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A Kevenroe Sleepover | Jaden, Harley & Maggie Jean (closed)

It was Jaden’s week to do the grocery shopping. But considering Harley always ended up having to go out and pick up things Jaden hadn’t hadn’t thought to get, Jaden wasn’t sure why he was given this responsibiliy in the first place. But then again, it was just how Harley and Jaden worked. He went grocery shopping, forgetting all “the essentials,” and she came up with grand schemes to rearrange their furniture, but had to wait for him to get home to move the heavy stuff. They were the yin to each other’s yang.

Tonight, he came home, five grocery bags in tow, for Jaden had made it a lifelong goal to never, ever make more than one trip when carrying in groceries, fully prepared for Harley’s groanings and moanings about what he’d missed, ready to take it all with his typical grin. However, when he entered the small Keventry home, he was greeted by a sight he hadn’t seen in years; Har and M.J. seated on the couch in the living room, discussing something or other. Jaden plopped the grocery bags on the counter in the kitchen and then leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest, and grinning like a idiot. He watched the two for a few moments, creepy? Maybe. But they hadn’t noticed his presence yet and he didn’t want to disturb them just yet. Jaden had missed this sight, had missed coming home to see the two best friends talking animatedly about something or other that Jaden couldn’t even pretend to understand. Jaden savored the sight for a few more seconds, before finally interrupting. “Well if it isn’t my two favorite ladies.”

#jaden #harley #a kevenroe sleepover #can you tell i woke up @ 6:15?#i actually googled the circle of life lyrics

"No, I'm serious, Harley. I text Russel all the time, and he's tired of the hate he gets for Javert--" She was right in the middle of venting her ~showbusiness feelings when a husky teddybear voice broke through the chit chat. "Nants Jadenyaaaa bagithi Baba!" She sang immediately when she caught sight of him. M.J. had once dreamed of performing in the stage production of The Lion King, but she was by no means cut out for the part. Still, she memorized the foreign lyrics to the beginning of The Circle of Life as a 13 year old and had no forgot them since. Jaden had the great misfortune of beholding a name which somewhat rhymed.

She held out her hand to him in a child in a crib grasping for their mother. She just wanted to touch his hands. They were always so warm; a constant comfortable body temperature was something that M.J. missed out on as a shifter. She gladly passed it up, though, in exchange for a get out of wolfing-out free card. "Who else if your favorite?" She complained. "Two of? Who are the others?"

sky rat: jaden & m.j. (closed)

He chuckled as he watched her shake her head, dislodging a few remaining pieces of the forest from her hair. This was the M.J. he knew, and he was glad to see that she hadn’t completely changed during her time in New York. He let out a small, almost inaudible sigh of relief. He hadn’t realized just how much he had been worried about that while M.J. had been gone until she had finally come back into his life.

Of course. Jaden had heard that Audrey was sick. He hadn’t seen much of her since M.J. left all those years ago, but Harley had taken over a couple casseroles and other foods for the older woman over the years, in her considerate, Harley way. He opened his mouth to speak, but then she mentioned Donovan and his mouth shut immediately. Jaden had never been a fan of the older man. Especially as M.J.’s husband. He didn’t really know the man, hell he’d never even met him, but the thought of M.J., as bright and vivacious as she was, being tied down to some old, skeleton made Jaden feel a little nauseous. And he couldn’t lie, hearing that they had split up wasn’t exactly heart breaking news. Quite the opposite actually. In fact, Jaden was kind of relieved. That meant she wouldn’t be doomed to being a decrepit, billionaire’s trophy wife for the rest of her life.

But Jaden knew M.J. wouldn’t want to hear any of that. She was a stubborn creature, a lot like him in that regard, and hearing how bad something was for her would probably do the exact opposite of deter her from it. “I highly doubt New York could want it’s most brilliant star to leave.” he said with a grin, but his features became a little more serious when he spoke again. “I know you hate it, but there will always be a place for you here, Maggie Jean.” If he meant back in Oxford or literally here, with his arm around her walking down some path or another, it was hard to tell.

#moodboard #jaden #harley #my characters essentially just mooch off of the cool oxford family vibes #ps. we should burn all of jaden's shirts

M.J. settled into the crook by Jaden's side. A sad smile somehow managed to bypass her ~actor's shield. Thankfully Jaden was so much taller than her, it wasn't very visible to him. M.J. wouldn't ever admit it--not even to her best friends--that she felt a little bit lost. She'd always been the type of person with a five year plan filed right beside her ten year one. She laid out outfits the night before and never tweeted anything that got less than 1,000 stars. She was on top of her A game at 26 years old. But as of late, she wasn't where she was supposed to be headed next...

If she was a good daughter she would feel no remorse about leaving her life in New York to take care of her mom... but M.J. wasn't really that. If she was committed to making her marriage last, she wouldn't have filed for divorce. If she was determined to win a Tony by the time she was 30, she would have been calling and emailing every who's-who upstate to land her next role. And yet, M.J. was doing none of those things. She was popping out of bushes with twigs in her hair. She sighed understandably. It was like she had lost her spark... and as much as Jaden would try to convince her that she ever good, M.J. felt like something was missing.

She patted his stomach. "I know." She knew he couldn't be talking about Oxford. Most of the town didn't even like her. She preferred to be with Jaden anyways, so she chose to pretend like that's what he meant. His arms were much more comfortable than her childhood home anyways. And then... in a rare time of crisis... M.J. Monroe... expressed interest... in someone else's life!!! "Jaden, what do you want your life to be like?" She was, of course, trying to find a sense of clarity for her own life by inquiring about Jaden's. Maybe he could be her genie in a bottle. She wouldn't mind seeing him dance shirtless out of a smokey compartment.

#jaden #sky rat

a little birdie told me harley needs us: kevenroe moodboard #1

the day jaxon almost died: jaxon & m.j. (closed)

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Damn it. She knew exactly what she was doing, didn’t she? Of course she did. MJ was like… some super genius or something. Or, at least with math. Or he assumed. She’d been ‘hired’ as his tutor for a reason. He’d never really listened much when she’d tutored. He’d always been trying to think of new ways to get into her pants. Hey, he’d graduated. That’s what mattered, right?

"I can do that," he finally nodded, licking his lips a bit before leaning back from her car. He then motioned towards her and the car in a general sweeping motion with his hand, "Try not ta kill anyone, alright?" His stupid, wolfy grin came to his lips and he glanced at the watch he wore on his left hand, "I’ll meet ya at the bar… around nine?" It would give him enough time to get home and get a shower before meeting up with her.

#jaxon #the day jaxon almost died #m.j. is not a real person sometimes

M.J. flashed him a flippant smile. She didn't say anything in response... only rolled up her window slowly, holding eye contact with him as the glass barrier slid up between them. M.J. waved him a girly goodbye before she sped forward. The rest of the day after her run-in (almost literal) with Jax consisted of cooking a poor meatloaf for her mom's dinner, getting mashed potatoes all over the microwave, changing her outfit nine times, and recording three new reality tv shows on the DVR. It was a low place for M.J. She could barely look herself in the mirror... except that she thought she was so pretty no amount of shame could keep her away from her own reflection. At least no level of shame she knew yet...

That night, she popped down the sidewalk of a business district of Oxford, her heel clicking on the concrete, her skirt swaying with the repetitive swing of her hips. She was reading The New Yorker on her phone and didn't bother to watch where she was going; if people were smart enough they'd move out of her way. (So Maybe M.J. had gotten a little full of herself... it wasn't the biggest of her problems. The biggest was probably that she was spending the night with Jaxon Joffrey of all people.)

Inside the bar, M.J. flipped her hair over her shoulder, that doing enough to get her a drink from the bartender. Goosebumps rose on her arms as she accounted for the number of cowboy boots around her.

Where Our Heart Is || M.J. & Tristan (closed)

Tristan had gone home and spent the few hours watching tv between their meeting and their… date or dinner or whatever it was they were doing tonight. Productive, he knew. But it was all he could think to do. His brain was absolutely racing. What if he had to tell her about the addiction? What if she just saw him as a junkie and didn’t want anything to do with him? He couldn’t help but worry. MJ had been the only female that Tristan had ever… loved. He’d been absolutely devastated when she left.

But she was back now, and that’s what he had to focus on. So, he’d made sure he looked nice. Smoothed out the blue button up shirt he wore that made his eyes appear more blue than the usual blue-grey. He put on his shoes, grabbed his keys and headed out.

If you asked him what the drive to her house had been like, he couldn’t have told you. It seemed like he was doing all of these things, but his brain wasn’t present. It was only when he went to open his car door that he realized he was at her house. He let out a shaky breath, told himself to calm the fuck down, and then got out of the car. He walked up to the door and rang the door bell.

It was a few moments (or was it minutes, he couldn’t tell) that the door opened. It was like high school all over again. Sure, they were both a little older, but it was so familiar. It made him smile. But then he reminded himself: This wasn’t high school, she wasn’t his girlfriend. They were just two friends about to spend an evening catching up. That was it.

"Here I am," he said with a light laugh, he extended his hand to her, "Shall I whisk you away and ply you with alcohol?" He raised one brow as that warm and happy smile spread across his lips.

#tristan #where our heart is

M.J. took his hand immediately. "Gladly." She realized, just then, how often she had been going out since her return to Oxford... there was Jaxon and Blaize, she'd gone out for coffee with Jaden, and Riley had brought over leftovers for her mom and ended up staying the night. M.J. patted herself on the back (figuratively... she was holding hands with Tristan literally...) because that hand had been held by many a gentlefolk as of late. I still got it, she said to herself with a proud roll of her eyes as she walked towards Tristan's car.

Inside, she felt eerily like she was a teenager again. That damn feeling needed to go away. It made it hard to breathe, like all the oxygen was being sucked away by community theatre and listening to showtunes on her way to school, like Friday nights spent watching reruns of Friends instead of actually experiencing the big city. M.J. took a deep breathe as she buckled herself into his car, rubbing the leather seats nostalgically. It wasn't all bad though. The car also reminded her of long hugs and notes in class and tying his tie on prom night. That settled her down a bit... along with the prospect of alcohol. She wasn't by any means an alcoholic, but recently M.J. had been relying on a few glasses of wine at the end of the night to get her ready for the next day. It helped her sleep through her mom's whining and dulled the twinges of guilt she felt for wanting to sleep through her mom's whining. Being so frigid wasn't so easy all of the time.

"I am very ready to not be responsible for once," she said to Tristan. "Is that on the agenda tonight?" If losing track of time was a classic un-M.J. move, ridding herself of responsibility was next in line. She'd been feeling like she'd needed to get away from herself recently though... Where had it gotten her? Divorced and on the losing end of broken family relationships. M.J. threw her red hair over one shoulder, not bothering to fix her for once as she looked out the rearview mirror as if she could see the rest of the night before her. She liked how little she referred to her five year plan in it. She liked how it tasted like appletinis.

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No Dressing Up This Time || MJ & Blaize (closed)

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Blaize chuckled a bit. “Well, I wasn’t expecting you to be enthused about it, that’s for sure,” he told her, still holding onto her hand as he pulled his truck out of the Monroe driveway. “I mean, I know I’m pretty much the only reason you’re happy to be here,” he said, that playful grin of his on his lips. His thumb ran over her hand as they drove. It was good to have the comfort of MJ. When she’d moved to New York, he’d been a little upset. It wasn’t an angry type of upset, more sad than anything else. But she’d kept in touch, and had even flown him up there a few times to see her. How could he complain? It hadn’t been the same as having one of his best friends here in town, but they were still just as close now as they were then.

The thumb of his hand that was on the steering wheel drummed along with the country music playing through the speakers of his truck; he’d turned it down really low since he knew she wasn’t too huge a fan of anything southern. But his sensitive wolf ears could still hear it perfectly well. “You plan on heading back to New York once things calm down here?” he asked her with one brow raised. He felt he knew the answer to that already. Of course she would. She didn’t belong here.

"I mean, either way, we’ll be alright, I just was wondering," he said as they finally pulled up and parked in front of the restaurant.

#blaize #no dressing up this time

M.J. noticed Blaize's thumbs softly drumming to a beat against the steering wheel; she knew what he was doing and she appreciated it more than he would ever know. Country music was irresponsible. You couldn't jazz square to country music. Where was the fun in that? M.J. disliked country music so much, in fact, that on the running list of reasons she wanted to leave Oxford, country music had landed in the top ten. It was, of course, a work in progress, though, so she could still come upon something that bothers her more... That was her optimism talking; maybe I'll find something I hate more than country music! Where there's a will there's a way!

M.J. was so caught up in her own musings that she had accidentally tuned Blaize out. Aside from not being so bitter about the move south, M.J. also apparently needed to work on focusing other people besides herself. It was just so hard though... she loved herself so much. M.J. was her own favorite person. She had, at least, caught his last question though, and even if she hadn't, M.J. could have guessed what he'd said. It seemed like most conversations these days with old friends ended with "when are you going back?" The same uncomfortable flipping of her stomach occurred within herself every time.

M.J. hadn't lived in new York as M.J. Monroe in eight years... almost immediately after moving there she became M.J. Westwood and pretty soon Donovan had begun introducing herself to his chums as Margaret. "It was more New York's style," he'd said. A little part of M.J. saw moving back to New York like she viewed moving there for the first time; even though she'd been cast in shows and performed at the Tony's, she felt like half the person she'd been before... divorced. And it wasn't that she felt lesser without a husband, just that she'd been one half of a whole for such a long time that she only remembered single-New-Yorker-life as being wide eyed and eighteen years old.

M.J. unbuckled herself and turned her face to look at Blaize straight in the eye. "When things get back to normal," she said with a peppy and assured smile. M.J. was having to redefine what normal meant to her though... getting back there might take longer than she wanted, and longer than Blaize would think.

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sky rat: jaden & m.j. (closed)

"Good thing." he said as he squeezed her tight one last time and then set her down. When M.J. had left, Jaden had often thought about going up to visit her, hell he and Harley had planned a trip or two. But something always stopped him. Maybe he was just too hick or small town for the big city. Or maybe, if he was completely honest, a part of him was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to fit into her new, big, and improved life. But having her back, having her here in town with him again, and seeing her in all of her shifting glory, reassured Jaden that he could still be a part of her life. He just hoped it wasn’t for too short a time.

"Missed you too, birdie." he said, using his old nickname for her, as he reached forward and plucked a small twig from her hair. He looked her over again, as if making sure she was really there and then finally accepted it as reality. "So what’re you doing back in town?" he asked, loosely hanging his arm over her shoulder as he lead them down the path he had been walking on originally.

M.J. hadn't even noticed the twig in her hair. She shook her head around, her hair flying haphazardly about her face. A couple flowers and small green leaves fluttered to the forest floor. She'd seen better days... yet somehow M.J. had a hard time imagining them right now. Nothing in the world seemed more desirable than the crook between Jaden's arm and his chest. That was her true home.

"My mom," she said quickly, not to get the truth out of the way, but because M.J. honestly felt little trepidation where her mother was concerned. Certainly she should be a bit more shaken up to know that Audrey Monroe probably wouldn't see Christmas this year, but M.J. had stopped making her feel guilty about things long ago. Sometimes she was just a bit cold; there was nothing she could do about it. Faking a few tears and quivering a lip was her job on stage, not real life. "She's getting sick... I wouldn't have come back, but... Donovan and I split up. It seemed like New York wanted me to leave." She was quiet for a minute, looking at the fallen leaves on the pathway before them. "If I didn't come home this time, I don't think Oxford would ever have me back." Not that M.J. really wanted to be allowed back. Maybe being run out of town with pitchforks and torches was exactly what she needed; she just didn't know it.

#jaden #sky rat #BIRDIE

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No Dressing Up This Time || MJ & Blaize (closed)

"I am literally at your door," Blaize said into his phone as he stared at the Monroe’s door. "Yes, I know," he said leaning against the wall beside the door, "Call time was ten minutes ago, Blaize. This would never fly in New York.” HIs mimicking of her voice wasn’t perfect, but he felt the words were pretty dead on. “Can you just get your cute butt out here and lets go get some lunch? I’m a werewolf, remember? I’m hungry.”

He hung up the phone before she had time to respond to him. And he sat there for a long time until the door finally opened and MJ appeared through the door. “Well, hello there beautiful,” he said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pressing their customary kiss to her lips. They’d always had this strangely comfortable friendship. To anyone looking at them, it might have seemed strange. But she’d been part of his life for so long. It was like she was a part of him.

They did a lot of things that people would consider sexual - kissing each other in greeting, cuddling in bed to go to sleep - but they weren’t that way with each other. They were just that kind of friend. “You know,” he said as they trotted down the stairs, “As much fun as we always had in New York, and how much I’m sure you miss it, I’m kind of glad we aren’t there.” He walked over and opened the door of his truck for her, and once she was inside, he walked around and climbed into the driver’s seat. “Because, you don’t have any reason to make me dress up anymore. And, I won’t be photographed and titled as Maggie Monroe’s gay best friend.” He looked over at her with a playful grin, “That stuff really hurt my game, you know.”

He reached over and gripped her hand tightly, “I’m glad you got home safe, MJ. Even if you hate being here, I’m glad you’re here.”

#blaize #no dressing up this time #do you like me trying to be descriptive about fashion?#i wear black 100% of the time #and usually it's a sweater #i'm a fucking idiot #i dress like kelly #that's why i know exactly how to detail her clusteroutfits #this entire reply is ???? b/c i am supposed to be asleep #bye erin xoxo

M.J. was always on time... to school, to work, to call time. All her life she had been crazily monitoring her clock in preparation for her next ~big thing. Since moving back to Oxford, however, the slow moving pace of the town had gotten into her head and infected the part of her the screamed "New Yorker! New Yorker!" Every day M.J. worked progressively slower and slower until she was just meandering throughout the day, planning one meal at a time. She disgusted herself. Where was the hustle? The bustle? ...back in New York apparently with her heart and soul.

M.J. had spent a good 30 minutes trying on random outfits for her night out with Blaize 1). because she wanted to look good for him 2). because she wanted to look good period. She had decided upon a short maroon leather skirt matched with a black top embellished by golden vines running throughout. Donovan brought it home one night... she didn't remember why... she didn't care... she just knew she owned it now like she owned half of every high end department store.

M.J. bounced along like the queen of the damned south she was in toe with Blaizeyboo. She kissed him back on the on the cheek when she opened the door and rubbed his stomach lovingly. "I'm only half glad," she responded. "I'd much rather you come up with me, so I don't have to be here." M.J. sighed as she stepped into the passenger seat of Blaize's truck. The mere fact that she was inside of a pick up truck told the story of her demise as Mrs. Upper East Side.

She rubbed his fingers in her hand, and smiled at him for a long while. She really had missed Blaize and having him this much closer was a saving grace of her return to Mississippi. She nodded in reply. "It's not horrible." There was a sweetness to her voice.

Where Our Heart Is || M.J. & Tristan (closed)

"Well, good," he nodded, a small smile. He kept his gaze on her for a long moment before saying, "So, how do you feel about me picking you up around… eight? We could go to the bar, get something to eat, have a couple drinks?" He smiled, his eyes taking in her face and how it had changed, "Catch up on everything we’ve missed in each other’s lives."

He reached out and took hold of her fingers, giving them a squeeze as his eyes met hers. “However long you’re here, I’m glad you are,” he told her, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips, hoping she understood the meaning in his words. He then let his smile broaden as he released her hand, “So, I’ll see you at eight?”

#tristan #where our heart is

All M.J. could focus on that Tristan had missed in her life (as he'd said) was the fact that she'd already been married and divorced. She wondered how he'd react... not that Tristan was really in a place to judge her. But getting married at 19 was usual... even more unusual was marrying someone who was born three decades before her. M.J. sometimes thought back to the beginning of her relationship with Donovan and wondered what had struck her to continue seeing him. But... she was an entirely different person back then, someone she barely even recognized now.

M.J. nodded to Tristan with a smile. "Eight it is." She hugged him goodbye before making her way into her home where her mother was anxiously waiting for her food. The rest of the day went by slowly... as days in Oxford always had. There was no loud traffic or looming appointments. There was nothing to keep M.J. occupied. She had recently taken to her mother's puzzles to pass the time. Here she was, sitting on the floor with her dress fanned out around her, trying to find the right piece to fill in the hole of a waterfall portrait. That's when the doorbell rang. How was it 8:00 already? M.J. hadn't fluffed at all! She always needed to fluff! Sliding into a pair of shoes, she said a one worded goodbye to her mother abruptly and grabbed her bag from the table.

When he opened the door, she was huffing and puffing, but leaning against the frame like she was completely at ease. "There you are." Her hair was falling in strands all around her face. Apparently it had fallen out of place while she was puzzling.

sky rat: jaden & m.j. (closed)

Jaden laughed, shaking his head as canary!M.J. whirled around his head. He could definitely tell it was her by now. And the tension in his muscles that came with being so frustrated started to loosen up. Jaden had needed some good news, and M.J. returning definitely constituted as good news. M.J. had been a close friend. They were close on a lot of levels and had bonded over a lot over the years. Whether it was sharing inside jokes of all the times they had saved Harley from some disaster or another, or the time they spent together as a large wolf and pretty little, yellow canary, they had learned to enjoy each other’s company and had gotten comfortable spending time together in a way Jaden was with few others.

When M.J. had gone off to the big city, Jaden had agreed it was for the best. Selfishly, he had wanted her to stay, but Oxford was too small for this bird’s wingspan and Jaden couldn’t keep her cooped up. Instead, he let her fly free, not that it was really up to him or anything. But with the distance came struggles with communication. Sure, they skyped and called each other and texted a lot at the beginning, but as time passed, their lives grew apart and it became harder and harder to arrange their schedules around each other. Jaden didn’t blame Maggie Jean though, he knew a lot of it was his fault too. They had simply, unintentionally, found lives outside of each other.

So to know she was back, was a huge, but wonderful surprise. Jaden enjoyed simply walking with her, even in bird form, through the park. Every now and then, he’d start humming along to her song, as off key as he was, but he didn’t care. He was just enjoying the morning. When she flew off, he stopped and waited, sure she would return. When a slightly disheveled, human, Maggie Jean popped out of the bushes, Jaden’s grin grew and he swooped down on her, picking her up in a giant, Jaden-Keventry-famous, bear hug, twirling her around as he did so. “Maggie Jean Monroe, you really are home.” he said as he twirled her.