jaerd alaniz.

❝ sorry, i know that comment wasn't funny, i just wanted you to l o v e me but I didn't go about it right. sometimes the best advice that I can give is to bite my lip and listen with my BIG FAT MOUTH shut tight. ❞

[jverd]

bevtrice:

         As the realisation struck Jaerd, a huff of air was released from the brunette. ❛  Seeing as it took you that long to even CONSIDER me… I’ll have to think about it.  ❜  Tris provoked, leaning back: arms folded across her chest.  ❛  What’s in it for me, exactly?  ❜  

     “ well i didn’t -- ” he scratches his head. “ i didn’t think you’d WANT to live with me. it didn’t cross my mind. ” a shrug. “ your own room, your own bathroom, and i happen to know that your roommate is an A M A Z I N G chef. it’s a win-win. ”

[jverd]

slcvne:

@jverd

❛❛ thanks for the life lesson, ❛ boy meets world. ❜ how’s your repressed love life doing? ❜❜

     “ i don’t have a ‘ love life ’ and i don’t WANT one, thank you very much. are you often this nosy ? ” 

[jverd]

scvlley:

fingers rub against each other until she reflects the other’s body language. slender limbs meet in front of her chest and inevitably, the petite redhead bites down on her cheek. there’s deep thought showing through doll-like face ; a feeling that’s quick to be replaced by the grudge the younger carried with her. she should’ve KNOWN BETTER than to show up at his house — alone. but there was something pushing her further, finally able to stand on her own. forest tones avoid his and shoulders twitch upwards as liza finally decides to speak up.  ❝ just —- i’m not, i’m not doing this. i, i saw the dumb thing! and i, f-for one, have had enough. so, i’m not wasting my time finding out w-why you hate me. it’s CHILDISH. so, bye, again.  ❞

     it took a lot for jaerd not to just close the door and cower behind the wood like a shield -- he was not a particularly brave man -- but he was given meek courage to stand up to his former best friend for wronging him; especially when she’d done all the work and come to his front step. so, he steeled himself, balled up his fingers into fists, and took a deep breath. but liza’s words knocked the wind back out of him. “ i don’t hate you; you’re the one who hates me ! and -- and i’m not childish, you are ! fine. leave. i don’t care. ” he took a step back and slammed the door between him only to recross his arms once the barrier was back up. classic jaerd. 

[jverd]

spookvs:

@jverd | take this one too

          “   you’d be surprised what you can live without.   ”

     “ oh, the human body is simply fascinating with how long it can survive under certain circumstances. three whole weeks without food, three minutes without air -- though i’m sure there are some talented swimmers who can do longer -- and ten days without water ! though, under conditions, that drops to only three days. hm, three really is the magic number. ”

[jverd]

bevtrice:

        He goes on, and Tris leans back: arms folded over her chest, brows raised at the other.  ❛  Yeah, you have a REAL lack of friends who are in need of a new place…  ❜  The brunette began, not adding any comment to the previous statement made by Jaerd.  ❛  If you only knew someone who was about to graduate–  ❜  She cuts herself off, already plenty of EASILY DETECTABLE sarcasm to be found in her statement. 

     jaerd’s brow furrowed before it clicked. “ OH ! right ! you could -- would you want to move in with me ? there’s plenty of space -- you could have your own room and ---- and we could have BOARD GAME NIGHTS and -- and kaylee could come over ! i will warn you that i am a v e r y light sleeper. ”

[jverd]

scvlley:

@jverd​ ;

there’s hotheaded stubbornness driving a petite female & she’s angry ; an emotion painted over marble face. it shows in her body-language, as forest tones simply glare back at her friend’s, or that he appeared to be days ago, new location. a note & an empty room was all liza was given, blame trying to nag on pale limbs. but she was persistent, answers to be given as fingers are clenched into a tight fist. a knock on the door, then silence. and quietly, she asks herself if it wasn’t for the best to just throw a rock with a note on it through his window. but instead the redhead waits.

     it was cuban cooking night. the sharp, warm smells of spices filled jaerd’s new apartment ---- what a feat; his home was huge ! ---- and the radio station that only played spanish music was blasting out of the boombox. as he stirred the fricase de pollo ( hips swinging awkwardly to the beat ), jaerd almost missed the heavy knocking at his door. “ ¡ un momento ! ” a quick wipe of his hands on the KISS THE CHEF apron, and he’s pulling open the door with a bright smile. “ how can i... oh. ” well. a small, angry ex-friend was not the package he was hoping to see delivered on his doorstep. the elder straightened, eyes narrowing and arms crossing. “ hello liza. ”

[jverd]

bevtrice:

          Struggling to keep up in school ? Check. Making minimum wage at Benny’s ? Check. A barely liveable dorm ? Check. Beatrice wasn’t exactly going above & beyond with the limited resources she acquired, but somehow: Jaerd was.  ❛  You know, that’s just about the LEAST RELATABLE thing you’ve ever said. Including the whole mole business. How can you afford that place ?  ❜

     “ i... well. i figure dormitories aren’t exactly the most s p a c i o u s, so you probably wouldn’t understand. ” jaerd remembers quite vividly absolutely abhorring the dorm he’d had to endure for the years of college he’d attended, and shuddered at the thought of anyone else having to go home every night to a stuffy, crowded mess. “ the best thing about your whole family dying is that i got all the life insurance. ” he smiled bitterly. “ not sure how i’ll deal with living alone now. i’ve never lived alone before --- i mean, of course i won’t be alone because i’m adopting TELLULAH, but still. it’s weird, right ? i mean i could always see if anyone wanted to be my roommate but i don’t exactly ---- well. friends. i don’t have many of those. and it’s a real toss-up if i went with a stranger. some people around here -- ” jaerd dropped his voice. “ they’re real WEIRDOS. ”

[jverd]

@bevtrice !!

     “ it’s HUGE. three bedrooms, two bathrooms, the kitchen is to DIE for, and the living room has so much room for activities ! i don’t even know what to do with all this s p a c e. ”

[jverd]

don’t cry when the sun is gone

BOOKS. SUMMER CLOTHES. CARDIGANS. BOOKS PT. 2. MISC JUNK. STUFFED ANIMALS FRAGILE: DON’T SHAKE. BOOKS PT. 3. 

Cramped, barely legible words were scrawled over the mountain of boxes, the ( now barren ) room smelling strongly of noxious Sharpie fumes. Jaerd sighed deeply, going briefly lightheaded at the scent. He didn’t bother opening a window: it’d be pointless - he’s leaving anyway. 

Moving day. October 7th, circled twice in red ink on the Kittens Monthly calendar now tucked carefully away in the bin marked “OFFICE SUPPLIES”. His whole life packed up in boxes, ready to be shipped to his new home across town. It was such a jarring sight-- to look across the room and see an empty closet where sweaters and rain jackets used to hang, to have pictures and mementos filed away instead of painstakingly positioned on shelves. To have the last four years of his life tucked into cardboard bins. Soft, muffled laughter drifted in underneath the door, along with the smell of breakfast, and Jaerd hunched over further in his spot at the edge of his bed. He looked forward to the silence that would come with a new, empty apartment. 

He looked forward to being alone. 

Not that living with Kaylee and Liza had been a hardship all the time. Sometimes it had been nice. Kaylee shared his passion for his mother’s recipes ( passion being eating everything he cooked ) and living with her meant he’d see Tris, too. Two birds with one stone, or whatever. And Liza...

Liza.

Jaerd stood, bare mattress squeaking at the movement. He didn’t think she even knew that he was moving out. She’d been too busy fraternizing with the enemy to notice the boxes Jaerd had been secretly bringing to his room over the past month, ever since he’d decided to dig into the blood money from his family’s death and buy a new apartment for himself across town: as far from Liza and her boyfriend as physically possible without flat-out leaving Sheffield. Seriously. Jaerd had done his research. 

Ten months ago, Liza would’ve been helping him find a new apartment. Actually, ten months ago Jaerd probably wouldn’t even be moving out because he wouldn’t have felt suffocated and trapped in his own home. Ten months ago he wouldn’t have been begging for more shifts at the library just so he wouldn’t have to go home and risk falling into a stilted conversation with Mr. Tall Dark and Best Friend-Stealing. Ten months ago: life without Mikhail Talbot ruining everything. 

Jaerd adjusted a box so its corners matched up with the one stacked beneath it, his mouth turning down into a deep frown. He wondered if Liza would miss him, or if she’d even notice he was gone at all. She was awfully invested in Mickey; it wasn’t that much of a stretch. Absently, Jaerd began picking at the tape holding the box together with his fingernail, eyebrows furrowing further. He tried not to think about this. The idea that Liza could easily forget about him, forget the last sixteen years of friendship over a... a guy. He couldn’t comprehend it, truthfully. 

They had been close for as long as Jaerd could remember. He’d always had Liza by his side. She was the only one who put up with him for more than an hour at a time. Through thick and thin, it was always Jaerd and Liza -- Liza and Jaerd. When Jaerd’s mom had died, when he lost everything, when he wouldn’t eat or leave his room or talk to anyone because life was meaningless, Liza was there. Jaerd trusted her with his everything, though he’d never admit it because he could barely admit it to himself.

The absurdness of Liza choosing someone, especially a romantic interest, over Jaerd would’ve made him laugh. Like, snorting, ugly laughter. Liza had always had more important things than boys to think about. That’s what made her such a good friend. She was too smart for love! Too smart to be fooled by the Hallmark holidays and chemical tricks the brain tried to pull. That’s what Jaerd admired about Liza -- that and also everything else about her. Look, Jaerd chose his best friend carefully, alright? Except... now they weren’t really best friends. 

Jaerd eyed the mountain of boxes, eyes focusing on the one marked “BOARD GAMES”. He scowled.

Every Tuesday, Jaerd and Liza played chess. It wasn’t like, tradition, but it was definitely tradition. Until a month and a half ago, when Liza hadn’t come home from work at her usual time. Which was fine, because Jaerd needed to finish this book while he waited. And waited. And waited. Until the book was finished, the noodles he’d made were cold, and it was apparent that maybe this chess night wasn’t as big of a deal to Liza as it had been to him. After he’d cleaned his mess, packed away the chess board, and closed his door for the night, he’d heard the front door open and Liza enter, but before Jaerd could get out of bed and make a snarky comment about her tardiness, he heard Mickey’s voice too. That night, Jaerd pulled his covers up over his head and mourned his friendship with Liza.

There was a honk from outside that jolted Jaerd from his thoughts, and he peeked out the window to see a moving van parked out front. It was time. He picked up the nearest box -- “PHOTO ALBUMS” -- and opened his door with his free hand. Standing where he was, he could see Mickey and Liza wrapped around each other in the kitchen, their noses bumping as they talked. Jaerd looked away, gripped the box tighter as he took determined steps toward the front door.

Because maybe love was real, and maybe this was heartbreak.

[deputyysoandso]

[jverd]

dont mind me these r just my connections i need

JAERD (22, male, single &...something)

- male friend of some sort

- listen jaerds most definitely asexual/aromantic (at least so far, he may be sex positive and demiromantic but so f ar No) but i feel like the right person to try and convince him that maybe love isnt JUST some brain synapses wld be cool... u feel ? .. he is very annoying though hes not the Most Loveable 

- a new roommate bc he Movin Out

COOK (27, male, single & straight)

- SOMEONE. ANYONE. HES SO LONELY. maybe a younger sibling kind of relationship (w/o being Actually Related) bc he comes from  a big family and he misses little siblings

KELBY (18, male, secretly falling in Super Homo Love with his doctor)

- MORE FRIENDS. GOd. PLEASE.

- a beard !!! (gotta b female.... listen hes religious)

- an abusive dad OR the mom who got the HECK outta town and just happened to come back now (get this boy outta his abusive household, give me the awkward “did u miss me” mom/son relationship PLEASE)

MOOSH (24, male, single & bi)

- a childhood bff !!! moosh moved to sheffield 13 yrs ago soo.... please

- any friends. anything. a love interest ???? he drives an ice cream truck and hes REALLY stupid but hes got a heart of gold ok

SCOOCH (22, male, being courted by his enemy ?? ok)

- A FRIEND who accepts his eccentricity 

- maybe his LIT AS FUCK witch mom !!!!!!

BLUE (23, male, single)

- someone needs to fall in love with this absolute trash human (if they have chemistry bc im Picky)

- someone hes definitely gotten in fights w bc he was an Angry Garbage Boy(tm) in high school

- That Guy who made him realize his ass was gay (despite being anti sex for most of his life/kinda now bc of that childhood Incident)

- mayhaps.... a friend

BUCKET (22, male, single but Tragically in love w his best friend who DOES NOT reciprocate... yike)

- always lookin for those FWB’s u feel... hes had a Lot of Sex (its how he hides his feelings for his bff)

- a wholesome friend bc all his friends are wild af

LEAF (29, male, kinda turned on by one of his employees.. i mean um)

- an Adult Friend (no sex ! just... someone his own age... hes a dick and a loner but he has to have Someone)

- a younger sibling (sister??) who may have been the actual child of his foster parents whos lived in sheffield even when he was back in scotland or smth IDK, maybe they were reunited bc of they parents deaths

- an ex bf/gf whos kinda crazy and likes to cause trouble 

[jverd]

bevtrice:

     ❛   why ?   ❜

     “ i think it’s just time for me to be on my own. there’s no point living there anymore. ”

[jverd]

rcrvs:

❝ ———————– You haven’t? ❞

     “ i ------ NO ! i can confidently say i’ve never wanted to fuck an otherworldly spirit ! ”

[treesandstix-deactivated2018012]

*calls housephone and leaves a message* hello cats … how r u so far. sorry we had 2 leave u alone today…we will be back

[anamorphosis-and-isolate]

[eyestee]

alien: *abducts me*

me: omg huge fan thx

[kdramabc]