#jawbrkrs

[deryapinar]

"staying  friends  is  not  necessary,  i  have  enough  friends  already" / @jawbrkrs

[deathrcll]

➙ @jawbrkrs a continuation from here.

❛ it looked decent, last time. ❜ the closest she would come to an outright compliment towards him, voice steady as a calm pond. the neutrality, keeping him at a distance as much as allowed when their daughter kept them in constant hover around each other and would for the rest of their lives. it should've been just that — done and over with, child in the car and bag handed off like the world's fastest baton pass. the brevity that they'd gotten their exchanges down to something quinn was grateful for that day, until he spoke again. the joke was like pebble to glass, her polished façade hairline fracturing. she inhales once, slowly, like she typically did before she put one of her best people on a problem that needed to be squashed under her heel, the image of perfection back in a second. ❛ i shouldn't have sent that. i apologize for the lack of boundary and the inappropriateness. a long day and too much wine. it won't happen again. ❜ somehow, she'd make sure of it despite the prior times that one of them had slipped up to never be spoken of again; until now. even if she had to hand over her phone to one of her most trusted people, but she didn't need that. she had more restraint than to get swept up in a white wine and memories of feeling wanted on a deeper level and start typing again like she was some school girl.

[hcrrormovie]

" so are you two serious? this is the third or fourth time you've brought her here? " maybe it had been more than that. nicolet wasn't sure what happens in the bar when she isn't around. she does often find herself wondering if he shows up as often during hours that she wasn't working. " i guess i should say congratulations if you are? " nicolet knew it is her own foolish fault for pushing percy away, and now she possibly has to live with that choice. why couldn't she have just accepted the fact that they both clearly wanted each other instead of acting like it was the possible worse thing in the world that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. || @jawbrkrs ||

[totalhcnesty]

CONTINUED FROM here! (@jawbrkrs)

aaliyah was feeling a mixture of things, but the two top things that she was feeling were idiotic and a little heartbroken. someone she was interested in had kissed someone else, and now, here she was, and she had every opportunity to slam the door in her face. however, she wasn't, which shocked even herself. why? because of one thing. "why'd you do it?" aaliyah asked, her voice now much more quiet. "why did you kiss someone else?"

[litmoons-a]

“   look,   you   have   to   leave.   i   have   a   game   tonight   and   i   can’t   deal   with   this   right   now.   this   was   never   supposed   to   happen   again,   we’re   over.   ”

[khaleesiie]

@jawbrkrs continued from here. ♡

breath comes in shallow, uneven bursts, and every inhale feels like it scrapes against her ribs, every exhale like it might be her last. the whisper of his voice should calm her, but all it does is make her pulse quicken, the raw panic clawing at her throat. "i didn't— i don't understand," she stammers, her voice barely a whisper, trembling fingers clutching the torn fabric of her dress. "your sister, she —" her words break off into a quiet sob, the memory flashing behind her eyes. the gunshot, the maid's scream cut too short, the way his sister smiled through it. honeyed hues snaps back to him, and she's not sure if she can trust him but knows she doesn't have another choice. "the stables — you're sure?" her voice wavers, slightly but she takes a step closer anyway. "okay," small palm reaches out before she can think, fingers brushing his arm almost hesitantly. "please."

[sunliights]

a continuation of here for @jawbrkrs

"this is fucked, nel." rowan has always been a bit inclined to panic in any given stressful situations and that has her worried. turning over every inch of her memory from that evening just to see if there's something that she missed. when she doesn't come up with anything it just sends her spiralling all the more, shoving into the house past her friend so that they aren't having this conversation out in the open. "what if someone saw us?! but why wait? why now?!"

[intimaecys]

leaning  a  hip  against  the  bar  ,   bill's  attention  is  largely  taken  up  by  the  dim  television  hanging  above  them  all.   the  clock  ticks  ,   closer  and  closer  to  last  call  ,   and  most  of  the  interesting  patrons  are  either  already  gone  or  too  gone  to  pay  attention.   that  tends  to  be  how  it  goes  there  ,   a  bar  small  enough  for  a  location  small  enough  that  it  becomes  impossible  not  to  see  the  same  faces  every  week.   mostly  ,   anyway.   her  gaze  eventually  gets  peeled  away  from  the  screen  when  the  door  swings  open  ,   lips  twisting  into  a  satisfied  little  grin  as  the  woman  steps  closer.   "   tina  ,   "   she  called  out  ,   voice  raspy  and  tired  from  all  the  talking.   "   welcome  back.   "   the  web  she's  weaved  has  come  through  almost  every  eligible  woman  in  this  town  ,   and  some  of  the  ones  who  aren't  ,   though  she'd  never  tell  on  them.   and  each  and  every  one  of  them  ,   despite  the  good  time  ,   never  made  much  of  an  impact  on  her.   valentina  was  always  different  ,   maybe  marked  by  the  added  thrill  of  her  being  somewhere  she  knew  she  probably  shouldn't  be.   with  someone  she  shouldn't  be  with.   "   gonna'  assume  daddy  don't  know  yer  here  ,   huh  ?   "   her  posture  swung  just  a  little  ,   so  she  could  lean  her  elbows  against  the  bar. she so badly wanted to swing a double entendre , but opted not to. yet , anyway.   "   whadda'ya  need  ,   darlin'  ?   we  got  about  fourty  minutes  'fore  i  need  to  close  up  shop.   " // @jawbrkrs