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scggy · 1 year
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mattie !
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mattie shoots him a smile but she could tell that something was up, she put it down to birthday nerves. “good, ‘cause i’ve got plans. you’re gonna love it” she tells him, well she hoped that he’d love it anyway, she giggles in response to his words, “makes sense. we could go shopping for wrinkle cream, we should at least TRY and save your pretty face” mattie could hear another groan coming from her brother’s room, so she was glad when soggy stepped inside their shared apartment. 
 she shuts the door behind him, turning to face him, the nervous feeling in her body only grew stronger, “you don’t need a reason. it’s good to see you". she swore her heart was beating a little faster than normal, she tugged at her bottom lip, “oh? really? what caused that thought?” she asks, she was curious to know, “soggy is such iconic nickname though” she pauses to think back to how he actually earned the nickname, “but i guess people might start taking you more seriously if you go by connor right?”. mattie smiles softly at his words, “that’s sweet. we can definitely change that” she tells him, “your birthday present is on the kitchen counter, if you want it”. 
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              THERE’S A POEM HE READ   in high school that he’s been trying to recall, it was stumbled upon when he feigned interest in a book so he wouldn’t get kicked out of the library for goofing off.    pretty verbiage written to delicately describe a SOFT-HEARTED WOMAN. he had torn the page out of the book and shoved it in the back of his pocket at the time    because it had   always    made him think of mattie. he wishes he could recall it,  so that he was able to put the way he felt about her into the words he couldn’t find.
      “  yeah they don’t seem to find   SOGGY BRAXTON  desirable on job applications.  ”   he jokes,  nervously as air pushes out with his words.  to be frank,  he couldn’t care less about his birthday right now, but he still offers offers her a nod,  only beginning his walk to the kitchen because she seemed excited about it.   he felt like a pot about to boil over before mattie put the lid on top of it and turned down the fire. every time she spoke he felt calmer.   perhaps he’s being melodramatic or    overly romantic   but it beats the self-doubt that usually overwhelms him.   “  this ?  ”   he asks after placing his hands on a bag that he assumes would be his birthday gift when got to the kitchen.  “  i mean it doesn’t   look like   a ps5 but maybe it’s just because of the wrapping.  ”   there’s a wink sent her way, finding himself more at ease than he was when he knocked on her door.   “  drumroll, please ?  ”
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scggy · 1 year
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gael !​
LOCATION: shocktober fest! AVAILABILITY: open, @roswellstarters​
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 “FUCKIN’  HELL,  MAN.”  gael  complains  as  someone  bumps  into  his  shoulder  for  what  felt  like  the  tenth  time  in  the  last  half  hour  or  so.  all  the  yelling,  running,  food  spilling  and  crazed  kids  high  on  sugar  had  been  putting  him  on  the  worst  mood  of  his  life.  but  he  still  wanted  to  enjoy  some  goddamn  corndogs  at  the  damn  festival.  “if  someone  almost  spill  their  drink  on  me  one  more  time,  i  might  be  inclined  to  turn  this  into  a  real  horror  fest.”
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          SHOCKTOBER FEST   was quite possibly one of roswell’s most popular events,  as far as soggy is concerned.  it was the mystery that surrounded the place added with the spookiness of halloween.   he never ran the numbers or looked at the statistics but it’s one of the events he finds himself more comfortable huddled in a corner with a bottle of water, so he always just assumed it was overcrowded.   although   he didn’t think it was that bad, he still can’t help but mirror the other’s energy.    “  we need another black plague.  ”      he jokes,  a laugh leaving through his nose.    “  first one was way before its time,  i didn’t even know this many people lived in Roswell.  ”
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scggy · 1 year
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ender !
black lagoon boat ride — roswell shocktober fest !  ( open for — @roswellstarters​​​ )
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“ fine , fine , i’ll go on it with you — but if i get any water in my hair , i’m holding you personally responsible . that means a cocktail as collateral , “ ender loved the spooky , the strange , the unusual , but only when it didn’t interfere with her visage ; she’d already almost broken a nail running from a chainsaw-wielding maniac through hedgerows and had hoped for a more relaxed conclusion to the evening . it had taken some nagging , but the woman had finally resigned herself to one boat trip . is couldn’t possibly be that scary , right ?? “ — and you’re buying us the tickets . do you have any idea how much these boots cost ?? “ 
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                 soggy had expected his request wouldn’t go down without hesitance on ender’s part but he finds himself quite surprised that he didn’t have to do more begging.  thankfully,  as the only thing left to his prepared speech was     dude, just  come on.       both of his fists roll into a ball at her eventual oblige,  pushing against the air in excitement with a small   “  yes !  ”     leaving his mouth.    his hands were glued to mattie’s almost the entire night, and while he wasn’t complaining  it didn’t hurt to break from one another once in awhile to branch back into his social life.   or lack thereof.   “  i wasn’t going to go on without you so my happiness was literally held in your hands for a second there. seriously,  e,   my whole night would have been ruined if you didn't agree to come.  ”    his exaggeration isn’t spoken without a playful smile,  still facing ender as he starts walking backwards towards the booth.      “  there was no pressure though.  ”
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scggy · 1 year
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  malik & kaya​
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There’s always been mischief shared between the youngest Braxtons. Oftentimes Malik’s been the hand to force them apart by the shells of their ears, both squirming and griping as they continued reaching for each other. There’s a table between them now, and Kaya takes full advantage of the obstacle and the lightning-quick glance the firstborn shares with their moms. She shoves both middle fingers in Soggy’s direction, a shooting star gesture caught only by the tail end when the rest of the family turn back to the scene, just as Kaya’s lowering her hands into her lap. Her smirk remains, though, and it widens as the softest of snorts jumps from her nose. Habitual as her derision towards her brother might be, this time she’s nothing but playful, her edges softened by the haze inducing high.
It’s not so playful when she rolls her eyes. Malik and Connor teaming up means that she needs to compensate, too. Her limbs feel heavy when she drags herself out of her chair. The legs clatter and scrape against the floor, and Kaya has to catch it by the backrest before it topples over completely. “Whoops– yeah. Hold on, I’ll… ‘M c’ming.”
In the kitchen, Kaya finds her usual place at the counter. She practically dumps her upper half onto it, elbows knocking a little on the hard side while her fingers thread. Thin bands of corroding metal standing in for silver and gold clink together quietly. “So… Scale of one to ten, how shitty’s this thing gonna be, huh?” ( @likemalik)
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It’s not the fact Kaya’s high. Hell, all the Braxton siblings have a tendency to indulge, and Malik would be a hypocrite to pretend he doesn’t enjoy lighting up every now and again, especially not when a good sativa high can be a primary source of inspiration. No, it’s the fact that she’s managed it with a total disregard for anyone else in the fucking house— not that that should come as a surprise.
All boiled down, it isn’t quite anger Malik feels; it’s envy. Marijuana aside, their siblings both have their fair share of vices, one of which is undoubtedly selfishness, total disregard for anyone but themsleves. It’s a luxury Malik’s never truly been able to indulge in, not when he’s too busy picking up the pieces their siblings leave behind in their collective paths of destruction, whether imploding or exploding.
He’s about to give them both some credit. At least they’ve showed up, even shuffled along after Malik to lend helping hands. In fact, Malik is about to, even if only with a meager thanks. That is before Kaya opens her mouth and Malik feels their own tighten around a locked jaw.
“Jesus, Kaya,” he’s quick to spit out before a sigh slips from his mouth. The three of them are having dinner with their mothers, not picking up trash on the side of the road as some kind of correctional community service sentence. “Leave if you want.” Malik rolls their shoulders, nonchalant despite the pointed, stinging sharpness in their tone. “If you’re gonna have a shitty attitude anyway…”
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there’s a wine bottle sitting on the kitchen counter, whether it was merely there for decoration didn’t concern him as it prompted the idea to win    FAVORITE CHILD AWARD  -    if he can get it open  -  reaching to grab two wine glasses from an upper cabinet.   he would have responded on the same wavelength as kaya,  including a joke about how sticking his hand in the oven may feel  less painful  but with malik’s quick retort,  he almost opts for silence instead of agreement.   
he loves his moms.  he shoots an  I LOVE YOU  text to the two of them every night (although that’s something he isn’t quick to admit )   but that doesn’t make sitting at the dinner table he was raised at any less cumbersome.  
     “   don’t leave.  ”    a plead  even before kaya had the opportunity to respond on her own, one presented out of pure selfishness,  for multiple reasons.  soggy having dinner with just their moms and   seemingly overachiever   older sibling would ultimately lead into the two praising whatever malik’s latest success was while offering connor the pitiful,  so.. how has work been for you  afterward.  he can only imagine the grappling he’d have to do to make selling records to teens who just learned about vinyls sound important for the second year in a row.       “  it won’t be that bad, right ?   it’s just dinner,  we’ve all had dinner before.  ”    it was true but incredibly inconsistent to the muttering he was doing to himself at work earlier about the event.  besides the  dinner before  was  before he found himself slinging glass across his bedroom in rage when he was younger;  it’s the elephant in the room.   
with a hand now on the wine bottle he’s been struggling to twist open,  he lets out a huff before inching it away,   “  here,  can someone -  ”
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scggy · 1 year
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mattie !​
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mattie was still awake, she couldn’t sleep, she was lying in bed scrolling through her phone. facebook reminded her that it was connor’s birthday, she knew anyway, she’d spent ages trying to pick out his present. after some back and forth, she eventually stettled on a bag of joke gifts, including a pet ghost and some novelty socks with her face on, to hopefully make him laugh. 
things had been weird since the pair kissed, she thought they were finally getting things back on track, back to normal, to just being friends. but of course, that all changed when the pair kissed, mattie soon realised she wanted to be with him, it was always going to be him. 
she heard the door go, it caused her brother to groan loudly from the other room, she knew he’d just roll over and go back to sleep, so she decided to answer herself. quickly mattie slipped out of bed and made her way to the front door, she opens it up to see connor, “hey, what’s up? did i miss something? are we starting the birthday celebrations early?”. 
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              it’s not enough to say he felt breathless when the door opened.   it was nerves,  excitement,  and that usual feeling of fondness he always got when he saw mattie.    (he is whipped)      “   hey,   ”   his fingers are trembling but they’re hidden so deep in the warmth of his pocket he prays it wasn’t noticeable.    “  no,  i -  we can still celebrate later.  ”    when it’s not the middle of the night.        “  figured we could do something now,  with just you and me, before my wrinkles start kicking in.  ”   it’s his nerves that  took over, finding himself entering her apartment with a need to move his body as way of grounding himself;  each step a reminder of the promise kept to himself as he decides that he will,  once again,   allow himself to be completely open. 
                    although     BEING OPEN   &   BEING HONEST   didn’t necessarily have to come as a pair.      “  i don’t know why i’m here,  sorry, it’s late.  ”     that was his out,  a less prepared soggy would have turned on his heel and promised to have the conversation another time,   but this one stayed.       feet planted on her floor;  maintaining eye contact, lips turned upward .    “  i was thinking,   maybe i should start going by connor again.  ”    he’s all over the place, evidently lacking poeticism.    “  and then i was thinking about how long it’s been since we spent my birthday together.  guess i was just eager to change that.  ”
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scggy · 1 year
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@kayahq​
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Kaya sucks on her teeth, brows knitting in utter exasperation. “Please,” she scoffs, “as if running out like that isn’t attention-seeking. Fucking baby.”
Time and time again, Kaya finds herself standing on the wrong side of right: She says the wrong thing, or says the right thing wrong. Does the wrong thing. Reacts in the wrong way. Soggy– Connor (what kind of the fuck nickname is Soggy, anyways?) –it seems, is hellbent on reminding her of the fact. 
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So when he offers her the bag, Kaya grabs a fistful of sours, instead of just a few. The look she shoots him dares him to complain: Malik isn’t here to yank them apart by the ears, and Kaya’s never been one to shy away from giving her brother a good tug at his dumb-floppy hair.
“D’you even care about this stuff?” she challenges around a mouthful, lips smacking for a moment when the sugar stings her taste buds. Kaya shrugs, rolls her eyes. Whatever. “Smart, I guess. People’ll say you’re all diplomatic, but it’s just run-of-the-mill shit stirring. Uh…  Libras are kinda like ambiverts, I guess: You’re all needy, and you value connections, but you get burnt out easily.”
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          his lips push downward,  nodding his head.  less in agreement ( despite how much he would agree had he been ready to put his pride on the line )   and more in resignation  -  which wasn’t any better.      “ k,  cool.    you know most people would have just said indecisive.  left it at that.  ”    though kaya is not most people, he’s reminded.
     the bag of candy is now moved to the opposite side of him.   sat safely away from the hands that were grabbing at them before.    “  oh,  and i don’t care.  ”    in response to the question prior.  but she does -  he’ll opt out of telling her the only reason he entertained the conversation was because he knows it’s something she enjoys talking about and the person who’d been listening to kaya’s ranting before hadn’t shown any appreciation to her.     even so,  the admission would likely leave him with a punch to the arm  or he’d end the conversation with an unnecessary, sarcastic comment.   it seemed to be how the two communicated lately.   by not communicating..   a complete opposition to how the two grew up.
                     “  me ?   needy  ?   i have never needed anything in my life.  ”     so there’s a smirk on his face,      “  whatever. i think you’re a hater.  in fact the stars are aligning for me and they’re being very clear,  they said you just made all of that up. ”
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scggy · 1 year
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  zarina​
for: open ( @roswellstarters​ ) location/plot: walking down a street in downtown roswell. zarina is trying to convince your muse of spending some time with her and doing something halloween-y. feel free to assume connections! 
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“c’mon! i swear i’m not like THAT boring of a person to spend time with. plus, it’s a double slasher deal, you can’t even beat that! halloween AND scream? classics.” if the person she was speaking to insisted they were busy zarina would understand, it was a bit random of her to approach them anyway with the suggestion, she just didn’t feel like being alone today. not to mention, she didn’t really know who else to ask to do some spooky related things with her today. “or! if you’re not feeling the slasher vibes, you know it’s space week! we can go do a free tour of the ufo emporium!” 
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       “  it’s not -  i just don’t do scary movies, z.  ”    it’s proclaimed with passion,  as if it’s an opinion he’d been waiting to express  although  realistically he just wanted to stress the fact well enough so they didn’t dive more into it.   in thought,  he takes in a deep breath at the alternative option  that one was boring.  with the assumption that the skate park is out of the question,  his head tilts back in defeat.    “  yeah ,  alright  ,   we can do the slasher shit  but only if we can get blasted in my car first. michael myers would be notably more funny if we’re both zonked.  ”
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scggy · 1 year
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status:   closed for @mattiehqs​
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               there’s a dread that washes over him every year when the clock strikes midnight on his birthday,  yet a calmness that follows.    the dread appears with the urgent reminder that he’s getting older.  the calmness is close behind with the reminder that he’s made it another year.   and he was better now.   (  or perhaps that’s a lie he likes to tell himself  ).   a notable self-sabotager ;  he’ll build walls between him and his loved ones just when shit is getting good.   connor doesn’t know why,  he hasn’t gotten to that part yet.   he’s only at the guilt-ridden part of growth (again)   that leads him to standing outside of mattie’s door.  (again).
            he should have warned her he was coming  but it was too late as his knuckles had already thumped on the door of her apartment.   fully aware of the  NOW OR NEVER  opportunity,   he waits,  an exhale releasing the breath he didn’t realize he was holding.  / @mattiehqs​
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scggy · 1 year
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fletcher !
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“ let it go , man — i know the name of this town , and if it makes it easier for you i’ve not no problems admitting that it’s a shit heap , that i despise roswell , that all this alien bullshit has worn me down to the point where anywhere seems better than here . i mean , if i never see a woman painted head to toe in green wearing only an iridescent thong again , i’ve seen it too soon , “ although it proved to be great inspiration , he’d admit ; if fletcher had been one for meaningless tattoos , for strange inscriptions that would garner endless questions and odd stares from passersby , perhaps he would have considered some of the obscene sights he’d experienced over the last two decades of his life . a pause , his brow cocking , silently staring at soggy as if to say ; ‘ what on earth goes on in that dumb little head of yours ?? “ russia . “ a statement , his lips twisting in subdued discontent , hesitating for a beat before continuing , “ you do realise i’m a military man , right ?? i’d be slung out on the street for something like that , “ being that riddled with ink was already living on the edge in a profession such as his , when anything above an inch-long buzzcut on the field was cause for sanction . 
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            “  jesus,   okay.  ”     like waving a white flag ,    his hands are held up in surrender for only a moment before slipping back into his jacket pockets.    he has seen that look before.   the one usually followed by   are you dumb   in which soggy would nod   only once   and never give any real consideration to.         A MILITARY MAN   ,   he could tell .    he’s aggressive,   kind of mean,    and extremely handsome     so much so that if soggy weren’t so intimidated he would have asked for his workout routine.       “  no,  yeah,  no,  you’re right.  fuck russia.  i was thinking that anyway ‘cause putin’s a bitch.  ”   the word bitch is emphasized,  the B popping between his lips.       “  you know,  you kind of remind me of my eighth grade english teacher,  like there’s no right answer.  ”      the two were incomparable in every fashion.   there’s a lack of steadiness in the conversation;  a sense of unpleasantry filling their surroundings.    “  you wouldn’t get an american flag,  would you ?  ”
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scggy · 1 year
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malik braxton.​
kaya braxton.
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Sky Above is an asset in a collection of ways: It pays generously, considering Kaya mostly lounges about and talks clients’ ears off, Astra’s sweet and, above all, she lets Kaya take freebies home. Little sachets of dried rose and lavender sit snuggly between Kaya’s folded clothes, and there’s the perpetual smokiness of burning incense clouding her room, even with an equally perpetually open window.
Her roommates aren’t exactly sticklers for teetotalism, they know she smokes up every now and then, when the itch is dull enough to abate after a toke or two. The open window is a cordiality, the rest, a potent attempt to rid her clothes and hair of the clinginess of weed. It works– tends to, anyway. It’s all about the timing. 
Kaya’s never been too good at that. Malik had taken care of those finer details in the past: Their little sis only had to parrot whatever time coach had said to attend meets, competitions, even practice, and they would be yanking her disorganised ass out the front door and into the car. Now, she struggles to find an easy enough routine to stay on top of. Particularly when her thoughts are as cloudy as November skies.
Today they’re practically in a fog. There’s no way in hell Kaya’s surviving an evening like this sober; maybe she’d been a little generous packing her blunt, and maybe she’d nodded off after the last tangy inhale. The good thing, at least, is that she’s far too stoned to entertain the panic that would otherwise throttle her jackrabbit heart, and she arrives with a languid, drowsy gait. “Heey,” she greets her family, pink eyes fading back to white (praise the eye drops jostling about in her backpack) as she sinks, lazy smile in place, into her usual seat. “My, uh, driver was, like, so annoying. He kept saying that I had to pay, even though I’d done the thing where you pay once you book…” she trails off with a vague wave of her hand, expression utterly dismissive. 
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@likemalik​
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There’s a lecture on the tip of Malik’s tongue. It’s one Connor’s been on the receiving end of too many times, and Malik is fairly sure he’d be able to communicate it with only a look. It’s one that very clearly says: stop throwing your sister under the bus. It’s all they can manage to communicate before they’re interrupted by the creak of the front door.
Usually in this context Kaya’s presence would be a relief, but as she continues speaking, Malik’s eyes continue narrowing. It isn’t a surprise, really, but she’s high. While she may be meticulous about keeping the pungent, sour smell of bud away, the slow drag of her words and the slight dilation of her pupils is enough to indicate, to Malik at least, she’s swallowed down some kind of depressant.
What they don’t understand is how Kaya thinks she’s getting it passed their moms. Lori’s a nurse for God’s sake… And while she does flash a knowing glance Malik’s way, neither of them say anything. It’s become commonplace in this house, even more so given the siblings’ age. They were all adults now, older, wiser, and perfectly capable of addressing an issue and confessing truths when the situation calls for it. It’s one of the few things Malik tends to disagree with their parents about.
“Right,” Malik says succinctly, deciding not to dwell much more than that.
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Then they’re on their feet.  “Well, think we just gotta heat the food up a lil’ bit. I’ll pop it in the oven. You guys want anything to drink?”       ( @scggy​ )
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        jealousy settles in at the idea of kaya coming to dinner stoned when soggy was far too nervous to take a hit in his car beforehand.  it’s nuzzling between furrowed brows but the feeling isn’t enough to wipe away his pure amusement at the fact. after his eyes scan the room in attempt to read if anyone else had picked up on her intoxication,  his face positions into one that says   do you have more    without, hopefully, making it obvious to his mothers.   ( or malik, for that matter.  )   who was undoubtedly the golden child,   a fact that connor would be covetous about if he wasn’t equally aware that, with all the stress he put on the family,  their moms needed a personality like malik’s.  
           and it showed.  especially when they hop out of their seat to set up dinner properly while soggy had been trying to telepathically ask kaya where she got the bud from.     “  i’m good with just water. ”    is his first response, though quickly followed by   “  actually, let me help.  ”      while he’s certain they were capable of handling re-heating the food on their own,  it beats any small talk that could come up, and hopefully forgives the fact that he was late.
     it was peculiar to think there was a time where the five of them could enjoy dinner like a real family and less like strangers.  when the laughs outweighed the bickering, they were younger then. naivety was prominent.  he scoots his chair back,  the sound scraping against their floors as he stands on his feet.    “  water,  kay ?  ”      because,  you know,  cottonmouth.
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scggy · 2 years
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juni 💬 soggy
juni: what's the worst you think will happen?
juni: if it's one of those glitter bomb things i might me a little pissed but also amused that someone went to such lengths
soggy: the worst? no food at all.
soggy: i say give it a go, if you're not risking it with death at least once every few weeks, are you even living?
soggy: although now that i say that, i realize it sounds like i'm the one who sent the mysterious food. if the fbi is reading this: i did not.
soggy: holy shit, wrapping glitter bombs in a crashdown to go package would be fucking genius.
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scggy · 2 years
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fletcherliu​
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“ what gives you the impression i like either of those things ?? aliens are complete bullshit — “ although that’s what the government would want him to say , “ — and i don’t smoke anything other than italian cigarettes . you ever heard that tattoos are meant to mean something ?? “ although fletcher was littered in the things , each inking held a significance ; the majority of them were unspoken , known only to him and those closest to him , but perhaps that was what made it so special . the oldest liu was the same , remaining an enigma ( a rather rude and obnoxious one at that ) to those surrounding him until they began chiselling beneath his hardened exterior . “ i was thinking more something meaningful . something that i can look back on in twenty years that reminds me of something special , not the shitty little alien town i’m somehow stuck in . “ 
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               because he likes  both  of those things.     “  um,  psychological projection  ?  ”    a simple form of admission on his part.    in this moment ,  soggy really wants to ask   what the fuck  italian cigarettes are and how they differ from the cigarettes he knows  and loathes  but the fear of looking like even more of a dumb ass stops it. he can save it for a google search later on      “  alright ,   come on ,  this shitty little alien town has a name,  ”      he feigns defense when the rant is over;   knowing good and well that fletcher was correct.    “  and i’m betting you any money,  that name would look really good written in russian tattooed on your forearm.  ”         i mean,   he  was even considering it.     “  fine,  okay,  something meaningful:    family in russian ?  ”     he won’t let go of the russian thing.     “  the fucking first amendment  ?   is that special enough to you ?  ”
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scggy · 2 years
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juni 💬 open
juni: apparently i have been blessed by the free food gods
juni: a random food delivery just showed up at my door & i'm like 89% sure i didn't order anything. do i risk it and eat whatever is in there or ?? 😬
soggy: why not? seems safe.
soggy: no one's ever opened an unexpected package and had something bad happen to them. that never happens
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scggy · 2 years
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mattie !
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a loud laugh left mattie’s lips at his words, “it all makes sense now. you were just dating me so i could help you with your french homework” she teases him. she closes her eyes, resting her head on his shoulder, thinking back to the first time they met, she could still remember it even now. they’d been paired for a project in french class, she’d always be forever greatful to their old french teacher for pairing them together.
the room was quiet now, she wasn’t focused about the box in her hand. mattie was desperate to get closer to him, she couldn’t wait much longer, she just wanted to kiss him, taste his lips again. the air was heavy around the two of them, all she could hear now was the sound of the music from the party down the hall, her friends having fun, but her main focus was on the man sat next to her. mattie fiddles with her fingers, unsure of what to do next, should she make a move?
then all of a sudden, she feels his fingers on her chin, he’s tilting her head, her heart is beating louder. she knows what’s going to come next but she still feels nervous. the pair share a kiss, it was magical, everything she’d ever wanted for awhile now. mattie kisses him back, disappointed when he pulls away because she wants more, “that was more than okay” she pauses, “i’ve been waiting for you to do that”. 
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                    impulsivity has a tendency to sneak up on him like a fox.  often he’s not aware of how impetuous the action was until after he’s done with it,  now is no different.  even with something as seemingly innocent as making out with your high school ex girlfriend,  there’s regret impending.
                  as for now ?     the uncertainty leaves the moment he was given her approval.  the connection between the two has always been deeply rooted in nostalgia.  mattie being one of the very few things about his past that he finds joy in remembering.  his fingers remove from her chin, although he’s sat in the same position, knees touching,  he wasn’t prepared quite yet to lose the closeness between them.  “  i’ve been wanting to do it for awhile now.  ”  since their first whirlwind of hypotheticals without seeing each other in years, since he sold her that marina album.
                  for the first time since he looked into her eyes he can hear the chattering in the background again.  reality preparing to hit him like a brick for a multitude of reasons.   “  we should go back.  ”   a decision he already made himself as he stood on his feet and tilted his head towards the door.     “  introduce me to everyone,  i mean,  your friends are probably wondering where you are, i kind of took you away from them.  ”
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scggy · 2 years
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  malik !
date: september 12th time: 7:43 pm location: the braxton family home status: closed to @scggy & @kayahq
Malik is almost entirely convinced now that their siblings are utterly allergic to punctuality or anything close to it. 
Malik and his mothers have already exhausted the typical points of casual conversation: Malik’s perpetually non-existent love life, his music students’ progress, the latest home renovation projects, and Out Of This World’s sale where his moms, of course, bought far more books than was completely necessary.
Now all three of them are sitting at the table, Malik shuffling awkwardly every so often as all the Braxtons present’s eyes flash to the clock on the wall again and again. Each of them have a cup of chamomile tea in hand, the enchiladas on the stove growing colder with each passing moment.
“I’m sure they’re on their way. Just… stuck in a little traffic,” Malik tries to assure through a tight, unnatural little smile. Really, they’re more convinced that Connor and Kaya arrived at the same time and are now a tangle of wrestling bodies rolling around the driveway.
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               in comparison to almost every other day, soggy’s anxiety comes to a rest when he’s around his family .    even with this dinner looming among him;  while there’s tension formed in multiple other ways:  it’s not born from apprehension.  there aren’t as many harsh thoughts he needs to subdue beforehand,  it was relief.  
                 much needed relief     since he’s expectedly late.      “  sorry  ,   i’m sorry .  ”   a genuine expression spoken as soon as he steps foot into his family home, shutting the door behind him.   expressed even before his eyes are laid at the family waiting around the dinner table.    he has to pick his battles when it pertains to explaining his tardiness.    justifying it with   ‘ i was late to work so i had to stay later to make up for it  ’ ,  sounds like a segue for a lecture on responsibility        ( whether it will be given by malik or his moms is the question ).      “  i’m sorry,  i was stuck in traffic.  ”   a  lie that he doubts anyone will believe as he approaches his mothers, greeting them with a peck on the cheek.    “  malik,  man,  looking good.  ”   he places a hand on his elder sibling’s shoulder,  sitting in a chair beside them.   the same spot he sat in every time the five of them would sit for dinner.  speaking of which:    “  no kaya yet  ?  ”    a clearing of his throat,  perfect time for a joke (and ice breaker).    “  pretty inconsiderate if you ask me.  ”    @kayahq​
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scggy · 2 years
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  fletcher !​
black box tattoo & piercing ! ( open for — @roswellstarters​ )
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there were inked etchings all over fletcher liu , from his knuckles to the tops of his feet , the scars he chose to inflict upon himself at a premium price — he trusted nobody with his body but the artists at black box and so , standing with biceps crossed over his chest , he scanned the sheets of flash pinned to the inside of the window , eyes narrowed in consideration . eventually he’d run out of space , tainting every inch of skin with hanzi characters or scripture holding relevance only to him . for now , though , he revelled in the spontaneity of entering the store without prior thought to what he’d emerge with . nudging an elbow against his fellow flash aficionado , fletcher spoke : “ what do you think i should get ?? i’ll entertain anything but the playboy bunny , “
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           he often ponders the idea of getting a tattoo when he stops by black box to visit his roommate  -  always with a coffee from nebula in hand to make his surprise visits   that much   more heartwarming  -   but he’s never followed through with the thought.  soggy would much rather receive poisoning from an ink pen before allowing a needle to draw on his arm.  his tolerance for pain sits so low that he was barely able to get his ears pierced without squirming.     in lack of better words: he wasn’t the right person to ask as he was on his way out of the parlor.   “  so it’s a no on a hugh hefner portraits too, huh ?   uh,  ”    he pushes on his toes;  eyebrows knit in thought.    “  you like aliens ?    marijuana leaf shaped like a peace sign ?  ”
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