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( — summer child )

Instantly raising her hand, the redhead smiled as she wrapped her much smaller pinky around his own. “I, Ariella Fairchild, solemnly swear not to tell Ryan you told me about her loud snores.” Keeping her voice serious for as long as it was possible, a grin found its way out over her expressions as she gave his hand a squeeze. Ari already had heavy lids, which she couldn’t be more thankful for. It had been too long. And perhaps it was her body giving into exhaustion at last. “I promise I will try to sleep as quickly as I can so… so you guys can escape.” She held a worried tone, as she remained rested against the shoulder of her best friend, breathing out heavily. There was nothing she hated more than the thought of being a bother. Especially to those she cared about so much. And she was pretty sure a couple wouldn’t want to spend their night with this weird little anxious friend instead of having some time alone. In a castle. “Would it be a bit too inconvenient to ask you to carry me? Once we are outside? I don’t really want to step over these shoes for much longer.”

|   — “GOOD. Because if she gets mad there will be no wedding and then who is going to be my best groomswoman?” He teased, rubbing her shoulder absently as his mind wandered for a moment, thinking about all those details he often avoided focusing on when it came to his impeding wedding. Some creeping hesitance always made him choke up when he too intently focused on it and inevitably deciding that it was best to leave that part to Ryan. “Escape?” He’d only half caught what she was saying, but knowing Ariella meant being able to put two and two together. “Ari, we aren’t that couple that’s grossly into each other and can’t breathe without one another or talk like we’re form some mid-century romance novel. We function perfectly well with other people or not being around each other all the time. You don’t have to do anything, you’re our friend. We like spending time with you. Separate or together.” Bash never got tired of reassuring her, sometimes grew frustrated because he wished that he could make her see that she wasn’t a burden as she seemed to believe, but that was neither here nor there for the moment. “Carry you?” His hold on her tightened for a moment, head nodding slowly. “Yeah, babe, I think I can manage that. Let’s get you up to your room, yeah? We can bug Ryan to come up once we’re there.”

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( — ava )

Her dress was soaked through in the front, the black velvet clinging to her skin. Green eyes darkened as she eyed the culprit, the empty cup still lingering in their hands. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

|   — STEPPING back, nearly missing being part of the collision himself, Bash had two options: help the girl or let her do whatever she wanted to because he wasn’t her dad. Feeling slightly responsible in the awkward tango that had wound up with another spilling their drink on her dress, he grimaced and spoke up. “Uh, hey, just leave it alone. I can help you try to get that out. The longer it sits, the worse it’s going to be for that fabric.”

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( — summer child )

“I believe you, then.” Grinning like a child on Christmas morning, Ariella nudged closer to Bash, breathing out while trying to fix the long skirt of her dress properly. His warmth was comforting, and after such stressful long days - comfort was all she truly needed. No glaring eyes and judging words. Maybe she’d even manage to sleep properly, that night. She couldn’t ask him to stay until she fell asleep, though. Ryan was out there and she deserved to be with her boyfriend. Covering her mouth at the new secret - her green eyes widened as a snort passed through, a result to her attempts to hold back her laughter. “Oh my! She can never know you told me about it! She would be so mad at you. For your sake, I will keep my mouth shut, I promise.” Assuring him as if it was the most confidential matter in the world, Ari kept the serious look on her face for as long as she could - before erupting into a small smile once more. “I think I should go back, back to my room. I guess it’s the first time I’ve felt sleepy in like, four days. That way you can also go have some fun with your wifey. I could watch Friends.”

|   — HER reaction had him stifling a laugh, always feeling that her happiness was infectious no matter the situation. “I’m sure she’ll kill me, yeah, so let’s keep it just between us.” More likely than not, she’d smack him and move on, or tell Ariella some equally embarrassing fact that Bash didn’t share with others. “You’ve got to pinky swear. That’s the only way it’s going to be a solid promise that you can’t break.” The redhead added gravely, raising his hand to show that he was being serious. A sense of calm ran over him, momentarily forgetting other people and how much he hated parties, crowds, any sort of gathering in general because he felt so disconnected. “Ryan’s off doing... something. I doubt she’d care much. She’d probably want to come back too. Let’s just get you back to your room and we’ll tell Ryan to come over and we can all watch Friends together.”

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I am crazy sad, and somewhere deep inside, all I want is to fly.

Jandy Nelson, The Sky is Everywhere (via theliteraryjournals)

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( —  summer child )

Green hues dropped closed for moment, as fiery strands were brushed through with his gentle fingers and it felt good - because the comfort was just as real as the pain she held locked inside her body. “Spoiling me! I hope I don’t turn out to be like those annoying children that can get anything they want from their parents. Spoiled children.” The ginger rambled, a yawn escaping her parted pink lips. Her small body wasn’t really made for staying up along the whole night, dancing, drinking and flirting. She wasn’t good at it. But for some reason she felt the need of throwing herself out there that night, to be anyone but herself - since half of the campus seemed to hate who she was. “I promise not to tell anyone, ever. Right across my heart.” Quickly regaining the ability to remember where her left side was - helped by the bracelet she kept on her left thin wrist, she traced an x across her chest playfully, offering a grin to the fellow ginger. “I will keep it safe with me, any secret you ever tell. Because that’s what friends are for, right? Especially best friends.”

|   — TILTING his head, Bash tries to gauge the situation without turning Ariella completely into a Scout clone. At times, he was aware that he treated the smaller redhead as if she were his younger sister, literally and figuratively, but she was an adult and did not need to be babied. “Mm, I can think of a few of those off the top of my head and you’re not one of them. Don’t worry.” He murmured encouragingly, pulling her closer as his dark eyes scanned over the crowd around them in search of an escape route. For him, it was obvious she wouldn’t last much longer through the night. “Mm, okay. If you PROMISE not to tell anyone else, I’ll let you in on a secret.” Leaning in close, keeping his voice low and just for her, Bash continued on with the full knowledge that if this got back to his fiancee, she’d likely kill him. “Ryan snores. Like really loudly. Like an old man. It keeps me up at night so I always have to fall asleep before her.”

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(  — adam )

“You’re having a smoke now,” Adam pointed out. “Granted, it’s just a cig but,” he said, letting out a grunt as he shifted again in his spot, the cigarette dangling in his hand. “And a drink,” he added, spying the cup seated beside the other boy. “’Less it isn’t yours, but bit funny to be sitting next to someone else’s drink,” he said, taking another drag. “Too bad most people’s ‘true colors’ are fucking ugly. Least it paints the shit show, one way or ‘nother.”

|   — “IT’S just a cigarette, I meant anything more than that. Does tobacco really count as a drug?” He didn’t mean to be philosophical in any right, but having to question what constituted as what always lead to conversations that sounded too out there. “Water.” The redhead clarified, tipping the glass. “I’m drinking water because it’s honestly fucking hot in here. That’s as interesting as it gets.” Shoulders lifted in a half-assed shrug, Bash averting his gaze for a moment before coming back to the conversation. “That’s probably the truest thing I’ve heard all night. Guess it’s a damned if you do and damned if you don’t issue, but who am I to talk? I’m pretty shitty too.”

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( —  summer child )

The comforting sight of Bash’s face was enough to make her shoulders relax and a soft breath to leave her mouth, one that she didn’t even realise she had been holding. Peace, at last. Parties had never been much of her background, and her inexperience with alcohol made her tolerance to it a round zero. Too many people, loud talking and proximity. But in her current situation, all she truly wanted to do was to forget the world around her. “Guys! This is my awesome best friend, his name is Bash! How handsome does he look tonight?” Ariella cheered once he took a seat by her side, nuzzling by his torso like a small lazy cat. “Don’t look too much, though. He’s got a very pretty wifey.” Giving out the warning, she shoot a tipsy grin in the direction of the one who would probably be in her room the following day to care for her, perhaps - first hangover. “They are all very friendly gentlemen. Even got myself a cupcake. They have a whole table filled with them, you need to check it out.” Taking a bite from the baked good, she wiped the icing off the corners of her mouth. Resting her head over his comfy shoulder, glittery lips parted slightly so she could yawn and whisper. “Sebastian, tell me a secret.”

|  — FOR the sake of honesty, Bash could admit that he worried about the smaller redhead. She wasn’t as fiery as her hair, she wasn’t the type to be able to fight, and from the bubbly display she had going, he could tell she wasn’t doing very well. When did he know Ariella to drink? The hold he has over her is protective, knowing that guys like this that surrounded a pretty girl and laughed at everything she said never had the best of intentions and the only one in this semi-circle of fuckery that cared about her was him. “Ah, Duckie, sounds like they’re spoiling you.” His fingers brush through her hair, admiring that she hasn’t broken down and at least appears to be having fun and he’d rather this lie than some sad truth that she’s not doing well because her tears always have him cringing and feeling somehow responsible as if he should have saved her from whatever harmful situation she’d fallen into. “A secret? If I tell you then it’s not a secret anymore. Unless you can promise that you won’t tell anyone else.”

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( —  adam )

Adam laughed. “I love large parties. They’re so intimidate. At small parties, there isn’t any privacy,” he quoted. “One day, I hope to sound as profound as Leonardo DiCaprio saying those words,” he joked, taking another drag. “Do hope so. World’s too dull to be living it without a laugh. But that’s why we got parties,” he said, tilting his head back. “Don’t you think?”

|  — “JAY would be proud of your impression, my man.” Bash nodded with a slight smirk at the male’s impression, happy that his own reference hadn’t gone over the blonde’s head. “I’m not much of a party goer. Think I bring the vibe down. Don’t drink, don’t smoke, barely dance. I am more of an observer, but I can agree. It’s interesting to see how honest people get in this setting, you know. It’s like some free pass to just do whatever, be whatever, let your true colours show.”

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( —  summer child )

“And that’s why, my friends - Shakespeare was the master of his time.” A princess, she looked like a princess. And so she had heard, the gown was pretty much enough to make her look like a proper one, and the mess of fiery locks that had once been tucked in a posh bun was perfect for the theme of the party. The expensive champagne rested neatly in a flute between pale fingers, and she couldn’t remember if it was her second or third. “For me? That’s so sweet! Thank you!” The brit grinned at one of the boys circling around her, all taking a proper seat to listen to her rambling and giggles, amused orbs all giving her attention and throwing questions and compliments her way. Haven’t you heard? Ariella Fairchild is officially on the market again. “Hey!” She greeted the one approaching her and the group, tasting from the cupcake given to her. “Having a good time so far?” They are easier to get while emotional, right?

|  — PARTING with his girlfriend was necessary at times, not wanting to say that sometimes their closeness could be the slightest bit suffocating and there was no couple that needed to spend every waking minute together. Meandering through the crowd, snaking his body between others that were all made confident and bold by the alcohol he refused to sip, Bash sought out a familiar face for comfort. Met with the sight of Ariella, regal and engaged as ever, surrounded by a swarm of what looked like admirers, the redhead couldn’t help but laugh quietly to himself. When she called out to him, Bash couldn’t resist joining his best friend and her gang of loyal listeners for a moment. “I’d say I am, but you’re obviously having more fun than me.” Without being subtle, he pushed his way between her and the nearest male, planting himself to sit next to her and slide his arm around her slender shoulder. “They’re all treatin’ you well, yeah?” He nodded, a smile in place that was more the warning of a protective brother than an amused newcomer.

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( —  adam )

Slipping further into his seat, Adam let the golden cup rattle onto the floor as he planted a cigarette between his own teeth. “Oy, it’s a party. Best that, a Gatsby party,” he said, flicking the lighter for his own end before offering the same for his companion. “Everyone’s a mess,” he said, a breath of smoke following his words. “Between you and me, I came here with a tie around my neck and a barrel around my leg,” he said, lifting one foot. “Lost both. Only barely miss the clip on.” 

|  — "YOU a fan of F. Scott Fitzgerald or large intimate parties?” The redhead quipped, not quite sure if the inference would be caught on or not. Relaxing a bit, deciding that he didn’t mind this company, Bash let out a low laugh that rumbled from his chest and throat. “You’re living the life, aren’t you? Maybe this is some comedic foreshadowing to the rest of your life.”

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( —  wifey )

        the jut of ryan’s bottom lip did awful things to her chin; her face in its entirety scrunching into the kind of foul scorn reserved for comparisons such as these. “ Don’t, ” she warned – typically, she considered being thought of as her mother’s mini-me flattering, but not in regards to her relationship with Bash. For all of their misshapen pieces, they still fit. Sometimes it was a tight squeeze, but their connection was never distant, only the space that occasionally lay between them; the kind that could be measured in miles. “ So you don’t think it looks good on me, huh? ” She leaned into his touch, hands winding their way to the nape of his neck where her fingers tangled in the baby hairs there – he needed a trim. “ Are you trying to persuade me with that wicked charm of yours, Peters? ” Whatever weight that had settled at the mention of her mother was entirely alleviated by the soft touch of his lips to her own. Her body melted into the kiss, nose playfully nudging his and a whisper at the tip of her tongue. “ Doesn’t seem like you’re giving me much of a choice. ”

|  — LIPS curving into a smile, fond and soft, Bash hums in the back of his throat as he watches her. Every line etched into her expression is familiar to him now, the way she’s hard and simultaneously pliable beneath his fingertips, how she smells, the way colours swirl in her bright eyes; it’s all burned into his memory and he’s not sure he could forget a single thing. “You always look good. You don’t need or want me to tell you that. If you want to look like you just got dunked in an tank full of highlighter, go crazy.” Adjusting his position, legs spreading to give her space to stand between and both shoulders and neck craning back for his comfort, the redhead took a moment to laugh to himself. “In all the years you’ve known me, when have I ever been charming? Ryan please. Now I’m worries you’re all ready drunk talking crazy like that. And no. ‘Fraid not. You’re stuck with me. Might as well get used to being Mrs. Peters from here on out.” 

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I take much pleasure in being alone, but there is also a strange warm grace in not being alone.

Charles Bukowski  (via floriental)

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ok so i’m p sure i never posted an intro for bash so i’m gonna do that now then do one for grayson so this is gonna be janky af

so bash had a p decent life compared to most. he had a really loving set of parents, for all their flaws. his mother had him when she was sixteen and she had to drop out of school, homeschool herself, and her bff helped her a lot. they ended up getting married and u know his mother’s bff is basically his dad even though biologically he’s not

his parents were always kind of.... scattered. like they weren’t mature enought o raise a kid and they weren’t really a good match either way, but there was always love in the household if that makes sense. his mum worked multiple jobs and went to uni and his dad barely could hold jobs and would stay home with him a lot.

his parents fought. a lot. not justl iek arguing every time they fight it is like a full blown thing. cops are often called. one would end up leaving or he got really used to his god parents coming over and taking him out of the house for days to weeks at a time. 

he really grew up taking care of himself and his parents. sometimes his mum would get too drunk and say shit she didn’t mean to. sometimes his dad would do really impulsive shit and he was really the only voice of reason in the house

bash was often mediator, parent, and friend even as a kid so he just really has no time for immature bullshit. he’s the type to walk away from something before it becomes an issue. it’s like a weird mix of apprehension and apathy

he’s really chill though. once he warms up to you he like jokes around and he is fine like talking and shit, but he takes a while to warm up to people

he refuses to drink due to his parents. he will not touch liquor and he doesn’t really like being around it for prolonged periodsof time

if you’re a dick, if you’re rude, if you are really unpredictable, if you say fucked up shit a lot, or just have a lot of drama then lol he’s really not fucking with you sorrry don’t even try like he’s really strict

he takes care of his little sister and that also contributes to his lack of bullshit tolerance. he’s been raising her since he was eighteen and his parents were kind of like yeah we did a shitty job with you ok we get that and he wants to her have a better kind of childhood than he did bc he basically had no childhood and he doesn’t want her to be anything likee he is

but honestly he needs friends and he needs people to loosen him up besides his fiancee, ryan who lbr we can all tell they’re together why am i clarifying this, so come plot with the bae

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( — wifey )

        “ sebastian, really? ” Hands flying in a whirlwind of mock-indignation, she barely managed to keep hold of the glitter’s container as she whipped around to face him. It wasn’t the tacky arts ‘n’ crafts stuff they’d used as kids, no, she could fully comprehend his aversion to that ( she hadn’t meant to get it in his eye, but these things happen ), but this stuff was harmless & would serve only to highlight his angular features under the Prohibition Party’s strobe lights. “ I mean, better glittery jizz than actual jizz, right? Oh, wait… you wouldn’t know. ” She sneered down at him, hip cocked dramatically to the right, her free hand pinching the silky fabric of her slip dress to her waist. “ And everyone will be sweating regardless, I’ll just have that GLOW – like pregnant ladies or… angels. ‘ Heaven’s face doth glow ’ and all that jazz. ” Hand waving dismissively, she clamped her index finger and thumb onto his chin before he could turn away, bending over to meet his gaze. “ Well, I draw the line at having a matte boyfriend. And besides, you nodded. ”

|  — ROLLING his eyes unbashedly, the redhead let out an exaggerated heaving sigh in the direction of his girlfriend. “I’m sorry, did your mother possess you for the moment? Put your hands down.” Feeling comfortable with someone, enough to be candid and not watch his mouth, was rare. With Ryan, though, he rarely had to think, just merely reacted and somehow despite having almost nothing in common and coming from absolutely different backgrounds, they meshed as if they were meant to. The only similarity in their lives were their complicated families, different in each respect, but that was what had drawn him to her to begin with; she GOT him. “Glitter is glitter is glitter, babe. You’re not convincing me otherwise.” Dark eyes roamed over her features, his head tilting back for her as his lips pursed. His hands rest lightly over the curves of her hips before he shrugged. “Take me matte or leave me fully. This is your ultimatum.” Contradicting his words, the redhead tilted his head slightly to press his lips softly to hers before pulling off after a mere count of seconds.

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(  — david )

Dave gave a helpless shrug, “I wouldn’t say lost, necessarily. I’m going for the trial and error method of finding my way down. It’s been slow.” He shoved his hands in his pockets, already feeling tight and constrained in the suit, half considering bounding back to his room and throwing on a regular shirt and Levi’s. “Let’s go together man,” he agreed with another beaming grin, “Two’s company, right?” Pulling a hand out, he extended it, “I’m Dave, thanks for this.”

|  — “RIGHT on, man. I feel like I can attribute that mentality to my everyday process.” Bash commented lightly, feet carrying him slowly. “Sebastian, but everyone calls me Bash. No thanks needed. Forces me to actually show up.” He’d had half a mind to just go back to his room, listen to Scout babble on about her practise for the day and how excited she was for Christmas coming up, how she didn’t mind staying with their parents and wanted to do it more and so on and so forth. He knew he was the only person stressed out about what ifs and could be’s. “I feel a bit under-dressed,” the redhead added, noting the other’s suit. “Shit is everyone going all out for this?”

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