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A R I S T O T L E  M A R E Z      //       SOCIAL MEDI A

@fuckoffari  hope it works out boys 👬🏠 #loveaintdead #qaf

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outgoing ; fitz somethin ( ?? )

arthur: i take everything back i'm gonna stay at home

ari: a blue gameboy

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aj: that's hot

aj: i'm saving that

aj: when do u have time to make those ???

ari: i alwys find time for the local harvest

ari: annika cropett

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// SARGENT.

With the sudden gain in personal space, Jonas could ignore the sense of lost that swarmed in his own personal air. At times like this, when the loss was like a white hot heat burning into his chest, Jonas regretted a lot. It was only meant to be fun, it was only meant to be something to pass time when the lust was too much to handle or in those weak late nights together. But in some way, it had formed into something more, a best friend, a confidant, and a desire that never seemed to be filled. The only solution was to bring the can back to his lips for another long pull of the alcohol hidden inside. “I didn’t know you were looking for a personal nurse”, was the only appropriate response that came to mind. With dinner all but done, there wasn’t too much he could continue to distract himself with anymore. Which only meant one thing, it was time for the real challenge to start. “You know she’ll never quit, as much as she hates her boss, she loves her job. I just think the hospital needs to get their shit together and just fire this dude and give my mom the promotion she’s deserved for years”, the safe topic was still the best option, right now. Multi-colored eyes focused on the browning meat, just finishing the last bit of tacos to lay out the rest of the fixings. It was only a few moments before he was announcing that dinner was ready and the loss of all distractions.

                     they each wrapped their hands around their respective beers, aristotle’s barely touched despite his best interests, and it felt like they were skating around the edges of seven different conversations. jonas didn’t mind aristotle being here, but he did mind his hands on his back. jonas wanted to be friends, without distractions, but what they were doing now didn’t exist inside a vacuum, and it didn’t feel exclusively friendly. aristotle didn’t know what it meant. he was having a hard time seeing the big picture, or whatever the fuck people said as a consultation prize to let people down easy. he was tired of being in a perpetual state of looking away, picking apart expressions, of looking for lines on the ground when you could only see them from the sky. it took courage to hold onto knives, like it took courage to speak in sentences. aristotle had only ever really been good at one of those things. “ fucker, ” he said, with as much bitterness as he could master. he downed half of the cans contents in one, wiping his mouth with the flat side of his hand. the nurses were the best thing to ever happen to rhode island’s private hospital, and it was a goddamn tragedy. “ i told ma’ all the ladies on call should just like, go full on planet of the apes. just throw a shitfest. fuck everyone, ” she hadn’t warmed to the idea, even after aristotle had drawn a semi realistic portrait of beth, the newest recruit, flinging a urinal bag at management's office door. she’d kept it, though, with one of her private smiles. aristotle loved his mother so much that it hurt to think he’d never fully appreciated her when he was younger, that he didn’t know how to. “ she didn’t go for it. ” he concluded, needlessly, leaning back onto the kitchen island. aristotle’s elbows were at an odd angle, but this was the closest to comfortable he’d been with jonas in months.

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// ACOSTA.

“how much sugar can I have in one latte?” she hummed, leaning against the coffee counter. she was tired after a long week at the beach, but not tired enough to not wear her louboutins. nothing could beat her babies. “as much as I want. it’s treat-yourself-sunday, so that means, caramel ice latte, with whip cream on the top, with caramel on that.” she mused, tapping a nail against the side of the cup, the straw leaving her lips. “how ‘bout you?”

           aristotle looked up as she spoke, pressing a disposal lid to his cup, before his gaze slid down to what he could only assume was diabetes to-go. a shitty band was playing on the stereo system, and already he’d made a mistake; he should’ve ordered whatever the fuck she had. “ i’m not much of a coffee drinker anymore, ” he admitted, shrugging a shoulder. “ it’s a pussy option but i’ve, uh, been going for the herbal teas lately. you tell anyone that, though, i’ll call you a fuckin’ liar. ”

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aj: u kno me always 10/10

aj: am i the dirty soil or is that in reference to smth else ??

ari: u r the dirty soil

ari: https://66.media.tumblr.com/bd6da2811d640705855de363f6b35473/tumblr_ocsk94oRqR1vd3tl4o1_540.jpg

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// IVES.

“I like playing God,” she grinned, joking obviously. “I just find it interesting talking about other people than myself. I’m a fucking cliche at times. Now I’ve warned you.” 

                    “ that so ? ” alristotle hummed around his straw, walking towards the check out. “ go on, then. tell me about the biggest freak you’ve ever met. we’ll trade stories. i knew a guy who used to eat shit outta’ his vacuum, so make it a good one. ”

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// SARGENT.

There was some moments in time that everyone wished they could pause. Either they were the terrible moments they wanted to rewind and redo. Or they were moments that people wanted to live in forever. It was safe to say that Jonas was one of those peoples and that a goof handful of those moments were with this person right here. It felt like his his stomach was caught within his own throat, sealing away any breath that could relieve the tension that creeped up from it’s source. The so familiar fingers on his skin, tracing a path that had once been used and walked on, now desolate and untraveled. A life time ago, the cooking would of been long forgotten for the time of lust and giving into the desires that were tucked away during practice. But now, down he had to hold himself back, now he had to remember his mistakes and the choices his made. No matter how much he wished they could fall back into old routes. Clearing his voice, his vision was focused in on the bubbling sauce and attention on the alcohol brought to his lips. “She absolutely will be, but someone has to be the adult in our family”, he explained, turning off the heat to the pan. Finally, with nothing else to focus on, he looked back to Ari with full attention. “As always, thinks it’s fun to take advantage of the single mother to take all the open shifts. But she’s too sweet to say anything.”

                    because there was no god, there wasn’t a light that jonas looked bad in. aristotle looked at the side of his face, half illuminated in orange with the light from the kitchen stove outlining his profile. he wasn’t sure what was hiding in jonas’s expression, in the shadows under his eyes, but he knew it wasn’t anger; whatever it was, it was blue and fading. sometimes aristotle felt that way, too. eyes snapped back to him and he looked away quickly, feeling like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t -- or wasn’t allowed to -- do. aristotle was holding onto a blunt blade, and longing still cut across his palms whenever he thought of beds becoming unmade, or jerseys left in odd places on staircases. he needed to put the knife down, but aristotle didn’t know what would be left if he took the sharpness away now. “ such an asshole, ” he declared, again, because this wasn’t the first time they’d had this conversation. it was the first time aristotle hadn’t punctured the words by putting his hands in jonas’s pants, though. it was an achievement, of sorts. “ some freaks just shouldn’t be allowed to spawn shit, you know ?   like kids, or fifteen fuckin’ ferraris. ” he pushed himself off from the counter, stepping out of jonas’s space entirely. tension left the room like someone had opened a window. “ tell her to quit, and i’ll hire her. ” aristotle would build an entire empire, become an army of one, to give jonas’s ma’ a job that covered free dental and gave her the shit she deserved.

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outgoing ; sanders '98.

carolyn: ...................

carolyn: it's a sad world for everyone

ari: what r u up to ??

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// ACKERMAN.

“I don’t whip and tell, Ari. I’ll ask around for somebody that fits your needs.”

“ where would i be without you ? cheers, ackerman. ”

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@afitzgerald: @fuckoffari ari no let's not bring it back

@afitzgerald: @fuckoffari it ignores ygo rules and makes up new ones this is not what i want

@fuckoffari: @afitzgerald its my top rated app dont be an asshole i

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outgoing ; fitz somethin ( ?? )

arthur: dipshit is not a word that turns me on

arthur: ok

ari: a red gameboy

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// SARGENT.

Steam rose from the pots and pans, scattered haphazardly throughout the kitchen. It was the usual scene whenever his Mom was forced to work more than three days in a row. The young male was left alone to fend for himself, but it was often the times that he took it upon himself to help her out. Meal prep was one of the many guilty pleasures that Jonas had, one of many that Ari was aware of. The sticky sweet scents of the food, spices, and tension easily created an atmosphere left up to deciphering. Blue eyes picked up to watch his actions, maybe all too carefully. Things had always felt like they were walking on eggshells, pushing all too hard for the easy feeling that had once existed. “You never have”, he hummed, letting it seem like his attention had fallen to the sauce he stirred within the deep pot. “But I wouldn’t absolutely hate it if you cracked me open a beer.” Alcohol could only be the solution right here. 

                  aristotle shrugged a shoulder at jonas like it was nothing and reached for one of the cans, opening it with a soft hiss. it sounded like dis-traction. he refused to close his eyes. “ here, ” he said, which for aristotle was polite, and might had passed for flippant if it weren’t for his hands or how they lingered after handing him the beer. he reached up and brushed his fingers against the inside of jonas’ elbow and up his bicep, where he tugged on the fabric of his jumper. it was disarmingly soft, sort of like the boy underneath it. aristotle looked at his shoulder, the collar of his shirt, his throat, anywhere that wouldn’t meet his eyes. all he said was, “ your ma’s gonna’ be pissed she missed me, ” it was safe territory, safer than asking jonas something stupid or fundamental, like ‘ can we please talk about it now ? ’ talking wasn’t what they did, talking was all they ever did. aristotle didn’t want to talk anymore, he still wanted to bite down on his shoulder. “ how’s she been ? her boss still actin’ like an asshole ? ” he asked, hand falling to his side and feeling resentment in his chest like a second heart.

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@afitzgerald: @fuckoffari :(

@afitzgerald: @fuckoffari yu-gi-oh! bam pocket but its service will be terminated in a few days so dw about that

@fuckoffari: @afitzgerald startin a petition to save bam pocket wtvr ‼️ click the link in the descr....

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outgoing ; fitz somethin ( ?? )

arthur: yes

arthur: where are u rn

ari: at my house dipshit

ari: be over in 10

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@afitzgerald: @fuckoffari no but a pokemon go style app would actually work

@afitzgerald: @fuckoffari replace pokemon with duel monster spirits and ur good

@afitzgerald: @fuckoffari or u know just a mobile game that's like the ones for handheld game consoles

@afitzgerald: @fuckoffari not like the app we don't talk off

@fuckoffari: so @afitzgerald ur the reason the 140 character limit exists lmfao ⚡⚡⚡

@fuckoffari: @afitzgerald whats the unspeakable app named ??

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outgoing ; teddy's squeeze 🚨

mercy: 👅 👅

ari: 🐻 ??