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[shotjocks-a]

                                @orhabit​    said    :    i    shouldn’t    have    come    here    .

[historake-a]

@orhabit​ said:SPOTS TO KISS + 11

11.        CORNER        OF        THE        MOUTH        

                                                             She's        laughing.        Ｂｉｇ        ｓｕｒｐｒｉｓｅ,        ｈｕｈ        ？        Not        really,        around        him        it        was        only        natural        to        laugh,        to        smile        so        much        that        her        cheeks        felt        sore.        "        Yeah        sure,        Evs        !        You're        all        mighty        !        "        She        looks        at        him        with        a        teasing        grin,        popping        a        single        french        fry        into        her        mouth,        eyes        sparkling,        "        but...        I        could        beat        you,        one        hand        tied        behind        my        back.        Easy.       "        Brows        arch,        teasing,        she        knows        it's        not        true,        she        knows        he        would        have        her        pinned        with        merely        his        pinkie,        but        she        likes        to        push        his        buttons        at        times,        it's        funny,        to        see        his        lips        twitch,        the        way        he        immediately        responds        to        show        off        the        purely        dominant        energy        that        Evan        radiates        naturally.        

                                                                   She        knows        !        She        knows        he        gets        at        what        she's        hinting,        she        can        see        him        recognize        her        little        game        &&        the        girl        cannot        help        the        giggle        that        escapes        her        lips        when        he        shifts,        leaning        towards        her .        Ｊｅｓｓｉｅ        ！        Ａ        ｂｒａｔ        ！        Ａｎ        ｕｎｃｏｍｍｏｎ        ｓｉｇｈｔ        ！       But        it        comes        out        at        times        &&        she        knows,        she        knows        it's        amusing        to        him,        or        else        he        wouldn't        be        grinning        (        ｏｒ        ｗａｓ        ｈｅ        ｆｌａｓｈｉｎｇ        ｈｉｓ        ｔｅｅｔｈ        ？        Ｔｈｅ        ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔ        ｍａｋｅｓ        ｈｅｒ        ｍｉｎｄ        ｗｏｎｄｅｒ        ),        his        hand        comes        up,        clasping        her        cheeks,        lips        are        puckered        from        the        action,        &&        bright,        puppy        dog        eyes        look        up,        meeting        his,        his        brow        is        cocked,        as        if        daring        her        to        follow        through        with        her        statement.        A        blush        spreads        across        her        features,        she        feels        it        spread        all        the        way        up        to        the        tips        of        her        ears,        down        her        neck,        '        wanna        bet        ?        '        His        voice,        it        makes        her        skin        breakout        in        goosebumps,        "        I--        "        She's        panicking,        bratty        attitude        poofing        away,        leaving        her        a        stumbling,        blushing        mess,        "        j-just        kidding        !        "        A        smile        is        flashed        at        him,        but        then,        he        leans        down,        her        heart        skips        a        beat        when        he        tilts        her        head        to        the        side,        a        breath        is        held        in-        His        lips        meet        the        corner        of        hers        before        he        lets        go        of        her        &&        she        lets        out        a        long        breath,        pressing        her        lips        tightly        together,        dimples        digging        into        reddening        cheeks        when        she        hears        him        chuckle.        He        got        her        back.        Damn.        

[nohysterlcs]

@orhabit said: ❝ I WONDER WHAT YOU'RE REALLY SCARED OF… NOT BULLETS, OR BLOOD, OR BROKEN BONES… ❞ / but this time from habit lol...

most recent injury dredges up a sputtered cough that tastes like iron, or acid. he had thought about throwing up, but somewhere between blacking out, all he’d managed was a ragged heaving of his ribs. but there are so many things broken, and any venom he had is subdued by now. stupidly, he takes inventory; flexes what he can of his hand, nauseated when only a few fingers twitch. he isn’t dead yet, but he’d been been given the terms up-front.

“i-i’m sorry. am i supposed to make this easier for you?” he strains this through his aching teeth, can manage a small leer upward. “you’re all about... the fucking games, man. y-you figure it out.” and his voice breaks. and again, he tries not to look at the thing behind the camera. he tries not to look at evan’s face, at habitnotevanhabitnotevanmonsternotevan. but he knows that, like he knows left and right, and his phone number. like he knows evan’s favourite movies and his takeout orders and that he’d been the player two to evan’s player one since they were ten. don’t fucking cry. he doesn’t ultimately succeed in this endeavour, keeps forehead pressed to the blood-slicked floorboards like it will ground him. why didn’t you pay attention? why didn't you put it together?

eyelids flutter back down; it’s easier to pretend he’s just angry, even though he has nothing left here. just this stupid fucking room. this stupid yellow chair. this insanity-this absence of logic-this empty look behind his best friend’s eyes. and you’re scared of this. you’re scared that evan’s in there somewhere slamming fists to all the doors, you’re scared that he sees out all the windows. you’re scared because there’s nothing evan’s ever lost a fight to. and this? this is probably the last time you’ll see him. he looks up once more under lashes and blur and bites out something that tastes like defeat; “let me talk to him. please.”

[shotjocks-a]

                                      @orhabit:    i’m    going    alone.

[historake-a]

@orhabit​ said: “ i would follow you to the ends of the earth with only mild complaining. ”

                                 Dark        eyes        flicker        from        the        gore        scene        to        him,        a        smile        slowly        spreading        across        her        features,        "        aw        ---        Evan...        that's        the        sweetest        thing        anyone        has        ever        said        to        me        !!        "        She's        pulling        him        in        for        a        hug,        ruffling        his        hair,        before        she        pulls        away,        smiling        at        him,        eyes        bright,        almost        sparkling,        "        you        can        be        real        cute        when        you        wanna,        huh        ?        What's        with        the        sudden        heart        to        heart        mood        ?        Finally        realized        you're        head        over        heels        for        me        ?        Can't        say        I        didn't        see        it        comin'        "        A        giggle        accompanies        her        words,        teasing.        

[damsael]

        HE’S    SO    DAMN    CHARMING,    and    you’re    not    sure    if    he    even    knows    the    extent    of    it.    alright,    so    maybe    it    does    ––––    six    years    of    being    together,    three    years    of    marriage,    you    have    daughter    together,    for    god’s    sake.    but,    his    reassurance    is    nice,    anyways.    your    hair,    once    brown    and    going    towards    the    end    of    your    back,    has    been    chopped    off    to    your    chin,    and    is    now    a    warm,    honey    blonde    color.    before    now,    you’d    never    anything    extreme    to    your    hair,    but    jersey    has    become    warmer    over    the    last    few    months,    and    you    just    felt    as    if    you    needed    a    change.

        TRUTHFULLY,    YOU    HAD    BEEN    QUITE    NERVOUS    TO    SHOW    HIM.    isabelle    had    been    confused    at    first,    not    recognizing    you    immediately,    (    then    again,    she’s    only    five    years    old.    )    but    she    seemed    to    like    it    once    the    initial    confusion    wore    off.    but    you    feel    his    fingers    card    through    the    blonde    strands,    and    you    lean    into    him    easily.    ❝    i    felt    like    i    needed    a    change.    ❞    you    hum,    pecking    him    quickly    on    the    lips    before    resting    your    hands    on    his    chest.    another    kiss,    this    time    a    little    longer,    as    your    fingers    dig    into    his    shirt.    ❝    glad    you    like    it,    though.    i    hoped    you    would.   ❞

        YOUR    HANDS    MOVE    UP    FROM    HIS    CHEST    AND    TO    HIS    SHOULDERS,    before    your    fingers    clasp    together    behind    his    neck.    it    felt    weird,    living    a    normal    life,    after    operators    and    trials    and    everything    that    you    lost.    but    your    daughter    is    finger    painting    in    the    living    room,    and    your    husband    is    right    in    front    of    you,    looking    at    you    as    if    you    put    the    sun    in    the    sky.    and    as    you    go    to    kiss    him    one    more    time,    long    and    slow,    you    pray    that    this    is    it.    this    is    the    one    where    you    can    rest.

                @orhabit: that’s a good look for you.

[childactress-a]

@orhabit​:       ☄ x 3 go off pls...

i.     mara has a pretty substantial interest in true crime. she likes documentaries and fictionalized miniseries a lot, but she’ll also get her fix scrolling through various crime and mystery-related threads on reddit and wikipedia pages. every now and then, she also takes it upon herself to try to crack famous cold cases like the zodiac killer case. of course, she gets nowhere with any of her discoveries, but sometimes she could swear she’s getting close. this interest in true crime is similar to her interest in various conspiracy theories, stuff like the bermuda triangle and the loch ness monster. any time she can go down a weird fucking rabbit hole, she enjoys it.

ii.     her kinship to hyenas started with a shrooms trip, like a lot of things in her life do. in her early twenties, she and jack were tripping in a friend’s bedroom. mara found herself staring at a tapestry of animals from a zoo, totally entranced, and couldn’t take her eyes off of the hyena, with its almost glowing eyes and the way it seemed like it was smiling at her. she remarked on it to jack, saying that she felt connected to it in that moment. he laughed and told her she’s kinda like a hyena after all, fierce and competitive and a little bit off, and she never forgot it.

iii.     she never deletes pictures of her exes off of her instagram post-break up. it’s a way for her to sort of assert her dominance over the situation, to gain back some sort of control, because let’s face it, in most cases, she’s the one being broken up with. pictures of exes immortalized on her instagram makes her feel like she’s got a little bit of power left. the sole exception to this rule is her ex-boyfriend levi walt, who was frequently too aggressive for her liking and ended up breaking into her apartment to angrily confront her after he learned she cheated on him. jack intercepted levi before he could get to mara, which was very fortunate for her. the situation shook her up a lot, so she reasoned he didn’t deserve any free instagram clout.

send ☄ for one random headcanon i have for my muse   ›   look i’m gonna post headcanons with or without permission so you might as well send some.

[hevoiced]

       there’s a pleasant numbness to him now, not only in the way his face is beginning to feel, but in the way his nerves begin to lessen and his confidence--- already large and overwhelming at times--- fills in the previously occupied parts of his body. without the nerves of a man who’d grown up a very funny-looking red-headed boy with coke bottle glasses, richie’s charm goes through the roof. his smile draws attention and rather than reflexively turning it away, he welcomes it with the air of someone who knows you’re looking but doesn’t linger on it; he lets you come to him. that is, unless you grab his attention.

       the person who grabs his attention isn’t the person he would have expected, but that’s usually how nights like this go. something grabs hold of him and any plans he’d had go straight out the window. the man sitting with a glass of lemon water at the bar is what gets him tonight         ( not the bartender with the low-cut top, the one who’s getting a big tip out of him tonight pretty much no matter how she treats him because he’s in a good mood and she works too hard not to be paid well for it )         and he can’t help but laugh. 

       “i can’t tell if you’re having a good night or a bad one,” he says to the stranger, sliding onto the stool beside him. 

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