing her in to his side as he pressed his lips to her temple. "If you want I can just give you and Milo a ride, I know that your dad wouldn't want you on a bike." He said, trying to sound as genuine as possible. Though it was more his own feelings, the thought of Lemon's chest being pressed up against Milo's back, her having to wrap her arms around his waist.

Lemon only gave him a look, and he just nodded, taking her duffel bag from her without another word. Lemon and Milo were gone, and Reid had a pit in his stomach.

He stood there in silence for a few moments before turning to Levi. "... I won't tell anyone... About.. Yea." Reid chewed on the inside of his cheek, trying to distract himself from the thoughts about Milo touching his girlfriend in ways she hadn't even allowed Reid to yet...

code by valen t.

 

[Dazzle]

MOOD: She's at Work...

OUTFIT: black teeshirt, black jeans, black apron

LOCATION: The Bar

basics

MENTIONS:

@lion.

INT:
ALittleRedLie

tags

TL;DR

tl;dr

Harper Anderson

ever feel like you have the best intentions, but just keep making one mistake after another.

Harper felt the color drain from her face. She hadn't told anyone about Zach, she had no plans to any time soon. Let alone someone that was practically her boss. "I uh." Harper looked for some kind of excuse that she most definitely didn't have. She didn't want to say it wasn't what it looked like, because it most definitely was exactly what it looked like. She was dropped off by her boyfriend, who loved public displays of affection. The exact opposite of her.

"Hi Jonah- we, he, I mean." Harper took in a deep breath before she continued talking. "He was just...."

"What!? No, never, we haven't-" Harper's eyes went wide, the color flushing from her face, leaving her skin paler than ever. "I am just going to stop talking now." Harper pinched her lips together holding her breath. She needed learn to keep her mouth shut.

"I am guilty." She finally let the breath that she had been holding in for who knows how long. "It's complicated Jonah." Why was she spilling her guts to him? Jonah did not care about her high school drama, but she had to tell someone.

Winnie wouldn't get it, and she knew if she told Max it would just break him that she had even kept the secret. He was always so scared to be left out, and always trying to protect her from Zach's antics.

"I.... I haven't told anyone I'm dating him..."

"I'm pretty sure that they'll be more mad I kept it from them at this point, than the fact that everyone hates him."

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[r e i]

Shy

the bleeding sun

Shy was not having the best of times. Their father had to pick up a shift to make ends neat as well as their mother as well. Their younger sister is watching the boys but unfortunalty their little sister had her hands full with just the boys and couldn't take Kie as well. So Shy tried to find other ways to see if someone could watch him but Ivy was at the cheerleading thing and everyone else who knew about Kie, was also doing school things. So they didn't have a choice but to take their son with them to work. So they texted Mags and got ready then went to get Kie ready.

Kie wasn't a difficult child to get ready in the morning with. He was just a sleepy child at heart so they had to get him dressed while also making sure that he woke up completely. "Come on baby boy, you are going to mommy's work today. " They said softly as they picked up their son from his bed, and got him ready for the day without much complainning from him. Once he was dressed and washed. They got his backpack all ready, with snacks and his tablet. They made sure to grab his headphones as well. Kieran looked at Shy's and smiled wide as he ate his strawberries and cream oatmeal of which 95% is just getting all over his face.

"Mama! 'Ook sta'berry'!" Shy just smiles and laughed "I see baby! I also see a messy baby." THey went to grab a wipe and started to wiped their son down. Making sure to not do it roughly but quickly as they were running late. Once he was clean. they hurried and got their backpack on. Grabbing shoes, they put them on and headed out the door. Deciding to grab their car instead of walking. They placed Kie in their carseat and once he was ready and strapped in. They got in the driver seat and drove off, they may or may not ran a light to get to work at least less then 10 minutes late. They arrived to the bookstore and parked in the staff parking lot. Once they were safely stopped. They got out the car and went to get Kie.

"Ok baby boy, remember the rule when mommy and you are outside and with strangers. Mommy is called sissy. Ok baby boy?" Kie looked and nodded softly. "Oki Mama!" Shy smiled and kissed him on the forehead. They got him all out of the car and rushed inside. "Sorry I'm late! I had to get my brother ready!" They put Kie at a table where they could keep watch on him while they were working. They got him all set up with the tablet and the headphones. Telling him that if he needs them, to come and get them or one of their co-workers who they know. They turned to the rest of the group with a smile that hid how worn out they were truly.

"So what did I miss?"

bookstore.

worn out.

shy xxx kieran xxx

tamarapasek Elf_Ruler Chimney Swift LowkeyLovingLoki

coded by natasha.

 

[Chimney Swift]

MOOD: nervous

OUTFIT: Flannel Boy is Back

LOCATION: A Likely Story

basics

MENTIONS:
Mags Elf_Ruler
Artemis LowkeyLovingLoki
Hassim ALittleRedLie

INT:
Jo tamarapasek
Shy r e i

tags

TL;DR
Max finds a pregnancy test in the trash and freaks out a bit

tl;dr

Max Berkowitz

We accept the love we think we deserve.

After Mags' husband showed up, giving her a hug from behind and a kiss, the two of them left the store for the day. They always seemed like a happy couple, Max thought. Their display of affection left him a little wide-eyed and flustered, but after they departed, Max timidly returned to his duties and tried to push the thoughts of what she'd told him from his mind until the rest of the group arrived.

Jo and Shy had informed the others that they were running late, leaving Max and Artemis running the store alone for a bit after Mags left. Luckily, they made it in before any disaster befell the store. Jo walked in already looking like she was having a stressful morning. He’d learned to pick up on Jo’s emotional cues which Max couldn’t blame her for. He looked like he’d seen better days himself.
Besides, now that Jo was here, it was only a matter of time before her boyfriend mysteriously appeared lurking in the store…
Whether Jo thought so or not, Max knew that guy was definitely a book thief.

When Shy joined the crew a few minutes later, coming in last but not least, Max noticed they had brought their baby brother. Max waved down at the toddler, always making an effort to be nice whenever Kieran had to be there. Max had always enjoyed his job, but he knew that this was probably not the most fun place to be for a 1- or 2-year-old. He mentally prayed that today would not be the day that Kieran decided to color on the books or knock over a display or spill something sticky on the carpet. He didn’t know if he could handle that kind of stress after this morning.

They were off to a bit of a late start already, himself and the two girls gathered by the desk trying to figure out where to start for the day. Jo spoke, and said something about a crazy morning, unsurprisingly, but Max quickly found himself having trouble keeping his attention on lipreading and he was losing a lot of words in her sentences.
“Anything… should I… desk?”
Max, too embarrassed to admit he’d missed the point of what she said, nodded and shrugged. He was suddenly overcome with the feeling that if he didn’t tell them what Mags had said now, he’d lose his nerve and be stuck thinking about it forever. They deserved an apology from him anyway… he’d been weird about this.
He glanced over at Artemis, who was still back behind the shelves talking to the lifeguard. Maybe the two of them didn’t need to be here for this conversation… Max would have to tell Artemis later.

He covered his mouth and cleared his throat.
“So… uh. You guys were right.” He started speaking uncertainly, already worried he was being too loud and someone would overhear him who wasn’t supposed to know. Like Artemis’ friend. Or the toddler. Was Kieran old enough to even understand this stuff? He probably couldn't even understand Max's accent, but Max couldn't help but be afraid of a tiny child running around telling the whole town his boss was pregnant.
Would it be better to write it down? That would take too long at this point… giving up and walking back to go get a whiteboard would be too awkward and humiliating.
How was he supposed to go about telling them this? He hadn’t thought ahead–
Too busy thinking about other things.
“It was Mags. She told me about the… Sorry. You were right.” He rubbed the back of his head, trying not to look away. He couldn't hear his own voice, and couldn't stop thinking about whether he was even being understood. After all these years, he still had doubts.
“...Is there anything anyone wants? I’m covering for Artemis later, and… you know. I can make it work.”

code by valen t.

 

[r e i]

Faith

the perfectionist sofie

Faith was already over with today as she watched as hopeful future cheerleaders do not even begin to pass her test. Did they even remember the routine that was taught to them not even taught to them less than a week ago? "YOU! Back there, YEA YOU! It's a flip, not a cartwheel! Can you even do anything right?!?!" She groan as they went through the routine again. They had to shape up this team if they had any chance of going to state championships this year. Her parent's expectations are exactly that. They wouldn't expect anything less from her. As well as running the company, she had to be the best in grades. Luckily Donna had taken the mantle of student body president which her parents didn't want Faith to run against her. They wanted them to be friends, for a chance that they could learn about her parent's company. Her job was simple. Be friends with Donna Lee, and become close with her, close enough to figure out all her secrets and give them to her parents for ammo against her parents. Only that, she didn't want to do that all. Donna has been her only friend that ever understood how hard living a life of expectations was. It wasn't like Winnie didn't understand. She understood the pressure but Don understood what it was from. The everlasting expectations of parents who expected so much from you. The crushing pressure of failing and seeing their disappointed faces. It was too much at times.

Donna understood that, and because of that, Faith didn't want to lose her friendship. Betraying her certainly would make sure to that. She sighed as she watched the potential cheerleaders do the routine and mess it up again. She closed her eyes and breath deeply and out. "I can't... 10-minute break! And when we come back, I expect to see cheerleaders not whatever this is. " She walks to Claire who was advising her own group that includes the gremlin duo, which is quickly becoming Faith's only hope for a good season. She may hate Claire, and she does. A lot but they both wanted the championship this year, and nothing was going to stop that plan. "My group isn't much of cheerleaders. I might be able to make something but...it's gonna be some serious training. Maybe even some Saturday training." She says to her while looking at the group doing the routine. "How's your group doing? I know the freshies bitches are good, but what about the rest of them?" She asks "Any hope of a state championship?"

Faith needed some kind of hope that they were heading into something good and at least workable. The failure of last year's non-championship is still weighing on both of her parents and her minds. She needed a win this year, and she will get one. Even if she had to train every day.

These cheerleaders will not know what hit them. She'll make a winning team out of them.

football field.

frustrated and annoyed.

xxx

Chimney Swift tamarapasek Elf_Ruler Qwertycakes Claire

coded by natasha.

 

[r e i]

Frankie

the football player with no heart

Frankie was excited, it was football time. A time where he can just relax about everything but his parent's expectations. His parents already texted him this morning as they were on a business trip with Ellie the bitch for the past week. The general message of the text was that he was to be better than everyone else. He wasn't to slip from his spot or there would be problems. Not that it wasn't already issues with his grades but working with Harper was working at least. He seemed to be getting a little improvement with his understanding of subject matters...all of them. So he was hopeful that he could at least work a C+ average instead of a D average this year. He goes to park the car, as he had to be early to make sure everything was set up. He was the captain.

Frankie gets out of the car, and starts unloading his trunk with his football gear when he hears a voice that he loves to hear. It was Lucky. His boyfriend! He turns to him and smiles brightly. "Lucky! Am I really the dipshit? I still beat you here. So I guess I'm not the dipshit today babe." He still couldn't believe that Chance Matthews was his boyfriend. He had wanted this since they were kids but...it wasn't like he thought it was. Chance still gave him butterflies, and he still couldn't help but smile when he was around his boyfriend. There was still something missing though. Something important. Maybe it was because Frankie was afraid that he was gonna screw this up. This was his first real relationship...after everything. Maybe it was just him. He didn't want to tell him about his doubts because he didn't want to break his heart. He was sure that he wanted Chance. It was just a matter of whether he was ready for him...or if what he was feeling was right.

Chance looked around before giving Frankie a kiss. He was ok with the secrecy, he wasn't quite ready either to announce to the world that Frankie Gomez was taken. Not because he was afraid to ruin his reputation but because then he will have to tell his parents. His parents hated the Matthews and tried their best to tear the twins away from each other but suddenly stopped last year. Something tells him that Faith had something to do with it. He knows that tearing Faith away from Win would make his twin go to war with their parents. He thinks that's exactly what she did. He still just needed time to prepare for the disappointment that would be surely in their eyes once they found out that he was dating a Matthews twin. So in other words, he needed as much time as he could or would get. "Well Lucky, I'm here, aren't I? We are definitely winning the championship again this year. No excuse!" He says with confidence. His parents wouldn't take an excuse anyhow. They expected him to make championships and he was not about to disappoint them by any means.

---

This tryout was going well! They had a great group of people trying out, and they were not disappointed at all. He was smiling the whole time. He looked at Chance who was grinning along with him. "Lucky! Look at this, we are going to have an amazing season. No doubts about it! This is gonna be our year all over again." He says brightly wanting nothing more but to kiss him but holds back. He looks at his watch. They have been doing drills for the past 30 minutes. He didn't want to tire them out too soon. There was more to come. "I'm calling a 10." He tells Chance with a smile as he walked out. People looked at him as he got to the middle of the field. Everyone knew of the running back star just like they knew of the star quarterback that was his boyfriend. They were a beast duo on the field. Of course, they had been since they started football together. So some of the newbies were of course stars struck by both of them.

"Alright! Calling a 10-minute break. Rehydrate and take a breather. This tryout is far from over!"

He looks across the field to see his sister and Claire running cheerleader tryouts. He decides to go over to see how they were doing. They were their cheer squad of course. He runs back to Lucky "I'm going over to Claire to see how her tryouts are going! I'll be back before the break is over I swear Lucky!" He gives him a smile before running over to Claire. Frankie can't help but admire how she looked in the cheerleading outfit. To his surprise, butterflies started in his stomach, just like with Chance. He buries them though. He was with Chance, and not her. He can't like her....he couldn't do that to his Lucky. It wasn't right but he..couldn't help but smile when he got to Claire. It was something about the senior that made him just instantly smile around her. He couldn't help but flirt with his baby girl. It was how they worked, how they always worked.

"Hey baby girl, you over here cheering for me right?" says with a wink. He could see his sister rolling her eyes at him. He gave zero shits, all he cared about was his baby girl at the moment.

football field.

happy and flirty.

football practice gear

Claire Qwertycakes Chance ALittleRedLie

coded by natasha.

 

[r e i]

Isabella

the drug dealer teddy bear

This has been a hard two weeks for Isa. After getting out of the hospital, and finding out that the Matthews-Marriot were adopting her. She honestly didn't know what to do with herself. She had parents finally. A big ass family that wanted her...every part of her. It was like she was in the twilight zone. She didn't know how to handle it but she didn't want to turn back to the old habits that got her in the hospital the last time. Especially because of Bear. Her bear had been so patient with her. Not pushing to talk or even coming around. She knows it because the girl felt guilty even if she had told her that this wasn't her fault at all. Isa should make better choices. Nothing that she could have done, would have prevented this. It was always gonna happen at some point. Or that what her therapist said, her new parents had a few demands for her as they became a family. One of them was seeing a therapist. She hated this therapist, he never really listened to her. Tums had told her of another therapist that she could go to. She'll introduce the idea to her parents later.

Wow, she finally had parents. A home. People to call hers. Isa didn't know what to do with that. Honestly, Nolan and Liz had been her parents longer than what the paper said. After they told her the news, she didn't hesitate and started to call them Mom and Dad. Cause that was exactly what they were. Her mom and dad. Now she had to fix things with everyone else. Baby boy...just everyone. First, was Liz. They hadn't talked...really talked since the incident. There was so much to talk about. Where they stand. What they were. She decided to text her once and for all. Boy is she glad that she did. Bear was her...girlfriend. FUCKING LIZ BISHOP WAS HERS AND ONLY HERS. People might say that they jumped into this relationship but honestly, it wasn't like Liz and her just met. They had been friends for years and what this incident had taught her more than anything is that life is just...all about taking chances on people. And hoping to all, that it ends well. This is what she was doing, taking a chance.

Today was her bear birthday, which of course even being on house arrest, she had a gift prepared for her. Her parents were in charge of getting the house together for a small surprise party for her. Isa knowing that her bear never really celebrated her birthday, wanted to make this one different. So she would make it the best birthday for her. She was already planning on picking up Liz. Since her gift was taking her to the community college and telling her that she bought her a whole semester of cooking classes. It was expensive and took her entire savings but she wanted her to have everything to make her dream come true.

Isa even texted Carson inviting her to the party. She knew that Liz would want her there but wouldn't say it, afraid it might hurt her, but Isa wants to her to be happy. She always want her to be happy. She grab her keys and goes to the garage getting into her car.

After leaving her house, she headed towards the motel that Liz was staying at for meantime. She wanted her to find something better, but bear wouldn't let her help. Wanting to do it all on her own. Once she got there, she parked. Glancing at her phone, she saw that she had a text from Max.

She sighed. Isa was not ready to talk to Max and that showed in their conversation that went no where and ending in her blocking Max. Until he agrees to the agreement. She asked Tums, and everyone to keep an eye on him for her as she stepped back. She needed him to see that she wasn't gonna budge on this...not this time.

Then...surprisingly she talked to Max's half brother Ryan. Ry she called him. He reminded her of her best friend named David. He was a foster kid, that acted just like him. It was like they had been friends all their life. She told Ivy to make his life hell and which she will not take back but he...might not be so bad. After talking to him for a minute, she exit out of her conversation with him. Texting Liz that she was here.

She waited for her girl to come out....she was too excited to see her girlfriend for the first time...since making this thing between them official.

in front of Liz motel.

excited, and a little bit terrified.

xxx

Chance, Nolan, and Liv ALittleRedLie Max, and Ivy Chimney Swift Liz @PenguinFox Ryan purplecowdutch

coded by natasha.

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[Myling]

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angry puppy

Niila.

mood

The happiest than ever, but also scared of rejection

outfit

Casual outfit

location

His host family's place

interactions

Arthur

tags

.Curious.Nat.

"I do like you, and honestly it might be even more than that. I've never felt like this before."

Niila felt embarrassed talking about his feelings so openly but he really wanted Arthur to know how he felt about her. How deeply he cared for her and how deeply he wanted to be with her.

At this point Arthur and Niila were both red as tomatoes. Niila stared silently at Arthur, observing what the girl thought about his confession. She nervously looked down and now started playing with her fingers. Perhaps trying to distract herself? Maybe it would help her to get words out of her mouth?

Niila knew kissing someone on the cheek wasn't an American thing nor something friends did. Still hearing Arthur say it out loud was reassuring. The best thing about Arthur's sentence was the end. "I only kiss you on the cheek, not anyone else so to me no it's not for friends.' She had stated. It made Niila extremely happy.

However, the next thing she said made the boy a little disappointed. Arthur asked if he was messing with her. Why would Niila do something so cruel to someone he cared for so much? "Don't worry. It's not a joke. I'm not messing with you. Even if I didn't have feelings for you I wouldn't do anything that cruel." Despite feeling all sorts of feelings Niila was able to keep his voice calm.

"But that's not the case. I really care for you. I really like you and want to make you mine." Arthur was looking down, blonde hair covering her face. Arthur has a scared look on her face, a look that made Niila hurt. Did the girl really think he was going to reject her? That wasn't the case at all. "Arthur, look at my eyes." Niila stated since he wanted to look at her directly before talking more. "Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[High5ives]

Tuck​

Swords clashed with one another, echoing in the cold winter air. Each strike rang, one after another, forming a symphony of sharp and rigid clangs and clatters. The wind swirled around the two swordsmen, battling atop a twisting spire that challenged God in the way that it rose above the clouds. The lightning of the storm around the two men seemed to strike in time with the duel itself, though the sound was drowned out by the wind. The violent gale roared like a banshee screaming damnation down upon them, cursing their very existence. And then, black.

Tucker groaned, lazily tossing his remote onto the bed and rubbing his eyes. He’d lost to the same boss five times in a row now, and it felt like he was only getting worse.

A level of haze sat in the room, highlighted by the sunlight pouring through the open windows. Posters, tapestries, and blankets hung from the walls, bringing a shocking amount of life to what was ultimately just a garage. Tucker had been living in the garage since he’d come home from his exchange. For obvious reasons, his parents didn’t approve of his new lifestyle, but they were reasonable enough not to just kick him straight to the streets. After all, they were confident this was all just a phase.

They’d come to a simple compromise. The garage, disconnected from the house, was Tucker’s to do with what he wanted (within reason of course.) The caveat to that, was that the garage was less than comfortable, at least before Tuck had gotten his hands on it.

Since that time, Tuck had done quite a lot to spruce up his new living space. Carpets covered up the cold concrete floor, and he’d gone through the trouble of painting the inside of the garage door like some grand mural. The furniture, a few old tables, a ragged couch, and the assortment of stoner-esque decorations Tuck had taken a liking to, had all been found at various thrift shops. In all, everything felt old, but in a way, it fit. Tucker had turned the garage into his own little space. Essentially a flat, with his meager kitchen, bedroom, and living room all rolled in to one. (Tucker still had to go into the house to use the restroom and other facilities. Granted, he had tried to set up his own make-shift plumbing system. His dad had said no…)

A bong set on one of the little coffee table Tucker had set in front of the tattered couch. Smoke still slowly drifted up from the bowl, remnants of Tucker’s most recent little smoke session. Despite stereotypes, Tucker was neat. As soon as he had turned off his gaming system and set his controller back where it belonged, he went about cleaning up after himself. Putting away his bong and other ‘items’, Tucker moved methodically. Like he’d done this before. He had.

Honestly, he was kind of surprised that his parents hadn’t commented on the smell of weed on his clothes. (Not to say he always smelled like weed. Tucker had specific ‘smoking clothes’ in order to keep the rest of his wardrobe clean and smoke free.) Truth be told, Tuck was certain his parents both knew about his little smoke sessions, and simply chose not to comment on it.

After cleaning, Tuck went through his regular day. Scrolling through social media, making himself a snack, maybe smoking again. He had a routine to be sure, but every day around the same time, that routine was interrupted.

The heat.

Summertime heat might feel good when you’re out on the beach or hiking in the woods, but when you’re inside a giant wooden box, the heat soon becomes unbearable, normally before noon. Fine by Tucker, he enjoyed the outside. Besides, weed wasn’t the only hobby Tuck had picked up in Amsterdam, he’d become damn-near-addicted to skateboarding. (He was too modest to ever admit it, but he was actually getting pretty good.)

So as the temperature within the garage began to rise, Tucker got dressed. A tank top, tie dyed shades of blue and green, with the arm holes cut so low you could see most of his side (It was the first time Tucker had tried to make his own tie dye. He might’ve messed up cutting the sleeves.) Shorts and vans were typical, as were the ray ban sunglasses that perched on his nose by the time he had come to stand outside, skateboard in hand. With his hair tied up in a little bun, ear buds firmly in place, and a suspicious roll of paper in his back pocket, Tuck set out into the world.

Tucker might have grown up in Anchor Bay, but every day he’d been home he’d discovered something new to love. Recently, that had been the ocean. Tuck had rapidly formed a borderline obsession with getting his hands on a surfboard. Something about the rolling waves was comforting. They were always there. Sure, some days they were bigger than others, but the Ocean was always there. The smell of it always lingering both in Tuck’s nostrils and his memory.

The constant ‘click-clack’ noise of the skateboard wheels rolling over the sidewalk lines kept Tucker grounded in reality as he cruised down the streets and alleyways, occasionally stopping to try and jump a handful of steps or try some new trick he’d seen on his phone. He was oblivious to the people around him. Some, just watching him skateboard, laughing when he chuckled or making a slightly impressed face when he managed to land something. There were others though, looking down their noses at him. Elderly folks mostly, they seemed to despise the little new-age hippie that now wandered their town.

Tucker didn’t mind though. Before the judgmental old people, it was bullies in the hallways. Picking on him back before he had the confidence to stick up for himself. Point is, you could say he was used to being looked at a little differently. He had just gone from being a brainiac-freak to a hippie-freak. Oh well. Tucker had already decided he didn’t particularly care what other people thought of him. Most people anyways. The disappointing looks from his mother still stung, and truth be told, Tuck still desperately sought out acceptance from his peers. His ‘peers’ had just shifted from nerds to angsty rebels. To be honest, Tucker still couldn’t decide which ‘side’ he preferred more.

That’s what tucker thought about as he rode his skateboard. Himself. He’d changed so much recently, and while for the most part, he liked the new Tucker. The new Tucker was fun, spontaneous. Sure, he might’ve completely abandoned any desire to achieve academically, but who cared?

Tucker cared. At least some small part of him he’d pushed deep down. Late at night when he was laying in bed, he often wondered if this change had all been for the worse.

Most people didn’t seem to like him before. He was a nerd. A geek. A loser. When other kids were partying or hanging out, he was preparing debate speeches or building chemistry projects. Tucker hadn’t been popular before. At least not unless you counted the school’s staff’s opinion of him.

Then again, Tucker wasn’t sure if people really liked him now?

 

[.Curious.Nat.]

Processing. . . .

outfit: link here

mood: Happy!

location: Niila's Rm

Arthur says. . . .

M-more than like? Like..no no he couldn't...he..he could.


Arthur felt a rush of relief when he told her that he wasn't playing a game with her and that he wouldn't do something so cruel. She smiled, chuckling a little. "See I knew that I just...I overthink. Especially when it comes to you. Nothing really goes in favor of me so I don't know how to..uhm..sorry I'm rambling" she slightly shook her head, still looking down.


He wants me to be his? Did I just die? I must've heard him really wrong..


When he told her to look at him it took a minute,but she finally looked up into his chocolate brown eyes. She noticed the pink tint on his face and now she can associate it with blush. He was blushing because of her..


"Do you want to be my girlfriend?"


His words enveloped her in a warmth she could never describe. She couldn't help,but smile. The creases by her eyes making it known that it was real and she was happy. The happiest she'd been in a while. Even though the guilt started to creep up she resisted it. She didn't want anything to ruin the moment.


Arthur glanced down for a moment so she could intertwine their hands, before looking back up at him.


"Of course..I mean if you'll have me I'd..I'd want to be yours" she said with the soft voice as well as gentle features.

She couldn't remember the last time she felt like this...or maybe she's never felt like this..but she can say whole heartedly that she would give everything up to feel how she is right now with Niila..her Niila.








@Myling

coded by kaninchen

 

[Myling]

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ballet boy

Ronan.

mood

happy, excited

outfit

simple

location

Streets of Anchor Bay

interactions

Tucker

tags

High5ives

Ronan had promised to see Jesse today.

He did have cheer tryouts but no one wouldn't mind if he came there little late. Ronan was walking in the streets of Anchor Bay while thinking about various things, mostly the boat regatta and his mistake. Two weeks had passed from the boat regatta. Two weeks had passes from his mistake... him kissing forcefully the drunken and infamous Vinnie Lowes. The same Vinnie Lowes who was dating Ro's friend Jenny.

Sure Ronan was still feeling guilty about the whole thing, but he was surprised how easily he was able to move on. Despite screwing up so badly people went easy on him for some reason. Perhaps it was because Vinnie was a jerk and no one cared if he faced struggles. Perhaps it was because Ronan was normally sweet and kind, someone who didn't want bad for anyone.

He was able to talk the whole kissing episode through with Jenny, who wasn't mad at him. Vinnie was still mad and bringed the thing up some times, but that wasn't a surprise. What was a surprise was Jesse. Ronan was sure he would get beaten up because of the kiss, but that hadn't happened. Sure his secret boyfriend had gotten really mad, but this time he didn't resort to violence. Ronan was really happy about it. Happy that he could sometime do mistakes and it didn't have bad consecuenses.

Maybe it meant Jesse was changing for better. Maybe Dr. Berkowitz was in wrong about their relationship being an unhealthy one. Maybe the man didn't just understand the relationship of the two boys. Ronan really loved Jesse and wanted to do good for him. He wasn't always sure if Jesse felt the same way, but why he would be with Ro if he didn't care about him? Ronan caring so much about the other boy made him feel even more quilty about kissing someone else. Ronan wanted to compensate his wrong doings by doing something good for his loved one. He wanted to surprise Jesse by drawing a picture of him. Ronan hoped Jesse would agree on becoming the model for the younger boy who would then draw him.

Ronan had his packback packed full: lots of different art supplies to do the Jesse drawing and change of clothes for the cheer practise. Ronan was half walking half hopping. He was feeling excited and happy about his little surprised. He was so happy and excited he almost missed the familiar yet unfamiliar face. The older boy was skating and dressed like the hippie he was. It was Tucker the ex-brainiac and current stoner, Ronan's advisor when it came down to weed. The younger boy took his phone from packback's front pocket and sent a quick message to Jesse. 'Something urgent came up. I can't see you after all.'

Ronan put his phone back and started to run towards Tucker. Maybe he had some weed with him and Ronan could get his first high. "Tuckeer!" He shouted the boy's name as loud as he could in order to get his attention. At least he managed to get attention of random people walking on the streets. Their heads kept turning towards the running and shouting boy, but Ronan didn't care about them. "Hii there!" He said in an excited tone once he reached his weed advisor. Ronan first looked to his right, then on his left and eventually just straight into Tucker's eyes. "Do you have some with you?" Ro whispered as if it was something to be secretive about.

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[.Curious.Nat.]

MILO BROOKS

location:dorm,outfit: plain black hoodie and black ripped jeans. Mood: Unlucky

Milo took off his helmet as he saw the trio coming. He had rolled his eyes now before anyone could see. After he shook his dark hair he waved back at Lemon with a small smile. He was all set for getting out of there already.

The kiss on the forehead Reid so happily displayed was stinging his heart. The look Reid gave him to made him think he did it in purpose.

Real mature.

"Oh relax Reid. This bike is my life, I wouldn't have her riding with me if I didn't think we wouldn't be safe. Plus I wouldn't ride in your car" he said taking his helmet and putting it on Lemon securely. He glanced at the other person there before opening his mouth. "I'm Milo by the way." He said as the latch on the helmet clicked and now she was ready to ride.

Milo helped Lemon on the bike first before getting on. Milo gave a glance to Ried before turning his head slightly. "You're gonna have to hold on to my waist or something. I don't need you falling, okay?" He said while she got situated.

"She'll be back at a reasonable time" he said with a slight smirk before starting up his loud engine and riding off. The wind in his hair, his face called him down... but he knew he wouldn't get over how Lemon was this close to him...and he knew that if she wasn't riding with him she wouldn't be like this. She wouldn't be holding him. She would be holding Reid. That thought alone made him feel jealous and more alone.

After the nice bike ride he parked in a parking lot so they could walk to get ice cream and candy like he promised. He helped her take the helmet off and laugh when she had helmet hair. "You might want to fix that situation at the top, but ym how did you like the ride? " he said smiling. Even though his heart was heavy and his skin was burning from where she touched him.

Haah you'll never be mine..fuck..

"I'm ready when you are" he said calmly to her.

coded by natasha.

Dazzle Elf_Ruler

 

[purplecowdutch]

MOOD: vague, hungry

OUTFIT: a blouse, blazer and a pants suit

LOCATION: At home

basics

MENTIONS:
@Dazzle


INT:
@ALittleRedLie

tags

TL;DR Sed fermentum tortor nulla, vel sodales nibh bibendum eu. Maecenas a lacus a libero blandit commodo. In lobortis aliquam urna, id tempor ex semper at

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Derrick Lowes

He twisted the toothpick between the fingers on his left hand while leaning against the counter, looking at the text messages he was receiving. Derrick was supposed to be cooking but got a little distracted talking to the curly-head in his dm’s. Artemis was definitely not the kind of guy he would normally go for but since he saw his picture Derrick couldn’t get him out of his head, god, he felt like a teenager all over again.

The oven peeping loudly woke him up from his daydream as he rushed to get the chicken out, Derrick had planned a romantic dinner with Astraea. The blonde and him had been getting along great though there was one problem, she didn’t seem to see what was actually going on between them which was way more than just friendship and Derrick was waiting impatiently for that to blossom.

Derrick walked out of open kitchen as he sat down across of her, noticing her blonde locks hanging nicely over her shoulders. She was about as perfect as you could get, though he didn’t have the same emotions he had for Dee and the excitement he felt to see Artemis. He just wanted Astraea to finally make a move on him, it had felt like forever and time definitely cost him money now that he was working for the big boss.

‘Bon appetite,’ Derrick said as he placed the chicken before quickly pulling his hands back because of the heat. He smiled softly as he let his feet touch hers under the table to have some kind of physical touch after all. ‘Do you mind if I ask you something personally?’ Derrick started his question, holding the wine bottle up to see if she would want any. He filled up his glass full before looking up to her again, ‘do you want to have any children, Astraea?’ Derrick asked her now looking her straight into her blue lookers. He wanted some sort of reaction from her, anything that would make him feel more secure about it all.

Before she could answer Derrick took over again, grabbing a piece of chicken. ‘I always wanted to have children but since my brother had his, I’m not that sure anymore,’ he stated, Derrick had a way of doing everything his brother wouldn’t do just to make sure he wouldn’t turn out the same way. ‘So, how do you feel about us?’
Derrick now looked away, realizing what had just spilled out of his mouth. God, he was such an idiot but at the same time he felt relieved. If this was the way of getting into her pants it was long overdue, after a while he was able to look her into her eyes again. Yeah, he wasn’t going to back out of it now.

code by valen t.

 

[Dazzle]

MOOD: confused

OUTFIT:

LOCATION: derrick's

basics

MENTIONS:
Elf_Ruler

INT:
purplecowdutch

tags

TL;DR Sed fermentum tortor nulla, vel sodales nibh bibendum eu. Maecenas a lacus a libero blandit commodo. In lobortis aliquam urna, id tempor ex semper at

tl;dr

Astraea Dupante

there are so many beautiful reasons to be happy....

Astraea played with the fork that laid on the table as she waited on Derrick to return spinning it in circles next to her empty plate. God, why was she so nervous, it was Derrick, he was nice, he was more than nice to look at.. They had been hanging out a lot ever since he admitted that he didn’t seem them as just friends. But here she was, nervously spinning a fork on the table, thinking about Carson’s soft lips on hers.

Even if the kiss had only lasted a second, it had left an imprint on her memory.

She shook her head, trying to remove the memories from her brain. She didn’t like Carson like that, she didn’t like girls.

Derrick came back into his dinning room chicken in hand, Astraea quickly sitting up straight as she tucked a loose curl behind her ear. “You really didn’t have to go to all this trouble.” She froze ever so slightly as she felt his leg rub up against hers. What was she even supposed to do in this moment. “N-no, go ahead!” She strained a smile onto her face, trying to mimic his movements under the table.

His hand lifted the wine bottle up, “Please.” She almost sighed with relief as she lifted her glass to his outstretched hand as he poured a generous pour of wine into her glass.

She also choked on her wine, placing the glass down rather abruptly. “I-I’m sorry.” She said as she covered her mouth. “I.. I don’t know.” She bit her bottom lip, taking a rather large gulp of wine. “I never really thought about it…” She never really had the time to think of a better answer before Derrick was asking them about, and what they were.

“Well…” Astraea smiled while awkwardly twisting in her seat, she reached her hand across the table taking his hand in hers. His skin was dry and rough, and now that she had his hand in hers, she still had no idea what to even do with it. “I like you.” She slipped her fingers into the empty spaces of his.

“What are you thinking?” She pressed her lips together tightly, picking up her glass of wine with the other one. She spun the wine around in circles creating a tornado with in the red, only because she had seen everyone do this in the movies. She had no idea why she was supposed to do it though.

code by valen t.

 

[Elf_Ruler]

Lemon Pierce

As Lemon let Milo adjust the helmet, she couldn’t help but laugh a little. She could only think of herself as a really tiny astronaut, but it also felt large on her small head. Once on the bike she was nervous to grab onto Milo, but she knew she had to, so she wrapped her arms around his waist. As they got going, she had squeezed him tighter closing her eyes as they zoomed along the streets, not once letting her grip loosen. When Milo had stopped the bike Lemon had a hard time letting go, but once she realized they were stopped she accepted Milo’s help off the bike and help with the helmet.

As he mentioned her hair, she pulled out her phone to look at her hair in her camera and couldn’t help but laugh a little, “Helmet hair isn’t a myth.” She laughed a little as she attempted to fix the mess the helmet had created, “The ride was fast, but it wasn’t terrible.” She smiled up at Milo. Lemon was ready for ice cream, “Lead the way!” she followed next to Milo, “So how did you find this super-secret ice cream cart?” He could’ve gotten lost, or just had a day of walking, but Lemon wanted to get to know as much as she could about Milo. He needed someone that wasn’t Vinnie. Really it was hard to believe that Milo was even related to someone like Vinnie.

Lemon couldn’t help the smile on her face, “Along with your discovery of this ice cream, what’s your favorite flavor. I really like pistachio or butter pecan with sprinkles. Sprinkles make everything better. It’s like glitter for food and life is always better with glitter!” Of course, there were people who disagreed with her glitter philosophy, but those people were boring. She also wanted to know if Milo liked her idea, it would help her know what kind of friend he would be, not that she would be hurt if he hated her theory. But what if he did? What if he thought she was dumb, and he hated her like Vinnie did? She wasn’t sure she could handle that much hatred, and she began to mess with the necklace she was wearing. It would be okay; he wouldn’t hate her. No one else would hate her, she didn’t mess up here, she was doing well.

Mention(s): Interaction(s): .Curious.Nat.

 

[OdinsTwoWolves]

MOOD: Happy to be with her

OUTFIT:

LOCATION: Wherever Tatum Kidnapped Him Too

basics

MENTIONS:
Elf_Ruler

INT:
Elf_Ruler

tags

TL;DR Two lovebirds out on a date

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Ryker Thompson

"You're so wonderful, I lose myself every time you speak."

“I know, I believe you…” Ryker brought his other hand across the table cloth and closed her hand in between his, looking across the space between them with dark eyes that gleamed with a kind understanding he rarely showed to anyone. “You don’t have to tell me anymore then you feel like you need too baby, all I know is that you’re here and you’re okay…. With me. That’s all I could ever ask for..” He looked at her, he felt that blackness rear its ugly head and started this battle within him, churning his stomach like it was a ship in a storm. Ryker wanted to love, say it and feel it, drown it and be enveloped inside of it but… He wasn’t meant for love in this world, maybe the next or maybe never. Ryker was not “salt of the earth”, just scum… His eyes dropped down to the table while the blackness fought through him, strangled him and kicked him, but he shrugged it off and fought it, tonight was not going to be night to wallow in his issues, but celebrate having Tatum in his life again. “Let’s enjoy tonight, cause I missed you and you missed me, we’re definitely gonna go back to my apartment after this right?” He flashed his stupid grin, threw a flirty wink at his dirty insinuations that he knew she wouldn’t deny.

The food came and it was delicious, but the conversation was even better. Ryker was happy to just talk about anything if it meant being alone together came faster. He talked about his grandfather, the coming of Snuffles from the breeding pair that Ryker had chosen, but he probably talked about Wendy the most. He was pretty sure that this would finally be his foster failure after her litter came and she was spayed, she was so sweet and calm, he was sure she could help him tame his next foster cats that came in.

The calmness in him came to a rattling stop when Tatum sent that picture, it’s like the part of his brain keeping him chugging along just fell off the canyon wall and his heart started to drum so loud, Ryker was deaf. “You’re painful Tatum.” He whispered, twirling the tip of his fork across the plate as Ryker peered across the table at her with the same dark eyes he had laid on her when she first entered his apartment. , just full of need and lust, his shoulders tense with a pent up energy that he wanted to release. “Why do you have to do this to me?”

code by valen t.