* BADA BING / BADA BOOM !

original character / temp. dash only / by mads

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 violentstarved.

        he thinks the entire thing is funny, it makes her glare sharpen by a small degree. irritated, she pulls at the phone one more time before she gives up - if jacob set his mind to something, he would definitely go through with doing it, no matter how small. still, she does not let go - she’s stubborn in that regard, there’s a lot of things that still have claw marks on them from how tightly she can hold onto things. with jacob, he makes it a little more difficult, makes her too pliant too fast for her to put up much fuss. 

        catch her dead before she admits that though. 

        her grip loosens for a moment as he lowers the phone. veronica instinctively locks her jaw at his words, she usually does when it comes to things like this. he could be really good with his words, each one rolls off his tongue easily. the darkness of his eyes doesn’t help, drags over her face to read her expression for a moment. her shoulders lift subtly in their typical defensive manner, her fingers have gone slack around the receiver now. 

         ❛ you’re such a– ❜

        deserves - deserves what exactly? to be treated by him. it’s an almost foreign concept that he tries to drill into their everyday conversations, and she can’t deny that it makes her uncomfortable. but it makes her a little bashful too ( makes her feel like a teenager or some shit ). she doesn’t know if he’s being honest or not, if he really thought about her so much throughout the day, or if he was just bullshitting to see if she would let it go. 

        either way–

        now she’s looking away, reaches up with her free hand to push her hair back from her face. she avoids his stare by pulling away entirely and pressing her back firmly against the sofa, ❛ do what you want then. ❜

            this is the result nearly every time.  he says something with a little feeling  &  she’s quick to withdraw into herself.  quick to put up her defenses.  quick to avert her gaze. . .   he understands but it doesn’t necessarily mean he’s dispirited by it.  if anything it makes him want to try harder.  to let her know he truly means what he says.  it isn’t bullshit ,  never has been.         the phone is free but it stays forgotten in his lap as he watches her shift away ,  as she pushes her hair from her face as a distraction to what he’s said.  the tenseness of her muscles is not missed either ,  his lips pressing faintly in thought.

             for a long moment he says nothing to her words before he reaches out ,  his free hand placed between her shoulders  -  smoothed up the back of her neck  &  down again.  it’s endearing  (  &  a little sad  )  but he loves her for it all the same.  wouldn’t change a single thing about her.   he uses the knee closest to hers ,  nudges faintly at her own as the smile creeps its way back over his features.       besides ,  despite the cold shoulder he knows deep down she cares about him too.  he’s got no need to force her to confirm it ,  he feels it every time she’s around.

            ‘ c’mon ,  veronica ,  it ain’t hard to believe.  i mean ,  look at ya? ‘  the hand no longer holding the phone lifts to her face ,  fingertips caught at the edge of her chin.  he doesn’t force her to turn her head though ,  instead he leans forward ,  lips caught at the edge of her mouth once more.  he doesn’t linger ,  mouth moved until it rests just shy of her ear.  he presses another kiss ,  two.  ‘ you were already gone when i got up this morning.  i’ve missed you since yesterday ,  yanno? ’  he leans a few inches back ,  lets the hand at her chin fall to his lap again.  ‘ it’ll be nice to eat dinner together after a long day. ’

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 violentstarved.

        you gotta be fucking kidding. 

        his arms are longer than hers, she has to stretch farther to try and grab the receiver again. no such luck, she turns her head, hair catching onto the corner of her mouth before she uses her free hand to brush it away. this almost causes her to lose her balance, and she grips his knee tighter. 

        the whine in his voice makes her face him properly, eyes narrowing in an almost threatening manner. she feels a little silly, like she’s doing this tug of war that she knows that she will not win, ❛ i can pay for my own fucking fried rice, asshole. ❜ veronica mutters, even though she’d said before that she clearly didn’t want anything. she manages to get a hold of the phone again, a few buttons are pressed with her grip. 

         ❛ you waited to come here, where there’s no fuckin’ food, to complain about bein’ hungry. y’think at all? ❜ even as she speaks, she doesn’t pull on the phone any harder, resting back on her haunches.

            the wrinkle of her nose is endearing ,  the soft furrow of her brow.  he can’t fight the slightest of amusement that makes its way back across his features at the sight of it.  as she leans further against him to keep her hold on the phone tight.   beep.  beep.   dark eyes glance briefly from her face to the receiver held between their hands.  of course she’d gotten the buttons because he hadn’t made it a priority to cover them.   he shakes his head ,  fights the faint  ( amused )  roll of his eyes at her under breath mutterings.  ‘ never said y’couldn’t ,  babe.  i just wanted t’treat you ,  yanno?  ‘cause you deserve it. ’   

             yet she’s still carrying on ,  giving all bark with not even the faintest intention of biting.  she can say what she wants ,  can act like she’s really annoyed but he knows her better than that by now.  he has learned to read between the lines of what she says  &  what she means.  after all of the shit she’s been through ,  she’s grown tough.  likes to portray herself as the immovable object. . .   &  he doesn’t mind it.  doesn’t feel the need to call her out on it because he’s comfortable fitting to her needs.     /    the hand still around her shoulders falls further over her ,  pulls her closer to him as he simultaneously scoots towards her.

             ‘ wanted t’eat with you though ,  ronnie.  it’s been a long day ,  yanno? ‘  he dips his head ,  pulls both of their hands down  &  towards his lap with the phone to make it easier.  they’re inches apart though it feels like miles.  he can hear the sound of her breathing ,  feel the warmth of her breath across his lips.      his eyes wander over the details of her face before coming to rest upon her own once more.  ‘ was just thinkin’ about seein’ you more than anything else t’day.  guess i was distracted. ’

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 violentstarved.

        his warmth is a little too nice - it always is, veronica sometimes finds herself missing it ( and that’s fucking stupid ). she’s distracted for a moment, almost misses his movement when he goes for the phone. almost immediately, veronica is opening her mouth to protest, pausing only for a moment when he lists off options. 

        it doesn’t sound half bad at the moment - she has to remind herself that she isn’t hungry. or at least, doesn’t feel hungry, ❛ you gonna eat all that food yourself? ❜

        ❛ are you listening… ❜ unfortunately, the words die fast on her tongue when he leans closer again, and she barely blinks before he’s kissing her again ( it’s a little nice, like his warmth. annoying too how quickly she falls back into it ). 

        after a moment, she makes more of a face, reaching over to try and pull the phone from his grasp before he can finish dialing. half of her body weight passes over his when she does so, managing to wrap her fingers around the phone and tug, ❛ hey, moron. this is my fuckin’ phone. ❜

            the twist of her features isn’t a denial  &  he takes it as a silent victory as his thumb hesitates over the call button  -   yet before he can press it she’s reaching.  she leans ,  shifts until her weight is firm against his side ,  one hand rested on his thigh for leverage ,  the other outstretched for the phone. . .   &  he’s momentarily distracted by it ,  by her.  the warmth of her hand on his leg ,  the smell of her shampoo.              the tug of the receiver in his grasp draws him back to the reality at literal hand.  he gives a pull of his own ,  attempting to outstretch past her reach as lips tug into a full pout.  he’s sure to emphasize the whine in his tone as he speaks.

            ‘ but baaabe. ’  there’s a difference between her true anger  &  this ,  in his opinion ,  playful banter.  &  this is fun.  normal.  becoming more commonplace as the days swirl into weeks  &  on into months.  after long days doing business with his cousins he looks forward to this routine.  it’s not always done in the same way but the feeling is there every time.  a warmness that spreads throughout his entire sense of being.  that reminds him of the one he gets when he visits his mothers home.  

             he leans closer ,  wonders if kissing her will distract her or earn him a swift punch to the shoulder for his efforts. . .   more than likely.  he goes for the original approach ,  pulls a face of his own that looks every bit like a puppy who’s been kicked.   ‘ i’m starvin’.  besides ,  it’s my treat tonight. ’

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 violentstarved.

        he follows her, because OF COURSE he does, and she twists along the couch, in an attempt to create more room between them, but there’s no point in that. soon after, she’s pressed familiarly against his side - if she really wanted to get away from him, she would have put up more of an effort. 

        veronica keeps a defensive look towards him though, her expression soon falls ( and then softens ), her skin prickles under his eyes, and when he leans in, veronica does not shy away from the kiss.

        she wrinkles her nose some at pizza, ❛ chinese. but i already said i don’t want any. ❜

            she settles against him ,  doesn’t shy away from the kiss  &  he can’t deny it makes him feel good.  makes him feel like everything he does for her is worth it for moments like this.  for the opportunity to sit comfortably at her side.  his grin broadens at the sight of the wrinkle of her nose.  cute.  even though he won’t say it out loud.  wouldn’t dare chance ruining all of this to note something so trivial. . .   in her opinion at least.     dark eyes glace to the home phone on the table beside her  &  he leans the arm over her shoulder further to remove it from the hook.   his grin turns to one of triumph when he meets her eyes again.  

             ‘ sweet  &  sour chicken?  friend rice?  we can share. ’  he ignores her protest.  despite what she says now he knows she’ll want to eat when it arrives.  besides ,  those are two of her favorites.        /       perhaps daring of him ,  he leans in for a second kiss.  properly ,  full on the lips yet he only lingers a few seconds before he’s handing off the phone into his free one ,  thumb pressed against the buttons with a practiced flourish.  ‘ orange soda too? ’

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 violentstarved.

        warmth bleeds through her clothes when he presses his weight alongside her. but - she doesn’t find it as annoying as she used to, she presses her lips together, scooting to the side to try and create some type of distance between them. veronica does not get far, the couch is only a two-seater. 

        ❛ mmm, ❜ she pretends to consider her answer, ❛ cereal. ❜

             she scoots away  &  he follows ,  takes the opportunity to slide his arm over her shoulders when she halts at the end of the couch.  she likes her space ,  boundaries but he’s learned when to test them  &  when to not.  now it seems is a decent time to do so.  after all ,  she didn’t get up ,  she didn’t walk away.  he pulls her against his side ,  not too hard but enough to get comfortable.  he feels himself lean forward ,  allows a grin to overtake his features as he meets her gaze with a playful one of his own.

             ‘ that doesn’t sound very appetizin’ ,  babe. ‘  he lingers an inch or so away ,  dark eyes dropped to the tight press of her lips.  his own hook a little higher at the edges in response.  he closes the distance ,  steals a kiss from the corner of her mouth before settling back against the cushions.  ‘ i can call for chinese   -   or pizza. ’

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 livedbig.

    c’mooon, jake. we’re friends, you can call me rick. 

             friends ?  y’sure about that?  can’t remember any of our encounters bein’ particularly friendly.  i’d say we’re more like  acquaintances  when the occasion demands it.

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 violentstarved.

        she shrugs almost listlessly, darts her eyes down for a moment. when she speaks, there’s a drone in her voice, drawing out each word,  ❛ i already ate. ❜

             ‘ awwh ,  without me? ’  he leans the rest of his way into her space ,  his weight pressed against her firm as his mouth falls into a pout.  he’s not entirely disappointed. . .   but it doesn’t mean he entirely believes her either.  he was hard pressed to get her to eat at times.    she could just be saying that.     ‘ what’d y’have?  lemme vicariously live through ya while i starve. ’    

                                           he drops a hand to his stomach ,  nose scrunched up to emphasize the point.

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 livedbig.

     y’know? i would LOVE to meet your dad, just to see where you get all your charm from. 

             ‘m sure y’would.  better company t’keep than the popov rats  you  do.   especially if y’think this is me bein’ charming ,  patrick.  hate for ya t’catch me on a bad day.

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 violentstarved.

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wanna get takeout?

        she doesn’t move from her spot. 

        ❛ not hungry. ❜

             ‘ no? ’  there’s a faint raise of his brows at her confession ,  his weight leaned over to her side of the couch , just shy of resting against her arm.  ‘ why’s that ,  babe ? ’

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 livedbig.

     just the usual–dad never loved me thing. y’get it, right? 

             actually   -  ‘m pretty well accomplished ‘far as my fathers concerned.  sorry yer the only disappointment here right now ,  i just don’t understand what it’s like ,  yanno ?  bein’ disappointin’ ain’t my forte. 

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            @livedbig​  there’a reason yer such an asshole all the time?

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straight up sits in his lap, straddles him.

            a brow raises ,  the edges of his mouth pulled in a grin.  it’s not often ronnie is the one to make the first move but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy when she does.  palms lay flat against her hips ,  heavy then slide down to rest over the curve of her ass.  he gives a squeeze ,  uses the leverage to pull her closer to him.   his head drops against the back of the couch ,  grin spreading with each passing second.

            ‘ hey ,  babe. ’  he breathes the words ,  hips shifted to help accommodate her sitting.  more comfortable for the  both  of them.    /    jacob reaches up with his right hand ,  tucks a length of hair from her face behind her ear to better see her eyes.  his hand lingers ,  thumb brushed over the shell of her ear.  his tone is teasing as he continues on ,  ‘ what’s the occasion? ’

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what is it called when u kill a friend

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homiecide

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            this fuckin’ guy.