barely breathing

james trevor. seventeen.

[jamiedarrk]

“hey!” jamie called out. he really wasn’t sure what he was supposed to be doing. he was still tired and out of touch from the gas, and one of the last things he wanted to do was to have to clean up the damage. “are you rowan? they told me i had to meet someone named rowan here to help clear the streets.” ( @cfweaponx )

[jamiedarrk]

liltrevor‌:

even after taking a leave of absence from the navy, cyrus didn’t stop his rigorous training routine. after all, muscles needed to be constantly stimulated or they lose their strength. he was doing some overhead presses in the training room before setting down the large bar with many plates stacked on the ends. he took in a deep breath and picked up his water bottle that was on the floor next to him. after taking in a large gulp, cyrus realized someone was hovering and usually in the gym that meant someone was waiting to use to equipment. “ you need this? i’m just about to be finished if you just wanna wait five minutes? “ 

jamie didn’t even like the training room. it reminded him too much of his childhood, especially when he saw other teens practicing their fighting maneuvers. sure, he could be found there occasionally on his own for his cardiac health and such, but in general it gave him a sinking feeling in his stomach, and he felt his heart rate elevate without even engaging in any physical activity. he scanned the machines, his backpack still slung over his shoulder until he laid eyes on his uncle and made his way over. “nah, go ahead and keep...pumping iron or whatever,” jamie said. “i just got out of class. i was looking for you.”

[jamiedarrk]

“i don’t give a shit what happened.” ( @teddybrocks ) || accepting

“really? cause i think you kinda should,” jamie said, starting to get heated but trying to hold himself back. “the whole fuckin’ city was poisoned or some shit. i saw things...you’re trying to tell me you don’t care?”

[jamiedarrk]

greenhairedmama‌:

“if these kids wreck all this…” lorna dane took great pride in what she did, including decorate for events, namely those events she’d had a hand in around town. of course, now she was taking pride while sipping a martini on the side of the dance floor, near the doorway to the rest of the hall, talking completely to herself. not that she cared, she’d done far stranger things. she surveyed her hard work ( done mostly with the aid of her powers of course ) and sipped her martini, not bothering to finish the minor threat, a pleasant smile coming over her face.

“i can’t speak for anyone else, but i can tell you that this kid won’t be involved in any kind of wrecking,” jamie said. he was fully aware that the woman hadn’t intended to start a conversation with her comment, but he took it as an opening nonetheless. he was having trouble connecting with mostly anyone at the dance, so why not hang out with the adults? “i’m only here because my mom thinks it’s important for me to be socialized.”

[jamiedarrk]

livingshivld‌:

“ that is… a very cynical outlook on life , “ they laugh in an almost ‘ unsure of what to say ‘ kind of way. 

“i feel like you’d think the same thing if you were raised the way i was.” jamie intentionally held back from sharing things about himself, but he always enjoyed dishing out a bit of mystery.

[jamiedarrk]

tofuisms‌:

she was caught between two different stones, so to speak - EXASPERATED that in spite of her efforts, another one had made its way out into her little brother’s vicinity, and entertained at the immediate slip up. she settled for something in between, allowing her chuckle to bubble up and leave her lips, though her gaze was somewhat pointed. “it’s good,” she reasserted, trying to get him to go with it for as long as it took for her to dig out her own earphones ( stuffed in a back pocket ) and shove them into her phone, giving them to milo. he remained glued to the screen, none the wiser to what was going on around him, and put the earbuds in his ears zombielike. “you don’t have to apologize. it’s fine. that song is a heap of shit - i mighta reacted the same way.” all bets were off, it seemed, soon as he couldn’t hear. “it?” she blinked, the pointed look returning, “he’s a PERSON, for one. not an inanimate object. or a pet. and his name’s MILO.”

jamie wasted no time comprehending the look she gave him. he figured he was on thin ice at this point, but couldn’t help the upward twitch of his mouth as a giggle left her lips. “it’s just a force of habit, honestly,” he told her. he was accustomed to being more aggressive and closed off, especially with strangers. conversation was specially hard for jamie to maintain, but he had been working on it with theora and adrian for the past few years. unfortunately, he was a slow learner. he raised his eyebrows at her profanity, then looked at the oblivious kid, the song seemingly hypnotizing him. “him, then.” he said. “milo. cute name. mine’s jamie, not sure if you care.”

[jamiedarrk]

stvrdustisms‌:

@jamiedarrk said: ‘ i was a good person for six months . that’s like five years . ’ 

Morgan hummed. “Oh that’s nice.” They said with a smile. “Perhaps you try a bit longer next time. That would be quite lovely.”

“maybe not, it ended up taking a lot out of me, honestly,” jamie said with a slight wry smile. “still think i should have called it quits after six weeks instead.”

[stlinskim]

[jamiedarrk]

‘ that’s not a present . that’s just common decency . ’ ( @fiidelis )

“really? guess i wouldn’t know any better,” jamie chuckled humorlessly, looking at the floor. “it was just lunch, dude. i’m sure if you gave me more time i could have found enough quarters for it. i’ll pay you back tomorrow.”

[jamiedarrk]

‘ is everything okay ? i mean , other than , you know … everything . ’( @wvtchful )

“oh yeah. just peachy, theo,” he sighed. “by the way, do you want me to start calling you mom at some point or is it okay if i stick with theora?”

[jamiedarrk]

❛ this is an on - fire garbage can. could be a nursery. ❜ ( @volatileforces )

“what the fuck on god’s green earth does that even mean?”

[jamiedarrk]

wvtchful‌:

@jamiedarrk said: ❛ they always have that ‘fun mom’ energy. ❜

“Sorry, kid.” Theora said. “You got stuck with a boring mom.” 

“honestly i’m kind of glad for it,” he told her. “you don’t make me hang out with you or...give me a curfew, really.”

[jamiedarrk]

grlking‌:

“ okay , but you should still get it looked at. it won’t hurt to be extra careful , you know ? “

“careful? what’s that?” he joked, although his tone didn’t betray any amusement. “It’s fine, it’s just a bruise. I’ve had way worse, anyway.”

[jamiedarrk]

tofuisms‌:

* closed starter for @jamiedarrk / “get out of here with this SHIT.” 

“man, language-” moving faster than she thought was POSSIBLE, tova clapped a hand over each of her little brothers ears, holding her position even as he tried, in order ; looking up at her, shaking her hands off, and ducking out of her grasp. glowering across at him as baby shark played a little too loudly from her phone in milo’s hands, she gave it a couple beats to be sure that there were no other cusses coming their way before she dropped her hands and murmured for him to turn it down, a notch, next words directed back to jamie. “it’s not a bad song,” she was arguing for the sake of arguing, solely because her brother was present ; any other time, she’d have had actual TASTE. 

“fuck, sorry,” jamie said without thinking, and immediately slapped a hand over his dumb mouth. the only kids he had ever been around were the kids who had trained with him in the league, and they weren’t the most compassionate of people. it had kind of turned him off from most people, especially kids. “it sucks,” he persisted, shoving his hands back in his pockets, reverting to his usual standoffish posture. “i am sorry, though. i didn’t see the kid.” he glared at the tiny human. “what’s — uh...what’s it’s name?”

[deadlycgifs]

You don’t have to be alone.

[jamiedarrk]

wcndergal‌:

“do you also have a concussion? do you not know who i am?” her tone a bit short, “don’t worry about it” she mocked shaking her head and rifling around the freezer for something cold. “are there any frozen vegetables in this house? what does theora feed you?” she finally picked up a pint of ice cream and brought it over to him. “okay, this is the part where you tell me what happened, and i’ll pretend not to get upset.” she pulled off the lid of the ice cream and plopped down two spoons.

despite not being a mother, reagan was blessed with the maternal instinct from a young age. it’s in part of what made her such a great teacher. even if jamie wasn’t a part of her bloodline, once theora took him under her wing, he became part of the family.

“i don’t have a concussion, adrian,” he joked, a tiny smirk jerking up the corner of his mouth. he shifted to a sitting position on the couch, watching reagan search fruitlessly for something in the fridge. “she doesn’t, usually,” he said. as much as jamie loved his foster mother, he found himself wandering into big belly burger with a few stolen cents on a few too many occasions. he would never say anything, though. he didn’t want anyone to worry. he moved to face reagan. “fight at school,” he admitted. “i don’t even really know what happened. i think i started it, i may not have. will you come into the principal’s office if they call? i think theora stopped picking up calls from the school.” jamie took one of the spoons and dug up a bite of ice cream.

[jamiedarrk]

professionaltrouble‌:

“I wasn’t gonna ask,” Thalia replied curtly. She didn’t care what hills other people wanted to die on, as long as they didn’t drag her into it. “I was just gonna say you should put some ice on it. Helps with the swelling.”

jamie fought back a smirk. the girl’s coldness was something he was used to, and he appreciated the familiarity for a moment. “don’t think that’s gonna help much at this point. fight was yesterday,” he said. “you should see the other guy, though.”