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soap || travis & crimson

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crimsonfck!

“fee-fi-foe-fum, oh my god i’m ‘bout to cum”. he paused for a moment, doing his best to process what his roommate had just said. “i suddenly need to go. why would you… wow.” crimson mindlessly rocked his hips against travis. his soft nuzzling became a little more intense as his instincts took control. he had spent so much time suppressing his urges when dominic was around, all this talk about letting go was getting to him. “that’s why you’re going to play wingman at the party, tonight.” his fingertips trailed along the other male’s body, finding their way to the small of his roommate’s back. “okay. that sounds like some bullshit speed-dating key to success. i’m not looking to find love, travis. i don’t think i’m ready for all of that. i just want to get laid. if i don’t get off, i’m going to go crazy. i don’t want to end up running around harmon like a mad hatter.” 

“stop,” travis muttered, blowing smoke in crimson’s direction. “i’m a goddamn poetic genius.” lolling his head back and resting his head on crimson’s shoulder, he smoked until his eyes couldn’t focus on the smoke anymore and he got lost in the sensation of physical affection. “yes of course, just point me in the direction of whoever you want and they’ll be yours.” the words bubbled up without much thought, how he would manage to snag anyone a problem for his future self. unaware of when he had closed his eyes, but fully aware of how much effort it took to reopen them. travis sluggishly sat up, half turning to get a proper look at his roommate. he had the strong urge to say don’t fall in love with me the most random quote from a movie he hadn’t seen in at lease half a decade, but they were suddenly the funniest words he could think of. leaving it at a grin, even if it were misconstrued, no one should be left to feel laughed at. “yeah, okay. ” even high, or maybe specifically because of the sharpness that the world had taken on, travis nodded catching the subtleness.. “let me pacify her you.”

[jfctravis-blog1]

list ‘o buckets: draft I

not be late to my own party. 

touch two new butts

greet everyone with kisses

a wet t-shirt contest just because

talk at least four people to go skinny dipping

don’t forget the cake??

find people willing to be in my mafia series.

help crimson get laid.

leave and get breakfast at 1am

watch the sunrise

don’t get murdered.

[eddiebrck]

soap || travis & crimson

[jfctravis-blog1]

crimsonfck!

“what can i say? i’m a romantic.” he laughed, hearing his next words. “oh, yeah? you’re saving the world by not getting with me?” crimson playfully shoved his friend, know travis was only kidding. he let travis take the blunt, thinking of things that he wanted to accomplish at the party. his list would be short. no doubt. there wasn’t much he wanted to do. the blonde spread his legs a bit, allowing travis to lay back against his chest. he mindlessly played with his roommate’s messy bun, doing his best to ignore his instincts and rush of blood that was making its way down to his crotch. crimson leaned down a bit, burying his face in the crook of travis neck, letting his lips trace along his wet skin as he spoke. “you’re driving me crazy. you have to know what you’re doing.” he laughed a bit. “i’m thirsty. hand over your sippy cup.”

“i really am, i’m the hero harmon deserves.” he mused, rocking gently at the push, setting the water into motion. “you have to be really detailed, none of this ‘have a conversation with someone new’ b.s., it has to be like ‘get a chance to say ‘fee-fi-foe-fum, oh my god i’m ‘bout to cum’. it’s a dance of specificity and determination,” he said, easing back and letting crimson take his weight, travis unlocked his legs taking full advantage of the additional space. ashing over the edge of the tub, travis angled his head to side, allowing crimson better access to his neck. laughing out a puff of smoke ( he truly should be the next snapchat filter ) travis turned his head as best as he could to look up and over at crimson. “that was honestly so lame, you know i’m here to support you but it’s lines like that that are the reason you’re single. seduction is easy, just remember: a - attraction, b - baiting, and c for conversation. you really need to brush up on your alphabet - ‘boys & girls test friends’ tested it in a buzzfeed video i watched this morning. it’s proven.” 

[jfctravis-blog1]

pnkdean!

     he wishes he could say he has never been in this situation before, but it is far from his first debacle on the highest ( climbable, that is ) branch right outside travis’ window; one would think that after seven times – no, that after the first time – he would have learned to use the door by now, you know, like a person, but that one would be sorely mistaken. “steady, steady…” he coaches himself in staggered breaths as he inches closer to the glass, heart racing in his chest as if it’s his first time; for him, it always is. when he reaches the window he holds the outside frame, pressing his face against the glass obnoxiously and just waiting for travis to notice. he will, eventually. he hopes that eventually is soon, though, because his backpack is seeming heavier and heavier. dirt clings to his face, his hands, and his jeans and he prays that he’ll just turn around already. he makes fishy faces ( as well as an assortment of other awful faces ) against the glass in the mean time. so what if it’s one in the morning? 

planting a kiss on the cheek of the model who was willing to stay a few extra hours as he blended the right shade for the way the shadows danced off her ribcage, travis locked the door - a new habit he was picking up at the constant nagging of their landlord. padding into his room and stifling a yawn the whole way, travis kicked the door closed behind him. though he didn’t spend nearly as much time decorating his room as he did various canvases, travis enjoyed the white theme he had adopted - finding that it constantly sparked his imagination. moving around the room lazily, he stripped down, tossing his shirt across the room when he felt the phantom pressure of a stare on his bare chest. turning slowly around the room, it  only when he did a double-take at the window did he realize that dean was out there, a moronic owl in disguise. crossing the room in three short strides, he opened the window, upwards, leaning forward with a frown. “do you want to die? you know we have a front door right?” extending an arm to give dean something to brace against as he pulled him into his room, 

closing the window halfway, travis looked from dean to the backpack he shouldered. “are you moving in?” he asked with a laugh, unbuttoning his pants with ease he kicked them off to join the rest of his clothes in a pile on the floor before leaning against the window sill. “because then i would definitely recommend the door. i don’t know how you didn’t fall and hit your head but maybe that would’ve knocked some sense into you.” 

[eddiebrck]

soap || travis & crimson

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crimsonfck!

crimson smirked, watching the other male shiver in reaction to his playful scratching. “maybe, i am. i still think you’re funny, though.” the blonde sat up in the tub, allowing water and bubble slide down his tattooed torso. he leaned over a bit, closing in the distance between them. “i know. why haven’t you done anything about it?” he stared back at the shaggy haired male, feeling his grip around his leg. “well, i can kiss people.” crimson loosened the tension, relaxing his posture. he watched the careful dedication travis had to his artful construction of small bubble mountains, watching them pop and disintegrate into the water slowly. “i’ll have to come up with a bucket list. i’m not sure what i’m going to do, but…” he couldn’t help but laugh, laying back against the edge of the tub. “yeah? you’re going to give me a little push? i could use that right about now.” scooting closer to travis, he push a stray wet lock of hair that had fallen from his friend’s ponytail out of his jade eyes. “you’re so fucking adorable. you’re like a teddy bear.” crimson bit his lips, propping his head up with his arm as he stared over at his roommate.

“truly a man after my heart, i’ll be waiting for comedy central to contact me for my hour long special at your recommendation.” travis smirked, eyes skimming down crimson’s face and following the slow decent of soppy bubbles. “because i’d be doing the world a disservice if i took you off the market, i wouldn’t let you go until someone pried you from my cold, undead fingers.” sitting up and wiping the excess water from his hand, travis reached forward, taking the blunt from crimson’s fingers and bringing it to his lips, he shook his head at his roommate’s antics, beyond amused at the turnaround of his behavior. “you should put down whatever you want to do, that’s kind of the point. you know,” tracking crimson’s movements as smoke coiled in his lungs, travis sat up slowly. shifting to sit between crimson’s legs. holding in smoke and pulling his legs up to fit in the tight space, travis leaned back, crimson’s knee digging into his back. “that is completely false, i’m hard to get along, but i’ll take it over being mrs. potato head i guess,” he said, exhaling a cloud of smoke. 

[jfctravis-blog1]

imessage ✉ 2012 💼-y

case: of course

case: what am i moving now? 👀

travis: a guys selling me his pottery wheel and it's seasoned so if you wouldn't mind?? up the stairs?? it won't fit in the elevator I'VE TRIED

travis: dinner is on me though!! wherever your little boy heart desires

travis: we can make a real day out of it and you can get a new phone too? a dream date really

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soap || travis & crimson

[jfctravis-blog1]

crimsonfck!

crimson listened to the other male, doing his best not to let his mind run. his concentration was interrupted, laughing as he felt his friend digging into his sides. leaning forward, crimson raked his nails down along the wet skin of his friend’s thighs. “you’re so funny. god. this is all so fucked up. i just want to wake up and it be over with.” he took the blunt from his friend, taking a long drag. he could feel his nerves giving into the smoke as he relaxed. “you have to help me out at this party, okay?” crimson lowered his body in the bubbles, letting his lower half slide closer to travis as he smirked. “i want to have a good time. you’re like the king of good times. this should be easy for you.” he handed the blunt over to his friend, shifting his body to get more comfortable against travis. “come on. it can’t be that hard to get laid. you’d fuck me, right?” he laughed. i’m sick of this whole chasing after a guy because of feelings things. i’m sick of feeling. i feel like i’m going around and around like a horse on a carousel.” 

a shiver running down his spine at the blunt nails against the soft skin of his thigh, travis slumped further into the tub - immediately regretting it as the hair on the neck immediately began to curl. holding the lid of the plastic starbucks cup between his teeth, travis took advantage of his free hands and tied his hair up with the elastic around his wrist. “i’m really not, i think you’re just... loosening up a bit.” running his tongue along the top row of his teeth, travis watched crimson over the edge of the bubbles, carefully moulding bubble mountains as crimson’s words punctuated the air. he was 12% sure that crimson had an accent but he couldn’t place it. “you deserve it.” travis pursed his lips, letting an arm hang lazily over the edge of the tub as he dropped his drink to the floor. dipping his exposed arm back into the warmth of the bath, travis held steady eye contact as he wrapped his fingers around crimson’s calves. “you know i would,” winking playfully and sending an air kiss over the short distance between them, travis laughed along. “but it’s not really just about fucking, you just have to be open to new experiences. you’d got to say yes to kissing a few people. for starters you should come up with your bucket list and then go from there. but i’ll give you a little push in the right direction if you want throughout the night. you have to take advantage of what’s yours - the world is your dollhouse and you lead the story.”

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soap || travis & crimson

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crimsonfck!

“i’m trying not to take it to heart, but… whatever. the heart wants what it wants, you know? i’m fucked up. you know what the saddest part about all of this is? i really thought i had a chance with him. for whatever reason, i thought he’d just ditch jordan and come running to me.” he took a long drag off his blunt, letting the smoke drift from his open mouth. crimson spread his legs, allowing travis a little more space in the tub. “clay? you’re so artistic. i like it. you’ll have to show me what you’re working on.” he offered up a sincere smile, taking in the sight of his friend across the bathtub. crimson ran his wet fingers through his blonde locks, letting out a cool sigh. “i hate that kid. he mouth breathes when he’s checking me out. i’d kill for a self-checkout.” he laughed a bit, sitting up to expose his bubble covered chest. “a playdate? with who? i’m not looking to hop on someone’s dick, right away.” that was a lie. “i want to get to know someone. i want a connection. i just don’t want to be used and discarded. i’m not a piece of cake.”

lazily testing to see if his starbucks cup would float in the water ( spoiler it didn’t ), travis made sure to look over from time to time so crimson would know that he’s listening. “you’re a good guy, it’s just harder than you think to break up a relationship.” digging his toes into crimson’s sides, travis laughed. “well it didn’t really go all that well, hence the clog, but sure. maybe we can host a pottery class here sometime and you can meet a boy who’s good with his hands.” bringing the blunt to his lips, travis exhaled smoke through his nose shaking his dead disapprovingly. “he’s a menace and if he’s not fired by the summer i’m going to make it my mission to get him fired before june. that sounds fake, but okay,” travis muttered before taking another hit. “you’re the type who would need training wheels to get into a meaningful relationship.”

[jfctravis-blog1]

‘ello sunshine boy! am writing this in the back of a club. kinda in a hurry but really gotta lot to say, yeah? met a guy this morning chasing his wife? i’m a detective now? casablanca? okay never seen that but an old timey movie detective movie is my life right now. she’s a stripper and they got in a fight but he is going to sing sam smith at the club and hopes she will forgive him? but she’s not at the usual club she’s at the rhino in the next town over and i’m a little drunk and my phone is missing but everything is okay.

sorry bad handwiting, cab is bumpy but he is practicing and is mad because i keep trying to sing Annie Are You Okay? by michael jackson. anyway i saw a thing that reminded me of you. don’t remember what it was but i just miss you? it’s only been a day though, maybe i am turning into a sloth wih how cling i am.

anyway, you’re one of my greatest friends i think. i’m glad we met and didn’t just not be friends because life would’ve been shit. plus i wouldn’t have gotten that great christmas gift. how lame, right? you’re honestly so smart okay am back. mr blanca got mad because i tried to tell him about the time you were going to fight the guy with the cactus tie and he said he didn’t care but his loss because he doesn’t know how adventerous you are? and how you’re so selfless when it comes to people you care about. plus you’re one of the faces i don’t mind waking up to because you’re always up for a good time even though your feet are cold as shit, tbh after this case i’m gonna take you to jail. but maybe not because i really want to paint napoleon’s suit on you for my history series for history month. is there a history month? fuck i hope so.

anyway, gnna hand this to the bald man. ope he sends it in the letter box oR why are you at the rhino. 

sorry i dipped my finger in midori to watercolor trees on the evelope. didnt go as planned.

trabis delacroix

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            okay here goes.

in all honestly, i don’t remember you at all. i’m sure you had an effect on me once but.. it’s like i’m trying to grasp on to water. i just can’t remember what you meant to me or what made me want to stay for so long.

a part of me wants to remember so bad, to go back in time and go back to the life we share but i just have so much more to live for now. there are people here that i care about in a way that i never would have considered all those years ago and i’m so happy? i feel so bad for not missing you anymore. i hope you’ve gotten married by now, i know you’ve wanted someone to be there for you like i never was.

well this is depressing. i’m not going to send it. i’ll burn and mix the ashes with beeswax and send you a coaster.

no love, but a fistful of memories,

t. delacroix

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good afternoon my dear, i hope this gets to you because i am just writing your address in the corner and hope it gets back to you because there’s not stamp!

i hope you’re having a great day, this is just a little reminder that i love you and that you make my life just a little bit better. when you get this, we should go out because im probably just slumped over making paper from old print and it's rewarding but fuck it takes forever. also i need someone to watch dracula with??? hope you're down!

all the love x.

travis delacroix

[jfctravis-blog1]

imessage ✉ 2012 💼-y

travis: can you lift 80 ?

travis: asking for a friend (me)

[jfctravis-blog1]

crimson's butt. you know this.

my pillow.   (︶▿︶✿

[eddiebrck]

soap || travis & crimson

[jfctravis-blog1]

crimsonfck!

he hugged the other male tightly as a smile spread across his lips. “you’re my fucking guardian angel.” his heart practically skipped a beat as his eyes laid on the three bunts that sat in the other male’s grasp. travis may have been one of his best friends. “yeah. i mean… yeah.” crimson watched the other male, take a seat as he submerged himself in the bubbly water. the blonde followed suit, laying back against the opposing end of the bathtub, watching his friend. “yep. this is a level fifty-four pity party.” a small shrug past his shoulders, waiting for the other male to spark the blunts to life. “what about you? what’s on your mind?” he let his body relax, knowing travis was no stranger. there was nothing he hadn’t seen. 

scraping his nails along crimson’s sides, travis pressed a greeting kiss to crimson’s jaw before slumping into the water, sloshing a good bit up the sides. passing a blunt over to his roommate and placing the other in the soapdish, he leaned up to grab his coffee and passed the lighter over. “you’re really taking this to heart, huh? maybe go after someone who isn’t in an established relationship?” bringing the blunt to his lips, he sat back up to let crimson light the end of his blunt. nudging crimson’s knee out of his way to get more comfortable, travis ashed over the side of the tub, it wasn’t his bathroom. "nothing’s going on, i was trying to get into clay but that hasn’t worked out. maybe i’ll try again. maybe i’ll find someone to do the grocery shopping because i’m really don’t want to see the ginger who scans through lane 7 you know? but we should set you up with a playdate.”

[jfctravis-blog1]

who annoys you the most?

no one? 

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favorite girl?

probably gracie? she’s a shedevil and 20 but excellent. cora’s good, an angel.