lady killa

brooklyn pierce. junior. 😉 👅 🍆 😏 💦 🍑

[brooklynpierce-blog1]

takccara:

alyssaangelic:

“Oh,” she said, one word. So … did that mean Cara would get out of Brooklyn’s car and into Trista’s in this scenario? Why, if Trista was supposed to have a car at a drive-in, would Cara need a ride? Better question, could Trista even drive? She was younger than just about everyone. 

Whatever. Alyssa would figure this out later. When Brooklyn pulled her aside, she wilted, shaking her head like she was so, so sad. “Baby,” she whispered in his ear, with special emphasis on the word. “I really, really can’t. I’m sick. Like … blagh. Like every few minutes, blagh.” 

Alyssa touched her throat to illustrate, in the vaguest terms, the problem. She glanced back at Cara, just for a moment. Her other hand clutched her phone so hard it should have cracked. “Just … go without me, okay? If you promised Cara the ride, then it’s not fair to her and Trista not to. You can … uh, you can text me what happens in the movie. Okay?”

She raised her voice so Cara could here. “It’s okay, Brook can still drive you, C.”

She hadn’t noticed Aly was that sick, but surely she was. Her sister would never miss a date with her perfect, oh-so-amazing boyfriend. And after all the world war level negotiation work she had done with Trista to go along ith the plan. Cara couldn’t protest the ride because she didn’t know what the actual fuck was going on in Brooklyn’s head. She tried to eye him over her Alyssa’s shoulder, quickly whispering “Did you plan this?” Because if he did, he was screwed. And yet she couldn’t deny the adrenaline she felt under all the tension, the overwhelmingly possiblity of getting caught always gave her butterflies.

Cara really didn’t know what to do. She felt bad for leaving her sister behind, but it wasn’t like she could just say she wouldn’t meet Trista anymore because they’d already offered her a ride. “You sure?” She left the question open in the air, so whoever felt like answering her was welcome to. “I’m sure Brook will miss you.” She forced a smile on, one foot already out the door.

Brooklyn was torn. On one hand, he really, really wanted to see that gory zombie movie playing at the drive-in, but on the other, he knew that Aly’s sudden and mysterious illness was a test of sorts. Perhaps not by her intention, but he knew he needed to pass, for himself, for the future, for the baby. Because, surely, that’s what the whole blagh was about. He gnawed on the inside of his cheek for a moment, trying to avoid Cara’s glare, but inevitably, his eyes locked with hers and he couldn’t pretend he didn’t see her mouthed words. “Please don’t hate me,” he mouthed back, although he knew she wasn’t so easily appeased. 

“Are you sure you can’t come, boo? It wouldn’t be the same without you, please pleaase.” But forcing Aly to go when she was sick was worse than abandoning her, even Brooklyn knew that. The idea struck suddenly. “Well, you shouldn’t be all alone at home while you’re sick. We’ll just skip the drive-in and watch a movie at home with you! Right, Cara? …T-Trista could even come if she wants to.” He looked over at Cara, silently and desperately pleading. 

[brooklynpierce-blog1]

TEXTS ; B + Q

Q: aware n not going to care

Q: 😘

Q: well if u insist

B: i swear ur gonna b a homewrecker 1 day

B: 😛

B: cool do u wanna scare kids off the playground so we can smoke again

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jessie-reynolds:

Jessie looked up and smiled when she saw Brooklyn in front of her. His question made her roll her eyes. “Are you always this smooth?” she asked him with her eyebrows raised. Her and Brooklyn had never spent a lot of time together when they weren’t with Ian and Alyssa. Jessie felt bad when she realised she couldn’t really recall anything specific about him.

Brooklyn wasn’t sure if her question was sarcastic or not, but he took it as a compliment and smiled happily—smooth was one of the best descriptors she could’ve chosen to appeal to his vanity. “Oh, always. As smooth as the peanut butter in the peanut butter chocolate milkshake you’re about to buy me.”

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k-kieran:

One headphone swung out of Kieran’s ear as he whipped around to face the unwanted presence. The guitar continued blasting out of the fallen ear-bud, loud enough for both of them to hear comfortably in the hesitant silence that followed.  Eyebrow cocked, music still blasting, an unwilling question formed on his tongue.  “…You need somethin’?”

Brooklyn was far from a druggie—despite what Cara said—but admittedly, his recent interactions with Ollie had lodged an idea in his head that called for a run-in with the local drug dealer. Kieran always seemed rather intimidating, but Brooklyn was always shameless, so he bound up to the clearly-occupied drug dealer with the friendliness of an excitable puppy. “Hey! Actually, yeah, I do. So, um, I’ve heard some... rumors... that some guys got their hands on ‘roids, and I was just wondering if...” Fuck, how was he supposed to phrase this? “If you, uh, knew where to get ‘em. Askin’ for a friend, of course,” he clarified quickly. “These guns are 100% natural.”

[alyssaangelic-blog]

So much of Alyssa’s efforts had been towards never looking wan or messy or anything less than lovely in front of Brooklyn that to appear ill was just to neglect to do anything at all. She answered the door, slumped in the pajamas she had woken up in, loose peachy shorts and a tank top a size or two too large, barefoot with no intention of going anywhere. 

She looked up at him, pitifully, big eyes with just a little bit of mascara left sticking at the base of her lashes. She imagined the weight of illness settling on her. She remembered the time she’d gotten food poisoning from the shrimp at her L.A. dad’s favorite restaurant, the one he had leveled a mighty complaint at while Alyssa bolted awake at 3AM to puke out what seemed to be everything that had ever been inside her. Her phone burned in her hand.

“Oh, sweetie, I feel so bad about this but I just feel so so awful and sick–” Alyssa stopped, looked behind her. “Um … you were going to bring Cara … ?”

[takccara-blog]

It was unlike Brooklyn to actually come to the door to pick her up, so Cara frozed when she heard the bell ringing. Pulling the first tee shirt she saw on, she ran dowsntairs to answer it before anyone else could figure out what was actually going on. What the fuck was he playing at anyway? Alyssa, however, beat her to it  — as it was typical, and didn’t seem surprised to see her boyfriend there. Cara’s eyes widened with realization. She couldn’t believe Brooklyn. He came a step too close to fucking things up royally.

Grimacing, she felt the need to intervene. “Uh, not really Aly. Brook knows I wanted to watch this movie so he told me about it.” She explained. “You guys were going to give me a ride to meet Tris there.” It tasted more bitter than sweet in her mouth, the taste of guilt attaching itself not to the lie, but to how easily it rolled off her tongue. “Are you not going anymore, A?” She asked, unlocking her phone to text Trista a 911 in case her sister decided she would indeed be joining them..

[brooklynpierce-blog1]

Brooklyn smiled innocently, hoping to alleviate the surprised tension in the foyer, but it was not reciprocated. Alyssa and Cara looked less than pleased. He gulped, regretting showing up already. He didn’t know what he’d been expecting exactly, but it wasn’t this: Aly in her pajamas—and not the tiny lacy ones he usually saw her in—and Cara ready to invite Trista (who he hadn’t spoken to since the whole party fiasco) to their little outing. Well, first things first.

Pulling Aly aside, Brooklyn spoke in a hushed tone, “She mentioned wanting to see the movie, and I thought it would be nice if we took her, kind of like an apology for the whole babying her thing at the party, ya know? C’mon baby, you have to come.” He nodded in agreement with Cara’s story, although the prospect of seeing Trista again wasn’t the most appealing. “Exactly! It could be like a... a double date, kinda!”

[takccara-blog]

“Might improve your performance.” It was very liberating to feel him so close to her in a room full of people and, at the same time, it felt like no one but the two of them existed. Cara looked up at Brooklyn, the sensation in the pit of her stomach making it seem like everything was suspended in the air, as if waiting for something, anything to happen in the chaotic room    —but they just looked at each other.

[brooklynpierce-blog1]

A house party was hardly the picture of romance, but something about the smoky air and the muted music pounding from overhead made their affair seem possible, free of inhibitions and secrecy. Breaking the expectant reverie with yet another step forward, Brooklyn slid a hand underneath his shirt to her lower back. “As your chaperone, I’m ordering you to mandatory bedrest.” And then he was leading the way through the crowded party, looking for an open bedroom where they could have their privacy.

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jessie-reynolds:

Jessie opened her handbag and tipped the contents onto the ground. Amongst her wallet, bubblegum, lipgloss and her phone she found the pack of cigarettes she’d been looking for and in one, smooth motion she placed it between her lips and lit it. Her phone buzzed and she took a quick look at the screen. “So, my parents left on their trip but at least they filled my bank account?”

Rarely did Brooklyn run into Jessie without their significant others nearby, and it was then, as she lit a cigarette effortlessly, that he realized that he didn’t really know her outside of her being Ian’s girlfriend. Clearing his throat casually to make his presence known, Brooklyn looked pointedly up at the extensive menu above them. “So... this means you’re paying for my milkshake right?”

[brooklynpierce-blog1]

micahiavellian:

“it’s so nice to be finally eighteen. i’m a man now. i can vote, get a tattoo, sign up for the military draft, do porn, and adopt a dog without parental consent. guess which one i’m doing first?”

“Well I know which I’d do first, but for you I’m going to guess...” Brooklyn squinted, as if examining deep into Micah’s soul. “Get a tattoo, right?”

[brooklynpierce-blog1]

(text) dude (text) bae ❤️ (text) bro (text) you (text) what are you doing this weekend

[text] bro u kno i dont swing that way [text] 😏[text] hangin w u ?

[brooklynpierce-blog1]

@alyssaangelic & @takccara

A nagging feeling had been haunting Brooklyn all day as he got ready for the drive-in, but its source didn’t hit him until he was already in his car, on the way to the Hastings-Angelo household, suddenly confused as to which sister he was picking up. Grabbing his phone, Brooklyn groaned when he realized that he’d accidentally invited both. Well, fuck. It was too late to cancel so it was with grim trepidation that he parked the car and made his way to their front door. As the door opened, he smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, I forgot to tell you I invited your sister too,” he said to no one in particular, letting the apology apply to both. 

[brooklynpierce-blog1]

alyssa + brooklyn

Alyssa: awwww honey

Alyssa: ty! she really got angry at me but i guess that's ok. i hope she didn't take it out on u.

Brooklyn: nothin i couldnt handle :)

Brooklyn: wanna go to the drivein tmrw? i can pick u up

Brooklyn: [1 hr later] o yeah how was ur audition?

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tristakingston:

Josh was cute, and so tall – especially for a junior. He made Brooklyn look even smaller, but the latter still managed to push them apart. “Hey!” An ass massage sounded just about great, and anywhere else Josh’s fingers felt like wandering. The only problem was the Brooklyn sized problem stuck between them. 

“Um, maybe stop cockblocking me?” She glared up at him. Honestly, her own brothers left her to do what she wanted. What was his problem? “Don’t you have better things to do instead of manhandling small girls? Or maybe you’re just like, jealous because there’s no way I’d ever get off with you.” Despite her angry words, she leaned into his embrace. Well, cuddles always had been her weakness. “My butt really does hurt.” 

At the mention of cockblocking, Brooklyn’s head swiveled rapidly between Josh and Trista. The thought of one of his best buddies with Trista was revolting, to say the least. “I’m not cockblocking you; I’m just trying to prevent you from making a mistake you’d definitely regret in the morning. Besides, how do you even know what a cock is? You’re, like, twelve.” 

When Trista suggested that he was jealous, Brooklyn nearly choked on air. The thought of himself with Trista was... what was worst than revolting? “Please, babe, middle schooler isn’t really my type.” Although Trista was only a year below him, having grown up with her, she always seemed so much younger. Especially now, when she leaned into him like a small child. He tentatively held her, patting her head awkwardly. “I’m sorry. Now let’s find somewhere comfortable for you.” With that, he picked her up easily and started threading his way through the house, looking for a couch or bed to put Trista.

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oliveroshea:

The fastest he had ever seen his own reflexes, off the field of course, were when he slapped away Brooklyn’s hand from when he going all Auntie Thea on his cheeks. When would spending time with Brooklyn ever be …not-stressdful? He watched in horror as he bent over the woman and did exactly what Ollie had complained to him about. Sure, it looked easy, but he knew how uneasy it would make him feel. The shot glass was still in his hand and he didn’t know what he was supposed to be drinking out of it, but Ollie hesitantly took a step forward as Brooklyn encouraged him. What sort of youth culture was he a part of? Ollie didn’t get it, but he took a large gulp and shook away his nerves as he watched another girl throw on whatever he was supposed to lick off the woman’s middle. And he couldn’t believe what he was giving in to when he copied what Brooklyn had just done, step-by-step. When he was finally done, with a slice of lime in his mouth, he could still feel the fireball gliding down his throat; too damn slowly for his liking. “Don’t you tire of this?” He asked the woman he just had his tongue dragged across, over who-knows-how-many layers of other people’s saliva. And then Ollie finally turned to Brooklyn and gave him a look of disapproval. “Are you happy now? – That was disgusting, by the way.” Someone had a long way to go before he acquired a taste for alcohol…“But I’ll have another one. NOT off her midriff, though. I’m drinking to forget that ever happened.”

For a moment, Brooklyn feared that Ollie would be a hopeless case, obstinate in his innocence, but then, to his utter delight, Ollie threw back the shot. “Woo!” Brooklyn cheered, throwing his hands in the air, and the crowd, unaware and sheep-like, joined in as they all cheered Ollie on in his first body shot. This was peer pressure working at its finest, and Brooklyn loved it. He snorted slightly when he caught Ollie talking to the woman whose torso he’d just familiarized himself with—the boy was just too soft and nice for his own good—but it was a start, nonetheless. “Ecstatic,” Brooklyn slurred as way of reply before handing the whole fucking bottle of tequila over. He liked to think that he had done that, pushed Ollie onto the path of the drunk and happy. “Drink up, buddy boy. You deserve it. You’re a man now!” Bumping Ollie’s shoulder for the last time, Brooklyn disappeared into the crowd, leaving Ollie with double thumbs up.

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takccara:

“For starters, he didn’t ruin my shirt. And lower your voice, someone’s gonna hear you!” Cara started to walk away just when he offered her his shirt, making her stop and stay. The way he said it made her accept it. Somehow he had managed to tug a little at her heartstrings. “Thanks” she said, then “so you’re my chaperone for the evening, right? You’re not doing a very good job, though I do appreciate the view.” She eyed his body, his shirt hanging loosely on her body.

“No one heard, and even if anyone did, I doubt they’ll even remember it tomorrow morning,” Brooklyn countered with a derisive snort. He almost wanted to scream “I’M FUCKING MY GIRLFRIEND’S SISTER” out loud to prove his point, but he hadn’t drunk enough to be that stupid yet. “Tell me how I can do a better job then.” He took a few steps forward until he could look down upon her. “How about a closer look?”

[brooklynpierce-blog1]

alyssa + brooklyn

Alyssa: u have to tell me all about the party!

Alyssa: did anything crazy happen?

Brooklyn: it was gr8 but it wouldve been better if u were there :(

Brooklyn: nothing crazy w cara! i made sure of that :)

[brooklynpierce-blog1]

hi guys sorry my activity’s been a bit spotty lately, but I have a good excuse! aka I’ve worked 23 hours in the past two days kill me now. I'm like exhausted rn so i might get to replies later but if not, tomorrow for sure! I kinda wanna wrap up party replies first so they’ll be my main focus before moving in on the starter tag. love u guys keep killin it

[riverdaleonline]

You’re a little more dangerous than you look. You have no idea.