#gross Kelly’s OC

[clarkisacorgi]

Another of @grosskelly Nulkron with the rainbow pencil, this time with more effort!

[josephseedismyfather]

oc inspiration

Thank you @g0dspeeed, @simplegenius042, @cassietrn, @inafieldofdaisies, and @scorpiosleeps for tagging me! 🥰 So sorry for the delay!

Rules: Share your OC and two characters from other media that influenced them the most

You know me, can't make decisions to save my life so y'all get 3 for each because the truth is, all my babes have influences from all over the place. Annnnd I'm realizing they're all a mess when you put it all together in one place 🤭

Jesse Pinkman • Breaking Bad | April Ludgate • Parks and Rec | Charlie Kelly • It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia

Kim Wexler • Better Call Saul | Maid Marian • Robin Hood | Olivia Benson • Law & Order: SVU

Sterling Archer • Archer | Mercutio • Romeo + Juliet | Wolverine • X-Men

Opt-in/out of tag list here.

@wrathfulrook, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @trench-rot, @ladyoriza, @redreart

@hotmessteaparty, @voidbuggg, @insanityofvaas, @malefiquinn, @strangefable

@noodlecupcakes, @chazz-anova, @skoll-sun-eater, @aristomal, @ocdemon-747

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@3llisarts, @cloudofbutterflies92, @direwombat, @raresvtm, @walder-138

@simonxriley, @strafethesesinners, and anybody who wants to play. Tag me! 😘

[angelicsatin]

Ro Marsh | One of the Bros | Stoked OC

obligatory pick me oc | art & template credit to @ shizuarts on instagram or @shizuwuarts here

Name: Rosanna Marsh Nickname: Ro, Rosanne, Rose (never Rosie) Age: 17 Date of Birth: June 21 Zodiac: Cancer Status: Alive Height: 5’4 Weight: 115 lbs Occupation: Gift Shop Clerk at Surfer’s Paradise  MBTI: INTJ Gender & Pronouns: Ciswoman & She/Her Sexuality: Bisexual Romantic Interest: Ripper Voice Actor: Megan Fahlenbock

Random Facts 

Returning employee, second summer working at Surfer’s Paradise.

Initially from a smaller, ‘rural’ town like Listowel, Ontario where she lives with her single mother and younger brother. 

Uses surfing and her summer job to escape her ‘boring’ small town and workaholic mother. 

Has a green surfboard with a pink rose on it. 

Carries around a green backpack with what she needs to smoke, sunscreen, her cellphone, and usually a bag of snacks or two. 

Often seen alongside Ripper and Lance. 

Smokes with Broseph 

Went ‘absolutely wild’ at Lo’s last party before she began working for the resort. 

Isn’t the biggest fan of Kelly, and Kelly finds her ‘gross.’ 

If she farts, you’ll know — she’ll ‘claim it.’ 

Shares a sense of humor, and brain cell, with her best friends + boyfriend. 

Tries to tone down her humor and personality when hanging out with Lo or other girls.

Introduced episode 1 season 1 as ‘best friends’ with Ripper and No-Pants-Lance, but in episode 23 “Brofinger” when Ripper goes out with Emma, she realizes her feelings for Ripper, spends the episode jealous and fuming in the background of a handful of scenes. 

Plans multiple ways to try and ‘ruin’ Emma and Ripper’s date, but realizes she doesn’t have to do anything with No-Pants-Lance ‘third-wheeling’ and bothering Emma + Ripper’s loyalty to Lance. 

Ends up spending half the episode jealous and fuming, as stated above, and the remainder moping alongside No-Pants and sad until Ripper returns to them.

After Ripper returns to No-Pants-Lance and her, she continues to act/pretend she just sees him as her bro, her best friend. But even Lance tries pushing her to be honest about her feelings, especially because her with Ripper wouldn’t separate the two of them. 

Personality 

Positive Traits: Down-to-Earth, Humorous, Adventurous, Easy-Going, Silly, Understanding, Fun-Loving, Confident, Laid-Back, Playful, ‘Quirky’, Trustworthy, Witty, Spunky Negative Traits: Cocky, Immature, Disorganized, Mischievous, Lacking Manners, Compulsive, Impulsive, Irresponsible, Lazy, Macho, Reckless, Self-Indulgent, Stubborn

Likes

Surfing

Gross-Out Humor (Like Farts)

Smoking 

Skateboarding

Eating Sweet & Salty Snacks (Same TIme)

Slacking Off

The Smell of (surf) Board Wax 

Hockey (watching & playing)

Roses

Tanning

Dislikes 

Thunderstorms

Sunburns

Overly Serious People (Bummer & Kelly)

Cheerleaders 

Her Hometown

Soccer

Waking Up Early (Unless it is to Surf)

The Guests at the Resort…

Confronting her Feelings

[mttstructures]

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[castlevolkihar]

IS THIS THING ON?

🐇 hello hello you can call me juno or v, pinned post

🔪 i post about my ocs a lot, mostly my elder scrolls online ones. occasionally i draw fanart 4 whatever im interested in at the moment

⚰️ dms are open 4 mutuals if u ever want to chat!

🪓 fav characters: vanny (just like me fr), victoria neuman (the boys), kelly maxwell (ash vs. evil dead), serana volkihar (skyrim), michael myers (halloween), sidney prescott (scream), mia allen (evil dead 2013), aloy (horizon), tiny tina (borderlands 2), karen page (daredevil tv), april ludgate (parks and rec), dennis reynolds (it’s always sunny), etc etc

🪦 my interests: the elder scrolls, fallout, fnaf, the boys, it’s always sunny in philadelphia, vice principals, fortnite, borderlands, jc’s halloween, scream, child’s play, evil dead, furbies, littlest pet shop, beanie babies, some marvel stuff, star wars, etc always changing

📺 i open c0mmissions every once in a while but otherwise msg me here or on instagram (@/weaselguts) if ur interested

🦇 pls don’t tag my art as kin/me/id, selfship tags are fine .

🩸 fuck off if ur gross or creepy, i will block u if i don’t like u 🖕🐇

[theoriginalladya]

As Luck Would Have It - (update) Day 6

Summary: What do a mini-Irish invasion, a murdered leprechaun, and an old flame have in common? Joker’s not amused by any of them.

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Fandom: Mass Effect

Rating: Teen and Up

Relationships: Male Shepard & Kaidan Alenko, Male Shepard & Abby Williams, Male Shepard/Kaidan Alenko, EDI/Jeff "Joker" Moreau, Steven Hackett/Karin Chakwas, Steve Cortez/James Vega, Jack|Subject Zero/Samantha Traynor

Characters: Caleb Shepard (O'Connell - OC), Tadhg Shepard (O'Connell - OC), Niamh Shepard (O'Connell - OC), Kaidan Alenko, Karin Chakwas, Steven Hackett, Samantha Traynor, Jeff "Joker" Moreau, John Shepard, EDI, Ashley Williams, Zaeed Massani, Steve Cortez, James Vega, Garrus Vakarian, Urdnot Bakara - Eve, Urdnot Grunt, Urdnot Wrex, Kasumi Goto, The Illusive Man - Jack Harper, Jacob Taylor, Kelly Chambers, Rahna, Brigit O'Halloran (OC), Jack|Subject Zero

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Hallmark Movie AU, St. Patrick's Day, Past Relationship(s), Green Beer, bartending, Fluff and Angst, Humor, Shenanigans

Series: The Town of Norman

Chapter 17: Day 6

Excerpt:

“What’d’ya mean you’re closed?”

Without another word, James thumped a bucket on the diner counter.  Its contents sloshed noisily, a tiny wave threatening to breach containment.

John peered over the rim, frowning at the expected contents.  “It’s green.”

“Our dumbass ex-transportation expert flooded the town’s pipes with green food coloring,” James said. His voice had that not quite formal, not quite sing-song quality to it. “While the water seems to be fine, the inside of the pipes are stained green now, which means the perfectly drinkable water comes out green now. Which means!” James pointed at the ceiling in half-hearted emphasis.  “It is a health and safety violation to so much as make somebody coffee here this morning.”

Seated on the stool next to him, Kaidan looked aghast.  “You don’t have *coffee*?”

“A conspiracy from your husband to make you stop drinking the stuff,” Sam teased.

John shot her a disapproving look as Kaidan rounded on him. “It is no such thing.” He took one of Kaidan’s hands in both of his. “I love you,” he said, holding that upset, coffee deprived gaze. “I would never force you to give up your gross morning ritual.”

“Which I skipped,” Kaidan said, the roller coaster of emotions finally settling at wounded annoyance, “because we were coming to the diner and James makes the best coffee in town.”

“I do,” James agreed, puffing a little with pride, “but not today, medico.”

With a groan, Kaidan folded his arms on the countertop and dropped his head onto them.  “John.”

~~~

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What started as an offer to lend out my Irish Shepard, Caleb, for some St. Patrick's Day shenanigans has turned into a full blown collaborative effort with @happychica, and I couldn't be more delighted! Thank you, my friend, for allowing Caleb, Tadhg, and Niamh into your sandbox to play! This has turned into such an amazing adventure, and we've only just gotten started! And huge thanks to @screwyouflightlieutenant for the fabulous commercial breaks! (I love these soooooooooo much!)

[sincerelyella]

Everything Has Changed - Art Of Letting You Go Chapter 8

Book: The Royal Romance; Ride Or Die; Foreign Affairs (AU)

Song inspiration: Art Of Letting You Go by Tori Kelly

Pairings: past Liam x MC (Ella); Liam x OC; Logan x MC

Characters belong to Pixelberry; MC Ella Brooks belongs to me

Summary: What if Liam was promised as a child to another kingdom’s princess?

A/N: Participating in @wackydrabbles​ this week, prompt will be in bold.

Catch up here -> EHC masterlist

Thank you @ofpixelsandscribbles​ and @alyssalauren​ for prereading! Y’all know I get nervous before posting anything. Love you!

Warnings: Angst

Words: 998

I know you'll always be the one that stays with me, haunting me And maybe I'll never know just how to let you go

*

“I’m going to pick her as my bride after the social season.”

Drake was the first to break the awkward silence. “Y-you what?!”

Liam scratched the back of his neck. “I’m not really in control of all this-”

“What about Ella?!” Maxwell screeched. “You can’t just marry someone else!”

“That’s just it, Max,” Liam said quietly as he stared out the window. The trees they passed became a blur as his eyes welled with tears. “It’s been a long time and we can’t find her. I need to secure an alliance.” And I need to let her go.

“Li,” Drake shook his head. “I know I told you to open up, but this is not what I meant.”

“I really don’t want to talk about this right now,” Liam sighed. “I’m already irritated because they came to see me on a personal trip. Can we just go to the hotel and get ready for tonight?”

The two friends in the backseat nodded and murmured their consent. As the SUV made its way to The Ritz-Carlton, the jazz music that Bastien put on to drown out the awkward quiet wafted through the air.

Drake leaned forward and patted his best friend on the shoulder. “Sorry, Li, we kind of freaked out on you a little.”

“It’s fine,” he turned and gave them a small smile. “What’s going on tonight at the club?”

“I want to do a body shot!” Max announced from his seat.

Bastien chuckled as he drove to the back of the hotel. “A body shot?”

“Yeah!” He nodded his head so fast he got dizzy. “I’ve always wanted to do a body shot. Also, what’s a body shot?”

Liam began to laugh, he laughed so hard his face turned red. “It’s … it’s-”

“It’s when you take a shot out of a stranger’s belly button, Beaumont,” Drake explained as he chuckled, then laughed harder when Liam snorted from the front seat.

Max gagged. “Ohhh gross! What if you have an outie? Does it just spill everywhere?”

“Or … or what if … there’s lint in there?!” Liam managed to get out between fits of giggles.

The four men laughed for a good five minutes and then composed themselves enough to grab their luggage and head inside.

* Later that evening

Ella and Riya stood outside the club Nightingale with wide eyes and waited for security to check their IDs. Riya squirmed where she stood and looked like she had to go to the bathroom. Ella discreetly pinched her friend on her arm. “You’re gonna get us busted!”

“I have a nervous bladder!” Riya whispered back.

“Ladies,” the tall, muscular man in an all-black suit handed back their ID cards with a smile. “Enjoy your night.”

The two women walked inside and took in the large silver mirrored balls hanging from the ceiling, the black upholstery in the VIP area, and the glass bar that displayed any kind of alcohol anyone could want. The club was crowded, filled with people standing in the corner, dancing on the dance floor, or sitting at the large bar.

Riya elbowed her best friend. “Drinks?”

Ella nodded. “Vodka cranberry.”

The two locked arms and made their way to the center of the club. The bartenders wore all black and were busy running back and forth delivering drinks. Riya stood at one end of the bar and waited patiently for someone to ask for her order.

Ella panned the dance floor and saw the crowd backing up to make room for someone that was break dancing. She smiled and thought back to when that used to be her and Maxwell at the Beaumont Bash. All of her break dancing skills were because of her best friend back in the day, and her smile faded at the thought.

All her friends in Cordonia had to be forgotten. Liam was probably already married to someone else. Ella had been unable to move on in four years, and being in love with Liam was the whole reason her relationships never worked. Time to move on.

* Drake and Liam sat at the VIP area of the club Nightingale nursing their respective drinks. A blonde sat next to Drake talking about her cats while a brunette sat next to Liam who spoke about her blonde-haired friend with cats.

“Where is Beaumont?” Drake murmured to Liam as he nodded and half-smiled at the woman like he was paying attention.

“I think he’s on the dance floor,” Liam said as he sighed. “Wanna go find him?”

“Yep,” Drake stood quickly and apologized to the blonde. “We have to find our friend.”

“You ladies have a good night,” Liam was right behind Drake and the two made their way to the center of the club towards the bar and dance floor.

“My God they would not shut up,” Drake said as soon as they were out of earshot.

“They were … nice,” Liam grimaced as Drake laughed.

“Okay, I’ll go make sure Beaumont didn’t kill himself, just hang out at the bar.”

Liam nodded and leaned against the cool glass, taking another sip of his scotch. He looked around and saw the blonde and brunette that were boring as hell and quickly looked away. There was a woman with a red jumper on, talking with the bartender about her drinks, and another woman in a white lace dress that scooped low at her breasts and had a high slit that showed off her toned legs. Liam’s eyes traveled from her legs, up to her fingers to make sure there was no ring on her left hand and up to her dark hair that was down and in soft curls.

Her face came into view when she turned to look in Liam’s direction and his eyes widened. No one else on earth could look like ...

“Ella.”

The woman’s smile fell as her light brown eyes locked onto piercing sky blue ones. There was only one person …

“Liam.”

[scp2316]

mw characters?

we would love to see gene belcher, linda belcher, all three pesto kids, rudy stieblitz, and tammy larsen from bob's burgers alex browning, clear rivers, ian mckinley, wendy christiansen, terry chaney, ashley freund, and ashlyn halperin from final destination stu macher, billy loomis, wes hicks, tara carpenter, and amber freeman from scream huey duck, webby vanderquack, and lena sabrewing from ducktales will byers, jonathan byers, steve harrington, and eddie munson from stranger things also more horror muses in general, especially adam from the saw movies, nancy thompson from nightmare on elm strees, and tree gelbman!! also the the rest of the groups we have would be cool, like from paper girls, the quarry, and the loser's club from stephen king's it in honor of never have i ever we would love to see devi vishwakumar, ben gross, fabiola torres, eleanor wong, and paxton hall-yoshida marissa cooper, ryan atwood, seth cohen, summer roberts, sandy cohen, taylor townsend, lindsay gardner, alex kelly, and zach stevens from the oc luke cage, danny rand, frank castle, moon knight, thor odinson, dazzler, bucky barnes, darcy lewis, peter parker, riri williams, and america chavez from marvel dick grayson, damian wayne, stephanie brown, roy harper, oliver queen, dinah lance, cassandra cain, rachel roth, and garfield logan from dc nanno and tk from girl from nowhere the gallaghers from shameless the bridgertons, kate and edwina sharma, sophie beckett, lucy abernathy, and penelope featherington from julia quinn's horny novels rick grimes, michonne, daryl dixon, carl grimes, carol peletier, maggie greene, beth greene, rosita espinosa, tara chambler, enid, and cyndie from the walking dead

i also know our members would love anyone from any prior most wanted ask!

[askstrangeweird]

Whoops... I made 2 new OC, (dont ask me why I keep making cute gals) [it cause I'm a simp]

*gasp* "and they were sisters!"

Kelly: Aloof, Serious minded work focused reporter who cares about unbiased facts. Has a soft spot for Kaijus and horror movies as she find scary things cute. Prefers to spend her time alone. Loves snakes n lizard and reading fanfics. Kelly is the best field reporter in town but the problem is everyone compares her to her viral sister, Kimi, and doesn't take her as seriously. Kelly has never held a grudge against Kimi for this, but developed a work ethic where she pushes her self too hard at times. Recently she has started doing research on the Ghostbusters in her free time thinking maybe, it may just lead to a big scoop. Although after meeting them, and seeing how, well nice they were, see has started helping them when they need information.

Kimi: A very successful Tik-Toker turned Twitch streamer. She just posted about her dancing in outfits and things she thought was cute and then simps made her go viral at relatively young age. While she does love her fans for giving her a platform and career she struggles at times because a lot of her audience are gross incels and thats not why she wants to be famous. Kimi is very image conscious and shy. She doesn't get whys people simp for her and is actually uncomfortable meeting fans. Kimi also sometimes worries that peoples perception of her will effect her sister, Kelly's career negatively.

[robertsheehanownsmyass]

Smoke Rings

Nathan Young x Lydia Bellamy This sexy little drabble is for @super-unpredictable98​ and is about Nathan and her OC from her Hard Candy series. Lydia is Simon’s little sister who had purchased a time travel pass from Seth several years in the future so she could go be with Nathan and stop him from meeting Marnie. If you’re not into OCs, just use your imagination and pretend it’s you, lol. TW: Smut! Nathan being gross, as usual.

Nathan idly twirled his finger around the ring piercing Lydia’s nipple as they lay together in bed.

“I don’t know how you do it,” she said.

“Wha?” Nathan replied with mock incredulity. “Whatever could you mean?”

Lydia slapped his arm and Nathan recoiled, giggling. “Don’t act like you don’t know how to manipulate me, Nathan Young.”

Nathan leaned forward to capture Lydia’s lips with a kiss. “Don’t act like you didn’t love it, Lydia Bellamy” he murmured against her lips, smiling.

--EARLIER--

“Does anyone need another round?” Simon asked as he stood to head to the bar.

“I’ll take one,” Alicia said.

“Yeah, two here,” Nathan said, referring to himself and Lydia’s empty bottles. He tossed Simon a balled up fiver, who barely caught it. Simon headed off to the bar with a roll of his eyes. Leaving Nathan and Lydia nuzzling in the booth.

“Gross, get a room will ye,” Nikki whined.

“Why would we do that?” Nathan countered. “People pay good money to watch this sort o’ stuff; this is a win-win situation.”

“Ugh stop,” Lydia said, but she couldn’t help but giggle. “I’m not shagging you in a pub in front of our friends and my brother!” She nudged him playfully.

“Simon could use some pointers I’m sure,” Nathan said, and Curtis and Lydia both wrinkled their noses in disgust. Kelly rolled her eyes.

“That’s sick,” Kelly spat. “You’re fuckin gross mate.”

“You love me,” he said, and blew Kelly a kiss.

A short while later Simon returned with two beers in each hand. He handed Alicia her bottle and reached over to hand Nathan the two he had requested for Lydia and himself.

“Thanks mate,” Nathan said while taking the beers. “We’re gonna finish up these and probably go shag. Did you want to come along and watch for pointers?”

This time the whole group cried out their disgust with Simon simply standing there, stunned into silence.

“Gross Nathan!” Lydia shouted, as Alicia yelled that he didn’t need any more pointers. Curtis and Nikki simply got up and left.

“Let’s go dance, Alicia,” Kelly said as she headed over to the dance floor, Alicia following behind.

“Oh come on, I’m only jokin,” Nathan said.

“Don’t listen to him Simon,” Lydia said.

“That’s right,” Nathan continued in a placating tone. “You don’t have to watch. That would just be weird, man.”

“No, that’s not what I meant,” Lydia said, turning to Nathan with a smirk. “I meant that YOU are not getting laid.”

With that she got up to join Alicia and Kelly on the dance floor.

Later, Lydia returned to a booth where Nathan sulked, flushed and happy from dancing. “I’m beat. Ready to head out?” she said a little breathlessly.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Nathan said sourly.

“What is it?” Lydia asked, grinning? “You don’t like it when your shit gets thrown back at you?”

“What are you on about?” Nathan shot back as they headed out of the bar together, making Lydia grin even more widely behind Nathan’s back.

“Oh nothing,” Lydia replied.

******** Back in the flat, Nathan slumped onto the couch, still sulking from earlier.

“Will you stop your pouting,” Lydia giggled as she climbed onto his lap. “It’s no fun.”

“Gotcha,” Nathan said with a grin, as he captured her lips with a kiss. Lydia returned it for a moment, before pulling away.

“Wait-- what do ye mean ‘gotcha’?” she said, narrowing her eyes.

“All I have to do is pout a little and you’re putty in my hands,” he said, and tried to kiss her again.

She slapped his chest playfully. “You prat! Am not!”

“Are too,” he said grinning, and kissed her again, a bit more insistently this time.

Lydia let herself melt into the kiss. Damn him, she thought dimly. He really does know how to push my buttons.

Nathan slid his hands up under Lydia’s shirt, caressing the smooth skin of her back as he kissed deeply. Her fingers tangled in his curls as they made out, before one of his hands moved down to unbutton her jeans.

She broke the kiss to stand and shimmy her jeans off, and kicked them aside. She climbed back onto Nathan’s lap, and laid her palm against his growing bulge.

“You’re going to break your zipper,” Lydia said with mock solemnity. “We need to do something about that.

“Yes,” Nathan replied, matching Lydia’s tone. “I think you’d better.”

Her fingers worked deftly to unbutton and unzip his jeans, and she slid one warm hand into his boxer briefs, palming his erection. “It’s a good thing I made it in time.”

The serious façade cracked, and Nathan snorted laughter while Lydia giggled. The moment of levity was brief, however, as their lips crashed back together, gathering intensity as Lydia stroked Nathan. Nathan’s breathing began to speed up, and he reached down to slide one hand under the waistband of Lydia’s knickers. Before he could do much else, however, Lydia stopped him by sliding off the couch and positioning herself in front of him on her knees.

Lydia took hold of Nathan’s stiff cock and licked up its length, swirling her tongue around its tip. Nathan gasped softly as Lydia licked around the head and back down again before taking him in her mouth, sucking and sliding down as far as she could. She alternately lapped and sucked his leaking dick for several moments until she stopped and stood before him, pushing her knickers down around her hips and nudging them aside. She climbed back onto his lap and positioned his cock at her entrance, then lowered herself on him, her sharp intake of breath mingling with Nathan’s own. She sheathed him fully, and began to undulate her hips in a serpentine motion, acclimating to his girth, and Nathan groaned as Lydia sighed. She rode him hard, sliding up and down, gaining speed as her slickness grew. He bucked up into her, increasing the sensation; hitting deep with every snap of his hips.

Lydia felt her orgasm approach, starting in her core and spreading; enveloping her with a blinding ball of sensation as it grew, and she began to shudder as the ecstasy overtook her.  Just as it was beginning to subside, Nathan surprised her by wrapping his arms around her tightly and standing up. He made his way toward the bedroom without breaking their connection, and he tumbled down onto the bed on top of her, careful not to crush Lydia, who was laughing; her teal and purple hair splayed around her like flower petals. Nathan thrust into her, rutting and grinding like an animal, his grunts matching the primal turn this particular fuck had taken.

Lydia cried out loudly and raked her nails down Nathan’s back, pinkening his skin and making him thrust harder, until his movements began to grow erratic and he cried out her name as he emptied himself into her depths. After he stilled, he gathered Lydia’s face in his hands and kissed her sweetly before rolling off of her and grabbing a cigarette from the nightstand.

“And you said we weren’t gonna fuck,” Nathan said before pulling a deep drag from his cigarette.

“What can I say,” Lydia replied. “You know how to push all my buttons, Nathan Young.”

“You have such lovely buttons though,” he said with a grin.

@spaceclone-mom​​ @joz-stankovich​

[calebmontg]

* DYLAN  O’BRIEN ,  CIS MALE  +  HE / HIM  |   you  know  CALEB  MONTGOMERY ,  right ?  they’re  TWENTY SIX ,  and  they’ve  lived  in  irving  for ,  like ,  A  COUPLE  MONTHS  AT  MOST ?  well ,  their  spotify  wrapped  says  they  listened  to  WAVES  BY  DEAN  LEWIS  like ,  a  million  times  this  year ,  which  makes  sense  ‘cause  they’ve  got  that  whole  RUBBING  GLITTER  ON  PUNCTURE  WOUNDS ,  SITTING  CROSS LEGGED  IN  A  SMOKE  CIRCLE ,  SCREAMING  SONG  LYRICS  ON  A  STRANGER’S  ROOFTOP  thing  going  on .  i  just  checked  and  their  birthday  is  AUGUST  3RD ,  so  they’re  a  LEO ,  which  is  unsurprising ,  all  things  considered .  

TW INCLUDE  drugs tw ,  addiction tw ,  rehab tw ,  death tw ,  drunk driving tw ,  depression tw

alli known for disappearing constantly and never sticking to one muse back again with a muse near and dear to my heort that makes me smile ok that was gross lets get into it <3 

AESTHETICS : 

rubbing glitter on puncture wounds, sitting crossed legged in a smoke circle, screaming song lyrics on a stranger’s rooftop, inciting riots and running from your own shadow, sweaty dancing, hanging out the sunroof of a moving car, pretending to be someone else, accessorizing eyebags and sweatpants with feather boas, a coming of age movie soundtrack, liquor stores and afterparties, a map without directions.

CHARACTER INSPO : 

huckleberry finn  ( the adventures of huckleberry finn ) ,  seth cohen  ( the oc ) ,  klaus hargreeves  ( the umbrella academy ) ,  elliot goss ( search party ) ,  charlie kelly  ( it’s always sunny ) ,  hamlet  ( hamlet , don’t ask about this one but the connection is there ) ,  a series of strange headcanons i’ve developed over that years that can’t be accurately put to words

GENERAL STATISTICS : 

full name :  caleb augustus montgomery

age / dob :  twenty six / august 3rd

gender :  cis male

pronouns :  he / him

faceclaim :  dylan o’brien

orientation :  homosexual

residence :  abernathy creek

occupation :  drug dealer / mooch

pinterest :  HERE !

BIOGRAPHY :  

caleb was born in new york city  ( the upper east side )  to two doctors, his lovely but hollow mother and his cold and distant father. when he was a baby his father had an affair with another married woman resulting in the birth of his half sister, lydia montgomery, but they never grew up so much as knowing the other’s name.

he played lacrosse at his private preppy annoying rich kids high school, and surprisingly was really good at it, but he quit after a series of unfortunate events that would ultimately lead to his first stint in rehab.

he’s a dealer. he’s been a dealer since he was a freshman in high school, when he realized he could use the money to stop relying on his parent’s income and his inheritance that he was positive he would sooner be murdered for than ever receive.

at first he didn’t even do the drugs that he sold, he just pocketed the money and had a little hustle, but he inevitably started smoking the weed, and when he widened his range of inventory  ( he called it diversifying his assets )  he took a lot of everything else as well. it meant he didn’t have to sit in his numbness anymore so alright baby!

heavy partier, heavy drinker, heavy user. his grades and his performance on the field dropped drastically. he slept around a lot  ( tried to. he’s very much Gay but that realization didn’t come for a long time )  and pretty much turned into a giant dickwad.

DRUNK DRIVING TW. REHAB TW. he crashed his dad’s lamborghini one night driving blackout and when he woke up in his hospital he found his parents had packed his bags and enrolled him in rehab.

he doesn’t talk about it.

boarding school came next, and old habits die hard, but he managed to graduate. he went to college and got a degree in chemistry because he’s surprisingly smart but he’s never learned how to work an honest job and he doesn’t plan on it. 

he put himself in rehab sometime between his freshman and sophomore year. he talks about it sometimes. not ashamed of it and it actually helped him quite a bit.

DEATH TW. near the end of what was supposed to be his senior year, he received the news that his mother had passed. it was most likely his father’s doing, but white rich men can get away with anything, so he sits free. caleb steals mercilessly from him to get by, but deep down, he’s really quite terrified of the man and chose to travel around aimlessly after graduation to avoid going back to new york.

wound up in irving after a bender that lead him to abernathy creek somehow and he liked it so he’s been crashing there ever since. he doesn’t really know how long it’s been so i do not know either <3 probably about two months but he doesn’t remember half of even that <3

MISCELLANEOUS :  

he’s still a dealer. marijuana, pills, powder, miscellaneous concoctions, he’ll sell you anything. he’d gotten a lot better about using in the time leading up to his mother’s death but that wagon’s been fallen off.

he’s really depressed. he’s always been really depressed but he’s. on the up right now.

never not wearing sweats. pretty bad at remembering to shave. a man of culture! still will find an excuse to dress up for theme parties which are his secret lifeblood, especially if they’re stupid.

he’s gay just straight up not straight at all. had his awakening in college and hasn’t looked back.

lives to torment others, can’t take anything seriously, and genuinely a puppy of a person. quite frankly extremely annoying in the wrong crowd. 

tall and lanky and scrappy he has a lot of anger the kind of person who probably bit a lot of people as a child. unapologetically chaotic.

he’s intelligent but he’s also super unmotivated. he straight up did not attend class and scraped by literally by the grace of some god. he doesn’t use his brain much at all. 

lazy. hates labor. crude sense of humor. 

a really fucking good time <3 he will invite himself to parties he does not need to be asked he somehow just knows. he calls it a sixth sense for sniffing out heathenism. 

likes almost everyone but also dramatic. sleeps around. lives for causing chaos and being the center of attention and unapologetic about it.

WANTED CONNECTIONS : 

couches he crashes on if he doesn’t think he’ll make it back to the commune because he’s too inebriated to stand or simply too lazy to find his way back.

hookups. he may call you back but only if he’s lonely. actually has a good heart but where has that ever gotten him? 

friends. a whole friend group please. messy. let’s start drama. 

people he sells to, people he buys from, other dealers that don’t like that this dude who somehow always has good shit has landed themselves in town and is making himself a Presence. 

someone he met while singing a duet at the bar and now they’re attached at the hip. stealing from karaoke night theme because i think this is how he would genuinely make friends. 

someone who doesn’t like him and he’s so self absorbed he hasn’t noticed at all. 

people who live in abernathy creek and are literally like what the fuck are you doing here. you stole my bed. and he says i’m sorry <3 do u want to get a drink? 

people who do not want him to leave town and every time he says i must be going say .. no please don’t. 

um i don’t know i can come up with a million random scenarios for him i’ll put out a plot call and come up with more if none of these work? 

[brianc521]

Gears of Love | Raul Mendes

Mechanic!Raul | OC!Juniper

Juniper Kelly’s biggest dream was to become a published author. It’d been her dream since high school when she posted a few Fanfiction pieces on a website dedicated for fanfic and got tons of hits right away. She had her own account and racked up a pretty big audience that always requested for more, and every so often left her words of encouragement.

She’d built her whole life around her dream once she graduated. She read every book she could get her hands on, she pushed herself to write things that were out of her comfort zone, she researched random topics in hopes of adding dimension to the characters she created.

She found inspiration in everything. It’s how she met the one thing that gives her the most inspiration, her boyfriend, Raul Mendes.

Raul Mendes was a young mechanic who has just recently taken over his father's auto body shop. Raul has always liked working with his hands, it’s the one thing that kept him out of trouble through his younger years. He was a triplet, and between him and his brothers he was the known bad boy. When they all turned 16 his brothers opted for a Jeep and a truck when he begged for a motorcycle. Fixing up his bike and constantly learning new things about the motor is what kept him interested in school.

They both met one day while Raul was out to coffee with his brothers. It hadn’t been the first time he’d seen her there. She often was spotted in the back corner seat of Amy’s Cold Brew Place, laptop out, headphones in, typing away.

It wasn’t the first time she’d seen him either. She’d unintentionally created a whole character based off Raul. The bad boy to the new story she was writing. Well, a bad soft boy. This time though Raul was sporting a new piece of metal in his lip, and it had her going crazy. She watched his mouth as he spoke to his brothers, the way he’d tongue at the curved jewelry in his lip.

One of the brothers, Shawn who she didn’t know was his name at the time, noticed her staring and nudged Raul’s arm and nodded in her direction bringing Raul’s attention to her fatuation. Causing her to go completely red in embarrassment and hide behind her laptop screen.

Raul on the other hand bit his lip in the smug way he does and saw this as his chance to ‘shoot his shot’.

“Couldn’t help but notice you stare.” His voice was so smooth but also rough and raspy. “Hope this doesn’t sound weird, but I’ve been staring too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Raul.” He offered his hand to shake, which she did with a nervous smile.

“Juniper, but my friends call me June.”

“Juniper? That’s really pretty, I’ve never met anyone with that name.”

“It’s weird I know.” She tucked her hair behind her ear.

“It’s not.” He shook his head, touching her fingers that were on the table to get her attention. “It’s truly beautiful.”

It was right then and there where they stole each others hearts.

**

“Juniper Baby?” Raul asked as he walked through the front door, throwing his keys and wallet on the table just inside the door.

“Living room.” She called out weakly from her camped out spot on the floor in the middle of the room. Surrounding her were books and loose pieces of paper.

“Hey Gorgeous.” Raul smiled as he walked in the room, finding his girlfriend in one of his sweatshirts with her hair in a messy bun.

He got a mumbled “Hi.” In return. He chuckled, knowing she was in a completely different world right now, with the way her fingers were flying across the keyboard. So instead of interrupting he’d wandered himself in the kitchen to make her a midnight snack.

With not having much talent in the kitchen he settled on grilled cheese with a granola bar and a glass of milk. He walked back into the living room, figuring out her maze to the center of her circle where she was sitting  pretty quickly. Slowly he pushed her laptop closed, giving her plenty of time to move her fingers.

She looked up with wide eyes and smiled sheepishly. “Hi.” She whispered when he pushed the plate that holds her sandwich and granola bar into her hands.

“Hi Baby.” He leaned forward kissing her cheek. “Did you have dinner?”

“Um,” She says while taking a huge bite of her sandwich, “I nibbled.”

“On?” He rolled his eyes.

She turns and holds up a bowl full of dry cheerios.

“Baby, I know you’re in crunch time trying to finish before you meet with the publisher this week but you have to take care of yourself. You can’t meet with the publisher if you’re in the hospital after passing out for lack of nutrition.”

She sighs and nods at him.

“It’s like a job interview Baby. You have to make yourself look good. And if you go in looking like a skeleton they’re not gonna be impressed.”

“Okay.” She whines, looking down at her lap.

“Hey.” He tips her chin up. “I know my Baby can do it. I know she’s the best, she just has to know it too.”

“Yeah.”

“I love you.” He smiles, leaning a bit closer.

“I love you too.”

He kisses her lips softly, giggling as he pulls away. “You taste like cheese.”

“You taste like milk.” She replies.

“So,” He takes the last bite of his sandwich. “Can I read it yet?”

“No.” She shakes her head.

“Am I ever going to get to read this masterpiece?”

“If I have a say then no, you won’t ever get to read it.”

“What?” He gapes at her, frown pulling at his lips.

“You will read it, I just. I have to make it perfect first.”

He sets her plate aside crawling up to his hands and knees, causing her to lean back until she’s laying on the floor and he’s hovering over her. “It is perfect Juniper Baby, because you wrote it.”

She shakes her head, tapping his nose. “You’re just a sweet talker, I know your games Mendes.”

“Come on,” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to her neck. “Let me read it.”

“No.” She lets out breathlessly.

“Please.” He groans as he hikes her leg up over his waist, lips sealed to the skin behind her ear.

“No but you can keep doing that.”

“Oh can I?” He grins, hand trailing up and into her shorts. “Can I do this?” He strokes her heat from the outside of her panties, causing a friction that has her tugging at his hair and moaning into his ear.

“Yeah you can do that.”

“Mmm,” He pulls back to look at her blissed out eyes. “Let’s see what else I can do.”

**

After their raundeveous on her brainstorm notes she was sleepy and dreary eyed. Trying to fight herself to stay awake with him, but she’d had an early morning while he had a late night so he put her to bed when she dozed off on his chest. Tucked her in and kissed her forehead before heading back to the kitchen. He was still pretty wired from his stressful day at work and poured himself a small glass of whiskey.

Catching sight of the mail on the counter he took a sip of his drink and then opened the few envelopes they’d received. He sighed, setting his cup down, when he saw the electric check he had written just a week ago had bounced. Pinching the bridge of his nose he read that the few other checks he’d written for bills had bounced as well.

“Fuck me.” He mumbled, checking the bank statement he’d been emailed last night and groaned when he saw that he hadn’t been able to pay himself last week, spacing it completely since he’d already sent off the checks.

He stared at his phone that was laid out on the counter and cursed himself as he did the last thing he swore he’d ever do. He called Shawn.

“Raul? It’s like 1:30 in the morning, what are you doing up?”

“What are you doing up?”

“I’m writing a song, and you? Since I asked first?”

He grins, biting his lip as he looks to the bedroom door that was open just a hint. “Well I had a rather pleasing romp in the sheets with my girl before putting her to bed.”

“Oh gross I didn’t need to know that. Are you still in bed?”

“No what kind of animal do you think I am?”

“I’m not sure you want me to answer that.”

Raul laughs in response, letting the conversation with his brother calm him for the time being.

“But you called for a reason so what’s up?”

“Is there a chance I could meet you for coffee tomorrow morning? I need to ask you something but I want it to be in person.”

“Um sure, are you asking me to be a groomsman because I already through it was decided that I was your best man, Peter is mine, and you’re Peter’s.”

“I’m not asking you to be my best man,” Raul shakes his head. “Well, yet.”

“Oh we’ll be talking about that tomorrow too. I’ll meet you at Amy’s at 8?”

“Can we do 9? I wanna make sure the shop opens just fine.”

“Yeah that works, see you then.”

“Okay thanks.”

“Love ya bro, go to bed.”

“Love ya too. Goodnight.”

With that Raul hung up on Shawn and shook his head as he downed the rest of his whiskey and headed to bed.

**

Raul walked in the door to Amy’s at 9:26 rushing in to find Shawn, who was seated at a table with two coffee’s.

“Hey I thought you were gonna stand me up.” Shawn smiled as Raul slid into the table.

“Sorry, had an issue with a customer who was upset about the price for an oil change.”

“Doing oil changes now?” Shawn questions, sipping at his coffee.

“Yeah I needed more business so I expanded the services a little.”

“So, what’s up?”

“Okay, I need to blurt this out because I absolutely hate myself for doing this. I mean you don’t know how much I’m beating myself up over this. I feel like such a-”

“Hey, blurt it out.” Shawn cuts him off.

“Can I borrow some money?” Raul blurts, cringing at himself.

Shawn sets his cup down, and sits straighter. “Are you okay?”

Raul sighs and hangs his head. “The business is struggling this summer, I haven’t been able to pay myself for like a month now? And Juni, she’s working on her novel and baby sitting on the side, but her gigs aren’t bringing in enough, you know? I thought I had enough in my savings to last us, but after last month's rent and bills I’m drained out man. I’m trying so hard, I’m pushing myself to the breaking point, and I wrote checks for this months bills and,” He sighs shaking his head. “They bounced.”

“Raul.” Shawn sighed.

“I know, but when I wrote them the shop was making money so I was planning to pay myself but then we lost a few solid clients and I wasn’t able too. So they bounced and I don’t want to stress Juni out, she’s just now found a publisher and I’d hate myself if she didn’t go through with it to find a job. Just this once Shawn, and I’ll pay you back I swear.”

“Raul, breathe.”

Raul takes a few deep breaths and nods at his brother.

“How much?”

“$700?” Raul whispers, shoulders slouching. “I have enough to cover half the rent, but then there’s-”

“Shh.” Shawn shakes his head, pulling his wallet out. “I don’t need to know your bills and all that. Take this,” Shawn pulls out cash from his wallet. “And don’t even worry about it. I want to see June succeed in her writing. I want you to succeed at the shop, you’re both in the struggle stage before you’re gonna take off. I can see it. So take it, it’s my support for both of your dreams.”

“No I’ll pay you back. Thank you so much Shawn. You have no idea how much this means to me.”

“I do, I love you Raul, and I want to see you successful and happy.”

“I love you too Shawn.”

“Now get back to the shop.” Shawn smiles, showing his brother away.

**

Sitting in his office on his ‘lunch break’ Raul is able to pay off the bills since he’d deposited the cash Shawn gave him into his account on his way back to the shop. The moment everything balanced he was able to breathe deeply and not stutter on it.

“Where is he?” He heard from just outside his office.

“On lunch.”

Raul looked up when he heard the sound of heels clicking on the floor and then stood when Juniper walked in. She had her meeting with the editor and publisher today, meaning she’d borrowed her sisters suit and heels to dress to impress.

“Well?” He asked softly, in case it didn’t go well, but by the smile on her face he’d say it went just fine.

“They wanna publish it!” She yelled, running and jumping into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.

“Oh my god Juniper Baby that’s awesome!” He cheered. She squeezed him tighter and squealed in his ear. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“Why are you thanking me Baby?”

“Because if it weren’t for you I wouldn’t have gone for it. I wouldn’t have even started writing the book in the first place. I wouldn’t have had the chance to be able to write. I owe it all to you, so thank you. Thank you for believing in my dreams, and thank you for making them come true.”

“You made them come true Baby, I simply said that you could.”

She pulled back and held his cheeks in her hands as she kissed him passionately. “Any chance you can come home right now?” She mutters against his lips.

“You’re insatiable.” He grins, thinking back to the fun shower they’d shared this morning. “I would totally love to, but I kind of have to close the shop tonight. Connor’s Mom is throwing a surprise birthday party for his brother and he’s in charge of getting the cake.”

“Awe.” She whines, jutting her bottom lip forward. “Can you come right home after close?”

He sighs, looking at the stack of paperwork on his desk. When his eyes flick back to his girlfriend who is pleading with him. He can’t say no. I mean she’s getting her book published. “Yeah, the minute I close I’m out of here. Go home and get fancied up, I’m taking you to dinner.”

“Really?”

“Yes, my girl is gonna be a published author, she deserves to be wined and dined before she’s fucked and tucked.”

“Oh my god you did not just say that.” She hits his chest playfully, giggling as he tugs her close burying his face in her neck. “I hate you!” She laughs harder when he bites at her neck.

“You love me, don’t lie.”

**

“So tell me everything, start from the beginning.” Raul says now that the waiter has taken their orders.

She sits straighter, smiling at him with such hope in her eyes. “So the CEO of this small publishing company downtown emailed me about a week and a half ago about a manuscript I sent.”

“Mhm.”

“And she wanted me to come in with a second draft of the manuscript to meet with her and her editor. So that’s what my meeting was today. Her name is Carol Wilkins of Wilkins Stories. The editor, Jackson Perry was so kind about my work. He truly was able to grasp the essence of my characters and had wonderful notes that just expanded my work tremendously.”

“Wait so this is still your book right? You didn’t like sell the story?”

Her expression changes from excitement to horror so fast that he has to hold on to the edge of the table to stable himself.

“Why would you ever suggest such a thing? I’ve literally poured my heart and soul into this manuscript-”

“Hey,” Raul grabs her hand, bringing her back to him. “I’m not the bad guy, I’m just trying to understand this side of your world. My brain is wrapping around the idea of an editor. To me they just make sure spelling and punctuation is correct.”

“Well yes but they also help with subjects and making sure the flow of the book works.”

“Okay, I’m sorry I asked what I did, I'm just trying to understand. I’m going to have questions about this. I have no idea what you’re doing or how you do it. You’re magical to me.”

She blushes as she rolls her eyes at him. “I just see an idea and write it. Describe it. It’s nothing special.”

“I’d begged to differ. Although you haven’t let me read this certain book, you have let me read a few shorts you wrote and the fact that you can create another world, another timeline with just words is magic. It’s pure magic that you could make my heart race and break and sink to my stomach with the way a character felt.”

“You’re too much.”

“I’m not enough, clearly since I asked the horrid question I did.”

“Hey.” She squeezes his hand, brows furrowing. “Never say that to me again. You’re everything and more.”

He gives her the best smile he can, but he can’t help but feel pretty low about himself right now. The fact that he had to stoop so low and ask his multimillionaire brother for money is killing him inside. He wants to make her happy, he wants to support and take care of her. He just isn’t stable enough in the shop to do so yet. Once he’s able to be stable and pay Shawn back he’ll start to feel a little better but right now he’s feeling like a grade A loser.

**

Raul walks into the empty cold apartment with grease smeared along his brow. His strong jawline is clenched with the stress of the day he’s had, but he’s ready to shower and have a lovely dinner in with his girl.

“Juniper Baby?” He asks, not recalling if he’d seen her car in the garage.

Walking around noticing the lights are off he assumes she’s on her way from the publishing house. It’s Wednesday which was ‘Masked Singer’ nights, and also their designated date night. It’s a random day of the week to have a date night, but it’s the slowest day of the week for the shop therefore making it the only day Raul is comfortable having Connor close up for him.

He takes this time to jump into the shower real quick and get himself all put together for his lady, making sure to shave and add a little gel to his curls. He slips on a nice sweater, one of her favorites, and sets off to the kitchen to make her dinner.

As he’s plating the chicken alfredo and garlic bread he realizes how late she is on coming home. He checks his phone and doesn’t see any messages and that makes his heart beat a little quicker. Dialling her number he takes the plates to the beat up folding card table they have set as a ‘dining room’.

“Hey you’ve reached June, I’m not able to answer the phone right now but I’ll get back to you as soon as I can! Leave a message!”

He sighs as the tone sounds, “Hey Juni, just thought I’d let you know that dinner is served up for us. Um call me back when you get a chance. I can’t wait to see you, even though I’m sure you’ll walk through the door any minute. Okay I love you. Bye Baby.”

He clicks his phone off and goes to set the living room with a few blankets and pillows along with a few lit candles.

**

By 9 Raul’s pacing the apartment. He’s called her five times and every call has gone to voicemail. He’s scared because no one else has heard from her either.

When the sound of her key turning the lock on the door rings through the silent apartment Raul just about tackles her when she walks through the door. She yelps as he picks her up, sighing against her shoulder.

“Raul?” She asks confused as to what was going on.

“Are you okay?” He asks, pulling away to inspect her face. “Are you hurt? Was there an accident?”

“What?” She asks, “What are you talking about?”

“Why are you so late?” He takes a step back, arms flopping to his sides.

“I was editing with Jackson.” She takes her purse off and sets it on the table he puts his keys on. “He had this idea for-”

“But it’s date night.” He pouts. “I called you a bunch and texted you. You never responded.”

“You did?” She digs through her purse. “Oh Babe I’m sorry, I must have my phone on silent.”

“It’s still date night Juniper.” He crosses his arms. “You just bailed on me without saying anything?”

“It’s not da-” But when she looks at her phone seeing ‘Wednesday 9:07 pm’ flash on her screen she groans. “It’s date night. I’m sorry Babe. I had the days mixed up, I thought today was Tuesday.”

“I mean it’s cool if you want to bail, but at least tell me.” He says walking to the table and grabbing the two full plates of cold pasta.

“You made alfredo,” She whines. “That’s my favorite.”

“I know.”

“Raul I’m sorry.” She says grabbing his hand once he’s set the plates on the kitchen counter. “Honey I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay. I totally bailed on you and that’s not cool. I’ll make it up to you.”

“I need to go to bed.”

“No! Raul please.”

“Connor closed tonight which means I have to open, and I left a ton of paperwork because of date night. I need to make up that time I skipped tonight. So I have to go in early tomorrow.”

“How early?” She asks. “Because I have to go in early too. Let’s do a breakfast date, to make up for tonight.”

“I have to be in at 7.” He rubs his chin. “The shop doesn’t open til 9, but I could push to like 8 if you wanna do breakfast.”

She flops into one of the camp chairs that’s set up at the table. “I have to go in at 6, Carol wants to go over the changes before she leaves town for the rest of the week. But maybe lunch?”

“I can't, I have to work through lunch tomorrow because Connor has a dentist appointment.”

“Then can we do date night right now?”

“I have to go to bed Juniper.” He says putting his hands on his hips. “I’ve been up since 5 this morning, I have to be up at 5 again tomorrow.”

“Why?”

“I’ve started going to the gym with Shawn in the morning. We meet at 6 and I go straight from the gym to work. I told you this! I’ve been doing this for like 3 weeks now. Shawn’s only in town for so long.”

“You didn’t go on Monday, you stayed and we took a shower before my meeting.”

“Shawn had an early morning meeting, but we met for coffee.”

“You had time to meet Shawn for coffee on Monday but couldn’t leave early?”

“Yes I needed to ask him something.”

“What did you need to ask him?”

“Something about the business.” He waved her off, walking to the bedroom.

“What was it?”

“Does it matter?” He turns to her, watching the hurt flash across her face. “I’m taking a shower.”

“You took one when you got home. I can tell.”

“I want to take another, is that a crime? This gel shit makes my hair all gross, and I’m starting to become upset and need a moment to collect myself.”

“Okay, well, I’m gonna eat real quick and then can we talk about your day?”

“Sure.” He mumbled as he goes into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

“You never shut the door.” She whispers, staring at the closed bathroom door that's working well to divide them.

**

Raul only takes long showers when he’s upset or stressed and right now Juniper is worried it’s a combination of both considering it’s been almost an hour and a half and Raul is still in the bathroom.

She doesn’t want to invade on his personal time, but she’s really starting to worry.

“Raul, Baby?” She asks, knocking on the door softly.

“Yeah?” He croaks.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Can I come in? Join you maybe?” She asks, holding out hope that he’ll say yes.

“Um,” She hears him shuffling. “Sure.”

She smiles, knowing that her boy is still there. That he’s still with her, no matter how much she fucks up. She steps into the room quickly, stripping and slowly opening the curtain.

The sight she sees is like a sucker punch to the gut. Raul was standing under the shower head, curls stuck to his forehead, eyes red and puffy as if he’d been crying and his skin was bright red from the heat of the water.

“Baby.” She sighs, stepping in with him and turning the knob to turn the heat down a bit. “You’re gonna hurt your skin.” She whispers, hesitating to touch her.

“Okay.”

“Raul, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Please don’t lie to me. We’re already in rocky territory right now, let’s not make it worse.”

“We’re in rocky territory?” His voice cracks as he turns over his shoulder to peer at her.

“Are we?”

“You tell me?”

“Raul,” She sighs, shaking her head. “You have to tell me. I’m the one who fucked up here. I’m the one who forget about date night, I’m the one who ditched you. I’m the one beating myself up, so please tell me, are we?”

“I don’t think so.” He shakes his head. “And you don’t need to be beating yourself up. It’s okay Baby. I understand that you got caught up, and there’s been a lot on your plate suddenly. I’m so proud of you for doing this. There is just a lot going on at work right now, I’m struggling with the shop and I’m not dealing with it well.”

“What’s going on at the shop?” She asks, touching his bare back.

He relaxes at her touch, melting back into her. She slides her hands from his back around to his chest, stepping forward to hug him from behind. Resting her head between his shoulder blades, kissing at the red skin for a moment.

“Business went down when word spread that my dad retired. No one thinks I can handle the shop the way he did. No one thinks I can run the place. They all think I’m some delinquent, and not the one who was running the place a full year before Dad retired.”

“You are not delinquent.” She gasps, slipping around him to be face to face.

“Yeah well tell that to my tattoos and piercings.”

“What do tattoos and piercings have to do with how well you can work? With how successful you are?”

“I don’t know!” He cries. “Ask the fucking boomers.”

“Okay, boomer.” She snorts, remembering a reference her nephew said when she’d gone over to borrow her sisters suit. “Honestly Babe,” She plays with the slight dusting of chest hair he has. “I think you’re amazing at what you do. You understand everything with engines and motors so perfectly. You haven’t seen one car that you haven’t been able to fix. If your Dad’s old clients can’t see that, then they’re not the clients for you. It’s time to go out and find your own. I know you can do it.”

“I love you.” He sighs, tucking his face into the crook of her neck and shoulder. “You make everything better.”

“I love you too. I’m sorry I wasn’t here tonight to say this sooner. It won’t happen again.”

“It’s okay Baby.” He gives her a peck. “But I seriously need to go to bed. Shawn’s gonna kick my ass tomorrow if I’m dragging.”

She laughs and nods, turning the water off and stepping out of the shower, wrapping a towel around herself before wrapping one around him.

**

With the persona Raul gives off to the public, no one would peg him as the jealous type. He just holds this confidence in the way he goes about his life. To truly know Raul, you know that he deep down has a hint of insecurity that can manifest and spin out of control.

He’s slowly starting to spin.

He’s yet to be able to pay Shawn back, and he knows within the next two weeks another bout of bills is going to roll in. If he doesn’t hit some sort of luck of gold he’s not gonna have enough to pay them again. He won’t go back to the bank of Shawn.

Peter has just been accepted into an internship that will, within a few years, lead him into the doors of Nasa just like he’s always dreamed off. Shawn’s been nominated for a Grammy, again, and his third world tour is almost over. Aaliyah has been accepted into University of Toronto to study Cinema Studies. Juniper is editing everyday, now seeing plans for book jackets and talking about a book signing tour.

While Raul, well Raul is resorting to handing out $5 off slips in the local grocery stores to drum up more business. He’s just feeling less and less of himself, watching those most important around him start to grow while he’s plateauing.

With all of this going on, it doesn’t help that his girlfriend comes home late at night after spending the day with Jackson. He’s all she can talk about now. ‘Jackson this’, ‘Jackson that’, Raul is slowly starting to lose his goddamn mind.

Peter sits in his office while he waits for him to be done charging a new client for the rock chip fix they completed on the front windshield. When he goes to his office he feels like he can breathe deeply again when he sees his brother there.

“So how are you doing?” Peter asks when Raul sits. “I haven’t heard from you lately.”

“Um, I’m really fucking stressed out.”

“What do you mean?”

“There is so much going wrong that I can’t keep up.”

“What do you mean?” Peter asks, sitting forward. “Why haven’t you asked for help?”

“I have.” He groans, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“You have?”

“I asked Shawn.”

“Oh.” Peter leans back, a bit hurt that he wasn’t asked.

“No Pete, not like that. It’s not like that.” Raul shakes his head. “I couldn’t pay rent.” He mumbled, not making eye contact with his brother. “And as much as it disgusted me, I felt more comfortable asking Shawn for money.”

“Oh Raul.” Peter leans forward to squeeze his brothers hand for a brief moment, letting him know that he’s there for him. “Are you okay?”

“I mean no, I’m not. It fucking sucked. It fucking sucks that I might not be able to pay rent next month either.”

“What’s going on? Are you not making money?”

“Well we lost a lot of clients when Dad announced his retirement, and because of that business dropped significantly. I’m working on bringing some back, but it’s taking longer than I expected.”

“Can I help at all?”

“Know about $4000 worth of cars that need fixing?”

“Well no,” Peter shakes his head. “But like, can us as a family help?”

“Well,” Raul rubs the slight stubble on his chin. “Loretta is planning to retire,” He says, talking about the front desk receptionist. “I was thinking of asking Li if she’d be interested. I mean, she could work around class, and I’d be real flexible, school comes first.”

“Totally, and if you need another mechanic I can jump in and help. More hands mean more cars right?”

“No, Pete you just got that internship.”

“Yeah, on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.” Peter shrugs. “I ain’t got nothing going on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays.”

“Are you sure?”

“Totally, and like you can pay me minimum, I don’t need a whole lot. Plus I know you hate the new kid you hired. Brock right?”

“Yeah,” Raul sighs. “I mean he shows a bit of potential but like he’s so arrogant, and rude to customers. He’s driving away business.”

“So get rid of him, bring me on, keep Connor. And we’ll make it a family business again.”

“Are you sure Pete? Because I don’t want to overwhelm you, you’re dreams need to come before the shop.”

“No don’t do that.” Peter shakes his head. “The shop is your dream. My dreams aren’t superior to yours.”

“Let me talk to Li before we make any final plans okay?” Raul says, standing to hug his brother, because it feels like a weight was just completely lifted from his shoulders.

**

“Hey!” Aaliyah cheered when she looked up to see Raul walking into her bedroom. She hadn’t know he was coming over.

“Hey Kid.” He smiled, catching her as she leapt into his arms for a hug. “How you doing?”

“I’m good, staying busy.” She laughs, sitting back on her bed while Raul sits in the chair that sits at her vanity.

“How busy?”

“Um, just school and hockey.”

He nods, and looks around her room to stall.

“What’s up Raul? Why’d you stop by?”

“Can’t want to see my baby sister?” He asks looking back at her again.

“You can, if you ever did.” She giggled. “So what’s up?”

“Hey, I want to see you all the time.” He objects.

“Raul, you’re stalling. I know you, what’s up?”

“You want a job?” He blurts, eyes wide.

“What?” She breathes out.

“Fuck me,” He groans. “Okay what I meant to say is, Loretta at the shop is retiring, but she told me she’d wait until I found her replacement before she left the shop. She’s all worried with Dad retiring and now her that I’ll be left alone and screw the whole shop up. I know that’s not the case, but as I was thinking about replacing Loretta, I realized that all the people I’ve had to replace doesn’t make the shop feel like home anymore. It doesn’t feel like a family. I’d like to get back to that. So,” He shrugs, “If you’re looking for a job, that you can have through college, I’d love for you to join me at the shop as the receptionist.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I think you’d be really good at it. You know everything there is to know about the shop already, you know most of the customers. I’d be there with you everyday, Pete a few days out of the week.”

“Wait, Pete?”

“Yeah Pete talked to me about taking Brock’s shifts because his new internship is only three days a week. He’s willing to help out, and it’ll give him practice on working on motors before he goes all pro and starts working for Nasa.”

“I hate that Brock guy, he’s a creep.”

“He is, he’d be completely gone if you join us. I don’t want you around him, or really vice versa.”

“But I’ll have class.”

“And as your super proud older brother I’d much rather you go to class than to the shop. So if you did decide to join us, I’d be totally flexible to your schedule. We can switch it up anytime we need to, like if you feel you need more time to study one week that’s perfectly fine. If you want more hours because you don’t have so much going on, then you’ll have them. Whatever you want, I'll give you.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I want you Li. I miss seeing you everyday, and I think you’d be a great asset to the shop I’m trying to run.”

“Okay, yes. I’m in.”

“Oh my god!” Raul cheers, jumping up to hug his sister. “Yay! I can’t wait.”

“So what else is going on? I saw June like two weeks ago and she seems busy.”

“She is.” Raul nods. “She’s really busy.”

“You sound, bitter? About that.” She says, trying to figure out what the right word is to describe Raul’s reaction.

“I just,” He sighs. “I just feel a little jealous I guess. She spends so much time with Jackson, her editor. He’s literally all she talks about when she’s home. I can’t go two sentences without the guys name being in there. I love her to death, and their closeness scares me a little.”

“Raul, no, she loves you.”

“Lately, I’ve been worried about that. I just feel so inadequate. This Jackson guy has so much to offer her. I mean he’s her editor to start, but like he also knows what the fuck she talks about 99% of the time. While I’m over here floundering because she’s talking hyperbole's and foreshadowing. I mean I stay up late just to look those fucking words up because I don’t remember jackshit from school.”

“But you care Raul, I mean you’re looking the words up for heaven's sake.”

“I’m just a mechanic Li, not even a good one at that. How am I any help to her. I don’t read, ever, and I can’t proof her shit because I don’t know what that entails. I mean she doesn’t even let me read her work anyway, that’s how ashamed she is.”

“She is not ashamed of you Raul. You mean so much more to her than you even know. It’s astounding the way she speaks about you. I can’t even begin to do it justice because I can’t. You’re everything to her, you just need to listen when she tells you so.”

“I don’t know Li.”

“I think you need to talk to her about this. I think she needs to know how you’re feeling. How is it supposed to get better when the person you’re stressed over doesn’t even know your stressed about them?”

“Yeah I guess you’re right.”

“Then go home and talk to her, please.”

“It is date night, maybe I’ll talk to her tonight.” He nods, kissing his sisters cheek as a goodbye as he starts to leave. “I’ll text you when I’ve fired Brock, I don’t want you to start until he’s gone.”

**

Raul checks his phone as he gets in his car, noticing he’s got a few texts.

iMessage from Superstar Shawn: Okay loser, Petey’s coming by tonight for pizza and beer to watch the game. Be there or be square.

iMessage from Pete’s Dragon: What did Li say?

iMessage from My Juni <3: Hey, sorry honey I can’t make it home in time for date night tonight. Carol wants to talk book jacket bio

Raul rolls his eyes, replaying her ‘it won’t happen again’ back in his head. He knows he shouldn’t be upset and grumpy over this. Her dreams are coming true and that’s all he’s ever wanted for her. He just didn’t realize for her dreams to come true, their relationship would be put on hold.

iMessage to Superstar Shawn: I’ll be there

iMessage to Pete’s Dragon: I’ll tell ya tonight.

**

Raul has distanced himself a bit from Juniper, not wanting to ask the dire questions he needs answered in the slight chance that he won’t get the answer he wants. The ‘what if’ is too grave for him to risk.

Since she’s cancelled on him twice now for date night, in favor of working on her book he just feels like right now that’s the most important thing in her life. He’s trying to allow her to let that be important without her having to worry about anything else that’s going on in their lives at the moment.

The distance is something that’s taking a toll on Juniper. She’s been asked to write a more in-depth version of one of the last chapters of her book, and since the inspiration for the book seems to be super far away, she’s in the worst block she’s ever had.

“Juniper, go home.” Jackson says. “You need the night with him, actually you need like a week straight alone with him.”

What Juniper didn’t expect to find when she walked in the door was Raul hunched over the table, head in his hands as he reads through a bunch of paperwork.

“Hey.” She says softly, hoping not to startle him. “What’s all this?” She asks, referring to the opened envelopes all over the table.

“Nothing.” Raul grunts. “What’s wrong? Why are you home?”

“Hi, nice to see you too Dear.” She pokes his shoulder, teasingly. “I wanted to spend some time with you. I miss my boyfriend.”

“Well he’s always here Juniper.” Raul spits, shrugging off her hands that had started to massage his shoulders. She stares at the back of his head appalled that he’d called her Juniper, not Juniper Baby.

“I know, and I appreciate that. I’m always here for you too.” She plants a kiss to his mop of curls.

“No you’re not.” He stands, grabbing the papers in a rush. As he turns to walk out of the dining room area that leads to the kitchen, he drops a paper. Juniper reaches down to grab it for him, but looks at it first.

“What is this?” She gasps. “A final notice?”

“Give me that.” Raul turns on his heel in a hurry to snatch the paper form her.

“Wait, is this our phone bill?” She steps out of his reach as she continues to read the bill.

“No!” He reaches for it again.

“Wait-” She stops him, pulling the other bills from his hands. Watching as he sighs in defeat, hanging his head. “Almost all of these are final notices.”

“Yeah well.” He scratches the back of his neck as she siffles through papers.

“Raul,” She looks up at him. “Why didn’t you tell me about this? I thought we were in this together, no?”

At this Raul snaps, his spin spins out of control and he loses it all.

“Me too!” He raises his voice. “But lately you haven’t been here! I’ve been here,” He points to his chest. “Me, I’ve been here. And guess what Juniper, we’re fucking broke. News flash, you’re 16 hour days of editing are unpaid.”

“Hey.” She says softly.

“I can’t do it on my own anymore. I mean fuck, the shop is just now starting to make money again. This is the first month I’ve been able to pay myself since I took over. We can finally make this month’s rent by the skin of our teeth.”

“Wait.” She stops him, now starting to ramp up to his anger. “If you’ve just now been able to pay yourself, then how have we paid rent the four months we’ve lived here?”

“Well the first two months totally drained my savings, and last month I had to go to Shawn.”

She gasps as she looks at him. She takes a step back, eyes wide, mouth agape. “You what?”

“I had to, what else was I going to do?”

“Talking to me about it would have been a good start. You didn’t Raul, you didn’t drain everything?”

“How were we going to pay rent?” He exclaims, waving his hands around. “Hate to say it, but this hellhole we live in that barely has heat and no dishwasher is expensive.”

“Raul,” Her eyes go misty. “I can’t believe you.”

“What? What did I do now? Sorry I’m not fucking perfect okay? I was just trying to be enough so you could live out your dream. But I couldn’t fucking do it on my own, as much as I wanted to, I couldn’t.”

“We were supposed to do it together Raul.” She sighs, shaking her head.

“How?” He laughs desperately. “How was I supposed to help make your dreams come true in any other way? Hmm? I’m not Jackson, Juniper. I can’t edit your writing, I mean you won’t even let me read it. I get it, I’m not smart like you. I don’t read and write, I understand you don’t want me to read your work. The least I can do, to feel somewhat adequate in this relationship was to make sure you weren’t worried about money.”

“What?” She stares at him. “What do you mean feel adequate in this relationship?” She stands appalled at the words he’s just spoken.

“I mean, what else am I to you?”

“The love of my life.” She cuts him off. “How could you think otherwise? Raul I don’t need you to be able to edit my work. I don’t need you to read or be anything you aren’t. I need you to be you. I need you.” She wipes away the tear that’s rolling down her cheek. “I can’t believe I’ve made you feel that way. You’re everything to me. I haven’t let you read my work, but not because I don’t want you to. Or that I think you’re not smart enough, or some bullshit like that. Because that’s, that’s utter bullshit. Raul I haven’t let you read my book because it’s about you, and I’m scared that it’s not perfect enough to show you yet.”

“It’s what?” Raul deflates, falling back into the counter a little.

“It’s about you. It’s a love story between a young author and a mechanic.” She digs through her backpack that she set next to the table when she walked in. She grabs a book and hands it to him. “This is the first printed copy. It’s not the actual copy we’ll print because we’re still adding scenes. But this was my manuscript I sent in. Carol printed it for me so I can have both this copy and the edited copy to compare.”

Raul stares at the book in her hands, at the book jacket that reads ‘Gears of Love’. She holds it out to him, and gently he takes the book. He turns it over to read the back summary that reads.

A love story like no other. Can dreams really lead you to the rest of your life? Follow Katie Fallon, an aspiring author who meets Bryce Mills when her car breaks down on her way home from the library one night. Bryce is the local mechanic who tows Katie's car back to his shop. It’s a tale for the ages as Katie consistently bumps into Bryce around town, and Bryce falls head over engines for the cute girl that dotted her I’s with hearts.

“You dot your I’s with hearts.” Raul looks up, staring into Juniper’s eyes.

“When you read the book you’ll find out that Bryce has a head of brown curls, and the most annoying brothers Katie’s ever met. It doesn’t mention it in the summary, but Bryce is a triplet.”

“You wrote a book about me?” Raul whispers, eyes lighting up.

“Yeah, you inspired me the first day you ever walked into Amy’s. I started writing this book then. After our first date the whole idea just took off, and with every day I’ve spent with you after this book has grown more and more. Honestly, I’m writing the sequel right now.”

“A sequel?” He smiles.

“It’s why I’ve been spending so much time with Jackson, rewriting the end of this book so I can lead into the sequel seamlessly.”

“Oh Juniper Baby.” He coos, bending his knees enough to pick her up and hauled her into his chest. “You’re amazing.”

“I love you so much Raul. I’m sorry I’ve made you feel otherwise.”

“No Baby, I should have talked to you about it sooner.”

“I should have been talking to you about all of this from the get go, and I shouldn’t have cancelled another date night.”

“Stop.”

“No you stop, I’m apologizing.”

“I don’t want it.”

“Raul.” She pulls back to look at him. “I want-”

“If the next word out of your mouth isn’t cuddles then you might as well just not say anything. Because I’m gonna take you into our bedroom, and cuddle the shit out of you while I explain to you all the changes I made to the shop, and how we need to, as a couple, figure out our saving plan. Okay?”

“Okay.” She nods.

“First give me a kiss?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

**

This book is dedicated to my amazing boyfriend Raul. He’s my daily inspiration and without his love and support this book would have never happened. This is all for you Honey, I love you!

Raul cried when she gave him his very owned signed copy, reading the dedication in the front broke the tears from his eyes.

“Oh Juniper Baby.” He whined, turning around hugging her as she hands the rest of his family their copies as well. “I can’t believe you.”

“Ha! Raul you’re the dedication.” Aaliyah laughs, reading the page. “That’s so sweet.”

“It was the least I could do.”

“Babe,” Raul shakes his head. “You just bought us a new TV.”

“Well, I mean you needed something to go with your new Xbox.”

“You got a new Xbox?” Peter pipes up.

“Yeah was gonna invite you over for a game night this week.” Raul smiles, wiggling his eyebrows at Peter. “Since she’s forcing me to keep it after I’ve told her a thousand times to take it back.” He gives Juniper a look.

“I wanted to get you something, now shut up about it.” 

“I’m in.” Peter nods dumbly.

“Y’all I better have an invite, it’s been awhile since I beat your ass at Fifa.” Aaliyah shoved her brothers shoulders.

“Will Shawn be in town?” Juniper asked.

“Um, I think he gets back in town Wednesday.” Peter said. “So does Thursday work?”

“Works perfect for me.” Aaliyah speaks up.

“Yeah we can hang after work.” Raul nods.

“How’s the shop Raul?” Manuel asks.

“It’s going really well, we made almost $6000 more than we were projected to this last month. Was able to give everyone a bit of a bonus for hanging in there and getting us through the tough times. But it’s good. Business is racking up for holidays.”

“Yeah we have like 6 oil changes scheduled for tomorrow and Peter’s still working on that Jeep while Raul’s working on a Motorcycle for some primo guy from the Hamptons right?” Aaliyah smiles.

“Yeah shipped his bike all the way here because I happened to work on one of his buddies bikes a few weeks back. He’s paying top dollar for parts and labor. It’s a good deal, and it’s a nice bike to work on.” Raul nods.

“I’m proud of you Raul, you really turned the shop around. I knew you were the perfect fit.”

“Hmm,” Juniper smiles, rubbing Raul’s back. “I feel like I’ve said that a time or two.”

“I know,” Raul nods. “Thank you for believing in me.”

“Thank you for believing in me.” She smiles.

[puerile-jewles]

Currently thinking about what would happen if the !!Puerile group met my other ocs... from the !!Hysteria group...

TW: Intense swearing, use of the t slur offensively and reclaimed (I can reclaim, that’s why I type it out)

The Hysteria group currently has two main members, Devin and Harley. What you need to know about them is that they’re hooking up, but Harley has never been with a boy before. So besides from them fucking eachother, they’re getting girls frequently. Total fuck boys. Some of the things they say will be considered offensive. That’s because this group is not made to be respectful and fun like this group is. They’re traumatized, broke, and confused about their entire identity. Their stories are more real than the !!Puerile group for a reason. You also need to know that in Harleys introduction when talking about his gender, he says what he’s doing with Devin is “super gay” considering that Devin isn’t a “tranny” which contexts dialogue between them. If you don’t like characters that have tendencies to be offensive, Devin and Harley will not be for you

So... if they met my !!Puerile group this is how it would go!

*Everyone is forced to sit together at a table, having known each others introductions*

Kavin: Nice to meet you, my names Kavin. *goes to shake Devins hand*

Devin: *daps him up* sup

Kavin: *confused*

Harley: *shakes Kevin’s still extended hand* nice to meet you too.

*awkward silence*

Harley, leaning forward: So... *points to Lilith then Kavin* you guys fuck?

*Lillith and Kavin automatically give him a weird look*

Devin, slapping Harley: They’re 17 fuckass

Harley: What! Its fucking true they’re dating!

Devin: Yeah and they’re minors. Wanna get sued Harley? Dumbass.

Harley: *grumbles* Sorry. Anyways, my names Harley, that’s Devin. Bad first impression. I won’t ask shit like that anymore. *smiles*

Lilith, still slightly uncomfortable: it’s fine.

Devin: *puts his feet up on the table and groans, tilting his head back*

*The Puerile group give each other strange looks*

Harley: So Kel’s, you’re the youngest here eh?

Kellie: Yeah, I’m 15

Harley: Crazy man.

Kellie, accusingly: So... why did you say tranny in reference to Devin?

Devin: WHAT!

Harley: Oh. Oh! You’re one of them right? Yeah sorry bro, didn’t mean to offend anyone. *puts his hands up defensively* won’t happen again

Devin: You called me a tra- *coughs* uh the... t slur? You’ve seen my dic-

Harley, slapping his hand on Devins mouth: Shut up

Devin: *licks Harleys hand*

Harley: EW!

*Devin and Harley laugh*

Harley, looking at Angela: he’s gross isn’t he?

Angela, laughing: Sure

*Silence*

DeVante: Harley, you’re Hispanic right?

Harley: Yes sir.

DeVante: Me too.

Harley: Aw man! No way! Fucking gnarly dude!

Harley: Oh, and Kels and Devin are Swedish right?

Kellie, uninterested: Yeah, I’m Swedish.

Harley: Oh cheer up Kels.

*Kellie rolls his eyes*

Kavin, trying to clear the air: So, any hobbies?

Devin, pointing to Harley: Fucking him. As you know.

*Kavins eyes go wide*

Harley, laughing: shut up!

Harley: We skateboard, go to clubs, hang out at uh... spots.

Kavin: Oh. Cool. I wanted to skateboard but it didn’t go so well.

Harley, laughing: I bet.

Devin: With a body like yours bet you fall a lot

Kavin: ... yeah.

Angela: What do you mean by “spots”?

Devin, smirking: Smoke spots babygirl

Angela: Oh... I see.

Kavin, whispering to Lilith: I don’t like them.

Lilith: Me too.

Devin: What did you say? Huh?

Kavin: nothing.

Devin, sarcastically: Yeah sure. *scans the group* Anyways Me and Harley here got places to be, you know, *makes smoking motion and smirks*

Harley, shaking his head: Yeah but, *looks at Angela* you can call me. Promise I’ll treat you nicely. You’re pretty, angelic even *smirks*

Angela: Uh, thanks.

Harley: *leans closer* We can fix you. *winks*

*Angela looks away, even more uncomfortable*

Devin: *gets his feet off the table* Well, see you later. Harley, get my coat

Harley: Sure, *rises, grabs and hands Devin his coat*

Devin: Not even gonna put it on for me? Fucker.

*they laugh and leave*

—

Kavin: What the fuck was that.

Kellie: I swear to god, Devin was about to say tranny.

Angela, her arms wrapped around her chest: Yeah...

*Lillith places her hand on Angela’s shoulders*

Lillith: Sorry they said that to you Angel.

Angela: It’s fine, nothing you could’ve done

DeVante, leaning back into his chair: They where here like five minutes then left...

Kavin: Good, honestly

Kellie: I never wanna run into them again.

DeVante: Yeah, Fucking pricks

All and all, they would NOT like each-other at all

That’s all for this post, hopefully more writing will come soon!

[safflowerseason]

The OC season 1 is high-key perfection (and so is second half of season 2, from rainy day women onwards)!! There are a few The OC podcasts out there now. But they nearly all hate Marissa, which totally sours my experience. In fucking 2020, can we not find someone who sees Marissa for the harmless teenage girl that she is

Preach, Anon! Just having rewatched S1, like...Marissa is a sixteen year old girl who clearly has a messed-up relationship with her own body. Can we maybe look at her character with some nuance?! Can we talk about how she’s deeply sexualized by all the men in her life in gross ways?? Can we talk about her very legitimate traumas? Maybe we need to start our own podcast. Marissa basically welcomes Theresa into her life because she loves Ryan so much. God. She has a big bleeding heart that she tries to fix by helping others and it gets her into trouble because she’s a teenager and her brain is literally still developing. We can critique the writing, for sure (and the acting), but the character itself...let’s get real about what we’re watching.

(I also think Kelly Rowan and Melinda Clarke’s work on this show is completely underrated.) 

[adventuresinwonderlust]

Title: Big Brother- “The New Kid” Part 2

Pairing: Yoongi x OC aka Tessa Ft. Tae (Brother) Ft. Jin (Bros BFF)

Warnings: abusive language, slight bullying, fluff, angst, lots of cursing, slow burn/ build-up

Rating: 18 and over

“TESSAAAAAAA!!!!” I jump up at the sound of Tae yelling for me from downstairs. I leap out of bed and rush down to meet his call. “What’s going on?” I ask between breaths. “Check this out.” He waves me over, calmly now, from the kitchen window. I take my place beside him and peer out the window to see Yoongi in the backyard at Mrs. Mark’s place mowing the lawn. “Don’t be a creeper Tae. Is that what you hollered for? You scared me!” I punch his arm. “She hired help,” Tae looks over at me like a hurt kid, “Why? I was helping just fine. Maybe I did something wrong.” I roll my eyes. “Oh god Tae. He’s her exchange student. I saw her yesterday. He just moved here; he’s going to be staying here. She doesn’t need your help anymore.” I open the fridge and find nothing to eat. “We need to do a store run.” I say to the back of Tae’s head as he stares out the window again. “Hello,” I call out to him, “Earth to Tae!” He turns to me looking puzzled. “So, like, he’s gonna live with her? That’s weird no?” “Why is that weird? She’s doing something good for someone in need.” I cross my arms and stare at Tae who looks as if he is solving a math equation. “So, he’s some poor kid looking for a handout?” “No, you’re just some poor kid looking for a handout. He’s is an educated mind in need of a helping hand.” Tae scoffs. “We should go say hi.” He suggests. “I introduced myself yesterday. Let’s focus on eating. We need to do a store run.” “You’re right sorry.” “Cool, so let’s make a list and get some stuff done.” I pull out a piece of paper and a pen. I look up and see that Tae has left. “Shit, Tae!” I call out.

I head out the front and towards the back of the house. Tae is leaning on Mrs. Mark’s fence waving to catch Yoongi’s attention. I see Yoongi appear at the fence stone face and sweaty with a black cap on backwards. He dries his face with his sleeve. I catch up and jump in front of Tae. “Hey Yoongi!” He nods at bright wave. Tae shoves me over. “I’m Tae, Tessa’s brother, she was telling me that you just moved here and will be living with Kelly. So, what’s your deal man?” I shoot Tae a ‘What the fuck’ look. Yoongi looks at me and then Tae, not a wink of emotion on his face. I chuckle nervously. I look back at Tae whose eyes shift from me to Yoongi. “Well? What are you a mute?” Tae looks at me. Yoongi licks his lips looking rather annoyed. “Mute? No. I just have hard time understanding your dumb down slang. I have no…uh…. Deal as you say.” He gives a small smile and I can’t help but laugh at his sarcasms. Tae’s face shift and I straightened up. He reminds me of my father when he’s mad. “Well Mandu, I’d be sure to not have a deal. I’m not exactly the type of guy you wanna fuck around with, get me?” Yoongi scoffs. “Mandu? That’s good. I have never heard this one. So…. original.” He looks from Tae to me and walks back over to the mower, starting it up again and moving back across the yard. I punch Tae in the side. “What the fuck Tae? You’re such an asshole!” I say walking back towards my house. Tae follows behind me. “Oh, I’m the asshole. That kid is a fucking asshole, he seems like he can handle himself just fine. You saw how he egged me on.” “Leave him alone Tae, I’m warning you.” I shoot him a mom look. “Now get ready, we are doing a store run!” I shout heading up the stairs.

Tae and I drive over to the supermarket in our moms old Rav4. Dad fixed her up and gave it to Tae as a gift. “Why do you think Mrs. Mark’s didn’t tell me about this Yoongi kid?” Tae asks suddenly as we park. “Who gives a fuck Tae? She has other things to worry about. At least it gives you more time to focus on football and getting that scholarship. That is what’s important right now.” He doesn’t say anything as we walk into the market. We walk around and fill our cart with the essentials for survival. “Tessa, Tae, hi!” Mrs. Mark’s appears and waves us over. Tae seems to straighten up. “Hey! How are you?” I ask. “We met Yoongi this morning.” Tae blurts out. “Oh, yes! I spoke with Tessa about Yoongi, and I have been meaning to talk with you as well Tae.” Just as she goes to explain further Yoongi appears with an arm full of things and loads them in the cart. “Oh! It’s my new friend, Yoongi!” Tae says brightly reaching his hand up for Yoongi to high five. Yoongi chuckles suspiciously but obliges. “Tae my friend. They have Mandu here. In the frozen section, I hear you are big fan.” Yoongi says with a smirk. Tae chuckles and looks over to Mrs. Mark’s. “Maybe I should come by during the week and clear the gutters. We can chat and what not.” Tae says to her. “Uh. Well, Yoongi has been a huge help already so, uh, maybe we can grab lunch and I can say thank you for helping me so much this summer.” Tae nods.

I can’t help but feel the tension rise up in Tae, twin senses. Just as I go to interject in their conversation, I can’t help but feel watchful eyes on me. I turn to see Yoongi staring in his famous pose, right hand holding his left arm. I make my way closer to him. “I’m sorry about what Tae said earlier. He can be a jerk sometimes. He means nothing by it though.” I whisper. He nods and looks me up and down. “So, Tessa, what’s your deal?” He teases. I can’t help but appear taken aback by his use of Tae’s line from earlier. Suddenly he bursts out laughing. I can’t help but join in, it’s the most emotion I’ve ever seen on his face. “We should hang out tomorrow. I can show you around town.” I blurt out. He composes himself and looks over at Tae. “Big brother won’t like that.” He points towards Tae. “I’m older actually, by two minutes, and fuck Tae. He’s not the boss of me.” He looks at me again stone faced. “Twins,” He nods, “I don’t know. I will text you.” “Fair enough.” I say. “Tae,” I interrupt his and Mrs. Mark’s conversation, “Let’s get home.” He nods clearly annoyed and we all go our separate ways. We drive back in silence.

After putting away groceries, I hit my laptop and start writing. I am off to a great start when I hear the faint sound of music from my window. I walk over to the other side of my room and sit at my vanity. I lean down into the window sill to try and see into Yoongi’s window. I can hear the music better and immediately know it’s coming from his piano. “You hear Picasso over there?” I hear Tae from my bedroom door. I lift my head slowly and shake my head. “You’re an idiot Tae. Good thing you don’t need a brain for football.” I respond. “What? You don’t seriously like that kid Tess? He’s a weirdo.” He says, plopping down on my bed. “Why,” I shrug, “He is just getting acclimated to a new everything, you on the other hand, are a fool who has no clue that Picasso was an artist not a pianist.” My phone vibrates. ‘Ok stalker. Tomorrow.’ The unsaved number says. I look over to Yoongi’s window to catch him waving at me and then walking away. “I need the Rav4 for tomorrow.” I blurt out. “Uh. Uh. I’m meeting Jin tomorrow.” He shakes his head. “Ok, so tell him to pick you up in the morning.” I argue. “What do you need it for?” He inquires. “Do I ask why you need the car Tae?” “It’s my fucking car!” He shouts. I scoff. Suddenly an idea pops into my head. “Mrs. Mark’s asked if I could take Yoongi out tomorrow. I feel bad but I guess I’ll have to tell her no.” I sigh. Tae’s expression changes. “Really? Sheesh. Alright Tess. Maybe she needs a break from that kid already.” “Maybe,” I reply, “So, you’ll lend it to me? Have Jin come get you?” “Yes, Tess. You can borrow my car but just a few hours.” “Yay!” I exclaim and hug him. “Gross. Pay me back by making dinner, how about that?” He shoves me away.

The following morning, I am up and ready early, trying to sneak pass my drunk father, who once again is passed out on the couch. I head into the kitchen and grab a couple bottles of water. I make my way to the door. “Where you headed girl?” My father grumbles, sitting up and rubbing his head. “I’m going out with friends.” I say. There’s a knock on the door and my heart drops. “I have to go.” I say to him. He doesn’t object and I run to the door. I slide out and see Yoongi standing on the porch. “I didn’t know you were coming over here. I would’ve come to get you.” I tell him. “It’s not proper for the lady to pick up the man.” He says. I laugh nervously. “Well, let’s just go.” I whisper and hurry over to Tae’s car. “Why do you whisper?” Yoongi asks, looking around. “No reason.” I jump into the driver seat and he into the passenger seat. “So, where are we going?” He asks. I nervously move the gear shift and hit the gas and we careen towards the house. “Woah, woah! STOP!” Yoongi yells as I quickly hit the brakes. “Sorry.” I say and move the shift into reverse. “Do you know how to drive? Is this your first time?” He questions. He is in full panic mode, still bracing himself in his seat. “Like riding a bike.” I smile as we speed off. Yoongi eases now but side-eyes me the whole time. “So, tell me about yourself? You must miss your mom and dad?” I poke, curious as to his personal life. “I call my mom one time every week. To check in.” He replies. He opens his window slightly and the rush of wind blows his hair around.

“Only once a week. That isn’t a lot. She must be worried. New country, different language. New people.” I’m really prying. “No. She is a busy woman. I am getting older. She wants me to get a good education.” He states plainly. “How about you? Tell me about you. Most popular girl.” He quickly shifts the focus. “Well, I grew up here. It’s me, Tae and my dad. My mom passed away a year ago. It has been hard, but we get by. My dad owns the car shop in town. Tae is going for a football scholarship this year. He’s good, like really good. The school is whatever. Like most I’m sure. I think you’re gonna fit in just great honestly. It’ll be nice to get some fresh meat in this boring old town.” Yoongi doesn’t say anything. I continue. “I figure we can grab breakfast and walk around town. There are a bunch of cool spots to see and a shopping complex.” I look over to him and get nothing. “Earth to Yoongi. What’s going on in that big brain of yours?” I ask. “I am not so interesting,” He says, “Not much to tell. Not like you. So much insight.” “Look, if this is going to work, I am going to need a little more than clipped responses from you. I want to be friends. So, just be yourself. Tell me something no one knows.” I implore. “I like pancakes.” He says and I begin to worry that this may have been a terrible idea.

I grab a parking spot outside of Taylor’s Diner, a local spot in town that a lot of the school kids frequent. We grab a booth by the window and are given menus by Gladys, who’s been a waitress here since I was little girl. “Hiya Tessa. Who’s your friend?” She smiles at Yoongi, who gives her a small tight smile. “I’m Yoongi. Nice to meet you.” He says and I am shocked that he even responded. “Well, welcome Yoongi. It’s great to meet you. Any idea of what you’d like to eat or drink?” He looks down and then back at Gladys. “Iced coffee please and pancakes.” He closes his menu and hands it to her. “Perfect, and for you Tessa?” She looks at me. “Uh. I’ll have the same.” She nods, takes my menu, and heads off. “Wow, I think it’s the most you’ve spoken ever.” I say sarcastically. “It’s not polite to be rude to elders.” He says to me and looks out the window beside him. He swallows hard and begins to pull nervously at his ear. “What’s wrong?” I ask. “Big brother.” He replies. I look up and Tae and Jin enter the Diner. “Well, well, well. Tessa! You get more gorgeous every day I see you.” Jin says sliding into the booth beside me. Tae slides in next to Yoongi. “Jin meet Mandu, our next-door neighbor.” Tae laughs. He goes for a high five but Yoongi just ignores him this time. “Why don’t you knuckle heads get lost?” I spit at Tae. “I had to check in on my girl.” Jin says, putting his arm around me. I shove him away. “Not even in your dreams.” “Hey Mandu, I better not find out your messing with my girl. Got it!” Yoongi doesn’t say anything. He just stares at Jin as if he could kill him with just his gaze. “Fuck off Jin! Tae!” I look at my brother. “Alright, alright. Let’s get out of here. You two have fun. Don’t fuck up my car Tess.” They get up and Jin points two fingers at his eyes and then one at Yoongi.

Yoongi whispers something. “What?” I ask him. “I said they are assholes.” I feel my face flush. This is not turning out well. “I’m sorry.” I say. “Why you are always sorry?” Yoongi utters. I am taken back by his comment. “Here you go.” Gladys says dropping our food and coffee off. I take a deep breath to keep from crying. “My brother isn’t….” I go to respond. “Yeah, he is,” Yoongi cuts me off, “Maybe you don’t know your brother the way you think you do.” He shoves his plate away from him and stares out of the window again. “I can’t eat unless you do. It’s rude.” I quip, trying to turn this breakfast around. “I guess you will starve.” He says to the window. “I am really trying Yoongi but you’re not making it easy.” “Oh no, imagine a world not made easy for the most popular girl. Such a tragedy.” He looks at me with red eyes and I can see he’s hurt. “We can just leave then if you want.” “No, someone made this for us so let’s eat. Celebrate friendship,” He cuts and shoves a huge piece of pancake in his mouth, “I love pancakes.” He says sarcastically with a hard swallow.

After paying the check and leaving the restaurant, I point over to the end of the road. “The shopping complex is that way.” I say. “We should get back.” Yoongi says, pointing to the car. “Uh. Ok.” We head to the car instead. This time I successfully get on the road without trouble. “I hope that we can do this again. I know today was rough but I would like to get to know you better.” I say to Yoongi. He just nods. “Thank you for breakfast. I owe you.” I pull into Mrs. Mark’s driveway and let Yoongi out. “See ya.” I say. He hops out and slams the door, walking into Mrs. Mark’s house. I pull out of her driveway and into my own. Once up in my room, I get on my laptop and facetime my friend Alice. “Hey girl! How’s your summer?” She exclaims when she answers. “Good. Getting a lot of writing in. Can you believe this is our last year?” “Oh my god! I can’t wait!” She says brushing her hair out of her face. “How’s Italy?” I ask. “Gorgeous girl. I met a man.” She giggles. “A man?” “His name is Arnand. He’s tall, dark, handsome, ugh, everything you read about in the books. He wants me to move here next summer and live with him.” I bust out laughing. “That sounds insane. How old is Mr. Everything?” I inquire. “38 but that’s not really old.” “Oh my god Alice! He is way too old for you! What will your mother say? She’s gonna freak out!” “No way! She will give me shit for a week and then ask how much he makes in a year, which is a lot by the way. He’s some hedge fund guy. Besides, I don’t have talent. I need a sugar daddy. I’m not smart like you or athletic like Tae and Jin. I have nothing lined up for after high school. This face is my money maker.” She circles her face with a finger. “Still its creepy and you can do anything you want. You just gotta focus on one thing.” I try to assure her. “Ha-ha. Yeah right Tess! Why have one thing when you can have them all?” She twirls around with her phone making me dizzy. Alice has always had her head in the clouds. “So, how’s the shit town?” She asks me. “Uh, same ole. Mrs. Mark’s got a foreign exchange student from Korea to move in with her. He starts this year at the school. She asked me to befriend him and show him around.” “Is he cute?” She asks and I immediately blush.  “I don’t know?” I reply. “Yeah, he’s cute. So, what’s the problem? Is it Jin?” “What no? Jin and I are over, and you know that. He’s just, I don’t know, weird. He hardly talks and when he does, he’s sarcastic and dry. I don’t know. He’s hard to read.” “I see, so Tess has met her match and she uncomfortable.” My eyes pop open at her accusation. “Oh Tessa, my baby, my bestie, my love. Just get over yourself. You miss out on so much because you’re so stuffy.” I scoff. “I am not stuffy.” “Oh yes you are! You think because you’re smart and beautiful, people should just fawn over you. That works for some like Kim Seokjin, but you are going to meet people with actual brain cells that are going to force you to do some of the work.” “Whatever.” “This is constructive criticism Tess. Don’t get all offended.” “I have to go.” I blurt out. “Okay, well don’t tell anyone about Arnand and give that foreign boy your number! Love you Tess.” I smile and disconnect the call.

I pull my phone out after thinking about what Alice has said. ‘You are a puzzle, but I am going to solve you.’ I think for a second too long and start to delete it. ‘Don’t forget, you owe me!’ Before I think too much, I send it. I look towards Yoongi’s window from my desk. My phone vibrates. ‘Stalker.’ I start laughing. I finally save the number in my phone. Maybe Alice is right. I am used to getting my way. Jin made things way too easy. Maybe what I need is a challenge. Welp Min Yoongi, challenge accepted.

[propertyofnikkisthighs]

Sure Feels Right (mgk x OC x rook)

Hey guys so this is gonna be a long fic so expect multiple parts unless it’s hated then I’ll cry and not update.   Enjoy!

2019

       Now she knew she was forgetful, but there was no way Lux had forgotten to pack matches for ALL her socks. She looked around the hotel bed to see if she knocked some of them onto the floor to no avail. That was when she realized that the door connecting the two rooms was open on her side. She sighed having connected the dots in her head. These boys were gonna be the death of her. Knocking on the door she heard the two of them giggling. Assholes.

“Hey guys, are you there? I just showered and I forgot a towel so I-” She was cut off by the door flinging open.

“Oh fuck she tricked us!” Colson exclaimed before trying to shut the door, but she was too quick and maneuvered herself into their room.

“Socks. Hand ‘em over.” Lux held out her hands.

“No socks here, right Rook?” Colson smirked.

“Yeah what he said” Rook snickered laying over a small bulge on one of the beds in the room.

“Oh really? Maybe Ashleigh can find my socks then” She said dramatically and turned to leave the room.

“NO!” Both boys yelled in unison.

“Toooo laaateeee” She sing songed, oof big mistake.

Colson tossed her over his shoulder and lightly flung her onto the nearest bed earning a squeal from the smaller girl. Rook took the opportunity to dump the socks he had been “blocking” onto her head. Assholes.

“Come on Lux pleaseeee party with us tonight.” Colson had asked for her to go out with him and Rook pretty much as soon as they arrived to the hotel and she had declined wanting to relax in a hotel bed instead. He was practically begging for her to go with them and was even pulling out the puppy dog eyes.

“Puppy dog eyes won’t work for me Colson. I’ve seen you in too many compromising positions to ever fall for an innocent look on your face.”

“Pshh I haven’t even begun to show you compromising positions.” He rolled his eyes.

“Tell that to the hood of my car.” She grimaced at the memory of Colson “chrisining” her car at one of his parties a few months ago. It had not been a good memory for her or the girl involved. “Do you even remember her name?”

“Duh of course, I’m not that big of an asshole. It was...hmm..cindy? Cynthia? Wait no I got it! Sydney” He didn’t sound confident at all.

“Anyway I don’t want to annoy Ash by coming home loud and drunk since her and I are rooming together. I just bought this new book so a night in might be fun.” Lux tried to get up to go back to her room, but Rook held her shoulders so she couldn’t sit up (not that she was really fighting him on it) and smiled down at her.

“Well you can just sleep in one of our beds and one of us will sleep on the couch” Rook said shaking his head and Colson nodded along with him agreeing.

“Won’t you wanna bring girls back to the room with your guys? That’s kind of your thing.” Lux questioned quirking an eyebrow up at the boy smiling down on her.

“Babe that is what a bathroom is used for” Colson jumped out of the way as she tried to lightly hit him with her feet. “I was just kidding!” Rook let go of her shoulders laughing the exchange between them.

“You weren’t, but it’s okay I forgive you for being a gross dude. Now let me go get ready so I can go out with you whiny babies.” She walked past him to the door connecting the two rooms to go back to her stuff.

“Dope! I’ll roll some blunts to take to the bar with us.” Colson said immediately going to his suitcase for his weed that he had brought with him.

Lord help her.

2017

“It’s just an assistant position Lux” She tried to murmur to herself. She was interviewing to be the assistant to a woman who managed some celebrity. Okay she was admittedly trying to downplay the situation. This wasn’t just any woman or celebrity, it was Ashleigh and she was a manager for Lux’s biggest celebrity crush Machine Gun Kelly. “You probably will just be running her coffee and like walking her dog or something so you probably won’t ever even see him” she whispered to herself. She reached the door and wiped her now sweaty (oh god!) hands on her pants. She rang the doorbell and heard a loud “I’LL GET IT” from the inside. Gulping she prepared herself for whatever creature was loud enough she could hear him through a clearly thick door.

“What’s up, here for the interview?” the tattoed drummer asked immediately.

“Uh yes… H-hi, I’m Lux” she smiled wide and offered him her hand.

“Rook” He returned the smile and handshake before leading her into the rest of the house. “Think Ash is in the dining room.”

Lux was surprised at how clean the house actually was just for the simple fact that it was all boys living there. She guessed they probably had a cleaning person now that she thought about it, it would make sense. Rook led her into a room with a huge table that could rival that of an elementary school cafeteria table where Ashleigh sat with a smile. She got up shaking Lux’s hand and introduced herself.

After two weeks Ashleigh called her and asked her to start that friday.

“I know it seems unorthodox, but Colson is doing a lot of press this weekend and the next week since his album just dropped last week and as a result I’m gonna be going through it.” She chuckled some before continuing “If you could meet us at the house by 8 AM on friday that would be great.”

Oh great, Lux thought, I’m gonna be running coffee all weekend for a bunch of tired rockstars. Well she was half right.

“Oh Lux this is Colson, you guys should get aquainted because she’s going to be my saving grace all this week.” Ashleigh all but shoved you into him.

“Hi I’m Lux” She said trying to hide her nervousness from the tall man. “Oh wait she just said that”

Kells laughed “Kells or I guess Colson since we should, apparently” he cut his eyes to Ashleigh “get on a first name basis.” Ashleigh shrugged and then was pushing the two out the front door and to the waiting car outside.

“So Lux first order of business is getting Colson his cold brew from the coffee shop down the street from where the interview is taking place while he gets hair and make up done.” Ashleigh was already pulling out a notebook and some pens to hand to Lux and a pass that matched theirs to indicate that she was with them.

“I could do it myself, but ‘I get distracted easily’ per Ash” Kells rolled his eyes.

“Who’s the manager? Oh yeah, me! Maybe if you didn’t feel the need to charm every barista you could go get your own cold brew. Now get her number and text her your order.” She turned back to the front of the car and started texting signaling that there was no room for argument from Kells.

If Lux had told 20 year old her that she’d have Machine Gun Kelly’s number, 20 year old her would have called her a liar and slapped her. 22 year old Lux couldn’t even believe her luck, here she was working for his manager and she got to be near him. This man was her wallpaper on her phone for god’s sake! Which should probably be changed now that she thought about how weird that might come across. Her phone buzzed in her back pocket and she pulled it out to check the notification.

Unknown: Just a small regular cold brew coffee 😆