dilapidated.

[parkerschultz]

ollietavish!!

Oliver had been leaving the station after an assessment, he hadn’t been doing his best, and because he was still relatively new here, he was very much on a short leash. He wasn’t proud of how he’d been doing lately, and it seemed like his higher ups weren’t all that pleased either. After he rounded the corner he let out a load groan and leaned against his car, mentally beating himself up.

parker decided, with much debate of the last years, that he would thank the men who saved his life. for a while, he hated any sort of police officer because they’d taken him away from his life. he despised the firefighters who yanked him out of the fire far more, but the police at least took him from his abusive as shit mother. he rounded the corner, and looked across the street before proceeding to cross. “hey, dude.” he approached ollie with keen slouchingness. “you doin’ alright? your car isn’t broken down, is it?” and then he realized his shirt and rose his brows, one falling shorter than the other from his scarred appearance. “hey, do you happen to know anything about the schultz family? particularly a kid named parker?”

[parkerschultz]

clarissablanche!!

Clarissa scrunched her eyebrows in confusion “do you really think I wouldn’t notice a hot wing under my ass?” she stood up to reveal nothing there “and sweetheart, I don’t give a shit if your gay, good for you, if you haven’t noticed we cater to all kinds of people here” she took a sip of her drink before turning back to the boy “are you even old enough to be in here?”.

his face fell and he looked half annoyed and half like he really couldn’t give a shit. “cute. using your age to dismount someone off their high horse. well played.” he shuffled through his pocket for a second, pulling out a drivers license then and slamming it on the bartop in front of her. “read and weep, sis.”

[parkerschultz]

laurencollier!!

“I’m sorry and I’ll explain in just a minute” the blonde spoke before lunging in for the kiss.

“what? no, fu-” she slammed her mouth into his before he could even protest. he didn’t shut his eyes, just looked down at her face with sheer disgust. the homosexual agenda was alive and well. when she pulled away, like a child he smack his hand to his lips and wiped the kiss off. “what the fuck.”

[parkerschultz]

clarissablanche!!

Putting up with people who were a bit too handsy was just a hazard of her job, unfortunately. Clarissa was just trying to order herself a drink when she felt a hand go around her waist, she spun around to face the creep who had felt the need to touch her. “Do that again without slapping a fifty in front of me again and i’ll personally make sure you never enter here again, got it?” she snapped.

he rose a brow and then was that a hint of a smile? sure was. “i’m as gay as they fucking come, blondie. i don’t want you nor anyone with your---” parker’s eyes fluttered down to the edge of her legs and then upwards. “---assets. i was trying to tell you you were sitting on a hot wing.” his face fell to stoicism quickly and then he added, “surprised you didn’t feel it. probably too busy wondering why a homosexual man is touching you.”

[bottleboizepp]

Parker Schultz & Cherry Schultz

Requested by @cherylcherry

[parkerschultz]

thrashcrs!!

     “yeah, yeah. no homo.” he agreed quickly, his smile faltering. he looked back up at parker, continuing to stare even after realizing the older wasn’t looking at him. he dreaded the idea of cherry coming back, even though he did like her. she was a good friend, with a big heart and sweet smile, but it always got awkward with her there. she seemed to like him a lot, and it made him feel gross for not liking her back. like there was something seriously wrong with him. being around her for too long made him feel sick with himself. “your place? ehm…” he trailed off, bringing his gaze back up to parker. he should decline. but parker was going to be there. “i’d really like that. for the brownies, you know.”

“sure.” parker eyeballed him for a second and then turned on his heel to inevitable come face to face with cherry. she stood there bright as a summer day and smiled like she was the sun. “hey, sis. miles said yeah about the whole coming over shingdig so let’s get the fuck out of here.” he said before she had the chance to announce even that of her presence.

at the apartment, parker shuffled through the door like the giant he was and his small as a pea sister followed behind, accompanied by miles. she’d been talking to him about some things she was dealing with at work, and while miles seemed attentive in listening, parker and his gaze would meet for a split second and then all track of what she’d say was gone. what was the attraction parker had for miles? he wasn’t sure but he was positive it bordered the line of a crush. and that, without a doubt, was a problem. “sit where ever.” he invited as he walked into the kitchen,

[parkerschultz]

incorrect The Love Club quotes, featuring @thrashcrs & @cherylcherry!!

[parkerschultz]

thrashcrs!!

     “yeah, don’t mention it.” he smiled widely up at parker, his gaze lingering before he turned away. he didn’t know what it was, but he always felt… good around the other. like there was some type of connection. he was certain he could be imagining things, but sometimes it felt like parker felt it too. “sorry about the funnel cake, though. i’ll pay you back or something.” once he finished paying his rent and all that jazz. miles continued to avoid looking at his friend, before it felt like it was bubbling up inside of him, and he had to say something before he exploded. his cheeks turned a shade of red, for once, his cool facade seemed to crumble under the weight of insecurity. “you know what, though? your scars are awesome. i’m not just sayin’ that either, bro. you’re fucking beautiful. like, if you were a girl, i would… i don’t know. you look like a warrior, man. you’re beautiful.”

parker rose a brow, suspicion crowding over his features. beautiful? who the fuck uses beautiful when speaking of a man? better yet, what straight man uses beautiful when speaking about a man? his mind was swirling with confusion. he somehow caught on that miles was gay in that moment, but didn’t chose then to say he knew. instead, he laughed. “no homo, right though?” he turned for a second, eyeing the crowd in hopes of finding that gorgeous readheaded sister of his. he didn’t though, but it did make him think up what she’d asked parker to do for her. he turned to miles. “so, cherry didn’t get a chance to ask yet, but she wanted to know if you’d like to come chill at our place? she doesn’t smoke weed too often, if at all man, but she’s a good time and i’ll have some brownies there. if you catch my drift.”

[thedisassociation]

greatest weakness:

any group of flawed but lovable misfits who make a family with each other

[parkerschultz]

closed starter for @fck-winnieyo!!

parker emerged from his bedroom, hair in a ragged mess and eyes drooping from lack of sleep. he’d been tossing and turning all night long, wondering about miles, thinking about miles, fantasizing about miles. it didn’t help that he’d jerk off three times to the thought of even kissing him that when the clock hit three a.m he dreaded the morning that would come when he had to attend work the next day. he cleared his throat and walked towards the kitchen, idly peering over his shoulder at winnie. “morning.” he said in the most disgruntled  and unamused voice he could muster. 

he reached for the egg carton, then the milk. “have you eaten?” he inquired of her over his shoulder. he didn’t much hear her answer, nor did he really care as he was going to make eggs for two anyways. he was used to it, having lived with cherry a good portion of his life. though by now, she was locked away in her room writing and he knew better than to disturb her. when he was finished, he plated the dish and walked over, handing over her portion. “i need to talk to you about something.” or rather, someone.

[parkerschultz]

itsxandreasc!!

Andreas: had the night off so i got suuuuuper trashed

parker: wow. good decision making there, man.

[parkerschultz]

thrashcrs!!

     miles seemed to get that his joke didn’t quite land, shaking his head in disappointment. “yeah, you’re right. he’s much more handsome than me.” he pat the elephant’s trunk before taking the funnel cake from parker, using the fork to break off a tiny piece. he was debating if the elephant would eat it, only to start laughing when parker got in trouble. “geez dude, don’t be such a criminal.” he chided, getting ready to start walking away. his attention span wasn’t very long, and with so much other activity happening at the fair, damned if he was going to spend the night looking at an elephant. when he caught wind of the right was saying though, his body did a full one eighty, and he stepped in front of parker like a body guard. his eyes flashed with anger, knowing that the other was insecure about his scars. they never spoke about it, but cherry had told him before. he didn’t understand why, he personally thought they looked awesome. “yeah?” his accent came out thicker than normal, his voice loud. he was nearly bouncing with rage, unable to control his motions. “well, you have a face only a mother could love, buddy. it looks like your genes went through the garbage disposal one too many times. so fuck off.” he tilted his head towards parker before deciding fuck it, smearing the funnel cake onto the rider’s chest. he nudged his friend after, starting to walk. “come on. i want to go see the acrobats.”

normally, parker never had a problem throwing people down for their harsh words, but with audacity, he was in sheer bewilderment. he sat there with his jaw ajar and his mouth turning gradually dry. then he heard miles, whose responses were usually dorkish and immature, but this time was far different. he was quick witted and threw the man off his rocker with such a reply such as the one he gave. he turned then, and parker’s heart fluttered with great affection. he turned to follow and stopped him in his tracks. “hey.” he began. “thanks, man.”

[parkerschultz]

7dcvils!!

the girl was on a much needed SMOKE BREAK outside the club when she realized her bedazzled lighter was out. she stomped her high heeled foot as she tried a few more times to get the SPARKING lighter to catch , but she was unsuccessful. she heaved a sigh , eyes sweeping around the area and she stepped forward to the nearest person , pulling her small jacket closer around her SCANTILY clad body , “ hey , you ! ya’ got a light i could borrow maybe ? “ she asked with a flash of her pearly whites , “ please even ? pretty please with CHERRIES ON TOP ?? “

parker stood outside, dragging the last bit of smoke into his lungs and out his nostrils. when he was younger, he thought it was always the cool kids who smoked like such and so when he picked up the habit at fourteen, he stuck with smoking like so ever since. he heard a petite, almost angelic voice slither into his ear. if he were bi, or straight even, she’d have his heart in a second. “that always work for you? the charm?” he inquired of her while taking out a pair of matches and tossing them over. 

[spaacemusings]

                             memories do not always soften with time                                      some grow edges like knives

[parkerschultz]

itsxandreasc!!

Andreas: i mean

Andreas: I think I’m okay but I also might be dead

Parker: relatable. and also vaguely sad.

Parker: wut happened this time?

[parkerschultz]

thrashcrs!!

     going to the fair with parker wasn’t the brightest idea he ever had. not because he didn’t like parker or anything, they got along fine, but he was never sure what to say to him. he always felt like he was going to say the wrong thing, totally ruining any chance he had at friendship.

     friendship. the word was laughable. they only hung out with cherry, and because of cherry. he doubted parker saw him as anything other than cherry’s friend. when cherry left them alone, he felt like he was choking on his dread. they talked fine when she was there, but without her, he was worried about the conversation being awkward.

     he watched her retreating back until she was lost in the crowd, but kept his eyes where she had last been seen. looking at parker was intense, he often felt like the older’s gaze went right through him.

     he looked like a hero to miles. a valiant knight, maybe. someone who would rescue a princess from a dragon and whisk her off to the sunset. and he hated it. he wished he didn’t think so highly of parker, or occasionally dream of him.

     he snapped out of thought when it was too late, parker no longer at his side. he looked around for him, only able to spot him after hearing his voice. “holy shit.” he mumbled, noticing the elephant. He walked up to his friend to stand beside him yet again. he paused before he stuck out a hand to pet the elephant, looking up at parker for approval. “it looks like me.”

his brows furrowed, as much as they possibly could given his scarred condition, and glanced at miles. “he looks like you?” he inquired of him, confused and befuddled as all shit. “how?” and then he realized that maybe miles was trying to be funny, to which parker laughed stoically and with little effort. in other words, a that-wasn’t-funny-at-all kind of laugh. 

he pushed to the other side of miles, and pressed his whole body against the elephant. “don’t do that.” said the rider, and parker immediately released. but as if just now noticing him, the rider leaned in close, jumped off the elephant and made his way over to parker and miles, but more so parker. he held out his hand, which parker hesitantly took as he looked as miles with confusion. confusion that, too, seemed to be written on miles’ face, understandably. 

“how do you do?” he asked. “peachy fucking keen.” he said in a deadpan of a voice. “you know, we have a circus just north of here. you’d be a great attraction with all that...” he motioned to the side of his face that parker had scars. “excuse me?” he asked, bemused. “yeah. with all that pretty and not-so-pretty face of yours, you’re bound to attract tons. you could really make a livin’, kid!”

[parkerschultz]

nirvanawhitt!!

Nirvana walked up the counter to talk to the patron, she had a really long day and was done taking everyone’s shit. “Listen buddy, I’ve herd every story in the book. My brother slept with my wife, my boyfriend left me for my best friend, yadda yadda yadda. There is no sad story that is going to get you a free drink. So you can either order your drink and pay or just leave now. What’s it gonna be?”

“half my face was literally melted off and you think that’s not bad enough?” he inquired, moving his chest forward to gather more of a opinion of her, based solely on the cover rather than the contents in said book. “whatever, red. just give me a bourbon.”