it ain't hard to define

DEAN DAWSON EIGHTEEN ST. JUDE'S SENIOR JESSE WALKER'S BFF ”Jesse is a friend, yeah I know he’s been a good friend of mine, but lately something’s changed and it ain’t hard to define, Jesse’s got himself a girl and I want to make her mine."

[devoid-dean]

shinebrightlikea-sapphire :

jaunty-jake.

“Sapphire, come on! I know you’re in there!” Jake called through her bedroom door, having been told by Scarlett that she was upstairs. “Please talk to me, Saph.” He pleaded, a hand on the door. “I’m coming in, okay?” Opening the door and looking around, it was clear that she actually wasn’t here, but the running of the shower next door was a good indicator for where she was. “Saph? Can I please talk to you? We can talk through the shower curtain, you don’t even have to look at me.” Jake cracked the door open a fraction, “Saph?”

Jake Hunter was the star quarterback. You know what that means? It means that when Sapphire attempted to outrun him, to slip out the back door before he could make it through the front or- if she could just catch a break- before his car’s engine turned off, she had no chance. Not one. It wasn’t lost on her how ridiculous she was being when she physically had to retreat back upstairs, running, tripping over her own feet while she racked her brain for somewhere to hide. Somewhere he wouldn’t find her. God, she was a terrible person… But that’s when she practically launched herself into the bathroom just before Jake could make it up the stairs. A sigh of relief and terrible, ugly guilt passed her lips until she heard Jake approach the bathroom door. Shit. Well. There was no other way out. Unbelievable.

Sapphire’s hand was over his mouth before he could, rightly so, react. Her head shook just a little, just enough to convey the implied ’not a word’. She closed her eyes when Jake said her name, biting on her bottom lip. Hating herself more than ever. He didn’t deserve this. Neither of did really. After all, Dean Dawson was just trying to take a shower. @devoid-dean

“Wha-?” Sapphire’s hand was over his mouth before he even had a second to react to her jumping into his shower- well... her shower, but still. Dean had heard her rushing into her room, but certainly hadn’t been prepared for this. And to make matters worse, Jake Hunter’s voice was approaching as he heard the door open again. He glared at her as he started talking, shooting her a ‘what the fuck?’ expression despite feeling somewhat amused. @jaunty-jake

[devoid-dean]

rose--haven :

                   He looked so lost and defeated as he turned to face her, and as much as she wanted to comfort him, she was rooted to the spot, the space between them seeming to stretch endlessly, even though they were contained in the four walls of her bedroom. She had done this, she had caused all of this pain and heartache for all of them, and she couldn’t blame him for wanting out. Not really. She took a shaky breath before she spoke, but her voice cracked anyway.

                        “I thought we were happy? I-I know it doesn’t change what happened, but I thought, maybe, it could be enough.”

                  God, he hated seeing her like this. He hated that he was causing that look in her eyes. All he wanted to do was drop the bag and wrap his arms around her. To tell her he loved her and he wasn’t going anywhere, but his feet were secured to the floor and his hand stayed clasped on the strap of the bag. Her words felt like a knife to his heart- every single one of them tearing through him as he tried not to break down.

                       “We were.” Dean wanted to tell her just how happy he was when he was with her, but he knew it would only make this harder. His voice shook at his next words, threatening to crack. “I’m sorry. We shouldn’t have done it like this. We-... I wish it was enough.”

[devoid-dean]

rose--haven :

                            To be completely honest, after the revelation that Jesse knew the night had turned hectic for Rose. Firstly there was that whole thing, and Dean. But more immediate and pressing had been her very drunk best friend and somehow getting her into a cab and home in one piece, surely Dean could wait and would understand. It took slightly longer than expected to de-tangle Tessa’s arms from around her neck, and even longer to get her to understand that no, she couldn’t come with her. But eventually with the cab door shut firmly and a stern word to the driver about not taking advantage of drunk underage girls, her duties were done. And Dean was nowhere to be found.

                        She hailed the next cab she saw, and spent the entire trip home running through the possible scenarios in her head. She’d screwed up big time. The whole entire mess was her fault, she was the one who had been drunk on tequila and kissed her then-boyfriend’s best friend on said boyfriends birthday, she was the one who broke said boyfriends heart, she was the one who had foolishly let it slip to Jason about that night. And now she was going to pay for it.  Like she deserved to.

                   As much as she’d tried to prepare herself for it, the scene she found on the other side of her bedroom door stopped her in her tracks. Dean looked like he had a good ninety five percent of his things packed already, and some distant part of her wanted to cry and beg him not to go.

                     “So what, you’re just leaving?”

                           Dean closed his eyes, his fingers pressing into the bridge of his nose before he slowly turned around, bag in hand. He looked defeated- like he was drowning and finally accepted his inevitable fate and stopped struggling; he didn’t want to die, but it was too difficult to stay afloat. Being with Rose made him happier than he can ever remember being and being out of that house was just an added bonus. If he could wake up beside her for the rest of his life, Dean would never need anything else in this world. But he couldn’t be that person without also waking up and hating himself for how he got there. He couldn’t do it anymore.

                    “We can’t do this.”

[devoid-dean]

sophiavandervort :

“Out of my way–” The sidewalk outside her favorite bagel joint was packed and Lex was not about to miss out on today’s special. “Oof. I’m sorry, but this is important.”

Steve was heading in the opposite direction, getting through the crowd with more ease than most when someone bumped into him. While he would normally have kept walking, the apologising voice was enough to stop him in his tracks. “Lex.” He couldn’t stop the grin from spreading across his lips, “You- Um...” Steve looked behind him to the bagel joint- of course that’s where she was going. He lifted his left hand, revealing a bag with a bagel logo on it. “You want one of mine? Queue’s pretty long in there too.”

[devoid-dean]

full name: Steven “Steve” Hunter age: 20 star sign: Taurus occupation: Tattoo Apprentice fc: Andy Biersack

petty scale: 7/10 - he likes to start shit

likes: motorcycles, tattoos, shirts with sleeves ripped off, leather vests, eye liner, family, heavy metal, rom-coms, Jack Daniels, bath salts, leather and silver jewellery, his hair, his eyebrow game, Disney, fluffy dogs dislikes: when his eyebrows don’t match, ridiculous tattoo requests, Joe Vandervort, mushrooms, face tattoos, bad hair days, liars, being called Steven, being roasted by every woman in his life, toxic masculinity

#quickfacts

Steve, sometimes Stevie, never Steven.

Looks like he could kill you, might actually kill you, but he won’t be happy about it.

Everyone thinks he’s angrier than he is; it’s just his face.

He’s so boujee. Like it takes so much effort to look like you don’t give a damn, but so much of what he owns is ridiculously expensive. Why does he have money? Where are his struggles?

When Camille wanted to move away from the Upper East Side, Steve refused to leave with her so ended up living with Dean and Rose. Frankly, he adores Rose- she took him to get his first tattoo and even gave him her old motorcycle. This year is the first time Steve hasn’t visited his mom for the summer as he wants to have a summer with his friends.

Due to his dad’s friendship with Jesse, Steve grew up in close proximity to the Walker family and, for as long as he can remember, he has been absolutely head over heels for Lex Walker. He can’t explain it and he’ll never try to. In fact, he has successfully pushed those feelings down for years and he plans to keep doing so. If only Angel would stop mocking him for his cliché ‘opposites attract’ route in life.

Eddie Vandervort has been his BFF basically his whole life and it was only natural that he would end up hanging out with Steve's other BFF (and cousin) Angel Prescott-Hunter. Steve has always known about Eddie’s thing™ for her and he constantly pesters him to tell her. Anything to get her away from her Huntzberger boyfriend (something his Uncle Logan has made perfectly clear that he wants).

#family

Parents: Dean Dawson & Camille Hunter (Rose Haven-step mom)

Sisters: Amber Dawson & ___ Hunter

Uncles: Logan & Jake Hunter

Cousins: Angel & Savanna Prescott-Hunter, Kyle & Eli Hunter, Ronnie Vandervort (secret)

Other: Sienna Haven (step-mom’s cousin), Emery Haven (through Sienna), Carter Prescott-Haven (married in cousin)

#connections

#hearteyes: Alexa “Lex” Walker (secret)

Like a sister: Stella Walker

BFFs: Angel Hunter & Eddie Vandervort

Friends: Niki Mahdavi (motorcycle enthusiast), Jade & Opal VanderBuren (family friends)

Annoyances: Holly Abrams (broke Eddie’s heart), Joe Vandervort (what a douche)

Amber’s BFF: Rani Cooper

Please help me add more!!

[devoid-dean]

TEXT: ALL

Jesse: Enough is enough. We have to do something about Gossip Girl and we have to do it now. It's time she was taken down, for good.

Jesse: Will you join in my crusade?

Jesse: ....Yes I did watch Les Mis to get pumped up for this but still. I'm taking Gossip Girl down.

Dean: You do remember that they all died for that crusade, right?

Dean: But yeah.

Dean: If you're going to do the stupid thing, then I have to too.

Dean: Consider me the alcoholic that fell asleep behind the bar to your Enjolras.

Dean: Minus the alcohol

Dean: x

[devoid-dean]

Fairball Recap~

Okay, so the replies will be continued, but the purposes of everyone being in the know, here’s what happened with Dean at the Fairchild Ball:

So right after the incident with Nate happened, Jesse mumbled “Jeez. I thought my best friend making out with my girlfriend on my birthday was bad.“ and Dean was right there in ear range. Dean wasn’t aware that Jesse knew about him and Rose kissing on his birthday until now and he’s just SO SAD. He legit hates himself for what he did and this just made it 100 times worse.

He left the ball not long after that (without Rose) and went back to her place (where he had practically been living) and packed up his things. Rose walked in on him as he was closing his bag and, yes, they broke up. Dean just couldn’t do it anymore.

He didn’t want to go back home though, so when he left Rose’s house, he headed over to the Vandervorts’ and asked Sophia if he could stay there for a little while. So that’s where he’s been for the last week and he hasn’t really spoke to Rose. He has also been hiding in Sapphire’s room whenever Jesse comes over to see Sophia. All in all, the boy is creating his own problems.

@rose--haven, @walker-on-sunshine, @sophiavandervort, @shinebrightlikea-sapphire

[devoid-dean]

Text || Dean & The Pussycats 😻

Dean: You three are on thin ice

Dean: I don't even care which one of you sent in the questionnaire

Dean: Thin. Ice.

[devoid-dean]

Okay, who do I speak to to cancel my subscription to this entire event? For starters, I didn’t even send that damn questionnaire, my code word was not PerkyAss7, and what the hell is a Hoss? Is this some kind of punishment for not picking up my socks? Last time I leave anything lying around the Vandervort home. Consider me warned.

[devoid-dean]

At the #springfling event, Dean has been chosen by the codeword "Hoss". What he doesn't know just yet is that his match is also known as: Gunnar Avery!

What the fuck?

[devoid-dean]

He couldn’t take it anymore. After that conversation with Jesse, Dean couldn’t stand to be at that stupid ass ball for a single second more. He hadn’t even been sure of where he was going until he was standing in Rose’s bedroom packing up his things. Who the hell was he trying to kid? This was never going to work. God, he just had to get his things together before Rose got home. He didn’t plan on just disappearing, but he needed to have his things together so that he wasn’t still packing when she got there. The sound of his zip filled the room as the door opened behind him and Dean couldn’t even bring himself to turn around.

@rose--haven

[devoid-dean]

walker-on-sunshine :

Ohmygod, Dean! There…you are.

What’d I what?

Who told you that?

[devoid-dean]

walker-on-sunshine :

Jeez. I thought my best friend making out with my girlfriend on my birthday was bad. This is just… Poor Nate.

@devoid-dean

What did you just-...?

[devoid-dean]

shinebrightlikea-sapphire :

… Deano.

Hm? No, no. I’m perfectly fine, thank you. Like- Super fine actually if you wanna talk about this dress which… You can’t. Because you have a girlfriend. Rose. Rosie-pose. [ Furrows her brow. ] We shouldn’t be talking.

Yeah... hey.

It’s a very nice dress, Saph, but you really don’t look-... Wait, what? What do you mean we shouldn’t be talking? I have a girlfriend, so what? I’m allowed to have friends too, and more importantly, I’m allowed to check up on them when they look like they’re having a shitshow of a time. Let me just get you some water.

[devoid-dean]

rose--haven :

                   Oh, yes. I can absolutely help you with a house in the Hamptons. There are some lovely properties on the market there at the moment, with owners who are keen to sell. So you just say the word and I’ll organize some viewings! Thank you, you look lovely too. Enjoy the evening!

                 Now, where are these mythical shrimp puffs?

                  Um, I think they’re being stolen left, right and centre, I’m afraid. [ just listen to that overly polite, half awkward tone ] I spoke to one of the security guards earlier, maybe we could get her to track down the culprits. [ he hates himself ] So, uh... are you having a nice time tonight, Mrs Haven?

[devoid-dean]

suttonvalentine :

I’ll probably step on your feet.

@devoid-dean

Well then, it’s a good thing I’m wearing these ridiculously solid shoes.

[devoid-dean]

shinebrightlikea-sapphire :

Excuse me.

Don’t even, Mrs Vandekamp. If it has ‘Van’ in the name then I can sit at the table. You don’t like it, feel free to move and take your last season Fendi purse with you. Buh-bye.

Woah, hey. Sapphire? Hey, are you okay? Do- Look, Mrs Van-whatever. If you really have that big a problem with a girl taking a second to herself then why don’t you go find a security guard? Until then, back off.

Do you need some water? Or something?