jeb

jeb abrams || 19 || diamond Main RP

[matthewhartwell]

He was drunk. Matt’s general life had been spiralling for a while, since Nora had passed away, and although he didn’t want to admit it, he was struggling. Between the gang, running his own company and being a single parent, Matt barely had time to breathe let alone do anything else. He was falling apart and it was evident in his current actions. Rarely did he spend time with Shilo, instead passing her from one person to the next so he could focus on his company and the gang. Even those were difficult. People were still looking to Sixes for answers on what their next step was. He didn’t know. The only thing he could think about was storming the Diamonds HQ like they had done to them, but it would only end in disaster. So Matt did what he did best: drowned his frustration and feelings in alcohol.

It wasn’t a bar that he owned because then he’d get a reputation amongst his employees as a mess and he didn’t want that. If he was thrown out of a bar where no one knew who he was, it didn’t matter. Sitting at the bar, Matt pushed his empty glass back towards the tender and pulled out a twenty dollar bill. “Another,” he said quietly. “And one for this person too,” Matt added, gesturing to the person who had just sat down beside him. It didn’t matter if he knew them or not, he was feeling generous.

[jeb-abrams]

For the first time in a while, Jeb felt pretty relaxed, and happy overall. He’d rescued a dog off the streets by bringing him back to his apartment, and although she wasn’t happy about it, his mom had understood why he’d done it. It’d been a little bit of time since anything major had happened in the gang side of things as well, and he knew that even a week without any activity was something to be thankful for. He was no less wary of walking around, of course, but it meant that he could look at the bright side of things if he thought of it that way.

As a result, he had decided to go to a bar, and instead of drowning his feelings away like he’d been doing too often recently, this was for somewhat of a celebratory drink. Although the majority of the bar was empty, the seats around the bar itself were about half taken, and if you wanted to sit down there, you had to sit next to someone anyway. Jebediah didn’t mind, after all he would strike up a conversation with anyone that would - or even if they didn’t - give him a glance. Sitting beside a random man, it was to his surprise that he offered to pay for his drink. His day just kept getting better. “Uh, thanks, m- Matt?” he said, his eyebrows up in surprise, “You alright?”

[ameliastardust]

[wrxndiamond-blog]

jeb-abrams:

Jeb looked at Wren for a few moments. He couldn’t work out if he was just saying that he wasn’t frightened just to not seem frightened, or if he really didn’t think that Sixes was anything more than an inconvenience. “He’s got a shit tonne of guns and shit,” he mumbled, looking away, “Even if you want to call him annoying, he’s still got a bunch of weapons, and therefore power.” Recently, Jeb had been doubting why he’d even joined the gang in the first place. It was too much for him. He’d never liked people fighting, never mind killing. Even dealing was starting to act on his conscience.

“Weapons don’t make him powerful. It’s his mindless drones that jump when he barks orders at him that makes him dangerous. But everyone, even with a mask, has a weakness. We find what that weakness is? We take it out and he won’t have a leg to stand on.” Wren replied, unaware of the inner turmoil that was radiating through Jeb. He had been doing this far longer than the man before him had been alive. The gang was simply second nature, no matter how much he might have once wished differently.

[jeb-abrams]

“Ok, then he has a bunch of minions that make him scary, whatever,” he replied, unable to keep his eyes rolling to the back of his head. It was all the same to him. Sixes wasn’t particularly scary himself, but no one could deny that he had a bunch of people that would do anything that the Diamonds would do for Wren.

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wrxndiamond:

“The Hearts? They need to conduct four business meetings and consult the stars before they do anything. I’m not worried, not in the least. Sixes is off doing what he does best, sulking.” Sixes had landed a blow. One that had left the Diamonds reeling. He would retreat much like he always did, biding his time until his next foolish plot came to fruition. It was why Wren didn’t fear his adversary. He never had. He simply considered Sixes a nuisance, one that needed to be dealt with.  “Frightened? Abrams, I am anything but frightened. Frustrated that this thorn in my side refuses to die? Yes. But scared? I’m not going to run off into a corner and let my family’s legacy die because some freakshow in spandex decided to cut in on my turf.”

Jeb looked at Wren for a few moments. He couldn’t work out if he was just saying that he wasn’t frightened just to not seem frightened, or if he really didn’t think that Sixes was anything more than an inconvenience. “He’s got a shit tonne of guns and shit,” he mumbled, looking away, “Even if you want to call him annoying, he’s still got a bunch of weapons, and therefore power.” Recently, Jeb had been doubting why he’d even joined the gang in the first place. It was too much for him. He’d never liked people fighting, never mind killing. Even dealing was starting to act on his conscience.

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chastitycinque:

“When most people say that, they actually mean that they remember my tits,” she said it, matter of fact but with a little smile. It certainly wasn’t a complaint - any publicity was good publicity in her mind, even if all it was was someone eyeing her up. “Well, ‘just Jeb,’” she turned in her seat, looking at him. He was cute, but in that young sort of way, not particularly her type. “I can only assume you know where to find me. You’re welcome to come say hello. Maybe I’ll give you a reduced rate on a private dance, if you catch me in a generous mood. I do love making new friends.”

“You could say your tits aren’t bad,” he grinned, shrugging. He could assume the woman had heard enough compliments about her body from a range of people, particularly at the club, but he wondered how many people she had met on the street. A year ago, Jeb would probably have really annoyed Chastity. Although it was true that he would never judge a stripper, he also wouldn’t have held back from stating derogatory remarks to her. “Considering I have a girlfriend, I highly doubt you’ll be seeing me anytime soon,” he smiled, his head tilting slightly to the left, “I’ll see what I can do, though.”

[iheartmoosiq]

I’ve been quite the fan of Denver based (San Francisco native) producer ILLENIUM’s face melting future bass meets chill step productions for some time now, and it’s been obvious that this guy is going to be a huge electronic star. His latest track is an original named I’ll Be Your Reason, released on Next HQ, Skrillex’s talent showcasing platform. On I’ll Be Your Reason, ILLENIUM goes for a brooding, simmering atmosphere, paired with intensely heavy beats and thrilling bass. The track features Irish songwriter EDEN on mournful, somber vocals. Despite its beefy beats, I’ll Be Your Reason is a mellow, melting song full of poignant emotion and fluid texture. It haunts me more with every listen.

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judaxparker:

“Guess I got off easy. My mother never really gave a shit. The escape is all part of the adventure though right?” Juda replied although getting off easy had never been a way he’d described his relationship with his parents. But it appeared the two young men had been caught at opposite ends of the same bad stick. Juda didn’t envy an overbearing mother but he surely would have upgraded his own given the chance. “Yeah we are” he replied, totally aware that it sounded bizarre. They had been dating only a few months and already lived together and shared such a big part of each others lives. “It’s not as much getting on each others nerves as it is we’ve had a few issues just with not understanding how each other handles certain situations. It’s just a bit of a learning curve we’ve had to come through” he explained. Their small tiffs always quickly understood between each party once they actually managed to sit down and explain themselves. “France? She just holidaying or what’s up?”

“I suppose so,” he nodded, shrugging. He realised how lucky he was to have a mom who supported him. Being through what he’d been through with his dad had made him realise that. Jeb also knew that if it hadn’t of been for her, he’d undoubtedly be in jail right now. “And you’ve come out the other side of the learning curve unscathed?” he said, smiling at Juda as they walked, “Because, really, that’s all that matters. Even if you’ve only been going out for three days, that shouldn’t matter if you’re happy together.” He screwed his face up at how sickenly sweet that sounded, but it was truly what he believed. He just didn’t tend to say it out loud. “She just wanted to go visit her mom and dad,” Jeb shrugged, letting out a sigh, “It was only meant to be a few days, but she kept delaying coming home.”

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bellaxlawrence:

“Then that means there’s a less chance of you getting in trouble with the law. Good for you.” replied Bella with a grin. She shrugged innocently, before letting out a soft laugh and saying, “Fair point and yeah, when you put it that way, I wouldn’t want to be in the chair if I were facing me you know?” 

“You think cops scare me, Bella?” he chuckled, shaking his head, “I mean, they’re literally just people in a uniform.” Jeb had been anti-cop and also anti-establishment for as long as he could remember. Cops didn’t scare him in the slightest. After all, he carried a gun around with him as well. They didn’t really have much authority over him. “Exactly. That’s one of the reasons I feel pretty lucky to be on your side,” he smiled, nodding. It was weird how they got along in his opinion. Considering Isabella’s relationship with Jessica, most families wouldn’t want anything to do with him. But he supposed that when you working in a gang, you’re forced to get along with most, if not all, members.

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melodysegond:

“Practically, sweetheart. Not literally. I’ll probably not going to give birth ever,” she rolled her eyes. It wasn’t like she hated children, it was just children sounded so impossible for her. Being an assassin and an interrogator for one of the famous New York gangs was easy for her. She was able to tackle the threats and kept herself safe for such a long time. Having children would make her more vulnerable. The threats would no longer only be for her, but also for her children. She would not have that. “You can’t keep her. She’s mine. You can keep Beo because you adopted him. I adopted these two,” Melody took a few seconds to listen to what they were talking about and realized that they sounded like a divorced couple fighting for the custody of their children. “You really need to stop stressing her out. Cut your talking-back a little,” she said. “Yeah, sure. I’ll just text Mrs. Henderson to pick my babies up and we can leave.”

“Good, because I was worried this conversation was going to lead up to you revealing the real reason you went back to France was to tell your mom and dad you were pregnant,” he smiled up at Mel, turning his head slightly. Although that wasn’t exactly the truth, the idea of Melody being pregnant scared the shit out of Jeb. He wasn’t sure he wanted kids at all, and although he was pretty good looking after kids, he was almost certain he wouldn’t be a good dad. Shaking the thoughts out of his head, he continued to listen to what she was saying. “Well, your adoptee has obviously began to love me more than you, so,” he teased, shrugging lightly as he smirked. “She’s used to it,” he replied, waving his hand dismissively, “You have to realise that what you have had to deal with for the past year is what she’s had to deal with for the past nineteen.” His mom had always told him that he would’ve talked back from he was literally able to form sentences. It really was part of his personality. Sure, he’d stop when he knew he’d went too far, but apart from that, he was going to continue to be sarcastically argumentative beyond belief. “If you say so,” he smirked, standing up and stretching before slinging his backpack on.

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carmxnmoore:

Carmen couldn’t help but chuckle. Not only because he was funny, although he was, but because it was funny to her that his job sounded an awful lot like her fake one. Unless they were both lying. But what were the odds of that? “I’m a personal assistant, so,” she started, smiling at him, “I know all about fetching coffee for demanding bosses. Mine’s relentless.” Over the months, the brunette had ‘switched’ jobs a couple of times; she worked at a café for a while, and was a part-time psychology student at some point, but becoming one of James Hartwell’s PAs had eventually stuck as a cover story, mainly because it explained all the texts and calls that she got from him. “Art sounds more fun than business, though. You’re an artist too, right?”

“I see,” he grinned, “Mine’s not too bad. She’s pretty cool, actually.” He didn’t expect that she was also lying about her occupation. Sure, the gangs were expansive, but they weren’t so expansive that he had to worry that everyone he talked to on the streets would be a part of the them. Besides, even if she was lying about what she worked as, it wasn’t exactly harmful, was it? “Uh, I guess so,” Jeb shrugged, “I mean, I’ve draw and I’m kind of in the industry, but I wouldn’t go so far to call myself an artist.”

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judaxparker:

A sigh of relief almost passed Juda’s lips at the confirmation that was in fact how mothers were. Considering his mother had never much cared about what he was doing unless it would somehow come back to ruin her reputation, he didn’t really know what a concerned mother looked like. “At least she’s looking out for you. On the up side” he commented with a slight shrug as they went. Snaking his way through the crowd, walking the familiar streets. “Yeah we’re really good. Still kinda learning about one another, practically living together helps a lot. It’s going well, she’s uh-….like nobody i’ve ever met, in the best possible way. What about you? How is the romantic life treating you?”

“That’s true,” he nodded, shrugging lightly, “Although it can be a pain in the ass, especially considering I’ve spent a good chunk of my life so far grounded. Didn’t stop me, but it made it a lot harder.” The amount of times he’d climbed down his fire escape made it so it was almost completely based on muscle memory if he had tried to do it now. His mom had became wary of how he would always get out when he went out the door, so when he was grounded, she moved to almost permanently being on the couch, so she could be aware if the front door opened. “You’re living together?” he asked outloud, taking a moment to register that Whitney had mentioned in the past that they were, “Oh yeah, forgot about that. Doesn’t that ever make you get on each other’s nerves?” That was one of the reasons that he hadn’t moved in with Mel. Although he spent a lot of his free time there anyway, both of them were fond of their own space and he was afraid that they’d cross that boundary too often. “Me and Mel?” Jeb asked before continuing, “Yeah, we’re good. She’s just back from being in France for two weeks, so we’re catching up.”

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wrxndiamond:

Wren had expected something lighthearted, but from the look on Jeb’s face there was something heavier on his mind. But Wren played along, tapping his fingers on the desk as Jeb struggled to make small talk. “Can’t complain. Money is coming in, no one has been kidnapped or strung up with a six of hearts hanging out of their mouth this week. I’d call that a win considering our luck of late.”

Jebediah’s eyebrow raised in confusion at Wren’s response. Sure, what he had said was true, but by most people’s standards, that still wasn’t an amazing position to find themselves in. “You aren’t even a little bit worried that they’re going to strike at any time?” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows slightly, “I mean, the amount of shit that’s been happening is scaring the shit out of me. You have to be feeling at least somewhat frightened of what they can do.”

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melodysegond:

“They’re both mine, you know. I practically gave birth to both of them,” she rolled her eyes and looked at Persephone who, before Jeb, would never dare warm up to other humans other than Melody and Mrs. Henderson. Persephone was warmer to Henderson than Hades was. He was the one who resembled Melody most. Hades was the dog version of Melody. He has always been indifferent to Mrs. Henderson. He has always been indifferent to everyone. Except for Melody. His loyalty to her knew no boundary. Just like Melody to the people she was loyal to the most. Once she pledged loyalty to someone, she would be loyal to them for as long as the blood runs through her veins. “That’s different. That’s just you loving your mother and that’s you not wanting her to be mad at you because she is mad at you most of the time due to the things you do. God knows,” she rolled her eyes. Melody was well aware that her boyfriend is a true rebel, a guy who would do just anything, especially when people told him not to. “It’s not fun to watch porn alone.”

“You practically gave birth to two dogs?” he smirked, raising his eyebrow at her, obviously really trying to get on her nerves at this stage. Jeb was patient when it came to times like these, but hey, he could attempt to accelerate the process a bit more. “Besides, I only want kids that want me. You can keep him. I get to keep her, since she obviously likes me better. Plus, Beo needs a friend.” Jeb  sat up on the bench, letting P roll back over as he stroked her. “See, my mom also has her lapses where she is neither yelling at me, nor acting like an adult. Although those moments freak me the fuck out, considering they’re pretty rare, it’s still fun,” he explained. He was about to come up with a comeback, but he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He read the text, smiling up at her, “Speaking about my mom, she’s home early. You wanna get lunch with her?”

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carmxnmoore:

Was Carmen happy? Yes, of course. She was happy with her friends and family. She was happy with the little hobbies and interests that she filled her free time with. For the first time in her life, the brunette was surrounded by people who loved her, who cared about her, doing things that fulfilled her. But then again… That didn’t take into account the things that she was involved in in order to finance herself. “Speaking of work,” Carmen replied, eager to move on from their current topic of conversation, “what do you do for a living?”

He suspected that she would change the direction of their conversation, but he wasn’t exactly expecting that one. “I’m basically an art intern,” he shrugged, smirking, “Only I’m one step higher than just fetching my boss coffee thirty times per day. I’ve now been promoted to the level where she now trusts me to make her a sandwich too.” Just because he was caught off guard didn’t mean that Jeb didn’t have an answer already planned in his head. In fact, it was basically muscle memory by this point. “What about you?”

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melodysegond:

“They do not love daddy more,” Melody said as she kept her eyes on Hades, who was now looking around the park. He, although she’d never admit it, was her favorite. Melody got him way before she got Persephone. He was like her first-born. Her most prized child. Her pride. “True, but that’s not the kind of person I want in my life. Dependent, childish adults are just not cool,” she said. A few years ago, her parents made her go to a family function where she met her father’s second cousin and his son. The son was five years older than he was, but was still very dependent on his parents. His parents were still providing for him and his wife and kids. Melody didn’t like him. “I was away for 2 weeks and you have some new tricks up your sleeve? Are you sure it was just your hand you fucked?”

“Alright, you can have him,” he nodded in the direction of Hades, “But I know that P loves her daddy more.” Jeb grinned as he said this, scratching her belly harder, making her roll around, looking like she was grinning from ear to ear with her tongue sticking out. “See, I’d disagree,” Jeb stated simply, shrugging, “I am a lot happier when my mom isn’t yelling at me or something. She’s a lot more fun when she’s in a good mood.” He smirked, waiting a moment to answer her question to see if it annoyed her. “Nah,” he shrugged, “Just watched shit loads of porn. So yeah, new shit to try.”

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wrxndiamond:

The knocking interrupted Wren’s phone call, glancing up he quickly made his excuses before hanging up. “Come in,” Wren called. Clearing his throat, as he folded himself back into the chair behind his desk. Moving files around on the surface before turning a few files down that weren’t for prying eyes. 

It was only then that he looked up, the smallest sliver of surprise registering at the sight of Jeb. “What can I do for you, Abrams? You aren’t one to lurk in doorways.”

Jeb pushed down on the handle and opened the door, smiling at the man as he let it close behind him. “Hey,” he nodded, going to sit on the chairs opposite the man, leaning back on the chair as he sat down. “Uh,” he began, looking around his office. Jeb realised that he didn’t really have an excuse to be there, but he was in too deep to try to turn back now, “How are things? With both you and the gang?” He knew the answers to at least one of those questions, but he didn’t say anything more, choosing to wait and see what Wren would respond with.

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adiamondserpent:

At the faux display of shock on Jeb’s features, Scarlett only huffed a laugh, shrugging her shoulders almost innocently, as if there was nothing to be done about it. “Hey, it’s a full-time job. You have no idea how much energy it takes to constantly come up with ways to agitate you.” Truth be told, the only reason Scarlett kept it up was probably because it was just a part of the persona everyone believed she had, and because she would rather die than admit she might have gone overboard that night at the gala. It was the same reason why she kept bickering with Ares, or acting all menacing around Mitchell. Besides, it was easier, falling into a light-hearted banter, now that he seemed to play along with the genial mood established between them. “I’m nice to people, I’m just not nice to you.”, she remarked, but a smile was tugging at the corners of her lips, one that had nothing to do with her usual sly smirks, and she leaned forward to rest her elbows against her knees, chuckling as he bent her head down, “What, like being nice to people for no reason at all? That sounds absurd. What do I even get from it?” She was joking, of course, one could tell by the way the incredulity in her voice was far too pronounced, but it was only fitting - given how for once those two weren’t at each other’s throats, and she was rather enjoying it. 

When he spoke again, Scarlett straightened up, a crease appearing between her eyebrows as her eyes turned to him, baffled. “Okay, sarcasm I get, even though my comebacks always completely annihilate yours, but memes?”, she shook her head, entirely unfamiliar with the reference, and not particularly pleased, “Is that a teenager thing? Like that awful app that makes everyone take pictures of bullshit or walk around like blind sheep trying to catch some kind of creatures. Poke something.” It was ridiculous really, and whenever Scarlett got annoyed over it, she tried to convince herself it had nothing to do with her getting older, and everything to do with how dumb kids these days could get. “I was about to say when I was your age, but I realise you’d just use it against me, wouldn’t you?”, casting away the annoyance Scarlett turned to look at Jeb and shook her head as a disapproving teacher might at a kid in trouble, only with an exasperated smile. “Nothing, it was an ugly phone I thought I might relieve the world the pain of seeing it. Plus, I was trying to help you improve your social skills, god knows you don’t have any.”, she said, but despite the nature of the words, they came out sounding almost fond - at this point, Scarlett had gotten used to having Jeb occasionally annoy her, and found that she preferred to let it make her laugh instead. “Hey I mean she should’ve been glad I wasn’t shooting anything that moved. And besides, my father gave me that gun. I think she was just bitter I was off shooting shit, and my twin was practicing ballet or something. We came out all wrong, him and I.” A certain glint of fondness entered her eyes at the memory, but she realised how all of this might have sounded when taken out of context, and so she let out a chuckle and looked at Jeb again, “Look, you don’t become the way I am by coming from a normal family, so trust me when I tell you, me shooting was actually kind of expected. Hey, I never asked - did you ever shoot a gun?” She listened to him talk about his car quietly, only letting out a chuckle at the way he seemed to get all worked up about it, and interrupting him when he mentioned the speed, “Wait, is that miles per hour? What’s that in kilometers - around… 112? That is slow, I’m talking… narcoleptic old lady - slow.”, she sighed, as if this fact disappointed her and she had expected him to say a bigger number, “Okay, what the hell were you doing then? Probably some vanilla shit like not turning on your turn signal.”, she was teasing now, and couldn’t really keep the smile out of her voice, “Were you drunk? Oh come on give me something - you’re trying to be a bad boy, and in so far I’m not impressed. At least blast NWA’s Fuck the Police while they arrest you the next time.”

“You know,” he shrugged, grinning as he looked in front of him, “That’s a compliment to me. I try my hardest to stay as unbothered as possible. But then, you know, you broke my phone, and so that quickly went down the drain.” It had been a way for Jeb to cope with getting into trouble so often when he was younger. It was easier to pretend that he didn’t care that much than to delve into why something might upset him or anything of the sort. His reluctance to show any sort of emotion frustrated people even more than before, but either way, he had grew a tolerance to just brush off anything that came his way. “Well, being nice to people can actually bring you good things in return,” he explained with a sigh, ignoring her first statements as his head fell back slightly, “They can buy you lunch, run errands for you...shit like that. I don’t know, they’re more likely to do favours for you and not expect anything other than being nice in return.”

Despite expecting Scarlett’s response, it didn’t stop his eyes rolling to the back of his head when she revealed that she didn’t know what a meme was, and it only got worse when she tried to understand by dragging other apps down. “That awful app is called Instagram, and it’s very enjoyable, as is the other app, Pokemon Go. I have both of them and I use them quite frequently. Or maybe the first one is Snapchat. That’s still a great app.” Of course Scarlett was one of the older generation who frowned upon those sorts of apps. “I most definitely would,” he smirked, nodding in her direction. It was an easy insult to throw as one of the youngest members of the gang, although he was still very against people referring to him as a ‘kid’. “Regardless of it being an ugly phone, it was the only phone that I could afford,” he shrugged, knowing fine rightly that his iPhone 4 was far too out of date anyway, “So you technically did me a favour by buying me a new one.” Jebediah couldn’t help but laugh, shrugging again. “Hey, you think I come from a normal family?” he smirked, shaking his head. Sure, his family wasn’t exactly extraordinarily abnormal, but it was still a completely different upbringing to most. “Hey, I’m not trying to be a bad boy at all,” he put his hands up in defence, “I was just trying to get to the other end of the highway and it was pretty packed. I was just weaving in and out of lanes, that sort of shit. Besides, I was indeed a little...high when I was driving, so I should probably be thanking myself that I put a couple of eye drops in my eye before I left.”