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octaviaspvcks:

— Every word felt like the sharpest knife to the most delicate skin. Designing patterns to make sure that she was constantly reminded of the mistakes she’d made. Hazel orbs flickering up to the face of the man she’d fallen in love with. Octavia felt as if her whole body was on fire; embarrassment, shame and guilt coursing through her veins. She hated disappointing the only man she wanted to impress and she could have not told him. But it would be so untrue to herself to keep it from him; she always thought he loved how honest she was with him.

“I don’t even know what to say to you right now, Lucas..” her voice wavers as she runs a hand down her face to find her hand wet, she looks at it for a second as the words pathetic ring loud and clear in her mind. “Yes, I fucked up. I let my emotions get the better of me and I gave up something I can never get back and I regret it.” She dropped into a chair as she dropped her head into her hands.

“Honestly all I wanted was for you to tell me to cheer up, that you’d make some kind of joke out of this situation. But instead..” she laughs as she rubs at her face. “I just feel so shit. That might be the hangover though, that much whiskey should be god damn illegal.” She groans.

“You were gone for a long time and maybe I changed, maybe everything you ever saw in me dissipated. Things happened while you were gone and I don’t know if I’m ever going to be the same again.” She offers a hurt smile, not to do with him but the hurt represented some of things she’d had to go through since moving here.

“You may not have directly asked me to be anything, but you always expected me to be the best I could be and I’m not saying it’s exactly a bad thing because I want to be around people who push me.” She looks back to him finally with watery eyes as she rolls her eyes at herself trying to lighten to the mood with him. The thing was she wasn’t always this serious, Octavia liked to have fun and be the one to create a room full of laughter but he’d caught her at a bad time in her life.

“But the need to impress has always been there and you loved that about me. You wouldn’t have chosen me as your right hand girl if I hadn’t been that way.” She hadn’t taken a proper breath as she stops for a second looking away from him and out the large window of her apartment. She tried to focus her mind but it’s still clouded with a thousand thoughts. “and the people I have to look up too? To compare myself to so I can be my very best? The women and people you surround yourself with are the exact replica of perfect.” She scoffs “If it isn’t flawless beauty then it’s an impeccable mind; if not both.” She shakes her head.

“I get that’s what guys are like. I don’t expect anything from guys, I haven’t met one that’s been interested in more than that yet. And before you say it I know you are the exception when it comes to males that walk on this earth but I’m talking about more than friendship here.” She sighs realising she’d angered him as she wraps her arms around herself; she hated upsetting him.

‘‘Not everyone can turn their feelings off at the click of a finger.’‘

with a deep sigh lucas inched closer to octavia and shook his head “make me understand what changed. tell me what happened.” she couldn’t go around claiming she has changed because of things that have happened and not tell him what exactly was that. for lucas, things were simple. people were the way they were since the day they were born until they died. this i have changed bullshit is when they try to hide their real self. people didn’t change. maybe circumstances did, but not people “i never compared you with anybody and you shouldn’t compare yourself with anybody either. i chose you for a reason, and each time i choose someone is for a different one. you’re different than everyone else, and if i pushed you was because i saw potential in you and i wanted you to get better for yourself. because you were young, you had a life ahead of you and it would’ve been a wasted to live it the wrong way.” he ran a hand through her soft hair “is that what you think? that i can turn my feelings off at the click of a finger?”

#octaviaspvcks

camillexjohnson:

“Aw, really, Luke? But you strike me as a hardcore Bieber fan!”

“what gave it away? was it my face? or my secret stash of bieber t-shirts that somehow you found?”

#camillexjohnson

aubreeisms:

Every brush of his fingers, the taste of his mouth, tickle of his breath made her skin feel sublime. All her senses and nerves were exposed to the point that the smallest brush felt like an electric shot running through her core. All she could do was withstand and hope that it would never come to an end. Her mouth brushed against his as he spoke, pausing slightly to listen to words that made her heart skip a beat whilst threatening to explode at the same time. “Show me,” she whispered, feeling more courageous now that the morphine had filtered through her veins and she could feel no more pain. In fact, she was willing to do close to anything in order for him to show her what he wanted or meant. However, with the deep sigh, a whimper of plea escaped her lips. “No,” she whispered in turn, lifting herself up slightly. “I don’t want to stop.”

a thrilling chill began to run through his veins. he had her completely at his mercy, he was in control of the situation and he was finding it hard to resist to urge to continue. she was begging him to show her, and he could tell she was craving his touch, even if it was under the influence of the drugs in her body. he knew that if he did it, he would leave her with a nice memory, and she would think about it. she would probably want it again “what if someone walks in?” nevertheless, his lips captured her lips in a deep passionate kiss, leaving her little room to actually answer his question as he laid down next to her on his side, his hand roaming her body gently under the white bed sheets, the tip of his fingers exploring parts that were otherwise forbidden to the touch of other people.

#aubreeisms

seranwrctes:

— Seran had been waiting for a while to get served in the small boutique cafe, and although his head phone texting away at the speed of light ( especially for an older guy. ) His ears had picked up to the words of another gentleman as he looks up and over his shoulder until his eyes landed upon the dark haired male; well wasn’t that rather pretentious.

‘‘Hey dude, this could be the best coffee in the world and you wouldn’t know because you left because of a damn song?’‘ Seran chuckled as he turns fully to stand before him with his crooked grin and head cocked to the side. ‘’I don’t know about you but suffering through 3 minutes may just gain you the best thing you’ve ever tasted.’‘ Seran mutters.

“if the music is this bad, i can’t help but wonder if the coffee they make is just the same.”

#seranwrctes

brietennison:

“Smite me, oh mighty smiter.” And now she had a hankering for a Jim Carrey marathon. Crud. “Really? I hate to give myself away, but I prefer the knitting tea party sort of deal. Plus, who likes being a stereotype, I mean honestly!”

“nobody likes being one yet everyone does it.” it was how the world worked after all.

#brietennison

brietennison:

Standing and putting on what she hoped was a delicate air, Brie sighed greatly. “I know. They already don’t like me because I, in fact, believe blondes do not have more fun and I haven’t gone one-on-one with a kangaroo.” Shouldering her messenger bag, she placed bills under her mostly-full coffee mug and then back of her hand to forehead. “How ever will I carry on?”

“god will punish you.” lucas pulled a face, continuing whatever game they seemed to have started playing “but that’s an interesting statement, that blondes don’t have more fun. sure did seem like they had when i went to parties and such.”

#brietennison

Text | Mckenna

Mckenna: Look, I wasn't near it. I was at home.

Mckenna: Were you there??????

Lucas: Look, I don't care. Next time, answer your damn phone. That's why you have it.

Lucas: I was at the festival. But nowhere near it to get hurt.

#mckennaprice

sclene-fortier:

Selene pursed her lips together and took a moment to validate the song being played. “Understandable.“ she mused. “How about you wait outside and I’ll sacrifice my earbuds to get us both our caffeine fix hm? It’s less of a hassle don’t you think?”

“see, i can’t let you bother with that, not for me.” damn manners and principles and everything else he had set in stone “thing is, i wanna sit inside and enjoy my coffee, not take it to go. so the way i see it, finding another cafe is the only option. at least for me.”

#sclenefortier

aubreeisms:

Her gaze flicked from his dark hues towards the full of his lips, breath itched in her throat. There had been something about him from the moment that she met him that continuously kept her on her toes. It was what had excited her from day one. As their lips touched, the girl placed her hand upon his angular jaw, melting into his form. All she could hope for in that moment was that he couldn’t hear the pounding of her heart as she was certain it would burst out of her chest cavity any moment now. “Yeah,” Aubree whispered against his lips, wanting him to taste the sound of her words just as she wanted to taste his. “What other things?” Her gaze then opened after she flicked her tongue upon her lower lip to capture his hues. “Tell me.”

her touch was warm, relaxing. it almost made him lay down beside her and have her play with his hair and caress his cheek and all those cheesy things people did. normal people. maybe it was why he felt like he could melt under her touch, because all of it gave him something he was desperately looking for. normal. but being the asshole he was, he couldn’t help but think that he had her wrapped up around his little finger at the moment. her body reacting to his touch, to his words, created a feeling similar to butterflies within him. what he also found exciting was that she was under the influence of medicine, and she was probably feeling all of it at a higher level than he was. the thought raised alarming levels of excitement inside him and he needed to remind himself where they were, and the situation she was finding herself in “i wanna do better than that.” he whispered, rubbing his nose against hers slowly, keeping his lips inchest apart as his breathing became heavier, her scent intoxicating his nostrils as he completely invaded her personal space, his torso pressing against hers as he hovered over her “i wanna show you.” the tip of his finger traced her soft skin along her jawline and neck, a deep sigh escaping his lips “but i’m afraid this might not be the most appropriate place.”

#aubreeisms

aubreeisms:

Aubree couldn’t help but feel her heart skip a beat at the slight hint of warmness that he offered with a brush of his fingertips. It had been a while since she’d allowed anyone to get close to her, but more than that, to allow them to catch her by surprise. While she knew that the morphine was playing mind tricks on her and letting her guard down, she couldn’t help but feel a hint of excitement at his approach. “Yes,” she breathed out without missing a beat, cheeks flushed at the quickness of her words. If he wouldn’t want to get close to her bruised face, she would understand, but with liquid courage in the form of her IV drip — she couldn’t deny him.

“good.” lucas mused in a low tone, lowering his head further down as he did so, his lips inching closer and closer to her lips. he was starting to feel the warmth her skin emitted and it made him feel good. nice even. it was a different kind of feeling than the one he got from when he was near octavia. they were both nice in their own way, but he felt more comfortable in the situation he was currently in with aubree “because i want to do that, and a lot more.” he muttered before his lips completely captured hers in a gentle kiss, careful not to hurt her more than she already was.

#aubreeisms

brietennison:

Unable to hide her wince, Brie looked over and up at the remark. “Would you mind if I tag along? There’s only so much a girl can take.”

“there must be something wrong with you if you can’t take all of this. the papers will certainly write something about this. the girl who doesn’t fit the social criteria and isn’t in love with the greatest pop artist of the 21st century. or whatever they call him these days. you’re more than welcome to join the anti stupidity social club, if the company is good.”

#brietennison

octaviaspvcks:

— Her eyes were now glued to him as she awaited a response from the only person she’d ever cared about having an opinion about her. it was like time stood still as she felt a small sweat begin at the nape of her neck as she tried to think of anything she could say to make this moment seem better, but nothing came to mind. All that was there in the back of her thoughts was that she wished it’d been him, that Lucas had viewed her that way. She wasn’t going to delude herself though; she had to live with her consequence of what she’d done but hearing it from his mouth was like being slapped in the face.

‘‘I wasn’t trying to find excuses, I was just telling you how I fucking felt?’‘ She snaps. ‘‘Not all of us can be as perfect as you, Lucas. God damn it. I spend half of the time just trying to please you, to be perfect. Not to fuck this up.’‘

Octavia just stared unable to move from where her feet were planted on the ground as she parted her lips only to close them again. How could he be so cold towards her. ‘’I shouldn’t have told you.’’ She muttered as she ran an anxious hand through her drop curled locks. All she’d wanted was for him to tell her it’d be OK, be the guy that had looked after her all those years ago, but it felt different. He felt different. She still loved him, she always would love him and she was scared that she’d spent her whole life just loving him.

‘‘He didn’t hurt me, but he bolted this morning. Guess I got the first taste of a slip away.’‘

“and when you feel sad and hurt you fuck the first guy that comes into your path? is that how it’s going to be from now on?” he didn’t know what was worse, him being calm when he was talking, or just his words “it sure sounded like you were trying to justify a mistake you had a choice of not making in the first place.” it was that simple, and that’s exactly what he always told her. it was what he did, it was what she saw him do “i never asked you to please me and i sure as hell never asked you to be perfect. seriously, o, do you hear yourself talking right now? you’re making it sound like all you’ve done up until this point, it was for me. that you’ve lived for me. and i sure as hell didn’t teach you that. or asked you to do any of that.” his tone started to give out a little bit of the anger that was building up inside of him “if he didn’t hurt you, move on. from now, you’re gonna keep stumbling upon this kind of guys if you don’t think before acting. if you spread your legs without making sure he’s the kind of guy that you don’t want to slip away.”

#octaviaspvcks

octaviaspvcks:

— Octavia’s eyes snapped up at his words as a pang of pain seemed to take over her chest, she was panicking as she closed her hands into small balls before releasing them over and over. Had she really changed that much? She’d been so fragile recently after everything that had happened before Lucas came along. She wasn’t sure how he was going to react about what she was about to say but his word choice was not making this any easier on the tall brunette.

‘‘The old Octaiva?’‘ She asks with a weak laugh falling from her lips, the old Octavia wouldn’t have done what she’d done. She’d never been that girl. But here she stood with a look of pure guilt spreading across her features.

‘‘I..’‘ She stops mid sentence as her eyes flicker to the ceiling to stop tears that were threatening to spill onto her tan cheeks. ‘‘I had planned on waiting, you know? For the right person to come along and then I was just hurt and sad and it happened. It’s not supposed to be like this your first time, right?’‘ She asks with fear in her eyes as she realised she’d rambled and not actually told him.

‘‘I slept with Russ…’‘

he was glad she didn’t push the subject any further. he wasn’t in the mood to have that conversation. he wasn’t sure he even wanted to have that conversation. he was well aware people changed, for better or for worse, and none of that stood in his power to choose. the time stopped around him when she started telling him what she wanted to tell him. and it wouldn’t bother a normal human being when they heard something like he just heard. but lucas always pictured this scenario a little differently. he’s been first in everything when it came to her life, without even wanting to. this was the one thing he actually wanted, he wished it, not sure why himself, but he wanted it. and he missed his chance “your first time is however you wanted it to be. you made a choice, don’t try to find excuses.” lucas cleared his throat and crossed his arms over his chest, trying to figure out why she was so sad about it, trying to keep his own feelings about this hidden. although his previous annoyance grew bigger and he was seconds away from bursting out and walking out the door, never coming back “did he hurt you?”

#octaviaspvcks

octaviaspvcks:

— The ride was too short, it was like a fleeting memory you had as a child that you could only recall around ten to fifteen seconds of before it went blank. Octavia had felt like she’d held her breath the entire ride there. And even though she kept silent and slightly relaxed into him; she was praying the ride would never end. But it did. Feeling the buzz die beneath her she finally let herself breath trying to think of every possible way this could end once those words left her mouth— it was inconclusive.

As she slipped from the bike and nodded her head ‘’Yeah inside is probably better than letting the whole world know my secrets, aye?’’ She offers a small smile but dissipates quickly. She walked up the steps to her loft apartment, fishing the keys from her back pocket and listening until it clicked into place. Once inside the confides of her place she kept her eyes anywhere but on him.

‘‘Do you want a drink? Something to eat? I could put music on..?’‘ She was rambling and acting extremely nervous; once again something that was unlike her.

“well, i don’t know. i’m starting to believe i can expect anything from you, lately.” lucas didn’t mean to be rude, but it came out involuntarily. he was starting to feel like he didn’t know her anymore and she had to be treated like he treated everybody else. with his guard up, expecting anything from her, whether good or bad. he followed her upstairs and once they were away from prying eyes, he removed his leather jacket, revealing a black v-neck t-shirt that fit his torso perfectly, showing out his muscles “how about you stop beating around the bush and just tell me what’s going on? that’s what the old octavia would’ve done ... i think.”

#octaviaspvcks

octaviaspvcks:

— Octavia stopped walking as she heard his words and looked over her shoulder to his bike, looking down for just a moment she tried to think about how she’d tell him about the previous night. The thing with Octavia was that she couldn’t keep secrets from him, she had done that once before and it bit her in the ass. As she turns and makes her way over to him she gulps thickly chucking her leg over the bike and wrapping her arms around his waist as she pulls herself closer to Lucas.

‘‘When we get back to mine, I need to talk to you..’‘ She murmurs closing her eyes as her face presses against his back— it was the closest she ever got to be with him and her heart is hammering against her chest as she lives in the moment, even if only short lived. Octavia felt like if she didn’t keep him close he’d drift away from her again, and it was terrifying so she clung to him like her life depended on it; just hoping he’d still be here once she told him what she was about to.

The hum of the bike was like a constant reminder that the second it was outside her house and that very hum died, she was going to have to say those words to him and pray he understood.

from experience, lucas knew the words i need to talk to you didn’t mean something good. it never did, not matter how much someone wanted them to. it was a nicer version of i have bad news. but he was hoping she would tell him about the night he came back, and why she had that mental breakdown. he was more interested in that than anything else. when they arrived, lucas climbed off of the bike and turned to octavia “shall we go inside?”

#octaviaspvcks

“music really does have the power to move people. Like, for example, justin bieber is playing in this cafe, so I’m going to find another cafe.”

#eod:starter #i am sorry but my brain doesn't work another way #right now #so have this instead

artbrennan-deactivated20180511

He hated wandering around the rubble. They’d combed the area for 48 hours now, he was sick of seeing the same debris. Art would much rather analyze the data than be on… security detail. He’d been in the field for fifteen years and felt his duties would be better spent catching the perpetrators than babysitting the remaining forensics scouring the warehouse.

Out of the corner of his eye, Art spotted someone waltzing down the street. Mind the yellow tape, he thought bitterly. No one had respect anymore it seemed, not even in a town this size. “Hey, what’s your business here?” He pointed towards the interruption, singling them out. “This is an active police investigation, we can’t have anything corrupting or disturbing it.”

deliriousmistakcs-blog

“really?” lucas was really curious to see what the police have found so far, in a pile of rubble “now the police is wasting time sending their officers to stare at a pile of rubble? what are your superiors hoping you’d find here, officer?”

#artbrennan

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