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@fetlshes​ IM CRYING- LEVI X EM IN A NUTSHELL !!

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— JUNE !!

“ they tell you to sleep on your problems, but what if you have insomnia ? “ she can’t help her annoyed tone, given that she’d gotten very little sleep last night. “ sorry, i’m just —- tired. “

☆ ⁛ ⁚ ⁛   “ pardon my language but i guess you're fucked. ” emerson muffled a snicker as he took a sip from a bottle of juice. “ it's alright. i think i have enough time between my classes for a vent sess. you alright?  ”

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— JUSTINE !!

a forced exaggerated breath left her as she scrunched her nose up tightly, her head shaking at his words before her eyebrows rose. her finger coming up to quickly point at him. “i hope for your sake that honey doesn’t find the packets, both because i’d hate to see you having to clean up the mess she’d make with that powder and because it’s chocolate. she’s survived this long, a packet of hot chocolate can’t be the thing to take her down now.” she replied, a smile threatening to tug the corner of her lips up into a smile before fishing in her bag for her car keys, pausing as she focused her eyes upon the only part of emerson’s head she could just see over the top of her car. “but i’ll be damned if a few packets of hot chocolate will ruin my reign of queen seeker and i’m guessing it’s somewhere low and easy for honey to find when she’s snuffling around. it’s the only clue i need.” and as she finished, she finally allowed a full blown genuine smile to cover her lips before she slipped into the driver’s seat of her car.

☆ ⁛ ⁚ ⁛   as the blonde pointed at him, he shook his head with hands waving up in the air as if he was a criminal caught in the act. “ what are we waiting for then? we have to make sure she's okay. not just because it's freezing out here and we're in dire need of a cup o' joe. ” he joked with a light snicker. he watched cautiously as she searched through her bag. “ hm... don't be too sure. honey is a pretty tactical dog. all dogs are! ” he shrugged as he takes into account justine's smile — feeling quite happy that he finally saw it, so happy in fact that he replied with a wide grin. with a clear jangle, he walked over and pulled the car door open. he plopped on the passenger seat while getting comfortable; he cupped his hands over his mouth and blew what little warmth was left in his breath. he rubbed them together as he faced justine with burrowed brows. “ presenting the million dollar question: what movie/s should we watch? ” he announced in his best announcer voice as he strapped his seat belt on.

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i just want to sit in front of the ocean for a little while

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— DANNY !!

“If you break anything—even that plate—I’ll break you,” Danny threatened. His voice was calm: all bravado and no real bite. He stood up, his lean-muscled, six-foot-five frame towering over Emerson. He wouldn’t consider his appearance intimidating, but he knew he wasn’t someone that other people wanted to piss off. “You know, I’m pretty sure that cup costs more than your hospital bills would—unless I broke your hands and your nose.” Truthfully, he would never throttle Emerson—even though he wanted to. He just needed the other man to know that he could. Emerson was valuable, though. Too valuable to ‘break,’ just like the fine china he had almost chipped. He was a pawn in the chess game Danny would soon begin playing with Levi, and, perhaps more importantly, he was Justine’s close friend. Even if Emerson wasn’t something he could leverage against his enemy, his love for Justine would be enough to keep the other man safe from any real harm. Danny settled back in to his seat, but maintained his deliberate, burrowing stare. “If you’re done being a fucking asshole, you can start talking. I need everything on Levi. And don’t bullshit me, either—I know there has to be something I can use against him.”

☆ ⁛ ⁚ ⁛   emerson shrugged as he took the threat and metaphorically stomped it deep into the marble flooring. “ enjoy your possessions before they possess you. ” he retorted. he faced many bullies throughout his youth so feeling numb to any threats or backlash was a given. although, he'd usually ignore and refuse to stoop to their level, danny was a whole different topic. everything about him irked him. and he has a feeling that once their meeting ends, he'd certainly find a few more things about him that irritated him. “ you know for a party-guy like yourself, it's interesting that you can't take a joke. ” emerson knocked his head momentarily before gently springing it back to its usual position. he was quite surprised to find the latter snap so easily. perhaps his timing was off but it didn't matter— he could finally rest now knowing how pretentious danny dashwood really is. maybe labels were a good thing, danny would be 'please handle with care: fragile'. with his fingers intertwined on his lap, he grinned as the other finally settled onto his seat - not a fan from the display. “ i'm done. now you should be asking yourself that. ” his tone was light, even more so than seconds before. “ well— i only know snippets about his conflict with carlson. he envied him for what he had. i guess being the sheriff's son wasn't enough for him? not sure why when levi and carlson were loved by many, maybe even the exact same amount of support. ”

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— MAELLE !!

She grinned at the concern coming from the young man, shaking her head as the bartender cleared away the shot glass. She shrugged. “Oh, what’s one shot or two?” She chuckled, tilting her head towards the ceiling before looking back over to him. “Every night’s felt like a tough night, since… You know.” She pursed her lips, feeling odd even speaking about it now that she had her own secrets to keep for the time being, since she had called Rhett.

☆ ⁛ ⁚ ⁛   emerson gave her a polite smile. “ i just hope you have a ride home. i know these guys could be a bunch of grabby jerk-offs. ” he informed as his eyes slid comically to his sides as emphasis. “ oh, right... ” it was nearly hours since he'd forgotten the aftermath of that night with levi. the guilt was slowly creeping back and with a shiver of his spin, it nearly confirmed it. he stopped from fading away from his thoughts as his focus retreated back to the older woman. “ sorry. ”

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I crave you; even in the darkness, even in blood.

thoughts #74 | r.m (via rmeisel)

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— MAELLE !!

Maëlle tipped her head back, letting the shot slide down her throat. Her body felt the slightest shiver, the threat of her body rejecting that much alcohol in one go, but she slammed the small glass on the wooden surface of the bar, letting out her breath in a big huff. “Oh god, I better not be getting too old for shots already.” She couldn’t believe she was still drinking at a college bar, but it wasn’t like Crowfeld left her with a lot of options to drink cheaply.

☆ ⁛ ⁚ ⁛   emerson wasn't really fond of bars... actually not at all. the social gathering aspect wasn't his cup of tea but he thought he'd be able to find levi around and keep an eye of him there. with the swarm of college students hammering into their drinks, it was a matter of time when the little brunette would be lost. not long after, he took a seat in defeat, as he stared at a much older woman taking her shot like a champ. “ woah! slow down! i could tell you must've had a tough night. ”

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BEEP BEEP wow that also wasn't supposed to be in caps but i'm too lazy to fix it lmao

open ; send "beep" for a random text from my muse

⭐ seventeen: a comforting text.

📞 [ sent to ➨ indie 🌼 ] —— i appreciate your help very much. same goes for you. i'm not sure if you were in carlson's circle but, nevertheless, i know better days will come. there's always a brighter tomorrow as they say. and being sad isn’t going to cut it. feel better, love

⭐ seven: an angry text.

📞 [ sent to ➨ indie 🌼 ] —— uGH- if there's one thing i hate it’s people who're always late[ sent to ➨ indie 🌼 ] —— i had to wait - in the freezing cold - for my partner who was thirty. i repeat THIRTY minutes late than our meetup time[ sent to ➨ indie 🌼 ] —— it irks me. i hate it so much[ sent to ➨ indie 🌼 ] —— it also doesn't help that the project is due tomorrow. ain't my life so amazing?! 

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@dannydashwood​ i have nothing more to say-

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— DANNY !!

“Smart choice. They might be poisoned,” Danny said. He took a big bite of one, and chewed loudly. Mouth full of pastry, he smirked. “Apparently, arsenic tastes like blueberries.” Emerson’s obvious discomfort was just a tiny bit amusing—not everyone was accustomed to the lavish Dashwood lifestyle, of course—but Danny would have assumed that his guest at least knew how to properly handle a porcelain tea cup. And, although Danny had no love for his parents or their possessions, even he had to wince at how their delicate dishware was fumbled with. Admittedly, it was almost soothing to be around someone who was even more uncomfortable in the estate than he had been when he grew up there.  However, at Emerson’s question, his façade of geniality faltered. “Yes, Emerson. Oxford is a city in England. Well done.” He rolled his eyes. “But I didn’t invite you here for a geography lesson—or to manhandle my fine china. We have some serious shit to discuss.”

☆ ⁛ ⁚ ⁛   “ please be poisonous. please be poisonous. ” emerson chanted as the taller of the two took a huge bite, without any reaction seconds after he felt disappointed that he didn't fall over and broke the table by then. “ charming. ” he took another tiny sip from the miniature cup as he continued to analyze the situation. he's probably laughing at how ignorant he is to his much more luxurious environment. the whole thing with the tea room and the paintings that felt like an audience, it was overwhelming. he'd never understand this kind of lifestyle ever. since he was born, he lived in a small home that's probably the size of danny's bathroom. it was unfair, ridiculous even, that with so much handwork put into his home recognition was overthrown by someone who uses his free space for obnoxious parties and - if you ask emerson - orgies. he rolled his eyes in return. “ oh dear. i was just making sure! my cook made the most scrumptious chocolate croissants earlier today. delightful little pastries, aren't they? ” he said in a broken posh accent. it wasn't supposed to impressive, of course, he still wanted to mock. “ i can manhandle all i want. ” he struck the tea cup on the small plate, making a huge clank from the collision. “ what's on your mind? ” he said with a smug grin.

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— JUSTINE !!

even though justine always tried to focus on the positives and tried to grasp the good in any situation, she was having a hard time focusing on anything good that may come out of all of this. it was hard knowing she’d been a part in taking someone else’s brother and son away from a family. but having emerson around and focusing on him was making everything a little easier to glaze over and cope with, the smile on his face was enough to make it somewhat bearable. he was always able to make things a little lighter. “you say that as if my room is a complete pigsty! my room is far from anywhere near considered messy, excuse me, i think you’re just an excellent hider. i know you must be an excellent hider because i’ll have you know i was one of the top seekers in hide and seek when i was 10. nothing and no one could get past me.” she exclaimed, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she started to move towards the college carpark with him. “i also haven’t stayed at home all that much in the past few weeks, so i haven’t really had a chance to look—can i have a clue where you hid them in my room?”

☆ ⁛ ⁚ ⁛   the future was unknown to the both of them. it was scary, of course, it was. nobody would've expected that the two would even be apart of something so scandalous. the pressure of hiding something so vital could take a toll on a person. and with emerson, it was hard to keep his mouth shut when he's normally so open with his feelings- well, depending on the person. it was a relief to have a best friend stuck with the same situation and cope their thoughts together. to put it in one word, it was a miracle. he breathed a chuckle. “ alright, alright! relax. i'm just saying your room could get a little messy from time to time. better than my room but still.. let’s be honest, juz. joking! pft- okay, keep telling yourself that, sister. i guess your reign will be taken down by a few packets of hot chocolate. ” he remarked with a grin as he gave the other a firm pat on the shoulder. “ wonder if ol’ honey gets them before us now that i think about it— um.. it's definitely somewhere in your room. that's all i'm going to say. ”

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— LEVI !!

‘ OH, baby. ’ LEVI sighs softly at his boyfriend, fingers repeatedly brushing over his skin. there’s no hesitation when he speaks to him like he would to a child, eyes carefully scanning over his face. ‘ this is a different kind of happy, baby. think —— drugs. i feel like i’m high out of my mind with happiness right now. ’ he avoids the general question directed at him, yet hopeful that it’s enough to satisfy emerson. his lips fall on his forehead not a long time after, leaving a linger kiss there.

☆ ⁛ ⁚ ⁛   emerson couldn't fight the feeling that something was off— and he didn’t know whether he was telling the truth or it was complete bullshit. so he felt unsure. the good thing is that he, the new kid that had nobody, was entangled with someone so complex. someone so different. although he might not understand, he still felt that compassion for him, unwavering even after this whole ordeal. “ well- don't get too addicted now... i lost you once, y’know. ” he lightly commented. he felt his heart thump from the small kiss as a grin slowly lifted his features, the situation with his cheeks becoming worse. he gently placed his fingers on the nape of levi’s neck, giving him a little rub with his thumb. “ i want to understand you... i should've seen the signs that you were angry with the world but... i didn't. so- ”

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