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crimsonfaux:

“I wish I was joking bird, but yeah we’re stuck here. But at least it’s not hauling ass down into the ground.. I suppose.” Zane muttered trying to think about the best case scenario, while he glanced from her to the door. “Come sit here with me. I’ll help you down. Don’t worry.”

birdie sunk down on the ground next to him. she was still trembling softly, trying to keep her breath even. “sorry i uh... i’m freaking out so much.” she hadn’t remembered a time in the recent year that she felt any sort of comfort in the world. but the way things were piling on top of her as of late were pushing her farther than she had ever felt. she was trying to stop the tears that were filling her eyes, tired of being so emotional all of the time. “sorry.” she squeaked out again.

#zane #enjoy a sad bird

crimsonfaux:

“Well, I don’t know if this is cursed being trapped in an elevator after that whole fiasco.” Zane’s hues flicker from the person across him to the flickering level 3 on the elevator. “I phoned up and they said it’s going to be a half hour. So may as well get comfortable.”

birdie tried to calm herself down. she tried to take a deep breath as she looked over at zane. “are... are we really stuck?” she asked softly. her hands trembling as she tried to blink away the tears. a pain shot through her collar bone, causing her to realize how much she had tensed up. her brain flicking back to being stuck in the door.

#zane

xjameson-robertsx:

Jameson looked over and saw Birdie, a warm and joyful smile already on his face now that she was in his vicinity. “Aw, I’m alright. It’s a little hoity toity for me, you know? But I’m gettin by. I’m glad you’re having fun. You look absolutely stunning. Let me get a twirl,” he smirked, taking her hand and raising it above her head, twirling her himself as her dress flowed in the air. “Gorgeous.” He sipped the rest of his drink and then looked out over the crowd and over to the dance floor.

“You wanna dance? I have to warn you, I’m quite the dancer. I might sweep you off your feet.” He smirked, winking over at her.

birdie giggled softly as she twirled for him, her fingers tangling with his. “thank you jameson.” she blushed, unable to stop herself from preening under his gaze. “you look very handsome too... i think that you look like you fit in.” she grabbed her own drink, smiling at the bartender. “oh i would love to dance... i love dancing.” she giggled once more, taking a sip from her own glass.

she needed a night just to let her hair down and actually have fun for once. this seemed like the perfect opportunity.

#jameson

xofaddiction:

+open || the art institute of chicago || @crimsonstarters

once upon a time, abraham wished someone would appreciate his art the way these people did, but those days had long since faded. his art was worn with pride, etched into his skin with ink and blood in lines and shades of black and gray. rolling his shoulders, the walsh stood before a painting, it’s swirls of black, yellow, white and scarlet thick against the canvas. the lines were so thick, they cast shadows on the wall beneath it, the track lighting forcing the jagged valleys of the painting to appear deeper than they were. it was purposeful in it’s anger; there was torture in the painting, but total grip of control. glancing at the little accompanying card, he tilted his head, dark streaks of black falling in his vibrant gaze. “damn, this is oil?” he muttered under his breath. “bet this fuckin’ thing took at least a month to dry.”

birdie was trying her hardest to enjoy herself tonight. she was always curious about art, the process behind it, the meanings behind why they created what they created. she stood next to abraham, her head cocking a little as she thought about what was hanging in front of her. “it’s beautiful though.” she murmured, mainly to herself. the amount of feeling being able to be shown in just strokes of a brush pulled her in.

#abraham

crimsxnsins:

event starter status: open to everyone location: art institute, bar area ; grand reopening

Here we go again. One would think that those who were here when the fire broke out at the Art Institute would think twice about showing up here, him being one of them, yet here they all were. Of course he expected the pat down and like the smart person he was with his O’Shea side coming to light again, he made sure to stash a couple of his personal favorite guns where he could access them once he cleared the security check. Every time he put himself in a situation where there was potential for danger on a catastrophic level, he berated himself for being foolish to think that just one evening would go without someone getting shot or something blowing up. He honestly didn’t want to be at this event in the first place , of course most of that had to deal with the fact he was a little tired being shot at or partially on fire. He really just wanted one evening where he could look nice, enjoy a drink and not have to worry about anything or anyone but himself.

He walked straight to the bar and signal for the bartender, leaning up against the bar, “I’ll take two Manhattans, dry.” Liam looked to his side and feel a bit generous, and hoping this good act reflected on good karma that this evening would not end in fire or blood, “I’ll pay for their next one too.”

birdie never trusted events anymore. the subtle tension of the room was finally something that she was able to pick up on. she could even feel it herself, her stomach churning slightly with the nerves she was trying to suppress. she finally made it to the bar, relieved that she could at least take the edge off what she was feeling. her eyes flickered over to liam at his comment. “oh... i should just stay around you then.” she teased softly, almost too easily falling into the facade she had developed over the years. “vodka soda please.” she smiled at the bartender. “thanks for the drink.”

#liam

xjameson-robertsx:

Location: Art Institute of Chicago Time: 7PM Open Event Starter | @crimsonstarters

Jameson had decided to attend this event, mainly because he enjoyed a night out every once in a while. His bar was fine and things felt okay. He also wanted to be here in case anything hairy popped off and he had to be there to help out but he hoped things would be quiet tonight. As he sat by the bar, talking shop with the bartender on staff, he sipped his drink, smiling and laughing but always being on guard just in case.

He hadn’t worn his gun on him because of course they had metal detectors so he’d come early and stashed one of his pieces under a metal trash can in one of the alleyways. When he got there, he let them pat him down and did the whole bit. Once he was in, however, he went over to the spot he’d stashed his gun and thankfully, it was still there. He kept it on the holster that was strapped to his leg, under his pant leg. He felt more at ease now as he carried on with the man mixing drinks.

“So anyway, that’s how I survived the Limelight back in… I wanna say ‘94? Hard job. Very sweaty. Also club kids can be mean when you’re not also drunk or high,” he laughed, shaking his head. When he felt another presence next to him, he looked over. “How are you enjoying tonight? I’m not much for the whole museum thing but it has its perks,” he smirked, holding up his drink.

birdie had been trying her best to avoid teddy all night. she had managed to catch a few glimpses of him here and there, using her small stature to duck through the crowd to avoid his gaze as well. the fake smile etched on her face as she talked to some of her regular clients, just trying to distract herself from the world around her. when she finally made it to the bar she couldn’t help but grin at jameson, bumping her hip against his playfully.

“i’m making it through... i usually am not a fan of crowds.” she admitted with a shrug. she set her empty glass down on the bar, waving for another one to be made. “are you enjoying yourself?” she found herself relaxing around him, sighing softly as she turned to look at him with a smile, this time more natural.

#jameson

rosesjustdie:

event starter; open to all ( @crimsonstarters )

location; open bar

there used to be a time when zoe really felt like she belonged at these events and she was longing to get back to it. fake it until you make it seemed to be her mantra of the last six months and that night was no different, except that she felt more real and less like she was faking. leaning against the bar she looked around, clearly impressed at what had been put on. “it looks good, don’t you think?” asking the person next to her, “though i’m not sure how an open bar will go around all of these paintings.”

birdie always felt out of place when it came to more lavish spaces. there was just something in the back of her mind always trying to convince her that she didn’t belong there. but she was dragged out of her apartment once again. her tendencies lately on the more isolating side of things. “it uh... this place is beautiful.” she nodded in agreement, sighing softly before chuckling. “but the open bar definitely helps.” she shrugged, taking a stop of her own drink. it had become a crutch when it came to larger social gatherings, calming the nerves she had grown accustomed to feeling.

#zoe

#crimson.event

gcldengrime:

“I’m not talking about me. I’m talking about you,” Taron clarified, a huff coming over his words as he finally pushed himself back to his feet. The movements pulled taunt over healing skin, small fibers of the skin on his legs fighting to stay together. He stood with a small tremble and his face slowly regained its color as his tolerance against the discomfort returned along with his composure.

“You and whatever kid across the street on his Little Tikes that has to witness it.”

“yeah i fucking get it okay?” her head was throbbing at this point. “it was one fucking mistake on a sidewalk. jesus fucking christ.” she chewed on her bottom lip for a few moments. trying to suck in a deep breath to calm herself a little. “are you okay though? like genuinely?” she couldn’t help but notice that he got up pretty stiffly even though they hadn’t been exchanging the kindest words.

#taron #even while angry she is soft

wtcddy:

HE SEES HER through the glass of the lobby doors first, and she stumbles past the threshold exactly the way he’d expect—with flushed cheeks and zero control of her limbs. birdie doesn’t employ the exact coping mechanisms he does, but she has her vices. alcohol is one of them, teddy is another. considering she lives like hannah montana most of the time, he figures she has a few more he’s not aware of ( she’s all about keeping secrets these days, huh ? ), but he dismisses the thought as she drags herself through an empty parking lot to meet him. for once, he doesn’t comment on how desperate it makes her look.

THERE IS NO prepared speech—actually, looking at her now, teddy can’t think of a single goddamn word to say—so he buries his hands in his pockets and just takes her in for a breath or two. he’s not armed for the time being, he figures if she tries to run he can catch up with her easily enough on foot, no need to take her out at the knees. here isn’t the place for it anyway, too many witnesses behinds each window of the complex. “ hey, tweet. ” it’s the best opener he could think of. “ i kind of assumed you would have bailed before i got here, but … ” he stalls, snuffing the cigarette out underneath the heel of his trademark nikes, “ i can smell you from here, so maybe i overestimated you. ” should have known better than to assume you’d have any sense of self-preservation. “ what now, birdie ? if you were in my shoes, what would you do next ? because i’m at a fucking loss, my hands are tied. ”

birdie kept her distance from teddy. her arms had wrapped around her torso, chewing on her bottom lip. she wished the ground would just swallow her up. her stomach was turning in knots as she stood in silence. she couldn’t even look at him, her eyes locked on her own shoes. she had spent most of her day trying to accept what she felt like she knew was coming. when he spoke she shrugged. “i... i don’t know what you’re supposed to do... i... i...” she had come up with an idea, a solution for him but she had no idea how he was going to respond.

#tw mentions of suicide #tw mention of depression #tw overdose

sangranteria:

“You don’t have. I’m… trust me, I don’t need much. I just need somewhere that doesn’t feel like it’s spinning until I can get back on my feet, or at least until my roommate can come get me.”

Jude should have known better, but there was something about her that made him want to instill trust. He figured that if worse came to worse, his dead weight, literal or not, would go against his observation of her strength. He agreed, letting her take lead and guide him. The road was almost lulling the moment it moved beneath them just as much as it was unsettling. It felt better with his eyes closed.

“I’m Jude, by the way,” He told her, the delayed formalities causing him to chuckle lightheartedly.

“take all the time you need... i uh... i got the space.” she smiled up at him as she made sure he was okay before making sure that he was safely in her car. once she had gotten into the car herself she smiled. “my name is birdie... and i mean it. you can hang out at my place as long as you need... just promise this isn’t some sort of ruse in order to like take me out or something.” she joked softly, a short giggle escaping her lips.

“my apartment isn’t very far.” she assured him as she drove, her eyes flickering to the clock in her car. they didn’t have much longer until curfew kicked in and she couldn’t handle getting into trouble again.

#jude

juliafaust:

Julia smiled slightly, softly. “I could certainly get the two of you in here, for sure, if you wanted to. Technically, it is against protocall and not profesional, considering I have a personal relationship with him, and you, but again, I know I could keep myself unbiased and unattached, and just to listen. Whether or not Teddy would be interested in coming to therapy is an entirely different story, though.” Julia chuckled, because in all honesty, Julia could never see Teddy Cohen willingly partaking in therapy, absolutely not, but maybe one day, when he felt more confident in it. “Well, that’s good. If he had hurt you physically, I’d kill him myself.” Julia told her, nodding. “I know he’s not like that. He’s got a good heart, underneath it all, I know he does. He just - He’s had it rough. People who have it rough tend to lash out in ways that we don’t normally do. He has trauma, but Birdie, so do you and there comes a point where taking care of yourself becomes a priority and he needs to take care of himself. You need to take care of yourselves, separately. There’s too much, it seems, placed on each other to take care of one another. You can’t be so infused. It’s harmful.” She admitted, nodding.

“Nightmares are very triggering. Very. Do you sleep most nights, or do you need to take something to go to bed? How long does it take you to fall asleep?” Julia asked, tilting her head to the side. “If it takes too long, we can talk perhaps about giving you a light sedative to help you, absolutely. It can just take the edge off. It’s just for now. The way I describe it, especially with medication, is that you wouldn’t deprive someone with diabetes their insulin. This is the same type of thing. Anxiety and sleep trauma are truly brain disorders, and we can treat them. Nothing to be ashamed of.”

birdie chewed on her bottom lip as she listened to julia. “i uh... i don’t think he trusts me enough to talk in therapy with me... he second guesses everything i do... that might be why he wants to know so much about me.... i don’t know.” she shrugged as her face scrunched up. “i know he has a good heart i wouldn’t feel the way about him that i do without him actually caring about me in some way. i mean he suggested i come here so...” julia’s comment about what he has been through caused her to shift a little. she didn’t know a lot about his childhood but she knew that his was rough. their lives shared a lot of similar experiences despite how different they were. “i know i put too much on him... i don’t mean to i just... i don’t have many people in my life. i push a lot of them away or uh... i just... i don’t think they can handle me at times i don’t know and... i try not to burden him so much but i know i do... i know that i’m a burden to him.” she sniffled softly, once again chewing on her bottom lip. “so i try to back off of him but that makes him mad too so i just... i get confused and frustrated because i just... i love him and i don’t want to hurt him in anyway.”

“i uh... i don’t usually sleep well... i don’t know. i struggle a lot. but most nights i’m up late anyway with work i mean... that was before the curfew and stuff... but even now i have late nights... so my sleep schedule is kinda fucked up anyway.” she rambled for a moment. she knew she was dumping a lot but she couldn’t stop herself. “what uh... what would the meds do?”

#julia

laventii:

Their movements changed to another dance, and his hand on the small of her back was replaced with the wall in the back of the club. Hands slid over her fabric, mapping out what he hoped to undercover later on. Curves he was familiar with he followed in a forgotten movement against the music, hiding lust for just another break song of the song he was trying to remember to pay attention to in order to hide their motives.

a small moan escaped against his lips, her arms wrapping around his broad shoulders. their bodies were still swaying to the thumping of the music, but their pace was changing. she grunted as she was backed into the wall, pulling away from the kiss to catch her breath for a moment. her eyes fluttered back open to lock with his just for a moment. but soon enough she captured his lips in a kiss once more, the small buzz she had started only fueling her at this point.

#himbo and bimbo love #nsfw #lav

alvarocabreraleon:

Alvaro smiled, nodding. “Well, that’s good. I wouldn’t want you to be around any bad stereotypes, chica.” He told her, a warm smile on his face. “Insomnia? Have you tried some good herbal tea?” Alvaro looked around. “That could be helpful. I know from experience, and also the insane amount of coffee I drink. Sometimes it keeps me up at night, but the herbal tea really can help. You ever try it? They have all kinds, mija.”

“oh uh yeah... no bad stereotypes around me.” she added awkwardly, shrugging a little. “i’ve tried herbal tea before... it hasn’t worked that well... i think i uh... i’m too wound up most of the time. even without coffee.” she shrugged once more as she chewed on her bottom lip. “what do you recommend though?”

#alvaro

xian-lockex:

“Oi! Fuck! I-” he looked up and saw the small brunette and settled, the surprise almost completely gone now. “Shit, sorry love. Are you okay? All the limbs workin’ fine, yeah?” he smirked, the unlit cigarette still in his mouth, hanging from his lips.

“I wasn’t quite watching where I was going, to be honest. Gotta quit these things,” he smirked as he began lighting his cigarette. “Nasty stuff,” a pause as he inhaled and then exhaled. “I’m Ian by the way. Your name? So I can know the name of the bird I’m about to buy a drink for… mainly cause I’m a git for not paying attention.”

her eyebrows had scrunched together, her eyes almost welling with tears at his first exclamation. “i’m so sorry...” she whimpered out, her bottom lip jutting out. “i’m okay... no uh... no pain here. don’t worry... are... are you okay?” her eyebrows were still stitched together.

“oh uh... yeah... but they could be worse... you know.” she shrugged as she brushed some hair out of her face. she chewed on her bottom lip for a few moments. “i’m birdie... it’s uh... it’s nice to meet you ian.” she smiled, reaching her hand out as a way to introduce herself to him. “i’m so sorry for bumping into you.”

#ian

camxjones:

Cameron had his eyes glued on his phone, trying to calm down a pet’s owner after yesterday’s surgery, but while typing, he felt a bump as soon as he turned the corner, making him take a step back. Soon he realized his clothes were wet, apparently, it was not a good idea to walk absently minded with a cup of coffee in his hand. His eyes finally looked away from the screen to look at the girl and check if she was alright. “I was really needing a coffee right now but it’s okay. Are you alright?”

“oh god.. i... i can buy you another one... let me buy you another one.” she stuttered out again. she huffed softly, sucking in a deep breath as she tried to calm herself down. she hated how on edge she was lately. as if any noise would make her jump out of her skin, maybe it was what she went through in the last year or so was finally catching up to her. “what were you drinking? i’m so sorry.”

#cameron

drmlcss:

stepping past the wide streets, her pumps clacking rhythmically against the pave stones, aubree barely registers her footing. her mind brimming and her fingers typing away across the black screen she’s clutching. she doesn’t realise the other women until it’s almost too late; pace faltering, she starts, quickly taking in her surroundings. “oh shit,” her own apology dies on her tongue as birdie beats her to it. “no worries. I wasn’t really, paying attention either.” aubree acquiesces, a half hearted smile forming. “I know what that’s like. you okay?”

birdie sighed softly. she knew how much of a mess she looked. her hair was a mess as she tried to get her bearings once more. “i’m such a mess... i’m sorry.” she huffed out once more. “did i hurt you or anything? is your phone okay?” she stuttered out. trying to suck in a deep breath. “i’m okay... nothing bad here.”

#aubree

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