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LOCKE & KEY | 1x01 “Welcome to Matheson”

Are you okay? I mean, I know none of us are okay, but … you seem really far away.

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andrew​.

“Fate,” Andrew laughed, snapping his fingers and making a pointing gesture, “-that could totally be it.”  He felt giddy that they were still talking, nervously scratching at his beard.  “I wasn’t really a disney kid, honestly. But I’m sure your show was great.” He pauses then, picking at his mailbox before answering her question.  “I design. Like-” he cleared his throat, “clothes and shit.”

    ❛ you didn’t miss much. trust me on that. ❜ her disney show days were not her happiest moments, and she didn’t have much to show for it, except for a bit of money that she’d spent while away in france. ❛ clothes and shit. ❜ she repeats, chuckling softly at his way of describing it.  ❛ well, you must be pretty good at it if you’re able to afford a house like that. ❜ jo states matter-of-factly.  ❛ you’ll have to show me them one day cause now i’m curious. ❜

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daria.

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            the only thing that daria kept in the remodeling process was her bed frame - a gift given to her as a child from her mother and the only thing that’s been a constant in her life. the only room that’s not dripping with paint is a small guest house hidden in the corner of her estate surrounded by foliage, the bed frame leaning on the wall as a new mattress sits on the floor … on top of a tarp with a small television set hooked up in the corner. jo and her lay on the bed, daria stripped to her underwear as to avoid dying in the california heat. “do you think i made the right choice?”

    never in a million years could jo have imagined herself lying on a matress with nothing but a tarp under it, but here she was. spots of dry paint were scattered across her hands, and she picked at them as she lay next to daria. her eyes quickly dart from her fingers to the other once the question is asked, and jo’s slow to respond with,  ❛ about what? seven? ❜ there’s a certain disdain that fills her when the name leaves her lips, mostly about how they’d had the audacity to cheat on her friend.  ❛ absolutely. the only other choice there could’ve been is staying with a cheating asshole, and there’s no way i would’ve let you do that. ❜ 

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renan.

      “ you’re going to go bankrupt, ” he states pointedly, the corners of his mouth quirking up into a hint of a smile. there’s still a gaping wound from their last conversation dully aching in his chest, but renan feels a little more prepared to talk with jo this time, less likely to burst into tears like a lovelorn teenage girl. it’s progress, at the very least. “ i’m just doing a bit of shopping, obviously, ” he mimes, lazily raising the singular bag dangling from his arm. a finger taps the end of his cigarette, and then renan’s bringing it to his mouth again and turning away from her to exhale the smoke, purposefully delaying the answer to her question for a few moments. he hates being vulnerable around jo when she refuses to let him in, but he can’t lie about his feelings, either. “ it’s a lot harder without you around all the time, so. ” renan puts out the unfinished cigarette against boutique’s brick wall, casting blue eyes towards jo with the same, piercing stare he’s given her dozens of times before. “ i caved. ”

    ❛ please.  ❜ she draws the word out for an unnecessary amount of time.  ❛ that’s just what you think. i’ve got everything under control.  ❜ there’s some truth to his words, but would jo give him the satisfaction of being right? absolutely not. she rolls her eyes at his obvious imitation, but that’s not enough to keep a smile from creeping onto her face.  ❛ okay, now you’re just making fun of me. ❜ it was amusing but also weird: having renan crack jokes with her in a tensionless atmosphere — almost the opposite of their previous encounter, but jo’s quickly reminded that these conversations could go in either direction when he mentions his reasoning. she’s tempted to respond with “well, i’m here now,” but instead, she nods her head in understanding. ❛ that’s valid. ❜ she couldn’t deny that she’d probably had an influence on his efforts to quit. she did hate the smell of cigarette smoke, and since they’d spent most of their time back france with each other, he really had no time to light one up. the fact that he was smoking again was a reminder of just how different the present was from then, but jo decides reflecting for too long would do no good.  ❛ well, since you’re here, how about helping me carry these bags?❜

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andrew.​

Andrew felt his hands get clammy again, and he paused thoughtlessly before taking her hand, giving it one firm shake.  “I’m Andrew,” he grinned, “It’s a pleasure to meet you Jo. I only moved in a couple of months ago-” he tilted his head towards the house, “-haven’t really had a good opportunity to throw a house warming party yet. Been working hard.”  He surveyed her own home behind her, trying desperately to ignore how good she smelled in such close proximity.  “What do you do with your life, though?” 

  ❛ oh, me too. ❜ she puts her hands back down beside her, wiping some of the dampness from the other’s off on her yoga pants.  ❛ i also moved in just a couple of months ago, so maybe this is like fate. like we were bound to meet or something. ❜ she laughs. she wasn’t really the type to believe in things like that — instead, opting to make it into a sort of joke.  ❛ but seriously, invite me to that house warming party when you have it. i’ll show up. promise. ❜ it wasn’t a lie. jo was nothing if not welcoming, even if sometimes it wasn’t authentic. the party aspect didn’t hurt either.  ❛ that is the question, isn’t it? i act. i’m just now getting back into the biz, but you may remember me from my... uh, disney show. ❜ or her many off-screen controversies.  ❛ what about you? what is it that you do? ❜

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imessage → jo 😬

𝙉𝘼𝙏𝙀: i feel bad :/

𝙉𝘼𝙏𝙀: what happened was totally my fault but /you're/ the one who's all over the internet covered in smoothie

𝙅𝙊: hey HEY ! HEY!!!!!

𝙅𝙊: it's okay :)) really

𝙅𝙊: i'll live. it's just some stupid fuckin photos

𝙅𝙊: i don't think it's gonna ruin my life lol

𝙅𝙊: plus you bought me a smoothie so we're even

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renanlem​:

                                  since arriving at melrose avenue, all renan’s bought is an overpriced ( but stylistically bitching ) hawaiian shirt and, unfortunately, a pack of cigarettes. he hasn’t touched them for over a year since making a concerted effort to quit, but between having a rocky reunion with his ex-girlfriend and being bullied by asshole hockey players, renan caved. he feels like shit as he lights one up, leaning against the side wall of some independent boutique with one shoulder as he absentmindedly watches people pass by, numerous shopping bags in hand. no one’s recognized him yet — a group of teenage girls had given him a dirty look for exhaling smoke in their direction, but he’ll take that over some wide-eyed tourist asking if he’s an actor. taking another drag from his cigarette, his heart stops in his chest when he recognizes an approaching figure, and he ends up inhaling too much smoke and choking, coughing embarrassingly as if he’s a teenager trying a cigarette for the first time. “ jo, ” he manages to call out, and he mentally kicks himself for even grabbing her attention in the first place, “ are you trying to stalk me? ” ( @fmjoanna​ )

   okay sure, perhaps she had gone a bit overboard, but that wasn’t an unusual feat. the amount of bags littered on her arms had begun to hurt, and though she had planned to do a bit more shopping, she figured her arms and her bank account had suffered enough. as she exited the store and turned to find her uber, she was surprised to hear her name called, especially by that voice.  ❛  renan?  ❜  she pauses, letting the sunglasses on her face fall further down her nose to get a good look at him. “ stalk you? don’t flatter yourself, sir.  ❜  jo responds, chuckling a bit.  ❛ i’m just doing a bit of shopping. ❜ as if it wasn’t obvious enough, she waves her arms around to give him a visual display.  ❛  why are you here? ❜  she questions in return before scrunching up her nose at the cigarette smoke wafting around in the air.  ❛  and, why are you smoking? i thought you quit.  ❜ cue a tilt of her head and raised eyebrow.

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imessage → jo 😬

𝙉𝘼𝙏𝙀: no problem

𝙉𝘼𝙏𝙀: it was /the least/ i could do

𝙉𝘼𝙏𝙀: just wanted to give you a heads up that there are some pictures from the smoothie shop on twitter

𝙉𝘼𝙏𝙀: ( sorry again )

𝙅𝙊: wellllll um

𝙅𝙊: probably not the worst thing on the internet about me

𝙅𝙊: so it'll be fine

𝙅𝙊: maybe it'll make someone laugh or something??

𝙅𝙊: optimism and all that

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andrew.

Andrew was sweating. The moment she smiled at him, his palms began to perspiration. What was going on? Sure she was pretty- like so, so pretty- but Andrew was used to pretty girls. He worked with models everyday, for god’s sake. So why the hell was his brain getting fuzzy? This had happened before, like once or twice, and maybe a part of Andrew knew why. Maybe it was because she seemed nice. Maybe it was the authenticity of her smile. Maybe it was that ass in yoga pants- who knew? Not Andrew, that was for sure.  He realized he was kind of leering, panicking for a second too long as she walked towards him, an awkward moment of silence hanging between them as he tried to recollect his thoughts. “Uh-” He said, blinking hard, “well, just like,” He laughed awkwardly, trying to make up for his lack of mental function, “…Good hard vibes. You know how is it. We just thriving.” Thriving? Andrew mentally kicked himself, what kind of response is that?  

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    ❛ totally. ❜ jo laughed, nodding in agreement. he was sort of strange, but she supposed he was completely harmless. it would probably just take some getting used to.  ❛ we’re neighbors... ❜ she stated the complete obvious before continuing,  ❛ so, why is it that i don’t know your name? ❜ there were a million reasons why she might not, but she completely disregarded the thought and smiled again instead. she was eager to find out his name  — half out of courtesy and the other half out of wanting to gossip with her friends about the funny guy who lived next door. ❛ i’m jo, by the way. just in case you were wondering. ❜ she extended a hand for him to shake.  ❛ and you are? ❜

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imessage → jo 😬

𝙉𝘼𝙏𝙀: hey this is nate

𝙉𝘼𝙏𝙀: remember me from the smoothie?

𝙅𝙊: how could i forget 😐

𝙅𝙊: never got to say thank you for the free smoothie

𝙅𝙊: so thanks

𝙅𝙊: & also like, did you need something?

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wthandrew​:

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Everyday, Andrew went and got his mail from his lovely yellow mailbox. And everyday, Andrew hoped he’d get a glimpse of his super cute, yet to be named neighbor. Today was not unlike any other in the way that Andrew fixed his hair before heading out- just in case- and walked down the long driveway slowly, giving himself more time for the off chance of spotting her. What Andrew had not been expecting was for his neighbor to be out on her lawn, causing them to be in close proximity by the time Andrew reached the end of his driveway, and thus his mailbox. He tried to play casual, pretending he hadn’t noticed her at first, opening the box slowly, revealing that there was, yet again, nothing to be gathered.  Andrew closed the thing before acknowledging the woman’s presence, and he flashed her a smile once she’d finally actually looked his way, going to lean his elbow on the mailbox but missing slightly and tripping a little. Without a pause, albeit flushing profusely, Andrew made to lean again, and grinned when his elbow did indeed make contact.  “Hiya,” He said loudly, hoping maybe he’d finally get her name today, “-what’s goin’ on in your life, neighbor?”

-

    it wasn’t everyday that jo decided to do yoga. it was mostly reserved for the days when her mind was wandering to a million different places, and she needed something to wind her down. almost like therapy, except she didn’t have to tell anyone how she was feeling. her mat was flat on the ground, and she was a couple of stretches in, soaking in the suns warm rays. it was rather relaxing; she had to admit that. so relaxing, in fact, that she hadn’t even noticed her neighbor had walked up. that is, until he greeted her. 

    jo peered up from her cobra pose, catching sight of a blonde leaned up against his mailbox. ❛ hi. ❜ she responded back, a bit confused by his presence as they had not spoken much. nevertheless, jo smiled back — it was the warm, welcoming kind that most people did when meeting someone new. ❛ oh... y’know, just enjoying the weather. ❜ at this point, she had gotten up from her mat, walking closer to the mailboxes so she could hear him better.  ❛ what about in your’s, neighbor ? ❜

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hola , mamakeishas ! 😍 i’m claire, and we love a good repurposing of intro posts. no but seriously, i’m really excited that this is finally open. i’m also really excited to meet all of your muses & write with youuuu. so without further ado, lemme introduce you to jo. aka my stupid, stubborn child who i love so much.  like this & i’ll swoop into your dms for some plots. 👉👈

☆ . · . cindy kimberly, twenty-one, cisfemale, she/her . · . ☆ JOANNA “JO” VASQUEZ lives in that huge mansion over there! no, not that one. look for PERFECTLY TRIMMED HEDGES and that’ll be it. the ACTRESS has offered occasional glimpses of MAROON walls and an impressive collection of WINE in the background of social media posts, but all of that is nothing compared to seeing the opulence in person. they’ve remained DILIGENT as ever since moving to tercet court FOUR MONTHS AGO, but it seems like they might’ve gotten a little more RESERVED too. maybe that’s why they’re rumored to have such a CAUTIOUS relationship with everyone else who lives on this street.

* BACKSTORY .

tw. mentions of drugs & death.

from  the  beginning  ,  it  was  never  jo’s  dream  to  be  famous.  while  most  girls  were  at  home  playing  with  toys,  jo  was  getting  prepped  for  auditions  by  her  parents.  they  had  ambitions   ————  to  get  filthy  stinkin’  rich  off  the  back  of  their  daughter,  and  for  the  most  part,  it  worked.

jo  landed  a  major  role  in  a  disney  show  (  think  like  hannah  montanna  or  wizards  of  waverly  place,  that  kinda  cultural  impact  ),  and  quickly,  she  became  one  of  america’s  sweethearts.  that  was  a  lot  for  one  kid  to  handle, with  all  the  filming,  press,  etc.  her  parents,  of  course,  ate  up  the  attention  and  capitalized  off  it  fairly  quickly.  brand  deals,  interviews,  anything  you  could  find  a  child  star  on  at  that  time.  it  pretty  quickly  became  overwhelming,  but  she  was  definitely  raking  in  the  dough.  that  meant  she  was  to  continue,  no  matter  how  tired  of  it  she  was.

which  is  where  her  perfectionism  comes  in  to  play,  she  had  a  lot  of  people  relying  on  her  ————  her  parents,  who  she  loved  regardless  of  the  stress  they  put  her  through,  director,  costars,  company,  etc.  jo  was  definitely  a  natural  when  it  came  to  acting.  she  knew  how  deliver  line  after  line,  emote,  and  successfully  pull  off   a  comedic  moment.  on  screen,  she  played  a  charismatic,  social butterfly,  which  was  the  exact  opposite  of  who  she  really was,  a  quiet,  nervous  girl  who  valued  her  privacy  and  just  wanted  to  live  a  normal  life.

which  began  to  take  it’s  toll  on  her.  the  older  the  she  became,  the  less  she  liked  being  seen  as  the  sweet  girl  next  door,  so  she  completely  had  a  breaking  out  of  that  mold  phase ( ala  like  miley  cyrus  or  britney  spears )  around  the  time  her  disney  show  came  to  an  end.  much  to  her  parents  dismay,  she  became  known  more  for  her  off-screen  antics  than  her  onscreen  one  &  definitely  kept  the  paparazzi’s  pockets  fat.  “jo  vasquez  spotted  (fill  in  the  blank  with  something  controversial)”  filled  the  pages  of  magazines  for  a  lot  of  her  17-18  years,  and  she  went  from  america’s  sweetheart  to  probably  one  of  america’s  most  hated lol.  it  had  a  negative  impact  on  her  career  as  well,  which  she  was  happy  about  for  awhile.  that  is,  until  she  realized  that  most  of the  money  she  made  as  a  child  was  collected  by  her  parents  &  not  her.

with  no  money  coming  in  &  the  relationship  with  her  parents  souring,  she  left  home  &  avoided  the  spotlight  for  around  three  years.  probably  lost  contact  with  a  lot  of  people  then  too.  she  thought  a  nice,  quiet  time  by  herself  &  without  paparazzi  following  her  24/7  would  be  healthy.  

&  it  was.  jo  used  the  last  bit  of  her  childhood  savings  to  fund  her  time  away,  but  with  money  tight ,  she  was  a  bit  unsure  of  what  was  left  to  do.  that’s  where  her  great  aunt  came  in.  her  great  aunt  had  gotten  rich  of  her  stocks  in  a  successful  makeup  line  when  she  was  in  her  late  30′s  ( something  that  joanna’s  parents  were  super  jealous  of ).  with  that  kind  of  money,  she  was  able  to  move  to  the  hills  and  purchase  a  beautiful  home.  joanna  had  met  her  only  once  or  twice,  but  there  was  definite  tension  between  her  parents  and  her  aunt.  the  only  thing  she  really knew  about  her  was  that  she  was  wealthy  and  lived  alone,  no  kids  or  significant  other. 

unexpectedly,  her  great  aunt  passed  away,  news  that  didn’t  reach  jo  until  she  got  a  letter  from  her  aunt’s  lawyer,  saying  that  since  her  great  aunt  didn’t  have  kids  &  didn’t  want  to  leave  her  belongings  to  her  niece  (  jo’s  mother  ),  she  had  left  everything  to  jo.  it  completely  caught  her  off  guard,  and  she  considers  herself  pretty  lucky.  

she  knew  that  she  couldn’t  stay  in  the  hills  forever  without  some  income,  and  because  she  feels  like  acting  is  what  she’s  best  at,  she  decided  to  contact  her  old  manager,  and  together,  they  came  up  with  a  plan  to  revive  her  career.

sooooo ,  now  she’s  back  in  los  angeles.  media  has  def  heard  of  her  return  (  apart  of  her  manager’s  plan  )  &  there’s  been  a  small  amount  of  buzz  around  it.  she’s  more  of  a  former  a-list,  so  she’s  really  not  that  in  demand.  however,  she  did  manage  to  land  a  supporting  role  in  a  major  blockbuster  (   something  like  a  marvel  movie  probs  )  so  she’s  hoping  that’ll  change  fairly  soon.

* PERSONALITY .

probably  fake  lol.  let’s  just  be  honest.  kinda  hates  the  celebrity  lifestyle  &  is  cautious  when  it  comes  to  other people  in  the  industry  so  yeah,  she’s  the  type  to  smile  in  your  face  and  then  glare  when  your  backs  turned.  she  knows  how  important  connections  are  in  this  business  &  word  travels  fast  so  she’s  probably  not  “real”  except  with  the  people  she’s  closest  to.  also  the  type  to  be  like  “OMG ofc  i  know  what  that  is. 😍  it’s  my  fave”  but  then  have  absolutely  no  clue  what  the  fuck  it  is  lmaoo  a  tragedy

she’s  a  hard  worker  &  def  a  perfectionist.  everything  has  to  be  perfect,  and  she’ll  do  as  much  as  she  can  to  get  it  right.  it’s  probs  the  reason  she  stuck  with  acting  b/c  the  trial  and  error  of  learning  something  new  would  be  way  too  much  for  her  lol.

but  also  enjoys  time  out  a  lil  too  much  prolly.  is  a  regular  to  night  life  &  partying  (  more  under  wraps  now  than  back  in  the  day  )  &  will  out  drink  just  about  anyone  you  know.  it  makes  her  a  bit  more  brave  &  she  believes   ppl  bare  their  souls  when  they’re  inebriated  so  it’s  easier  to  get  to  know  ppl.  what  a  weirdo.  also  partakes  in  her  fair  share  of  prolly  just  weed.  no  hard  drugs  tbh  she’s  not  the  one

your  average  gal  just  looking  to  have  fun ,  but  could  def  potentially  catch  feelings  that  she  would  deny  til  she  can’t  anymore  or  until  it’s  too late. 🤪  lowkey  wants  someone  to  just  sweep  her  off  her  feet,  but  she’s  blind  to  the  reality  that  she  always  be  making  things  complicated.

behind  the  facade,  she’s  a  bit  stubborn.  probably  also  a  side  effect  of  being  a  perfectionist  &  also  her  need  for  control  ( since  she  lacked  that  when  she  was  young )  so  be  prepared  for  that

* WANTED CONNECTIONS .

ok  but  plots  really  do  be  making  my  world  go  ‘round. 😳 i  love  em,  so  literally  hmu  with  anything  you’re  feeling,  and  i’ll  be  down.  just  wanna  plot  &  write  with  everyone 💕  but  here’s  a  couple  of  wanted  connections  for  y’all.  i’ll prolly  have  a  most  wanted  tag  sooner  or  later  &  i’ma  be  make  a  plot  page  soon.  

best  friend  /  friend  group:  there’s  no  way  jo  could  function  without  friends,  so  pls  give  her  some  good  ass  platonic  tingz.  these  are  the  people  she  can  be  herself  around,  so  she  holds  them  really  dear.

people  from  the  past:  someone  she  knew  from  the  past.  could  be  friends,  enemies,  lovers,  costars,  etc.  she  didn’t  really  let  that  many  people  know  that  she  was  leaving  so  now  that  she’s  back  it  could  be  like  👀  dramatic.

unrequited love / crush:  these  are  fun.  joanna  doesn’t  really  know  how  to  handle  her  romantic  feelings  so  it’d  probably  be  her  getting  the  cold  shoulder .

hookups / fwb:  past,  present,  future.  fwb  would  probs  get  messy.  maybe  she  caught  feelings  or  sumn.

former  friends:  something  happened  &  they’re  no  longer  friends.  we  can  plot  it  all  out . :^)

childhood  friends  to  lovers  to  exes  that  ended  on  bad  terms:  saw  this  on  a  plot  masterlist  &  it  sounds  fun  so  i  thought  i’d  put  it  here lol.

literally anything  your  heart  desires: a  lot  could  work.  we  could  even  just  start  from  nowhere  &  have  them  meet  for  the  first  time  b/c  jo’s  only  been  back  for  a  couple  of  months.

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renan.

                                 he feels a small, small sense of vindication when he hears jo’s responses, though it’s not enough to reinstate his confidence. part of renan almost feels bad that he’s bringing this up at all, but it’s not like jo cares about his own feelings, so he tells himself that it’s justified and to stop caring so much. “ thea, ” he replies, wondering if that alone is enough to trigger name recognition — there aren’t very many thea’s in hollywood, after all. idly circling the rim of his empty shot glass with his finger, renan casts a longer glance at jo, nearly staring until the re-approaching bartender distracts his gaze. “ we’ve been together since, ah… february. ” it’s mostly been five months of nothing but incessant paparazzi pictures of them sucking face, but renan is pretending like it’s more serious than it is. the tequila is starting to loosen his inhibitions, so he physically turns in his seat to face jo while ignoring the third round of shots. “ why didn’t you ever try to talk to me? after… ” he vaguely motions with his hands, meaning their breakup, “ there were no texts, no calls, nothing. i didn’t even know where you went or what i did wrong. ”

                                 thea.  the name sounded familiar to her, but jo can’t put her finger on it. she spends time pondering it while tapping her fingers on the counter ( a habit she had picked up in the last few months ) before it hits her.  ❛  stamatović?  ❜  there’s a disbelief in her voice as she asks, wondering how he had met and wooed someone of such an established family. though, it doesn’t matter. clearly he had done so & done so well, because five months was nothing to gawk at.  ❛ that’s... a long time. ❜ she sighs and presses her lips into a fine line — the alcohol making it harder to hide the emotions that were building inside of her. she’s angry that she’s not over the boy who sat next to her.  she wants to cry or scream, but jo opts to sit silently, focusing on the empty glasses in front of her.   ❛  i don’t know.  ❜  it’s  all  she  can  manage  to  get  out,  turning  to  face  renan  just  as  he  had  done.  ❛ it just felt like... ❜  she stops herself. the last bit of their relationship was rocky, full of disagreements and fear of unwanted attention, but most of all, jo couldn’t handle how she felt for renan. it was too serious, so she did what she always does: she ran. ❛ i know i should have, but i don’t know. ❜  she repeats, exasperation clearly showing through the expression on her face.  ❛  i just couldn’t, okay?  ❜

[fmjoanna]

nate​.

nate jabbed a straw into his tall styrofoam cup as he thanked the cashier and slid his wallet into the pocket of his post - gym sweatpants. he had just purchased a smoothie which claimed to be packed with protein and delicious fruit flavors or something. nate had stared apprehensively at the thick, pink liquid as he watched the cashier pour it into his cup, and he was still wearing the expression as he collected his drink and shuffled towards the exit, apparently so distracted that he flung the door wide open and crashed into another customer, drenching them in thirty - two ounces of cold, wet smoothie. “oh, fuck.” he glanced down at the mess on the floor and sank his teeth into his lower lip. “i’m so sorry,” nate lifted his head and rushed to apologize, gaze welling with urgency and sincerity. “here, let me buy your drink.” he dug out his wallet and started back towards the cash register without waiting for an answer.  / @fmjoanna​

jo’s hangovers were no joke. her inability to stop at an appropriate amount of alcohol made sure of that, and she reaped the consequences the next day, much like she was right now. sunglasses shielding her from the light, she was on a journey to get herself a smoothie —  one that advertised itself as a health cure. whatever that meant. jo figured she could do her body a favor for once, and that’s when it hits her: a smoothie much like the one she was about to purchase for herself.  ❛  you have got to be fucking kidding me. do you not watch where you’re going?  ❜ she admits, the words come out a bit harsher than she’s used to, but she already feels like shit, and now, she’s covered in a cold, wet beverage. her mouth is agape as she wipes as much of the smoothie off of herself as possible. the other leaves before she can even answer, so she calls out after him,  ❛  wait, you didn’t even ask what i wanted!  ❜

[fmjoanna]

wrpalmer​:

Send “✆” for a morning text. Send “✉” for a text that wasn’t sent. Send “☎” for a rushed text. Send “⁇” for a drunk text. Send “ø” for a late night text. Send “✘” for a hateful text.

[fmjoanna]