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@stitchxmars
angel-perrie:
She reacted to his touch instinctively, arching her body against his chest with a playful grin. Always that ever coquettish simper. As he dropped his shirt, she wasted no time leaving him bare chested behind her as she crossed the hall to her room, as she walked past Stanley’s door, she felt a flooding of guilt, knowing that her brothers would be bitterly disappointed in her. But she was in too deep. No matter how many times she promised to get back on the horse, her relapse was always at her heels. Never trust a Junkie, she’d told them. She tugged her sock drawer open, her room as chaotic as ever as she tugged the baggie free, turning to the door, waggling it between her finger tips. Her fingers already began to tremble, her body alive and thrumming with knowledge it would soon have it’s fix. She didn’t know where her straws were, instead reaching for the crumpled note in her jean pockets as she tried to straighten it between her fingers. “It’s the good shit. Got it from Trevor himself and not one of his dogs.”
He flopped down onto the floor, resting his elbow on his knee as his gaze flickered between her and the baggie between her slender fingers as he watched her return. “Good-- that last lot wasn’t the greatest, I wasn’t in the mood to go at it with one of Mutt’s hounds over it--” he growled under his breath, wondering how much of their shit they laced with god knows what and thinking that they were dumb enough to not question it. He watched her eagerly, tugging an errant dark curl at the back of his neck as she pulled the note from her pocket, shaking a little with the prospect of getting that little hit he wanted, no, needed.
eve-droid:
She stood stock still, only for a moment. As her mind caught up with her body, she scooped the discarded jacket from the ground, holding it out in front of her. “Lose something?”
He winked at the brunette as he grabbed his jacket, “Thank you darlin’ “ he replied with a chuckle, slipping the jacket over his frame as he studied the girl. “Did you need help with anythin’?”
angel-perrie:
Angel greedily pressed her lips to his in reciprocation, knowing that his will was waning under her tricks. She knew she was a infectious weed. She always had been. Such a pretty flower, she smelled so sweet and before you knew what was happening you’d already been poisoned. What was another conclusion when the same fate fell upon anyone that laid a hand on her. She had a remarkable way of bringing out the worst in people. “And you can just blame their wicked little sister and they’ll understand completely.” She offered. “Five minutes for a line, another seven for a fuck, two to clean up and you’ll be down to rehearsal before they even expect us to show.”
His resolve to leave and go to rehearsal was long gone, lost as his fingers slipped beneath her shirt and trailed along her spine. “What are we waiting for then?” he replied with a growl, his lips trailing along her jawline and down to her collar bone before pulling away, dropping his shirt to the bed where he hadn’t attempted to even put the clothing on. Why bother, considering if he had his way they would be sans clothing shortly.
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Stitch Mars being an adorable dork [x]
angel-perrie:
Angel laughed playfully as he tugged her to his chest, her grin taunting on her lips. She was comfortable in his grip, they were always this insufferable. Hands all over each other like a couple of teenagers. As he leaned in, her breathing hitched, ready for the sensation of his lips only to have the shirt pulled from her finger tips. With a pout she pulled him closer again, pinching his cheek. “So am I, let’s be later.” She coaxed, her fingers running down his chest. “I ‘ave some bump from Mutt in my room, we always sound better with it.”
He growled playfully at the pinch to his cheek, wrapping an arm around her waist as the other moved to twist his fingers into her hair and pulling her lips back to his to steal a kiss to appease her before he heard her words with a sigh. “I’ve been late every day this week--” he protested weakly, his resolve already slipping as he felt the familiar tug of longing, though whether it was at the prospect of lingering a little longer with her or the little gift from Mutt, he wasn’t so sure.
INXS - “Never Tear Us Apart” I was standing, you were there. Two worlds colliding, and they could neevr tear us apart.
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angel-perrie:
The blonde picked up the jacket, running it through her fingers thoughtfully as she took a slight step closer, her body tensed playfully. “I don’t know, Rock Star. What’ll ya’ give me?”
Shit eating grin still firmly in place he leant forward, hooking his finger through the belt loop of her jeans and yanking her forward until his lips were inches from hers. His eyes flickered across her face, hungrily taking in every detail as he did every time she was in his company. “Well, that depends... --” she muttered, leaning forward until the last moment when he grabbed the jacket and tucked it from her grip with a chuckle. “I’m late for rehearsal Angel...”
waltertondisneyrp:
Stefan “Stitch” Mars | Stitch | FC: Kit Harington | Age: 22 | Bus Boy/ Musician | OPEN
“L-lo-lost… I’m lost.”
Early Life:
Stefan Mars, the oldest of the Mars brothers was born with a business man for a father and beauty product salesman for a mother meaning he grew up in a fairly conservative family from the modest side of Walterton. Only a year later the family purchased a home in one of the “outsider” area’s as the houses were double but for half the price to make up for the neighbourhood. Stefan didn’t know it at the time but it was too make room for the birth of his new brother Robert. Stefan didn’t mind growing up in that area however, he’d often enjoyed the company of outsider boys to insider, they were a little more rough and tumble. Something he apparently enjoyed when he joined the wrestling team, showing a lot of promise until he suffered a shoulder injury.
After being taken out of his sport and spending an extensive period of time indoors with his injury, he began to show interest in poetry or more accurately song writing. Stefan attended Walterton High, where he met Stanley Perrie the two quickly becoming good friends. With their close knit friendship in full swing, Stefan and Stanley would spend a lot of time jamming in one another’s garage with Stanley’s brothers. Stanley then convinced Mars to join his band, Surgical Silence, alongside his older brother Aiden and classmate Danny.
It wasn’t long after forming his band that his youngest sibling and only sister was hit by a car, killing the girl after three days in ICU. Each family member took her death in a different way, yet all of them mourned deeply, causing them to grow apart rather than band together in their time of need. The brothers that had been so close drifted and became strangers and the parents that were so incredibly in love couldn’t be in the same room as one another without arguing, leading to their divorce only a year later. Robert left with his mother whilst Stefan remained with his father, a move he’d regret in his later years.
During his time of mourning, Stefan could hardly stand to be around his band mates, his own best friends. They couldn’t understand the heart ache of losing someone so close, losing blood, it was impossible for them to grasp losing the other. So he shut him self off, locking himself away until Andie barged into his home yelling something about her brother’s losing their minds over some stupid band. The girl had a reputation, even Stefan had seen Aiden dragging her through the front door hissing and kicking after some wild night out but when she noticed his state she was soft, quiet, kind. She helped him. Everyday she would come over, they would sing together, building Stefan back up until one day he showed up in the Perrie’s garage, guitar and microphone in hand as he grinned expectantly. And like that, the band was back together. Neither Andie nor Stefan spoke of what happened, preferring to share knowing smiles.
Present Day:
Nobody expected local Walterton kids to get anywhere in the music industry, after all no one had before them. But oddly enough what started off as three boys in garage calling themselves Surgical Silence had evolved into a band now known as The Experiments. Receiving mass attention in their home town it seems to have sparked a reaction from other places around the world, getting more follows and shares and likes globally, their first single even ranking on itunes. Most speculate the bands success to they onstage presence, their live performances supplying something their single could not, the atmosphere that was Stefan Mars. Or as he was now known, Stitch. He warranted the nickname after smashing a mans face in against the bar at one of their performances for grabbing at the struggling Andie, not knowing he was searching for his drug money that she owed him. The man needed twelves stitches across his face. Stitch became the main spokesperson for the band due to the attention he received from fans everywhere. He was the archetypal rock showman. He exuded an overtly sexual, macho cool with his long locks, and lithe and exuberant stage movements, bringing the feelings of 80’s to 90’s rock back to mainstream music.
His bandmates, however, maintain he was more introverted than his on-stage persona. Then again they’d never witnessed his bender’s with Andie, now known as Angel, the bands usual guest and his best friend since the infamous day that she walked in swearing like a sailor at him. Stitch should have known not to get involved with her. Everyone warned him over and over that she could drag even the best of men down, but what if they were already down before she got the chance? It was his constant question to himself as the two screamed at each other, throwing things in his apartment, always arguing about something, even occasionally something as small as what they were getting for lunch. This behaviour only got worse when she pulled him into the drug crowd, insisting that it would be alright, that nothing bad would happen. However Stitch began to lose grasp over what he was doing with his life, his songs were a little bit darker, his behaviour a little more volatile as he battled between his good side and his demons, wondering which side was the persona.
The situation with his family has only worsened with time, something that Angel speculates is a key factor in Stitch’s spiraling. He no longer spoke to his mother, rarely his brother and to describe his father in a few words all you would have to do is point out the way he throws empty bottles around his home like he used to throw the football with his son’s. But long gone were the days of Stitch’s babysitting, too preoccupied in his battle with his Sid and Nancy life style, desperate for normality but too vain to ever give it up.
Friends: Stanley “Sparky” Perrie, Andie “Angel” Perrie, Aiden “Ace” Perrie, Genevieve “Gigi” Mertle, Danny “Dipper” Mertle
Enemies: TBA
INSIDER | OUTSIDER | LIMBO
angel-perrie:
Angel eyed his torso with no shame before crossing her arms neatly. “I think I’m good just standin’ here, honestly.”
He smirked a little at the sight of Angel, “Come now Angel face--” he replied smoothly, “You really goin’ to be mean and not help me?”
“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to make yourself useful and pass me that jacket?” he muttered, sliding the shirt over his torso.