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ofdevons:

that boy holds a special skill. he had the skill to make devon’s blood boil. he also had the skill to make her feel vulnerable. ‘ dev is for people who i actually like and don’t treat me like shit. sadly, you don’t fit into the category. ’, she forcefully told him. it was that smirk. timothy knew exactly what he was doing to her. ‘ actually… the world still actually revolves around me. nothing’s really changed, babe. ’, she said, giving him a sweet smile. ‘ i’m not sure if i could quite get over myself just yet, but you could actually help me with something.’ devon stepped over to his side and turned to face the dance floor. she waved to the guy she had just been dancing with once they had made eye contact. ‘ which one of my boy toys should i take home tonight ? ’ her head peaked to scan the crowd. ‘ you’re right. i’m sure they’d love to listen to me moan. don’t think it’s annoying though, last time i checked you really liked it. ’

arms crossed in front of his chest, he gave it a quick look around. it was almostfunny to him just how replaceable all those people were. none of them REALLY mattered. each and everyone of them probably filled to the rim with WHAT-FUCKING-EVER. yet, he understood. it was the only way life was acceptable at times. or, in his case, most of the times. so, he absolutely had no right to be judging devon ( not that it would ever stop him from doing that ). "ouch, truly hurt. here i was, favorite colored pencil already out to write sweet nothings into your book of friendship." his words held little to no emotions, --- like always. it had gotten a lot harder to tickle a real reaction out of him, something that wasn't staged. "PFT, if you would even stop for like two seconds and catch a breath inbetween chugging dicks you would realize that THIS, all of it, is just really sad. you are sad, devon. so, quit trying to get under my skin by wiggling those wrecked up junkies in front of my nose." the words just flew right out of his mouth, --- leaving a bitter taste on his tongue. "the only thing you'll get outta that is your money being stolen and probably at least two types of STD's. wow, CONGRATULATIONS. pardon me for not throwing fucking confetti." he gave it a quick roll of his eyes before grabbing the girl's glass, --- downing the remaining rest in it. "yikes, what the hell was that. c'mon, let me get you something actual worthy instead of this piss."

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celestescywer:

               the next words that came out of his mouth caused the younger woman to begin coughing —- from what, who the hell knew. probably her own spit and inhaling too quickly from how embarrassed she managed to make herself. “ i don’t — i haven’t — no, no that is not what i — i just don’t have that part of my brain that knows when to uh — when to shut the fuck up, ” she shot out quickly before she managed to continue making a larger hole for herself to drag herself into. pressing her lips together, she went to turn on her heel and rush out of the coffee shop before she saw him moving his body. eyes widened at the invitation, her mouth getting drier as seconds passed, her small body finally forcing itself out of it’s initial shock and her head nodding quickly. “ yeah — yeah i can do that. i mean — if that’s what —, ” she put her portfolio onto the table as she slowly lowered her body into the chair next to him, instantly regretting her choice of style for the day. “ most are - um - landscapes. my sister she — she takes actual photos and i just try to draw them out before adding colour – usually with paint on canvas’, as you can – probably tell from my pants, ” she stuttered, hands going back to her sweater to play with the ends.

"shh, RELAX. i give you full permission now to ease up, yeah? 't was just a damn joke, nothing to be that weird about." people who knew him could've probably added up to the moment he would lash out to be his relatively rude self again. but it broke to him that she simply did not know who he was. either that or she was actually scared of him, --- simply judging by the way she reacted to him. both ways satisfied him to think about, so he would be just d a n d y with either options. slightly rolling his eyes at her rambling away ( one more time around ), tim barely gave the portfolio now stretched out on the table in front of them a look. in all honesty, he did not care, at all. well, MAYBE a teeny tiny bit. he had little to no interest in art or whatsoever, why would he care about a stupid ass portfolio from a girl that he just met, then? he didn't even care about himself most of the times. but he was good at p r e t e n d i n g. as long as he didn't have to make up a professional opinion he could pull something decent out of his ass. "wow, never thought THAT ONE.." one finger outstrechted towards a random image he randomly picked out in that exact moment. "..is a painting. looks like an actual photo. great fucking talent." bright hues skimmed over the girl's sight. he could tell that she was unsettled by the way she looked right now. "well, you gotta be prepared. PLUS, if those pants charmed this talent, i ain't complaining."

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celestescywer:

               “ never —– thought you were a biter, although if you were i would not discriminate – i mean some people like that, right? i heard it’s something some people like… love bites right? that’s what — the likable version of it is called, ” she babbled before the heat of her face raising as the seconds continued. of course, leave it up to celeste to start talking about sex with a clearly attractive male sitting in front of her. fingers began to play with the end of the hoodie, waiting for the male to hand over the portfolio that she was just praying for in that moment, knowing she could flee the moment it was in her possession once again. “ thank you, ” she said quickly as she reached for it, taking it from the male when he let go and was counting down seconds where it would be appropriate to leave. “ oh – oh no, it would have been fine if you did. i’m not one of those people that are insecure of my drawings, besides it’s just some sketches and ideas for my final assignments at the university —– not that you particularly asked me what it was for. i — sorry for interrupting you. thank you …. again. ”

the frown turned from his usual provocative manners to sincere CONFUSION. he couldn't quite remember when he had last seen someone this helpless around him. it was adorable, he had to admit. which wasn't exactly what he was going for in usual but rules were made to make exceptions. "is that what you do? go up to complete fucking STRANGERS and chat them up about sucking their neck?" leave it to tim to make something even more awkward for someone, --- poking his fun at their embarrassment. "i mean, i'm not fucking complaining. just curious." with a playful wink, the tall male gave his body a slight jerk to make some space besides him. "well, then.. i guess you just have to sit here and show me your creations, huh?" he mused while patting the free spot to his left.

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celestescywer:

                  upon exiting the coffee shop, celeste had assumed she had everything she needed until she was about two blocks away and realized that her portfolio filled of her drawings were resting very nicely on the chair. a chair that was now surrounded by other people with her luck. debating on just leaving it, celeste cursed herself in her mind before turning on her heel and entered the coffee shop once again. upon seeing the male sitting at the table, her cursing enhanced itself in her mind – it would’ve been easier to talk to a group of people; especially with her hair in it’s messy bun on top of her head, and on top of that the paint stained jeans and oversized hoodie that she was drowning in. “ i —-, ” she took in a deep breath before snapping out of her thoughts as he began to talk. “ i didn’t —– sorry. sorry, just —– that’s my uh —- that’s my portfolio beside you. ” she stuttered, hoping her face wasn’t as red as it felt.

hearing the girl obviously struggling with her words, he set down his phone to gain a direct look at her. manners by habit, he furrowed his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes, causing his face to look as unfriendly as always. "OKAY, okay. calm down, not gonna bite ya', you know." was muttered underneath a loud sigh pushed through his nostrils. bright hues shifted around, looking for the said portfolio she was apparently missing. "ah, there it is." the desired object gracefully clutched between two of his fingers, he reached his arm out to her ( wiggling the portfolio in front of her sight to grasp her entire attention to it ). "see, no reason to be so f l u s t e r e d. promises i didn't peek." there was a soft smirk very present on his features. "cross my heart and hope to die." words like these didn't ring right in his ears, knowing that he betrayed that truthworthy vow so many times before.

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ofdevons:

her bubbly mood almost immediately changed once she laid her blue eyes on her ex. the last time the two were here together they had been dating at the time. memories of them enjoying a night flashed in her head, but devon snapped out of it once his voice filled her eyes. ‘ don’t call me dev. ’, she firmly said. a scoff left her lipstick stained lips as she rolled her eyes at his comment. ‘ wow, i’m drunk and you’re an asshole, such a shocker ! ’ devon sarcastically gasped. she took another sip from her drink once she realized she needs to be a little more drink in order to deal with timothy. ‘ come here to bother me ? ’

tim could technically FEEL his patience slowly but surely d r i f t i n g away from him. he had lost that a long time ago with so many other things. for example, the ability to care for the woman in front of him. that was just how it went with him. he loved, left and then completely erased the other person. well, that's at least what he let other's in on. "why not, got a problem with that, dev." there was almost a tiny hint of a smirk pulling on his lips, if the following words wouldn't have totally CRUSHED that back down. "love the fact that you still think the world only spins around your damn ass. NEWSFLASH, nobody cares about your stupid shit. so, why don't you get over yourself and underneath one of your toyboys. heard they'd do everything to get you laid, even listening to your annoying crap."

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leg propped up over his knee, tim shifted in his seat. his bright hues were tightly fixed on the phone c l u t c h e d between his slender fingers. people kept coming over to him, trying to talk to him ( probably about his parents and how sorry they felt for him ) but he simply chose to ignore all of them and their attempts to get on his good side all at once. GOD, the people around here could be such ass sniffers. deeply burried in those thoughts, he didn't even notice someone talking to him. "yeah, didn't get any of that but is there ANY reason for you to be staring at me like that?" he nonchalantly muttered without taking his eyes off the screen.

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ofdevons:

THE ALCOHOL pumped through her body and that particular warm feeling of excitement and rush was felt on her fingertips. the music vibrated through the air causing the drink in her hand to move rapidly. bringing the glass to her lips, she took a large sip before settling it down against her side again. her hips swayed from side to side to the beat of the music. the club was particularly busy this thursday night meaning bodies were intensely close together. “be right back.”, she whispered into the guy she was just dancing with’s ear. she shot him a wink goodbye as she walked away not expecting to even try to find that guy again in the crowd. she ran her fingers through her brown hair as she made her way out of the dance floor. her focus was on the floor, making sure she wouldnt fall in the tall heels she wore. as soon as she looked up, devon ran into a figure. “fuck, sorry, shit.”, she exclaimed as she attempted to regain her balance. as soon as she realized who the figure was she tilted her head to the side in confusion. “what are you doing here ??”, devon slurred.

tim didn't know what drove him into this rat hole. he had spent MANY previous nights here before. nights that n e v e r ended on good terms. he knew almost every inch by heart and it unsettled him how all of those memories came flooding back into him as his feet lazily shuffled over the sticky ground. feeling a body colliding into his, tim was all settled up to shove and shout. if it wasn't for the all too familiar girl now standing in front of him. her sight almost made him SIGH in nothing but annoyance. brows furrowed tightly together, he took a tiny step backwards to give her some space to move. "YIKES, dev." he bitterly spat out. "not happy to see me, i imagine. well, can't say i'm surprised to be meeting you here." the tone in his voice was laced with pure P O I S O N. "can't say i'm surprised you're fucking drunk, either."

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scvannahh:

“i can have fun without alcohol, you know,” she spoke, tapping the rim of her glass of coke, “it’s just not that kind of day, if you get what i mean ?? i’ve got projects, essays, babysitting to do. we can’t all be drunk constantly.” sav almost sounded disappointed.

tim SIGHED letting himself plop down right besides the woman. "throwing shade at everyone around again, i see." the tall male muttered deeply before he shifted to get a bit more comfortable in his seat. "but i, especially, feel very much offended, not gonna lie. but, y'know.. may be 'cause i AM infact c o n s t a t l y drunk."

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Is that DANIEL SHARMAN? Nevermind, that's TIMOTHY LITCHFIELD. He's a TWENTY-THREE year old. They are in the LITCHFIELD family. People in Black Hollow say they have a CONSCIENTIOUS, NURTURING, COARSE and DOMINEERING personality. Nobody knows this, but TIMOTHY is hiding THAT HE DROVE SOMEONE TO KILL THEMSELVES. ( LIV, 22, GMT ) 

timothy is an asshole to put it quite frankly like he's the sorta person you would avoid walking past in the streets!!!! he's my arrogant cruel lil son ( who is actually anything but lil but whatevs ) 

he has not always been like this ( of course ) but being surrounded by the wrong crowd of people does so much to a cutesy soul like he had been previously 

at the age of nineteen timmyboy right here made a huge ass mistake by giving someone some unclear instructions on the correct usage of cocaine + a mass amount of alcohol which lead them to collapse and die even before the police could arrive ( he never got charged for that since everyone thought that person simply overdid themselves but he knows and he's one guilty ass duckling for that ) 

but ever since then he had grown distant to bascially everYONE even tho that's not what he wants for himself ( i'm actually already listening to nothing but sad music to give myself some hardcore muse for him and idk if i like that ) he had a tight bond with both of his parents and let me tell you it BROKE him to tiny pieces when they died which led him to a lot of stupid teenage things further in life ( typical tragic son tbh )

but yeah if any of that tickled your fancy then do hit me up and we can plot something out :)