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What's the cringiest thing you did when you were a teenager?

          “ Pretended I was STRAIGHT. “

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 “  Thanks, i’m glad somebody appreciates them. “ She couldn’t help but giggle after saying that. “ Well I wish i could do that. Switch ?” Asking as she gives him a smile . Shaking her head as she didn’t believe Elliot most of the time. It was just how she was with him. “ I’ve never seen you here and i would see you. “ Giving him a look as she tells him.  Allison laughed as she rolled her eyes . “ I can’t believe you just did that. “   She took the dollar from her bra and examined. Then she put it back and patted  her bra. “ Welcome to the community. We got … nothing good. “ She tells as she crosses her arms .

           Elliot hated strip clubs to begin with. It felt like cheating. There was no victory in getting a lap dance. All you did was pay for it. It was clear this was a degrading place for women, and not all glamour and gold, so he wasn’t really into the idea of going to a place to see woman dance mostly naked for money. Not to mention, it’s not his cup of tea anyways. So h too, could hardly believe he did that. He shoved his hands into his pockets with discomfort and laughed. It was still kinda funny, though.   “ Thank you. Do I get a button or a card or something? “   He questioned casually.   “ It’s not fun it is comes with something good, I know that. “   He laughed.

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Rosalie laughed softly, coming down the stairs, shaking her head. “Pure soul?” She glanced over at Lauren who smiled brightly saying something along the lines of, ‘I was coloring, momma..’ Rosalie laughed once again before speaking up. “Elliot, I’m not going to eradicate my child.” Lauren giggled softly and began coloring once again, but constantly looking across the table at Elliot. The first time she had met Elliot, he was doing Rosalie’s make up for a red carpet event. She found it funny every time he would get irritated. The two ended up arguing all night which Lauren found to be hilarious since she was only a kid and Elliot felt the need to actually argue with a child. ‘mommy, Elliot is talking with his mouth full..’ Of course Lauren was going to try to get him to argue with her again. She thought it was the funniest thing, but that’s just what three year olds do. There’s no such thing as terrible twos—terrible threes…. that’s a different story. “That he is, but Elliot is our guest, sweetie.. He’s not doing anything.” Rosalie giggled, sitting between the two.

            He never exactly knew what it was about children that pushed his buttons so much. Probably the fact that he was an actual child himself and didn’t want to share the attention. Or how they were literally the salt of the earth. Children could make you feel like shit without even trying. They had a way with saying the meanest shit. Granted, he had yet to get that from Lauren but it was only a matter of time. Children lacked filters. As shown by her calling him out for talking while chewing.   “ Zip it, pipsqueak! “  He pointed his fork at her, aggressively stabbing his salad and taking another bite, making sure this time to chew and swallow before speaking to Rosalie once again.   “ Doesn’t she have like, chores to do, or something? “   He was so out of touch with the world of children. He had no younger siblings and he was the baby of the entire family. He babysat once and knew never to do that again. They peeved him to his core.   “ I just want to eat and not be ridiculed or stared at, thank you very much. “

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soooooooo i’m still feeling... p shitty and being on here isn’t really helping so i’m gonna blast and go to the gym. don’t know how long i’ll be there, probably until i cry and my limbs wanna fall off bc no pAIN NO GAIN AMIRITE. but when i come back idk how much i’ll be on i might just make gifs for the night

but my sk*pe is available for those who want it !! and as always, plotting for el and vi are more than welcome. if u like this i’ll message u abt any of these.

blah blah blah i’m gonna head out now.

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“why do i even bother?”

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           Elliot and Carter stood over the open hood of his car. One was clean, one was dirty, and then there was a piece of shit car that was probably going to be put to rest soon. Honestly, it was a miracle the thing has last as long as it has, and bless Carter’s soul for putting his heart and soul into this turd on wheels. Elliot places his hands on his hips and sighs.  Why does he even bother?    “ Good question, Mr. Mechanic Man. Why don’t I just buy a horse and wagon at this point? I’m sure it’s more cost effective than bringing this thing in every other week. “   A hand slaps his shoulder in what is his attempt at a comforting motion.   “ You did your best, and that’s all I ask. I’ll just keep driving it until it blows up. That way my mama can get some good insurance money and I will finally be released from this hell of my car. “ 

He took a step back and got another look at his car.   “ Do people tip mechanics ?   Probably not. But I mean, thank you, really. You have graced my car with your touch and while I think the devil is in her and she can’t be saved, you tried your hardest. “   He hated this car, but he was thankful for his best efforts.   “ I will invite you to the funeral. “   

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“then what do you suggest?” ( SPENCER )

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           It was loud, and Elliot needed company for a new launch at Sephora. You’d think, because he works there, he’d get first dibs. But no, he had to go to the one just outside the city and wait in line for an hour. Why not bring company? Sitting and mildly flirting and checking his feed, Elliot was hungry, and waiting to get inside to grab his eyeshadow palette and leave. He couldn’t imagine Spencer was crazed about the situation either. He thought it was just going to be a nice afternoon. Now he had to deal with being dragged around a large store, using the tall figure as a shield to grab what he was looking for off the display. 

Gil were fucking crazy and he was about ready to throw a punch before he stopped. Nearly at the counter, he nearly ran into one who was searching for what he had. They were close to the counter. It was a jungle. He felt terrible for Spencer but it’s too late. He loomed over Elliot, and asked the dreaded question. He would not rope him into this.  “ I suggest you go wait out the door and i’ll handle this myself. If I tuck and roll the whole way these bitch can’t get me. Okay? One, two three, BREAK! “ and he was gone, blasting for the counter. He wanted lunch really badly.

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i took a nap like 3 hours ago, n honestly, i feel like actual garbage. n not in the cute way. my day’s been real shitty and i feel shitty for letting these ask memes stand in my inbox, so i’ll try to do as many as i can but i’m gonna try n stay off the dash

if u wanna im me to plot as always, feel free to like this. my skype is also open for yall. n vivian is still looking for more plots. anyways, i’m gonna kinda blast. sorry yall.

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"don't you dare walk away."

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              They weren’t even drunk. Maybe that’s what was shaking his rib cage so much when their voices were raising and Elliot’s mascara was running down his cheeks. Was it always going to be like this? Would they just keep going until one day one really did walk away? Elliot refused to believe it had crossed the line into something bad— something he wouldn’t be proud of in the future. He wasn’t dependent on Kai. He wouldn’t let himself create that sort of relationship.

But what were they doing other than hurting each other? Other than kissing with passion and licking each other’s wounds. They were safe, though. They’d made it to a place where Elliot wasn’t being haunted by his demons. He wasn’t dulled or bland and neither was Kai. Maybe it was causing issues.

But he still stood there, in the hall, thinking about leaving right there because he was shaking with anger. But what would that do? That would further the idea that this wasn’t good. Elliot could bare the idea of letting himself fall into something that boiled and burned his heart. What would his mother think? Fears aside, Elliot wanted whatever this was, to work. His hand runs over his cheek and he sniffs, looking back up at Kai.    “ Where would I go? Hm? Back to that shitty West Coast town? Back to New Braunfels? New York? “   He huffs, wrapping his arms around his waist. He felt small, and vulnerable. They both were.   “ I hate it when I walk away from you. I’m tired of it. If I walk away, where do I go? Kai, I’m so sick of myself being too scared for you. “   He wants to just collapse in his arms but instead he leans against the wall, his temple hitting the dry paint. Elliot wasn’t one to practice healthy relationships but he knows storming out and not working through your shit is step number one to fast tracking to something horrible. Austin was a new beginning. He really had to try to be better.   “ I’m sorry, Kai. I want to be better for you. “

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your aesthetic is glitter powder shining in florescent lit rooms and fishnets under ripped jeans. your eyeliner is sharp enough to cut a man and you'll use his blood as the perfect shade of red lipstick. you're like a slow song playing in the back room separated by a doorway filled with beads, mysterious and private, but alluring and dangerous.

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