❝ 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕕 ❞

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denverjcnes​:

IT WAS CLEAR TO SEE THAT DREA WAS IN A DIFFERENT MOOD THAN USUAL. When she stated things this time, it didn’t have as much fierceness behind it or sting when she told him what to do. “I could go for McDonald’s, yeah. Sounds like a plan.” Smiling over at her slightly, he tried to read her face but it was hard to do while driving. Going full out, he started to rap louder for her, going ham especially when they came to a stop light so his hands and arms could be involved in it all as well. “Sorry, can’t hear you over the king of New York.” DJ let out loudly before using his hand that had become a fake microphone for himself to turn towards her, encouraging her to sing. He hoped not to get slapped as he added the background vocals and sang along with the beat, making weird noises with his mouth like usual when he was being over the top and really into a song. “You gonna tell me what’s going on?” The red head finally asked as the next song came on and he turned it down with a flick of his finger, eyes showing he truly did care and was worried about her. 

drea didn’t want to be there. shedidn’t want to be in dever’s truck without the safety of a quickie in the back seat (( there wasn’t time for talking when you were sucking hickeys onto someone’s neck )), but she was trapped and there wasn’t much she could do about it other than stuff her mouth with greasy fries and pray he didn’t see the far-away look in her eyes. “you picked me up at a fuckin’ correctional center,” she muttered, keeping her fingers and eyes occupied by pulling at a loose string on the hole in the knee of her jeans. “you really don’t want to know. trust me.” or rather, she didn’t want him to know, but she doubted that really need to be said.  

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idiotcorp​:  

“then we’ll get pastries in rome.” he doubted she really wanted to flee the country for an afternoon. neither of them was immune to the indulgence of wealth, but it probably wasn’t actually what she wanted. “your boss is an ass. but he won’t even notice if he misses a few phone calls.” aiden would bet he wouldn’t even notice since he screened almost all his calls anyway and insisted maya do that for him. nothing went to his phone without going through her first. “come on, you can chose the restaurant for once. i promise not to complain too much about the menu.”

“vegan pastries,” maya corrected with a soft smile, sniffling quietly as she wiped away the last of her tears with her sweater sleeve. it was true; mr. macklin didn’t notice anything unless his boss sent him a very loud voice memo. but, she still clung to the delusional belief that if she played sexy secretary for long enough, her boss might promote her and listen to her ideas. delusional. she knew that, but it was all she had. “too much? what’s the complaint quota for this venture?” maya paused for a moment, studying aiden’s face through narrowed brows, and then stretched onto her tiptoes so that she could kiss his stubbly cheek. “thank you. i promise i won’t tell people how sweet you actually are.”  

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ohmydcrling​:

his hesitation set her on edge, but she still waited as her palms sweat. okay… okay. clem slipped out from her covers, her phone still pressed to her ear as she groggily rummaged through her drawers to grab a pair of socks. “okay. i’m putting shoes on so hang tight.” clementine didn’t feel like she could emotionally handle asking prying questions, especially when she’d just woken up, so she didn’t. “do you need anything else? are you okay?” she slipped into her socks and shoes, grabbing her keys as she scrubbed the sleep from her eyes and left her apartment.

chasen wasn’t exactly sure what time it was, but he new it was late...or early, technically. he closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against the wall, “yeah. i’m fine.” he could barely feel the throbbing in his hand and the stinging in his split lip. really, he couldn’t feel anything at all anymore, but that was nothing new. anger was the only sensation he could rely on: anger and the pain of broken fingers. “sorry...i know it’s late, and the last time we talked....” chase licked his bottom lip and wrinkled his nose as the taste of copper invaded his mouth. “i didn’t know who else to call.” 

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lcyalty​:

𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐊, looking at the pictures again. hearing her talk about her siblings in a loving way, it just… it’s not like he didn’t know what it was like to have a good relationship with your sibling, because he and clem were fine. it was more so just – andrea’s family looked normal. you know ? she had annoying brothers and presumably nice parents and every tuesday they probably made pasta together, or some shit. normally, her question would be his very glaring and obvious stage direction to exit left right this fucking moment, but… if he lied, then he’d be protected still. “ i have an older brother, yeah, ” he answered, pulling his shirt up and over his head. “ when we were little and i’d be sad over whatever the fuck i thought i had to be sad about at age seven, he’d hand me an m&m and told me they were happy pills. so i’d take ‘em with water like actual pills and it’d quite literally cheer me up. but then i pissed our mom off one day and she told me about the placebo effect and how m&ms are not actually happy pills, so. still kinda’ pissed at him for even putting the idea into my head in the first place. ” the story itself was true – it’d just been clem who handed him the candy and not this made-up new older brother he’d created. if she asked for a name he’d leave. “ …blair witch ? ” if this was a media reference from at least three years ago, he wasn’t going to get it.

it was strange to see sticks in the soft light of dawn, but it was even stranger to see him talk about the boy he was before he became a man who pretended he never existed. perhaps, strangest of all, andrea liked it. “i think the true tragedy of this tale is that you missed out on years of enjoying m&ms and still consumed the calories.” she couldn’t imagine her mother spoiling a childhood fantasy for her and especially not because she was angry. drea wasn’t sure if sticks realized exactly what he had revealed with such an innocent story, so she didn’t comment on it. she recognized a lot of herself in him: the urge to run pricking under her skin at any given moment, the need to approached slowly like a stray animal, and the bluster to cover the fear. drea kept that to herself, too. she was pretty sure he already knew. “yeah,” she poked him with her fuzzy sock-clad foot and allowed a sly grin to slip across her lips, “a total creeper, staring silently into your soul before she drags you into her lair.” tracing the rim of her mug, she watched the steam rise and drummed her nails against her thigh with her other hand. “i have both of the movies if you’re ever in the mood for shitty camera work.” 

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                  CHASEN KING PLAYLIST: 001

a better son/daughter // rilo kiley

“ sometimes in the morning i am petrified and can't move. awake, but cannot open my eyes. and the weight is crushing down on my lungs, i know i can't breathe. and hope someone will save me this time. and your mother's still calling you insane and high swearing it's different this time. ”

a little less sixteen candles, a little more “touch me” // fall out boy

“ you're just the girl all the boys want to dance with and i'm just the boy who's had too many chances write me off, give up on me cause darling what did you expect i'm just off, a lost cause a long shot, don't even take this bet. ”

pieces // sum 41

“ if you believe it's in my soul i'd say all the words that I know just to see if it would show that i'm trying to let you know that i'm better off on my own ”

run away // blink 182

“ run away, don't let me run away, no get away, don't let me get away, no when the lights come up, when you see i'm gone you wake up to an empty house you know i'm never gonna get you out of my head. ”

bury me face down // grandson 

“ oh, i got troubles that won't let me be but i won't get tired, set the town on fire 'till my troubles got trouble with me. ”

all these things that i have done // the killers

“ another head aches, another heart breaks i am so much older than i can take and my affection, well it comes and goes i need direction to perfection, no no no no, help me out. ”

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ANDREA IBARRA AGUILAR PLAYLIST: 001

what’s my age again // blink 182

“ nobody likes you when you're twenty three and you still act like you're in freshman year what the hell is wrong with me? ” 

fat lip // sum 41

“don't count on me, i'll do it again don't count on me, it's the point you're missing don't count on me, cause i'm not listening well i'm a no goody lower middle class brat, back packed and i don't give a shit about nothing. ”

china // anuel aa, daddy yankee, && karol g

“ me quedé contigo y no le contesté no sé por qué fallé  pero sí sé que rico la pasé. ”

“ i stayed with you and i didn't answer him i don't know why i failed  but i know what a good time i had. ” 

no heart to speak of // blink 182

“ dying on the bathroom floor thinking of the life that we had before no heart, no heart to speak of. ”

(coffee’s for closers) // fall out boy

“ oh baby, when they made me they broke the mold girls used to follow me around then i got cold. ”

remember to forget me // blink 182

“ left the light on upstairs but there ain't nobody home all the nights that you end up all alone remember to forget me. ”

amarillo // j balvin

“ y yo no me complico ¿cómo te explico? que a mi me gusta es pasarla rico. ” 

“ and i don't mess around how can i explain that I like to have a good time? ” 

[bob-belcher]

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blvercmance​:

@chase king

“has anybody ever told you that you’re very photogenic?” lindsey asked, smiling at her phone as she snapped a photo of chase. he wasn’t even doing anything spectacular, she just liked the way the light hit him. “i mean, you’re handsome always, of course,” she added, shrugging, “but you look so great in pictures. especially when i’m your photographer.”

chasen snorted and brushed his fingers through his curls, willing the flush across the bride of his nose away with a good-natured scowl. “yeah, the scars really scream supermodel.” he hated looking in the mirror, and he hated pictures even more, but he was willing to play nice if it meant getting away with his little fit without apologizing. “i hope your photoshop skills are even better.”  

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denverjcnes​:

DENVER KNEW MOST NEW YORKERS DIDN’T DRIVE, but he was one of the exceptions. He couldn’t live without his cars, especially his trucks and sports vehicles. When he noticed that Andrea needed help with something, he didn’t hesitate to bring out his personalized truck. The windows were tinted, it was fully packed with extra gadgets and screens so that he could navigate through a city where people drive like complete jerk off’s no matter what time it was. Using the touch screen to browse through songs and stations, he picked something he hoped she liked and shook his head. “You don’t have to pay me for driving you and here-” pressing a button, a slot arrived that she could either set her phone against to charge without a cord or use one from the usb section to juice it up. Rapping along with Jay-Z, he smiled over at her before using the buttons on his wheel to have full views of the cars around them. “If you insist on paying me back, maybe you could do it in another kind of way like getting food with me after cause this guy is starving.” Taking a swig of his water bottle that included inserts of 3 different kinds of berries, he smiled at her with his cheeks full like a chimpmunk before cracking up at himself.

there was something about seeing her ex-boyfriend that turned her back into an insecure, neurotic eighteen-year-old again. she had planned on pulling her knees to her chest and staring out the window until she slipped back into her new persona, but she should’ve known that denver couldn’t sit in silence for longer than six seconds. drea was quiet for a moment before mumbling, “i want mcdonald’s fries...and nuggets,” into her kneecaps. it took her a moment to realize that he was playing jay-z and wrinkled her nose as she plugged her phone into the usb, praying that it would charge quickly so that she could put on j balvin before she got ‘empire state of mind’ stuck in her head for the next year. “your music sucks,” she murmured, resting her cheek on her knee, instead of thanking him for picking her up like she wanted to.

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idiotcorp​:

“no, you don’t go answer his phones after he has outright refused to hear your work and acted in an unprofessional manor.” if it were someone else maybe he’d tell them to do just that. suck it up and do their damn job because it’s what he would do. he hated his job, every day it was absolute misery to deal with but he couldn’t have his dream job. but maya was a creature of joy and hope and faith in humanity and she should not have to obey those same laws. “come on, he can answer his own damn phones. we’re leaving.” honestly he didn’t really have anything that couldn’t be done on his computer anyway today.

maya blinked in surprise at his vehemence for a moment, but really she should’ve expected it. aiden black was the most intense man she had ever met no matter the subject, and he was even more fervent when it came to things he actually cared about. “i can’t just leave,” she protested, but her lips were twisted into a bright grin as she let out a little laugh. “my break doesn’t start for two hours.” yet, here she was, setting her rejected proposal on her desk (( though, she was tempted to throw it in the trash )) and grabbing her purse. she knew enough shit about her boss to get away with an early lunch or two: the perks of being a piece of ass. “where would we go? it’s a little late for coffee in paris.”    

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ohmydcrling​:

as an early riser, clem went to sleep early too. well, as early as she could manage. sometimes that meant she was asleep by 9 o’clock and other times that meant she was in bed by 11p.m. and either way, she was up by 5 o’clock to start the day over. so when her phone started buzzing at an ungodly hour of the morning she didn’t want to pick it up, but the part of her that constantly worried about her brother and her mother (and everyone) meant she still sat up to grab it from her nightstand, anxiety kicking in when she didn’t recognize the number. “hello?” she tried to put some energy into it but it still came out groggy. hearing chasen’s voice over the phone wasn’t what she was expecting. clem swallowed, her throat thick. their… whatever had happened between them lingered like a poltergeist and she felt like giving in was exactly what he hadn’t wanted of her last time they’d talked. but it wasn’t in her nature. “yeah, anything. what’s up?” 

chasen felt a little sick when clem agreed so easily for reasons he didn’t completely understand. the sad thing was he wasn’t even surprised. he knew she’d say yes; that’s why he called her. he was just another asshole taking advantage of her kindness, and the worst part was he was too exhausted to care. “i, uh, fuck––” chase closed his eyes and cleared his throat, “i need you to come down to the brownsville police station...and post my bail. i have the money, but, uh, i guess the police are the only people who don’t take card.” he glanced down at his knuckles, the healing cuts reopened from his latest date with a drunken idiot’s face. of course, he had been a drunken too, but he didn’t really feel like dwelling on another one of his mistakes. “i have checks in my desk somewhere.”

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@denverjcnes​ // closed

the only thing that outweighed andrea’s iron-will was her forgetfulness and inability to navigate in unfamiliar areas. she didn’t have a lot of friends in new york––even less who would be willing to drive to rikers correctional center in the bronx because she left her wallet in her desk at work. “this doesn’t mean anything,” she finally muttered after sliding into the front seat with her eyes glued to the dashboard. “i just needed a ride. i’ll venmo you once charge my phone.”  

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@ezrayordan​ // closed

maya was used to being wooed––persistently. dinner and the hunt for bubblegum ice cream went really well, so she had been expecting a call from jude once they got back to new york. perhaps, she’d lost a bit of her charm over the years, or maybe their date hadn’t gone as well as she thought it did. she glanced at her reflection in her compact and pursed her lips––or maybe jude valentine was a complete moron. “i’m pretty, right?” she pouted her lower lip and glanced up at ezra through her lashes, “tell me i’m pretty.”  

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idiotcorp​:

figure things out. he was trying. it wasn’t really working. his father always said he was too stubborn for his own good, and it’d do nothing but get him in trouble he couldn’t learn to be more adaptable. he used to think he was so damn adaptable. he wasn’t. he liked having one path in front of him. and maya had always been on that path, the north star in the way of romance. an ending to a story he had started. but she didn’t want anything to do with it and he was trying so hard to force himself to accept that while still keeping her in his life. but he couldn’t just sit there and watch her cry and accept that there was nothing he could do just because his feelings were still hurt. “you should not be crying at work. if it is in relationship to your performance, there are more tactful ways to send bad reviews. if he has done something to hurt you–” he didn’t need to finish the threat.

“believe me, i’m actively trying not to.” maya rolled her eyes, and somehow found it oddly charming that aiden had somehow managed to achieve such a reaction with tears currently drying on her cheeks. there was a certain kind of relief that came from being around someone who knew you for a long time; no need to pretend to be better than she was when aiden already knew every version of maya onella khatun. “down, cujo. i, um, i guess i overstepped my professional bounds. i mean, opinions aren’t really part of the intern description.” she paused and clutched her rejected proposal to her chest, “at least my boss’ definition of intern. anyway––i should get going. his phones aren’t going to answer themselves.” 

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i’ve been in a hella funk #akadepressed lately that has translated into muse funk, so i want to get some plots to spice things up and rekindle the flame of my relationship with my characters. 

andrea plots:

hookups/fwb (m, f, nb): she’s got needs that are Not being met okay. this is a psa. 

exes (m, f, nb): she has burned a lot of people, so, if you’re looking for someone to be petty to, she’s your girl.

childhood friend (m, f, nb) (needs to be from ca or spent some time there): i would like her to have one real friend lmao from back before she was a hellion. there’s a lot of potential drama here bc she probably ditched them in college after she hooked up with her shitty boyfriend. 

rivals (m, f, nb): she’s really petty and competitive. end of story.

chasen plots:

the ex (f, nb): someone he met in college or high school (in ny) whom he lied to about his life bc he felt like he wasn’t good enough (preferably someone from a high class or middle class fam for this reason). they broke up bc he couldn’t open up or trust them, and they could def tell. also, it didn’t help that he spent most of his time with daisy.

enemies  (m, f, nb): he’s an asshole, and he has no one to fight with?? this needs to be resolved. 

maya plots: 

pageant world (m, f, nb): if your chara has been in the pageant circuit, i would love a connection there, whether it be rivals, frenemies, or besties. i’m down for anything.

the ex (m, nb): she got played in college, so if you’re a scumbag who loves breaking hearts, hit her up bc i love ruining her life.

girl squad  (f, nb): she needs more female friends thank u. she will be the ty lee to your mai n azula. 

simps  (m, f, nb): she’s p naturally flirty and v touchy, so she’s led a lot of people on by accident and tbh has No Idea.

if any of these #speak to you, hmu, or like this and i’ll come to you.

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closed // @ohmydcrling​ 

the only thing chasen hated more than cops was relying on someone else, so after being picked up a drunken bar fight he was currently a little out of sorts––to put it lightly. he didn’t have a lot of choices for his one call; his mom wasn’t in any state to drive a good five days out of the week, and daisy wasn’t speaking to him after their fight in hawaii...and that was it. those were the two people left in his life he could after purposely nuking anyone’s attempt to build a relationship with him––except for maybe clem. it was a long shot, but he was backed into a corner (( and he really didn’t like the way the big guy with face tattoos was looking at him )). “hey,” chase let out a breath when she picked up, “um, it’s chasen...i kind of need a favor.”

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lcyalty​:

𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄. he turned his head at the sound of andrea’s voice and presence in the room, looking away to reach down for his pants and tug them up and onto his hips. normally he would’ve left on his own accord as soon as they’d finished doing their thing, but it carried on longer than expected and they’d both been too exhausted for their get the hell out powers to activate, so here he was, he supposed. “ you’ve got a lot of ‘em, ” he commented idly. three brothers might not seem a lot to her, maybe, but to him, who only had one older sister, it seemed like too much – especially when he thought about his house (not even a house) back home, how cramped he could imagine it being if there were two more siblings of his there with him. he snorted softly at the story, running a hand through his hair as he glanced around for his shirt. “ he sounds like a menace. ” sticks almost made the stupid mistake of telling her about the time clem used up almost all of the hotspot data so he couldn’t play his video games because he’d called her a (in his coveted opinion) not that bad word and she’d gotten pissed, so he instead tried to diverge the topic away from family and towards more realistic things. like, you know, literally anything else. “ i didn’t mean to like, stare, ” he said, leaning down with a grunt to grab his shirt, “ that probably looked mad fucking creepy to walk in on. ”

it wasn’t like this was the first time they’d had a conversation, but it felt a different in the soft light of dawn instead of the harsh lighting in his office or the lobby. if she wasn’t careful, they might actually get know each other. “three too many,” andrea hummed, the corner of her mouth quirking into a small smirk. of course, she wouldn’t ever admit it, even under the threat of death, but she wouldn’t trade any of her brothers for the whole world with a side of chicharrones (( even if they could be the most obnoxious, overbearing idiots in the universe )). “you’re welcome to borrow one anytime, no charge,” she teased, glacing at him over the rim of her mug as she took a sip of coffee. drea brushed her fingers through her sex and sleep mussed hair and crossed her legs as she studied the back of his head for a moment. “unless you have annoying brothers of your own?” usually, andrea made it a habit not to ask her hookups personal questions, but she also usually woke up alone. what exactly did you do with a boy when you weren’t fucking them? she certainly didn’t have much experience with it. snorting, she tossed her hair over her shoulder and smirked, “it was very blair witch of you, but i guess i’ll let it slide ‘cause i’m not really a morning person, either.”