*✧･ﾟ𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 & 𝑺𝑶𝑼𝑹

[dylancrane]

INTRO . PINTEREST . PLAYLIST .

[wcrstbehaviior]

"and i said greyson isn't here," zoya responded almost immediately, her voice raised as she quickly sprung to her feet, her project all but forgotten as she followed dylan to the kitchen. any nerves she'd had seemingly vanished as she quickly found her confidence. "so you need to leave," she repeated herself, this time without any hesitation as she strolled forward to slam the fridge door shut. "now." she added, as she snatched a tomato out of the air. she didn't want to escalate to calling the police but if dylan continued she likely wouldn't have another choice.

[dylancrane]

she  honestly  wasn't  paying  too  much  attention  to  what  zoya  was  saying  but  when  the  fridge  shuts  ,  she  was  rightfully  upset  .  how  was  she  going  to  make  a  sandwich  now  ?  paying  more  attention  to  the  other  woman  now  although  she  was  hardly  concerned  about  what  was  going  on  ,  she  sighed  ,  leaning  on  the  kitchen  island  .  "  listen  ,  i  get  that  you  two  are  having  …  a  relationship  but  me  and  greyson  go  way  back  .  we've  known  each  other  our  entire  lives  and  if  he  didn't  want  to  talk  to  me  then  maybe  he  shouldn't  have  came  up  to  me  at  the  festival  …  "  she's  genuinely  pointing  it  out  ,  not  one  of  her  usual  jokes  .  he  had  spoken  to  her  for  a  reason  and  now  she  wanted  to  find  out  more  about  what  it  was  ,  whether  he  liked  it  or  not  .  "  i'm  not  here  because  i  have  some  bad  intention  …  i'm  sure  whatever  he  said  about  me  ,  he  didn't  say  that  i  was  bad  ,  "  dark  eyes  raising  to  meet  her  gaze  .  maybe  she  was  bluffing  about  knowing  that  but  she  was  sure  that  he  wouldn't  bad  mouth  her  .  he  was  the  one  who  was  the  issue  .

[seamusmacgowan]

"Oh, you mean like that age old party question who in history would you invite to dinner. Well, I guess if I saw Steve McQueen and Joan of Arch having a nosh together I would think differently." They answered to a question never asked. "Oh, fuck, come on this shite isn't really anyone's siren call of destiny bar to make it alive with the perfect crowd. I think tonight is not the night for an impromptu performance. "

[dylancrane]

"  if  i  saw  that  then  i'd  be  taking  out  my  camera  …  imagine  the  money  you  could  rake  in  selling  that  to  nepoupdates  ,  "  confessed  shamelessly  .  it  wasn't  like  it  was  a  real  possibility  .  although  ,  dylan  hardly  thought  anything  in  life  was  serious  ,  trying  her  best  to  always  be  on  the  outskirts  of  any  real  feelings  which  tried  to  invade  her  space  for  more  than  a  short  span  .  "  not  with  that  attitude  !  "  sentiment  appearing  to  be  repeated  ,  "  come  on  …  i'll  even  get  up  there  and  do  some  warm  up  introductions  …  a  bit  of  comedy  .  we'll  have  this  going  in  no  time  ,  "  did  dylan  have  talents  as  a  comedian  ?  probably  not  .  was  she  willing  to  do  anything  ?  definitely  .

[harbcrarbcr]

"Must run in the family," Arbor replied, dryly, unbothered. They weren't unwilling to talk about their trauma, if they could even call it that; he didn't remember enough about the loss of their parents or their existence in the first place to consider himself traumatized. He stared back at the couple, not truly believing there was anything off about them. But you could never know. "Not my kink, surprisingly -- I prefer the blood outside of the bedroom."

[dylancrane]

some  might  have  been  unnerved  by  the  company  but  dylan  took  it  in  her  stride  ,  never  seeming  to  be  too  worried  about  what  others  were  saying  .  at  times  it  seemed  that  everything  went  in  one  ear  and  out  of  the  other  …  a  moment  of  attention  spared  .  "  blood  outside  of  the  bedroom  ?  are  you  into  vampirism  ?  i  mean  ,  blood  but  no  kink  seems  less  sexy  and  more  murdery  but  who  am  i  to  judge  ?  just  a  simple  woman  living  in  a  complicated  world  ,  "  she  jokes  ,  good  mood  maintained  .

[wcrstbehaviior]

"christ, dylan, i don't know," jack was clearly frustrated, "maybe you can take a wild guess," he suggested. surely she wasn't that dense. of course he could've just told her. but he still wasn't looking to advertise the contents of the bag, seeing as it wasn't exactly legal.

[dylancrane]

"  oh  .  "  she  immediately  laughs  ,  not  one  to  have  the  same  subtle  approach  as  jack  and  finding  the  way  he  was  talking  so  weird  .  "  jesus  ,  why  were  you  talking  like  you  had  a  dead  body  tucked  in  there  ?  "  she  slams  her  shoulder  into  his  laughing  as  she  walked  on  ,  "  you're  so  funny  sometimes  …  lets  get  a  drink  before  you  explode  .  "

[wcrstbehaviior]

"that was fast," zoya didn't bother to look up from her knitting as she heard the sound of the door opening. she didn't even stop to think that it had been TOO fast or that she hadn't heard a key in the lock. though, she had also managed to miss greyson failing to lock the door in the first place. in fact, it wasn't until dylan said something that she realized it was a stranger and not her boyfriend that had opened the door. she let out a small shriek as she scrambled backwards on the couch, knitting needle outstretched in the event she needed a weapon. "how-what are you doing here?" she managed to get through her question without any stammering, though her hand continued to shake. a few more seconds passed before she spoke again. "you-you're that girl. the one greyson told me about," she furrowed her brow. "you need to leave."

[dylancrane]

unfazed  by  the  reaction  ,  dark  gaze  falling  to  the  knitting  needle  and  determining  that  it  was  no  real  threat  .  dylan  had  worked  in  war  torn  countries  ,  been  part  of  campaigns  that  threatened  real  violence  and  as  far  as  she  could  tell  …  this  woman  was  fairly  harmless  .    (    minus  carmen  ,  harmless  had  always  been  greysons  type    )    .    "  i  just  said  …  i  was  looking  for  greyson  ,  "  although  her  tone  is  a  lot  lighter  now  that  she  realises  that  the  object  of  her  grievances  isn't  present  and  she  will  have  to  wait  to  express  to  him  all  the  things  that  she  believes  are  so  wrong  about  his  current  life  .  taking  a  second  to  look  around  the  apartment  ,  she  makes  a  strange  sound  and  completely  ignores  what  zoya  is  saying  about  her  .  "  so  he  spoke  about  me  ?  warned  you  ?  of  course  he  did  ,  classic  greyson  …  getting  ahead  of  the  curve  to  avoid  having  to  be  uncomfortable  ,  "  grinning  as  she  strolls  further  into  the  apartment  and  away  from  zoya  ,  opening  the  fridge  and  beginning  to  inventory  as  she  picks  up  the  milk  carton  and  takes  a  swig  before  spitting  it  out  .  "  is  this  0%  ?  "  grimacing  as  she  screws  the  top  back  on  ,  leaving  the  bottle  on  the  side  as  she  begins  to  bring  out  all  the  vegetables  that  are  on  the  shelves  and  put  them  on  the  side  ,  fingertips  picking  up  some  tomatoes  and  beginning  to  toss  them  in  the  air  juggling  .  "  y'know  ,  i  could  have  killed  for  some  bacon  …  some  pastrami  but  i  guess  this  will  have  to  do  .  want  some  salad  ?  i  can  make  a  mean  salad  …  my  dads  a  shit  hot  cook  ,  "  starting  to  open  cupboards  in  search  of  a  chopping  board  .  might  as  well  make  herself  at  home  while  she  waited  .

[greymatthews]

                   trying  to  hold  back  from  rolling  his  eyes  ,  greyson  was  trying  to  be  . . .  CIVIL  .  whatever  that  meant  when  it  came  to  the  two  of  them  .  really  ,  there  was  probably  no  actual  reason  for  them  to  be  there  sitting  at  that  diner  together  . why  greyson  was  amusing  it  in  the  first  place  being  a  complete  mystery  to  him  .  although  ,  in  his  mind  he  was  doing  this  because  it  was  his  backwards  and  odd  way  of  laying  everything  on  the  table  and  getting  over  it  .  officially  moving  past  their  bizarre  past  .           (      deep  down  fully  aware  that  things  would  never  get  swept  under  the  rug  when  it  came  to  the  two  of  them  .      )          if  there  was  anything  he  knew  about  dylan  it  was  the  fact  that  she  was  incredibly  DIFFICULT  .  seemingly  making  his  life  ten  times  harder  than  he  ever  would’ve  liked  it  .            ❛      i  get  it  ,  you  hated  the  shoes  and  the  outfit  but  my  girlfriend  picked  them  out  . . .  she  liked  them  . . .  she  didn't  think  the  color  made  me  look  like  mayonnaise  . . .     ❜          voice  getting  quieter  as  he  continued  to  speak  .  a  true  OFFENSE  radiating  from  him  before  he  cleared  his  throat  and  shook  his  head  .  he  didn't  know  why  he  always  let  the  things  dylan  say  get  to  him  .  even  when  it  was  the  most  idiotic  things  .          ⏤           again  ,  before  he  could  really  say  anything  about  why  there  were  there  in  the  first  place  .  dylan  was  giving  him  a  deal  .  interests  perked  for  a  moment  as  he  raised  his  eyebrows  .  one  thing  to  get  dylan  off  his  back  for  a  whole  week  . . .  it  seemed  tempting  .  the  part  of  him  that  wanted  to  get  away  from  her  as  soon  and  as  much  as  possible  liking  any  idea  that  would  make  the  dream  of  running  away  from  her  possible  grabbed  his  attention  .  as  they  both  knew  ,  he  loved  to  run  away  from  things  ,  her  and  himself  included  .  but  as  soon  as  she  threw  out  her  deal  ,  the  look  on  greyson's  face  changed  from  INTERESTED  to  UNAMUSED  .          ❛     what're  you  talking  about  ?  i'm  not  going  to  feed  you  . . .  that's  . . .  why  would  you  even  want  that  ?     ❜          there  were  moments  he  could  never  understand  what  dylan  was  saying  to  him  or  why  .  other  times  when  he  felt  she  just  said  things  to  him  because  she  wanted  to  get  a  reaction  out  of  him  .  she  wanted  to  poke  at  him  because  she  knew  she  could  .           ❛      we're  not  doing  that  .  i'm  not  gonna  sit  here  making  airplane  noises  and  feeding  a  twenty - seven  year  old  woman  who  can  very  easily  feed  herself  .  don't  be  ridiculous  .     ❜

[dylancrane]

dylan  could  have  made  any  number  of  comments  about  why  greyson's  girlfriend  thought  he  looked  good  in  his  little  yellow  combo  with  boat  shoes  but  she  decided  not  to  .      (      none  of  them  were  insults  about  zoya  but  of  greyson's  ability  to  latch  onto  someone  who  wanted  and  asked  for  absolutely  nothing  from  him  that  required  a  personality  ⎯  his  get  out  of  jail  free  card      )      .        the  moment  of  peace  and  her  biting  her  tongue  lasted  only  moments  when  he  decided  to  point  out  that  she  was  being  ridiculous  and  worse  ,  acting  as  though  their  age  reflected  on  what  they  could  or  couldn't  do  .  dylan  was  sure  that  greyson  was  born  like  benjamin  button  ,  a  crumpled  up  old  man  who  had  no  spirit  for  fun  and  maybe  right  before  he  died  he'd  finally  be  someone  who  seemed  to  have  a  sense  of  humour  or  childlike  wonder  to  expose  to  the  world  .  a  girl  could  dream  .  "  oh  ,  so  you  invite  me  here  and  now  you're  just  calling  me  ridiculous  ?  i'm  making  you  a  perfectly  good  deal  and  you  just  want  to  throw  it  back  in  my  face  …  insulting  me  ,  "  clear  outrage  in  her  tone  although  under  other  circumstances  there  might  have  been  more  entertainment  ,  the  effect  they  had  on  one  another  completely  unique  and  outside  of  anything  someone  else  could  possibly  understand  .  she  flattened  the  menu  to  offer  him  a  glare  as  she  adds  ,  "  you  do  know  that  you  aren't  retired  yet  …  you  can  do  things  that  aren't  written  and  agreed  by  your  girlfriend  …  who  loves  dressing  you  like  an  old  man  who  boats  ,  apparently  ,  "  mocking  the  outfit  although  it  was  really  the  bottom  of  the  list  when  it  came  to  things  she  thought  were  seriously  wrong  with  greyson  and  his  life  .  she's  pointing  down  at  the  ultimate  burger  on  the  menu  ,  something  that  had  more  layers  than  should  have  been  humanely  possible  .  if  there  was  a  man  verses  food  challenge  then  she  probably  would  have  taken  that  .  "  i  want  this  .  and  an  apology  .  for  calling  me  ridiculous  and  implying  that  you're  not  ridiculous  like  you  don't  hear  the  words  that  come  out  of  your  own  mouth  ,  matthews  ,  "  tilting  her  chin  with  an  air  of  condescension  completely  unique  to  them  .

[oceanhrted]

       jupiter laughed. he never understood how people did not have boundaries. maybe that was wesley too, not his understanding boundaries. and then there were his best friends, who definitely knew how to get jupiter out of his comfort zone. they never understood boundaries either, but at least with them he'd give them a pass. " well, you must have done E V E R Y T H I N G you've ever wanted ?? " he questioned, with a smile. " jupey, that's a first. but fine, shots, but you're paying the first ones, " he smiled

[dylancrane]

"  almost  …  i  had  to  skip  some  of  the  illegal  ones  .  especially  when  i  was  in  the  middle  east  …  not  so  forgiving  ,  "  she  lets  out  a  laugh  ,  a  world  traveller  but  never  quite  finding  any  place  that  she  truly  belonged  in  the  world  .  she  always  seemed  to  be  searching  ,  thirsting  …  wanting  for  more  .  the  shots  are  in  and  she  slides  three  over  ,  "  sounds  good  to  me  .  soon  i'll  have  you  living  my  wicked  way  ,  "  as  she  lifts  one  to  her  own  lips  ,  liquid  slipping  away  easily  .

[caseyarchived]

casey  had  to  remind  himself  to  stop  letting  his  friends  drag  him  to  places  like  this.  what  does  someone  with  alcohol  intolerance  even  do  in  these  situations?  watch  everyone  get  drunk  around  him?  order  a  non  alcoholic  beverage  and  act  like  he  was  hammered?  the  worst  part  had  to  be  that  he  didn’t  even  come  in  his  own  car,  so  he  had  to  wait  for  his  idiotic  friend  to  stop  sucking  face  with  the  pink  haired  e  girl  in  the  corner  of  the  room  to  beg  him  to  please  take  him  home.  that,  or  he  could  just  get  an  uber,  maybe  he  would  do  just  that.  pulling  out  his  phone,  his  actions  seem  to  come  to  a  halt  when  someone  begins  talking  to  him.  a  brow  is  raised,  positive  she  was  bullshitting.  ❝who,  that  lesbian  couple  over  there?  pretty  sure  they’re  staring  at  you.❞  if  she  can  talk  out  her  ass,  so  can  he.  he  doesn’t  reply  at  the  mention  of  a  so  called  jack  valmount,  whoever  the  fuck  that  is.  ❝well  i  couldn’t  possibly  do  it  either,  what  if  they’re  into  some  really  weird  kinks?  what  if  they  smell  odd,  or  worse…  what  if  they’re  j.k  rowling  stans?❞  he  begins  shaking  his  head,  taking  a  sip  of  his  water.  ❝i  can’t  fathom  the  idea  of  ever  talking  to  one  of  those.  i  think  you  should  be  the  brave  one,  walk  on  over  there,  throw  your  drink  in  their  faces,  and  tell  them  to  stop  looking  over  here.  it  only  sounds  reasonable  to  me.❞

[dylancrane]

"  lesbians  ?  do  you  think  i  …  a  perfectly  reasonable  stranger  would  try  and  lie  to  you  about  who  those  two  wonderful  ladies  are  interested  in  ?  "  asked  incredulously  although  to  be  honest  ,  dylan  would  say  anything  to  anyone  ,  finding  it  funny  .  in  a  world  where  people  took  things  far  too  seriously  ,  all  she  took  serious  was  campaigning  and  running  far  away  from  anyone  who  wanted  her  to  commit  to  anything  that  seemed  like  it  was  going  to  take  a  lot  of  personal  effort  .  she's  taking  a  sip  of  her  drink  ,  liquid  sparkling  in  the  lighting  when  she  looks  at  him  properly  ,  gaze  straight  and  hues  of  dark  eyes  dancing  ,  alive  with  interest  and  excitement  that  was  a  constant  state  .  "  aren't  the  weird  kinks  the  ones  that  you  want  to  find  out  about  ?  they  don't  seem  like  j.k.  rowling  fans  …  we'd  be  able  to  feel  the  chill  of  those  vibes  from  over  here  ,  "  reassured  although  she  knows  nothing  about  them  .  never  really  sticking  around  to  find  out  what  kind  of  tastes  people  had  anyhow  even  though  she  was  a  big  fan  of  literature  …  harry  potter  not  making  her  top  ten  list  as  an  adult  .  she  furrows  her  eyebrows  although  it's  clear  that  she  holds  no  real  concern  .  "  i  couldn't  possibly  do  something  so  terrible  .  i'm  completely  civilised  ,  i  wouldn't  want  anyone  to  get  upset  …  plus  ,  they  might  not  be  wearing  waterproof  mascara  .  how  could  i  live  with  that  ?  "

[wcrstbehaviior]

"i can feel that it's not in the bag," jack was quick to offer up a response, though it clearly sounded like more of an excuse. he didn't exactly want to go digging around in the bag, at least, not in the open. not to mention it was the truth. "let's just say it's in your best interest that i don't answer that question."

[dylancrane]

if  there  was  one  thing  that  could  get  under  her  skin  ,  it  was  people  keeping  secrets  from  her  .  did  it  matter  what  was  in  jack's  bag  ?  could  it  change  anything  ?  doubtful  .  yet  her  irritation  grew  more  clear  ,  "  why  are  you  being  so  fucking  weird  about  your  bag  ?  "  asked  with  a  clear  shift  in  her  tone  .

[nctoriety]

the bright demeanor and friendly attitude that yemi displayed on a day to day basis might have made it appear as though he wasn't aware of the negativity that surrounded him. that he was oblivious to the bad things that could happen in the world, that did happen in the world. but that wasn't the case by a long shot. in fact, he would go as far as to say that he noticed negativity too much, which was why he tried his best to remain positive and upbeat. so it was no surprise that he could pick up on dylan's energy as they hung out together. something was off; she seemed like something was troubling her. and as much as yemi wanted to ask, he didn't want to pry or force her to say something. if she wanted to talk, she would. and fortunately for him, she brought up the subject sooner rather than later. "i mean... yeah, i do, actually. not a lot, but enough to know the feeling... did something happen?" he asked, the urge to help solve his friend's problems coming forth. "do you want to talk about it?"

[dylancrane]

luckily  for  yemi  ,  dylan  was  transparent  about  her  feelings  …  not  one  to  bottle  things  up  unless  they  were  deeper  than  the  ocean  .  a  few  things  she  never  spoke  of  ,  insecurities  that  were  sealed  in  an  eternal  tomb  where  she  promise  to  never  go  digging  .  she  seemed  to  hesitate  and  then  ,  "  talk  about  it  ?  there's  actually  not  even  anything  to  talk  about  because  you  can't  help  someone  who  doesn't  want  to  be  helped  …  you  just  have  to  leave  them  alone  to  do  whatever  they  want  …  "  ranted  with  a  smile  on  her  face  that  held  a  hint  of  derangement  that  only  seemed  to  come  when  a  certain  brunette  was  involved  .  the  year  the  two  had  known  each  other  ,  yemi  had  known  peace  from  her  obsession  with  the  ghost  writer  ,  not  even  knowing  that  they  knew  each  other  but  with  this  new  season  and  greyson  reaching  out  ,  her  unlikely  connection  had  been  reawakened  and  fought  to  be  free  like  before  .  she  couldn't  leave  greyson  in  the  past  and  apparently  …  he  couldn't  leave  her  either  .  "  but  actually  …  if  someone  wanted  to  be  left  alone  then  riddle  me  this  …  why  would  they  spend  all  the  time  complaining  ,  ignoring  you  and  then  even  quit  a  job  you  were  both  coincidentally  working  at  just  to  walk  up  to  you  at  a  fucking  festival  and  ask  you  about  your  family  like  you're  friends  ?  hm  ?  why  would  someone  do  that  ,  yemi  ?  "  hands  on  hips  ,  demanding  an  answer  for  questions  eve  nthe  universe  would  struggle  to  suss  out  .  they  were  two  ships  who  were  meant  to  pass  in  the  night  but  instead  they  went  full  titanic  v  iceberg  ,  sinking  everything  around  them  along  the  way  .

[greymatthews]

❛ . 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 ╱ @ 𝐃𝐘𝐋𝐀𝐍 ( @dylancrane )

                 inviting  dylan  out  to  a  diner  ,  what  greyson  assumed  to  be  safe  territory  .  they'd  be  in  public  and  most  importantly  ,  dylan  would  be  able  to  order  and  distract  herself  with  food  .  then  again  ,           (      when  have  any  of  those  things  actually  stopped  the  madness  that  happened  when  dylan  and  greyson  were  around  each  other  ?     )          either  way  ,  greyson  was  . . .  for  once  in  his  life  feeling  POSITIVE  and  HOPEFUL  that  this  would  go  at  the  very  least  ,  decently  .  after  the  way  things  ended  with  their  last  conversation  .  the  both  of  them  battling  to  see  who  could  storm  off  first  .  it  couldn't  go  worse  ,  could  it  ?         (     answer  ,  it  definitely  could  .     )         nevertheless  ,  greyson  sat  there  waiting  for  dylan  .  glancing  over  when  seeing  her  come  in  and  waving  a  bit  to  get  her  attention  so  she  knew  where  he  was  .  eyes  still  on  her  as  she  made  her  way  to  the  table  .  once  she  was  settled  ,  greyson  pressed  his  lips  together  for  a  moment  before  letting  out  a  deep  breath  .          ❛     um  ,  thanks  for  coming  .     ❜          he  spoke  ,  stopping  himself  from  talking  any  further  when  seeing  the  waitress  come  over  ,  filling  their  mugs  with  some  coffee  .         ❛     you  wanna  order  something  ?  it's  on  me  .     ❜         a  peace  offering  ?  or  maybe  it  was  more  a  distraction  .

[dylancrane]

there  was  something  very  post  divorce  about  it  .  dylan  had  never  been  married  ,  divorced  or  even  witnessed  a  divorce  seeing  as  how  her  mom  had  chosen  to  abandon  her  and  her  dad  at  the  drop  of  a  hat  but  she  decided  ,  this  was  what  it  must  look  like  .  two  people  meeting  in  a  diner  to  talk  about  their  shortcomings  and  clink  spoons  awkwardly  in  cups  .  it  was  a  good  thing  he  had  invited  her  though  because  she  had  so  many  cliff  notes  about  their  last  interaction  to  discuss  ;  how  she  had  been  the  one  to  storm  off  ,  why  he  was  mayonnaise  in  detail  and  how  he  should  never  wear  boat  shoes  when  he  wasn't  at  least  ten  meters  reach  of  a  real  boat  .  "  that's  okay  …  i  should  be  grateful  of  the  invitation  from  the  king  of  suburbia  ,  how  do  you  fit  me  into  your  schedule  when  you  have  so  many  yard  sales  to  coordinate  ?  "  she  grins  as  she  takes  the  menu  ,  an  offer  of  food  something  that  they  both  know  she  couldn't  resist  .  her  passions  for  eating  unrivalled  but  that  didn't  mean  she  didn't  know  what  he  was  doing  .  as  she  absorbed  the  menu  ,  she  lowered  it  to  look  after  them  .  "  i'll  make  you  a  deal  …  i'll  behave  myself  for  a  whole  week  .  since  we're  back  in  each  others  lives  now  ,  "  she's  probably  not  being  honest  ,  just  wanting  to  see  his  reaction  .  it  seemed  that  when  she  couldn't  get  what  she  wanted  ,  she  would  settle  for  a  small  reaction  .  anything  real  .  "  all  you  have  to  do  is  one  little  thing  .  it's  basically  nothing  …  you  just  have  to  feed  my  food  .  put  the  fork  in  and  …  "  making  a  noise  before  gesturing  at  her  mouth  ,  "  just  aeroplane  it  in  .  it'll  make  up  for  all  your  crimes  against  me  .  "

[dylancrane]

𝑭𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑫𝒀𝑳𝑨𝑵 & 𝒁𝑶𝒀𝑨 . @wcrstbehaviior

when  that  guy  she  met  at  the  festival  had  told  her  that  she  needed  to  implement  boundaries  ,  he  didn't  realise  how  accurate  he  was  .  dylan  ,  having  a  lot  of  free  time  due  to  the  strikes  that  were  going  on  and  also  always  able  to  make  time  for  her  interests  ,  including  following  greyson  around  to  confront  him  about  his  poor  life  choices  .        (  or  any  choice  he  decided  to  make  )        .      she  was  sufficiently  fast  at  tracking  him  down  ,  an  address  book  and  yellow  pages  not  even  needed  when  your  network  was  so  close  …  dylan  had  chosen  not  to  find  him  before  ,  to  let  him  go  .  as  if  it  was  something  she  had  power  over  ,  his  side  not  an  option  .  walking  into  his  apartment  ready  to  remind  him  exactly  why  he  was  mayonnaise  …  "  oh  …  you  aren't  greyson  .  he's  way  more  pale  ,  "  dark  gaze  falling  on  the  woman  who  was  in  the  home  although  she  didn't  feel  uncomfortable  having  just  walked  in  ,  thumb  pointing  in  the  direction  of  the  entrance  ,  "  door  was  unlocked  .  where  is  he  ?  i  have  a  bone  to  pick  with  him  ,  "  as  if  there  was  no  need  to  explain  her  own  sudden  presence  .

[seamusmacgowan]

Seamus smiled lightly at the joke. "A party of nine is not exactly what I would call a rager, but who am I to doubt your abilities" The thought of trying to convince crowds to come in made them scrunch up their nose. "I don't know about pied pipering that crowd. That's top tier of who you want and this place could be a bit much for that given the state of tthe place."

[dylancrane]

"  stop  being  a  pessimist  .  they  could  be  the  best  nine  people  you  could  ever  meet  ,  "  dylan  ,  not  so  much  an  optimist  as  someone  who  just  liked  to  bounce  around  ,  making  the  most  of  anything  .  "  have  you  no  faith  in  yourself  ?  in  your  abilities  ?  don't  quit  before  you've  even  tried  ,  "  blind  encouragement  although  mainly  wondering  whether  he  would  attempt  to  win  over  the  current  crowd  .

[dylancrane]

𝑭𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑫𝒀𝑳𝑨𝑵 & 𝒀𝑬𝑴𝑰 . @nctoriety

following  the  festival  ,  dylan's  normal  jovial  mood  seemed  dampened  by  the  shadows  that  seemed  to  overcast  her  ,  all  thanks  to  a  certain  greyson  matthews  ,  the  bane  of  her  life  .          (  no  less  than  she  was  his  )      .  it  was  unusual  for  her  to  exhibit  emotions  like  this  ,  turning  back  to  glance  at  yemi  who  was  seated  behind  her  ,  somewhat  oblivious  to  the  intertwined  nature  of  all  their  friendships  ,  or  whatever  they  were  ,  with  each  other  .  she  knew  that  yemi  was  close  with  jack  but  she  also  knew  jack  was  jack  ,  that  his  sexual  exploits  or  reckless  behaviours  were  no  mystery  ,  the  sham  of  their  relationship  not  one  of  new  yorks  pr  fakeries  but  more  that  neither  could  be  bothered  to  seek  some  real  commitment  in  the  world  .  either  way  ,  her  sadness  might  have  seemed  attributed  to  her  rogue  boyfriend  despite  that  never  upsetting  her  before  .  "  yemi  ,  do  you  ever  wonder  if  there's  eomthing  like  ,  deep  down  …  that  even  american  style  chilli  cheese  fries  can't  solve  ?  "

[greymatthews]

                     whenever  greyson  was  around  dylan  it  felt  like  he  was  being  thrown  back  into  a  time loop  .  back  to  the  times  fighting  with  each  other  about  things  he  𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓  fully  wrap  his  head  around  because  he  wasn't  willing  to  go  that  far  into  his  own  mind  .  back  to  the  times  where  she'd  pull  out  this  discomfort  inside  of  him  that  he  couldn't  fully  explain  what  it  meant  or  what  type  of  discomfort  it  was  .  whenever  he  was  around  dylan  it  felt  as  though  he  was  forced  to  sit  down  and  have  his  eyes  forced  open  long  enough  to  look  into  things  he  wanted  to  shut  his  eyes  to  .  that  in  itself  being  something  the  male  wanted  to  turn  and  run  from  .  but  oddly  enough  . . .  the  way  dylan  cared  or  even  felt  𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐘  about  whatever  greyson  was  willing  to  show  . . .  it  was  almost  more  passion  he'd  ever  gotten  from  anyone  .  there  was  nothing  romantic  about  it  ,  it  was  just  this  need  to  know  someone  to  the  point  of  having  a  screaming  match  with  them  in  the  middle  of  a  crowd  of  people  .  although  ,  greyson  didn't  really  think  he  was  a  special  case  to  dylan  .  he  felt  as  though  ,  this  was  just  her  personality  .  he  also  felt  as  though  she  wanted  to  know  things  about  him  or  she  wanted  there  to  be  𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄  because  it  was  a  project  for  her  .  why  ?  he  wasn't  completely  sure  .  he  didn't  know  if  it  came  because  she  was  stubborn  and  couldn't  take  what  he  was  giving  as  it  was  or  maybe  it  had  something  to  do  with  some  kind  of  guilt  she  felt  because  of  their  past  ?  although  ,  greyson  𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓  completely  convinced  by  that  because  dylan  had  made  it  clear  that  what  it  was  she  was  interested  in  when  it  came  to  greyson  matthews  ,  it  wasn't  about  that  .  she  wasn't  on  a  mission  to  get  any  kind  of  forgivenesses  from  him  .          (      greyson  knew  that  .     )         but  then  there  were  also  things  that  made  no  sense  to  him  that  she  wrote  in  her  letters  or  in  the  way  she  seemed  so  affected  by  the  way  he  held  himself  or  acted  .  he's  always  assumed  that  dylan  was  the  type  of  person  that  wouldn't  𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄  her  time  on  much  .  so  why  him  ?         ❛     maybe  this  is  all  there  is  ,  dylan  !  and  you  have  to  learn  to  accept  that  .  this  is  me  being  real  .  sometimes  that's  all  there  is  . . .  sometimes  people  don't  have  some  secret  layer  they're  trying  to  keep  from  everyone  else  and  as  much  as  you  hate  the  person  they  are  and  maybe  even  would  rather  there  be  something  else  in  there  ,  there's  just  not  !     ❜          greyson  blurted  out  before  his  eyebrows  furrowed  together  once  her  comment  processed  through  his  head  .  eyes  glancing  down  at  his  outfit  that  zoya  had  picked  out  to  coordinate  with  hers  before  looking  back  at  dylan  .  clearly  still  annoyed  and  frustrated  with  the  conversation  they  were  having  before  she  broke  and  started  talking  about  his  outfit  .  something  that  seemed  beside  the  point  in  that  current  moment  .          ❛      what⏤  i  don't  look  that  stupid  . . .      ❜           he  began  ,  smoothing  down  his  shirt  a  little  .         ❛      i'm  just  wearing  what  i  was  told  . . .  it  doesn't  even  matter  what  i'm  wearing  .     ❜

[dylancrane]

"  stop  𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆  !  "  her  tone  shrill  ,  the  scream  that  had  been  kept  in  over  the  past  year  wanting  to  get  free  .  she  knew  that  he  was  never  honest  ,  his  entire  personality  seeming  more  like  a  facade  than  a  person  .  it  was  true  …  sometimes  you  looked  in  someone's  eyes  and  saw  something  that  left  you  unable  to  turn  away  .  dylan  wished  every  single  day  for  months  that  it  had  been  anybody  but  him  ,  that  she  had  been  able  to  latch  onto  any  other  loser  in  the  entire  world  that  she  had  instead  scorned  and  left  behind  ,  her  personality  reckless  and  careless  yet  so  intense  .  she  didn't  want  to  admit  that  he  had  hurt  her  ,  touched  her  in  a  way  that  he  didn't  know  or  understand  and  really  ,  neither  did  she  .  all  the  things  she  had  to  say  about  him  ,  she  felt  connected  to  him  as  if  there  was  some  great  meaning  to  their  relationship  . (   how  stupid  ,  how  weird  for  someone  like  her  who  was  meant  for  crazy  moments  and  not  attachments  .  that  was  how  she  liked  to  live   )  .  "  you're  the  worst  kind  of  person  …  because  you  don't  even  know  how  to  look  in  the  mirror  ,  "  she's  pointing  ,  index  finger  and  painted  black  nail  waving  basically  in  his  face  despite  their  height  difference  .  "  if  you  did  then  you'd  see  that  you  look  stupid  .  pastel  completely  washes  you  out  and  …  and  why  are  you  wearing  boat  shoes  ?  are  you  on  a  boat  ?  𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃  ,  "  she  rants  ,  not  actually  meaning  to  fixate  on  his  appearance  but  it  was  nothing  she  had  seen  before  ,  nothing  that  she  wanted  to  see  𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  .  "  you  look  like  a  surburban  dad  with  six  kids  all  named  after  your  favourite  bible  characters  waiting  in  a  mini  bus  .  you  look  like  if  mayonnaise  was  a  𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍  𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 !  "

[oceanhrted]

       jupiter couldn't jump into a hook up like it was nothing. there had to be meaning behind it. he had to have some sort of emotional connection. he would enjoy it more if he knew the other person, if there was any F E E L I N G involved with them. he nodded in response to the other. " sounds like you should take a chapter of my book && set boundaries. or not jump into things right away, " he chuckled. " oh, you think so ?? " he laughed. " i like to see you try. "

[dylancrane]

"  boundaries  ?  "  pulling  a  face  as  if  she'd  never  heard  that  term  her  entire  life  …  something  about  it  against  everything  she  stood  for  .  whether  that  should  have  been  the  case  or  not  .  "  i'm  not  a  big  boundary  person  …  really  stops  me  from  doing  all  the  things  i  want  to  …  "  very  true  although  her  little  relationship  seemed  to  create  the  same  issues  (  for  her  ,  not  jack  evidently  )  .  "  and  try  i  will  !  get  those  shots  in  ,  jupey  .  we're  going  hard  ,  not  going  home  .  "