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       there was once a very lovely, very frightened girl

                       she lived alone

          except for a nameless cat.

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                                                   haven’t you heard?

                                                             i’m a

                                                    [ M O N S T E R ] 

                                                   and you should run

                                                     while you still can 

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          Lola liked to watch Jasper work—not because it was anything new to her or because she was particularly interested in the workings of drug business; as long as she got the drugs and got high, she couldn't care less about how she got the drugs and got high. She'd fuck Jasper five times a day if she had to, to make sure she got the drugs. But Neil was looking at him in a way that made Lola's skin crawl, and that's what fascinated her. 

          The man stepped forward and made sure to grab the bags before he slammed Jasper into the wall behind him. Lola tensed, waiting to step in if the fight escalated any further, but Neil got her a look that said that if he wanted to rip anyone apart here, it wasn't Jasper. She was familiar with those looks, had received them all her life, and they didn't faze her. She didn't relax after Neil turned back to Jasper, coiled to spring at him. 

          "You need to get rid of the bitch," Neil growled before walking off, and leaving them alone. Lola waited for just a moment before leaning next to Jasper and grinning at him. 

          "Well, that was fun, huh?" she mused.  

I've Got Nothing Left Inside Of My Chest | ndearnadh-failli

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     She wasn't high, but it was almost like that. There was something akin to the feeling of losing all of your lungs in the weight of the moment, pressing down on you so that you almost couldn't breath, almost lost consciousness, almost floated away. But Jasper's legs were on each side of her, and his forehead against her. And he was high, so the intimacy was okay. The kissing was okay. That stupid fucking smile was fine only because he was high, and she would be soon. 

    Dipping her head to nose at his neck, Lola hummed. 

    "My turn?"

  Jasper straddled her, putting one knee on either of Lola’s thighs. She was much smaller than him, so he was careful not to actually put his weight on her as he opened the small plastic bag and poured a quarter sized pile of the white powder onto her breast. He kept  his eyes on her the whole time, his grin growing wider at her words.  No response, however as he used the playing card he’d pulled out to cut it into a line,  his eye contact with her only wavering slightly. Jasper leaned down, burying his  face into her neck, leaving biting, sucking kisses down the pale skin, across her collar bone, before finally settling where he’d left his line. Jasper didn’t even bother with a straw or a rolled up dollar bill like he usually did. He brought his nose to the end of the line and inhaled the entirety of it in one breath.  The feeling was almost instantaneous— He sat up, his elbows on either side of her face  leaning on the back of the couch. Jasper felt indestructible. Invincible. His chest heaving, he pressed his forehead to Lola’s, grinning.           “I’m okay with that.”

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      Oh, this was just rich. Lola smirked to herself and slipped on the barstool next to him. The eyes of most of the inhabitants of the pub were on them, waiting for her to make her move, waiting to see the poor little "insane girl" get put in her place. It was always a fucking hassle getting guys to hit her, and especially ones that didn't seem prone to provocation anyway. Usually, when she sauntered up to a man, clearly drunk, and proposed a deal, they at least tried to hit on her.

     The fact that this idiot hurt Lola's pride was only more ammunition for winning the money, if the hunger in her stomach wasn't enough. She was held over the by the scraps she'd picked off plates as she made her rounds to all the tables, but it was hardly enough for the entire night. The last time her stomach had been completely full had been right before she'd stolen all the coke off that drug dealer and had to fight her way out to stay alive. 

       This man looked dejected enough to let her win. She hoped, for once, that someone's self-pity actually won out over hers because it would mean that she got to eat today, and maybe even get more blow. Lola pushed her way into the man's personal space, bringing her lips close to his ear. 

      "Come on, don't be a coward. I'll make you a deal, babe."

It's Just A Cat And Mouse Game | whiskeyriflesanddogtags

        Another day gone, another reminder of how much he’d fucked up. It had been 9 months since his discharge. 9 months since the screaming match between him and Augustus. 9 months since he’d been disowned. And where was he? Sitting alone at a bar, a third whiskey in his hand. There was just  enough money in his pocket to buy dinner for two nights OR pay for enough  alcohol for him to forget it all. Of course he chose the latter. He could swipe another few sandwiches from the store tomorrow to make up for it. Even after so long, they didn’t seem to notice, which was just fine to him.

      The bar was busier than usual, but it didn’t bother him much. As long as he was left alone, it wouldn’t be a problem. Every few minutes, he’d glance around, watching the other people, whether they were here for the same  reason or just to have fun. One particular girl caught his eye as she roamed the room, stopping at nearly every table. Once or twice he thought he saw her gesture in his direction but he brushed it off; they didn’t know each other, and  he’d done nothing to bother her, so there was no reason for it. 

      Sebastian lost interest after a while and turned back to his own drink, now empty. It wasn’t hard to get the bartender’s attention, and he sat back a bit as  he waited for a new glass. It was then that the girl he’d been watching appeared next to him, her finger stabbing him in the chest. With a slight scowl, he brushed her hand away and leaned forward, resting his forearms on the bar. 

                                           ”Not interested.”

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         "Come on, baby? Don't you love me, hm?" "——Hm?????"

"I’m so high, I think I love you." (Lola.)

     ”….”

                 ”I’m not drunk enough to play that game.”

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       There wasn't much Jasper could say to her aside from what he did to ensure that Lola didn't go upstairs completely. But to play to hero, to waltz in like he owned the place and was rescuing her? Oh, she wouldn't concede that to him just yet. Because however much he didn't want to hear it, she really couldn't give less of a shit if the man holding her by the throat kept squeezing. She wasn't stupid; there was only one way for a drug dealer to react when a woman stole three grams from them. Still, maybe she wanted Jasper to see it. To react, and then to watch it happen. Maybe that was why she'd called him to come get her. Not to get her out of there, but just to watch; everyone wanted an audience to witness the most important moment of their lives. Lola hadn't ever wanted a wedding, (or maybe she had, but she'd forgotten about it), or kids, and she was never going to graduate college. But she could give up everything she'd ever worked again; she could win over all the people that tried to kill her slowly. She could do it all at once and make Jasper watch. 

      "Nah," Lola hummed to Jasper's command, pushing against Neil and going to lean against him. "Now that you've come to my rescue, sweet prince," she breathed in his ear before digging her nails into his arm. "I want to watch."

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We were just children Thrown into an adult war And now we’re not kids Anymore.

(via justacaptain)

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         The faces of the crowd faded away for Lola, and except for the thrill the knowledge that they were watching gave, she couldn't give a fuck less about them. The white powder in the young man's hand was the ultimate holy image for her: release from the banging in her head and knowing she could charm someone so young just like that. His face rounded out in that pretentious boyish way, and yet. It held anything she needed. The way he pulled her up was not a bad addition. She pulled down the fabric of her bra rather than go through the trouble of taking it off and leaned back, pulling him with her. 

          "I'm keeping you."

  He bumped her again with his hips, causing her to fall backwards into a sitting position with Jasper looking down at her. He grinned down at her, taking her wrist in his hand and opening it to pull out the bag. from her hands. He shook it between his fingers for a moment, before letting out a chuckle. He took the  collar of her shirt in his hands, pulling her into a sitting position and the shirt up over her head. "I’m here now, sweetheart," he purred, pulling a playing card out of his pocket.

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[text] uh cos its dangerous for the babys health i think??? [text] you left your bag by the way

[text] That has all my fucking coke in it! Did you steal it????

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[text] people dont smoke when theyre pregnant!!!! [text] and i kinda liked you

[text] Well, that's your problem, isn't it? [text] Why don't you smoke when you're pregnant?

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[text] uh what the fuck [text] whered you go [text] is it even possible to get skinny jeans on that fast

[text] I tossed you a fag. I don't see the problem.

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UH OH! YOUR CHARACTER IS WATCHING MINE GET HIT ON AND IS FEELING POSSESSIVE. HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER HANDLE THIS?

Edit: I read this wrong the first time, oops! Jasper's

getting hit, not hit on.

     It's a dance for her at this point; there's no thought behind it. Just watching how the man across from Jasper coils his arm and lets it fly. Lola tilts her head, and the man smirks at her as if she's just a pretty decoration of a girlfriend, watching what her boyfriend get what's coming to him. They aren't dating, but Jasper is still her dealer and her late-night fuck and no one gets to hit him except her (but only when he gets what's coming to him.)          The man is taking by surprise when she walks up to him, and she can see every foul thought that crosses his mind plain on his face but it only fuels her. She has enough time to smile wickedly back at Jasper before grabbing the man's hair and slamming it down so that his nose meets the meat of her palm. Lola laughs. He struggles and she almost loses grip, but her anger doesn't stop with one hit. To be fair, it never fucking stops. It's a well inside of her that doesn't end, the anger plinking down into it slowly and filling throughout the day and it has been so fucking long since she's last fought someone.

         The man goes down with the next punch to his jaw; Lola's knuckles buckle under themselves but the crack of his bone is reward enough to keep going. She's not sure he can even hear her when she digs a knee into his chest and leans down close to his ear and points to Jasper. 

         "Don't you ever fucking touch him again."

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What does your character do when they find mine bound to a medical bed?

submitted by anonymous.

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