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TXT -- SHITTIERHERO: q. can u cook bacon w/ a hair straightener? asking 4 a friend
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[ sms ] spencer fitzgerald [ sms ] step away from the bacon and leave that poor woman’s house right now I swear to god [ sms ] don’t punish her for making the mistake of sleeping with you
“You look like a corpse we just pulled out of the river. Not that I would. Um. Know anything about that. Or anything.”
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“ we? ”
logic would dictate that james should be far more concerned about the corpse part, but that logic makes sweeping assumptions about how virtuous spencer fitzgerald is in his free time. no, what james is concerned about is the we— because james certainly hasn’t pulled any bodies out of rivers lately.
“ are you fixing for other people now? ” his voice rises with the lilt of faux injury, deeply sarcastic. “ I’m hurt, spence. ”
"Apathy is death. Worse than death, because at least a rotting corpse feeds the beasts and insects."
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the mouthpiece rests with hands easy in his pockets, giving a gentle tilt of the head.
“ death is an illusion. a pervasive one. ”
SUPERHOT will never die. or, so it thinks.
"Never run back to what broke you. That's my motto."
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“ amen to that, ” spencer has always been difficult to comprehend— nebulous at best, a straight-up liar at worst. there are things the two of them just don’t talk about: family being the primary taboo.
and while amr doesn’t know exactly what went on between spencer and his family— well, he can guess. all that money has to come from somewhere.
“ fuck ‘em. you're worth more. ”
👀 // LOOK WHO'S ACTUALLY ON HER COMPUTER HEYYOOOOO
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they’re at a bar— him and phil, they’re drinking, and james is pressed a little too close to his side because there’s a guy a couple stools over who is giving him some seriously bad vibes. in public, like this, intimacy is strictly forbidden; he knows phil can, will, and has decked people who make comments about them, but that doesn’t mean james invites such things— and the bars make him uncomfortable. even in places like roscoe’s, james’ discomfort runs high, only soothed momentarily by a small nudge of phil’s foot under the table.
“ where is he? ”
because they’re supposed to be meeting someone. a friend of his, recently in town. you’ll love him, he’s an asshole, phil tells him. ( phil tells him he’d like a lot of his friends who are assholes— phil considers himself an asshole. phil is the light of james’ life, and james takes that assignment with a grain of salt. )
“ patience, young padawan, ” phil’s reply comes on the tail end of a smirk, scanning the bar. “ he’s working his magic. ”
and phil points him ( discretely ) across the bar, to a man with a shock of white hair— james wonders for a moment if that’s some edgy cool dude thing or if he’s… genuinely unsure how that would happen naturally. nevermind.
and their new friend finds james’ eyes, and with a wink mouths: watch this.
this is how james park met spencer fitzgerald: conning a drunk asshole at a dive bar.
"You almost looked all peaceful-like. Except you were lying in a dirty alley." -- shittierhero ♡
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" you and I remember that night very differently. ”
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He smells sharp, the stinging end of the ashes of a cigarette. Choking, bold. Something that has been worn down far too many times but still emerged with a spark. His kiss tastes remarkably sweeter, the linger of alcohol staining his lips.He’s all too much and far too little, all at once. Something- someone, she had been scared to meet for far too long. Yet- he’s here. Beside her, blanket curled in layers over his shoulders to keep the cold from coming through, eyes glistening in the starlight. And in that moment she could have said she loved him. A vocal stall, voice croaking and dying out, expression faltering and head dropping as he turned to look back at her. The hopeful look in return should have been enough to tell him. Soft eyes paired with a softer smile. Something that felt too foreign and calm for someone that had been too used to tearing others down.
There was no response other than turning back to the darkened sky. The cold of the fire escape almost burnt as her bare palm met it, flinching away to bury it beneath Spencer’s blankets, fingers straying to try and find his own. “Oi, pup, watch where you’re goin’ with that- might get a surprise.”
Her nose scrunched almost immediately in feigned disgust, fingers balling to a fist to come into contact with the meat of his chest. It was gentle, only meant to be teasing as her free hand ran through his hair, thumb trailing the white streak. It was cute, the truthful origin of the ‘skunk’ nickname, the persistent scent of smoke was something she had long grown used to.“Ew. gross, and here I was, trying to be cute.”
Another gentle shove followed, pushing him back down against the metal with a laugh, hair falling loose as she leant over him. Hand curling into the fabric of the blanket, she pulled it over her own shoulders, shivering slightly as a sharp breeze cut the still air. Smile curling the corners of her lips as his palms settled on the small of her back, fingers gently playing with her oversized shirt.Bad to the bone.It was cringe-worthy, they both knew that, and judging from the stare shot at her from James when he first laid eyes on it, it was deemed something that should only be worn in the house. Sarah figured Spence would claim she looked better without it on anyway.
“You done looking at the stars, bear?” There was no chance given to grant him the chance to make a witty response, 'aren’t you a star?’, before she pressed her lips against his own. The fingers softly resting on the back of her head was signal enough that he was happy with the sudden action. Pulling her head back, she leant in again to pepper his cheeks with shorter kisses, giggle rising in her throat. Cupping his jaw, she trailed her fingers along, teetering off at his chin as she rose to her feet.“C'mon, stinky, can’t stay out all night. Some people have to sleep, y'know.”
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for a random, pointless fact about Sarah
She currently has a favourite t-shirt given to her by Spencer ( @shittierhero )It is too big for her, obviously bought in his size, with ‘bad to the bone’ written across the front with a small cartoon dog bone below it. It was a joke on his half, but she loves lounging in it because it’s big enough for him to wear so it smells of him a majority of the time.It’s a shared shirt more than anything else.
