Princes don't become Kings

jd slater | 18 | senior | the convoluted |

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@innoccntavc

after a stressful class, and an even more stressful day, jd found himself lighting a cigarette behind the gym to try and unwind a little; knowing he probably shouldn’t have been smoking that there, but he couldn’t be bothered to move after getting it lit and seating himself on the ground, leaning against the wall to try and get comfortable as he just barely noticed that there were people outside who could see him. 

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manncquinnatalic:

“You most certainly don’t,” she murmured, eyes sparkling at him, brown hues giving him a rather obvious once over. “More like life by tequila,” Natalie chuckled softly, picking up two shots before handing one to JD. “On three,”

“alright, one.. two..” he counted slowly, letting her make the last count as he picked up his shot glass with a smirk.

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manncquinnatalic:

“My papa always says that a night with tequila might be one you forget, but you won’t forget that you had a killer time,” the girl chuckled, lining up the shots before setting up the salt and lime. “You are gonna do these with me, right?”

“you make it sound like i had a choice in the matter,” jd chuckled right back with a bit of a smirk before nodding in confirmation. “let’s do this. death by tequila.”

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TEXTS - lucy&jd

jd: luce..?

jd: i need to talk to you

jd: please get back to me...

[masonvvhy]

b“Hey!” Teagan perked up as she saw JD, a fellow artist, she had felt like she was lacking in her mom friend responsibilities with the artist. “You looking for a new sketch book or journal?” She asked even though the aisle they were in only held journals and sketchbooks.

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jd looked up when he heard someone greet what he assumed was him, only to see teagan and give her a smile. “yeah actually- one of my other ones got wrecked so i need a new notebook. why, gonna help me find the perfect one?” he teased gently as he nudged her with his elbow when he moved next to her, scanning the aisle to look at all the different options.

[princesconsuela]

[bellblake]

Every Sweet Pea Scene [9/?]

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                                             he isn’t coming back,                                              whispered my head

                                                   he has to,                                                sobbed my heart

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coqucttclucy:

Lucy could sense that something was off; it had to be if he wasn’t commenting on her lack of clothing. Emerging from her bathroom in a short cropped off top and lacy undies, the blonde tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and sat next to him on the, watching him work. “Great,” the girl hummed, reaching out and taking the lighter from him, peering at JD before accepting the bong as well and taking a hit slowly, holding the smoke in her lungs before slowly exhaling it and putting her piece aside, turning her torso to the side so she could face him better. There was obviously something bothering him, and Lucy wanted to help her friend. Sliding her arm between his and his torso, she laced her fingers into his and rested her cheek against his shoulder, blue hues glancing upwards at him. “Do you want to talk?” she asked softly, her other hand gently caressing his forearm and hugging it to her abdomen.

when lucy moved and curled herself around his side and craddled his arm the way she did, all he could do was sigh heavily and close his eyes. he wanted to talk, sure- but the last thing he wanted was to make lucy more upset if she was having a hard time of her own. he didn’t need to bring up her brother and add to her stress, even if she was offering to listen. instead he just hummed, resting his head against hers before deciding to speak. “just.. tired of fighting with my dad. everything’s always my fault somehow...” he trailed off after he all but muttereed his response, not one for talking about the lack of relationship he had with his father. “just wish he’d grow up or fuck off...he’s either drunk and swinging at me, or he’s bitching about my mom. he never lets that go...” it was clear he was upset about something else with the way he couldn’t stay on topic, but all he could do was sigh and look over at her. “i don’t know. i just need out of my head for a while.” 

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bensthetique:

Ben started to gather a few things from the fridge and placed them on the counter next to the dry ingredients that JD was taking out of the cupboard. Once he was done in the fridge he wandered back over, smiling as the other’s arm wrapped around him. Suddenly, his mind no longer had to scream at him to relax - he was just able to do it. “Yeah, we mix wets and dries together separately and then mix them together.” He wasn’t sure as to why so many recipes called for that, but they always did. He checked his phone again to mentally confirm that he was right, before changing the settings so his screen wouldn’t turn off, and they could continue looking at the recipe. “Where are your measuring cups?” He asked softly, looking around to try and figure out where the most logical place for the tools would be.

a nod of affirmation came from jd when ben agreed on the sequence of how the ingredients were supposed to be put together, before he was humming and moving around him to look for where the measuring cups were stashed. “i think they’re in here..” he trailed off as he crouched down and pulled open a drawer, rummaging around for a few seconds before finding the tin ones he knew were best for this. “here we go- these should work,” he slid them onto the counter as he stood back up, returning to bens side only to rest his chin on his shoulder as he leaned to look at the recipe again; his arm returning to bens middle to pull him close again. “what next?” he smiled as he spoke, feeling more and more comfortable and happy as they seemed to fall into being comfortable together while reminding themselves they were alone.

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bloodvndbone:

before he could even get out a response to the other male suggesting cookies, ben was retracting his words and backpeddling to try and find something nutural to say that wouldn’t seem too pushy; or that’s how he seen it. without thinking he stepped around him from the side to stand in front of him, hands gently slipping into bens and lacing their fingers together as he looked down at him with a soft smile. “hey, if you want cookies i’ll make you cookies. i did say anything, didn’t i?” he gently pulled him with him as he stepped back towards the open cabinets again, humming a little as he looked them over. “what all do we need for them again? flour, sugar, baking soda.. right?” he grinned, trying to distract him a bit and coax the comfortable side out of ben and remind him that they had all the time in the world since jd had the place to himself.

Ben looked up at JD when he moved to stand in front of him and took his hands in his. “It’s just the first thing I thought of, I’m fine with anything…” He pointed out softly, but obediently followed as he was tugged towards the cupboards. “Uhm… yeah, flour, sugar, baking soda… vanilla usually, brown sugar, does it need baking powder too?” He wasn’t sure, and so the blond immediately reached into his pocket and started googling chocolate chip cookie recipes. “Nope, no baking powder… butter and eggs though.” He took a steps towards the fridge, trying to make himself relax. It had been so easy the night of the Midnight Madness, but now he felt his nerves rising again whenever he was talking to him. He was afraid that he would scare him off, but that just made him more nervous, and built on the vicious cycle plaguing him.

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when ben seemed to try and relax a bit further jd grinned happily and started gathering up the things they needed, all the things they’d rattled off when trying to remember what was needed for the recipe. he grabbed everything he needed and set it all on the counter before getting a mixing bowl and the utensils needed to measure everything and mix things together. when ben got what was needed out of the fridge he thanked him before wrapping an arm around the blonde boy and press a light kiss to the side of his temple. “what’s it say about how to put it all together? i remember most of it but i need a reminder on the sequence,” he hummed as he stayed close to ben, finding himself able to relax a bit further now that ben seemed to as well; most of his affectionate actions something he was doing without even thinking. which was a sure sign that he was growing more and more comfortable with the thought of being like this with ben regardless of where they were- or at least he hoped so. “i’m pretty sure all the dry stuff goes together first like the flour and the baking soda and stuff then the eggs and sugar and butter get mixed together then you put ‘em together and mix everything..” he trailed off of his memory, having done this process a few times considered he enjoyed cooking and baking when he had the time.

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bloodvndbone:

noticing bens lingering confusion about not using the front door, jd simply added to his thought then. “we always had to have the front door locked in new york ‘cause of the area we lived in. my dad just carried the habit with him.” he spoke as he moved to the cabinets, pulling them open to let ben scan the insides while he thought for a second. “there’s tons of stuff now, i just we grocery shopping like, yesterday-” he cut himself off when he opened the last cabinet door, stepping back a few steps to stand next to ben and look everything over again. “-if you spot something, lemme know. like i said, i can make just about anything.” he noticed the bit of hesitance in his voice when registered that ben was having a hard time with making a decision, absent-mindedly reaching up to brush the back of his knuckles against bens hand lightly as if to remind him they were alone and he could take all the time he needed. “whatever you want- i mean it.” he gave him a soft, warm smile then, hoping that telling him he meant what he said would help ease his nerves a little  while still giving him the option to pick.

“Oh, yeah, I guess that makes sense.” Ben said passively. It didn’t really, not to him, since usually he just locked his door once he got inside, but he didn’t care much about the subject matter. Instead, he looked through the cabinets when he was prompted to, eyes landing on some chocolate chips. “Cookies?” He suggested before he actually thought about it, and the second the word left his mouth, he frowned at himself. “That’s not really a meal though.” He tacked on, shaking his head. He looked like a complete idiot… but he was nervous, and didn’t want to turn JD off of him so soon. “It really probably is better if you pick. I’ll eat basically anything and I don’t have any food allergies, plus you know what you’re good at cooking better than I do.” He pointed out, trying to get himself out of the frazzled state he seemed to be stuck in.

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before he could even get out a response to the other male suggesting cookies, ben was retracting his words and backpeddling to try and find something nutural to say that wouldn’t seem too pushy; or that’s how he seen it. without thinking he stepped around him from the side to stand in front of him, hands gently slipping into bens and lacing their fingers together as he looked down at him with a soft smile. “hey, if you want cookies i’ll make you cookies. i did say anything, didn’t i?” he gently pulled him with him as he stepped back towards the open cabinets again, humming a little as he looked them over. “what all do we need for them again? flour, sugar, baking soda.. right?” he grinned, trying to distract him a bit and coax the comfortable side out of ben and remind him that they had all the time in the world since jd had the place to himself.

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bloodvndbone:

after getting a text back from lucy when he asked if he could crash at her place for a while, jd wasted little time in gathering up some of his stuff, jamming it into his backpack and taking off in the direction of lucy’s place on his bike. just like clockwork, jd knew when he and his dad got back from their trip back to new york that something would happen; ajax has been far too nice while they were away, which only ever registered to jd as a ‘calm before the storm’. with an overnight bag slung around his frame he cruised down the roads at a good speed, doing his best to leave his house behind him as best he could and as fast as he could manage; not wanting to stick around to catch anymore of a beating than he had before he finally got his chance to leave. when he reached lucy’s place he rolled his bike when he got close, turning the engine off and parking it around the side of her house he always parked it when he would sneak over to get quinn back in the day. as soon as he got it parked he texted her to let her know he was there before he was climbing his way up to her window and slipping through it like he always did. “hey, thanks… i really needed to get out of there..” he said quietly when he finally settled himself on the floor of her bedroom for a minute; needing a moment to relax and compose himself properly so he could look at her while he was speaking. “how’re you doing though? i haven’t seen you in a little while..”

Lucy hadn’t seen JD in a while, but his timing couldn’t have been… it’s difficult to tell if it couldn’t have been better or worse. Ever since the whole thing with her ex-best friend and ex…. guy, the blonde hadn’t been leaving her room other than to eat, crossed for most of the the past two days. When JD texted her, the girl had just woken up from a night of reckless decisions… again. In an attempt to make her room somewhat decent for her guest, Lucy kicked some of her things out of the way, spraying some air freshener around her room to try break up the smell of weed. The blonde realized that she hadn’t washed up in a couple of days, so she hopped in the shower, not getting out until just a few moments before the male slipped through her window. Still wrapped up in a towel, Lucy looked over at JD with a tired smirk, ruffling her hair. “Yeah, of course,” she told her friend, fishing some clothes out of her drawers. “Uh… that’s a complicated question right now,” the girl told him with a dry chuckle, nodding towards the bong on her dresser. “Fill that, will ya? My grinder should be over there somewhere…” the blonde hummed, ducking into her bathroom and slipping her clothes on, not bothering to close her door all the way; it’s nothing he hadn’t seen before.

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jd immediately made himself at home like he normally would’ve any other time seeing lucy, tossing his bag aside as he seated himself on the floor and leaned himself up against the side of her dresser; mostly to collect himself mentally before he even realized she was in a towel. though right now it wasn’t something that was necessarily on his mind in the first place. when lucy answered him the way she did- a laugh with no humour in it and more of a scoff than a real answer- he nodded a bit with a hum and took it as enough information to get what she had meant by it. when she instructed him to pack her bong he did so wordlessly, moving from the spot on the floor to the edge of her bed to sit and search for the grinder and pack the bowl. by now i’d normally would’ve had some sort of comment, but he was a little more lost inside his head than usual when he called lucy at this time of night. “all packed,” he said as he set it back down and held the lighter out to her when she reappeared again, his gaze seeming hazy already without even having to smoke with how much was going on in his head. “you can go first. i think i still need a minute..” a clear indication that he wasn’t himself.

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remidevitt:

“ —  damn,  okay.  if you  must  know it’s a apollo agb36 250.  pretty sick, huh?” 

“yeah actually- not bad for a dirtbike,” he hummed a little as he eyed the bike. “I’m more of a motorcycle kind of guy, but i’ve got a soft spot for anything with a motor.” 

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remidevitt:

“what?   never seen someone put on a helmet or something?   i sorta like my brains inside my head.  plus,  can never be   too   careful while on a dirt bike,  right?”

“i was actually looking at your bike,” he corrected as he motioned to the others dirt bike. “what kind is it?” 

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. bensthetique:

Ben blinked a little bit at the answer, but then nodded and followed him towards the kitchen, not wanting to further question the motives of not using the front door. It seemed strange to him, but not worth pressing further. He let out a small laugh at JD’s joking, nodding again. “My sister answers the phone with things like that sometimes.” He admitted. She was always joking though, and he knew that JD likely wasn’t completely kidding about it. He’d had experience with that too. “That sounds great.” The blond leaned against the counter. “Wait – you want me to pick?” His eyes widened slightly. “Oh, uhm…” He looked around quickly, trying to figure out what they could make. “What stuff do you have in the house?” He asked hesitantly. He wasn’t good at decision making, not in the slightest. 

noticing bens lingering confusion about not using the front door, jd simply added to his thought then. “we always had to have the front door locked in new york ‘cause of the area we lived in. my dad just carried the habit with him.” he spoke as he moved to the cabinets, pulling them open to let ben scan the insides while he thought for a second. “there’s tons of stuff now, i just we grocery shopping like, yesterday-” he cut himself off when he opened the last cabinet door, stepping back a few steps to stand next to ben and look everything over again. “-if you spot something, lemme know. like i said, i can make just about anything.” he noticed the bit of hesitance in his voice when registered that ben was having a hard time with making a decision, absent-mindedly reaching up to brush the back of his knuckles against bens hand lightly as if to remind him they were alone and he could take all the time he needed. “whatever you want- i mean it.” he gave him a soft, warm smile then, hoping that telling him he meant what he said would help ease his nerves a little  while still giving him the option to pick.

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@activistkinslcy

he gladly passed the joint to leah as he eyed her costume, nodding slowly as he hummed. “shit, i didn’t even realize it was you till you took the wig off,” he smirked at her as he took a long drag off the joint before he handed it over to her, shifting to snake an arm around the female and pull her into his side for a half-hug. “i thought your kind wasn’t allowed at this party,” he teased before he pressed a playful kiss to the top of her head, “how come no one’s come and tried to kick you out yet?” he prodded with a grin, clearly teasing her and meaning nothing by it.