we were born to make history

James Scott, 32, Kleptomania, Narcisstic Personality Disorder,

[james--scott]

amberwhitt:

Amber chuckled, crossing her arms over her chest. “Wow, you really are a piece of work. My heart’s not broken.” She rolled her eyes at him and shifted, awkwardly. Whoever this guy was or thought was wasn’t scaring her at all. “Yeah, why don’t you take them and then tell me? Just because I don’t think I’m as beautiful as you doesn’t mean I’m pathetic. You’re really not nice and I do not appreciate being talked to like this!”

James kept a smile. “Good thing I don’t think I’m nice - I’m well aware.” He brushed his hair back, not too fazed by her words. “Boo-hoo, my heart breaks for you.”

[james--scott]

wecan-live-forever:

Jordyn recoiled slightly at the question, “Um.. anorexia and the usual depression and anxiety that partners all to well with it.” The blonde shrugged before curling up smaller into the corner of the sofa, “What about you? What brings you to this abode?” She agreed all too much with his statement and nodded sadly, a small grimace pulling at her lips. “It’s exactly like that.”

“They I’m too narcissistic - but I’m just confident if I do say so myself.” James laughed. He didn’t really listen to much of what she said. “And a unhealthy problem with stealing.”

[james--scott]

thefvckingdevil:

“Fuck that, I don’t want that stuff. I want ice cream sandwiches and soda.” Adrian pinched James’ hip where he had his hand resting, a little huff escaping him. “That’s too healthy. I need sugar in my system - my diet is just sugar, that’s what keeps me alive, I bet.”

“Hey.” James swatted his hand. “My poor boy, no wonder you were in jail - can’t run from the police.” 

[james--scott]

thefvckingdevil:

Adrian hated that James didn’t ever seem to get jealous, but he still figured that it was worth a shot. He was wrapped around the other’s finger, so even if he did make James jealous then nothing would ever come of it. “I want an ice cream sandwich,” He hummed, moving in closer to James. “And some sprite.”

“Very unlikely you will get either of those. Maybe some yogurt and a baby cookie, and some lemon water.” James shrugged. He wasn’t too sure for what he wanted to eat, but he brought Adrian attached to his side over to the food counter before grabbing a plate. “I want celery, and some peanut butter.”

[james--scott]

thefvckingdevil:

“They thought I was pretty,” Adrian drawled out - he was trying to make James a little jealous, get something out of him. He missed the pinch of anger that he could always count on the other for. “Yeah, I couldn’t resist you. They couldn’t resist me, either.”

James didn’t feel to jealous. He was well aware how Adrian was his and he knew he was too good for Adrian to just give up and chose someone else. “Okay, baby.” He chuckled, going into the cafeteria. “Let’s get you some ice cream so you can hush.”

[james--scott]

thefvckingdevil:

He grinned, moving in a bit closer to James and resting his head on his shoulder. “I like to think that I was the main event in our cell block,” He murmured, easily finding a way to slip in a slight change of subject. “I know you noticed how all of those other guys looked at me.” Adrian was just trying to get a reaction out of James at this point. “I know you noticed.”

“Sure there, Adrian. You were rather entertaining.” It was mostly from his delusions and just listening to him speak out loud of his adventures before being put in prison. “I definitely noticed - made me angry, though I knew you couldn’t resist me.”

[james--scott]

thefvckingdevil:

Adrian hummed, thinking it over for a few seconds. “I caused a little trouble on the way here, they wanted to sedate me but I threatened to rip out their throats if they did - it worked. They did put me behind the separator gate in the squad car, though, they didn’t want me being able to grab ‘em and shit. There was a little scuffle when we got here, too.”

“Good boy.” He liked heading about it, which just mostly gave him a sense of pride in the situation. “What else are you doing here? I have missed you - there was nothing happening back in prison after you left - one guy tried to escape, you know John from the few rooms down who worked in the cafeteria, yeah him.” James just talked, mostly liking the house of his own voice.

[james--scott]

wecan-live-forever:

Jordyn’s eyes widened a little before shaking off the stunned look from her features, there were plenty of ex-convicts in here but it often surprised her when meeting one. “That one always baffled me too.” She nodded, “I understand though. There’s like… no opportunity to feel human.” The blonde hoped that made sense, “I guess it’s not all bad, I don’t know I think I’ve been here for way too long. 8 months is starting to drag.” 

“8 months? Wow, what’s wrong with ya?” The comment wasn’t completely meant to be insensitive, and eight months felt like nothing compared to some of the guys he saw in prison. “They just pretend to give you a chance to feel human, but it’s all just pretend - like when you played house as a kid.”

[james--scott]

thefvckingdevil:

Adrian pouted before slipping an arm around James’ waist, starting to lead him toward the door. “I’ll show you some things while we’re on the way to the cafeteria.” Leaning up, he pressed a kiss to the other’s cheek and smiled softly. “I’ve been feeling okay,” He paused, shrugging. “It hasn’t been the same without you being around, y’know? I really did miss you.” It was more than just that - his transfer seemed like such short notice that it kind of felt like they barely got to say goodbye and that had been bothering him too. “I don’t like granola bars, they’re nasty. If they don’t have something good then I’m not getting anything.”

“What about all that trouble you get in?” James asked. He just wanted to hear more about the trouble that Adrian caused and less about the feelings - it was what drew him to him in the first place. “You don’t have to get anything at all then.”

[james--scott]

thefvckingdevil:

Even though he was goofing off, Adrian could tell that James wasn’t getting mad at him for it and he was pretty happy about that - he didn’t want to actually make him angry. “I’m totally not a brat,” He stuck his tongue out, standing up slowly and slipping his arms around the other’s waist. “Promise? I don’t want something shitty like a granola bar, I want something actually good.”

“Sure there, Adrian.” James squeezed his hand and offered a smile as he lead him out of his room. He felt significantly a lot more relaxed and didn’t take the time to think about how grateful he was to have found Adrian. He could’ve been stuck here alone but he’d found someone e was already really fond of. “How have you been feeling?” He asked, for once not talking about himself. “You will get a granola bar if that’s all they’ve got.”

[james--scott]

thefvckingdevil:

“That’s debatable.” He snorted out a laugh, rolling off the bed easily when James pulled him. Rather than catching himself or trying to stand up, Adrian allowed himself to hit the floor by the other’s feet, a soft whine escaping him. “Yes,” He huffed, leaning up and biting into James’ thigh before pushing himself up onto his knees. “Sore. Told you it’s been a while. Now I deserve ice cream.”

James squinted at him, thinking Adrian’s hysterics were more funny than anything right now. “Brat.” He fake scolded him, taking his hand and intertwining their fingers. He knew how unresistable he really was so he couldn’t blame Adrian for his need to please him. “Yes, I’ll find you something sweet. Don’t you worry.”

[james--scott]

thefvckingdevil:

Adrian hummed, stretching out on the bed again. He didn’t necessarily want to get dressed, but he also knew better than to not do as he was told. “The food here sucks,” He picked up the pile of clothes that landed on his chest, moving them off to the side of the bed so that he could sit up. “We should ask for ice cream.” He stood up slowly, stretching and groaning before finally starting to get dressed, pulling on his pants - sans underwear. “Or milkshakes or something. Maybe like, uh - cookies, too.”

“Better than prison food, Adrian.” He retorted, watching him get dressed carefully. “So I’ll take anything - though ice cream would be nice.” He agreed. “My poor boy, are you sore?” He teased, sticking his tongue out before grabbing Adrian’s wrist and pulling him off the bed.

[james--scott]

thefvckingdevil:

“I’m not doing anything wrong - I’m being good.” Adrian teased, reaching out and pinching James’ upper thigh, a smirk on his lips. He hummed softly, pinching him again before glancing up, although not quite making eye contact. 

James swatted his hand away before sipping his clothes. “Lay down there and be good.” He tutted, going into his clothing dresser and pulling him out some clean clothes. “Get stressed, baby boy.” He threw the clothes at him - he was mostly only doing this because obviously Adrian had other plans of just laying in bed some more and cuddling. “I want some food.”

[james--scott]

trcyknight:

“Says the head, says the coworkers. Says me. You’ll be able to speak with them once you’ve been fully inspected.” He said with a shrug, having a feeling if he would act nonchalantly or like the other didn’t really matter it could make him shut up. “Good. Maybe we’ll keep you there forever so no one will have to see you ever again and your existence will be forgotten. Spread your arms.” 

James a moment spread his arms, maybe just pretending for a second until reaching out his right arm and giving Troy a solid punch to the nose. Sure there was going to be conciseness but nothing was out of the norm for him. “That take, you fucker. Don’t you fuckin’ touch me without my consent.”

[james--scott]

wecan-live-forever:

Jordyn nodded, in acknowledgement. “How you finding it?” A light hearted conversation was something Jorydn had missed and her desire to spark up a chat was often followed by her asking an abundance of questions– either that or rambling at others until they tired of her and walked away. “Is this your first hospital?” 

“It’s fine. I get more freedom than prison but at the same time I get less. Why does someone have to check my heart rate every morning?” Maybe there was more of an invasion of privacy, while in prison he just had no privacy at all so there wasn’t this feeling of invasion. “Yeah, first hospital though.”

[james--scott]

thefvckingdevil:

Adrian stretched out, rolling up onto his side after a moment so that he was facing James. Propping his elbow up on the bed, he looked up at the other and smiled softly, humming to himself. “We’ll see,” He said slowly, a smirk settling onto his lips. “I dunno yet, if that was the reward for acting up then I may have to keep at it.” Part of him was teasing, not completely serious - but he kind of hoped that he could push it and get what he wanted again.

“Adrian -” He said in a warning tone, looking over at him as he started to dress himself once more. “Don’t you start again.” 

[james--scott]

thefvckingdevil:

Adrian laid there for a moment with his face in the pillow before lifting his head a bit. “I’ll clean it up later.” He offered, rolling over onto his back and stretching out, licking his lips. Reaching up, he brushed his fingers across the bottom of James’ shirt before sliding his hand up across the other’s stomach, slipping it under his shirt. “I want whatever you want,” He teased. “I want you, if that’s what you’re asking - I missed you, it’s been too long.”

- TIME SKIP -

James smiled, pressing a kiss to Adrian’s forehead. He was certainly sweaty, though he knew how handsome he probably looked. He pulled away from him, not taking any time before getting off the bed to at least put his boxers and bottoms back on. “Your welcome my boy.” He cooed, standing up and towering over the bed. He brushed his hair back. “Are you gonna quit your bratty behavior now?”