vivienne had thought it been a good idea to take tusca out for once, seeing how it’d always been the other way around. mood was good, in fact they’d been having a really nice laid back day – that was until his family had gotten involved. vee knows her place, sure as hell knows that she wouldn’t like tuck digging into her family issues. so, he doesn’t tell and she doesn’t ask. vee actually prefers it that way. though, she knows things get heated once neck vein takes place at male’s skin. thankfully, they’d be close to her place of work, girl ducts into froyo shop. giving male a few minutes to himself and grabs the couple some free yogurt, who doesn’t get cheered up by froyo ? to her luck, blonde pops out of door, holding two cups and bumps into male. froyo, phone and STOMACH dropping almost completely. petite vixen leans down, grabbing phone and spinning it over to shattered screen. ❛ . . . shit. ———-. . . sorry, tuck. ❜ face falls as she offers it over to tusca.
it had been a good idea. tusca had been enjoying his time with vee ( not that he ever didn’t ) ----------- and it wound him up MORE to think of how easily that happiness was destroyed by the sight of his own last name flashing across his caller ID. he moved continents for fuck’s sake ! so why was he still caught up in the KERRISK web of dior bullshit ? he stares down at the broken glass, taking the devil’s device from pale hands and tossing it into the bin behind him. ❛ i was over that conversation anyway. ❜ and he’s not lying ----- a few more minutes of arguing with tobah and he would have had to find a nearby cliff ( and jump off of it ! ) so IN A WAY he was kind of thankful that vee had so violently ended his call. tuck took a step forward, wrapping an arm around petite girlfriend. ❛ besides, it’s not like i can’t just buy another one, huh ? ❜ when stressed : make a joke about your insane white privilege and mountains of cash ! ❛ the real tragedy here is that froyo, babe. ❜ he stated, kicking at the upside down cup that was now leaking onto the concrete.
he shrugged, “ by now, i’m used to your ‘defense mechanisms’ and i know that your bark is WAY worse than your bite. ” seojun teased, leaning his head to rest on her shoulder for a few brief seconds. “ i knew that. i think. ” he racked his memories of all the ‘svu’ he’d seen; nope, jun definitely didn’t know that blood wasn’t waterproof. “ all i’m saying is that homicide was a great opportunity to add value to this bench, the city missed out. ” lifting his head from her shoulder, jun remembered the goodies he’d brought with him, “oh! i come bearing gifts. i’d never show up and disturb you at your favorite bench without a peace offering.” he handed her a paper cup, a latte he’d gotten to go for her on the walk over, “here.”
blonde brows furrow ------- she knew he was right : she spat a lot of shit & more often than not, could never be bothered following up on it. ❛ i like to my bite is just as bad as my bark, thanks. ❜ bex nodded slowly ---------- ❛ sure ye did, jun. ❜ she had to admit, a glasgow city CERTIFIED HOMICIDE BENCH would be the coolest fucking thing ever, but when was the last time anyone used the words cool and glasgow in the same sentence ? ❛ the city always manages to miss out, somehow. ❜ blue eyes brighten at the sight of said gifts ----- reaching to grab the coffee in his hand, she smiled. ❛ now THIS is why you’re my best mate. what a fuckin’ lifesaver. ❜
iris looked at her laptop closely, the screen ILLUMINATING her face as she squinted. god knows video editing was the bitch to end all other bitches. as she began to mess around with filters, she became aware of a figure in her PERSONAL SPACE. “if you want a picture, can you at least use valencia when you post it? i have eye bags that designers would be fuckin’ jealous of.” the girl mumbled, rubbing at her temples.
to say that tusca is confused to hear her words would be an UNDERSTATEMENT ! ❛ why the hell would i want a picture of you ? ❜ his own fame often blinded him to the social media presences of others : though, he kinda viewed YOUTUBE as a way into stardom for the talentless. ❛ i was gonna ask you to turn down your brightness, your screen glare is shitting on my light. ❜ is this how pretentious he sounded ? ❛ but HONESTLY, who the fuck still uses those instagram filters ? ❜
he’s in the middle of an incredibly heated phone call with his older sister ---- a conversation that PROBABLY should have waited until he was in private ---- but when has tuck ever had a social clue unless it came to pulling women ? ( the answer was NEVER ) ❛ what part of fuck off do you not understand, tobah ? ❜ he spat, stress from his upcoming album release and ANGER at his irritatingly brady-inspired sibling dripping from his tongue as he collided with whoever was unlucky enough to have been walking opposite him, his phone hitting the ground with an ominous SHATTER . . . ❛ oh for FUCK’S SAKE ! ❜
“yeah. ” taeho chirped, eyeing the poster as he slid an arm around tuck’s shoulders. with them, the vanity was par for the course. flirtatious, joking, obnoxious, and HABITUAL. but tusca had been there for tae’s shaved head crisis with only the expected amount of jabbing. so he’d extend the same in return. “ the photoshop makes you look really fuckable. it’s an accomplishment. ”
at FIRST , tuck is warmed by tae’s agreement ----- & then he realized he should know better than to think there wasn’t a ROAST soon to follow. . . they may have been friends since before double digits but that doesn’t mean they’re genuinely NICE to each other on the regular. he GRINS at taeho’s words -- ❛ oh, thanks, tae. ❜ he sent a gentle elbow into the other man’s chest. ❛ it is pretty impressive. i really should make sure the editing team gets a BONUS, shouldn’t i ?? ❜
JAE NEEDS TO BREATHE, finds yet another reason to start his insufferable self-loathing. this time though, he doesn’t take sanctuary in the local aquarium, knows taeho is working and well the last thing he needs is to be bullied by someone that’ll smack his forehead against fish tanks. notebook is slapped in boy’s lap, not even noticing blonde before she starts talking about MURDER. an unique way to start conversation, that’s for sure. talk doesn’t scare jae away though, in fact he invites the idea in. ❛ boy, I HOPE I’M THE FOURTH. ❜
SELF LOATHING was practically bex’s middle name ------ why do you think she spent more time around dead people than living ones ? his ANSWER leaves her perplexed . . . honestly fuck the television industry ! they’ve desensitized people to so much creepy shit, it’s becoming a challenge to be the freak no one wants to hang out with. ❛ no way, no FUCKIN’ way --- you can be the fifth. ❜ she tore her gaze from her laptop after this statement -------------- eyeing him up. ❛ i’ve been sittin’ here for ten fuckin’ years, you are not stealin’ my spot. ❜ it’s all in JEST, though if by some chance he did get stabbed before she did ---- she WOULD be pissed.
jun had opted to check this spot for bex instead of texting her, and luckily enough she was there. having spent the past six hours writing, he was happy to see a familiar face that wasn’t his own in the reflection of his laptop screen. “happy to see you, too, b.” seojun teased, stretching his arms over the back of the bench; he looked at the bench beneath him, “where’s the bloodstains? if something like that’s going to happen why not leave the aftermath and let it become a tourist attraction?”
-----------OH ! it was just jun. she didn’t actually mind having him on her bench, after all, they’ve sat here together more than a few times. blues flick from her screen to her company, nude lips sparking into a smile. ❛ soz, defense mechanisms. ❜ an ever-marked hand ( currently it was scabs from a dog that bit her while she was trying to steal someone’s mail. ) closed her laptop, somewhat grateful for a DISTRACTION from her work -------------------- ❛ blood isn’t waterproof, j. i guess they could’ve put some sorta paint sealer on it bu------ THEY DIDN’T, so after fourty seven years, mother nature's taken care of the clean up. ❜
blonde currently holds stack of flyers in hand, promoting a new album was HARD WORK. especially for the lady of the land, at least — that’s how vee saw the pair anyway. pretty much on top of the world. name brand sunglasses are slid up girl’s nose, thankfully so as she threw her eyeballs into the back of her skull at tuck’s words. ❛ yes tuck, you’re just the most beautiful boy in all of glasgow. ❜ which, she really did think but never would she admit that. ❛ can you take your fucking posters now or are you too good for that, princess ? ❜
tusca and vee were a little more OBNOXIOUS than a lot of other celebrity couples -------- they hadn’t been dating long : but his instagram was already littered with the blonde & whenever the two were together they tended to act like they OWNED the place ( though, chances often were that tuck actually did own it. ) pale lips curl into a slick grin, the EGO BOOST was much appreciated ------ so he threw an arm around thin shoulders, pressing lips to the top of her BLONDE ASS HEAD. ❛ i know--------- but thanks for the support, vee. ❜ he considered her request, his own eyes rolling ( AFFECTIONATELY EXASPERATED ) as he reaches out for the posters. ❛ i’m the princess ? that’s ironic. ❜
❛ i’m JUST SAYING — jesus wasn’t even born in december ! christmas is a sham and i’ve been played, we’re all just funding big corporations. i’m not saying that i won’t bop to miss mariah’s ‘all i want for christmas’ but i don’t agree with it. basically, no i don’t want any christmas presents. ❜
❛ n’ i’m just saying . . . everything is a sham, dude ! --------- christmas, halloween, valentine’s day, politics, boy bands, adidas, EVERYTHING. it’s all just fodder to distract us from the real shit. ❜
youngest MCCULLUM laid claim to this park bench over ten years ago : carved her name into the faded wood when she was eleven. and so when she feels extra weight on the other end --------- without even raising her gaze, she starts, ❛ . . . you probably don’t wanna sit there. ❜ fingers continue to type, a tattered pair of headphones dangling from her neck. ❛ did you know that three people were stabbed to death RIGHT beneath your ass ?? ❜ this macabre outburst is only half true --- it was one stabbing and a HEART ATTACK, but she just wants her solitude back. white lies never hurt anybody.
“ SO , ” brown hues SHIFT from the short stack of papers on her lap to the person seated next to her as concentration furrows her brow. “ what do you think the BEST way is for a teacher to tell a parent that their kid has ANGER ISSUES ? you know , in a way they can’t argue with , but that also doesn’t make me sound like a bitch. ”
bex has almost no experience with normal parental reactions to shit, so she gives a shrug that makes this uncertainty clear. ❛ uh . . . maybe jus’ say ----- your kid is an aggressive little shit, and studies show that this sort of antisocial behavior leads to higher rates of violent offending in later years of adolescence --- so y’might as well sort their shit out NOW, y’know --- before it gets any worse ! ❜ she smiled, in a way that says ------------- was that helpful ?
— † — ❝ ah- wait- NO! please hold still, ❞ thomas muttered to himself under his breath. the person he had been sketching shifted in a way that totally fucked with his unknown drawing of them, the shadows and lines he had been so intensely following have no changed entirely. he couldn’t continue if he WANTED too… ❝ damn it,❞ he cursed under his breath, dropping his head in disappointment. a whole forty-five minutes GONE! though, when he looked back up, the person he had been intensely staring at at carving into his sketchbook was staring right. back. at. him. ❝ oh- hey, sorry… i’m- i was - i just- ACK! ❞ thomas squeaked, slamming his book shut as his face flushed a dark crimson. ❝ you know what? i’ll just- i’ll just GO…❞
blue eyes always pour so intensely into the barely lit screen of her SHITTY LITTLE LAPTOP ----------- but even bex’s razor-sharp focus is broken by the ‘please, hold still’ which was only the slightest bit uncommon . . . she’s not creeped out or anything -- she actually thought she was about to bear witness to a KIDNAPPING, which would’ve been DOPE! unruly blonde strands bounce as she flicks her head around to investigate ----- instead she found an a r t i s t and a sketchbook with a bundle of pencilmarks that came together to look vaguely like ------- her ?
leaving her TOO HOT long black on the table, she rose from her seat and approached him quietly, staring down into the sketch with a curious eye. it took the boy a while to notice her, and when he did -------------------- she’d never seen a face redden that quickly. ❛ DUDE! hey! chill thyself. ❜ she didn’t really understand why anyone would want to draw her. she was hardly a stunner, and she had the biggest eyebags in glasgow. but considering she’s spent the last half hour staring at crime photos in a coffee shop, she’s NOT gonna judge. ❛ it’s cool. wish i could do that shit . . . everytime i try draw it looks like my pencil has mean indigesetion or somethin’ ❜ bex confidently shoves herself into the seat next to him, holding out a hand. ❛ can i see your stuff ? ❜
glossy paper is stuck to the concrete signpost in the middle of the street -- and USUALLY tuck couldn’t care less about stupid posters, but THIS TIME ! this time his face was on it (& OF COURSE that made it ten times more interesting than the one about christmas donations to the salvation army. ) he’s heard it before : one day tuck, you’ll have to learn not to be such a PRETENTIOUS CUNT . . . but today was not that day ! ❛ ----------------- i look good, don’t i ? ❜ he asks, head turning to look at the person nearby.
ok hi i’m bree n this is jus a quick n brief intro to bex and tuck while i make my about pages (bc they take like 30 yrs each) so either hmu or like this if you wanna plot !!!
tusca ‘TUCK’ kerrisk is 22 years old, he’s bisexual, a cismale, and a fairly popular alternative music artist (think the neighbourhood) who moved to glasgow from london five years ago
TW: ABUSE, TW: DRUG USE
tuck’s family was never perfect - father was one of those rich old guys who always seem to be going to business meetings, but you never really know what they do / or maybe tusca was just never interested in it. mother was softer, she loved the son that her husband hated so viciously. because henry DID hate him viciously, he hated him with cold words and belts that left scars.
sister tobah is every bit the overachiever, valedictorian and oxford superstar, she’s in politics now, and she’s the only reason tuck still ever lays eyes on his father
he’s the opposite to her, attended eton college because of his family name and that name was the only thing keeping him there. smart but unmotivated, he put his intuitive mind towards being the it boy - the only thing he put effort into at that school was his music endeavors, and he cleaned up at every talent show he entered.
his mother died in 2012 when tusca was 17, two weeks before graduation - unable to live in that house without her, he took off with his trust fund, bailed on his exams, and moved to glasgow, crashing with his childhood best friend before he purchased a property of his own
the years of abuse he suffered through hardened him, platinum armor hiding a rotten core ; he’s your obligatory jackass lothario, he’s confident and charismatic, he throws lavish parties so he doesn’t have to be alone at night, he buys extravagant gifts for people he hardly knows because he has nothing worthwhile to spend millions on
when a wrench gets thrown in the organised chaos around him, tuck is prone to periods of binge drinking that are more than your usual bender - a habit that he’s had on/off since fifteen.
connections wanted:
CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND: would need to be someone who has lived in glasgow longer than five years, basically just someone tuck has known and loved since he was young, one of the only people who knows pretty much everything about him. tuck stayed with them for six months before he bought his own property in the city
EX GIRLFRIEND: tuck is currently dating vee but he had one other proper relationship since moving to glasgow - i’m open to pretty much anything here, but their relationship ended badly (details ab that can b sussed out l8r)
PARTNER IN CRIME: the person who’s always present whenever tuck is doin something dumb, they party together, they encourage each others’ stupid ideas, they got each others backs though, etc.
BROTHER: tuck’s younger brother who he had always been close with, would be 1-2 years younger than tuck. tusca left his brother behind when he skipped town, and barely stays long enough at family events to say hello, let alone catch up properly, he feels bad about it, and their sibling relationship is strained compared to how close they used to be.
beckett ‘BEX’ mccullum is a 21 year old pansexual cisfemale who was born n bred in glasgow, she’s just finished her undergraduate study and is beginning her masters in criminology and is currently about 45% of the way through writing her own book about the toxic and violent underground of scotland
bex is an outcast -- her parents were always flaky (never showed up to parent-teacher interviews, never picked her up from school on time etc), and days after her 13th birthday, olive and ricky mccullum decided bex and her 16 year old brother would be too much hard work, so they packed their things and disappeared while the kids were at school, leaving a unsatisfying note that just read “look after yourselves - ma + da”
her brother got a part-time job on top of school to help pay their newfound bills, bex tried as well, but eventually he got fired and she got tired of being rejected, so they turned to unconventional methods -- thievery, mainly. be it by playing to the affections of their nicer neighbours, or by subtly undermining their nastier ones, or by using bex’s insanely nosy personality to blackmail the sinners, they managed to survive until brother graduated and could get a full time job.
bex was always weird, she was always into weird things - like conspiracy theories and aliens and serial killers and dead things. so studying criminals seemed perfect for her, and it was. she’s more than a little rough around the edges, and she’s aggressively defensive about almost everything, but she’s dedicated as all hell to her study and her book.
she chain smokes malboro reds and is a little too fearless, once dating a gang member purely to get information for an essay during her first year of study--- he wasn’t very happy when he found that out and she had to do a runner to get out of the hotseat.
wanted connections:
OLDER BROTHER: bex and her brother are all each other has, they’ve lived alone for eight years, and even though they’re both adults now they can’t seem to bring themselves to separate. bex would kill for him and vice versa, idrk have any particulars about his personality apart from that so
COUSIN: bex’s mother was the black sheep of the family, and the rest of the family didn’t want the mccullums around much, they really only did it for appearances. when olive left town, bex and her brother were coldly uninvited from family events, and bex’s anger at yet another abandonment fell mainly onto her cousin, who she sees to have so much better a life than she, they were born into the caring, wealthy side of the family, while bex has been stealing coupons from mailboxes for the last four years.
BEST FRIEND: someone who never judged bex for her interests or her unstable personality, someone who bex would protect til her dying day, a second sibling almost.
idk the wanted connections r just ideas i’d be open to anything so pls hmu!
