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heroicbrazen:
❛ has the fact that you’re completely psycho managed to escape your attention ? ❜
“i’m not psycho, stefan. i just want to help you. --please.” the human girl pleads, doe eyes filled with worry and unable to stop her hands from gently attempting to grab for his.
how can an angel brake my heart?
If he wants me broken, then I will have to be whole.
no one gets the joke on my twitter so i’ll put it out here
picassoxbaby:
based
truthfully she thought they were just having fun, nothing serious. she was twenty nine after all and someone their age wouldn’t ever consider her a serious thing or so she thought. a soft sigh came past her lips, “i like you. we have a lot of fun together but,” of course there had to be a but, nothing less would be expected, “i never thought you would want to put labels on this and turn it into something serious. honestly, i thought you were still hooking up with whoever else and i was just the one who you didn’t mind being seen with in public which i can get because who doesn’t want to be seen with someone famous?” she questioned shoulders tugging up into a shrug, chewing lightly at the inside of her cheek, “did i have that all wrong?
“oh god,” muttering, not this shit again. jesse’s already turning his head away from the older girl, annoyance etching boyishly handsome features. expressions hidden behind dark aviators. he already knows where this conversation is heading the moment he hears the tone of her voice. he’s listening...annoyed as hell. but still, he’s listening. that is, all until he hears the talk about being famous part in her rambling. “oh. so that’s what this is about? not about me putting labels on it or anything. this is about you bein’ famous. y’think i only like being with you cause it’s ‘COOL’ being with someone famous?” scoffing, he’s jumping to conclusions. “duh. fucking duh you have it all wrong.” he genuinely likes her. A LOT. and she thinks it has to do with her fame..? “i couldn’t give a shit less about that.” grumbling, hands clenching his black camaro’s steering wheel while it idles in a parking lot. if his singing and guitar playing career was going anywhere besides local clubs-- if were a famous musician already, he sure as hell wouldn’t want someone using him for that. and yeah, he can be a jerk form time to time, but he wouldn’t use anyone. and he sure as hell wouldn’t been spending all this time, stupidly head over heels for this woman if he didn’t extremely care for her like he does. no wonder it’s angering him, considering things feel extremely rocky. he’s never allowed himself to get attached to anyone and right now, since she seems to be treating him like the younger kid he is, he feels like he’s about to be royally fucked getting involved with her.
too cute for their own good
tagalcngs:
“ dan + shay. “ she repeats. green eyes roll as he commends her father for his taste in music. “ yeah well, you should get with the times. a lot of lyrics make sense if you really listen to them. it’s all metaphors and stuff nowadays. makes you really think now. “ she says, nose wrinkling as he pulls out the pack of cigarettes. “ do you really have to do that with me here? “ she asks, watching him light up. she frowns as he turns the music up, seemingly just to get a rise out of her. which works. “ that’s too loud. “ she huffs, leaning across to turn the music down a little. “ i’ll listen to your old people music, just don’t make me go deaf doing so. “ she mutters.
dan and shay? is that it, he wonders. “i don’t wanna get with the times. i like it where i’m stuck. the era when music was great and full of melodies that’s like multiple orgasms in my ears.” 1985 to 1989. best years that have ever existed, anyone who lived it was one lucky asshole in his opinion. “like, really. what the fuck is this shit they’re claiming as rock these days. what is it-- c o l d - play? coldplay or somethin’. coldplay, my ASS. coldplay makes me feel like i’m being fucked over.” definitely no eargasms coming from that shit. probably talking mostly to himself at this point, it’s fun to rant even if hope isn’t on his music level and it’s unlikely she has any idea what he’s on about. it and the cigarette combined ease some of the pent up moodiness he’s been regulating through, he finds. “shit. even the names of their bands these days are lame as hell.” scorpions, motley crue, guns n’ roses. now, that’s cool as fuck. why can’t these modern dickwads get back on these dudes level? truly-- he must’ve died during this era and reincarnated or something, he’s this passionate about it. “old people are into frank sinatra and shit-- not classic rock.” which makes it still young in his opinion. “i rolled the window down, didn’t i?” scoffing, turning his head to blow the smoke out the window for the princess. “i’m doing my job right, then.” smiling when she says it’s too loud, that’s what he likes to hear. he won’t swat her hand this time, only because she isn’t turning it down all the way.
tagalcngs:
she can’t stop her giggling now, something that drove her wild. once she started, she couldn’t stop; whether it was laughing, crying, loving… she was an all or nothing kind of girl. “ yeah, dan + shay is about as country as i’ll get here. i don’t even feel as if they even fall under that genre though. “ she says, a pout forming on her lips as he criticizes her taste in music. “ just because i don’t work at a record store like somebody else, doesn’t mean my taste in music sucks. “ she whines, arm settling on the side of the car door, propping her chin into the palm of her hand while watching him change the station. “ oh stop being so dramatic, your ears were never bleeding. “ she rolls her eyes. “ but mine are going to. this sounds like the shit that my dad likes. “ she says.
“dan who?” jesse doesn’t even recognize these artists, his head really never leaves any music past 1993. “oh, yeah? well, props to DAD. your dad has great taste. we know when we hear real instruments, lyrics that make sense and no auto fuckin’ tune.” digging into his console, he finds his lighter and pack of marlboro’s. just what he wanted. plucking one of the nicotine sticks from the box, jesse wedges it between two fingers and lets it sit between pearly white teeth so he can flick the lighter and light it up. throwing both items back into the console, he lets it shut back on it’s own and rolls his window down. he’s not a total animal after all, he won’t engulf her in cigarette smoke. although, just for that comment, he lets his seat back up so he can reach the radio knobs and turn the music wide open. even better now.
tagalcngs:
“because i, “ she pauses. saying she loved him probably would send him out flying out of his own car. “ you’re important to me okay? you’re the only one who makes me feel like i matter. “ she says instead. she can’t help but burst into a small bout of laughter as he claims that he ISN’T brooding. “ you are so brooding! “ she says. “ if brooding were a career you’d be making bank with how much you do it. “ she teases, leaning forward to start fiddling with the radio. “ shut up that’s… only partially true. “ she admits quietly. “ and it’s not like i have much of a choice with the radio. it’s either top 40, top 40, sad country music, or talk radio. and i’m sorry but you won’t catch me listening to stupid ass country . “ she scoffs, turning it onto one of the many top 40 radio stations. “ so you’re going to have to deal with it grumpy gills. “ she smiles.
it’s intriguing to hear hope’s response, all the while endearing. he’s transfixed on the girl behind his sunglasses, forgetting that he’s frozen. realizing he might just be the grinch with his heart growing three sizes at the mere words: important to me. it pulls at his heartstrings and shit, something he was always taught was a bad thing. having feelings. it was beat, and not metaphorically but realistically, into his head, to not feel and toss away anyone who feels for him by his monster for a father. like he’s supposed to be some sort of robot, with no human heart planted into his chest and with no real feelings like a real human. then there’s this girl messing it all up. or IS she messing it up? maybe.. maybe she’s FIXING him. jesse’s glad she breaks him out of his daze with her contagious laughter, he’s mentally kicking himself for getting so trapped into his head. “i could make money at it? in that case...i’ll admit it, then.” that he indeeds broods so often, it’s probably damaging his health. “oh, we can agree that we ain’t listening to stupid ass country.” he was born in memphis, he’d think country would be coursing through his veins. yet, he hates it. rock music is his wife, but it has to be the classics. “you have no education in music, this is why i work at a record store. how about there is a choice and it’s called the classic rock station.” leaning back up, he swats her hand away and changes it to his one and only favorite station. it’s satisfying to change from whiny pop music to sexy whining guitars. what a perfect song to land on, too. rock you like a hurricane by the scorpions is currently playing. “look at that. my fucking ears aren’t bleeding any longer.” managing to quip, resting back against his seat with a pleased smile adorning his features.
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a small laugh leaves her lips. “ oh god no jess, “ she says, shaking her head slightly. “ i know i’m a lot to handle. i’m clingy and needy and god only knows how dependent i become on the people i’m close to… “ she trails off. she doesn’t want to continue on, to acknowledge how easily she’s made jealous and how terribly possessive she can be. especially when it comes to him. a small huff leaves her lips as he agrees to her staying, “ fine. “ she parrots, her hand leaving his as she slumps down in her chair slightly and crossing them against her chest again. “ can we at least turn on the radio while we brood? “ she asks. “ if we sit here in silence i’m going to claw my eyes out. “
that’s true, they’re both full of flaws and issues. so upon combining them both together, it can either create a massive storm between them like it often does or bring each other comfort like it also does the other part of the time. “and you’re dependent on me, why?” maybe he’ll always question why she’s decided to grow so attached to him. he can’t possibly accept the fact that he isn’t unlovable. in fact, he’s really sweet and cares wholeheartedly on his good days. “i’m not brooding.” grumbling, of course he is. his career is brooding. glancing over, she looks like a toddler. and deep down he’s agitated she moved her hand away from his, it only encourages his sour mood. not like he wanted her to hold it anyway. “silence is good.” reaching down, jesse lets his seat back so he can recline on purpose. if she wants to turn the radio on she’s allowed to, but then again... he doesn’t trust what she’ll turn on. “you’ll probably turn it on some bubblegum pop shit anyway.” he can’t be sure on what she likes, so he’s assuming.
every night, ever since she could remember, she always sat out on her balcony before going to bed. sometimes she read, sometimes she just looked out at the stars, she even watched the pool get cleaned sometimes. but juliet kept hearing footsteps on the concrete or a rustled bush. her family was asleep, her nurse was getting her bath ready and the security guards never walked around this late. maybe it was her imagination but she wanted to make sure she wasn’t going crazy. “hello? i know you’re out there!” as if the youngest capulet could scare anyone much.
dang. there goes his plan to play a few pranks tonight, completely spoiled. considering the last prank he just pulled got him punched in the cheek bone. the blond gives up his antics with a sigh and reveals himself by stepping out from the bushes. “well-- you’re not making it very fun to play a prank on! you’re supposed to be TREMBLING.” although, romeo ends up chuckling anyway as blue eyes peer up at her. full of light and playfulness. she did look kind of spooked, at least.
tagalcngs:
god how she could just give him one good sucker punch to the shoulder right now. while she understood that his mood swings weren’t something he was quite able to control, they still could frustrate her to no end. but she was getting better at handling them. letting out a small sigh, she placed her hand on top of his and squeezed it lightly. “ jesse, look at me. “ she said quietly. “ i’m not blinded. we’re human. we won’t always meet eye to eye and we’ll argue and that’s NORMAL and that’s OKAY. okay? “ she said softly. “ i don’t care about school right now, it’s not like it’s going to ruin my chance at perfect attendance if i’m late or miss a class or two. let’s work this out instead of parting on bad terms. “ she said.
feeling his body tense the second jesse feels her hand lay on his skin. it’s gentle, he knows. but his instincts can’t help but automatically think every touch is a negative reaction, from years of getting treated like a rag doll. it takes a moment for his brain to register it isn’t a bad kind of touch, it doesn’t mean someone is trying to hurt him. oceanic eyes stick to his steering wheel in an intense daze, he can’t look. he’s scared. “i feel like it’s always my fault, though.” deep voice mumbles, he’s always destructing himself or someone else. he hates it. wanting to turn his hand and cling to hers, but he refrains. because he’s scared yet again. “fine.” she can stay, but it’s on her.
bcbeschasing:
“A lot confuses you.” She teased him, with a laugh. Trying to continue to joke with him until he pulled himself back out of his funk. “Yes, I’m ditching.” She tells him matter of factly with a hard nod. She can tell he’s debating this as he sits there staring out with the engine just resting idly. “I would start driving unless you want to witness the biggest fit of the century being thrown by none other than yours truly.” She gestured to herself with a smirk, before sliding his sunglasses from her hair down her face, resting them on the bridge of her nose as she looked forward at the windshield, waiting for him to start driving.
“yeah-- but you especially.” all along, she’s seemed too good for some broken person like him. at one point, he’s even tried to intentionally be an asshole to make her hate him so she wouldn’t get involved with him. why she keeps lingering around? it’s beyond his knowledge. “what if i don’t care? steal my sunglasses back and kick you out anyway.” brows perk, turning his gaze to her when he feels like he can hold back some of the emotion in his eyes now.
tagalcngs:
the petite blond sat in the passenger seat of his car, jaw locked so tightly it’d probably lock when she finally opened it, arms crossed tightly against her chest and eyes staring straight into nothing in front of her at this point. it was almost like clockwork now: they’d argue, fix things, and then he would open his mouth and piss her off all over again. but she LOVED the male, considered him to be one of the most important people in her life and one of the only ones who it felt as if cared about her at times. hearing him speak, hope rolled her eyes, breaking the contact into nothingness to turn and face him. “ shut up. “ she said. “ sure you can be an asshole sometimes but you’re not a piece of shit. “ hope said, “ we had an argument, and we figured out what was the problem and fixed it. a piece of shit would’ve just blamed me and let it blow over to come back ten fold the next time the issue arose. “ hope said, head turning back to stare out at the school.
“or maybe you’re blinded.” or maybe she’s desperate for affection too, just as he is and she’d rather keep a moody asshole like him around than be entirely alone. he won’t say what he’s thinking just so he doesn’t make himself look weak. listening to her next words, he weirdly hates her trying to make him see he’s better than what he feels when he’s having an episode of mood swings. because it’s true, he would’ve blamed her and started the shit all over again if he were a piece of shit. but he didn’t. “you’re gonna be late for school.” something he acts like he isn’t apart of too, but he couldn’t care less about it right now.
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bcbeschasing:
Mads could feel the shift in mood, the sourness that flowed through the air as the male sat back in his seat and covered his eyes with his glasses. Although she thought it was a good look on him, the brooding way he put the glasses on as a wall between them was not going to fly. She would do anything to lighten the mood and get him out of his head. “And like I told you a long time ago…” She reached over taking the glasses off his face and using them to push her brown locks back on her head. “If you’re a piece of shit, I’m a fly.” She laughed, shoving his shoulder lightly and kicking her feet up on his dash. “Let’s ditch. I don’t feel like dealing with trivial school shit today.”
if you’re a piece of shit, i’m a fly. it usually never fails to make him smile again. it’s funny AND yeah, he admits, adorable, that she always replies to him like that. the difference is the fact he’s too deep into his self-hatred to shake the episode he’s having. “which still confuses me.” how does she do it? keep putting up with him? sighing in annoyance when she removes his sunglasses, he’s turning his head towards the window. away from her direction. lifting a hand, his long fingers brush his curls from his face itching him. “you’re ditchin’, huh?” husky tone inquires in genuine curiosity, being from memphis there’s a light country twang in the way some of his words come out in his voice. of course he’s a bad influence on her too, great. but since she insists-- jesse leans back up, turns the ignition and engine purrs. oceanic eyes with a swirl of impulsive piercing green inside them stare out the windshield in thought, trying to decide if he should kick her out and make her go to school or just start driving. who knows. he can be capable of both.
( open to females: best friend with a long time crush / unofficial girlfriend bc he’s afraid of love )
he was fine, just a moment ago. they were patching things up from a fight and his mind did a switch. the light has drained from his eyes, feeling like he doesn’t deserve love. in fact, he feels like he’s not even sure how to love. head thrown back against his bmw’s leather seat, his moodiness takes a toll. he can’t even face the school day now, not when he feels like this. hard to imagine how she must feel, dealing with a burden like him. swallowing, jesse shoves his aviators onto his face. covering his eyes. his eyes-- they’ll always give him away. that’s why they have to be hidden. “like i told you long time ago-- you shouldn’t have gotten involved with a piece of shit like me.” he’s sorry he can’t be better. there’s a war constantly in his mind, one he doesn’t know how to battle so he has no choice but to let it do as it wants.
