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kermits-cup-of-tea · 2 years
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im grieving memories that i never had,
that were stolen away
when i was forced to grow up too quickly.
my mind is a soup of mismatched puzzle pieces,
filling in the blanks i will never know.
while i pay taxes
he gets a vacation,
and i try not to be bitter for something
i never had.
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apocalypse byler part 10: senior prom scenario!
mike and will occupy the empty auditorium, seeing all the abandoned decorations that scatter the place. streamers are on the floor, balloons are deflated and the sign that says ‘HH SENIOR PROM’ is old and tattered, its one side hanging from the other.
the two boys take a minute walking around, to process the tragic image of a school event that never came to be. will picks up a lone decoration and tries to attach it to the wall with a somber smile on his face. mike on the other hand, looks at the display of empty tables and strokes his hand through the fabric.
‘i wonder how theyre doing.’
‘who?’ mike asks.
’the people. they were supposed to have their prom.’
‘yeah?’
‘so im just wondering how they are right now. so many memories could have been made. they were probably so excited, and it was stolen away, just like that. they didnt know any better either.’ will says, rubbing his fingers together inspecting specks of dust. ‘they must have been so confused… scared.’
‘its not your fault. we’re going to take everything back the way it was.’ mike says in an instant, as if he knew what will was gonna say. will looks back at mike, then to the streamers, and nods slowly.
‘yeah…you’re right. sorry.’
mike stares at will for a while until he clears his throat. ‘you ever had dances back in cali?’
will smiles, shrugging. ‘yeah, one time. it was a smaller event but it was fun.’
mike smiles back, but it quickly fades. ‘did you..manage to meet anyone?’ mike asks.
will chuckles, smirking at mike. ‘well fortunately for you…no. i had some girls who asked me, but i said no.’
mike crosses his arms and looks down with a grumpy look. ‘if it were you 4 years ago, youd be dancing with girls all night.’
will blushes. ‘you’re exaggerating. it was only 2 girls, anyway.’
mike walks to will with a teasing grin on his face. ‘Will the Heartbreaker.’ has a nice ring to it.’ will giggles, punching mike gently on his stomach. ‘i am not.’
’good,’ mike say softly behind will, making the other boy turn around. mike then wraps his arms around will’s waist and pulls him close, making him gasp. ‘i only want you breaking my heart.’
will’s smile drops. ‘..i dont want to break your heart at all.’
’i don’t mind if you did. especially how much of a dumbass i was, i kinda deserve it.’ mike says it jokingly, but will’s kicked puppy dog expression stays the same, making mike’s humerous demeanor drop immediately.
will looks into mike’s eyes, putting both of his hands on his cheek. ‘stop saying that. all you deserve is the best.’ he retorts.
’well… good thing i already have the best.’ mike says with the biggest shit eating grin as their faces draw closer, their foreheads touching.
‘god, you’re such a dork.’ will whispers, looking down. he moves his hands from mike’s cheeks to around his neck, pulling mike closer than he already was. ‘i dont think i can handle you during an actual prom date.’
’oh you wouldnt, byers. im gonna be the cheesiest goddamn date youll have.’
‘oh yeah?’
’yeah. i have plans.’ mike says smugly.
’you thought about it?’ will presses, with mike nodding. will’s curiosity was getting the best of him, and feels himself getting bold.
‘…what would you prefer our prom date be like?’
with mike’s hands around will’s waist and will’s around his neck, it didnt take long for them to start swaying their bodies together. there was no music, only the sound of their gentle breathing. for both of them, it was more than enough.
‘hmm. let’s see. i’d uh..pick you up from your house…’
’mhmmm?’ will hums, looking at mike with so much love. his mouth starts to hurt from smiling.
’id give you flowers.’ will scoffs and rolls his eyes. mike chuckles and continues.
‘… and a mixtape,’ will looks up at mike once again. ‘..of all the songs that reminded me of you when you were gone.’ the two boys smile at each other.
’and we’d take photos. id hold your hand. our moms would be all over us.’
will laughs in response. ‘we’d never make it to prom at that point.
mike giggles. ‘yeah.’
he notices will bite his lip and avoiding mike’s gaze. ‘whats up?’ he asks.
will loves the way mike wont let him have any thought unspoken.
‘would you want to do that to yourself, though..?’
mike furrows his eyebrows, still not getting at what will’s saying.
’would you want to be seen with me?’
mike stops in his steps, ceasing their swaying motion. will’s gaze was still averted, clearly fearful.
‘i just dont want you to feel uncomfortable. i dont wanna pressure you or feel like you have to be seen with me because-
mike puts his one hand on will’s face and brushes his thumb on his cheek.
‘will. i love being with you. and i want people to see me be with you. and if they have a problem with that?’
mike’s thumb gently lifts will’s chin up, making their eyes meet. ‘’then they can go to hell.’
will stays silent, taken aback by mike’s simple but impactful words. its as if his worries were washed away in an instant. not too long after, his eyes are flooding with tears.
‘…are you sure?’
mike sighs and kisses will’s forehead. ‘yes. when this is all over, i swear to god im taking you to prom. and not just prom, but dates too. we’ll listen to music together. i’ll introduce you properly to my parents. and all the things i said before wont just be a fantasy anymore. we’ll be out in public, where everyone can see us. i dont want to hide anymore, will.’ will’s lips curl up the more he hears mike talk.
mike looks at him with expectant eyes. ‘do you… feel the same way?’
’yeah!…yeah.’ will sniffs. ‘i do. id really like that.’
‘cool!’ mike replies, his voice cracking. the two boys start laughing together.
‘cool.’
mike stops laughing and looks at will in the eyes with a confident smile. ’remember, whatever happens..’
’..we’ll face it together.’
they smooch ❤️❤️❤️
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ballnnchainn · 2 months
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few questions:
how do you feel about erics natal chart? did anything rly stick out to you?
would eric have enjoyed compliments and verbal affection more than physical? he seemed very needy physically (as any inexperienced teenager would) but i read somewheres that while in his relationship with the girl he dated 20 times, it wasnt touchy at all and that he was very, very respectful towards girls; i dont think he minded it not being physically affectionately based, but i figured id ask
erics natal chart… honestly, i need to learn way more about astrology in general. first of all, astrology aside, whoever made that chart that goes around online… eric was born in wichita, kansas not plattsburgh, new york!!! that always irks me, lol. also, i dont know where they got his birth time from so we should take it with a grain of salt. but honestly, aries sun, cancer moon & scorpio rising pretty much says it all. i mean i could just look at that and say “yep thats eric”. if we assume his chart is true… the other thing id point out is that he has a lot of aries placements and 6 fire placements overall. are we shocked? i dunno, i need to learn more.
eric definitely appreciated praise. heres some quotes from his journal: “if people would give me more compliments all of this might still be avoidable..” “you people could have shown more respect, treated me better, asked for my knowledge or guidance more, treated me more like a senior..”. i think eric would’ve probably really liked both.. but i think what he needed more was the actual praise. wayne harris was pretty strict as a military parent (if you know, you know) and i doubt eric even got praise on a daily basis. he also hated how he looked. being complimented wouldve given him a very much needed self esteem boost.
the girl he dated like 20 times or more was sasha jacobs. id have to go back and read what she said again, but i do remember on the date he had with susan dewitt (prom night 99) he was super respectful of her and only put his arm around her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. if a girl didnt want a touch, absolutely eric wouldve backed off immediately. i think being with someone, talking about deeper things, and actually being treated like a human being wouldve been most important to him.
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shop-cailey · 1 year
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questioningyourfate · 2 years
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The Ravages of Youth
Fate here. First, I’m gonna answer a sort of general question I get a lot from people who are convinced that I deserve whatever legal and karmic action directed my way, and it’s usually asked on behalf of or sometimes by parents of babies and children who passed. Why don’t I ever step in to save them, is the gist of what they’re yelling and crying at me. 
I can’t tell them anything too comforting. The threads of each individual’s life are made up of different materials, different fibers, and different strengths. Sometimes, no matter how careful you are or how much practice you have, all you need to do is touch a given thread and it disintegrates. Most of the time, it’s nothing personal, it’s just that the material I was provided with is unsustainable.
Now, onto the more typical sort of mundanities people like to berate me for:
Fate,
I was a cute kid, as far as kids go. Maybe not beauty pageant material, but enough that random strangers would stop my parents if we were out in the mall or at the park and coo over what an adorable little thing I was and how I was sure to grow up to be a real heartbreaker someday.
Then I hit puberty. As if the growth spurt that went outward before it went upward wasn’t bad enough, not to mention body hair so thick that my classmates made monkey noises every time I walked into a room, I developed horrible acne. Even I had to give the one bully who shared all my honors and AP classes credit for the time he told me my face looked like a topo relief map of the Himalayas.
I washed my face every day, twice a day. I tried every remedy I or one of my friends, parents, or doctor could think of. Benzoyl peroxide, accutane, tea tree oil, low-grade antibiotics, this special scrub made from Dead Sea salt, whatever. It would maybe help things clear up a little for a week or so, and then it was like my face would get used to it and start breaking out again. It was so bad that I didn’t bother getting senior pictures taken and refused to let anyone with a camera near me on prom night.
My mother told me she had bad acne in high school, too, and she eventually grew out of it, implying that I would too. It got better in college, but it didn’t completely go away. I maybe shouldn’t have been surprised that grad school made it worse, but I was unhappy when it settled somewhere between grad school and college levels of badness once I was done with school for good. 
I’m about to be thirty and it’s still raging on. I’m sure it’s been a contributing factor in why I have a hard time getting dates, much less a relationship, never mind breaking somebody’s heart. I’m also sure it’s why I’ve been passed up for job opportunities I’d be perfect for, since most of them require a certain level of authority and experience and want you to look the part, and the only thing I look like I’m qualified for is busting gas-station and liquor-store clerks who don’t check IDs. 
I know we all have our burdens to bear, Fate, but did you have to put mine on my face and make me carry it this long?
You think you’re facing age-related discrimination or at least the appearance of it? Try being older than your whole species as well as most of the rest of its contemporaries! Everybody including your own lawyers expecting you to be on point at all times, never allowed to make a single error in judgment because, according to them, you ought to know better! 
You’ll have plenty of time to lament your squeaky-clean good looks or lack thereof, child. Let your perceived fresh-facedness be your guide as you fail - I mean, flail - your way upward.
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plentyoffandoms · 3 years
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I'm Movin' On (Part 1)
Eddie Kingston x f/Reader
Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.
Warnings: Some swearing.
I hope you like it.
Gifs & photos do not belong to me.
Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ Eddie Kingston Masterlist ♡ I'm Movin' On Masterlist ♡ Adam Page Masterlist
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Summary: f/Reader is the ex-wife of Adam Page & they have a child together. They co-parent well together. She & Eddie Kingston fall in love & have their own children.
Stephen Woltz - Adam Page ☆
Y/N's POV:
"BLAKE WOLTZ YOU BETTER BE READY IN 5 MINUTES OR I WILL HAVE TAKE AWAY YOUR TABLET."
I yelled from the bottom of the stairs. I heard the little foot steps running around his room, trying to get ready to leave.
I sighed as I went and got ready myself. I heard the footsteps of my six year old son running down the stairs.
"You got everything there buddy?" I asked him. He handed me his bag and I made sure he had his homework that needs to be done and his favourite blanket.
"Ready to go Mom." I knew he was excited. He always is when he spends the weekend at his Dads'.
Blake was almost the spitting image of his father except for his eye colour and skin colour. He takes after me with both, but he is just his father.
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The two of us got in the car and drove to Daily's Place. Blake was talking about what him and his Dad were going to be doing this weekend.
I listened of course as Stephen tries to do as much as possible with Blake and get those memories in.
Made me think on my own memories with his father.
Stephen and I met at Halifax County High School in Virginia. We clicked right away and became fast friends.
Then we ended up going to our Senior Prom together and we started to date. We both went to Virginia Tech and our relationship was strong.
We got married after graduation in Virginia, on my family property. A couple of years later, we had Blake. He was the happiest baby and has always brought joy to our lives.
But as the years went on, Stephen and I just fell out of love with one another. We both tried to make it work but we knew we were better off apart and just co-parent Blake.
We pulled into the parking lot of Daily's Place and I made sure to remind that he will be staying with Renee until I am done work.
I work behind the scenes as an interviewer and Renee usually watches over Blake when she is there.
When she isn't there, it is usual Amanda that will watch over him or even a member of the Dark Order.
The two of us walked into the building and we said hi to everyone on the way through. We walked our usually root to the locker room of The Dark Order.
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"Dad!" And Blake was off, dropping his backpack, running towards his father who caught him in his arms and lifted him up for a hug.
"How's it going Blake?" Blake told him what has been going on with school. Stephen listened intently, never missing a word.
"Hi Y/N." I heard from around the room. I said hello back.
I picked up the backpack and made sure to give it to Stephen after he put Blake down.
"Make sure he does his homework." I told him.
"He always gets it done Y/N."
The two of us chatted for a bit until I had to go and get ready for work. Blake stayed with his Dad and Renee will come and get him when she gets here.
I just finished getting my makeup and haie done when Eddie came in. We spend a lot of time together and have known each other for years.
But lately whenever I see that smile of his, my heart seems to beat fast.
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"Hey Y/N, looking good as always."
"Oh stop it Eddie, but thank you."
The two of us talked and he asked me if I am going to be doing anything this weekend.
"Probably do a spa day or something. Stephen has Blake."
"Want to come to dinner with me at Jon and Renees'? BBQ, tomorrow?"
I thought on it and I mean I get to spend more time with my friends.
"Sure I haven't had a good BBQ in awhile. What time should I be there?"
"I'll pick you up for 4." Which I agreed too.
"All done Y/N." I was told and I said goodbye to them and went to change into my dress and shoes.
I had no idea that Eddie was watching me leave the room, with a small smile on his face.
Part 2
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wingsofanillyrian · 3 years
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Lights Over Monaco: Chapter 1
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ITS HERE! I plan on updating this weekly/biweekly, based on how busy I am. Let me know if you wanna be added to the tag list! 
Special thank you to my new F1 friend for inspiring this fic as well as being my beta reader, @acourtofcouture​ ! F1 fans out there, her fics are AMAZING
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F1 Glossary
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Nesta Archeron discovered Formula 1 when she was 9 years old. She woke before the sun one Sunday morning, quietly excited to have the television all to herself and watch whatever cartoons she wanted. But she couldn’t remember what channel they were on, instead flipping through the programs. She had almost given up when she stumbled across a race.
The moment she had seen the brightly colored open-wheeled cars flash across the screen, she paused. For whatever reason, the high pitched wasp-like scream of the twelve cylinder engines and the astonishing speed that the drivers were travelling enthralled young Nesta. She didn’t look away once for the rest of the race, or even for the post-race interviews and wrap up that most adults skipped. Something about it had her adrenaline pumping.
Nesta traded her dolls for matchbox cars, and when she grew older, picked up racing magazines instead of teen ones. Ever since that day, Formula 1 consumed her. No matter how the other kids or her two younger sisters teased her for it, her love for the sport never tarnished. 
She spent years getting up at 2 am to watch live races that were being held halfway around the world. Instead of going to her senior prom, Nesta stayed home and layed out her predictions for the season’s drivers and constructors championships. She didn’t know how to do anything half-ass. She poured her whole heart into the sport and devoted her life to it.
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Nesta spent her 24th birthday working. It wasn’t like she could request the day off, not that it mattered. The racetrack at Monaco was exactly where she would have been anyway, working or not.
A press pass got her through the first security checkpoint. The team tents loomed ahead as she waited for personnel to cross the unstriped asphalt, inching her car carefully through the throngs of people. She rolled her window down, soaking in the sound of air tools and snippets of conversations. 
Street tracks like Monaco were her favorite. They required drivers to push themselves with plenty of technical corners and dramatic incidents. There was less room for error, as the tracks themselves were not as wide. Drivers had to know their limits and follow the racing line closely.
Race tracks were Nesta’s comfort zone. She knew each track on the calendar like the back of her hand. Every turn was permanently etched in her mind like words on a tombstone. Race weekends followed a set schedule, something that she could appreciate. Friday: practice laps. Saturday: more practice, followed by qualifying, where each driver got the chance to set the fastest lap and secure a spot in the starting line up for the main event on Sunday.
Before she had graduated college, Nesta had managed to fully entrench herself in the world of Formula 1. Securing an internship at ESPN her sophomore year, she had made herself indispensable to the crusty old man that had been the senior track side reporter for decades. She studied everything he did and the questions he asked each driver, noting what changes she would have made. Somehow, he came to admire her spirit and taught her the tricks of the trade.
When he retired the year after Nesta graduated, he went to the board of directors and personally recommended her to fill his spot. She waited two agonizing days for their decision. 
Using whatever means necessary, Nesta had clawed her way to the top and cemented her reputation as the most cutthroat reporter in the industry. Her goal had been for everyone in motorsport to know her name, and in only two years, she had done so. Better yet, she had caught the eye of one of the fastest drivers on the grid.
Her phone rang just as she pulled into the press parking area. She answered, not bothering to check the caller ID. “Hello?”
Tomas’ velvety voice thundered through the speakers of her Civic. “Hey baby. You here yet?”
“Just pulled in,” She replied, touching up her makeup in the rearview. 
“Right on time for a quickie. Meet me at my trailer in five.”
Tomas had already hung up before she had the chance to protest. Both their reputations hinged on their relationship staying secret. If the press caught wind that she was fucking a driver, her credibility would go out the window, and Tomas would be the laughing stock of the grid. So sneaking into his trailer wasn’t exactly the type of discreet she was aiming for.
Tomas Mandray had been racing for Red Bull for two years when she had scored her first exclusive interview with him. He had just been awarded pole position at the Spanish Grand Prix in Barcelona, and Nesta had sweet talked her way into the paddock. It had taken minutes for his charming blue eyes to enchant her. He had won that race, and taken her to bed straight after. 
The sex was great, but that’s all it ever was. Their relationship was purely based on the physical; nothing emotional on either end. They had agreed on that from the start. Just sex.
Unfortunately for Nesta, somewhere along the way it had become something more.
Sighing, she put on her oversized sunglasses and hid her tawny hair under a gauzy scarf. The fashion wouldn’t stand out at all amongst the celebrities that frequented the Monaco Grand Prix. Going over the top here was expected; Monaco was known for its money. Due to the lack of income tax, Monaco was a haven for white collar delinquents and royalty alike. Lamborghini’s and Ferrari’s were commonplace, and women wore rings that could set a jewel thief up for life. 
No one bothered her as she strode towards the pit checkpoint, flashing her press badge to get by. She fell into her usual cadence, exuding an air of importance and invincibility. Seemingly without realizing, people moved out of her way when they saw her coming. The navy, red, and yellow of the Redbull tent came into view, and Nesta inserted herself into the crowd of mechanics and VIPs to get past security. Press wasn’t allowed in the area until after the race.
Nesta broke away once inside, heading down a back corridor. She knew the layout by heart, having walked the path many times. The door at the end of the hall led outside to Tomas’ private trailer. She didn’t bother to knock before entering. Tomas would already be waiting for her.
He set down his phone as she entered. “Finally,” He said with a savage grin. “We only have a few minutes.”
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Tomas left as soon as he finished, donning his jumpsuit without so much as a kiss goodbye. Utterly used to the behavior, Nesta straightened her clothes and again touched up her makeup before heading back out.
She was scheduled to conduct a pre-race interview with Cassian Valle in the Mercedes tent in twenty minutes. Redbull and Mercedes were at opposite ends of the pit, giving her plenty of time to think.
Truthfully, Nesta was dreading the interaction. Cassian was an arrogant ass. She couldn’t stand interviewing him; all he did was skirt around questions and try to flirt, which made it incredibly difficult to get any headline-worthy tidbits from him.
Azriel Sainz, Cassian’s teammate at Mercedes, was much more amiable. He was mostly forgettable and quiet, but always gave her something to work with and was sometimes downright pleasant to talk to. She could understand why the public loved him, but not why they were so enamored with Cassian. Sure, he was a three time world champion, and that earned him plenty of fans, but he was just so… dreadful.
She made it to the Mercedes pit just minutes before the scheduled time, immediately spotting her tense cameraman, Jacob. Slim built, he was average looking, nothing special. He was sweet though, if not a bit of a pushover.
“Where the hell have you been?” He hissed, chocolate brown eyes wide. “Valle is waiting.”
Nesta rolled her eyes, handing Jacob her sunglasses and the scarf. “I’m here now, aren’t I? Not my fault if he was early.” Nesta accepted her microphone and rolled her shoulders. “Let’s get this over with then.”
“Happy birthday by the way,” Jacob added. Yes, there was the pushover side shining through. 
Nesta threw a grin at him over her shoulder. “Thanks.”
Cassian’s back was to her as she approached, his white Mercedes jumpsuit half on, the arms of it cinched around his waist. The crisp gray shirt he wore left little to the imagination, hugging his sculpted form. Good; at least that would capture the attention of any women that might be watching. As would the deep brown curl that fell in his face when he turned to her.
“If it isn’t my very favorite reporter,” He crooned, a grin plastered on his face. “Took you long enough to get here. I also hear it’s your birthday.” Nesta glared at Jacob. He shrank under her steely look, an apology stumbling from his lips.
“I would give you a birthday kiss, but I think you’d knock me out if I offered.”
Nesta pointedly ignored him, “Let’s just get on with it,” She said, motioning to Jacob to start recording. Once he signaled he was ready, Nesta breathed deep, the sweet scent of high octane fuel assaulting her senses. It steadied her, and she slipped into her professional mask before turning to the camera.
“As we all know, the Monaco Grand Prix offers drivers a unique set of challenges. The two-mile street course has 19 technical corners with little room for error. It is in Monaco that we get to see who has what it takes to be a Formula 1 champion.” She turned to Cassian, gave him a professional smile and continued.
“Last year, you had a puncture at turn seven when you ran over some debris. Coupled with the fumble the pit crew had with not having your tires ready when you came into the pit, you finished a disappointing 12th place, winning you no points in the driver’s championship. Do you expect that this year will be better, or will you stick to your usual aggressive driving style?”
Cassian laughed, running a hand through his unbound curls. “Yeah, I don’t think I’ll be changing anything. You can expect to see me on the podium, sweetheart. Most likely in first.”
Nesta grit her teeth. She couldn’t air that, and he knew it. “How about you answer the question without trying to piss me off?”
“It’s too easy,” Cassian said, that devilish grin returning. Nesta cut him a glare that simmered with violence. “Alright fine,” He relented, putting his hands up. “Go again.”
She repeated her question, and this time he answered, “I don’t really see any need to change my driving style, what happened last year was a fluke. I went wide on the turn and didn’t notice Vanserra's front wing until the last second and wasn’t able to change course.” Nesta nodded, encouraging him to go on. “I don't see myself making any mistakes like that this year. You can expect to see me on the podium, most likely in first.”
“Thank you for that Cassian. Good luck on the track today.”
“Thank you,” He said, waving at the camera. He paused before adding, “Though I won’t need luck.”
Nesta rolled her eyes and signaled for Jacob to cut the recording. At least that last bit could be edited out. “You are absolutely insufferable, you know that?”
Cassian shrugged, undoing the arms of his fire suit and slipping into them. “I do my best.” He winked at her before zipping up his suit, opening his mouth to say something else when the Mercedes team principal, Rhysand, barked at him to get his ass in gear. He gave Nesta a wordless salute before jogging off.
“I don’t know how you do it,” Jacob said, packing up his camera. “That guy has balls.”
“He’s a Formula 1 driver,” Nesta said simply, putting her sunglasses back on. “Of course he does.”
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Nesta watched the 78 lap race from the press box, silently cheering Tomas on. Each time the pack of cars passed, the windows rattled, doing little to muffle the engine noise. She chatted with the others as necessary, keeping one eye on the tarmac below. Tomas had started from pole position, and held onto first place until the final 10 laps. He had attempted to lap an AlphaTauri driver when the driver had failed to yield, violating FIA regulations. The two had bumped tires in what was ruled a racing incident, but Nesta knew better. Tomas had lost his cool and nudged the other driver on purpose, nearly sending him into the wall. 
It was a bad call on Tomas’ part, as the comfortable four second lead he had held over second place shattered. Nesta swore under her breath as Cassian overtook Tomas, her heart dropping when the other Mercedes driver, Azriel, did the same. Tomas would not be happy about that. 
When the checkered flag waved, Cassian was first, Azriel second, and Tomas third.  The winners parked before the podium, anger radiating from Tomas as he tore his helmet off. Tamlin, the Redbull team principal, said something to Tomas that had his cheeks burning red. 
Nesta grabbed Jacob and headed for the press room. They had a half hour tops before the post-race interviews started, and Nesta had to make sure she was front row. Though it didn’t matter where she sat; she always made sure her questions were answered.
It was more so for Tomas. She wanted him to see her, to see the understanding on her face and know she supported him even when he didn't win.
They were first to the press room, and Nesta had ample time to prepare questions. She couldn’t question Tomas, or she risked uncapping his rage. Instead, she jotted down a question she knew would shift the focus from Tomas to the Mercedes drivers.
Reporters began filing in, vying for the perfect spot and debating the race results with one another. Nesta remained in her seat, determined to maintain her composure as her stomach churned. Tomas finally entered, jaw set as he took his place on the stage. Nesta tried to subtly catch his eye, but he pointedly avoided looking at her. 
Cassian and Azriel entered, laughing and congratulating each other. Nesta noted the slight change in Tomas’ posture, the only hint of the blood boiling beneath his skin. Cameras flashed, reporters shouted, but still Nesta remained seated. Cassian, at least, sought her out in the crowd, and flashed her an ‘I-told-you-so’ grin when he found her. Once the clamor had died down, Nesta stood. The room quieted further, the others having learned not to talk over her if they valued their jobs. Nesta had a knack for digging up dirt on anyone she pleased.
Her eyes were still locked on Cassian as the moderator indicated she could ask her question. 
“Azriel,” She started, turning to the dark haired man, “You were lucky you were able to take second in this race, after the incident in turn twelve on lap 27 when you sustained heavy damage to your front wing, thanks to the actions of your teammate. Does it ever get under your skin that Valle’s overly-aggressive driving threatens your own position in the championship?”
The room was silent. Tomas hid his grin behind a well-manicured hand. Cassian’s eyes narrowed, a muscle in his jaw fluttering. Good; she had hit a nerve. Azriel shrugged, crossing his arms. 
“It was a racing incident. Could have happened to anyone. I don’t think the blame lays entirely with Cassian; I could have given him more room on the corner.”
And that was that. Nesta didn’t ask any more questions, but she could feel Cassian glaring at her throughout. At the end of the interview, all three drivers thanked everyone before leaving.
As Nesta made her way back to her car, she texted Tomas.
You okay?
Her heart pounded as she waited for the reply. Her phone buzzed minutes later.
I’ll be home late. Party at the Redbull house.
Oh. Okay. See you later then.
“Happy birthday to me,” She muttered, stuffing the phone in her pocket.
Nesta wasn’t sure why his reply stung, but it cut deep. She had hoped that he would want to see her instead of going to another party and spend time with her on her birthday. Instead, he would probably stick his tongue down another woman’s throat like usual. She couldn’t really blame him. Their relationship had to remain secret and to do so, Tomas had to maintain his playboy aura. It wasn’t really cheating if she had agreed to it.
But if that were true, why did it hurt so fucking bad when he did?
Some of her tension eased when she finally spied her car in the lot. The Blue Bullet, she had nicknamed it, due to the strikingly bright paint. It was the first purchase she had made upon being promoted, and it had since become her pride and joy. She had chosen it because it set lap records left and right when it had hit the market a few years back, and she had craved speed her whole life. On city streets, this car was the closest she could get to experiencing Formula 1 without completely breaking the bank.
“How about you don’t ask stupid fucking questions next time your prettyboy loses?”
Nesta’s breath hitched. Your prettyboy. The accusation was clear. Her hand slipped from the door handle, turning towards the voice. If he knew… If he knew about her and Tomas, they were done for. She willed her voice into solid steel.
“Cassian. I would advise you to choose your next words wisely.”
He placed a hand on her Civic, getting in her face. “Racing means you have racing incidents. I don’t expect you to understand, seeing as you’ve never been behind the wheel of a real race car.” He sneered at her car, the insult striking home.
Fear faded, replaced by a rising wave of scarlett rage. Nesta’s gaze stuck to where his hand lay on the bright blue paint, utterly vexed by the infringement. She bared her teeth at him, rising to the challenge in Cassian’s flaming hazel eyes. 
“Get. Off.”
Cassian started at the command in her tone and obeyed. He opened his mouth, but she cut him off. “Understanding the nuances of Formula 1 is my job description. I asked about that incident because I knew it would piss you off. Looks like I was right huh?” Her temper was getting the better of her. “And by the way, would it kill you to give me a decent quote once in a while, instead of always trying to get in my pants?”
“I do not-”
“Oh go fuck yourself,” Nesta scoffed, yanking the door open. 
The corners of his mouth twitched upward as she slammed the car door. “I was already planning on it.”
Those parting words haunted her drive home, even as she took the long way in hopes of blowing off steam. She shifted through the gears, throwing the Civic around corners much faster than was probably safe. Nesta didn’t care; her head was a mess. At least he hadn’t mentioned anything more about Tomas. Maybe Cassian had just thought she had a crush, based on the way she had been looking at him during the conference. Gods, she couldn’t get Cassian out of her head. 
His grin followed her up the stairs to her apartment, where she snapped the curtains shut. She couldn’t bear to look out over the track any longer today. 
Those words echoed in her head as she brushed her teeth and crawled into bed alone. Swam through her thoughts of Tomas, as she struggled to keep her eyes open when the clock showed 1 am. As she finally gave in, they were her last thought. 
I was already planning on it. 
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Ya know, I truly hope Miss Renesmee Carlie Cullen fully dedicates herself to just....being as out there and iconic as possible
first things first- ANYTHING with the loch ness monster on it, she owns. Posters, shirts, jackets, shoes, folders, buttons, iron-ons, there is always at least 5 pieces of Nessie merch on her at all times
once she gets old enough to start high school, the cover story is her and Edward are siblings that Carlisle and Esme took in, and sometimes her classmates will ask her what her biological parents were like and she will flat out be like 'oh, they're vampires' and Edward and Bella are like. 5 feet away trying not to scream
every Halloween she'll show up to school in an elaborate Nosferatu costume
goes out of her way to photobomb people in increasingly ridiculous ways so there will Always be a photographic record of her and in like 100 years she can get a huge kick out of teens on the internet trying to make a conspiracy about her
joins as many school clubs as she can, even if she has no interest in them- she just Really wants a concrete record of herself to exist lmao
ICONIC at school theater though. One of those demon theater kids that come to rehearsal purely to cause chaos and nothing else, but her voice is incredible so she secures every lead. One time she somehow managed to star in a show while also playing in the school band for it- her classmates still have no idea how she pulled it off
Always brings blood out in public in a CLEAR THERMOS and it stresses her family out so much but everyone else thinks she's just like, weirdly into tomato juice so the Cullens can't stop her
to everyone's surprise...her biggest chaos enabler is Jasper lmao. everyone thought he'd be a logical, responsible uncle but they're just. A Problem together. He'll 100% assist her in any prank she wants to pull, he gets her fake id's when she wants to sneak into a club with friends, he bails her out of jail without telling her parents, they figured out if she gets high and he reads her feelings he'll get high too and it's. So fucking funny.
she's always carrying some random instrument around school- like for a while it's a guitar or a harmonica, fine, but then she'll start lugging a cello around, a tuba (she doesn't even play, she stole it off a guy who was annoying her) and it escalates until one day she's wheeling a piano around the building. no one's even sure how she got in in the doors of the school. She keeps running kids over in the hallway with it
You know the Catherine Tate Lauren Cooper skit with David Tennant? Where she's being a terrible student and then perfectly recites Shakespeare? 100% Nessie
when she starts getting dates Jacob keeps trying to wing man and be over supportive and give her a ton of girl advice and it's embarrassing as hell so one day when he was on a spiel about How To Woo A Lady she looks him in the eyes and goes 'oh really? did that work on my mom?' and the Cullens fucking LOSE IT. Jacob had to go live in the woods for a few days because he couldn't cope
Emmet and Jasper: arrive to school in their jeep. Rose and Alice: arrive in a convertible. Edward: arrives in his dumb volvo. Bella and Jake: arrive to school on motorcycles. Nessie: arrives to school on a unicycle while juggling
one year she ended up getting nominated for prom queen and Edward read the minds of the teachers tallying the votes so he knew she won and he and Bella were so excited!! they're like we're gonna take so many pictures of our baby looking like a princess! And then she emerges from her room, actually drenched in pigs blood. Like she just did it to herself and went to the dance and accepted her crown like that
she regularly commits crimes against fashion. If she comes out of her room and sees Alice contemplating turning herself over to the Volturi, she KNOWS she's picked a great look
somehow gets ahold of Aro's cell number and sends him selfies of her blatantly breaking vampire laws captioned 'whatcha gonna do'. he keeps blocking her but she keeps managing to get through to him somehow
she illegally sells soda out of her locker and does people's homework for cash, while also paying other people to do her homework for her. she organizes every single senior prank. she's never gotten a detention in her whole immortal life because every teacher just Adores her for some reason
had 100% used her powers for deserved evil before. Like, if someone's being a dick at school, she'll sneak into their room at night and give them nightmarea threatening them to be a better person lol
sometimes she'll show up at the hospital unannounced and ask Carlisle, in front of his coworkers, 'yo can I raid the blood bank?'
her bedroom looks like a library. every wall, floor to ceiling books.
she's been publishing trashy romance novels under a fake name for almost 40 years now and no one in her family knows
one birthday Jacob takes her on a trip to vegas and they get wasted, at some point they were laughing about how ridiculous their lives are and they're like 'wouldn't it be fucking hilarious if we had a baby'. they then black out, hangover style, and wake up like a week later with a payment on her card to a fertility clinic. Jacob's like 😱 and Ness is just like 'you get to be the one to explain this to my parents'
Their kid is absolutely hilarious, they were correct, and at some point they realized 'wait...drinks blood..doesn't sparkle...can shape shift...we've somehow created a classic pop culture vampire' lmao
Edward had to threaten them to get them to not name the kid Vladimir
Also to be clear: Nessie and Jacob have the EXACT same dynamic as Will and Grace. that's canon.
says its her goal to star in a live action all female production of mamma mia and Carlisle is like 'honey you know you can't do anything on broadway or in hollywood' and she's like, 'no, in real life. I'm gonna go to greece and attract a bunch of women with abba songs' and he's like,,,,,ah
she loves all music but she goes out of her way to Only play stuff she knows Edward hates lmao
one day she remembers she doesn't need to breathe and can see under water and just. books herself a ticket to scotland and Finds The Loch Ness Monster
she actually personally finds a lot of monsters and cryptids like her hybrid aura just attracts all kind of weird shit and she LOVES it. She stops writing trashy romance novels and starts writing autobiographies of her traveling and hanging out with paranormal beings and everyone just assumes its fiction so she becomes a best selling fantasy author lmao
100% she's very into witchy stuff and only like...half in a trendy way. She's like what if on top of everything I've got going on I can cast spells? Think I deserve that power
when she's a couple decades old she catches Edward looking grossed out one day and she asks him what's up and he's like 'I really dont need to hear what creepy teachers think about my daughter' and she's like. oh. Dad we are gonna get SO MANY pedophiles arrested shdndjdn she gets him to expose teachers and she baits them then calls the police. queen.
She finds out she can get tattoos but they fade completely out of her skin within 5 years so she's always getting crazy tats
posts selfies on social media of her just like. hanging out with mountain lions or chilling on top of the space needle. her classmates think they're all photoshopped obvi but it drives her family insane
imagine you're 15 and you're on a nice hike in the woods and you come across your one classmate half naked, sacrificing a bear in some ritual, blood dripping down her face, bigfoot chilling on the rocks behind her filming the ritual on her phone...like on one hand, what would you do, but on the other hand. you've known this girl for a bit and you aren't surprised at all
anyway. stan Nessie Cullen.
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John set a bag of groceries on the table, the six pack clinking and sweating in the heat, and blinked at his oldest son. 
“Jesus, Dean. You hunt a vampire without telling me?”
Dean flushed violently red and lifted a hand to his neck. The line of hickeys down his jugular vanished beneath the hem of his t-shirt, vivid purple and fresh looking. “Um.” 
John chuckled. Dean was seventeen and had been getting laid for a couple of years as far as John could tell from the condom wrappers in the trash, but it looked like he’d discovered a new pleasure of the flesh. 
Sam poked his head over the back of the couch. His unruly hair was in his eyes, cheeks slightly pink, probably a sunburn. Whenever they stayed someplace with a pool Sam developed an inability to keep his clothes on. “A vampire with bad table manners. Get it? Because you shouldn’t play with your food.” 
Dean growled, still blushing brightly, and lunged across the room to put his brother in a headlock. Sam yelped and kicked at him and John turned away smiling as his boys scuffled. 
~
John pulled Sam out of 10th grade in Louisiana to chase down a lead in Oregon, and Sam threw a predictable fit. He was still giving John the sullen silent treatment when they arrived in Bend Oregon a week and two thousand miles later. John dropped the boys at a motel, paid for the week, and then took off to meet his contact. 
He ended up spending the night on a ranch sixty miles or so out of town, where there had been some possible spirit activity. When he got back late the next afternoon, Dean was at the tiny table cleaning the guns and Sam was sprawled out on one of the beds with the TV on. 
“Find anything?” Dean asked. 
John popped a cap off a lukewarm beer. This place was too crappy for a minifridge. “Some EMF. The new owner doesn’t know any of the property’s history, so I’ll have to do some research.” Dean nodded and the movement shifted the collar of his shirt. “That was fast,” John commented.  
“What was?” 
John touched two fingers to his own throat and watched color flood his oldest son’s face as he mimicked the gesture, hand covering the broad hickey on his jugular. John was damn proud of the man Dean was growing into - loyal, smart, a brilliant hunter and smooth with the ladies, but he couldn’t help thinking sometimes that Mary would have wanted her nineteen year old boy to be dating the girl he took to senior prom, not practiced enough to pick up a girl in a brand new town in less than two days. “We’ve only been here 36 hours,” he said. 
Dean squared his shoulders, visibly sliding on the bad boy mask that he flashed at bartenders and bouncers to distract from his fake ID. “It’s not my best record,” he said. 
John shook his head, clapping his boy on the shoulder. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” 
If anything, Dean went even redder at that. “No, sir.” 
At least Sam seemed to have gotten over his snit. He didn’t even bitch when John ordered him to get off his ass and help his brother with the weapons, just yawned and grinned at Dean. John rolled his eyes. Truly, his youngest’s mood swings would be the death of him.
~
“Aren’t you a little old to be letting girls mark you up like that?” 
For someone who clearly liked being chewed on - and John wished he knew a little less about his son’s sexual preferences - Dean always looked guilty as hell when John brought it up, and John was starting to feel like a broken record. But Dean was almost 22 and old enough to play second fiddle to some of John’s FBI or Federal Marshals roles, and the hickeys were juvenile. Dean, with his big eyes and attention-catching mouth, didn’t need anything to make him look younger when they were on a job. “Just tell them to keep it below the collar.”
“Yes, sir,” Dean mumbled.
~
John spent two days drunk after Sam caught a bus for California. He wasn’t proud of it. He was getting too fucking old to go on benders like that - the hangover started to catch up with him before he was really drunk enough to make it worth it, but that just meant drinking more to forget that too. 
When he recovered enough to look at his oldest son - his remaining son - he was swallowed up by guilt again. Dean had clearly been on a bender of his own. His hair was unwashed, there was three days of stubble on his cheeks and his neck was a mess of bite marks. 
John hadn’t seen Dean marked that badly since he was sixteen or seventeen. There was a constellation of hickeys from his clavicles to the tender skin under his jaw. They were starting to fade from crimson purple to bruised indigo and pink. Dean must have gone straight from dropping his little brother off at the bus station to get laid. Two days of drinking hadn’t been enough to erase John’s memory of his oldest boy’s face when Sam stormed out the door, so Dean must have more game than John had given him credit for, to pick up a girl when he was that distraught. 
Judging from the dull, hollow look in Dean’s eyes it didn’t look like getting laid had helped any. But then, neither had getting drunk. And maybe the hook up that night had put Dean off girls sucking on his neck, some sort of negative association thing, because he never noticed Dean with hickeys after that. 
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“You know, the longer you keep staring at her, the creepier you seem”
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♡ KLAROLINE DRABBLE #58: Sweet Smile♡
The blonde is standing upright, her shoulders back, and a smile on display as she takes part in conversation after conversation. Klaus catches her look down for a moment, her chest rising and falling in a sigh, but she’s quick to plaster on that same, polite expression when she’s greeted by another town resident. Klaus can’t help but watch her. After eight months in Mystic Falls, he has yet to find any admirable qualities. Most seem to be born there, live there and inevitably die there. He and his siblings were dragged.
“She’s pretty. Outfit’s a little garish,” Rebekah comments with her nose expertly raised. She’s covering a glass of champagne under her arm as she slumps onto the stone bench beside him; the parents in Mystic Falls are much more pedantic about the ‘legal drinking age’ than their own. “Who is she?”
Klaus takes a moment to consider his answer. He’s been eavesdropping more than he would care to admit and his younger sister is nothing but a gloat. “Caroline Forbes. The new sheriff’s daughter,” he finally answers and crosses one foot over the other.
He can see Rebekah smirking from the corner of his eye. She makes no allowances in her comment, “You know, the longer you keep staring at her, the creepier you seem.” She finally brings out her glass and takes a short sip.
He shifts his jaw and his eyes narrow as he replies, “And the more you talk, the more I long to slam my head into this table.” Caroline is glancing around aimlessly, her arms folded over her yellow sundress. He’s quick to clear his throat and look elsewhere when her gaze passes their way.
“So you don’t want me to befriend her and suggest how wonderful you are?” Rebekah asks, smug as ever. She brings her nails up to inspect them as she waits for his reply. Despite her divisive personality, she has had no trouble fitting in as a freshman, though it hasn’t been without bloodshed; a number of girls would happily see her head on a pike.
It’s only then Klaus throws a look towards his sister, a gentle smile spreading on his lips. “By all means, talk away,” he replies and holds a hand out.
“Thought so,” Rebekah snorts. She places the champagne flute in his grasp and settles her palms back onto the bench. She tilts her head and joins him in his observation. “She’s probably a cheerleader,” she comments, leaning in to taunt him, “id est out of your league.”
“Glad to see you’re enjoying Latin so thoroughly,” he murmurs into the glass before sipping. It tastes cheap but it’s the only thing being served aside from water.
“It passes the time.” Rebekah shrugs and picks herself up off the bench. He furrows his brows at her and she grins. She then scurries across the lawn, calling out, “Mother, who’s your new friend?”
In his moment of distraction, he has missed their own mother approaching Caroline and her mother. Caroline’s eyes grow wide as Rebekah joins them but she looks relieved, finally offering a smile that he could only wish to provoke, himself. His sister is undoubtedly and dramatically complimenting her dress as Caroline looks down and grips the fabric under her thumbs. It’s not a minute longer and they’re now looking at him. He feels his body sit upright all of a sudden and scrambles to place the champagne flute on the edge of the bench.
“Nik, this is Caroline. She’s a senior, too!” Rebekah’s uncharacteristically shrill voice rings out. She’s got Caroline hooked by the arm and is tugging her over to the bench. “Isn’t it lovely that you have so much in common already?”
Up close, Caroline is mesmerising. Her lashes flutter and her lips part but she eventually hurries out her greeting, “Hi! I’m sure we’ll be in lots of classes together, Nik.” Her blush lips form the perfect smile and she waves with an energy he has never been capable of.
“Call me Klaus.”
Caroline stares and her brows knit closely together. She twists to say, “Didn’t you just—” but Rebekah has already occupied herself with hunting for another drink.
“They’re both nicknames,” he informs her in a matter-of-fact manner when she turns back to him.
“That’s funny!” she says all of a sudden and descends into a nervous fit of giggles. It’s nothing short of hypnotising and he’s absolutely sure his senior year will no longer be as dull as anticipated. When he doesn’t reciprocate she fumbles out an explanation, “You know...Nik...nickname...” He wants to laugh but she’s so blindingly sunny in her disposition that his face is like stone. Her cheeks flush and she settles on the space left by Rebekah. “So, anyway, do you play football?”
He can feel himself shrinking inward, can’t stop himself from the brittle way he replies, “I think that would make me a traitor.”
Her eyes go wide and her smile stretches awkwardly. “Right!” she exclaims with another laugh. “What do you do around here for fun, then?” When she asks the simple question, he knows his luck is about to run out. They might enjoy a lengthy conversation but come Monday, she’ll find out he isn’t apart of the crowd she belongs to and inevitably cut ties. It’s better, he decides, not to delude himself with the idea of her friendship or anything of the sort.
So instead, he picks up the glass of champagne beside him and takes a swig. He doesn’t offer any eye contact in his dry reassurance, “I’m not sure fun is entirely possible in Mystic Falls but you’ll fit right in if that’s what you’re worried about.“
“Excuse me?” Her sweet voice turns sour so easily in his presence; it’s a refreshing sound.
“You know...” he swirls the champagne around and his dull voice continues on, “cheerleaders...jocks...the whole prom committee farce.” He lazily turns his head her way and takes in her blank expression.
Caroline scoffs out a laugh and her eyes seem to light up with irritation. He can’t bring himself to look away from the enigmatic blue staring right at him. She raises her index finger and admonishes him, “I resent ‘farce’. Extracurriculars are important for—“
“Building character?” he answers innocently, eyebrows jumping at her.
She gives him a dead-eyed stare. “Yes, actually,” she eventually says, tossing a lock of hair over her shoulder. “Maybe if you joined one, you would know.”
His smirk is on show, dimples sinking into his cheeks, and he leans in to murmur, “Bold of you to assume I give a shit, love.”
“Would it be so bad if you did?” she asks without a single thought. It’s all the more amusing to him that she doesn’t pull back, only maintains the distance between them. “You could actually enjoy yourself.”
He rolls his eyes and sets down the glass once again. “Highly unlikely.”
Caroline crosses her arms over her chest and tests the gap. “Wanna bet?” her words are hush but awfully enticing.
His whole body stalls and an amused breath escapes him. “Pardon?”
“Try out for football.”
His features twist; the very thought of him running around the muddy school field, embarrassing himself in front of hundreds of people, is laughable. “Why on earth would I do that?”
Caroline’s eyes flicker down his frame and he suddenly feels as though he is the one display. When her eyes reach his again, her lips twitch. She lets out a gentle sigh and laments, “Because you need an extracurricular and I need someone to cheer for.” And with that, she shrugs and rises from the bench.
He watches her as she strolls across the lawn to meet her mother, sure that if he looks away she’ll disappear from his sight. Perhaps trying out for the team wouldn’t be so horrendous.
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a/n : in the current time line the reader is around 25 / 26 while Chris is around 28/29 so is set around about 2010 , just roughly . although you can picture any time you want , im just trying to sick to thing the best i can . 
 Chris POV 
 11 years ago 
Once Chis got the call he was on his way to you in an instant . How dare some one stand you up ? were there stupid or what ? No matter what Chris was on his way to come and get you and find out the punks name and show him  how much he fucked up . Chris’ heart tighten when he heard you cry over the phone and dropped everything just to make you stop  .
When he picked you up and saw the red rings around your eyes he made it his mission to stop those tears and see that smile that make his chest flutter .So when you sat across the booth from from laughing and smile , his mission was couplet along with him no longer being hunger . But he saw your eyes brows brought to together and your eyes slightly widen with a rush a red onto your cheeks , as you were so clearly stuck in your own head . Chris did not think much about it , but he did not know that moment , that single second , single thought would play such a big part in not only your  future but his too  . Its kind of funny you never know that you are experiencing one of he most important events of your life ,not until after it happens .
10  years ago .
Chris stood at his truck all nervous and giddy , he had a journey of a life time a head of him . Moving to New York was just the begging he hoped , along with all his family . Who were standing on the side ready to send him off .
“ill be back soon ma , you know that . ill never be too far away “ he said as he hunched over his mother giving her a tight hug , while a tear escaped his eye , he has never been ashamed to cry especially when it comes to his mom .
“ i know but my boys all grown up “ Lisa says swaing her and Chris sided to side . as there part Lisa wipes Chris few tears “ oh dont cry son your going to be a big movie star . 
“Ma ! “ Chris chuckled shaking his head “ i highly doubt it “
“pfff what ever Christopher just dream big yeah ?” she said stepping away 
“yeah “ he agreed 
chris turned to his sibling with a big smile , saying his good byes to his sister he finally come to Scott 
“i aint gonna miss ya “Scott tease, once pulling away from there hug 
“oh yeah so whos gonna put up with all your shit “ chris shrugged , narrowing his eyes 
“ahhh duh thats what y/n for  “ 
Chris snapped his head to Scott side where he pointed, at hearing your name . There you stood next to his brother , in a yellow summer dress , flowing in the slight breeze , your hair just past your shoulder , with red checks and glossy eyes . You were breath taking. quite literally , but Chris soon shook  that thought away .
“take care of him would ya “ chris spoke taking a step closer to you 
you nodded your head and jumped into his arms , Chris quickly wrapped his arms around you as he buried his face in your hair while you tightly hugged his waist . All of a sudden the excitement of leaving was gone , with a feeling of longing and not wanting to move from where he was . You delicate  body wrapped up , him holding you tight , he felt like he could both breath and was breath taken all at once , his surrounding forgotten as he heard you tiny hiccups . The moment felt like it lasted for every and was so quick all together  As Scott cleared his voice . The pair of you slowly pulled away , but Chris had the argue to keep you close so he did so by keeping his hand o the small of your back . He glance down and saw your once glossy eyes were now a streaming river 
“ha ! ill tell you what i told ma ...”
“that you’ll be back soon, and your gonna be a movie star “ you giggled to yourself . The sound made chris heart saw but he did his best not to pay much attention to it .
“ i never said that “ chris shook his head , looking through his eyelashes at your glowing beauty , once again he shook that thought away immaturity . 
“ dont forget me when your all big and famous “  you sigh making directed eye contact with him , his breath hitched and his chest tighten at the thought of you thinking he could ever forget you 
“ i could never “ he quickly whispered but was soon replaced with “ no promise , id have get  to there first , “
you wen to playful slap his chest but he caught your wrist , mid air , he held it for a second and rubbed his thumb over your wrist. Until Lisa came  into view 
“ come on son you want to get there before theres to much traffic “
chris slowly let you arm fall to your side , while your finger tips were still slight touching , bring an electricity feeling to chris , but pulled his hand away as the feeling of not wanting to leave crepes back in 
he turned away from you .” yeah your probably right “ chris made his way to the truck  that engine  was already going , he jumped in and shut the door with a loud bang , while the widow was down fully 
“see ya soon “ he shouted 
“ bye . we will miss you “ 
“ i wont “ 
“ bye son “
“ love you “
“ dont come back until your rich and famous “
were just some of the response as Chris ,as he  turned on to the road with a wide small on his face , until he turned to his mirror and saw you standing , waving your hand slightly , his chest tighten once again unable to  breath nor tear his eyes away from you , the pit in his stomach grew as you got further out of view as he made his way to his new life . 
9 1/2 years ago 
The Evns household was full of commotion , as not only was Chris back in town , but it was Scotts and yours  senior prom . All day long Scott was stressing basically over nothing , while having you on the phone despite you coming over later . Lisa had spent the day running around making the day as best it could be for her baby boy.
Chris was shaking his head with a small smile on his face as he bounced down the stairs , hearing his sister arguing  , reminding him of what he leaves behind every time he goes back to New York . But Chris smile was short lived as he reached the bottom steps , walking straight into something . a faint sound of clinking could be heard 
“oh sorry i didnt see where i was going “
that voice made chris’ head snap up . He was met with a breath taking sight , quite literally Chris could not breath . There you stood before him . In a long maroon dress that reached the floor , with your hair in loss curls with the front pulled back . Your eyes shown against the smoky eye shadow. Chris took you in , looking you up and down through his eyelashes , only to land on yor lips , which where lump and glising under the hallway light  . 
“its nice to see you “ you sweet voice now broke him out of his trance as a smile played on your lips . Chris shook his head , trying to make sense of his mind .
“ummm ...you to... you loo..”
“aww there you are “ Scott voice boomed as he made his way towards the pair of  you , with Lisa following , camera   in hand .
“im here “ you said ding a little twirl as you held your dress up  a little 
“and dont you just look beautiful” lisa smiled towards you making you blush ,causing chris heart beat to excel  , he shoved his hands in his back pocket trying to avoid your gaze as he frighten he might just have a heart a attack  . 
“  i tell you what Jack is one lucky boy “ Scott teased making Chris shoot a look at you 
“oh shut up “ you playful pushed Scotts chest 
“what ! i though you were going with Scott you have a date ?” Chris was trying his best to hold of his anger as he spoken through gritted teeth , his fist forming in his back pocket 
“whats happening ? why am i anger ? im just protective over her thats all  “ Chris told him self 
you looked at him with wide eyes 
“umm uhh yeah i was but ...”your nevous clearly shown in your voice 
“until some hansom bitch came and cornered her in the hall yesterday and asked her out “ Scott finished for you clearly exited and not at all hurt that he does not have a date any more . 
“scott language “ Lisa scolded him , making  scott roll his eyes .
“and you said yes “ chris bitterly asked 
you just nodded you head as you and chris looked at each other not daring to break  eye contact .that feeling came back the one on the day he first left , not wanting to leave but now it was not wanting for you to leave and go and a date with some stupid boy that is mostly only trying to play you .
“okay picture  time !”
7 years ago 
(chris bring his first gf jessica belle home from hollywood )
Chris walked into his house with a hugh smile in his face , his nervous where at an all time high , but was under control thanks to the brunnett keep tightly in his arms 
“its going to be okay chris “ Jessica laughted 
“ i know , i know , there will love you , if anything i should be the one telling you everythings gonna be okay “ chris nervously chuckled making his way through the living room , walking past the christmas tree and all its decroations 
Chris was nervous , Jessica was the first girl he brought home to meet his family , that did not allready know her . Since his town is small everyone already knew eachother , therefore his girlfriends already knew his mom and family . Jessica saw and meet a diffent side to him . The one where he was now in movie 
*************
The day went smoothly everyone loved her and chris was happy . Sitting on the couch with his family and girlfriend ,chatting away until the door bell rang .
Scott jumped out of his seat and did a little ran . Chris head followed his movement till he got to the door and then turned back around to Jessica .
"MERRY CHRISTMAS!" Scott sang for the 100th time that day . Everyone in the room chuckled and turned to look at the next victim of Scott's singing
"AND MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU " a highter pitched voice mocking yet beautiful sang right back at Scott
That's when lisa now jumped out of her seat
"Oh dear merry Christmas. Come in come in " chris heared the front door closer and everyone got up to great the new guest . Chris was busy pulling Jessica up that he didnt realise almost everyone was seat back down
"Merry chr-" chris breath hitched as you stood in front of him in a lose fitting red dress with your hair loose half up and half down . While holding a tinned box in your hands
'What is it with not breathing when your in dresses "
Chris was lose in his thoughts until a tug at his left made him turned his head to look at jessica who nodded her head towards you .
"Oh right.... yeah "chris pulled Jessica by the waist closer to him . "Umm this Jessica my ... my girlfriend and jess this is .. y/n ..." chris nervously shuffled on his feet . His eyed wondering every where . The floor ceiling but there keeped finding there way to you looking you up and down
"Y/n ?" Jessica asked
"Oh I'm Scott's friend " you quickly answered for some reason .
"Ohhh that must be why I havnt heard about you "Jessica concluded . Causing you to scrunch up your face as chris heart dropped .
"...i..."
"Oh y/n plzzzzzzzzzz tell me there your cookies " scott come and stood inbetween the three and snatched the box out of y/n and ran off to the kitchen
Y/n stood there stunned for amont . Staring at her noe empty hands . Until her fist former and fell to her side slight stomping her foot as she turned and began to walk at a rate now man will escape
"Evan's "you began quickly
"Ummm" was all could be heard
"Give ... me ...back ... the COOKIES !"
Part 8 .2 will becoming soon
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Where were you three hours ago? Was passed out on the living room couch and probably dreaming away, lmao.
Were you with anyone? Both my dogs were in the living room with me, if that counts.
Have you had anything alcoholic in the last 24 hours? Hmm, I’m trying to remember but I don’t think so. I went outside to eat, but I doubt they put any alcohol in my meal since I literally had a truffle-based pasta. No plans to drink this weekend, either.
Are you wearing shoes right now? Nope, I’m always barefoot around the house.
How long have you known your 1st phone contact? At least since the 6th grade cos I think that’s when she had transferred to my school.
Are they a relative? Nope, I went to school with her. We were seatmates for a while in sophomore year and that’s when I was able to see how talented she was at drawing and painting. She ended up transferring to UP as well after getting accepted to the fine arts program so we got to be collegemates as well, though I don’t really remember what university she initially got admitted to.
Would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes? Yeah, because I’m a dumb fuck when it comes to these things. I WILL SAY though that I’ll be so much kinder to myself should this ever happen, and no longer tolerate her bullshit and emotional/mental abuse under the guise of ~unconditional love. There’ll be a lot of shit she’ll have to pick up and fix, and I wouldn’t get back with her unless she acknowledges her mistakes and seek to correct them.
Would you ever go skinny dipping with the last person who commented you? That would be Leigh, and no. Idk if I’ve shared this or if this has ever come up on a survey but Andi actually once asked me if I’d like to be a part of a threesome with them and Leigh, and I just had to immediately decline because I view Leigh as a younger sister more than anything and I can’t bear to see her all naked loooool.
When was the last time you saw a movie in theaters? December 2019.
When did you last talk to the last person you shared a kiss with? I think the morning of New Year’s Eve. I was already starting my healing process by then and the holidays were getting me feeling kind of peaceful, so I sent her a few voice notes thanking her for the year that was but giving her a heads-up that I might not talk to her for a while, because I realized I was starting to get happier on the days I didn’t force conversation with her.
I honestly thought ‘a while’ would only take a couple of weeks, but I’ve since gotten used without her presence and it’s been 3 1/2 months since our final encounter; and I think it will stay this way now.
Has anyone called you beautiful today? No.
Are you still friends with the last person who broke your trust? That would be JM, and yeah. I find him ridiculous for lying to our faces about joining a fraternity in law school (frats are a big yuck where I live because of their toxic hazing and misogynist culture), but I mean I still sort of understand why he had to do it - obviously not for the above reason, but for the perks and support that usually come with joining frats. From now on I’ll always see him as someone who can smoothly lie to my face, though.
Does drama seem to follow you everywhere? No. I would hate that lol, that would just be too much to handle.
Do you feel like anyone is playing mind games with you right now? No.
How would you feel if your best friend hooked up with your ex? I think my literal first reaction would be to laugh out of sheer disbelief, and then proceed to call her stupid for cheating and for choosing to cheat with her. After that’s died down, I think I’d mostly feel disappointed and betrayed.
How long did your last relationship last? The stint lasted 4 years, but we were technically together for 6 years if we’re counting the whole on/off thing.
If you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today? No. That’s what I had thought and they left. I’ve stopped trusting my feelings about these things anymore, and will assume anyone is capable of leaving.
Does it make you uncomfortable to talk on the phone around people? I just don’t want to be loud enough that I’m almost screaming around other people, but I can’t always monitor that since I have to concentrate on what I’m hearing on the other line.
Would you rather be 10 years older or 10 years younger? Probably 10 years older so that I can see into my future.
Have you ever kissed someone the same night your met them? No.
Do you bite your fingernails? Occasionally. I pick at them more frequently.
Would you consider yourself very flexible? Nah. Like I said on a previous survey, I can’t even reach my toes either while standing up or stretching on the floor.
Do you embarrass easily? Yeah.
Have you ever tried to talk your way out of getting a ticket? Yup. It’s happened twice; one of the occasions I was able to handle by myself and the other time Gab had to step in to talk to the officer because he was adamant about the ticket and I had started crying.
Did it work? Yes, both times. I’ve only been issued a ticket once, from this annoying grumpy officer in Alabang.
Have you ever been banned from anywhere? Trying to remember if I have been, but I don’t think so.
Do you have a ringtone or do you leave your phone on vibrate? The important messaging apps are on vibrate. I’ve turned off notifications for some apps and I have just the silent banner notifications for others.
What was the last thing you drank from a mug? I’m drinking coffee from one right now.
Has your #1 ever seen you naked?
Does your #2 know your deepest secret?
Will your #3 repost this?
Does your #4 smoke?
Were you born in the 90's? Yes, but by the end of it so I never considered myself a 90s kid.
When was the last time you paid less than $1 for something? The parking fee in Feliz.
Have you loaned anything out to anyone recently? Nope.
Are any of your siblings married? None of us are.
Who was the last person to spend the night with you at your house? Gabie.
How many different picture ids do you have in your wallet? Just my driver’s license and TIN ID.
Do you have a hard time making decisions? Depends on the weight of the decision. The heavier it is, the more I seek out friends who can provide fresh perspectives.
Has anyone kissed you when you weren't expecting it? Idk, Gabie probably snuck in some surprise ones a few times. IBetween the two of us I was more likely to do so, though.
Did you like it? If she did then I probably did during that time.
Who was your date to senior prom? We have junior prom, not senior prom. I just bought my favorite cousin since I had no interest in boys and was still learning how to make guy friends at that point.
Does your dad smoke? No, he’s never tried.
Is your mom over 50? She is turning 50 this year, but not until September.
Do you want to get married? It would be nice to experience it.
Have kids? Yes.
Are there any movies coming out you wanna see? Not that I know of. There are movies I do want to see, but they’ve already come out, like Ammonite and I Care A Lot.
Do you ever feel like you're leading a double life? No.
Do you have any plans to get a new tattoo or piercing? Tattoo, yeah. I’m just super chill about said plan and am not really in a hurry about it. I’ve yet to think of a design and where on my body to place it.
Do you know anyone named Christine? I know several people named Christine but they go by a nickname, like Tin.
Do you know anyone who's biracial? Sure, I went to high school with a couple of girls who are both half-brown and half-white as they both have European dads. I believe one of them is part German while the other girl is part Swiss.
Do you know anyone who works at Walmart? I don’t think so. I know my aunts who live in the US will occasionally shop there though, hahaha.
Has the last person you rode in a car with seen you in your underwear? I mean yeah, as a baby and as a young kid (it was my mom).
Are black bras sexy? They can be, sure.
Spell your full name without 'C','I','R', or 'Y': Obn.
Open the nearest book, turn to page 11, and type the first sentence: I’m at a Starbucks rn and didn’t bring any books with me.
Are you currently listening to anything? There’s jazz music faintly playing at the moment.
Would you ever consider getting breast implants? Before I definitely used to, when people still liked to make fun of small boobs. Nowadays I don’t feel the need to anymore.
If you could spend 30 minutes with someone who's gone, who would you pick? I’d probably pick my great-grandpa over my grandpa. I never met the former; and if I only had 30 minutes with my grandpa (who I did grow up with) I think it would just fuck with me psychologically.
Are you on birth control? Nopes.
Do you know anyone who is bisexual? Lots.
Would you walk into Walmart naked for $10,000? Yes.
Does anyone call you babe? No.
Do you hate it when people try to play with your hair? If I’m not close enough to them I would feel bothered, yes.
Who would you tell, or who did you tell when you lost your virginity? I think I had just told Sofie then.
Were you in a relationship 6 months ago? Yeah but it was cracking and it was cracking fast. It’ll be hitting 6 months this March, actually.
Are you still with that person? No.
Are you the kind of person who has crazy mood swings? No. This happens to my mom and I hate it very much, so I try to watch my actions and not switch rapidly between different moods.
This is question 69...so have you ;)? Sure.
How long is it until your birthday? Around a month and a couple of weeks.
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73 questions.
I was tagged by @wescoasts @machine-gun-casie (BABES)
Almost all my friends have been tagged and I don't wanna be that asshole so ill try not to be. I tag @awkwardrocker @backoftheroomandnotbelonging @trixiehoe @she-who-is-timey-wimey
On a scale of 1-10, how excited are you about life right now?
Well it’s finals week so about -864. After that I have two weeks of legitimate nothing where I will bake my heart out so we’ll see
Describe yourself in a hashtag?
#yikes #ughshesinherfeelsagain 
If you could do a love scene with anyone, who would it be?
Milo Ventimiglia, Kells, Rook.....being a music video love interest is only my life’s pipe dream 
If your life was a musical, what would the marquee say?
And that’s on daddy issues and no supervision...
What’s one thing people don’t know about you?
I used to model like went to modeling school and got paid for it type shit
What’s your wakeup ritual?
get woken up by my dog tired of hearing my alarm, walk said opinionated quadruped, feed quadruped, get dressed, COFFEE, then take life as it comes
What’s your go to bed ritual?
melatonin gummies (gotta make anxiety fun), skincare when executive dysfunction will allow, brush teeth, fight dog for my spot in bed (moving a 90lb animal is no joke), turn on my sleep playlist or use my ambient noise app, stare at ceiling
What’s your favorite time of day?
witching hour followed by golden hour
Your go to for having a good laugh?
lately tiktok and Kellyvisions, previously vine compilations or Netflix specials
Dream country to visit?
Ireland. I NEED to go to the motherland. My families castle is still standing and I get in for free. its on my bucket list FOR SURE. 
What’s the biggest surprise you’ve had?
getting into nursing school and chiropractic school. I’m a loser and I’ve never had a surprise party. I’d melt in puddle of love tbh
Heels or flats/sneakers?
Flats 98% of the time. Heels are reserved for business casual necessity, Halloween, or if I’m feeling myself 
Vintage or new?
both, depends on the item
Who do you want to write your obituary?
Amy-Sherman Palladino 
Style icon?
lmao a what? on the real though catch me fucking with those eco-friendly kitchen witch vibes. All the dainty jewelry, linens and converse/docks fam
What are three things you can’t live without?
my dog, my family (found and blood), healing people however I can (medicine ruined me for any other career and its sucks you guys)
What’s one ingredient you put in everything?
tbh salt, I question a recipes validity if salt isn't involved 
What 3 people living or dead would you like to make dinner for?
Kells and the band (I'd be too nervous for a one on one), a dinner party with my MGK fam, Elvis
What’s your biggest fear in life?
Failure, not accomplishing anything 
Window or aisle seat?
window all day everyday, on the wing preferably cause I like to feel the landing gear #pilotsgranddaughter 
What’s your current TV obsession?
Roadies forever, pry that series from my cold dead hands (also Gilmore Girls and Criminal Minds)
Favorite app?
tie between Tumblr and Pinterest (im an aesthetic slut)
Secret talent?
I am bomb at disney princess songs, the girls I babysit for treat me like a jukebox at bedtime, cutest thing ever
Most adventurous thing you’ve done in your life?
delivered a baby has hands down been the coolest thing I’ve ever done
How would you define yourself in three words?
I fucking hate this question. always have. empathetic, resilient, intuitive 
Favourite piece of clothing you own?
overall: my senior prom dress. its emerald green, backless, with a slit to upper thigh chefs kiss 
everyday wear: Colorado sweatshirt
Must have clothing item everyone should have?
I second Jude: over sized hoodies
Superpower you would want?
nonspecific healing powers so they aren't limited to physical ailments
What’s inspiring you in life right now?
Colson
Best piece of advice you’ve received?
HA. probably that the body remembers more about trauma than the mind and your seemingly irrational physical reactions to things are your brain’s attempt to protect you
Best advice you’d give your teenage self?
his mistake does not define your worth. I went for a variant of these boys aint shit don't judge me cause she needs to hear it
A book that everyone should read?
Harry Potter series (yes the whole thing), Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson, Wintergirls by Laurie Halse Anderson, The Giver by Lois Lowry 
What would you like to be remembered for?
empathy, the way I made people feel
How do you define beauty?
FOR THE LAST TIME ITS SUBJECTIVE, things that give you peace, it could be a song, a person, a sunset, a scone, a leaf. If it makes you stop a second and exhale then its beautiful to you
What do you love most about your body?
holy trigger question Batman...my eyes, my hair color, texture, and its ability to grow
Best way to take a rest/decompress?
drive with the windows down and blast music while singing at the top of my lungs
Favorite place to view art?
unexpected places, like street corners, carnivals, just somewhere it takes you off guard and makes you stop and pay attention
If your life were a song, what would the title be?
it’d be one of those crazy long 2000s fall out boy titles for sure, subject matter yet to be determined 
If you could master one instrument, what would it be?
violin hands down, it hits me different
If you had a tattoo, where would it be?
I have a bunch planned, plane on my right shoulder, Kells related between 3rd and 4th ribs (maybe lower in case I ever need a chest tube), watercolor portrait of my dog at some point location TBD
Dolphins or koalas?
dolphins are stoners and they're super smart, but koalas cause they’re grumpy af and honestly same
What’s your spirit animal?
again Jude and I are vibin: I've been identifying with a phoenix as of late. according to pottermore im a greyhound though (yes a patrons is a wizarding spirit animal. fight me)
Best gift you’ve ever received?
seven year old me was stoked to get a functional microscope and metal detector, I was in my egyptology/archeology phase, I still have them lmao
Best gift you’ve ever given?
oh hell idk...I made my cousin cry once cause I made cupcakes for her birthday party, they were cherry limeade flavored and had little straws and everything. that was pretty cool, granted she was seven. I also made my teacher cry cause I made sea salt caramel chocolate cupcakes for her going away party. I guess my baking brings people to tears
What’s your favourite board game?
candy land, battleship, cards against humanity even though there isn't a board
What’s your favourite colour?
forest green atm
Least favourite colour?
bright yellow/orange, its offensive to my general The Dirt Mick Mars disposition
Diamonds or pearls?
pearls (actually opals though)
Drugstore makeup or designer?
not picky provided they are evironmentally friendly. I really like Besame Cosmetics though
Blow-dry or air-dry?
air-dry, I don't have the patience for blow drying
Pilates or yoga?
yoga
Coffee or tea?
COFFEE, im still learning to like tea
What’s the weirdest word in the English language?
holy shit how much time do we have, my favorite weird word to say is fistula or omphalocele (they're medical conditions, don't goole it unless you have a strong stomach) 
Dark chocolate or milk chocolate?
dark chocolate
Stairs or elevator?
stairs 
Summer or winter?
neither FALL BITCHES   winter if I had to pick cause I love Christmas 
You are stuck on an island, you can pick one food to eat forever without getting tired of it, what would you eat?
burgers
A desert you don’t like?
red velvet cake....just why is it a thing that exists 
A skill you’re working on mastering?
baking scones or shit that’s flaky in general 
Best thing to happen to you today?
being tagged to do this twice, I felt special for a hot second (thanks babes)
Best compliment you’ve ever received?
that I would make a good doctor (I handled a scary pt situation like a champ, they didn't know I threw up after I made sure my pt didn't die. puking in a foreign country on the download is a skill in and of itself)
Favorite smell?
bergamot, baking bread, baking spice cakes at Christmas
Hugs or kisses?
HUGS CAN SAVE THE WORLD
If you made a documentary, what would it be about?
gifted kid fall off
Last piece of content you consumed that made you cry?
In These Walls - Machine Gun Kelly
Casual Sabotage - Yungblud
genius assholes...
Lipstick or lip gloss?
lipstick for special occasions but actually tinted chapstick or lip stains 
Sweet or savoury?
savory to eat sweet to make for someone else
Girl crush?
Brittney Furlan Lee, Alexis Bledel, Lauren Graham 
How you know you’re in love?
you look at them and just say yep. them. usually while they're doing something stupid 
Song you can listen to on repeat?
imma out myself but Swing Life Away - Machine Gun Kelly
If you could switch lives with someone for a day who would it be?
the grass is not greener ya’ll. id rather go back and relive days 
What are you most excited about at this time in your life?
hopefully passing my first trimester of chiropractic school. fingers crossed pls
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“You Send Me” 2.8k, High School AU, read on ao3 Castiel had never been to a school dance, despite the popularity of them. He never wanted to take his nose out of the books he checked out of the library, but somehow, his younger sister, Anna, had dragged him to the 1950’s themed winter single’s dance. He appreciated that sandwiched between the fanfare of homecoming and prom, there was an opportunity for those less inclined to bring a date to a dance. He had begrudgingly obliged. He put on his father’s old mourning suit, a bit too baggy on him, and a trench coat to hide said black suit. He looked in the mirror and slid some soft wax through the front of his hair if only to tame it for a few moments of dancing. He smiled at his reflection and grabbed a piece of gum from his desk drawer before hopping down the stairs to meet his sister in the kitchen. Anna had her red hair tied half up, half down with a white ribbon and was wearing an A-line dress she sewed herself from some old, picnic patterned fabric left in the basement. “You look great, sis.” “You too, handsome. I’m glad you’re coming…finally.” Castiel blushed a bit and fidgeted with the sleeve of his tan coat, “Yeah, hope it’s fun.” Castiel could feel his sister’s eyes on him so he turned to prompt their heading over to the school. “Hey! What on earth is in your pocket?” Castiel froze and tried to ignore her words. “Cas,” she spoke and pulled the tattered, softcover copy of The Hobbit from his pocket, “You were not seriously going to bring this to a school dance, were you?” “Um..” “Yeah, no.” With that, his sister placed the book on the kitchen counter and passed him with a flip of her curled tresses and a jingle of her keys. “Let’s go!” As they made their way from their front door to the old Subaru parked on the curb out front, the night air nipped at Castiel’s face and he could feel his ears growing pink from the cold. He was grateful for his coat as he pulled up the collar to shield himself from the light wind that passed by. He slipped easily into the passenger seat of the car when he caught Anna giving him a side glance. “You’re gonna have to move to the back in a second.” “Why?” “We gotta pick up my date.” She spoke as if Castiel was supposed to know that piece of information. He went red, immediately unthawing from the cold. “This is a date dance? I thought-” “Well,” Anna said as she started the car and began blasting the heat, “Back in the fifties, you would get little dance cards that you get the signature of everyone you danced with during which songs. You don’t need a date, it’s easier that way, but it’s not frowned upon to bring someone along.” Castiel closed his eyes as they started off. This was his worst nightmare. Not only was it a date dance, but it was a dance where he would be expected to dance with multiple partners. He should have gone to the neon themed dance they had last year. He’d heard it had quickly turned into a mosh pit, but he supposed that anonymity would be better than dancing up close to literally anyone in the school. God, he wished Anna hadn’t taken his book from him. He leaned his head against the window when a happy thought came to him. Maybe it’ll be like in Grease and there’ll be a little waiting area with seats on the edge of the dance floor and everything. People watching isn’t the worst, he could survive until Anna was ready to go. Satisfied with his plan, he looked ahead at the road and listened to the ads crackling through the radio. “Okay bro, time to hop in the back.” Castiel stepped out of the passenger seat with a little groan and got in back just in time to see Sam Winchester stepping out of the small, green house that sat to their right. Castiel’s breath hitched. He hadn’t thought about the fact that the Winchester’s would be there. In particular, Dean Winchester, most popular kid in his senior class and Castiel’s crush since Freshman year when all the county’s middle schools streamed together into one high school. He wouldn’t mind a dance with Dean. He sighed, aloof with whimsy, considering the possibilities, the completely absurd possibilities, but possibilities nonetheless. The fantasy of it was enough. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t hear Sam climb in and ask Anna “Is it cool if my brother catches a ride? His ride fell through.” And Anna reply with a cheerful, “Of course!” He didn’t notice until the back car door was being opened and a leg clad in a light grey, square pattern pushed Castiel’s feet over, prompting him to scoot to the other side of the car. When Dean was fully in the car, straightening out his suit and smiling over at Castiel, he wished he could pull his trench coat over the pink of his ears all over again. “Heya, Cas.” Dean grinned, running a hand over his perfectly groomed hair, all slick and James Dean-esque. How rude for someone to be so beautiful. Cas just nodded and let out a little “Hey” before buckling in and turning to face the back of the driver’s seat. Dean had pulled out his phone and was typing away as Anna and Sam carried on with happy banter in the front seat. Cas sat in his own silence as Taylor Swift played quietly out of the radio. He wasn’t a drinker but damn, he needed something to get him through this. Nothing was going to get him out of the dance fast enough. Finally, they pulled into the high school parking lot and chose a spot further away from the school than Castiel would have ever picked, but he shrugged his shoulders. He went to grip the door handle and exit the car when Dean was pulling on the sleeve of his trench coat and coaxing him back in. “Uh, what’s up?” Anna and Sam unbuckled and turned around to face Dean and Cas, grinning. “Aw Cas, it’s a school dance tradition! We sit in the lot and ‘chat’ until it fills out a bit more.” “‘Chat’?” With that, Dean pulled a sleek flask, or two, out from his coat as Sam did the same. Dean gave it a little shake in the direction of Castiel. Castiel put up his hand in protest but Dean just teased, “C’mon Cas! Senior year, can’t break tradition!” Castiel huffed “Fine.” and snagged the flask, unscrewing the tiny cap and taking a swig. His nose scrunched up at the strength of the Tennessee whiskey and passed it to Anna on his left. “Anna, please don’t drink too much. I won’t let you drive us home if you’re drunk.” “‘Course Castiel. It’ll wear off by the end of the night anyway.” The minutes passed quickly, Cas loosening up and letting himself drink a bit more than he usually would. He was no lightweight, but he knew being tipsy would at least help heighten the entertainment value of watching a bunch of drunk kids dance around on the gymnasium floor. He smiled as he felt the alcohol warm his belly and he looked over to watch Dean, engaged in a heated debate over which radio station in the county is best for classic rock. Castiel couldn’t even hear the conversation over the loudness of Dean’s beauty. His pink lips were wet with whiskey and his tongue darted out to run over them as Sam stated his opinions on the matter. His freckles were spattered across his cheeks like constellations and he couldn’t help but wonder what his honey-colored skin felt like. Castiel sighed and finally broke his staring as he reached for the flask that had made its way into one of the console cupholders. He took a sip and finished off the last of the canister. Dean smirked when Castiel handed him the empty flask, “‘M sorry, finished it.” “All good Cas, I’ve got my own personal flask.” He said as he patted the lapel of his suit jacket. Finally, after what felt like ages of being squished in the car, Anna declared it ‘go time’ and the crew all stepped out of the car, sucking in the cold air and straightening out their formal wear. Castiel grabbed the piece of gum he grabbed earlier from his pocket and slipped it into his mouth, hoping he wouldn’t smell too much like alcohol to the dance chaperones. He tossed the wrapper into the backseat, slammed the door and made sure Anna locked the car before they all began striding towards the school. When they got to the check-in table and showed their school id’s, they acted stoic and reserved, hoping not to give away the giddy energy the alcohol had given them. By this point, almost everyone was starting to file in, Castiel decided it had been a good idea to wait to enter rather than show up exactly on time. He took note of this and filed it away in the ‘social cues and info that I should probably remember for college’ section of his brain. When he stepped forward to get his dance card and golf pencil, he scoffed at the notion that he’d make any use of it. He slipped it into his trench coat pocket anyways and proceeded forward to meet Anna, Sam, and Dean where they were waiting for him at the gym door under a sign that said: “Welcome to the ’50s.” “Let’s go!” Anna squealed as she grabbed Sam’s hand and dragged him into the venue. Dean shrugged at Cas, hands in his pockets, and followed them in. Castiel couldn’t help but stay behind for just a moment to drink Dean in. God, he looked so damn good in a suit. “Enough starin’ Cas. C’mon.” “I- I wasn’t-” Castiel gave up his slurred words and blushed as he made eye contact with Dean and rushed up to walk in step with him. When they got inside, Castiel let out a breath of relief as he saw a bunch of empty tables on the edge of the floor. He made a beeline for a table and saw that Dean had followed him. “Not gonna dance?” Castiel shook his head and looked up at Dean, who was shrugging out of his suit jacket. “Mind watching this for me?” “Only if I can sneak more whiskey.” Dean only laughed and draped the jacket onto the chair next to Castiel. He pulled his dance card from the pocket and threw a wink at Castiel. He gave a wave with the card and headed out into the crowd of singles swaying to Sh-Boom “The night is young, time to dance!” It took three songs for Castiel to get bored out of his mind. He had his elbows on the table and his head squished into the palms of his hands. He let his eyes drift closed for a moment to relax from all the bright, flashing lights and only opened them when he heard the sound of chairs scooting out around him. Anna, Sam and Dean slid into their seats, clearly exhausted already. “How’s it going Castiel? No one ask you to dance yet?” Anna inquired. “No. Not like I’m trying to woo anyone though,” Castiel spoke through a breathy laugh and let his eyes slide past Dean as he looked to the dance floor. “Someone as handsome as you should be able to pick anyone in here and get a dance.” Castiel snapped his head back to look at Dean seated next to him. He must have misheard. “What?” “Just said you should be able to get anyone in here to dance with you.” Castiel furrowed his brow and stared quizzically at Dean. Dean shook his head, “What? ‘S true.” “Right, Dean. Whatever you say.” Castiel was officially beginning to feel a headache. He was too tipsy for this, he needed fresh air. With that, Castiel stood from his seat and walked to the exit, flashing his stamped hand at the front door chaperone before making his way outside to sit against the bricks at the front of the school. Why would Dean say something like that? No one in the school had shown even remote interest in him, not to mention the fact that he was gay in a school in Kansas. He didn’t have many prospects in such a place, but it didn’t bother him. College was less than a year away and he was sure he’d be able to find plenty of people at UC Berkley. Still, Dean’s comment rubbed him the wrong way. He didn’t want to dance with just anyone. He wanted to dance with Dean. At this, he pulled his knees up to his chest and tried to clear his head with the cold air burning in his lungs. He heard the gravel grind beside him and he looked up through his lashes to see Dean standing there, looking down at him. Cas looked back down, how stupid of him to get drunk with Dean fucking Winchester. And to let it get into his head that there might actually be a chance with him. Dean didn’t say anything for a while, just stood in the silence and synced his breath with Castiel’s as he looked up to the stars. “Dance with me, Cas.” The words fell from his lips smooth and rumbling. Castiel’s gaze shot back up. “W-what?” Dean put his hand out for Castiel to grab, “Dance with me.” Castiel hesitantly put his hand in Dean’s and allowed himself to be pulled up from the ground. Dean didn’t let go of his hand, only looked Castiel dead on and awaited a reply. “Okay.” Dean smiled and led a stunned Castiel, stumbling behind him, back to the dance floor. He finally let go of Castiel’s hand as he reached over and put his hand into the blue-eyed boys pocket. Castiel gasped, unsure, but he relaxed when he saw Dean had pulled out his dance card. He used the tiny pencil from his pocket to sign Castiel’s card, and gave it back. Castiel couldn’t help but grin when he noticed Dean had signed his name in all of the remaining spots. Castiel put out his hand to take Dean’s card and scribbled his name out on the rest of his lines too. Dean took it carefully and put it in his pants pocket before guiding Castiel further into the crowd and turning to look at him. He pulled Castiel’s hands up to his shoulders and placed his hands under Castiel’s trench coat to rest on his waist. I Only Have Eyes for You played slow in the background as Castiel stared up to look into the dazed green of Dean’s eyes. Dean moved his head so his lips were next to Castiel’s ear. He spoke clearly despite the noise of the music. “Been waiting for you to show up to one of these things.” Castiel pulled his head back to search those green eyes again, “Really?” Dean nodded and flicked his eyes down to Castiel’s lips. It was brief, but telling, and Castiel gave him a soft smile, “Well, I’ve been waiting for you to ask me to one of these things.” Dean threw his head back and laughed, Castiel’s heart pounded. He had never seen anyone so utterly striking. When Dean had calmed, Castiel pulled himself a bit closer, and Dean’s hands met as they fully encircled his waist. Castiel put a hand into the hair at the back of Dean’s head and rubbed circles in the shorter hairs there before the song changed to You Send Me and he stopped his motion to press a tentative kiss to the side of Dean’s neck. Dean’s grip on Castiel’s waist loosened as he let their bodies part from where they had been flush against one another. He let one hand drift up to Castiel’s face and brushed a thumb across his cheekbone. Castiel took in a sharp breath and leaned closer. Dean tilted his chin up so that their lips met in a wisp of contact before they pulled back, eyes glazed. Then, without another moment of hesitation, Castiel pulled Dean in again and crashed their lips together. It was passionate and clumsy, but it was perfect. Dean tasted like whiskey and Castiel forgot he had gum in his mouth, but none of it mattered in those moments. When they finally pulled away, Dean’s cheeks were flushed and Castiel was drunk on the feeling. Dean smirked, running a finger across Castiel’s bottom lip, “So much for this being a single’s dance.”
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joie-university-rp · 4 years
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Dear FRANCESCA FABRAY,
It is with great pleasure we invite you admission to Joie University! Welcome to the Thunderclap family!
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Congratulations, BREE! Please be sure to check the New Members’ Checklist and send in your character’s account within 24 hours from now. We cannot wait to see all that you will bring to this roleplay! We love you already!
OOC INFORMATION:
Name/Alias; pronouns: Bree; she/her
Age, Timezone: 22; CST
Activity, short explanation: I have a full time job as a teacher, but I will attempt to be online at least once a day!
Ships: Frannie/Chemistry
Anti-Ships: Frannie/No Chemistry
Triggers: N/A
Preferred photo for Character’s ID (please give a link): https://img4.goodfon.com/wallpaper/nbig/3/ca/margo-elis-robbi-margot-robbie-margo-robbi-margot-elise-robb.jpg
Anything else: damn okay i did not realize how much i had written!!! sorry!
IC INFORMATION:
Full Name (First, Middle, Last): Francesca Harper Fabray
FC: Margot Robbie
Age/Year at University (Freshman [1st Year], Sophomore, Junior, Senior, or Graduate Student): 22/Senior
Birth date (MONTH DAY, YEAR): February 12th, 1997
Hometown (please be sure to check the hometowns listed for characters your muse is related to!): Lima, OH
Gender/Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Pansexual
Major(s): Pre-Law
Minor(s) [optional]: Journalism
Housing request (remember, only the president of a Greek Organization is required to live at a Greek House to be in it!): Sylvester Apartments
Extracurriculars (Click here for the list. Be sure to specify any executive board positions [i.e. president, secretary, etc.] If something isn’t listed, please put it here and we will add it to the masterlist!):  LGBT+ Association;  Joie Newspaper Club - The Thunderclap Weekly;
Greek Life Affiliation [optional] (Please be sure to specify any executive board positions [i.e. president, pledge educator, etc.] or if your character is not yet a member, but plans to rush): N/A
CHARACTER PROFILE:
Frannie turned into quite the perfectionist at a young age as her parents, mainly her father, placed more and more pressure onto her. She needed to look a certain way; pretty but not too pretty, blonde but not too blonde; involved but not faltering in her academics… that wasn’t too much to ask of a teenager. was it? The heat was then turned up when Quinn got pregnant, as if having Frannie put up a “perfect” facade would take away from the fact that a Fabray had had sex out of wedlock.
Frannie was coerced into participating in the Prom Queen race by her mother, so that she could follow in the footsteps of those before her. Despite not campaigning well at all, she won overwhelmingly with her mother looking on as a chaperone for the event. It seemed odd to her, but she didn’t pay it too much attention… until recently.
When Frannie came home for Thanksgiving last year to tell her parents that she had gotten pregnant. off a one-night-stand ironically, they began arguing with her. Things got heated and Frannie stormed out after her mother announced that she “couldn’t believe (she) had rigged the Prom Queen race” for her. Frannie was so appalled and disgusted that her mother could stoop so low for a stupid high school competition. Her bags got packed and she moved out immediately, not wanting her child to be surrounded by such negative and toxic people.
Frannie ended up finishing her first semester as a junior while still pregnant with Myles, but knew she would not be able to return for her second semester because of her due date. On January 18th, only a week after her 22nd birthday, Frannie gave birth to Myles Lucas Fabray (at the time). Because she had cut herself off from her family’s money and could not attend college for the spring semester, the pre-law major struggled a lot with trying to make money and support her and her son on her own.
She reached out to one of her aunts whom she knew was not particularly close with her mother or father and found sanctuary with them throughout that semester and the summer following. Her aunt loved caring for Myles while Frannie continued to attempt finding a job- which she did in retail at a department store. Minimum wage was hardly enough to keep her and Myles afloat, never mind give her the opportunity to go back to school.
After bumping into an individual that she went to high school with, Frannie began talking to them and they told her how they were paying their own way through college- by stripping. She couldn’t imagine doing that or being so desperate for money that she would turn to that… but the more they told her about the amounts of money they could walk away with at the end of a night, she became more convinced.
When Frannie left Myles with Gabe in October, it was because her aunt and uncle had decided to go on vacation in Europe for six months and could not care for Myles while Frannie was out most nights at the strip club. Nobody in her family, not even Quinn, knows that she had gotten herself a job as a stripper in Columbus, OH. Now Frannie is back at Joie and completely dedicated to caring for Myles and finishing her schooling, thanks to money from her side job and her aunt.
STUDENT CENSUS SURVEY:
(Please answer the following questions IN CHARACTER. Responses can be as long or short as you see fit!)
What made you want to attend Joie University? The esteemed Pre-Law program along with the fact that it’s not too far away from home in Lima.
What are at least 3 positive or neutral and at least 3 negative traits that you believe you possess? Positive traits that I possess would be that I am a perfectionist, loyal, and responsible. Negative traits that I possess would be that I am a perfectionist, argumentative, and occasionally gullible.
Which of your traits do you value most? I value the fact that I am responsible most of all because it has allowed me to keep focused on what my goals are in life, as well as care for my 11 month old son at the same time.
How can that trait benefit the University (or its student body) as a whole? My responsible trait can benefit the University as a whole because I love assisting others in getting in touch with their responsible side and get focused on accomplishing their goals. And if I have to argue with them a bit about that, I can also find a great argument.
What do you hope to gain from your experience at JU? I hope to gain a stellar Pre-Law degree and then to continue on with my graduate degree in Law. Additionally, I hope to gain lifelong friends and a great basis for my and Myles’s futures.
What is a quote or song lyric that describes you? Ingrid Michaelson’s Miss America.
I’ll never be Miss America (Miss America) It’s not the way I always wanted to be Don’t need a crown to make me a queen I’ll never be Miss America (Miss America)
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           ( genderfluid ) haven’t seen DAKOTA SAMPSON around in a while. the ALEX TURNER lookalike has been known to be (+) INDEPENDENT & (+) PROTECTIVE, but HE/THEY can also be (-) HOT-TEMPERED & (-) TURBULENT. The 24 year old is a SENIOR majoring in THEATRE. I believe they’re living OFF CAMPUS ( at home ) but I popped by earlier and no one answered the door.
                         yes I AM an Arctic Monkeys fan , what gave you that idea !! ‘sup guys I’m Hylia and we don’t know self-control so I’m already back at it again with hitting my muse limit and applying for Dakota here. A note : Dakota’s an old muse but the only thing I’ve changed about him is his name ( along with modifying stuff to fit the connection I took and Watershed biz ) , so if you ever hear me call him Spencer , sorry for the slip-up - that’s just what his name was beforehand. But ANYWAYS , more under the cut !!
                  v brief mention of homophobia + transphobia and also... frequent mentions of religion.
STARTING OUT
k so I also highly rec you read Jackie’s intro bc Katie made this family and I’m just hopping in on the sibling ride  
so yeah their parents were fuckin,,, picture-perfect religious fam on the outside but that’s not good 4 the fuckin’ kids and from the start Kota was always the problem child. Never sat still in church, always tended to gravitate towards the “dark/satanic” stuff and over time he was so used to being accused of that shit he sort of... embraced it ??
Lemme explain.
so Dakota was often punished for even batting an eye at stuff his parents didn’t like so he grew angry he wasn’t allowed to like certain shit and that just upped him liking it and taking part in that stuff tenfold.
It started innocently when he was young - he’d take his allowance, march on over to the closest store that sold CDs and bought every heavy rock album he could find. Linkin Park, Metallica, Rise Against, Sixx AM,  that shit.
Then it escalated to taking an interest in SFX makeup, especially the gory part. Snuck out on Halloween to trick-or-treat and collect candy in the best costume he could make for himself.
Watched horror movies and played darker video games when he’d sneak out and would often take an interest in the decoration , the acting...
Then he started saving up and buying black clothes, ripped jeans, faux leather jackets, and even getting his ears and lip pierced. Threw temper tantrums when his parents told him to cut his hair. Got a tattoo of his sister’s name on his wrist with forged parental approval.
Started dating kids who had a reputation on being on the wrong side of the tracks !! Also came out as bi & genderfluid and lived in an extremely religious household so . . . ( tw : homophobia & transphobia ) they didn’t react well. But he flaunted it. He rubbed it in their fucking faces every chance he got since that was who he fucking was , and if you don’t like it ?? SHOVE IT. 
But yeah. He always had a strained relationship with his parents for that reason. He was known as the black sheep of the family , the problem child. It was AMAZING he was so close with his younger sister , Jackie.
His sister was his everything. Perhaps the only person Dakota was certain cared about him and for that , swore to protect her. Especially against their parents and what Dakota considered their BACKWARDS methods of parenting.
So , he sorta took to parenting her himself - teaching her life skills and survival skills and how to deal with their parents.
TATIANA
okay - Tatiana’s relationship with Kota is kind of important so I wanna get this out of the way before I dive too deep into his character + personality
when they were younger, everyone thought he and Tatiana would get together. Everyone did. Whenever the Sampson and Samuels families would get together, he and Tatiana would immediately gravitate towards each other. They often spared each other glances in church, and he claims Tatiana fell in love with his “rebel” persona.
He even took her to senior prom.
But they never officially dated - they’d hang out regularly , yes , but they never considering themselves more than just friends . . . and then some. He often snuck into Tatiana’s bedroom by climbing through her window , often 
Besides , he was the bad boy who renounced God in his family and Tatiana was the preacher’s daughter. How could they ??
Well . . . they still slept together. Quite often , actually. He often routinely visited her for such in her dorm at Lockwood , and it didn’t matter if she had a boyfriend or not. If she asked him to spend the night with her , he would.
He wrote Tatiana love letters he doesn’t know if she even opened. But it was very obvious Dakota harbored some feelings for her that went beyond friends with benefits. Tatiana may have felt the same - who knows ?? 
She led him on and played him like a fiddle. Maybe he knows about it , but refuses to accept it. He thinks she was genuinely in love with him , or he tells himself that to feel better and not so embarrassed.
Needless to say , he was struck with grief when she died. He wanted to be more than an ex-almost , but unfortunately , that was only how far they got. 
PERSONALITY / CHARACTER
Dakota’s your stereotypical rebel without a cause - he’s loud , he’s unfiltered , and he doesn’t give a FUCK about your opinion so again , SHOVE IT.
But he’s not a bad dude at all - he’s actually pretty open-minded and a little wild , but fun to hang out with. He’ll be honest with you about his opinion on you - and he is NEVER one to shy away from his emotions or hide how he feels.
Believe it or not , the only vices he has are drinking every now and then ( normally nothing more than beer ) and smoking. Hasn’t touched drugs once in his life , not even weed.
He’s very outspoken and will fucking !! Tell you !! What he thinks !! Even - no , ESPECIALLY if you don’t want to hear it.
Half the time he says shit to piss people off and get a reaction. I’m sorry this is just how he is.
DEFINITELY someone into the horrific / creepy shit. He keeps the ID Channel on as background noise and can watch most horror movies and play horror video games without flinching.
Kinda sleeps around a lot and he knows not to attach sex to romance but also . . . it’s like. Horribly easy to lead him on. He can get attached to people and it’s so easy to tell when he’s got a crush so it’s sort of easy to manipulate him like that.
He’s VERY into acting !! He’s a showman , he likes attention. And portraying someone that isn’t him is one of the most fun things to do. And he’s wicked great at it - there’s something about having a hundred eyes on him that gives him confidence and validation where some may clam up.
... Also an attention whore but not a conceited jerk kind of attention whore.
Also into music , but it’s just a background thing. He knows how to play GUITAR and also the DRUMS , and can sing really well. 
He’s short-fused as hell. It’s so easy to get him fired up as long as you say the right words , and it’s really easy to pick out what those words are. Mention or say anything negative about Tatiana or his sister and he’s on your ass.
Again , love makeup and does a lot of SFX makeup in his free time !! So yeah it’s a lot of creepy / gory shit and definitely not something his parents would approve of.
On the subject of his parents , he still lives with them but only to take care of Jackie. And whenever he’s with them , he does whatever he can to piss them off or to make them disapprove of him even MORE. So far , he’s been sliding inklings he worships the Devil and makes jokes about eloping or marrying people with careers the toxic religious people frown upon. 
Yeah he really. Doesn’t like his parents. And he doesn’t want his parents to like him.
Jackie’s the best tho.
Also call him Kota or Kody or Koakoa Puffs or any puns with his name I’ll take it
WANTED PLOTS / CONNECTIONS 
friends he has that know he was rly into Tatiana but were also aware of how she led him on 
they either fuel his false hopes
or try to knock some sense into him by telling him the truth ( never listens tho )
PEOPLE ,,, who really disapprove of how he is for whatever reason. Could be someone who was close with the Samuels’ and know Tatiana was involved with him but they can’t stand the idea of her fucking someone like him.
Soft people he goes protective papa bear over !! Bc he would !! He totally fuckin would !!
People he regularly butts head with and just wants to get a fucking reaction out of bc again , that’s the name of the game
Theatre buddies !! Theatre buddies who he gets REALLY into it with 
Or even theatre rivals , who don’t like his personality / need for attention
Fuckbuddies bc again Dakota sleeps around and sees no shame in it
Also ppl maybe who are attracted to him oNLY bc of the bad boy aesthetic / thing he’s got going on ??
Okay it’s late and I’m drawing more blanks but as always LIKE THIS FOR A PLOTTING IM !!
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