#etvdes

[sunliights]

a continuation of here for @etvdes

"oh." glancing down, it was quite obvious this wasn't something from rowan's usual wardrobe. she couldn't help but feel totally pathetic that today of all days is one where she's chosen to reach for something that belongs to her ex. grey must think she's some sort of crazy, obsessed ex-girlfriend or something. "i can give it back to you," she offered up casually, lifting her shoulders in a shrug like it didn't matter. it shouldn't. they were over. "uh... maybe not right now, though? i have on this like baby-tee underneath and it's not really weather appropriate. i could wash it and get it back to you?"

[redemptioninterlude]

★⸺ ATTN: @etvdes gets a new follower starter !

rue gets like, a lot of stuff wrong when she's out on her own for the first time. it's not like she means to like, fuck everything up at once, it's just... it feels as if suddenly, everything gets out of hand. like, all the lies, the pretending, the coping, the DRUGS, oh, the drugs, everything collides in a spectacular display of chaos... and like, nobody's clapping, everyone's worried, and she knows at the end of the day, when she's looking up and over the absolute wreckage she'd caused, that for some, like her mother... there was no coming back from this. her ticket's been punched, her chances used up, and this time there isn't an apology she could give to even sway her little sister in her corner. well. wasn't that deserved? it's hard not to feel the loathing hit, when you knew that so much of how they felt, what they'd done, was fair... even when she fucking really wished it wasn't.

grey is like. kind of a godsent? like, is that weird to feel? they meet at a show, almost in fleeting passage. it's one of those ones where frankly, rue was only there because hey, who didn't love a party, but more importantly, she was like, so fucking behind on what she owed her dealer at the time, and had to like, flip a few things there to get him off her back. it was going to be like, SO QUICK, an in and out, but of course... nothing's ever easy, is it? it feels awkward getting seen doing something like that, but hey, it's not as if she was in the position to be prideful. sometimes, you had to do what you had to do. that's survival. that doesn't hold for long, though, and soon, even when rue wasn't at all the shows, they still talked. like on a night like tonight, where the cold could bite at your fingertips, she's smoking a joint outside, feeling the familiar creep of the downwards of her high. this shit's too weak. fuck. rue's about to head back in when she caught sight of a familiar face, a smile ringing loose along her lips. "oh shit, grey. it's been a while, holy fuck-" rue laughs, pushing her hair back, sending sparks flying along the cement. "shit! fuck. um. want a hit?" a peace offering - sorry. she knew she was a fucking mess.

★— ATTN: @etvdes

[prisonofbone-arch]

@etvdes said 3 for winona & rikkie!

snow  kept  drifting  past  the  wide  lodge  windows,  a  quiet  curtain  of  white  that  made  the  whole  world  feel  hushed  and  far  away.  she’d  bundled  herself  in  one  of  the  oversized  sweaters  rikkie  claimed  she  didn’t  need  to  pack  but  had  tossed  into  the  suitcase  anyway,  with  soft  wool  swallowing  her  hands  as  she  hovered  near  the  stone  fireplace.  warmth  licked  at  her  shins;  everything  else  stayed  chilled,  from  her  pink-tipped  nose  to  the  place  between  her  shoulder  blades  where  the  draft  kept  sneaking  in.  she  could  hear  rikkie  moving  in  the  little  kitchen  nook  behind  her—mugs  clinking,  kettle  humming—and  the  sound  settled  over  her  in  a  way  that  made  her  chest  tighten.  being  snowed  in  wasn’t  the  plan,  but  being  stuck  here  with  her  felt…  almost  INDULGENT. she  rubbed  her  arms,  pretending  it  helped,  and  let  her  gaze  wander  to  the  balcony  doors,  half-fogged  with  frost.  the  storm  had  come  in  fast;  the  road  was  gone  under  a  shapeless  blanket,  and  the  lodge  staff  had  shrugged  an  apology  hours  ago.  well,  at  least  they  weren’t  alone.  she  breathed  out,  watching  the  faint  trail  form  in  the  air,  and  tried  not  to  smile  too  much  when  she  felt  rikkie’s  presence  behind  her  that  close  enough  to  radiate  heat  and  make  her  want  to  lean  back  entirely.  “i’m  freezing,”  she  murmured,  half-complaint  and  invitation,  because  being  together  didn’t  make  asking  for  comfort  any  easier.  still,  she  tilted  her  head,  already  softening.  “you’re  gonna  have  to  save  me  from  hypothermia  or  whatever.”

[totalhcnesty]

CONTINUED FROM here ! (@etvdes)

"okay, so what was so important that you stood me up?" aaliyah raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. "i wanna know what was so important that you basically forgot about me and everything we had planned." she let out a small sigh, looking down. "you really think it felt good sitting there alone?" her voice was much quieter.

[fauxpunks]

closed starter for @etvdes !

"do you ever have any legit fun? like, something someone normal would find fun?"

[heavenstrvck]

for @etvdes || continued from here || constance & casey

she has to bite back a smile, almost tasting blood on the inside of her cheek at casey's reaction. to be fair, constance had only asked to tease her ex, not to provoke a full meltdown. but maybe she'd picked the wrong moment, with everyone ready to ask them questions, eyes on them soon. "alright, relax, i was kidding. wanted to know what you were up to since uh, you know." since the break-up, since she'd done the stupid thing and ignored her own no fucking around with your teammates rule. and here they were. not quite teammates, on rival teams but forced to sit next to each other. her eyebrow raised at the accusation, and she tilted her head. "i'm not rubbing anything in your face. you don't have to watch the insta stories, just so you know. not my fault hockey's popular with the ladies." her face morphed back into her usual, relaxed, playful smirk. "don't pretend like you've taken a vow of abstinence or some shit. you must have girls lining up for you too, case."

[brokensbcys]

closed starter: @etvdes

Mimi walked beside Tyler as they made their way back toward the hotel room—at least, that was where they were supposedly headed, though she knew better than anyone that plans had a habit of shifting, especially with her; she wasn’t the type who needed structure to enjoy herself, and spontaneity usually suited her far better anyway. The warm night air buzzed around them as she launched into yet another rant about her friends, the ones she’d slowly been drifting from, her words spilling out in animated waves. After a few minutes, she glanced over and pulled a playful face in their direction, the corners of her mouth lifting mischievously. “Earth to Ty, did you hear anything I said just then?” she teased, nudging them lightly as they walked, knowing full well she’d been rambling but also secretly hoping they'd been paying closer attention than she thought.

[peachfvzz]

CLOSED STARTER for @etvdes

she'd overdone it. but that was the charlie way, wasn't it? say she'll bring snacks only to come carrying two picnic baskets, looking like she was ready to audition for some indie film about a complicated woman who expressed her feelings through carefully curated charcuterie. the first basket had fresh cut kiwi, strawberries, mango, and a selection of juices. the second was somehow heavier, all thanks to the cookies, bread she'd baked that morning, quesadillas, and cold cuts arranged in a way that definitely didn't matter but also kind of did. or it did to charlie. and no chicken, obviously. because rikkie said she didn't eat it. not that this was about rikkie specifically or anything.

if anyone asked, she'd say this was normal. this was what she did, which was technically true. charlie always went overboard and cared too much about things that didn't require caring. but, the special care she'd taken, the way she worried about what rikkie might like while standing in her kitchen in the morning? that part she didn't wanna think about, especially not now that she was struggling under the weight of the massive picnic baskets and the bag that couldn't stop sliding down her shoulder. and thanks to her feet sinking in the sand, everything felt a thousand pounds heavier.