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sweet-drsweet:

She was sweet, just like her name suggested, but every now and then Marie had a hard morning with a few people who rubbed her the wrong way and made her want to be anything but. Still, even after everything she couldn’t exactly bring herself to snap back, taking the verbal abuse and carrying with her all the way to work. The traffic and at calling she encountered didn’t help, but it all counted as factors to why she was so late for work. “ Hello! I’m here! Sorry about that, traffic was – I’m sorry.” She breathed out as she apologized to the staff and the waiting patients. “ Who’s first today?”

Damn it. The first thought that had run through Jared’s mind when the dentist had come rushing through the door to declare her explanation as to why she was late. He really thought this was the moment he’d get out of it. He’d have to reschedule and push it off for another few months, because who really enjoyed going to the dentist? At his age, there was no free stickers or toys, although the reprimanding for lack of flossing seemed to follow him into adulthood. Sinking further into his seat, the blond could only peer over his phone screen with disappointment written across his features. The idea that he’d be able to just sit there and be passed over was nothing more than a wet dream that came to an abrupt halt when he heard his surname being projected into the waiting room by the man behind the desk. “Yeah, I heard you the first three times, buddy,” Jared finally responded, but with little desire to actually make his way over to the dentist. “You know, you could let the mom and kid go first,” he added with a pointed gaze towards the woman and child seated close by. She could let everyone go first.

#→ Marie Sweet

ellexlawrence:

Bars typically weren’t Eloise’s scene. She wasn’t a big drinker, and she rarely had the time to go out between her job and looking after her daughter. However, tonight she reluctantly agreed to go out to a bar with some of the people she worked with. Elle didn’t get out much, and most of the time she kept to herself. She had been in Nantucket for five months already and didn’t really have any friends, which was fine by her. She was used to living a solitary life. When her co-workers went to dance and make fools of themselves, Elle made her way over to the bar countertop to get another drink. “Is this seat taken?” The petite woman asked the person seated next to the empty barstool.

His focus on the bartender had only lasted the duration of a time it took to request a round of shots for his group before Jared propped himself up on the barstool. His forearms were resting on the counter as the male awaited the alcohol he so desperately craved to continuously fuel the liquid courage he had built up over the course of an hour. Luckily so because the moment he heard the familiar voice ask for the empty seat the blond quickly shifted his form, turning towards Elle. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t my favorite ballerina,” Jared addressed the woman before extending his hand out to the brunette to help her up on the stool. “I thought you said you don’t go to these sort of things.” At least that had been his impression the last three times Elle had so gracefully shot down his offer to take her out for drinks.

#→ Elle Lawrence

ronsaes-deactivated20171202

jared-delaney-blog

@peterstewart

#ft. Peter Stewart

thereal-antonia:

“Cute.” She replied, not at all amused by the younger man. “This isn’t a test. It’s a genuine question. I don’t want it. If I did, I’d still be living in Manhattan and Married. If you don’t want it I’m jut going to give it away to some one else or throw it away.” Antonia hoped she wouldn’t live to regret hiring Jared, but he had a way of pushing her buttons so it didn’t seem all that unlikely. “Last chance. Do you want it? Yes or no.”

At the older woman’s words, Jared could only look at her with doubt as he mauled over the question. God, she must have really hated whoever had given her that ring a thought he’d have to pry into later if she was generous enough to spike poolside drinks with hard liquor. “See, that’s exactly what you would say if it was a test too. So, I’m gonna go with no.” A disingenuine smile graced the young man’s lips as if pride had taken over his disposition. He passed the test, even if there hadn’t been one to pass. “I guess you could say I value this job too much to pass it up for a ring. Besides, I can’t say I’d know what to do without seeing that look on your face at least one more time.”

#→ Antonia Lefarve

senecaroe:

“You know the best part about being a teacher?” Seneca asked, coffee in hand as she walked along the pier. “Not having to work for two months,” she admitted with a small laugh as she hand a hand through her hair. “I love kids but being surrounded by kids at home and at work, I needed a break.”

“You’re a mom?” he inquired, interest clearly being directed away from the index card in his hand that had facts about Nantucket from a very unreliable source and towards the blonde woman. Jared had only managed to catch the end of her comment, but the pressing concern about giving a tour of the town he knew little of had seemed to dissipate as their conversation momentarily found its way to another topic. “I never would have guessed. You don’t exactly look like the standard mom. Speaking of things I would have never guessed,” he trailed on, averting his gaze down to the card with handwriting that could be deemed illegible, “did you know there isn’t a single traffic light here?” The moment the words had left his lips Jared’s brow furrowed, soon displaying the disbelief that had come from the fact. “Wait, what? This town is a traffic accident waiting to happen. I already know an idiot who wants to ride a Vespa around here.”

#→ Seneca Roe

mviamitchell

#》mirror #》musing #-getting hyped in the car aka pam

thereal-antonia:

“Want an engagement ring? You can honestly have it for free.” Antonia was holding out the ring with a considerably large diamond in her hand. “I just want to get rid of it. I need to get rid of it.”

“Is that supposed to be a test?” the blond male asked with evident suspicion in his tone of voice as blue eyes traveled from the expensive diamond ring in the woman’s grasp to the icy gaze of his employer. It had only been a week since the initial meeting and if this was supposed to be a pass or fail situation, well she wasn’t doing a very good job at executing it properly. The weight of the male’s form was stabilized by the pole of the leaf skimmer as he directed an index finger at the costly object. “You’re supposed to leave that by the pool and see if I take it with one of your fancy outdoor cameras,” Jared corrected with an all too common smug expression that played on his features as he continued, “It’s fine, we can try it again, say same time tomorrow? I’ll even act surprised when I find it.”

#→ Antonia Lefarve

Jared Delaney is twenty-three and has resided in Nantucket, MA for less than a year. (try around 4ish months) He works as a pool technician and tour guide. Also, He gets mistaken for Dacre Montgomery all the time.

(he would with the gif)

#nant:intro #-watch me add 10 million other things to this later #andddd I'm gonna come at you all for plots

TURN OF EVENTS — NANTUCKET, MA.

Highlight event in Jared’s life: A change of address.

Please forward all mail from Hermosa Beach, California to Nantucket, Massachusettes

Back in March of 2018 Jared had been living in Southern California but had been abruptly called home to Sacramento by his father who was worried he wasn’t living up to his potential. Too distracted by the lure of Hollywood and desire to earn fame fast was the entry-level psychology diagnosis that had Richard (daddy Delaney) suggesting Jared should visit his sister on the East Coast. It just so happened that at the time Jared’s best friend was also headed East for an indie film he was starring in. Now, for anyone who didn’t know the dynamic duo, they weren’t the type to pass up an opportunity for bonding on the open road. So with what they considered a killer playlist, the boys headed to Massachusettes in Jared’s old Toyota Corolla named Pam. Yes, after Pam Anderson. A few road stops and nights spent sleeping in the car they finally made it to Nantucket in April 2018. Jared continued his business as being a pool technician (aka glorified term for a pool boy) while also securing a job as a local tour guide despite how brief his time in the town had been. In other words, he lied...a lot.

#》highlight #ft. Peter Stewart

vanessakingrp:

Jared mentioning a picture tied her stomach up in knots and she sighed deeply. “Why does there have to be a picture? And of what?” The brunette wondered if he could tell how annoyed she was truly as he got closer to her. So close she could smell his scent and get a better look at his flattering features. And he said that she had “a smile like that”. He won by far, honestly, Vanessa hated how attractive he was. Made it so much harder to say no, but she’d never admit that. It’d go straight to his head.

Taking a bit of his tostada because she was genuinely curious about its taste, Vanessa looked at him and asked. “Who says we’ll be hanging out later?” She was half joking but made a small face in surprise that he would even say that. What could they possibly do, and for how long that would make her get hungry again later that night? Van smirked as she thought of it, her mind going to the gutter as she tried to figure it out as if it was a riddle.

“Who said we wouldn’t?” Jared retorted with an evident smugness in his tone as he leaned his frame back on the chair, draping his arm across the back of Vanessa’s seat. Shifting the weight of his body, the blond turned, directing his torso towards her. “Maybe that’s exactly why I need a picture of you...for later.” the blond had no qualms about throwing the idea out there so Vanessa could assume an ulterior meaning on her own, even if there wasn’t any, well, in this case, there was a possibility what Jared had said meant exactly that.

“Come on, eat up,” he insisted, his arm moving off the back of the chair in order to place the palm of his hand on woman’s back momentarily. “Drink up too, you really wanna waste that shot?” As he sat up once again Jared reverted his gaze from the woman to the unfinished food that had yet to be consumed. The blond didn’t say much after that, too preoccupied with eating and taking his fifth shot with had solidified his chances of buzzed driving down to zero. Luckily, the walk back to Hermosa wasn’t too far since it didn’t seem like Vanessa was in any state of sobriety to be driving either. Even with Jared’s alleged expertise at being drunk, five shots in and he was feeling...happy and relaxed with an overwhelming sense of confidence he of all people didn’t need.

#→ Vanessa King #》it's a trap!

jacquelineswagner:

“If you have a problem with J, then insult him,” Jacqueline replied coolly. Not that she really understood what Jared’s issue with J was, but regardless of that the conflict between the two men should have stayed that way. She was no longer in love with J, and it may have taken some time to get to this point, but Jacqueline cared about him. “Do you understand why there was an issue with what you said?” she asked in a slightly gentler tone. She didn’t want to just chew him out; she needed him to understand why it was so hurtful that he implied that she had sex for money. Sure, she’d been harassed and called a plethora of things by random drunk men in bars after she rejected them. But her own cousin was quite wounding, even if he didn’t mean it in the same context as those men did.

“I know you’re sorry, but doesn’t mean the damage is undone. You can’t just say things like that, Jared. To me or to anyone else,” she continued telling her younger cousin, trying to keep her tone down. “But for now, I accept your apology. Doesn’t mean I’m not still upset, but it’s a starting point,” she conceded.

“Well...yeah. I know I insulted you. I know what I said about you but God, it wasn’t meant to be about you.” He insisted upon hearing his cousin’s inquiry. Honestly, it sounded like she had been scolding a child and maybe on some level she had. Jared decided to opt out of the additional comment that what he said could have been seen as a compliment towards Jacquline in some twisted way and for good reason. He didn’t need his cousin slapping the crap out of him in the middle of a department store. Even if she wasn’t the type to discuss private matters publically that comment would have easily put anyone over the edge.

“I just know I fucked up...with you. Not with Harmon, that asshole deserves whatever the hell he has coming to him,” the blond added as if his distaste for his sworn enemy of Hermosa Beach wasn’t already evident. “So, we cool? I mean yeah we’re cool, we will be...” Jared trailed off falling into a silence between the cousins which was only broken once the younger of the two wrapped his arms around the blonde in a tight embrace. His way of expressing gratitude for her forgiveness. He pulled away from the hug only to place his hands on the woman’s shoulders, directing his line of sight at her blue gaze. “You mean a whole fucking lot to me. You know you deserve a hell of a lot better than anyone here.”

#→ Jacqueline Wagner

kitoriley:

The one thing Kit had missed most while locked up was the freedom of driving his motorcycle. It had been one of the first things he did when he got out, and he still took every opportunity he could to blaze down the road on it. He had taken one such opportunity today, after the guy who owned the shop told him to take off. There hadn’t been a lot of business, and even if he did need the money, he needed the freedom even more.

He hadn’t been driving all that long when he spotted the car ahead. Not that it was hard to spot, what with the black smoke rising from the hood into the blue sky. He gave a sigh as he pulled off behind the car. Judging from the guy who was standing next to it, it wasn’t going to get fixed anytime soon, and he could at least give him a ride.

“Hey man, you need some help?” He called, letting the bike rest on the kickstand as he swung off it.

The sound of the motorcycle caused Jared to quickly turn towards the noise as blue eyes witnessed his own personal savior descend through a blanket the thick smoke. It was either that or Jared was about to find out what it was like to get mugged on the side of the road, but being the optimist he was the blond opted for a more positive outcome. Luckily the words of the alleged stranger proved him right which in turn caused the young distressed male to release a breathe he hadn’t even realized he held. “God, yes.” Slipping his phone back into his pocket, Jared turned to gesture to the smoking car.

“I don’t know what happened. I was just driving and it started smoking. It’s not gonna blow up or catch fire, right? That car costs more than my life.” Not to mention the owner of said car wouldn’t be exactly pleased with Jared to learn that Velma died a tragic death without a proper goodbye.

#→ Kit O'Riley #》saving velma

vanessakingrp:

Vanessa smirked, knowing exactly what she could do with that little outfit around his house, and it didn’t include cleaning. In fact, it made a mess. “Take it or leave it, Jared.” Van shrugged and continued to eat. She finished her bite before proceeding to speak. “I can think of one or two things i could do in your house with that outfit.”Her cheeky smile spread like wildfire. “And no, it doesn’t require cleaning.” She picked up one of her tacos and briefly bit her lip before taking another bite. Vanessa watched Jared’s eyes wander, smirking slightly and her closed mouth chewed.

“Enjoying the view?” The actress asked as she noticed Jared looking at her cleavage. Sure she expected him to look, but stare? Now he was just getting sloppy. Vanessa chuckled a little, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms. “Oh, Jared.” She paused, looking him over herself. Brown eyes scanning over his handsome features, smiling slightly along the way. “I’m glad I came too.” The brunette admitted, nodding her head. “Want to try some of this?” SHe asked, offering one of her three tacos. She couldn’t finish all three.

Caught redhanded in the act of blatantly checking out the woman and all Jared could do was chuckle at how quick she and been to call him out on his actions. “How is anyone supposed to say no to you with a smile like that?” While he assumed flattery wouldn’t get him everywhere with Vanessa, with an intoxicated Vanessa, or any woman who was the same type of drunk the actress seemed to be, Jared had his assumptions about how effective a few flattering words could be. “Sounds like you’ve got a deal, but I want a picture if you’re not cleaning. That’s my condition.”

Rather than remaining across the table, Jared pushed his chair out while he stood up. His hand gripped the top of the chair’s frame as it was dragged across the floor and around the table until being placed adjacent to Vanessa. Once the chair was within the desired proximity of the woman he slumped onto the seat, flashing the woman a faint grin across his lips once eye contact was made with the brunette. “If you’re hungry later we’re gonna have to go out again.” There was no trepidation when Jared took one of the remaining tacos from her plate and took a bite, only to move the plate that contained the remainder of his food closer to his new location at the table. “You can have mine too,” he mumbled with a mouthful of his second bite.

#→ Vanessa King #》it's a trap!

peterstewart:

nora-sawyer:

Nora leaned her hip against the window sill and folded arms across her chest– gaze darting between the two of them. Were they for real? One more dramatic than the other, they made it out as if James Harmon was some kind of monster, to say the least. Surely they were exaggerating (especially Dramaney) but Peter’s remark along with Jared’s passionate monologue planted a seed of doubt. Maybe it was the exhaustion that made it easier for them to get to her, maybe all those years of friendship and stuff that made her trust them but Nora did begin to think there was something to it. Interesting. She had yet to decide whether she would interrogate Jared in the morning while he was still vulnerable or do a research of her own. One way or another, the blonde turned her head, in desperate need of a breath of fresh air. Lovebirds, however, didn’t fail to deliver– in her head she saw Peter dropping to his knees, pledging his sword, loyalty and eternal love to Jared. The silly thought brought a smirk to her lips and it even grew at their little comments– Nora would never refuse attention. As soon as one of the dudes suggested it, she realized it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to leave the room entirely. There was too much ego and bar floor smells in there anyway. Heaving a dramatic sigh as she walked past them, she pointed out: “We all know you two, Peanut butter and Jelly would be lost without your hot piece of Nora bun. So, don’t miss me too much.”

In the living room, the woman laid out the new, clean, dry clothing for Jared– which reminded her of how dry throat was. On her way to the kitchen, she decided to ask the boys if they wanted anything– well, Jared would get tea no matter what he requested. Nora came to a sudden halt though, hidden behind the door, as their words reached her. For the most part it was hard to make out what they were saying but her ears did catch the word bet– and Nora’s stomach dropped. For some reason, she couldn’t move when it was exactly she should do– march inside, make sure they knew they were idiots and join in on the fun. So why did she quietly return to the living room instead? At least one thing became clear though, Stewart’s real motivation.

If Nora’s expression didn’t amuse Peter, her peanut butter and jelly comment did. “Dude, that’s actually kind of genius,” he chuckled out loud, not realizing how well the initials corresponded between the two until she enunciated the letters. “How did we not come up with that one?” he asked, his eyes not-so-subtly following Nora’s ass once she left the bathroom. His attention was turned back to Jared shortly after, scoffing. “You sure James didn’t cause any retina and brain damage? Cause you might be seeing things, J-Man,” he started, but Peter ultimate gave up the act. If anyone was able to see through his bullshit, it was Jared. Lying to the other guy would be like lying under oath. He snuck a quick glance out the door, making sure the coast was clear before shifting to face his friend head on. “Eye wasn’t the only fucking that happened with us, at least until you decided to go on your ninja warrior spree. Thanks for being a cockblock,” he teased, giving him a light elbow to the side. “And let me tell you, I’ve never really had strong feelings towards rocky ledges at the beach until tonight. Now, I love em. Geology, man…it’s a beautiful thing. Yeah, yeah, you win the bet, congratulations. What do you want, a trophy? A joy ride in my car? Cause I feel like you’re in it more than I am, and considering that your type of woman is usually a cougar housewife and I’ve already hooked you up with most of the ones I know, you’re not giving me a lot to work with anymore.”

Peter’s gaze left his friend’s as his mind wandered during the brief silence between them. Maybe it was being in outside the salt air for too long or rubbing alcohol vapor lingering, but there on the bathroom floor is when he really started to wonder for himself what exactly was going on Nora. There’d never been any labels, and that was seemingly to make it simple. The feelings that he’d ultimately been shoving down again and again were only coming back with vengeance now, and he didn’t know how to put it into words without coming off as a total idiot. Instead of acknowledging it, he swallowed it down along with the rest of his feelings. That action, even with its promise of returning in the future and striking even harder, was too much for him to deal with then and there. “You should take that whole wounded puppy persona to Lorie’s later, maybe she’ll kiss it better…or more, if you behave yourself for once in your life,” he chuckled, starting to really feel Nora’s absence in the room grow. “Yo, Sawyer, you didn’t get lost out there, did you? The apartment’s not that big,” he called out.

“Peter Stewart, look at you,” Jared congratulated although the moment he felt the other’s elbow nudge his side, the blond couldn’t help but visibly wince. James had done a number on his face, that was obvious but he sure as hell didn’t forget to get in a few good jabs to his torso in the process. “Man, you really hit that? You lucky son of a bitch. I’m not gonna lie, Sawyer gets those hot blonde roles for a reason, even if she is a pain in the ass.” Of course, those words would be taken to the grave, Jared admitting that Nora was actually attractive without some sort of sarcastic tone to accompany his words. She couldn’t possibly hear that from the blond male, it’d just go to her head and there was plenty of ego in the trio already. Besides, it would mess up their whole dynamic. “I’m gonna take my time with this, what do I want..first of all, you shouldn’t have even made that bet man. I’m surprised you even lasted this long without trying to fuck her.” Pensive in his expression, Jared pondered over what Peter could possibly give him. “Maybe just hearing you say that you were wrong and I was right is good enough,” Jared finally insisted.

“Maybe she’s moving all her junk in here. You’re gonna walk out to a fluffy pink couch. Isn't that right, Sawyer?” The inquiry directed at Nora had been yelled across the bathroom, but when no answer was heard the blond got curious. Determination getting the better of him, Jared made his best attempt stand up as carefully as he could manage, trying not to use too many muscles in the process. His hands quickly found support on the edge of the sink however once he had finally managed to stand his aching frame upright. Between an alcohol-induced headache and the physical fight which had more or less rattled around his brain, things were looking a little dazed and confused for Jared. He proceeded to remain where he stood until his hand was placed on Peter’s shoulder for support then went on to venture out of the bathroom. “You’re right, I’m bringing you with me next time, and Sawyer too. She can be the distraction.”

#→ Peter Stewart #→ Nora Sawyer #》black and blue

apaethy

jared-delaney-blog

@nora-sawyer

@lorieism

@jacquelineswagner

#》musing #ft. Nora Sawyer #ft. Jacqueline Wagner #ft. Lorie Padmore #why is this Jared with every woman in his life #but Jac is mad and disappointed

jhcrmcns:

( jared’s reply because the read more thing is still being shitty for me kms )

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END.

#→ James Harmon #》dead to me #》bonfire.18 #end.

Task 2;

JARED DELANEY’s PLAYLIST

✘. talk to me —kopecky, ✘. it wasn’t me —shaggy, ✘. pray for me —the weekend & kendrick lamar, ✘. down under —men at work, ✘. going back to cali —biggie smalls, ✘. bleed american —jimmy eat world, ✘. date x —alxndr london, ✘. bad b*tch —french montana, ✘. smells like teen spirit —nirvana, ✘. message man —twenty one pilots.

#hermosa.task #》task #》playlist

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