a modern religion

jesus touched you? "he touched me too". you laugh like the holy spirit. multi muse/multi verse rp blog for adamparrishwrites

[halite1x1]

He scoffed lightly. “I’m beautiful and deserved to be shown off to the world. You should be taking me everywhere.” he remarked teasingly, swinging his arm around her shoulders as he moved toward the car. He talked big, and he did mean some of it, but trying to get Ellie to roll her eyes and push him away was almost a game for him at this point. 

“While Laura Prepon is… yeah, ten out of ten, really… There isn’t much that I rank higher than sex.” he responded with a shrug before kissing the side of her head and chuckling. “But we can do whatever you want to do. You know I’m flexible.” He punctuated the statement with a wink, ruining the sentiment entirely.

He shivered under her touch, swatting her hands away from his body and stepping away from her immediately. “That’s it! No cuddling for you anymore. Never again. You can’t be trusted.”

[peyton1x1s-blog]

Ellie’s brows raised up and she shook her head. “I’m just going to smile and nod because I’m your best friend and shouldn’t comment any further. Yup. You are so gorgeous and great. Sure. Okay.” Her eyes lit up playfully, the corner of her lips pulling up into a smirk. Even on her roughest nights, Tim knew exactly what to say to make her feel better. Despite her cold retorts to his comments, she couldn’t be happier to be around him. 

“More like twelve out of ten. Honestly Tim.” She pursed her lips. “So between sex and working out, which comes first? I’ve always wanted to know.” Of course Ellie gives him crap for being a gym rat. She nudges him lightly and waits for him to unlock the car. “The moment we get to my place, five dollars in the douchebag jar.” Her eyes rolled back.

She barks a laugh, rubbing her hands together after he jumps back. “Who are you going to find to replace me? I’m the best big spoon you’ve ever had. You need me, Holt.” 

[wisteria1x1]

Dear God, this had to be the most embarrassing thing ever. Scratch that–– second most embarrassing thing. “Y-Yeah, that’s me! It’s not my birth name, in case you were wondering, but please call me Fawn!” Her cheeks swelled with color, but at least behind the lanky strands of hair that obscured her face she could hide them before Harlow saw. Way to be smooth, Labelle. “You make a really wonderful Belle, you know.” 

[peyton1x1s-blog]

Harlow was nothing but flattered and gave the girl a gentle smile to show she didn’t bite. “Oh, well it’s lovely nonetheless. Very cute.” She pulls off her elaborate wig with the cap and shook her head, her natural chestnut locks cascading down her shoulders. “Thank you so much!” Harlow gushed. “She was my favorite growing up. How cheesy is that?” She laughed lightly. “I’m sure you’re a terrific Goofy if I knew it was you whenever I saw one.”

[lunagarcias]

Luna threw a glance in the other girl’s direction, the hint of a smirk growing on her lips as she noticed how irritated and jumpy she seemed to be. “This is the right room, babe, trust me.” She offered her a tight-lipped smile, stepping past her and towards the closet with an arm full of clothes to pack them away.

Turning back around she shrugged dismissively. “I was told your roommate left earlier today and this bed was assigned to me, so you’ll have to deal with getting a new roommate without requesting one. People choose to drop out all of the time. Sorry to disappoint.”

She began shuffling through the old resident’s belongings that were still lying unused on and near the bed, looking through what might be worth keeping and what she would sort into a plastic bag to bring to the lost and found as soon as she was done. “If you want any of these things I’d suggest you take them quickly.” She couldn’t know if any of this had sentimental worth to the other woman, so she thought it was a nice gesture from herself to give her the opportunity.

[peyton1x1s-blog]

“I’m not your ‘babe’.” Avery huffs, crossing her arms over her chest at the other girl’s expression. Her mind was already full of questions to whereabouts of her previous roommate and that was stressful enough. She didn’t need some beautiful girl sauntering into the room and accepting it like nothing happened. Avery’s brows knit together and her frowns deepens she watches the other.

She elects to hear her side of the story. It wasn’t like the new girl had anything to do with the school’s awful way of keeping track of students. “No it’s just-- listen I’m sure your nice but this room isn’t free. My roommate didn’t drop out. She went missing and the school is trying to cover it up for some reason. You’re going to have to get a new room when she’s found.” Which would hopefully be very, very soon.

Any chance she might have given the stranger was now gone while she went through Quinn’s things. “Stop that! That’s not yours.” Avery begins to take all the clothes the girl had not managed to grab yet. “Why would someone who dropped out leave all of their things here? Huh? She’s coming back.” Perhaps that was more Avery’s feeble attempt to comfort herself. Everyone else may be able to act like nothing was wrong, but she couldn’t. If nobody was going to look for Quinn then she’d do it herself.

[lunagarcias]

Securely walking down the long hallways of the academy with a hint of a smile on her dark red painted lips, Luna couldn’t have imagined hating this place more than she did. Every time she came here she only ever met chaos and grew to hate her mother and what she herself had become a bit more. Soon enough the clicking of her boots against the floor came to a halt as she found the room number she was given and slender finders wrapped around the door knob, before she once more picked up her pace and entered the room at the same speed she had. Not even taking a glance left or right to see who her new roommate was or how she lived, the brunette headed directly towards the bed she was assigned to, throwing the large duffle bag she had over her shoulder right onto it with a soft thump and beginning to unpack her belongings.

[peyton1x1s-blog]

"My roommate is missing! A student that goes to this school is missing! There is no way she would have left a note covered in some-- hello? Hello?”

Avery stares down at her phone as the administrations office had hung up on her for giving them a missing persons report. She throws the device onto her bed and cards a hand through her hair. This could not be happening. She’d only been attending the university for three weeks and her best friend had mysteriously disappeared after a wild party thrown by some fraternity. Avery herself was guilty of having a little too much to drink, but she didn’t think she’d have to be Quinn’s babysitter. If she had known she would have never let the girl out of her sight. Was anybody looking for her? Should she call the police? Avery doesn’t even notice that she was pacing up and down the dorm room until the door opened.

“Excuse me?” The other girl did not seem to pay any attention to Avery’s presence, which left her more agitated and irritated than before.

“I think you have the wrong room, that bed belongs to another girl and I definitely did not put in a request for a new roommate.”

[halite1x1]

“I don’t know if prison is actually like a Netflix show. You shouldn’t really bank on that. Also from the few episodes you’ve made me watch, it doesn’t look safe at all.” he responded, shaking his head but chuckling all the same. “Capes help to make you aerodynamic! They’re a necessity!”

“Oh, you definitely pull off hard to get. I would know. I’ve been trying for years.” Sometimes, slipping in little compliments just to see if he could trip her up or get her to blush was one of Timothy’s favorite past times. “This is me, coming on to you.” he confirmed, cocking one eyebrow suggestively. At her words, he laughed and nodded his head. “Five minutes, sans shirt. Aye, aye captain.” he replied, saluting her before going off to do as he was told. 

True to his word, he was out front in four minutes, shirtless with only his jeans and an open hoodie pulled on. 

[peyton1x1s-blog]

"You are literally the most embarrassing person in the world to be seen with. I can’t take you anywhere.”

Ellie stares at Tim, although not surprised that he followed through with her silly request. It was no mystery that he enjoyed to show off and she unfortunately saw that more than just the nights he performed. She had plenty of shirtless gym selfies on her phone to prove it too. Some that she was the victim of having to take.

“And to continue our conversation from before, I think we need to binge watch the rest of it so I can prove you wrong. We can talk about how hot Laura Prepon is and to me that sounds like a better bonding experience than sex.” Ellie joked. “I also thought about what you said before too and yeah, I am hard to get. It isn’t my fault people play hard to want.” She laughed at her own comment, zipping up her jacket.

“Tell me real quick,” walking up to him, she places a hand on his chest. “Are my hands cold?” They most definitely were, hence why she did it.

[halite1x1]

“Can’t have you getting locked away on me, now can I?” he remarked with a shrug. “I’m really saving you. Hero indeed. Someone get me a cap and some tights.” 

“Oh, that’s two references to us having sex in less than five minutes. If I didn’t know any better miss Eleanor, I’d say you were coming onto me.” He laughed aloud at her change of heart, confident enough to only be a little bothered by the implications that she could sleep with someone else. “Please, El… You and I both know that you can’t get better around these parts. You also wouldn’t want to, when I’m almost always ready and willing.”

[peyton1x1s-blog]

"Personally, I picture myself doing very well in prison. It’s just like Orange is the New Black after all. Sex and chickens is my kind of place.” Eleanor grinned. “No capes! The tights I can live with.”

She waved her hand dismissively to him. “We both know if I was coming onto you I would be so much more forward about it, Timmy. I prefer playing hard to get.” Tim was easily Ellie’s first choice in just about anything. The male had never once let her down. He was good. He was someone who would stick around. “Have you looked at the girls I work with? In my eyes, I’m all set. Almost always? Now who’s coming onto who?” She rubbed her chin before eyes flashing to the time on her phone. “I have to get going. Meet me in the front in five after you put on some clothes. Or don’t put on clothes. I don’t know why you bother.”

[halite1x1]

“For you, I would.” he responded, his voice teasing, even if it wasn’t entirely far off base. He teased and they joked, but he would do anything to take care of Ellie. It seemed intense, but sometimes she was the only person that kept him sane. 

He scoffed at the comparison. “There is nothing wrong with my hips and you know it. You love my hips.” he insisted, tugging on a lock of her hair before leaning against her vanity, right in her line of sight. Her question made him smirk, but he still paused, humming thoughtfully as if in thought. “I don’t know… I’m surprised you’d sink so low as to sleep with me, a mere wannabe who doesn’t even look like Channing Tatum.”

[peyton1x1s-blog]

"My hero.” She places her hand on her chest and bats her eyelashes, feigning her awe. “It’s better than the alternative of me killing them all, I suppose.” It felt strange, to have someone so ready to take care of her. Not that she would allow him to.

Her brows raise up quizzically to his response. “Only when they’re rubbing against mine. Which, they have yet to.” Ellie flicks his hand and leans back in her chair, gazing up to Tim. She purses her lips and nods in agreement. “You’re right. I think I’m going to go for one of the other guys who performed tonight. If only you hadn’t pointed it out, you might have had a chance.”

[halite1x1]

“Hey, I’ve told you. I’ll beat anyone up, any time you want.” he retorted immediately, shrugging his shoulders. “I’m not past it. Mentally I’m still seventeen years old and ready to punch someone at almost all times.” He smirked, mussing her hair gently and kissing her cheek. “Just point and shoot, kiddo.” 

Timothy’s jaw dropped at her words as he pulled back to look at her, a properly offended look on his face. “Okay? I’m amazing. I’m the best male performer we have. You’re just jealous.” he teased in return, waving a fanned out stack of ones toward her. He never made nearly as much as she could, but it was fun to toy with her regardless. “You can get a private dance any time you want, doll face.” he retorted with a wink, going to change into real clothes.

[peyton1x1s-blog]

“If I asked you to beat up the list of people I have you would be beating people up until you die.“ She shook her head at him and quirked a brow. “Never say ‘I’m still 17′ out loud ever again. I appreciate the sentiment, really.” Ellie made a face and bumped her nose with his and withdrew, looking back to the vanity mirror.

Her grin grew at his reaction as she saw his face in the reflection. She shrugged nonchalantly and examined her nails. “Whatever you say, wannabe Magic Mike. Do you know how disappointing it is because you don’t look like Channing Tatum? Mhmm, so jealous of how your whole body moves when you’re supposed to shake your hips.” Ellie’s eyes flashed over to the cash and she stared, expression blank for a moment. “How about you try to impress me at my place after you change?” It shouldn’t be an issue. A neighbor had offered to watch Dean for the night. Despite the fact she called Tim her best friend, she wanted to tell him when she was ready.

[tifftries1x1]

Melissa had to stop short. The moment she heard that tone- the one Kim so rarely used even with her -it was serious. And serious…could mean a number of things. Everything was fine, wasn’t it? A nervous bubble began to stir in the pit of her stomach, the kind she only ever got before a big game. A dread she didn’t think she’d have to worry about so soon.

She sat back with a soft “okay.” The playful tone was gone, replaced with confusion. The blond looked between her girlfriend and their interlocked hands, the impulse to comfortingly rub her thumbs against Kim’s still present. She had done this before a big game too, a ritual that both of them needed when they had to be strong. Only Melissa couldn’t understand why she felt the need to brace herself in the first place.

“What’s up?” She looked into Kim’s face. Whatever it was she was going to stand strong. That’s what Kim needed right now.

[peyton1x1s-blog]

Kimberly had felt more tense at that moment than she had at any game, so when Melissa’s soft fingers rubbed against hers she took in a sharp breath and exhaled shakily. She was supposed to be the rock in the relationship. While Mel had her heart on her sleeve, Kimberly remained cool and distant. She didn’t think she’d ever have to look so nervous in front of the other and rather be the one doing the comforting. She didn’t think she’d ever possibly hurt Melissa.

“First of all, you can’t tell anyone I’m tearing up. Half the team is still convinced I have never cried once in my life.” Of course she didn’t care about a ridiculous reputation with high school over. It was just who she is. “And you need to promise me you’ll be strong about this. You’ve always been so strong Mel and I have always loved that about you.”

She wets her bottom lip and is aware she can’t drag on for the rest of the night. Not with the limited time they now had together. “I’m going to start training soon.” Kim explains. “Then I’m going to be stationed in Afghanistan right after. I was already told.” There it was.

[halite1x1]

Most nights at the club, Timothy found it easy to ignore the patrons. He was a male bartender at a female strip club, so it wasn’t as if they were paying any mind to him either, as most of them were only interested in women. However, one night a month was ladies night, and on those nights, Timothy truly hated his job.

Slightly flushed and scowling, he made his way into the back of the club where the dancers were getting ready to go on stage. “You know, if one more woman rips the buttons off my work shirt on these nights, I’m telling Robert that I’m wearing regular t-shirts. These things are expensive. And I feel seriously objectified.”

[peyton1x1s-blog]

Meanwhile working at the club had made Eleanor realize how much she loved Mondays. Her and the girls always had a good laugh watching the few male workers go up on stage. Every week they’d beg their boss to join, however it unfortunately has not happened yet. You get used to the stares and creeps and gross old men. Though this wasn’t ideally what she had in mind when she wanted to dance professionally, it got food on the table.

"You’re such a dweeb.” She turns her head the moment she hears his voice, placing the lipstick down and barks a laugh. “And have them rip it off you instead? That’s the best part. It’s almost as great as when your butt is touched. And there’s a no touching rule. So into that.” The sarcasm in her voice is evident and then it turns a little more playful. “Honestly, I don’t really get their enthusiasm. You were okay I guess.” Ellie stretches her foot out to poke his calf. “Would asking for a private lap dance be too much?”

[peyton1x1s-blog]

Sawyer wasn’t asleep, most of the time he’d started to doubt he was even capable of that particular phenomenon, but he wasn’t sure he’d classify his current state as awake either. He’d been midway through his history reading when he’d decided to take a break, lay down for a second on the page, and he hadn’t found the energy to get back up again.

With his roommate out at some frat party, a sharp knock on the door broke his trance and caused some alertness to return to his body. Pulling on a ratty t-shirt and wiping the drool off his face, Sawyer trudges slowly towards the door and swings it open.

“Hello?”

[zainbakari]

He’s on his fourth drink. Well, sixth, maybe. It doesn’t matter, either way, the effect is the same: a slower, stumbling, angrier Ares. Or - Zain, rather. It’s the name he’s going by in New York City for the time being - he’ll escape in another few months to a random destination on a map. He’ll be back, though, in a year or two, with a brand new name and the same bloody knuckles. He likes New York. It’s the easiest place to disappear he’s found so far, and that’s all he really wants. And a cigarette. Maybe a cheap drink. Still, his list of wants remains short. Concise. (She’s clinging to the top of this list, has been for hundreds of long years, but she is easier to not think about.)

Ares doesn’t like thinking about any of it. It’s difficult, harder than he has the emotional capacity for. The fucked-up-ness of the whole thing doesn’t miss him, but hits him right in the chest, only just missing his heart. She’s there always, bubbling up inside of him, but there’s no release, no amount of punching (inflicted on others or himself) takes care of the problem. It’s the only solution he’s got, though - he misses her, misses her desperately, like a rib or his lungs or his heart. He wants to see her, even if only a fleeting glance, but maybe he wouldn’t even recognize her now. He wonders what her face looks like now, if she keeps her hair short or long, if she’s sprinkled her skin with tattoos again. What does she believe her name is now? Is she in Paris? Rome? He thinks he’d agree to just a fleeting glance, but it’s a lie. He’d chase her to the ends of the earth. It’s been sixty years since he’s seen the only person he’s ever loved - not counting the one time he almost got to her. It takes it’s toll.

Fuck. He’s made a mistake by allowing himself to think of her in any way but fleetingly. He’s is angrier now, flexes his still-healing hand, knuckles cracking, eyes scanning the dingy, shitty bar. He wants to fight someone, but the only guys in here have a half-foot and/or sixty pounds on him on him. Maybe he’s okay with getting the shit beat out of him. It’d be something, at least, some kind of pain to distract him from the woman eating him up, inside-out. She’d always had the best of him, and now he’s left with the worst. He sips at the heavy rum-and-coke, and realizes he’s fucking itching for a fight. He needs it, even if he ends up stumbling home beaten to a pulp. Ares looks for opportunities, biding his time until he can forget, if only for a few hours.

[peyton1x1s-blog]

The music pulsed through her entire body as she swayed her hips, not missing a single beat. Every moment up on the stage was utterly electrifying, god like, celestial. For a brief amount of time Serena could forget she was showing too much skin for comfort. She was able to escape the drunken male gazes that fell upon her, mentally undressing her slender body and doing things to her only a cold shower could fix. When she bent over and the audience cheered, she relished in the approval. Her manicured nails plucked the Jeffersons and Franklins from desperate hands yearning for a single touch. She felt like more than just a pretty thing. She was adored. She was wanted. That’s what it meant to be beautiful. Wasn’t it?

She throws on her dress and coat in the changing room and heads over to the bar before calling it a night. She never was the dancer to get doped up after a show, but some liquid courage was needed for walking the streets of New York alone on a Friday night. Serena preferred to slip away into the darkness and arrive home safely without having to deal with some pig that couldn’t keep it in his pants. There’s a dark figure by the bar she doesn’t acknowledge at first, although a strange feeling settles at the pit of her stomach. 

After ordering herself a drink, an unwelcome presence looms over her. An arm snakes around her waist and she withdraws instantly.

“Hey baby.”

“Fuck off.” 

Serena scowled as he laughed at her response to him and clearly not taking her seriously, which only infuriated her further. His meaty hand rests on her lower back and slides down slowly... She pushes him away. Despite standing at 5′3, her stocky attitude made her appear taller. The man persists, however, but like Hell she’d give him another chance to touch her. She was better than that. Serena sits herself down beside the other that had been clouding her thoughts all of a sudden. She doesn’t have time to react as her wrist is grabbed tightly and she winces, trying to break free. 

“Take a hint: I’m not interested.”

[tifftries1x1]

Melissa didn’t think it could get any better than this. School was almost over, practice was going smoothly, and she was spending time with her girlfriend- her girlfriend! she still couldn’t believe it -in her room. Kim’s fingers threading through her hair making everything about this moment pure bliss. 

So she couldn’t understand why Kim was trying to talk. Why was she doing that? Clearly there were more pressing matters at hand than talking. Extremely pressing matters. Lip pressing matters.  

The blond hummed against Kim’s lips, seeking them out when Kim pulled back to speak. “Can’t it wait?” She murmured between pecks, “kinda busy here.” If it was a few months ago she knew she’d get a slap at the back of her head for it.

[peyton1x1s-blog]

The future looked bright for the team, though separating, they would always be a family. Despite Kim’s ruthlessness as team captain, they loved her and she loved them. Many had told her news of scholarships and she couldn’t be more proud. She’d been offered a few herself, yet she turned each of them down with no regrets. If she was going to follow through with this she would not be distracted by other opportunities. Of course, that didn’t even cut loose half of her worries.

"Melissa.” Kim persisted. Her tone became more serious as she withdrew from the blonde. She pulls her hands away and takes Melissa’s into her own. “Please.” Her voice was both pleading and impatient. “It’s important.”

[halite1x1]

If anyone asked, Griffin Marks could sleep through anything. A car could crash into his room, and he still wouldn’t wake until someone physically shook him. That was, unless, he shared a bed for a night. all their lives, having Noah beside him at sleepovers and then “adult sleepovers” had left Griffin restless in the night. He slept intermittently, but he was always aware of the body beside his own. 

The alarm cut through the half-haze of sleep that he was in, making him groan and open his eyes, glancing over at Noah now. “I refuse. I don’t need to go to class.”

[peyton1x1s-blog]

Sleeping beside Griffin were the easier nights for him. Noah would seldom have a peaceful slumber when he was alone. Without the other there meant endless hours of restlessness and anxiety. A knot formed in the bottom of his stomach at the mere thought. It was truly a blessing to know he wouldn’t have to worry about it for the rest of the school year. When a kiss in the dark led to something more intimate, he accepted it.

Noah grabbed his phone off of the night stand and turned the alarm off. “Sorry about that.” He muttered, still half asleep. “I mean, I guess I can miss bio.” He rested his head on his best friend’s shoulder. 

[halite1x1]

The lights flashed around the room and the song vibrated through Declan’s body as he stood with his back against the bar, listening idly to Gavin chatting up some girl beneath the techno beat. Dance music had never been his favorite, but he was feeling more relaxed than usual and mildly entertained for the moment as his boss flirted. Maybe it was just familiarity; he liked routine, and following Gavin around to do God-knows-what at all hours of the night had been a pattern in his life since childhood. 

A thump to his shoulder broke him from his thoughts and he looked up to find the man in question in his face, gesturing toward the front door. His eyes followed naturally, landing on a brunette standing in the doorway. He recognized her face immediately. There weren’t many people Gavin hated, and though this girl had done nothing to him, her father was another matter entirely. 

Then came the orders he never expected. As he made his way across the room four minutes later, his argument dying on his lips as the words coming out of his best friend and employer’s mouth became deadly serious, he wondered exactly how he was going to charm this total stranger.

“Excuse me, this is probably incredibly forward, but can I buy you a drink?”

[peyton1x1s-blog]

Ginevra grew to be quite satisfied with the niche she’d created for herself in the city’s night life. She could escape, be somebody else besides the sheltered daughter of a notorious gang leader. Most didn’t recognize her on sight and she preferred to keep it that way. She could slip in and out, be someone else, someone who didn’t have to look over her shoulder every minute. It was so freeing. All grown up now, Ginevra was determined to be her own person, create her own story.·

Part of said story creating did involve treating herself to a long evening out. Adrenaline washed over her like a title wave as she showed the bouncer her idea and hopped into the club. The stench of sweat and ecstasy hit the girl instantly. The loud, pumping music has her already starting to swing her hips from side to side slightly. The flashing lights gave the large room a sense of allure and she was more than ready to be pulled in.

She notices the man by the bar right away as it was the first thing her mind zeroed in on. A bit of liquid courage was much needed before going out onto the dance floor. To her surprise, he approached her. Ginevra quirks a brow and subtly eyes him and down. She smiles.

“I like guys who get right to the point. Only if you let me take you over there for a dance after.”

[peyton1x1s-blog]

Sunlight cut through the window of the dorm and Noah’s eyes fluttered open. Truthfully he’d never been a morning person, though, the sight of Griffin laying beside him began to turn him into one. He watches the other’s chest rise up and down. For a moment everything was perfect-- beep, beep, beep. His phone alarm goes off for class.·

“Mm. Nope.” He turns over.

[halite1x1]

Levi smiled, holding out the phone toward Adrien; he knew everything about him already, of course. He was always prepared. “Because I’d like to call you sometime. Maybe even buy you dinner, if you’d like.”

[peyton1x1s-blog]

Christ. He thought, quickly followed by his father’s voice ‘Don’t use the Lord’s name in vain’. Adrien pressed his lips into a thin line. “I think you have the wrong idea about me. I'm not a... Homosexual. I should warn you it's not good to be one around here.”