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jack-e-harris·:

“One owl, good sir,” Jack requests with a small bow and a smile. He turns towards her as they recieve it, “I want you to keep him,” he says, handing it towards her, “After all, I know how you love an owl boy. And, listen, he can be a helluvah surrogate for a warm body. Plus, like, we’re usually out at night.”

“aw, well i won’t fight you on it because i do love me an owl boy. thank you!” ivy grinned, gratefully accepting the plush creature and immediately hugging it into her side with one arm. “now i know you really are good at throwing. so i guess that just proves your trustworthy. took long enough, i’d say.” she teased, patting his shoulder with her free hand. “anything you wanna do next? this was my main goal for the night.”

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aprillockheart·:

April raised an eyebrow, cocking her head to  one side as she weighed up her options. On the one hand, skipping in to a haunted house was the absolute last thing she wanted to do. She had always been the jumpy type when it came to stuff like that, and there was nothing fun about screaming in her opinion. On the other hand, she was totally bored, and had a problem saying the word no. “You know, questioning whether I’m brave enough when you just admitted you don’t wanna go alone is a bit of a double standard,” she pointed out, raising a hand to twirl a braid around her finger. “But sure. Why not. I wasn’t planning on getting any sleep tonight, anyways.” 

ivy had no argument there. she was completely right. bit of a paradox but she was only trying to get someone else to join in on the fun with her. boredom was real and it was ugly. “hey, don’t call me out like that. hurts my ego.” hand dramatically placed on her chest, her tone but a whisper all while a smile permanently stretched out on her lips. “only if you’re sure. we could always try something else. wouldn’t want you having nightmares.” ivy playfully shrugged a shoulder. “these are good for any ride here. unless you’re more afraid of pukin than getting spooked by animatronics and adults wearing masks. ‘cause that one’s understandable.”

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drafted replies as i don’t have as much muse for ivy tonight but i’ll be on her tomorrow <3 

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stfusid·:

As soon as her face started to change, Sidney realized that he had messed up. Foot, he thought, meet mouth. If he had just played along, she wouldn’t have known. But it was Ivy, and he knew that she was only kidding. “I mean… maybe.” He shrugged, rubbing his thumb lightly over her knuckles as a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, “Whatever you have to tell yourself to sleep at night, darlin’. But I’m just saying, I think he’d be too cheap to pay for your waffles so who’s really the better option here?” A small laugh escaped as she tossed her hair, the man shaking his head. It was all fun and games until his age was mentioned, resulting in an over-exaggerated gasp and eyes going wide, “Did you just call me old?! That’s it. I’m done.” More jokes. “Buy your own goddamn waffles.”

“i don’t knowwww. i’m pretty sure we locked eyes as we walked past each other. think that means he’s willing to buy out the entire diner just so i can have as many waffles as i wanted.” gaze meeting sid’s as her head tilted to the side. there was a certain grin spreading out on her lips which made it only apparent she was enjoying pushing his buttons. as usual. “i’m sorry if i upset you. hey but i’ll make it up to you. lunch is on me tonight, grandpa!” her free hand wrapping around the male’s forearm just as she playfully nudged his side. “seriously, i’ve been impatiently waiting to spend lunch with you even before i clocked in. emilio could have proposed to me and i would have -- okay, i might have accepted BUT i would have told him he needed to wait until after our hang out. and don’t let that get to your head.”

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jack-e-harris·:

Placing a hand on his chest, he grins broadly, “Thank you so much, I really appreciate that,” he says, unable to help but laugh as she continues. “Good luck,” he says with a gesture, watching her before wincing as she misses. He makes a noise of sympathy as he pulls out his wallet to pay for a few rounds. “Well, no pressure, then,” he says with a soft laugh. Taking the ball, he cautiously cocks back, taking aim. He misses, though he gets fairly close, bouncing off the shelf beneath, “Oh, fuck, you know what? I lied because I wanted to impress you,” he says with a broad smile, the statement seeming insincere.

“ohhhh, yeah?” ivy kept her eyes locked on him, trying to maintain her composure as she slowly crossed her arms over her chest. “tsk tsk. if anything i’m impressed at how quickly you gave up.” she cocked a brow, gaze shifting between him and the bottles. “c’mon, we can’t let the system win! i BELIEVE in you! if you even knock one of the bottles down -- that’ll even deem you a winner in my book. go ahead, i want to believe you’re good at...throwing.”

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razmatazzmus·:

❛ ‘am i ‘brave’ enough?’❜  he echoes incredulously, sputtering incoherently with his brow furrowed. he expels air out his lips in a half-hearted motorboat, hands on his hips. ❛  am i—— ME? brave enough? ❜  he gestures to himself, brows propelling upward. no. ❛ LADY——- i practically invented bravery, alright? i’m almost insulted—– they - they don’t call me the—- RAZMANIAN DEVIL for kicks, sweet cheeks. ❜  in fact, they don’t call him the razmanian devil at all. has the sweat already broke loose from his brow? sure felt like it. he fixates his eyes on the ticket, blinking profusely, hands firmly planted against his hips. his eyes fluctuate between her face and the ticket before he bows his head into his shoulder to swipe the moisture off his cheek—– is it hot out here or is it just him? he eyeballs the offending piece of paper pleadingly for a beat longer before extending his hand to retrieve it. ❛ pfffftttt—— shit’s LITTLE LEAGUE. watch and learn. might wanna step aside, while you’re at it. this could get ugly. ❜  mumbles leader of the LULLABY LEAGUE, deflating as the screams escalating from the house seem to suddenly be connected to stereo. then, gesturing with his hands for her to proceed. ❛ … on second thought, y’know, LADIES FIRST. must have left my manners at home. ❜

ivy couldn’t do much other than stare incredulously at the over the top act he decided to put on as if she didn’t see right through him. “uhhhh - and who exactly calls you that? i’d like to speak to them.” she could have gone along with his false claims but where’s the fun in that? she was just ready to see just how quickly that facade disappears once they’re inside. it was hard to hold herself together without laughing but she was doing her best, hands motioning for him to gladly go in front of her, which didn’t last long. “wow, you’re brave AND you’re a gentleman? i can’t believe i’m hanging out with THE complete package.” she chortled under her breath, happily leading the way inside. 

luckily (for him) the beginning of the house was as tame as they came. a moving little walkway that she wobbled along through leading into a dark room with a circular moving platform. it was obvious by now that the jump scares were coming, seeing the holes in the walls. ivy already knew she was going to have a blast inside the fun house but she wanted to try and make it even better. “you know, i’m feeling a little spooked right now and, being the razmanian gentleman that you are -- i’d prefer if you went ahead of me. you know, for protection. you wouldn’t turn down a lady’s request now, would you?”

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stfusid·:

It had been a decently busy shift for Sidney at the Dollhouse and for some reason, there were more creeps crowding in than usual. He had already bounced his usual amount of assholes before the night was halfway through, resulting in a grumpier mood than usual from the short tempered man. His concern for the dancers was enough to make him debate on skipping his break and he probably would’ve if he wasn’t interrupted by a familiar voice that parted the crowd. Blue eyes widening, his jaw dropped open slightly as he looked Ivy over, suddenly recalling the act that they were actually supposed to eat together. “Shit, that’s my bad. I totally forgot.” Dropping the license he had been checking over on the ground, Sid looked over at his coworker to make sure he had it before stepping off to the side, one hand grabbing the woman’s in an attempt to drag her along with him. “Wow, not because you’d rather hang out with me? I’m literally insulted.” An eyebrow raised as he kept the joke going, “Why don’t you ask Emilio Estevez to eat with you instead?”

there was a genuine look of confusion washing over her features. ivy was joking about him being a mere three minutes late. “wait, wait -- you actually forgot? i should be the one feeling INSULTED!” she chuckled under her breath as she gently squeezed his hand, failing at looking too upset on the matter. “you know what? emilio wouldn’t have forgotten, i’ll tell you that much. who knows, he might have cancelled filming to have a super late lunch with THE ivy williams.” her shoulders lifted into a shrug, looking over at sid as she playfully flipped her hair. all jokes, of course she was always up to hang out with sid. clearly as she visits him almost daily. “are the creeps and weirdos you have to deal with every day messing with your memory, or is it just age?”

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ofconstellatio‌:

maybe he had taken it too far when he pressed his lips on that perfect spot right in the nape of her neck. though, as soon as he had that thought, her lips were on his and they were both moving in sync. hands on her hips as he attempted to pull her at least half-way onto his lap. but as soon as it started, it was over. he wondered why, but at she apologized he tried to put the puzzle pieces together. her hands still remained on his cheeks so that must’ve meant something, right? she seemed embarrassed, but to him there was nothing to be embarrassed about. he liked her a whole lot. perhaps she didn’t like him the same way? perhaps she felt as if she was making a mistake? 

he had no intention on hurting the girl. she was his best friend after all. a best friend that he just so happened to have feelings for. he wanted to kiss her again, but he didn’t want her to feel as if he was pressuring her into anything. 

“ are you alright ? ” he said, quietly– mindful of the others who were actually watching the movie. his hands moved from her waist to her cheeks, so they were matching. “ are you afraid ? i don’t plan on just making a move on you and ditching you. ” he clarified with a smile, hoping that his clarification would help matters some. he just wanted to hold her a little longer and kiss her a little bit more. he wanted to make all of her worries go away.

when it came to dating, relationships and the big L -- ivy tended to avoid it. she had her fears and doubts but mainly she avoided things like this to protect herself. she knows just how bad her abandonment issues are and ivy just isn’t prepared for any more heartache. though she also knows that it’s slightly bullshit reasoning and just because a few people screwed her over, it doesn’t mean everyone will. she liked apollo, she can’t deny it. especially not after she kissed him. it was obvious and it was probably obvious before she did it, she just doesn’t know what to do.

swallowing a lump that formed in her throat as she was lost in her own confusing thoughts, all ivy could do was shake her head in reply to his first question. “i’m terrified.” although her lips trembled from the sheer anxiety she felt speaking on the topic, there was still a small smile on her lips as he mimicked her action. “i’m not -- i don’t think you’d throw me to the wolves but this is just...scary. i’m not good with this. whatever we are. wherever we’d be going from here...” her eyes bored into his, as if she were searching for clarity in his gaze. “you’re too important to me and i don’t want anything to mess it up. i can’t handle anyone else leaving my life. i just can’t. so i don’t want anything to drive you away. that’s what i’m scared of the most.”

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jack-e-harris·:

Jack grins broadly as he looks over her shoulder, watching her try and toss the ball. He played softball for a little while when he was a kid; he’d hated it, as he’d been taught to pitch in the baseball fashion. Why anyone thought “girls” couldn’t throw overhand, he still didn’t understand. So, his dreams of being a pitcher were immediately dashed. However, he was still a reasonably good pitcher - at least, for someone who never actually played baseball. He smirks faintly, meeting her gaze, “I can win it for myself, I am a big boy, I put on my pants myself this morning,” he says with a growing smile, “But, alright, you take one more try, and if you fail, I’ll take a crack at it. I’m alright at…throwing.”

“this has nothing to do with your ability to pull a pair of pants on, which -- i’m so proud of you for doing all by yourself.” ivy playfully cooed as she gazed at him with an overly, sarcastically excited expression on her face. “but this is getting to me on a personal level. it’s just some empty milk bottles, why am i so terrible at it!?” and with that, she nodded in silent agreement to his offer before turning and trying once again to aim at the perfect spot and then........nope. nicked the bottom corner and not even a budge. “alright, i give up. go ahead. i need to see just how good you claim to be at throwing. if you do knock them down -- well this game is still rigged and no one can tell me otherwise.”

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( @stfusid​ )

a normal night in vegas? drunken elvis impersonators still on the clock, “mind readers” harassing you and claiming they know you want to walk into their shop, drunken strangers getting hitched at the little white chapel and a burlesque dancer in full costume walking across the street to one of cherry bomb burlesque’s rivals...the dollhouse. well -- kind of rivals. both establishments were different but it’s still competition nonetheless especially when cherry bomb has it’s own adulterated portions of the night. though ivy wasn’t going over to check on the competition, she was going over to check on sid. specifically to drag him to spend their lunches together. “hey!” her voice squeaked above the patrons crowding the entrance as she made her way over to him. bright eyed and ready to rush. “first of all, you were a whopping three minutes late meeting me in front of the exit so here i am. second, i think i just saw emilio estevez walk into cherry bomb and i just wanted you to know this is how absolutely starved i am -- i passed up that opportunity...so i’m gonna need you to pick your pace up to 88 mph.”

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( @jack-e-harris​ )

ivy didn’t like to call herself “competitive”...she’s just aggressively determined. yeah, that’s much better. her usual soft spoken nature wouldn’t make many who didn’t know her too well yet expect to hear yelling profanities, yet here she was. “FUCK!!!” and it was all because she couldn’t knock over the last three milk bottles at the fair. “this is rigged i fucking know it’s rigged, buddy.” ivy shrugged her shoulders at the game warden as he chuckled at her misfortune. try again? of course she was going to try again. “look -- i know the trick of the trade, i think -- i think i’ll get it this next throw, i promise.” grabbing the tennis balls from the warden, she turned to jack. “we’re not leaving this booth until i win you that owl plush. it’s only right! right!?”

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reaganfm·:

“oh, well sadly i’m not drunk enough yet,” there’s a pause, a smile playing on reagan’s lips as she shrugged her shoulders, “i could definitely get there with a few more shots, though.” there was an internal cringe after this sentence, the sudden anxiety flowing through her veins. the delivery felt off, fuck, did the girl notice? she always struggled to talk to people in more social situations when she hadn’t had a previous conversation and a part of her was left wishing she had never opened her mouth, breaking eye contact with her for a moment only to regain her composure. “hm… maybe i should just take a shot in the dark and do both? like, assuming we both don’t have totally different tastes in food. and hey, if i don’t like it, you’re free to have some.” that might be an odd thing to say, however that was just reagan’s nature. she was always incredibly kind, willing to buy strangers drinks and food just to prove something to… somebody. it was something she wanted to do the moment she started to make income on her own, the desire to give to others what she’d lacked for so long still strong even in her adulthood. “or, i could just, order you some. you probably don’t just want a random stranger’s scraps so that’s… fucking weird.” laughing awkwardly, reagan goes and pushes her hair behind her ear, now turning to face the stranger once again. “i’m reagan, by the way.”

“does that mean you’re a lightweight? because in that case, you’re my kind of people. two shots in and we’ll be on the same level of drunkenness? the best time.” ivy grinned, head tilting ever so slightly to her right. she scanned the woman’s expression -- she wasn’t great with reading other people or noticing social cues but ivy could sense the teeny tiny discomfort coming from the other. it wasn’t a bad thing...lord knows ivy doesn’t know quite what to do when she’s interacting with people she knows, much worse a stranger but for some reason she felt okay around her. “why don’t we just order one of each? i got one and you get the other? they’re appetizers - made for sharing anyway, right?” crescent eyes mimicking the soft smile on ivy’s lips. “nice to meet you, reagan. i’m ivy...i never say no to scraps. i -- uh, not that i can’t control myself and be decent, i swear i have manners but i may have thrown a couple shots down the hatch by now.”

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ofconstellatio‌:

“oh shit.” was all that he could think as she called him out on his bullshit. because thats what it was, it was complete and utter BULLSHIT. he wasn’t a gentleman, he was far from it whenever it came to his thoughts about ivy. of course he cared about her and of course he wanted more from her than just physical attention. he wanted all of her. every fucking inch of her. and it was something about this night that lit him on fire with curiosity. curiosity of how she would look lying under him. her makeup smudged, lipstick on his lips. he felt nineteen again. his heart was pounding and his hands were sweating. hopefully she didn’t notice how nervous he was. he wanted to seem super cool– yeah that was it. he was SUPER COOL.

throwing his arm around the girl that he wanted to be his, his hoped that this night would go the way he wanted it to go. he wanted to kiss her. he wanted to ask her on a date. he wanted to know her more. he wanted to cross that boundary of best friends to lovers. or at least friends that kiss sometimes. he wanted to wait outside for her after shows and give her a kiss. he wanted her to have a side of his bed. they’ve known each other for this long and honestly why haven’t they crossed this boundary ? so the answer to her question he simply smirked at her and moved her hair from off of her neck and planted a soft kiss on the nape. “ nothing. like i said– i just want to talk. what do you think i am ? some sort of PIG ? ”

as said, physical affection between the two was common. it was a part of their friendship and it never once felt strange to do. it was as natural as it could be. lately -- the affection seemed to linger in ivy’s thoughts a lot more than normal. it wouldn’t be shocking to discover ivy harbored feelings for apollo. they came and left, as they usually do whenever she started to like someone...only, for him they never really left so much as she pushed them away. pushed them to the deep, dark corners of her head. these things don’t work. feelings like this can ruin friendships and even ruin the person who’s feeling them. ivy was cautious, nervous to even think so much about it but...maybe he was...different.

but this kind of affection? this...sweet, gentle, warm kiss planted on the right spot on her neck -- this affection wasn’t common. it sent goosebumps throughout her skin and suddenly her eyes were no longer glued to the ending scenes of the movie. apollo’s words didn’t even click as she was just focused on the fact that that just happened. blinking away confusion, ivy turned to face him. rosy lips parted just for a second. her mind went blank. it was the most bizarre thing she’d ever experienced and her body was now moving on it’s own. as if programmed to do what she was about to do. no thinking. no doubts. ivy’s hands nestled gently on each cheek of apollo’s face before she pulled herself closer, closing that small gap between the two. a magnetic force, if you will. she hesitated, hovering over his lips and feeling his breath tickling her skin, but finally her lips found their way onto his. her heart was pounding out of her chest but she didn’t care. although his kiss was more on a passionate spectrum, her sweet and gentle kiss sparked something in her. chest slowly raising into him all the while her lips moved rhythmically with his own and just as her movements called for the deepening of it -- her brain kicked in. what am i doing? 

as quickly as that thought entered, ivy backed away. eyes searching for any sign that it was unwanted. why would it be when he kissed her neck? maybe he doesn’t see me as anything other than just a fun and friendly lay? no, he’s not like that -- unless he is. thoughts consumed with her rapid over-analyzing but her hands remained connected to his warm cheeks. “...sorry.” she finally managed to mutter. a small, embarrassed smile adorning her expression. she wasn’t good at this. ivy was terrible with her emotions and horrible with anything that wasn’t just that -- a quick lay. this was foreign to her and even though she wasn’t sure just what this was, she didn’t want to mess it up.