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Fox’s Teen Choice Awards 2019

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dangerovss·:

if he was going to be honest, he didn’t even hear the words that came out of emma’s mouth.  he tried, but they were the closest they’ve ever been and her lips were much too enticing for him to focus on anything else.  but her touch – feeling her hand run up his chest THAT he felt. it felt like he couldn’t move as she kissed him – although his brain started working quickly as he kissed her back.  his hand sliding around her waist, he pulled back for a second or two, “you have no idea how long i’ve been wanting this.” he whispered to her before giving her a quick peck on the lips. his other hand came up to caress her cheek gently.  “holy fuck, you’re gorgeous.  are you sure you like me?”  he joked lightly.  he really couldn’t believe what just happened – but he felt his heart racing and an extreme joy that was running through his whole body.  he didn’t even want this moment to end.

she let out a quiet laugh, shaking her head before leaning in to give him another peck on the lips. it was nice, just the two of them getting used to each other like this while the rest of the world went by in slow motion. it truly did feel like it was just the two of them. nothing else mattered. “i’ve never been surer in my life -- scared shitless, never thought you would like me... like this.” although emma felt lightheaded, certain her shaky legs would cave from under her but zephyr’s grip on her waist seemed to keep her up straight. wrapping both arms around him, she rests her head on his shoulder, lightly pressing small kisses under his ear before whispering, “this is going to change everything, are you sure about this?” emma knew she was, she wasn’t even asking about being in a relationship but about how after their confession, acting like best friends wouldn’t be so easy anymore. she was eager to touch him more, to kiss him more yet she was being so gentle, so scared to freak him out or realise that this wasn’t real -- or maybe she was scared that it was real. that it was really happening. a smile never left emma’s face though, trying to contain how excited she really was and how much she wanted to drag zephyr behind a tree to figure out more about him before their moment was gone. 

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juniperalexander·:

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juniper alexander was…..drunk. it wasn’t her first time, but normally it involved a lot more wine and a lot less liquor. but the last few weeks had hit her like a fucking train, and so vodka and hennessy sounded a lot more accepting than her usual red. 

she was stumbling around, having lost monica somewhere in the growing crowd. not that she was too concerned–death seemed more welcoming than the hangover she was bound to have the next morning. suddenly, in her directionless stumble, she bumped into another person, causing her to tilt back. “oh, shit, sorry.” she mumbled, her scottish accent thicker than she would normally allow. she hiccuped, putting a hand on the person’s arm, half bracing herself. “y-seen monica? bitch left me…got my phone too.” juniper hiccuped again.

emma snuck off from the others to have a smoke -- a dirty habit she needs to quit. she doesn’t smoke regularly, always at parties with others but still unhealthy for her. emma wishes she never started because it’s hard to break but that was a problem to deal with another time. 

she jumped slightly when juniper appeared from nowhere but reached her hand out to stable her. “haven’t seen her sorry, maybe she sneaked away with somebody, these things happen at parties like these.” 

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aiinsworths·:

OPEN STARTER !

                     arriving at the clearing with a completely stuffed backpack had caused a lot of strange stares to be thrown his way –– but the reminder of the lack of communal alcohol source had often satiated questions enough to warrant shrugs. sure, a six-pack and a flask or two had taken up a good portion of the space in his bag, but what REALLY filled it up were a couple bags of pillowy sweets. “you didn’t think we could have a bonfire without marshmallows, did you?” he asks the figure who stands nearest to him. “want to help me look for sticks to roast these with?”

emma was beyond drunk but in the best way -- she was mingling and having a good time, it felt a lot like the first few weeks of year one when everything was exciting and new. she unwrapped herself from zephyr ( who she’s been clinging to all night ) to run over and hug parker. she let out a surprised gasp and nodded her head eagerly like a child who hadn’t had sugar in a long time, “fuck yes, parker. knew i could count of you.”  

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dangerovss·:

everyone going home had hit zephyr hard.  there were too many people close to him that left – maybe he should’ve too. but he didn’t have a place to go, ashcroft was his home.  the only thing left to do was drink away the sorrows.  the only positive being that it had always been hard for him to be sad whenever emma was around, especially not when she was so close, only getting closer.  everytime they touched, zephyr felt his heart skip a beat.  “a crush on Parker?  i mean obviously, who doesn’t have a crush on parker?” he replied to her serious statement with a joke, the only way he really knew how to respond to situations like this.  he leaned his head forward to rest against hers, “but then you met me.” he repeated with a giddy smile on his face – was this her way of trying to admit feelings.  no no – they were just friends, except the next sentence that slipped out of zephyr’s mouth was the opposite of ‘just friends’. “can i kiss you– by chance?” the words were slow and obviously nervous sounding.

emma was holding her breath when she heard the next thing that escaped zephyr’s lips. it surprised her, she never expected zephyr to like her back or even initiate it -- maybe he was as drunk as her and didn’t mean it but emma pushed those thoughts to the back of her head. she had thought up this scenario a thousand times yet none of them ended with zephyr kissing her back yet here he was asking her. “but we’re best friends.” she whispers with a teasing tone, lightly sliding her hands up his chest and wrapping them behind his neck. she could hear how loud her heartbeat was right now but before she could back out or anybody could interrupt them, she leaned in and pressed her lips against zephyr’s, soft and unsure but kissing him nonetheless. if she was sober right now there would be no way she would be kissing him in front of this many people, them kissing would spread around campus like wildfire but she didn’t care -- she felt happy.

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Emma was beyond the point of thinking rationally ( thanks to the vodka ) and all she wanted was to be close to Zephyr all night long. It started off subtly by nudging him playfully, to accidentally brushing her hand past his to now having her arms wrapped around his waist and cuddling into his side. She was always an affectionate, possibly clingy drunk to others but not usually all towards just Zephyr. Emma brushed it off by claiming she was cold a little while ago but really she wanted to be beside him -- the push behind all her actions being commanded by the alcohol she had far too quickly. “You know I had a crush on Parker once upon a time?” She admitted, giggling quietly recalling how silly the situation seemed now. “It lasted less than a week when I first talked him at the beginning of Uni but then I met you...thanks to him, right?” 

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Emma Woods at Bonfire Night. 

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prncessophelia·:

“Everyone’s dropping like flies,” Ophelia commented as she took a drag of her cigarette, shaking her head at the way that sounded. She put out her cigarette in the ashtray in front of her, hands out defensively. “Not, like, in that way. You know? But everyone’s leaving. It’s like Ashcroft’s cursed or something. I mean, duh, because of that. But everyone’s transferring.” She shook her head, pulling out another cigarette. “Fucking crazy, you know? Whatever. At least we’re still here, right?” A pause. “Not, like, alive. But, you know, here here.”

“Tell me about it. I had to travel all the way back to London just to convince my parents that I’m fine and that there would be no reason I would be anybody’s target -- hopefully, anyways.” Obviously, her status in the imperium society was plenty to be a target but she didn’t want to worry her parents ( or herself ) plus she enjoyed Ashcroft University and didn’t want to run away from her friends and studies regardless of it risking her life. 

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clementinejoseph·:

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clementine practically lived in the arts building. from the second her feet hit the floor in the morning she was rushing to the theatre, sometimes grabbing a green tea on the way. in fact, that’s what she was sipping on as she sat on the stage, criss-crossed and studying her newest script. the hamilton cast recording was playing on shuffle in the background as it had become her new favorite, but it was playing loud enough that she didn’t notice the footsteps of someone talking into the theatre.

Her fashion design professor had set the class a new challenge task to see which student held the most potential -- Emma had set her eyes on being number one, as always, and made her way towards the theatre as soon as she saw her partners name. Her task was to design her partner’s outfit for their hamilton performance in a couple of months, something she was excited to watch as well as have some part in it now. Opening the door into the theatre and looking around, she looked around to see one girl sitting down and reading her lines. “Uh, Clementine Joseph? I think you’re my partner for my design task. I’m Emma Woods, lovely to meet you.” 

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lauderholmes·:

                  competition. he guessed she was right in that regard –– as much as he resented blaire goddamned may for testing him so fucking often, she did, as a result, make him a better dancer, a better choreographer. she pushed him, made sure he wasn’t coasting by on that THRONE of his. complacency wasn’t a good thing. what did happen when he was undisputedly the best, though? would he finally be good enough for his parents to call him ‘son’ again? “isn’t being the undisputed BEST the goal, though? don’t you want to be cemented in that hall of fame, be thought of as the gold standard?” he counters.

“Of course, that’s all I’ve ever wanted -- that anybody wants. It’s a tricky balance though, to be the best and stay there while everyone else tries to overtake you.” Emma was ready for that though, she believes Joshua is too, to fight to stay number one. But to stay number one for the rest of her life would be difficult, maybe even impossible but she was willing to try. “I’m scared of the fakes, the people who want to be close to you just because of your position. I’ve trouble spotting the people who only pretend to care about me, guess I’m too trustworthy.” She admitted, shrugging her shoulders lightly and placing her second cracker into her mouth. Emma thinks that’s why Joshua is so cold, that somebody broke his trust too many times for him to forgive others easily. 

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aiinsworths‌:

                  “no judgment here –– but from what i heard, it sounded NICE. really nice,” he smiled, her embarrassment wasn’t warranted –– parker would never judge her, under any circumstances, ever. but it was sweet; he sort of presumed it had been a bit like a coping mechanism for her, just like it was –– and always would be –– for him. he’d vaguely remembered how she said the guitar was a gift from her family in the past. things like that: reminders of HOME, were hard to come by these days. his very own guitar case was a gift from his mother. it was one of the only things left of his that still could bring a smile to his face.

he sighs –– he doesn’t want this to turn into a therapy session, given that she’s SMILING, and given that there’s music. “i guess so … i just. sometimes get up in my head when there’s nothing to worry about. classic parker ainsworth, though, you know,” he said, setting up a self-deprecating joke. “but … enough sad and sappy shit –– do you want to play something together?” he asked with a smile, pulling his guitar onto his lap.

Emma chuckled and nodded along in agreement – they couldn’t let every time they met to become so deep, they needed to loosen up and have fun like the old times. They couldn’t let themselves lose each other in the midst of growing up. “I’d love to…anything in mind? I don’t know nearly as much as you so let’s keep it simple for now.” She said, quickly pulling loose strands of hair behind her ears so it wouldn’t bother her while they played.

As she adjusted the guitar in her lap, Emma glanced up towards Parker with a soft smile on her lips. She felt relaxed in his presence, there were unspoken worries between the two of them but it was nice to forget they existed for a while. Ever since she’s been back from London she has felt happier anyways – maybe she should force Parker up there with her next, get him out of his comfort zones at University. “I know ‘Don’t Speak’ by No Doubt pretty well, a few Taylor Swift songs of course…but whatever you pick I could try and pick up on, I’m a quick learner.”

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lauderholmes·: 

                   emma’s advice was just a few years too late –– if ANYONE had said something of the like to joshua while he watched friend after friend leave him, relative after relative judge him, then maybe he would not have turned into the enormous ice monster that he had become now. you know, the one who had pushed away dozens of perfectly nice people, who had done nothing but nice things for him. emma woods included. it’s why he sighs, why he almost tolerates her presence –– to others, he would have stared them down. “believe me, a LOT of fucking harm can come from that,” he responds coldly –– he still is a firm believer in keeping his distance. her next question is a little less probing. “that is what i’m here for,” he responds curtly, stuffing a forkful of salad into his mouth. “well, what are your assumptions from? if it’s not fucking clear, then i must be doing something wrong.”

The more Joshua strived for Emma to stay away from him, the more she wanted to be closer. It was a weird reaction from somebody to have but that was Emma -- always trying to please others that meaned something to her. Joshua was a big part of her start to college life, regardless that it was never more than hooking up but when you get used to somebody around it’s not easy for Emma to let go. “There’s nothing wrong with believing your the best but I always like a little competition time from time in fashion...it also pushes you to work harder, where do you go after you declare you’re the best?” She challenges him, digging in her bag before pulling out a packet of crackers ( thank the lord )

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stoptalkingluca·:

“well yes. i just chat a lot of shit in general. do you not know me? everything that comes out of my mouth is shit.” he said groaning as he flopped in his seat, his wine going everywhere for a hot second but landed straight in his glass (because he surprisingly has skills like that). though if luca was going to be honest. he was doing things that he normally wouldn’t be doing, like for example: drinking. what in the fuck was he doing? his lightweight ass couldn’t handle this. but at least it was emma he was with. “pooey, why not?” he asked pouting slightly looking at her with his big brown eyes. “we’re both hot people. i think— well maybe you more than me. you don’t have scars all over your back. unless you do? who knows. am i going through a midlife crisis? is this what those feel like?” he asked looking over at her looking a bit confused. god, was he too young to have a midlife crisis? dear lord, he might be. but so much shit has happened to him just within the past three years that he didn’t even care anymore.

“I like to safe getting naked in front of people I actually like, not just friends, thank you,”  Emma responded, rolling her eyes playfully at the boy beside her as she placed her empty wine glass back down on the table. She knew it was time to cut herself back unless she wanted to suffer from a hangover all day tomorrow. The more Luca rambled, the more she realised he doesn’t drink too often, so she reached into her handbag and pulled out a water bottle before throwing it at him. “Not a midlife crisis, you’re just drunk. Time to sober up for you, my friend.” Emma laughed, shaking her head at him while running her fingers through her hair trying to make it look less messy. Although Luca’s rambles were ridiculous, she understood where he came from. Emma felt the same sometimes -- questioning more things often which led to more complicated answers. 

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aiinsworths·:

                   wherever parker ainsworth went, a guitar would follow. whether on his back, swinging gently behind him in his hands, but never being carried by a crew member –– no, he’d never let someone else handle his most precious item. he cared for his guitars more than he cared for his own HEART. after all, none of his guitars had been trampled on before.

and with ears like parker’s, they would perk up like a puppy’s whenever he heart the far-too-familiar sound of metallic strings. he’d be drawn to them, ALWAYS, just like now, how he found his feet gravitating toward whomever was hidden behind that classroom door, strumming along to a beautiful song, with a beautiful voice, too. when he opens the door, and emma woods is there, sitting with a guitar in her arms, parker’s smile can only become brighter. “i haven’t really been sleeping lately,” he says in response to her statement. “since when have you been playing again?” he asks, with a gleaming smile. he approaches her, pulling up a stool next to her. 

Emma immediately brought both of her hands to cover her face in embarrassment, she hadn’t played or sung properly in so long and to have her musically talented best friend catch her in the act made her want to hide her face under a pillow. “Since tonight...I’m not really up to my standard though, so no judging. I brought my guitar back from London and thought it would be nice to start practising again,” She replied, slowly bringing her hands down from her face and looked at Parker with a small smile. The last time she talked to Parker was through text ( which happened to be when she confessed her feelings about Zephyr ) and she was feeling a little bit awkward. Emma still has not talked about them in person with anybody and the whole idea makes her more nervous than she would like to admit. 

To avoid the situation altogether she brings the attention back to him, “Any reason why you're not sleeping lately? I mean there are definitely reasons why or is it something more specific?” She asked, referring to the last incident regarding the knife being found at the last event. It had been a crazy couple of weeks and while she felt more dramatic events were still to unfold, Emma didn’t seem to mind as long as she still had Parker by her side. 

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lauderholmes·:

                     “i guess i was under the impression that there was nothing to talk about,” joshua responds, his tone not aggressive, per-say, but annoyed. at least, a feigned version of annoyed. he didn’t know why emma was being so nice to him –– things had not left on the best terms between the two of them, and yet, here she is, still trying to make amends, when it should be him saying sorry. was she she trying to eek an apology out of him? because THAT wasn’t going to happen. if this was how she acted around him without an apology, he didn’t want to know what it was like if she had one. she couldn’t get closer –– she already knew too much, was already too close for comfort. “what do you want, emma?” he asks with a sigh. 

“Not everybody has some hidden motives when it comes to you, Joshua. Maybe I just want us to be friends, what harm can come from that?” Emma asks, a slight frown overtaking her friendly smile from before. She can’t stand when others don’t like her, she needed to know why and what she could do to befriend them. Emma wouldn’t go as far to please their every need though, she knew that not everybody would like her but if she would at least try then she could eventually brush it off. “What have you been up to then? Still the best dancer at this place I’m assuming.” She remembers looking for Joshua when they were hooking up, only to find him while he was practising. He was extremely talented and she wished that she got to see more of what he could do but she never did. 

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stoptalkingluca·:

“did you know that more than %50 of russian men die before they’re fifty? mostly because of alcohol.” he said shrugging. “well, it’s a good thing i’m not russian and i’m german and you know what germans are known for? sexy ass cars and nudity. well. we all know that i have a fear of cars and taking off my clothes so c’mon– let’s do it. let’s fight our fears. i’m basically a sad german that isn’t living up to his name which is kind of ironic.” is luca drunk? possibly. him and emma have been drinking wine for a while now. “there’s a beach close by. c’mon. we can do the second one, maybe not driving. that shit is scary, but nudity? heck yeah. isn’t there a pool on campus?”

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Emma didn’t know how she got in this situation, one minute she’s catching up with Luca for what she thought would be brief ( who she hadn’t spoken to in a while, not really since before Quentin’s death ) and then suddenly the two are drinking bottles of wine together -- Luca’s good at that stuff, convincing others to do things. “You chat a lot of shit when you’re drunk, you know that...What? I am not getting naked with you, nice try though.” Emma replied, laughing at him before shaking her head. While she may be drunk, she still wasn’t too drunk to make dumb decisions that she knows she will regret in the morning.