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text - juliet

richard: lils?

[writingbyjillian]

c h a r a c t e r

i n t r o d u c t i o n

↳ PARKER HAYDEN

❝ Ready for round two? ❞

full name: Parker Stephen Hayden

sexuality: straight

pronouns: he/him

likes: fighting, smoking, drinking, french fries, throwing punches, his friends, did i mention fighting?

dislikes: himself, vegetables, school, authority, disrespect, Damien Thomas

background: Parker Hayden had a pretty rough childhood and an even rougher life as a teen. He’s familiar with the police if only for his tendency to raise bloody knuckles before his voice. He landed himself in jail for six months before the book begins, and has always known two things:

He hates the world and he loves Katherine Danvers.

TAGLIST: @crystallized-ink @vellichor-virgo

❝ You done checking me out? ❞

[writingbyjillian]

first lines tag

thank you to the lovely Zoe/@akindofmagictoo for the tag <3

rules: share the first line (or first few) of each chapter of your current manuscript! feel free to skip chapters to avoid spoilers, and you can do as many chapters as you want! 

here’s a few of my favorites from Leather Jackets are Mandatory:

Chapter Three

-> “Racing Thoughts and His Leather Jacket”

It‘s raining. The droplets pound the windshield as we drive to what I like to call Hell but what others refer to as school. The rain streams down the window I gaze out of like tear drops, summing up my mood for this morning perfectly.

Chapter Ten

-> “Even the Strongest People Have Their Weak Moments”

Sometimes I feel like I’m fighting a little too much. Everyone here has problems, and I want to fix every single one of them.

Chapter Eleven

-> “It’s Getting to the Point Where I Can’t Tell if They’re Into You or Eachother”

“It’s been too long since I’ve made a bad decision. I’m bored.”

Chapter Nineteen

-> “Is it Really Groping if it’s Dead?”

“Just trust me.” I tell Eric, my voice taking on a harsh tone as I grip his wrists. He’s leaning away from the tweezers in my hands, gaze drifting to the melting wax on the side table. Matt watches from the chair with an amused smile on his lips.

“The last time I trusted you my eyebrows were nearly plucked off.”

“Yes, but you lived to tell the tale!” I remind him, my own newly plucked eyebrows raising reasonably.

He stops struggling, wrists falling limp in my grasp. He thinks for a moment longer before replying, “True.”

“Woah, hey,” Matt sits up, amusement gone. Sometimes he feels the unnecessary need to remind Eric to hold his ground. It makes convincing him to do stupid things that much harder. “That’s definitely not the point.”

i know this last one is long but i think this really explains the dynamic of the gang 🤣

tagging: @oasis-of-you @llesbianwrites @fictional-semantics

[writingbyjillian]

c h a r a c t e r

i n t r o d u c t i o n

↳ KATH DANVERS

❝ A little obsessed with me, no? ❞

full name: Katherine Lillian Danvers

sexuality: straight

pronouns: she/her

likes: coffee, her beat up car named Petunia, breakfast food, oversized clothes, staying busy, writing, her brother’s best friend

dislikes: east siders, being treated poorly, fighting, getting blood on her clothes, anxiety attacks

background: Kath and her three brothers never really knew their mother and were “raised” by an abusive alchaholic who doesn’t count as a father. Her oldest brother Richie was the one who really raised them. She’s the baby of the gang and hates being treated like it. She has an anxiety disorder and tends to have panic attacks.

fun fact: this book is based on real people! my family and honory siblings, actually. so kath is sort of me. my name is jillian catherine and she’s katherine lillian. yes, it is in fact hard to fit my head through the door.

❝ I don’t know how to put this nicely, so, I won’t ❞

[writingbyjillian]

ANNOUNCEMENT

—> leather jackets are mandatory passed 500 reads !! you can read it here

Here’s all the chapter names because I love them!

Tonight is definitely not one for the books

Catch you later, Jailbird

Racing thoughts and his leather jacket

At least my truck works

You’re bleeding all over the carpet

I thought you forgot about me

All the fun bits are covered, aren’t they?

This is what round two looks like, asshole

My brothers best friend comes back from jail and now you’re Chatty Cathy?

Even the strongest people have their weak moments

It’s getting to the point where I can’t tell if they’re into you or each other

Grow, evolve, transform. Like a butterfly.

I'd like to see you figure out the difference between blood and marinara sauce

Give me the whip, you muscled freak

Another Tuesday with this family and I'll be cleaning blood out of your clothes tomorrow

Don’t back down on me now, Jailbait

You’re telling me you didn’t know your best friend was in love with your sister?

So, you're leading me to my death

Is it really groping if it’s dead?

If karma doesn’t hit you, I fucking will

I almost told him the truth about Santa Claus

There’s no right way to end this

We’re not drug dealers, Katherine. We are freelance unlicensed pharmacists.

It's you. Always has been, always will be

A is for Abduction

Feel like making a deal with the devil?

Epilogue. For Eric

i would do an ask game where you can send me a chapter number and I’ll give a lil excerpt but i’m not sure I’d get too many 🙃

[writingbyjillian]

Positive Self-Analysis Challenge

This tag was created by @aelenko in this post. Can I just say how wholesome and sweet this idea is? Thank you for tagging me!

rules: post an excerpt you are proud of, and talk about why you’re proud of it! pick out a few sentences and talk about why you like them/what you were aiming for while you were writing.

—> I chose one of my favorite Kath + Parker moments in my book Leather Jackets are Mandatory!!

Favorite Parts

“You chose his side.”

“There are no sides.”

“But if there were, you chose his.”

I love this because Kath doesn’t deny it. She chose and will always choose Parker. I think this shows that she really moved on, not exactly onto Parker but on from Damien. I think this exchange shows that Dame knows it even if Kath doesn’t.

I know I should be afraid but all I really feel is relief.

Ahhh I just think this shows how even though Parker is scary in a fight she knows he’d never hurt her. She’s scared for him not of him.

“That’s it, Jailbait, just look at me.”

I think it’s sweet that he can calm down, when all he’s ever know is handing things with his fists, just by looking at her. Plus, I’m a sucker for nicknames.

Tagging : @honeyscript @farrradays @greywarengrl @cadewrites @cassiusnightingale @thegreyboywrites @highlycosmic @cookiecutterwrites

[writingbyjillian]

Just thought I’d share my { completed } Wattpad book!

DESCRIPTION

—> Katherine Danvers loves her family. That's what she calls the band of misfits that make up her gang on the West side of Raleigh, New York. They've been there through it all, seen the parts of her she'd like to keep hidden.

Parker Hayden is just getting out of jail. He excels at skipping class and going in fists first, a dark cloud of childhood trauma hanging over his head and fueling his fire. As a part of the family, it's a well known rule to protect Kath. It's also one he obliges by, but not without attitude.

When one gang is pitched against another in an attempt to stay afloat in the face of poverty, their lives become a mess of parties, brawls, and deals gone wrong. Though she always believed they were like magnets shoved together the wrong way, Kath is starting to think maybe, just maybe, they can flip sides.

EXCERPTS

—>

“It’s really not that complicated.” I reply, attempting to breathe in a calm and even pattern. Ignoring his hot breath on my cheek I continue with a cruel laugh. “Maybe you need me because I don’t need you.”

He leans back, about to raise his arm when he’s shoved off. Parker stands over him, chest rising and falling as he attempts to reel in his anger. I hunch over, hands on knees as I cough. I blink in an attempt to wipe away the memory, the feeling of his hand closing around my throat.

“Touch her again and I’ll kill you.” Parker snarls. If his back wasn’t to me I’d watch his eyes darker, the mask fall into place as his eyes freeze over.

“Will you?” Damien stands up, rubbing his bicep where Parker two hand shoved him. “Because last time I checked empty threats don’t do shit. They only piss me off, Hayden.”

“Ow, yeah, that’s starting to hurt.” He flinches when I flip his wrist, tucking the ace bandage between his thumb and pointer finger. I smile to myself. Big bad Parker Hayden can feel pain? “Oh, this is funny?”

“No, just comforting.”

He scoots the stool out a bit farther and I allow him to place his hands on my hips. He lifts me onto the cool marble counter top with ease despite the injured hand. I place my feet on the edge of the stool before dabbing at the small cut on Parker’s cheekbone.

“How so?”

“Well, it just proves that you can get hurt.”

Before he can reply, Chad calls for me. I hop down and head back into the living room. On the way out, I swear I hear Parker mutter “Yeah, I guess I can.”

"You done checking me out?" His smirk is something I don't think will ever change. Neither will that damn cocky attitude.

"Just trying to figure out if you're actually reformed." I open the door, hopping down with my stuff in tow. "Catch you later, Jailbird."

FINAL THOUGHTS

—> There’s ALOT of pining with my main characters/love interests. There’s even a love triangle and hint of forbidden love. Also, showing of strong bonds between friends and family. They’re all incredibly tight knit.

—> I tried to show that sometimes doing illegal and dark things doesn’t make you a bad person. It can be a necessity to live.

—> There are mentions of some triggering things: anxiety, domestic and physical abuse, drugs, violence and drinking. I personally cope with an anxiety disorder and tried to use that to give a convincing portrayal of what it’s like.

Anyway! I hope you give it a read. My username is { JillianSegina } and I’ve linked it below.

[writingbyjillian]

for your old chapter titles ask - chapter 13 or 17!! love those titles 😂

omg thank you cat :’)

THIRTEEN- I'd like to see you figure out the difference between blood and marinara sauce

A little look into their school principal, Mr.Newton (AKA fig).

Kath being a complete BAD bitch

SEVENTEEN- You’re telling me you didn’t know your best friend was in love with your sister?

just some cute Parker + Kath 

-

The air is crisp, leaves blowing in the chilled wind as Parker and I take a break outside the smoker's stairwell. Everything was going fine, talking about little nothings, until the door opened abruptly.

I wasn't too concerned. Not when the people that come out usually see Parker and turn back around. His reputation speaks for him. Well, his fists do. I wasn't concerned. Not until my eyes caught the tweed jacket and round glasses.

Fig.

"Mr. Hayden." Our principal calls Parker from the open doorway. I try to decide if he looks angry. Unfortunately, his face just looks like that. A resting irate face, if you will. "Come with me to my office so I can explain in painstaking detail how much of a dumbass you are."

-

I mock concern, hand above my heart while pointing to the pink plaster. "Can I sign your cast?"

"Just because I'm smiling doesn't mean I won't punch you in the face." Liv warns through clenched teeth. I don't even bother to stand up. I’m not feeling the least bit threatened. Even when I realize she brought along two friends, Hannah and Karly. The latter sports her own bandaged injury right in the center of her face. I wave.

"You and what arm?" I ask, pushing every ounce of sugary sweetness I have into that one sentence. Chad snorts, his chocolate milk coming out his nostrils.

-

“How much do you love me?” I ask the next morning, sitting with my knees tucked under my chin as Parker gets dressed. He slept in, getting the sleep he needed. I was up early enough to get dressed and come up with a plan to avoid my brothers until the end of time. Anything to not have to tell them.

“From here.” He replies, walking out of the bedroom. I stare at the door confused until my phone vibrates. Reaching for it on the nightstand I see it’s a text from Parker. To here.

I find him in the kitchen, not that far from the bedroom. “That’s not that much.”

“It is if you think about how far this text had to travel,” He smiles, handing me some coffee to fuel my addiction. I don’t have much knowledge of cell towers and communications but I’m pretty sure he’s wrong. Either way, the thought is sweet. I kiss his cheek.

As I’m heading out the door later that morning I smile, skipping the beginning and calling out before I leave, “From here!”