fingers grip the pen in his hand as it taps against his open page, words beginning to get jumbled in his head as he tries to think of the ANSWER. tucked into the farthest corner of the diner, a bright blue gaze is lifted towards a little girl stood at his side. she gives him a SMILE, and a cheery voice compliments not only the baby pink skirt he’s wearing, but also the iridescent glitter on his cheekbones. it pulls almost a shy grin from eric’s lips as he sits up, completely abandoning his work to keep the little girl engaged in conversation. “ you really think so ? “ he asks with a smile, gaze lifting from her when the worried ( and attractive ) father comes bounding over.
––– exhausted and at wits end, he knew that just getting a cup of COFFEE into his system could fix anything in a moment. finally being sat down with his daughter across from him, he passed her the place mat that doubled as a menu. though, the it was passed to no one as he looked around, trying to find his JUNEBUG. though, the sight of something sparkle in his peripherals was a place to start. “ goddamn it, ” he muttered, getting up from the booth he was stuck in, rushing to the ( now ) pair. “ JUNE RAI. ” he scolded, picking her up from the ground. “ you can’t just go around touching people clothes, june. ” granted, he was never very STRICT with him, never having the heart to yell at her. “ i’m so sorry, really. ”
––– fingers hooked around the back of his shoes, he let his feet feel the ground, walking along the sand, occasionally KICKING the water out of his way as the grains filled the spaces between his toes. it wasn’t long before he found a spot to just sit and watching the waves rise and fall against the dried sand, the tide only growing with each wave. seconds of waves turned to minutes and maybe a full hour. greyson always seemed to lose track of time whenever water was around. yet, there was just something itching at him, seeing a female only meters away from him. “ h-hey ? ” no response. “ hey, you’re starting to BURN. ” moving to his hands and knees, he crawled over to her, shading her body with his own. “ hello ?! ” he called, waving his hands in front of her, as if it were to wake her.
hello ! it me again and i’m sure you don’t wanna really hear about me since you can read about it in my intro post for steele. so, instead, i’m gonna say some super quick stuff for max and actually try to make an effort to not make it super long.
( mark fischbach, twenty-seven, he/him ) is that [ maxwell hamada ] walking in? i heard they’re a [ police officer ] who’s lived in edinburgh for [ three years ]. people who have talked to [ max ] say [ his ] favorite book is [ the harry potter series by j.k. rowling ] and they’re [ + cautious ], but also very [ - stubborn ]. personally, they remind me of [ peeling and worn leather, a crackling fire, and neon lights against the rain. ]
ok, to start he was born in seattle washington, but about a month after being born he was adopted by the wonderful hamada family which is why..... his last name is mont deinitely not german or korean which is his ethnicity.
so maxwell hamada is a really sad boy and he needs friends and people to love him. he’s sad bc he literally has no family left. like . they’re all dead. well, except for his lil three y/o daughter.
his parents are both gone so lets not talk about that so much, but i can tell you he was SUPER close to his mom, like his mom was his number one friends bc he was kind of small and skinny all throughout elementary/middle school.
due to all of the shit that happened w his parents, he’s in a really bad place and that’s why he’s really cold & distant so. im sorrie
his dad on the other hand, his dad hated him and his brother and he was the absolute worst. gross. speaking of, when he told his dad he was gay, his dad started calling him every fucking name in the book and not only that, he decided it’d work if he hurt the gay out of him. so, when he was younger he was victim to lots of cuts, bruises, and broken bones. his body is riddled w scars. pls don’t ask about them.
he’s a police officer, but he’s one of the good ones.
he’s usually found at chapter one w his big doggo named snickers, filling out tons and tons of paper work while drinking coffee. he’s super quiet so trying to talk to him is a struggle, but pls approach him, he’ll try his best to be kind . even if it comes off as apathy.
back to his daughter, she’s super tiny and her name is june and she loves running off so if she bumps into u i’m so VERY sorry but she’s super nice and will apologize
uh he is a single father bc his gf left after she gave birth to his lil june
oh ! and rly quick . i swear he’s really nice once u actually get something out of him. until then he mostly stays to himself and stay p quiet
pfft also he’s 6′5 FEAR HIM.
that’s about as much as i’ve got on max for right now i know some stuff is gonna change and i’ll remember some stuff along the way, but that’s a pretty general outline and important info !!! but, like i say in every intro post. PLS PLOT W MY BABIE BOY.
the glass in front of adam barely has a sip taken out of it, beads of condensation rolling down the smooth walls and collecting on the table’s surface. adam had given up on nursing it, what with his attention solely focusing on the musician on stage. it’s soothing, settling the tension from the day better than the alcohol adam had planned to remedy it with. his head is cradled in his propped up hands as he watches the man perform. when there’s a break in the set, adam can’t help it. he stands from his seat, ordering a beer from the bar before carefully approaching the stage. “hey,” he greets shyly. “you probably hear this a lot, but you’re really talented.”
@glowdrunk
––– arms were outstretched above his head, letting his arms and back crack, making sure the pressure that gravity had weighed on his back. he decided that this was going to be one of those sets that would make it easy for him to sleep later that night; relaxing music that he knew the chords off by heart. simply lyrics that he didn’t have to spend time remembering. japanese denim was by far a favorite of his, playing just before they began the bar music once again. raising from his chair, he crouched down, leveling with the man who approached him. “ uh, yeah, thanks. ” in reality, it wasn’t something he heard often. a few of the people he considered friends had said it, but they were obliged to say so. “ any requests ? ” steele asked, soft grin on his lips as if it were more a joke than anything else.
a small nod of his head follows as steele tells him just about when he had gotten the piercings, though not that jasper had really cared that much. he was just trying to be friendly without trying to get too invested. because getting invested meant that he’d get attached—and in all honesty that was the LAST thing he wanted. steele had already left once—who’s to say he won’t do it again ? it already hurt ENOUGH to lose him the first time. the younger licks his lips as his arms come up to hug himself, face twisting up a bit when they bump shoulders—tries to ignore the fire immediately burning up inside him. “ does always suck to be lied to, yeah… i’m sorry that happened to you. “ that part of the conversation almost ends immediately when jas adds on, “ it’s good to see you, steele. “ though it physically PAINS him to say the words, because he’s on the opposite end of the spectrum completely. “ then we don’t have to. i’m just trying to be friendly. “
––– a hurricane of swears swirled around in his head, knowing that he needed to lift his feet from the ground and move away from him. go back to his shitty apartment and never leave, NEVER see the sky again because it wasn’t worth it if he had to look at jasper everyday and not stare at him with eyes that were silently BEGGING for him to come home with him. just come home with him and curl up together only to catch up on show about cops in brooklyn. if only to see him SMILE with him around, hear his loud and booming laugh. “ no, no, jas –– per. ” nearly letting the nickname pass by his lips without a filter, as if it were allowed yet. “ i can’t do this. as in, talk to you and pretend like i can say something to you without my heart aching. it’s BULLSHIT. you might be over me, but it’s not mutual. ” that’s too much, steele. too much, too soon, too far.
jasper stays silent as he simply watches steele, worrying his bottom lip between his lip. taking in the things he hadn’t noticed before, the new things—and of course the things he’s missed the MOST about steele. which jas’ brain quickly comes to realize is just a l l of him. there’s an unreachable ITCH in his heart as he watches an old lover, though he makes it a point to not scratch it—he was afraid of what may come leaking out. “ when did you get your ears pierced ? “ head tilts to the side a small bit, and he swore he was finally over steele. he really did. but having him here—standing in front of jasper after a full year. it just brings back a gnawing soreness inside him. finally the INEVITABLE question comes out, arms crossing over his chest. “ so… how was it ? y’know, when you went away ? was it all you had hoped ? any of those big dreams come true ? “
––– towering over the other was quite a familiar feeling, of course, he towered over most, but for some reason, their height difference ( of ten whole inches ) seemed like there was a WHOLE WORLD between the two. the feeling of distance between them made steele’s body work before his brain as a few long stride and he was already millimeters away from brushing shoulders with jasper. picking a book from the shelf he shrugged softly, “ not sure, half a year ago, i believe. ” answering his question, not a question he cared about, in all honesty. though, the next few came as a surprise. not knowing how to answer, but definitely not with a lie. “ seeing as am back here, not that great. ” he muttered, shutting the book with a great CLAP ! only to look down at jasper, “ i was lied to, so, i guess i know how that feels now. ” a fleeting smile appeared on his face, almost as if he were saying goodbye once more. “ i’m sorry, jasper. but i don’t want to do THIS. ”
adam’s been staring at this guy longer than is really socially acceptable. he’s slumped over in a squishy arm chair in the corner of the book store, the novel he’s skimming through open in his lap. it’s just- the guy looks so familiar. adam knows he knows his face, but he can’t place where, and it’s driving him crazy. he shifts, his eyes squinting, and then it hits. immediately he springs out of the chair and crosses the store. he shoves his hands in his pockets and gives as disarming of a smile as he can when he approaches. “hey, this is gonna sound weird, but you look super familiar. you don’t happen to stream games on twitch, do you?”
@glowdrunk
––– fingertips raced across the page, turning it with a soft grin on his lips as the story was just hitting it’s climax. finding out that alex had just been tossed into jail for fourteen years, of course, reading his FAVORITE book of all time. though, a voice rung, obviously far too close to be talking to anyone else but himself. brows furrowed as he looks up at him, frowning. it was only until he heard the name of the popular site that he shut his book, a mental reminder of what page he was on. “ twitch ? yeah, i do ! ” a grin appeared on his lips, someone actually RECOGNIZING him doesn’t happen often, but when it does, it’s like finding the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. “ do you –– are you a viewer ? ”
there’s a pregnant pause when jasper hears steele say he had nowhere else to go, and jasper wants to tell him he did—that he always had a place with jasper. but he bites it down, and pushes back memories that tend to creep to the front of his brain. “ i know you didn’t. “ there’s a nod of his head, quick to just agree with steele. the younger boy knew steele was WAITING for the anger, to maybe throw a punch or to yell and cry—but steele of ALL PEOPLE should know it would never come. jasper song did not get angry, he thought it was a useless and unlike him feeling. he still doesn’t look up to meet steele’s gaze, but instead walks away to the next aisle of books over—taking steele in for the first time in a year. “ you haven’t changed… “ he says, but in actuality he feels as though a stranger looks back at him.
––– pearly whites cover his bottom lip as steele watches the boy move around the shelves. it hurts to see him move without feeling an ounce of DISCOMFORT, unlike himself who was feeling tension in the air. whether it was one-sided or not, he hated how it made his heart race. there was a just a moment that steele had to take for himself to simply look at his silhouette. memories flooded back, pictures etched onto the inside of his eyelids, taking a moment to look at each flashing image that matches his body. the legs that he held onto whenever he felt the boy hop onto his back, the waist he held as the slow danced to no music, the chest he left marks on so he remembered him once he left, hands that were engulfed by his own, and a face that could make ANGELS CRY. looking back at the books before him, he whispered toward them instead of the boy, “ and neither have you, ” his voice was gentle, pushed from his throat as if he choked on them instead.
hello ! it me again and i’m sure you don’t wanna really hear about me since you can read about it in my intro post for steele. so, instead, i’m gonna say some super quick stuff for greyson and actually try to make an effort to not make it super long.
( keiynan lonsdale, twenty-three, he/him ) is that [ greyson “grey” fawkes ] walking in? i heard they’re a [ twitch streamer ] who’s lived in edinburgh for [ six years ]. people who have talked to [ grey ] say [ his ] favorite book is [ a clockwork orange by anthony burgess ] and they’re [ + understanding ], but also very [ - irresponsible ]. personally, they remind me of [ dead flower crowns, minor chords on the ukulele, pink sunrises and bloodshot eyes. ]
so, he was born in rehoboth beach, delaware so he was always a water babie and he LOVES the beach or rly anything with water. so lakes, beaches, rivers... THE RAIN.
uh but the issue was, his mom bought him a playstation when he was rly young he kind of fell in love w video games so.
he didn’t stop going to the beach tho...... just kind of stayed inside a little more
when school started, he was always kind of made fun of for the clothes he wore bc he constantly wore board shorts and oversized, tie dye shorts . & he still wears that to this day
uh u see that gif that i used up there. ya that’s him in canon. so bleached / straightened hair in a flower crown. wearing a tie dye kimono and a long necklace . YA. that’s him
uh . Gay. VERY VERY GAY.
he was the youngest of four kids. three older sisters, tbh. and his mom was a single mother bc his father went on a tour as a backup singer and. Never Came Back.
but its totally cool bc his mom is super smart and a doctor and support them just fine and also treated him like a prince
even tho he knew his momma wasn’t very happy that he left bc she thought he was the love of her life but that’s not v important
so six years ago he was like. freshly seventeen and he wanted to leave the beach and go more to like. a sea side kind of town and also somewhere he knew the language. English. so this seemed like a good enough place to settle down and get focused on what doing more of what he loved ( video games ) in a place he loves ( somewhere near the water )
i promise he’s really sweet and amazing and kind and sUPER COOL. BETTER THAN STEELE ANY DAY OF THE WEEK.
anyways. in summary
greyson vc: oceans cool. games are cooler.
“ okay, so get this — there’s this cool new night tour in the city where they walk you around and talk about the dark and shady past of edinburgh. like murder and torture kind of shady.” athena began, blue eyes widening in excitement while her hands gesticulated wildly as she spoke to the person beside her. “ which is cool enough on it’s own because murder mysteries are always cool — obviously. but what’s even better is they take us to canongate cemetery and i was thinking we could break off and go ghost hunting. plus, y’know, the grave of the guy tom riddle who helped inspire j.k rowling of voldemort is there.” athena grinned. “ naturally we need to go. so what do you say ?? ”
––– narrowed eyes stared at the smaller of the pair, nearly scoffing at how and why she was offer to do something so juvenile or rather, STUPID. though, he stuck around and watched her as she spoke instead of breaking off and giving up on the conversation all together. it honestly worried him, how her mind was constantly overflowing with ideas of adventure, adventures that could get her arrested. “ you know, ” he began, shoving his hand in his pockets, “ that’s called TRESPASSING. it’s a crime. ” a temporary shrug in his arms just mumbling, “ ‘sides, i spent all of middle school in graveyards with my hair covering my eyes. i’d like one cringe-less night. but the thought was there. ”
jasper remembers the night steele left VIVIDLY. sometime late at night—4 am maybe ? it was all a huge blur—he would listen to the rustling of steele climbing out of his bed and collecting his things, and would then be followed the soft c l i c k of his front door closing—signaling the older boys ABSENCE. did it hurt ? absolutely. he didn’t feel like HIM for the longest time after steele had left—but time heals all wounds. it’s not until he sees the smudged eye makeup through the bookshelf—a replay of the FIRST time they met—does the pain start to rise again, little bit by little. it’s his N A M E that finally gets him, eyes dropping from steele’s ( he knew them anywhere. how could he not ? ) to stare at the worn book in his hands. “ decided to come back, huh ? “ there’s no bitterness or sadness of the such in his tone, but he’s still speaking to the book in his hands instead of directly to steele.
––– it was the exact reaction he expected, or at least close to what he expected. though, he deserved more of a PUNCH in the face or pouring salt in the wounds jasper deserved to leave in his skin. it would’ve hurt LESS than the words that were shared between the two. it would’ve been less traumatic then leaving a note to tell him that not even JASPER could make him stay in edinburgh. “ i had nowhere else to go, ” he muttered, pulling a book from the shelf, just wanted to see more of his face, wanted to feel some sense of pain between the two. he wanted jasper to be ANGRY at him. steele wanted to see that anger in his face. “ and i knew i’d find a home here. –– even if wasn’t where i wanted. ” it’s not that easy steele.
Leaning his head away a bit, Hunny reaches up to swat at Steele’s hand; aside from that, he seems just as calm as he ever does, his expression hardly changing. At least he’s consistent. “Ass kissing would imply that I want something from you, and you don’t really have anything that I want.” He says, and maybe he doesn’t mean for it to sound quite how it does, but it’s out there, isn’t it? And he does mean it to some degree that will probably get horribly misinterpreted, despite his best efforts. That’s just how these things seem to go. Heaving out a burdened sigh, he drains the rest of his glass, and then politely waits for the bartender to have a free moment before he speaks out and asks for a another (please and thank you).
––– there was something about this shared banter that could always keep him entertained, which is something steele craved. it was unbelievably easy for him to get bored quickly, only to move on to the next thing that might entertain him for a little bit; as the cycle repeats. though, hunny, he seemed to be the one entertaining thing that stuck around. he was like a leech, but in whatever GOOD way that could be taken. perhaps it was because the company was nice, but steele highly doubted that. even he knew his company was horrible, so it was a mystery why he could always fine hunny around. “ nothing ? really ? i’m sure i could CHANGE YOUR MIND about that. ” he flashed a toothy grin, paired with a quick wink; eyes focused on him as she tipped his glass back.
Entertaining the condescension in his tone would be giving it too much credit. Hunny ignores the name calling, and he instead focuses on tracing the tip of one finger delicately about the rim of his glass, an almost bored expression on his face. Whatever is hidden behind it is for him to know, the wheels turning in his head as he tries to figure out a way to make this conversation shift into something more positive. He’s not about these negative vibes, and he’s not going to keep on fueling the fire of them. It’s difficult with Steele. Very difficult. Hunny, however, is very, very stubborn. Clearing his throat, Hunny settles his expression into a more amiable arrangement. “You were amazing, as usual. Maybe even more so than usual.” He compliments, even adding a little smile onto it. It’s sincere, just like it always is.
––– a glass was handed to him, filled with a darker that average liquid. a good guess would’ve been scotch, but far too generic for steele to ever enjoy. nope, it was just a glass of straight crown royal. the only thing that felt good going down and made his anger subside as best as it could. though as he sipped at it, SAVORING the taste that it held, he looked at the only person he could refer as friend in the entirety of the bar. “ oh, yeah ? ” a concerned expression passed over his feature, a finger coming up to the other’s face, thumb passing over his nose. “ one sec’, there’s something on your nose, it’s brown, ” a grin replaced his lips, “ probably because you’re kissing my ass. ”
