#fearhermind

[ragegrove]

*  /  CONTINUED  FROM  HERE  &  @fearhermind  .

         eyes study her face for a moment, his other personality hasn’t decided to shift out with this one yet and grab her face out of a spark of anger for acting like a jackass. then again, he’s the jackass for being mr. charming with the diner’s waitress just to make elena jealous on purpose. even if she was an older woman, like forty or something that looked only thirty. scoffing when she looks away, the camaro idling outside on the downtown street from the diner. holding his cigarette out the open window, rock station turned louder. he isn’t going anywhere yet. “god-- what’s your problem? are we PMSing again?” he knows that’s a line that always pisses girls off, and that’s exactly why he’s using it.

[exxplodeseven]

@fearhermind // im sorry you’re getting 1 more thread w/me if u want it

              He didn’t expect anyone to come into the empty classroom. He’d left the light off on purpose and the door closed to make it look as if it might be locked. Surprise, surprise that someone would take the time to check it. Chai was sat upon the back table, the only person in a room of empty chairs. He stared at the other girl for a second. A tired little smile draws itself over his face.

                           “Did ya need a hiding spot, too? Think there’s room f’two, s’alright.”

[dcnouement]

𝙉𝙀𝙒 𝙋𝙀𝙊𝙋𝙇𝙀 𝙒𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝙊𝙁𝙏𝙀𝙉 𝙉𝙀𝙀𝘿𝙀𝘿 𝘼𝙏 𝙇𝙄𝘽𝙀𝙍𝙏𝙔. so  when  justin  spotted  the  brunette  walking  around?  he  had  to  approach  her.  ❝  how  are  you  liking  liberty  so  far?  ❞  he  asked  with  a  smile,  determined  to  make  her  new  girl  experience  better  than  hannah’s,  ❝  i  know  its  not  much...  but  its  ours.  ❞

𝙀𝙈𝙊𝙅𝙄  𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙀𝙍  𝘾𝘼𝙇𝙇.  (  @fearhermind  )

[lifeunravelled-blog1]

@fearhermind / billy

‘ I’m looking for the arcade, don’t suppose a pretty girl like you would know where I could find it ’ hanging from the '79 Camaro Billy gives a charming smile, enough to blind the sun, and hopes to god that it would work. Shit town USA had been the last place on the map that anyone wanted to visit let alone live and yet here he was - pretending like it was all fine by doing what he does best. If anything there was plenty to keep his time occupied and not any competition to withhold it either. The top of the sunglasses come down, enough to show off innocent baby blues.

[selfregicide]

@fearhermind // cont. from here.

              He might not have understood why she reacted the way she did, but Steve knew a panic attack when he saw one. A year ago he probably still would have jumped into pull her out, but he might not have been so understanding. He’d heard the rumors. There were plenty of them in school that he often ignored most of them, but this? Well, it gave validity to some claims. Not that he was going to ask. Steve had had his share of panic attack over the past year-- most of them confined to the quiet solitude of his own house. And they sucked. 

              He wished someone would be around. 

              Which was why he was still say with her when the party was still going. He can’t imagine the whispers that are gonna occur because of this. But it’s fine. Whatever. Who gave a shit about rumors anyway? She was having a really bad night and he’d be damned if he just left her there. 

                           “Okay,” he said, even though he really wanted to get a towel to dry off and maybe get her a towel to dry her off. “I’ll stay as long as you need.”

[dcdger]

@fearhermind // gets a starter!

             he stops himself in mid track and walks backwards to peer behind him. he peers over and looks at the woman. he thinks he’s seen her before, but he keeps his face stern. he grips his reading material between his fingers. “hey -- you okay?” 

[jigscw]

SHE’S FRIENDS WITH FRANK.  which means she’s around. the designated third  ( fourth? )  wheel to the castle family fun times to keep him entertained. she hates it.  ( him. )  he can tell that much, but it doesn’t stop it from being enjoyable. at the very least, he likes seeing the lengths she’ll go to in an effort to avoid him. like now, when her nose is buried in her phone, pretending he doesn’t exist while frank and maria watch the kids on the carousel. grabbing his drink, he moves silently over to her, approaching from behind, smirking when she doesn’t immediately bolt for the nearest distraction.  ❝ drink? ❞  the smile only widens when he sees her react, that small jump, the subsequent annoyance, the obvious debate between wanting to flee and not wanting to be impolite. arm draping lazily around her shoulders, he offers up his half-finished soda, knowing full well she won’t take it.  ❝ i didn’t poison it. ❞  he promises, smiling again.         /          @fearhermind   +   that thing we kinda talked about.

[touchwounds-blog]

     he blinks. while he wasn’t new to the possibility of magic, and people in capes running around the city ---- this was a bit different. it might take a bit of adjusting on his part to readily believe what she’s saying. ‘  ------ i ... right. gotcha. this isn’t an episode of punk’d right?  ’

@fearhermind.