& / ( devil town ) .

you said something dumb again / wilbur abbott, noah 'red' rojo, & monica 'momo' mcderma / penned by sunny

[dcviltown]

LET’S BEGIN.

ABBOTT, W. / MCDERMA, M. / ROJO, N.

[dcviltown]

@the-yamazaki / momo & gabe

MOMO SHOWS UP TO HALF-MOON as she normally would; a pastel whirlwind, basically bursting through the front door in her skates. “ morning, morning syd !! ” the blonde calls out as she rolls past her co-worker to head to her station. “ aw, and hiya gabe !! ” she chimes out to the man. her pink backpack is plopped down onto her station as she takes a very generous sip of her sugary iced coffee. “ how’re we feeling ?? like, i finally finished re-arranging my room from the last time i re-arranged it, and like, i feel so empowered now !! we should give half moon a makeover, i think that’d be fun !! ”

[dcviltown]

MINNIE.

“you basically just did answer it,” she told him, wil’s denial more than enough to fill in the blanks that she was missing. it wasn’t as though she’d been completely innocent either; she’d had one night stands at college, two of them to be exact, lackluster experiences (one with a female suitemate to be absolutely sure it wasn’t her thing–it wasn’t), and then an entire relationship. she couldn’t have expected him to be chaste, too. “that’s so humiliating, wils, i probably look like a fumbling virgin compared to him now. i’m not jealous, but i am embarrassed.” that was a lie, and she knew wilbur would see through her immediately, but still she attempted to preserve some of her dignity that wasn’t in jasper’s pocket with her panties. she twisted her fingers around his comfortingly. “yeah, i saw her there too. how did it go? what happened a week ago? are you okay?” she squeezed his hand, knowing he would feel what she wanted to tell him through the pads of her fingers pressed into his palm. a telepathic connection, whispering i care, i’m here, let me help you.

IT’S A BLESSING AND A CURSE TO be so in tune with someone and their feelings. while being able to read her tells and signals like he could breathe air was a talent, it meant there was nothing he could hide from minnie, either. “ it’s not humiliating. jasper isn’t the type to even judge that kind of thing. now stop that, you’re overthinking it. ” wilbur urges her in an attempt to stop her from spiraling any further. the simple touch between them brings an oddly large amount of relief, teeth digging into the inside of his cheek. “ she.. i guess she seemed upset over something, too. it was weird, we hugged. ” that wasn’t the point though, now was it ?? his eyes close, and he feels his chest tightening all over again, teetering on the edge of another panic attack when minnie squeezes his hand. it’s impeccable timing, yet at this point, wil shouldn’t be surprised. “ you.. you can’t tell anyone. ” brown eyes open to meet his best friend’s, gaze searching hers for more comfort, “ because if you tell someone, and that someone tells someone else, and my dad hears.. ” wilbur’s sinking again, and he might as well just get on with it— “ i made out with someone at the point. a guy, from out of town. ” cris was hardly some guy, not even before they kissed. but to admit to kissing a reaper ?? somehow, that seemed even worse.

[dcviltown]

JEWEL.

         WHEN THE DOOR SWUNG open, instantly she could see in his face that he wasn’t happy to see her, the warmth in his typically greeting to her was missing. if anything, it made the tears start brimming in her eyes again, “oh god you do hate me…” her over sensitive state of mind sometimes getting the best of her as she held this stupid little cake in her hands, glancing down at it, “i shouldn’t have bothered you but i didn’t know what else to do and i’m so sad and i just…wanted to see you because you always make everything better and here…” holding out the cake, scribbled with the words, ‘i’m sorry for babbling about us having sex’ on top of it, she pouted as she blinked down a few tears, “i made this for you, i don’t know if it tastes good but i just, will you let me in please?” 

HEARING THAT SHE WAS DISTRAUGHT definitely made it even more difficult to stay angry with her. “ jewel.. ” wilbur starts and then immediately stops when she begins to ramble. he tries, he really does, to follow along with what she’s saying, up until she reveals the cake and the chickenscratch icing work along with it. “ oh my god. ” is all the blonde says when she’s finished talking, finally looking back to her with the slightest hint of amusement and underlying concern in his gaze, “ you look.. so pathetic right now. ” his tone is of an endearing nature, sighing softly at the sight. he opens up the door wider for her at that, arms opening in an offering for a hug. “ i don’t hate you, just so you know. ”

[dcviltown]

JEWEL.

             “WELL, MY NAME IS JEWEL. you can call me that, let’s start there, shall we 빨간색?” she teased, letting her own native tongue slip in and say his name as she saw it on the tag, but a bit of curiosity did spike when he said it wasn’t his real name. she’d heard of the gangs coming up with nicknames,  “so what’s your real name then, or is that a big giant secret you’re taking to the grave?” jewel asked with a smirk, shrugging anyways before her eyes move back to him and she tilts her head to the side, “well, it suits you, i don’t know how but it works with your whole….ya know.” she motioned to his demeanor before flashing a smile, disappearing to the front of the store to survey that record player with a delicate, light touch of her fingertips. “holy cow, you’re joking. i’ll be gentle, don’t worry big boy.” the girl hummed before glancing over her shoulder at his question, a playful smile curling back onto her lips as she blinked her doe eyes at him, “maybe, why? you wanna come by my place and show me how it….works?” it was teasing, flirtatious, but done in her classic jewel myoung fashion of feigning innocence with something devious sparkling in her brown eyes.

HE ALMOST WANTS TO SCOFF AT her name and how fitting it was for her. she definitely read as a jewel. her at a surface level was sparkly and polished, but he could tell there was something a bit deeper than that. similar to any precious jewel, she was more than likely stronger than she appeared. underestimating anyone in coyote point wasn’t a great idea. “ we can start wherever you want, joya. ” red replies with an easy smile, as she takes off to the front. his boss would probably castrate him for flirting with yet another customer, but it’s not like it can be helped. not when jewel’s looking at him like that. the ‘offer’ makes him laugh, shaking his head knowingly. “ wow, you wanna take me home already ?? ” he walks around to behind the counter, arms resting onto the surface. “ i’m flattered. —how about this, ” red snags his beaten up journal that was laying nearby, flipping through the various filled pages before finding one of the rare blank spaces. his number is scribbled out in his spidery handwriting before it’s ripped unceremoniously from the book. “ if you really feel like you need an extra set of hands, feel free to text me. i’d be more than happy to help out in any way i can. ”

[dcviltown]

@badheroine / wilbur & cristian

EVERYTHING’S BEEN A MESS as of late, at least in his mind. there’s plenty of reasons for wilbur to be so distracted, however the biggest one was the person he was currently waiting for. when wil returned home after the last time he’d ‘seen’ cris, he had a complete meltdown. it didn’t help to receive a call from his father, worried that either someone saw him, or that his father  could sense the golden boy’s shame from across the city. shame. he’s not even sure if that’s the right word for what he’s feeling. all wilbur does know is that the sensation comes on in waves, thinking one moment that he’s made peace with it, and the next.. wilbur’s drowning in his own thoughts again and he knows it. another thing that he does know is that undeneath the negative thoughts laid a simple truth. when wil kissed cris— because yes, he kissed him— it felt right. different, but right. so he sits out in the cold, prefering to risk being spotted over letting go of whatever thing he may have had with cristian. 

[dcviltown]

cristian ✉︎ wilbur

cristian: this didn't end well for you last time you tried it, don't forget that.

cristian: yeah, an hour works.

cristian: idfk, if i went and got a chicken sandwich and fries do you want one, i'm not gonna beg you to let me buy you chicken just say yes or no.

wilbur: i'd make the argument that things ended up being just fine. i appreciate your concern tho

wilbur: am i not allowed to ask questions now

wilbur: yes i want one, thanks

[dcviltown]

cristian ✉︎ wilbur

cristian: fuck off.

cristian: the point works.

cristian: do you like chicken?

wilbur: make me.

wilbur: i'll meet you there in maybe an hour?

wilbur: ..yeah, i like chicken, why?

[dcviltown]

cristian ✉︎ wilbur

cristian: you should keep the asshole thing. kinda works for you.

cristian: i could be. where did you have in mind?

wilbur: aw, i'm touched. don't worry, i wasn't planning on changing anything

wilbur: we could meet at the point again?

[dcviltown]

cristian ✉︎ red

cristian: you're straighter than me. let that marinate for a second.

cristian: yeah it was good, next time i come to the store let me show you how to do BOOBIES on a calculator it's so sick

red: don't remind me, it's my fatal flaw..... i look at myself in the mirror everyday and i have to face it

red: omg no way that's so sick ahah...... i'm dying to know....... i'm counting down the seconds until u show me.......

[dcviltown]

MINNIE.

she wished she’d been under the influence enough to not remember what had happened, but the few glasses of champagne and the line of white powder at the beginning of the night had done nothing to dull her senses or impair her memory. minnie remembered everything, and she didn’t know what was worse: feeling heartbroken again, or wishing she’d gone farther. “…right,” she said after a moment of hesitation. “it’s not that i didn’t want to, i did. it’s gotten so much better… which probably means he was with other people, right?” a surge of anger filled her, and then she remembered who she was. “it doesn’t matter, whatever. of course he’s been with other people, i was going to marry someone else, it’s not like either of us were expecting the other to pine forever. no, you’re right, it’s good that it stopped there. i don’t think, mentally, i’d be able to handle what sex would mean for us.” she sighed and flopped one hand toward wil’s, wrapping it loosely around his wrist. “what about you? how did your night end up?”

HE SENSES THAT HESITATION IN minnie’s voice, and he almost laughs in disbelief. “ so.. okay, wait. ” he knows of the heartache minnie had felt, considering the fact he’d been there to help her through it. “ i mean, you don’t really want me to answer that. —a lot’s happened since you guys split. ” wilbur learned quickly not to bring him up to her in the years since their break up. his and jasper’s friendship was already a fickle and secretive thing with the social divide, let alone both of their relationships to minnie. “ well, i mean.. it would be kind of messy for you two to sleep together, yeah.. but you also kind of went jealous ex there for a second. are you like.. still hung up on him ?? ” the question gets turned onto him, and he supresses a groan of frustation. “ i.. uh.. it was fine. —ran into angel. ” the blonde cringes inwardly, slipping his wrist from her grasp to anxiously toy with minnie’s fingers. “ she caught me at a bad time.. i was having a not-so great moment over something that happened like, a week ago. which is a stupid thing to do, but yeah. ”

[dcviltown]

JEWEL.

who: @dcviltown​ where: wil’s place

             HER EYES WERE ALL sorts of puffy from crying all morning, but it was her own fault, wasn’t it? a little day trip to vegas, meeting a friend of her father’s that was her age, and it ultimately ending up with the pressure of jewel to make a good impression. but the guy was a total asshole, good looks not minimizing the harsh words he used when he made a pass at jewel and she politely declined. she was sure she’d hear about it from her father, or maybe he’d send her mother, either way there was only one person at the moment who she wanted to talk to….and she had a feeling he didn’t want to talk to her. so she pulled up a cooking video and didn’t something she’d never really attempted, made a cake. scribbled on the top in loopy letters, an apology because she knew he had to be mad at her from her spilling the beans on their activities to minnie, sniffling she stood at his door and knocked twice. cake in hand, heart on her sleeve, she waited with nervous energy in her which wasn’t common when she went to see him. this was wil, her wil, someone she found so much comfort in and the thought he was upset with her made her stomach churn as she waited.

IT’S NO SECRET THAT HE’S BEEN distant from the myoungs, both for the same yet different reason. minding his own business isn’t something wilbur is great at. but if it meant he could hold a grudge at the same time ?? he went radio silent, upset that jewel had told minnie of their.. dynamic without giving him a fraction of a heads up. wil’s having a nice day in, winning a race the night prior meant a reward of drinking a stupidly expensive bottle of wine. typically this would be done with friends, but instead he now wallows in self-pity rather than inviting anyone over to celebrate. there’s a knock on his door and a feeling of confusion hits him. reluctantly he stands, trudging over to the door to open it. and who but the one person he was hoping it wouldn’t be, jewel, standing in front of him with.. a cake ?? honestly, being mad at someone was way easier when they weren’t in your face. “ —jewel. ” it replaces his usual warm greeting, though the act somewhat softens when he notices her puffy eyes. “ ..what is it ?? ”

[dcviltown]

JASPER.

             HE WAS AN ABSOLUTE sucker for holiday festivities, it hadn’t always been this way, most of his childhood around the holiday season were tainted with dark memories but not anymore, in fact he was elated when it came around now. the lights, the food, the celebration…it turned over a new leaf for something that used to be unpleasant, so here he was downtown with a little set of reindeer antlers on that he really didn’t remember putting on. maybe it was the spiked apple cider in his hand, but warmth filled him as he stood next in line for the bake sale, “i’m literally gonna go broke buying one of everything.”

@cpstarts​

THE HOLIDAYS ARE IN FULL SWING, and though it always stings to not have his mom around, he’s grateful to have his second family to spend time with. the santa hat he’s currently wearing jingles as he turns his head to look at jasper, chuckling. “ honestly, i look forward to this bakesale every year, dude. those christmas tree cakes are calling my name. ” it could be that or how high he is, but it’s really anybody’s guess. red takes a sip of his hot chocolate, brightening up when the person ahead of them finishes making their purchases. “ here, you go first. i can’t promise i’ll hold you back from buying literally everything, though. ”

[dcviltown]

GABE.

“Easily.” Gabe grinned. “You walked into that one, friend.” Red was easily one of Gabe’s favorite people, but he did his best to not show that… too much. “You’d come running back, Red, don’t lie.” He took a long sip of from the coffee that he’d been so generously gifted, eyebrows raising as he struggled to swallow a bit quicker than he’d intended to so he could answer. “Ah. Well. It’s a tribute. For Maribel. I’m thinking about painting the side of her former store’s building. The permits are in process but you know how the red tape goes.”

“ FIRST OF ALL, WE AREN’T FRIENDS, so write that down. ” red tells him, as if it were obvious and known information. “ we’re besties. if you don’t start changing it up, i might never come back one day. ” the mood turns a bit sour at the mention of maribel, nodding before clearing his throat. “ ah, that’s cool of you to do. sure it’ll turn out sick. —sucks that you gotta have permits for something like that, though. ..did you know her ?? ”

[dailyshameless]

SHAMELESS 7x10 | “RIDE OR DIE”

[dcviltown]

JEWEL.

            HONESTLY, IN THIS quiet shop, she sort of felt excited for a change of pace of her normal day. although, coyote point really felt more like a glass box she was stuck inside than anything she ever truly got to enjoy. jewel itched for more, a never satisfied itch that she couldn’t reach, but finding new hobbies seemed promising enough. “so you’re calling me clueless now?” she shot back with a raise of her brow, hands placed strongly on delicate hips as she trained her fox-like gaze onto him. “you don’t even know my name…” leaning forward, she looked at his name tag before a puzzled expression crossed her sculpted features, “red?” she’d never met anyone named after a color, but somehow on him, it seemed to fit. shrugging, she pushed her long, ink colored locks over her shoulder with ease while watching him thumb through records. “perfect, i’ll take all of them. it’ll be totally fun.” jewel confirmed with a smile now present, wide as it scrunched her nose slightly, shining genuine in her eyes. “iye, iye, captain.” and she took the albums he offered before practically skipping to the front to run her free fingers over the player, it was decent, but it wasn’t the same glitter detailed player that she had in her room. “how old is this thing?”

“ I’M NOT CALLING YOU ANYTHING. but if you think that applies to you.. not exactly my fault, is it ?? ” she stands so stubbornly despite her small stature, another dead giveaway to confidence she just oozes. he’s being eyed, though red hardly minds her leaning in close to read his name tag. “ —not my real name. just what people call me. ” it’s explained as more of a knee-jerk reaction, learning his lesson many times before to avoid the ‘oh, your parents must be hippies’ conversation. “ uh, yeah, totally. ” red chuckles, stopping his search briefly to watch her essentially frolic to the front of the store. the aura is confusing, and red finds himself becoming more and more determined to solve the puzzle that was this girl. he rejoins her, placing the rest of the records onto the counter. “ been here as long as i have, so uh.. my educated guess is maybe a little over a decade. it’s nicer than the one i have at home, so watch it. ” he leans onto the counter, watching her expectantly with entertained blue hues, “ you do know how to work a record player, don’t you ?? ”

[dcviltown]

cristian ✉︎ wilbur

cristian: yeah you give off that vibe, kinda makes you come off as an asshole.

cristian: cool.

cristian: we don't have to do anything again. ik it's probably weird.

wilbur: eh, it's gotten me this far, might as well keep going.

wilbur: it is weird

wilbur: but.. we could still do something? you around later tonight?