la vie en rose

indie/writing blog. keeps my writing up and anxiety down. totally stole this from jocey lol. just search tags for name of specific character.

[writingbykris]

jarcy for the long ship meme! any or all q's ;P

𝐉𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

did your muse fall in love with mine quickly, or was it a long process? as long of a process as you can GET. jimmy and darcy met when they were late teens, when jimmy was homeless and darcy was on a treasure hunt. it wasn’t love so much, as it was he wanted to protect her for a reason he could not disclose. but as the two grew closer and continued their adventures, that feeling turned into a deep passion and love for her, so much he couldn’t get darcy out of his head.

what’s something they do when my muse is down? whenever darcy’s in a bad mood, you know it’s bad. so jimmy will do absolutely everything that she would do for him. get her out of the house, a nice dinner, dancing (even if he loathes it) all he wants is her happiness and damnit if he won’t try.

what’s a topic they’re scared of talking about with my muse? the one thing he never wants to discuss is....what if something happens? not only because he doesn’t like to think of failing, but because he genuinely cannot imagine his life if something were to happen. he has a plan and sticks to it...no matter what.

do you see them as the marrying type? it was hard for jimmy to even think of marriage, even when he was with darcy, marriage was something that hardley crossed his mind, without thinking how awful marriage has gone for others. until the colombia mission, where he knew all he wanted to do was marry her and run away. even though that didn’t happen....

[malcolmbrights-archive]

fun long ship meme!~

1) did your muse fall in love with mine quickly, or was it a long process?

2) have they ever asked my muse to dance? do they even dance with my muse at all?

3) are they the type to steal food from my muse’s plate?

4) does your muse ever cook for mine? if so, is it good – or does it suck ass?

5) what’s something they do when my muse is down?

6) what’s a topic they’re scared of talking about with my muse?

7) are they the type who’s affectionate? if so - how do they show their affection? if not, is there a reason they’re not affectionate?

8) are they the type to go on dates? if so, to where? 

9) would they stay in bed with mine all day? if so, doing what? 

10) what’s a typical night between our muses look like?

11) do they read together? if so, what? 

12) who washes the other’s hair in the shower?

13) who is the driver? or do they switch places? or do none of them drive?

14) who likes to smack who’s ass for no reason other than laughs? or are they both well-behaved? 

15) do they like movies? if so what movies would they watch with mine? 

16) do they communicate their problems or are they the type to hold everything in until someone becomes upset?

17) do you see them as the marrying type? 

18) if they had kids, who would be the fun parent? 

19) do they get along with my muse’s parents?

[writingbykris]

“mission accomplished” - layton

for my bb’s belated birthday, @hcneybunnny ily another part in the colombia series

Well if it wasn’t obvious, Hutton Chadwick had basically saved the day, if he did say so himself. Well more or less. No, they did not catch Dominic, in fact, he had no idea what happened to him, he will blame that one on Lacey later on. But he was able to catch the mastermind of an even bigger plot, Jimmy Moriarty. And that was good enough for Interpol, because who knew what he was planning. And they were able to stop them. The cartel was disbanded and they were able to consider their mission accomplished.

And if Hutton had to say so himself, he wouldn’t have been able to do it without Lacey. But would he ever admit that, heck no? They made a pretty good team, both of them. But Hutton knew that he couldn’t partner with Lacey anymore. As annoying as she was, as smart as she was, as pretty as she was, Hutton knew this would have to be the last mission with her. First and Last.

“Thank you, sir, I appreciate it,” Hutton said as he had gotten off the phone with his boss, as he was assigned to a new case. The job never stopped for Hutton. As a Chadwick does, he just keeps going, it never stops. The place they were placed at were finally packing up so everyone can get on with their next missions, as they were being assigned. And luckily, his boss just approved his request as well as his reasoning. 

Then there was Lacey Carrington, being the efficient energizer bunny she always was getting her own stuff together looking quite proud of herself but who knows what she was thinking at this point. And yet, Hutton wanted to know what she was thinking. 

Hutton had looked down at one of the semi-empty desks, noticing the folder with Lacey’s file he had opened that same day, the first day they met and he had dreaded in the beginning. That seemed like a million years ago, compared to now. He took a nearby post-it note and wrote down his personal number, that only a handful of people knew, and sticking it on the inside of her folder.

“Carrington,” Hutton said walking up to her and showing her the folder. “You’re gonna want this, trust me.“ He smiled as he handed her file over. “So, I was just assigned to look into some trafficking ring in England, so who knows how long that’s gonna take.” She sighed. “Just letting you know, for your first mission, it wasn’t horrible. You’re gonna be a decent agent. Not as much as me, but pretty decent.” He smiled again. 

“You should know though, my request was accepted, that we won’t be partnered up again in the future.” Hutton shrugged putting his hands in his pockets. He couldn’t help but smirk at her obvious distraught reaction. “Yeah, I just figured it would make me taking you out on a date extremely unprofessional, don’t you think?“

 He said with a smirk, just as he got a message on his phone for his taxi being ready to take him to the airport. “That’s my cue.“ Hutton said before taking one long look into Carrington’s deep blue eyes. “It’s been real Lacey.“ He said, this being one of the only times, if not only, using her first name. He offered one more smile before tapping on her portfolio folder. “You might wanna look over that one more time.“ He said before heading toward the door. He took one look back, as she had already opened the folder, and looked at him too. He winked at her before walking out of the room.

And lucky for him, that isn’t the last time he would see Lacey Carrington.

[writingbykris]

“1%” - a sawbell fam moment

for @ohmystudmuffin​ cause she’s the best and amazing and deserves the world for optimum feels, listen to “your song” by elton john

sawyer and campbell have always fought, with no excuse. but there’s always that one percent.

“and you can tell everybody, that this is your song.” campbell sang softly to harper in her arms as she drifted into sleep. harper was only a couple months old, and she was dealing with so much, what with her mother being a master thief and her father coming back from the dead and hiding out from the rest of the crew. it was a lot for her, and her mother too. sometimes, as much as she hated to admit it, she wanted a normal life for her. “i hope you don’t mind. i hope you don’t mind. that i put it out in words.” she sang. 

singing was one of the normal things campbell would ever do for harper. considering what else has been going on. and growing up with a single mother didn’t help on the fact, even if her father was back from the dead.

and speaking of which, sawyer had been a rather big annoyance in her life. she had still her wall up about him, considering he lied to her, and campbell would not let him near her whenever he would sneak into her place just to see her. and it was the most annoying thing that happened. campbell would go into harper’s room and sawyer would already be there. and she would yell at him and threaten his life. a vicious circle. 

but then something was happening. harper was becoming accustomed to seeing sawyer. she almost expected it now. and when he wouldn’t she cried. and when campbell took her away, she would cry again. whether he liked it or not, sawyer was becoming part of her life. and she was starting to realize it. and if when he left again, who knows how it could affect her. and yet, he kept coming back.

“how wonderful life is, when you’re in the world.” campbell sang again. when harper started to become fussy again. and crying. reaching for the door. campbell took a look up, only to see sawyer standing in the doorway. she sighed and rolled her eyes. “are you kidding me sawyer? you need to stop doing that.” she demanded as she was turning around to put harper back in her crib. 

but she cried, and harper kept reaching for the door. crying. she had grown so attached to sawyer. and that was campbell’s fear for her. but maybe, sawyer felt the same way. he kept coming back to see her. and even if she would never admit it to herself, she was happy he did. just a moment to see him again. and he put her down with ease every time. 

campbell made another deep sigh before walking to where sawyer was, with harper in her arms. “here.” she said as she handed sawyer over to her, which took all her might. and no matter how hard it was, that one moment, for that one percent, handing her baby girl over to her father, she felt normal. like a normal family. looking into sawyers eyes and handing him her whole world. it was nice. normal. all she wanted for harper, but nothing she could ever give her. “if you ever walk out again sawyer, especially on her . . .” she said, rubbing harper’s head as she got comfortable in sawyer’s arms to sleep. “you’re gonna wake up with your dick cut off and glued to your hand.”

[writingbykris]

"go with it”- layton ❤️

for my bb @ohmystudmuffin​ ily part of columbia series

It seemed like someone knew he was there. Being undercover at the cartel seemed easy enough. In fact, Hutton has done it many times before. Though not to be mistaken, he is pretty sure his cover was now being blown. He wasn’t sure who, but he had already known that there was another rat in the cartel, but just in it for the money. And he’s pretty sure that said person knew he was part of Interpol himself. Now the only question was who. And it was no question of who he blamed for possibly getting him outed.

Lacey.

She distracted him. All the time. With her goody two shoes nonsense in the agency. It was annoying and distracting. Of course when they put the new girl on her first mission with him, she was bound to mess up. But he knew he had to lay low from now on. Not draw too much attention. And he could only do that by himself.

The annual fundraiser that Dom’s cartel uses in guise of their casino was here. Hutton naturally had to make an appearance as “consigliere” of his gang, and it was only a matter of time before he was to get here. Now he just needed to get his act together and not make a commotion out of this event. Hopefully all will be good.

However the agency thought differently. For some reason, they had all to think that Hutton could not handle this himself and thought he needed all the help there, but Hutton refused their help. And went by himself.

And just as well, they ignored him, and brought in reinforcements. The worst kind.

Hutton was in the middle of talking to other colleagues, trying to get other information that he can, and of course laying low. Until he looked behind his colleague. In a stunning red dress stood the ungodly Lacey Carrington. 

He couldn’t find the words to say anything, or pay attention to anything. Just lacey, in that beautiful dress. And how pretty she looked and maybe he was wrong---

“Sir? Are you there?”

See how distracting she was? So distracting in fact that the affiliate Hutton was talking to was trying to get his attention. He kind of shook off his gaze from Lacey to look back at him, but he seemed to already be suspicious. “Excuse me, for a minute.” Hutton said as he walked away from the affiliate, going straight for Lacey. 

No matter how great she looked, she wasn’t supposed to be here. “I need to talk to you.” He whispered to her, grabbing her by the end of her elbow, and pulling her away from the crowd, like a toddler, eventually finding an empty hallway. 

“What the hell Carrington?“ He scolded her, his back toward the crowd so he could cover the both of them. “Tonight is a solo mission, your not supposed to be here.“ He bickered with her, something they have grown accustomed to ever since she got here. “You distracting me has already screwed up the mission. They know something’s up.” He whispered yelled, trying to keep his voice down, whether Lacey also did or not. “You know you always do this, try and show everyone how good you can be by doing your own thing like a newbie and now here you are and you’re so fucking frustrating, Carrington. You are not ready for this, you need to-”

He cut himself off hearing voices down the hallway. “I think he went this way with that girl.” He heard in spanish. “Fuck.” He whispered. He tried to think quickly, before coming up with an idea he thought he used a million times, but prayed he never would have to use on Lacey. “Go with it.” Hutton said, pinning her against the wall of the hallway landing a big kiss on her. 

What was supposed to be a kiss just for show, became something more. From forced, became gradual. From pretend became passionate. From cold became, heated. He never thought he would be kissing her this way. Truth to be told, he never thought he would be kissing anyone this way. But here he was kissing Lacey Carrington, something totally different and natural. 

Eventually, he did hear footsteps come into the room during their kiss, and leave a couple seconds later. He broke the kiss after letting it go on for a little longer, before looking down at Lacey, couldn’t help but let out a smile. “Do me a favor Carrington, if your gonna stick around lay low.” He said before looking around the corner to see if anyone else was coming. “I wasn’t kidding when I said things are getting dangerous.” He said, straightening his jacket before leaving Lacey in the hallway.

He made his way back to the other colleagues of the cartel who seemed to be congratulating him on what happened seconds ago when they walked in. Hutton tried to laugh it off, but he had to admit, he couldn’t get it out of his head.

[writingbykris]

goodbye (jarcy) : my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye. - requested by me lol but for bb @ohmystudmuffin​

listen to “let her go” by passenger cover by jasmine thompson

also part of the columbia series

“Darcy, you are my world. Please never forget that. Everything I did was for you. For us. Forgive me for all I’ve done. Remember me not as a thief, But as the man that will always love you. - Jimmy”

Jimmy slipped this note into a manilla folder, along with the coordinates to a new safeplace, information of their secret bank accounts with all the money and the ring he had gotten long ago. This was just not the circumstance he would give it to her.

He should’ve known this plan would fall south. He should’ve known that someone on the inside of Dominic’s cartel would slip. He should’ve known that everything was put on him and darcy. He should’ve prepared more. And now he had to get darcy safe. That was the main priority for him. He quickly got everything together as he waited for the intel to drop on the roof for the escape. He then sent a message.

Message: Do not let her leave. She is going to try to jump out and escape, but as soon as those doors close, you fly up. And you don’t go down.

Once he sent everything and all order was good, he stood up and went into the room Darcy was in, that she got when she found out about the incident with Johnny North. But that was the least of his worries. No she was not happy to see him, but Jimmy still took that time to go into the room and look outside her window, down to the bottom of the motel they were at. There were the big black cars that rolled up to the hotel, just as he had expected. The ding from his phone let him know that the intel was now on the roof.

It was now or never.

He looked over at Darcy, just one last longing look before the inevitable happened. Trying to soak in every last minute of looking at her. And it was showtime. “There’s a helicopter on the roof.” He said quickly before handing her the manilla folder. “You take this, and do not let it go until you are up in the air when you are opening it. We need to leave now.” With that, he grabbed her hand and ran out of the room and up the stairs. 

While they both raced up the stairs, one by one as fast as they could, holding on to everything as tightly as he could, including darcy, Jimmy could still hear interpol coming right behind them, tailing it. He knew there was no way around it, no matter how much he wanted to, he knew what had to be done.

Eventually they got to the rooftop where Jimmy was able to close the door behind them. He looked around and saw a skinny pipe. He grabbed it and wrapped it around the handle. He could hear the helicopter behind him, and feel the wind gusting against him. He grabbed a hold of Darcy before running up to the helicopter. The door already opened, he helped Darcy up. He was on the stairs before he stopped.

“They’re never gonna stop chasing us.” Jimmy said loudly to her, over the sounds of the blades of the helicopter. “They’re not gonna stop until they catch one of us.” He took a couple more seconds to look at her, to soak up every last moment of her blue eyes, before giving her one last  kiss. A kiss that could never compare to the past, revealing how much he loved her in this moment, and that’s what made it the hardest.

“I love you.” He said, before pushing her all the way into the helicopter before closing the door in front of him. With only the pilot and Darcy aboard. He jumped off the steps before the helicopter went up and up. And she couldn’t get out. 

Even over the blades, he could hear interpol slamming their way out of the stairway and on to the roof, and luckily Darcy was already too high for them to catch. He smiled as he raised his hand behind his head, turning around. He saw Hutton Chadwick, the rat that was in the Reyes cartel, now in his Interpol Jacket, along with a short blonde and large group of agents. “I should’ve known.” He chuckled to himself. “Why don’t we try and settle something here?” He said, before the agents came around and put him in handcuffs. “I’ll tell you all I can.” Jimmy said, before looking up one last time at the helicopter flying away in the sky. “But you’re never catching her.”

[writingbykris]

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger. via - @ohmystudmuffin

Gosh, no one had told Hutton that he was supposed to babysit. If no one had guessed, he wasn’t the man with the biggest hospitality in the world. Yet of course he was the one that was assigned the new girl to teach her how interpol worked. And basically if she messed up, it was all on him. Not that he couldn’t handle the responsibility of Lacey Carrington, he just preferred not to. Yet here he was in Colombia, training the newbie.

The two of them sat in a cafe, as they were on the heels of Dom Reyes, the infamous leader of a drug cartel in Colombia. They had to be very quiet, and discreet. “Okay Carrington, the target has just sat behind you. Do not make any sudden movements.” He instructed as he took a sip of coffee from the cup that sat in front of him. “Usually, in these scenarios, one person looks over to the target, to see who they are talking to, that’s me. and one watches for anything suspicious, that you would be you. The academy taught you about that, right?” he grinned condescending. Agents like Carrington wanted the hard jobs to prove themselves, and Hutton was just fine with not giving them to her.

He peered over her shoulder, seeing Reyes talking to a woman. However, not part of his cartel whatsoever. “That’s not Dia Alvarez.” He commented, taking another sip of his coffee. “That’s Eleanor Dean. Her family is part of the italian mafia. What the heck is she doing here?” After a couple more minutes of the two of them sitting down, the two targets stood up and walked out quickly, very unlike Dom Reyes. And he would know.

“Something’s wrong.“ He mumbled. Setting the cup down. Hutton started looking around himself. For anything out of the ordinary that he would need to keep an eye on. He looked around, the crowd for anything suspicious. He looked up at all the waitstaff. Hutton kept looking. Until he finally found something. Lacey sitting right in front of him, with a red laser pointed at her head.

“GET DOWN.“ He acted quick as he pushed her shoulder along with him as them along with the table went down on the floor, that’s when the shots started happening. One by one, he heard a repeat amount of gunshots that ripped through the air. The screams of the people around him echoed as everyone ran trying to get away. And Hutton found himself lying on top of Lacey, face to face. “Doing alright there Carrington?“ He half heartedly jokes, before the gunshots stopped going off.

He looked up to make sure the coast was clear, that it was safe to get out as fast as possible. “Come on, stop fooling around.” Hutton smiled, before he stood up, took Lacey’s hand as he got them out of there, wondering who put a hit out on them. Or even Lacey, a newbie agent. Someone had to know they were there. . .

[writingbykris]

💜 - Kevj

What children does your muse have, do they want anymore/any at all? - via @figroleplays

As we all know by now, poor baby DJ used to be what we call, a lesbian. Kids were never in her future back then. And it was never in the cards for her, since she never even thought about getting married. She was going to be a world renowned supermodel and focus all her time on her career. It was never part of the plan. Then again, falling into Kevin Weaselton’s life was never part of the plan either. And even though they look like the picture perfect couple on the outside, but if you ever knew them, they would be the last children you would ever WANT nee expect to have children. However, these two hot messs somehow ended up with not one, not two, but FIVE children. And in a very DJ style, they are all named after fashion inspo: Ralph, Lauren, Coco, Ford and Tiffany.

[writingbykris]

rpmemesfam‌:

  some  one  word  prompts .    (    send   one   of   the   words   for   our   muses   to   interact   based   off   that   word   )

goodbye :  my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

nightmare :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

bed :   my  muse  wakes  up  in  the  same  bed  as  your  muse  with  little  recollection  of  the  night  before.

slap :   my  muse  slaps  your  muse  across  the  face  out  of  anger.

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

sleep :   my  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse,  making  it  hard  for  my  muse  to  leave.

trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.

love :   my  muse  confronts  your  muse  about  why  they  never  say  ’ i  love  you ’  back.

piggyback :   my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back,  my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride.

jump :   my  muse  runs  to  your  muse  and  jumps  up,  my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs.

dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.

carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify. 

lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.

shot :   my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses  house  for  aid.

wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.

arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

gun :  my  muse  pulls  out  a  gun  on  your  muse,  your  muse  tries  to  talk  them  into  putting  the  gun  down. 

betrayal :  my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them  in  some  way  and  confronts  them  about  it.

nude :  my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked.

karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. 

laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

wet :   my  muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for  your  muse  to  join  them.

[ildsjels]

not sure what should happen next in your story?

Embarrass your protagonist. Make them seem weak and vulnerable in some way.

Shoot someone. That always takes the reader by surprise. 

In relation, kidnap someone. Or, rather, make it seem to your protagonist like someone has been kidnapped. 

Have one of your side characters disappear or become unavailable for some reason. This will frustrate your protagonist.

Have someone kiss the wrong girl, boy, or person, especially if you’ve been setting up a romance angle. It’s annoying.

If this story involves parents, have them argue. Push the threat of divorce, even if you know it won’t ever happen. It’ll make your readers nervous.

Have someone frame your protagonist for a crime they didn’t commit. This could range from a dispute to a minor crime to a full-blown felony.

If this is a fantasy story involving magic or witchcraft, create a terrible accident that’s a direct result of their spell-casting. 

Injure your protagonist in some way, or push them into a treacherous scenario where they might not make it out alive. 

Have two side characters who are both close to the protagonist get into a literal fist-fight. This creates tension for the reader, especially if these characters are well-developed, because they won’t know who to root for.

Make your protagonist get lost somewhere (at night in the middle of town, in the woods, in someone else’s house, etc.) 

Involve a murder. It can be as in-depth and as important as you want it to be. 

Introduce a new character that seems to prey on your protagonist’s flaws and bring them out to light.

If it’s in-character, have one of your characters get drunk or take drugs. Show the fallout of that decision through your protagonist. 

Spread a rumor about your protagonist. 

If your protagonist is in high-school, create drama in the school atmosphere. A death of a student, even if your protagonist didn’t know them personally, changes the vibe. 

If your story involves children, have one of them do something dangerous (touch a hot stove, run out into the road, etc.) and show how the protagonist responds to this, even if the child isn’t related to them. 

In a fantasy story, toss out the idea of a rebellion or war between clans or villages (or whatever units you are working with). 

Add a scenario where your protagonist has to make a choice. We all have watched movies where we have screamed don’t go in there! at the top of our lungs at the main character. Make them go in there. 

Have your protagonist find something, even if they don’t understand the importance of it yet. A key, a document, an old stuffed animal, etc. 

Foreshadow later events in some way. (Need help? Ask me!)

Have your protagonist get involved in some sort of verbal altercation with someone else, even if they weren’t the one who started it. 

Let your protagonist get sick. No, but really, this happens in real life all the time and it’s rarely ever talked about in literature, unless it’s at its extremes. It could range from a common cold to pneumonia. Maybe they end up in the hospital because of it. Maybe they are unable to do that one thing (whatever that may be) because of it.

Have someone unexpected knock on your protagonist’s door. 

Introduce a character that takes immediate interest in your protagonist’s past, which might trigger a flashback.

Have your protagonist try to hide something from someone else and fail.

Formulate some sort of argument or dispute between your protagonist and their love interest to push them apart. 

Have your protagonist lose something of great value in their house and show their struggle to find it. This will frustrate the reader just as much as the protagonist.

Create a situation where your protagonist needs to sneak out in the middle of the night for some reason.

Prevent your character from getting home or to an important destination in some way (a car accident, a bad storm, flat tire, running out of gas, etc.)

[minervabellona69]

imma need this for when I’m stuck when I start Camp Nano

[accordingtokris]

account update!

[writingbykris]

accordingtokris‌:

so i decided to switch up my accounts a little bit, starting off with a change in mascots for each of them to the icons of my fave movies/tv shows: kathryn from cruel intentions for my main, cher from clueless for my hunt blog and cheryl from riverdale for my writing blog i have also changed the theme so i can stop stealing the one from jocey lmaoo. all will be linked below so you all can follow. 

main - @accordintokris

hunt blog - @huntswithkris

writing blog - @writingbykris

[musingmemes]

    concerned meme

“ are you okay? ”

“ you don’t look so good ”

“ sit down, you look faint ”

“ have you eaten today? ”

“ please, just rest for a minute please ”

“ i’m worried about you ”

“ what the hell happened? ”

“ did someone do this to you? ”

“ what’s wrong? ”

“ how long has this been going on? ”

“ why didn’t you tell me? ”

“ i can’t not care about you ”

“ don’t tell me you’re fine. this is not fine ”

[sagamemes]

fifty ways to kiss someone.   send me a 💏 and i will randomise a number in order for my muse to kiss yours…

…good morning.

…goodnight.

…goodbye.

…where it hurts.

…where it doesn’t hurt.

…on a falling tear.

…to shut them up.

…in secrecy.

…in public.

…desperately.

…in joy.

…in grief.

…discreetly.

…casually.

…passionately.

…lazily.

…to distract.

…as encouragement.

…for luck.

…on a scar.

…on a place of insecurity.

…in a rush of adrenaline.

…in relief.

…in danger.

…as a ‘yes’.

…as an apology.

…as a suggestion.

…as a lie.

…as a promise.

…as comfort.

…after a small rejection.

…to wake yours up.

…forcefully.

…to pretend.

…to gain something.

…to give up control.

…without a motive.

…because yours is running out of time.

…because mine is.

…because the world is ending.

…because the world is saved.

…out of pride.

…out of greed.

…out of lust.

…out of anger.

…out of envy or jealousy.

…out of spite.

…out of habit.

…out of necessity.

…out of love.

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ϟ Layton >>

drunk text from lacey to hutton (#layton).

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[writingbykris]

[TEXT]: jesus christ [TEXT]: who the hell gave you alcohol [TEXT[: where are you i’ll come get you

[writingbykris]

Prompt - Surprise . . .

 So far, Campbell was pretty sure she got this single mom thing down. She had basically all the money to give Harper and had just gotten used to changing her and feeding her. She didn’t need a man to help her. Sure, it’s nice to have Vic around to babysit the girls but she could do this all by herself. Her and Harper against the world. Considering what happened to her father, this is what was best. Not that she would ever introduce Harper to some man in her life. 

And right now, she was doing just fine by herself. Right now she was getting ready upstairs in the house she had with Harper, for infiltrating one of the banquets her and the omegas were planning on taking from. See she was a single mother and still running the omegas like a badass. She got one of the rookies in the group to look after Harper while they did their things fthe night. And right now Harper was downstairs in her playpen while Campbell finished getting ready. 

She could hear Harper getting antsy downstairs, something babies like her always did, no big deal. And she was teaching Harper the abandonment method, where if she didn’t reply to a child’s cries, they would stop crying. Eventually, she did stop, much to her own amusement. Campbell smiled to herself, as she finished getting ready. 

When she was done, she hadn’t heard Harper whine in a little bit, she just figured that Harper was asleep because she was the best mom in the world. Campbell made her way quietly down the stairs, because she knew Harper would be the devil spawn that she was when she was woken up from her naps. But when she got to her playpen, Harper wasn’t in there.

Instead, there stood a man. One with his back turned to her, as he had been cradling something. But one thing was for sure, a wave of anxiety and panic instantly rushed over Campbell, causing her to reach for her gun under her dress. She couldn’t lose Harper. She had already lost one Armstrong and there was no way she was going to lose her own this time. 

“Put. Her. Down.” She demanded, pointing the gun to the back of his head. “If you hurt one hair on her head, I will fire twelve fucking warning shots into your head. Now put her down.” This time, she held the barrel straight behind his head. As he turned around, Campbell was ready to blow out his brains right there and then. 

But then she saw his face.

No matter how long a year has been, no matter how much his face changed, Campbell could tell that Sawyer Armstrong was standing right in front of her, holding her daughter, which happened to be his daughter too. “Sawyer . . .” she said almost immediately, lowering the gun. She was in a state of shock, not really knowing what to do. Sure she had her weird dreams that he would one day come back and him holding his kid while she was pregnant, but she never really believed she would ever see this day coming. Though she would never admit it to anyone, she had already cried too many tears last year when she thought he was dead, even though there was the small voice in the back of her head that told her he pulled some shit and he was still alive. And low and behold, it was right. 

Harper started crying once again, which brought her back to reality, that she was still in the arms of a stranger. Putting the gun back in place, she walked up and took her away from Sawyer. “Shhh, it’s okay Harper.” Campbell soothed, eventually putting her back into the playpen once she calmed down again. 

She turned around, hoping that he just wouldn’t be there, that it was all in her head and it just wasn’t him. But there he was. Standing there still alive. At this point she had no more tears to cry for him, or at least in front of him. Dead or Alive, she would do everything in her power to never let him see her cry. At this point, she had no words to say either. 

All the emotion she could muster up lead to a clean hard slap right across his face. Slapping him wasn’t hard to do, but managing not to cry while doing it was.

“Get out.” She managed to say, grabbing her gun and pointing it at him. “You wanted to play dead? You should’ve stayed that way.” She barked at him, her voice couldn’t help but crack. But she stayed strong. “And I don’t care if she’s your blood. If you ever come here and touch her again, you won’t have to fake your death again.”

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[unclefather]

how to kiss a boy

grab his waist

slip your hand in his pocket

steal his wallet

dont even kiss him

just run

[writingbykris]

Prompt: End of Chad’s Dryspell

no one asked for this but then again everyone asked for this so let’s see what happens @themaddeningworldofbappers

Just another one of Lux’s party’s again, and Chad was the one playing designated driver, or so he had planned. Usually it was just him being designated driver, or sometimes Mara. But usually Chad, he liked to make sure people were home safe and just gave him a better piece of mind. Besides it was better not to have him be drunk and do something he might regret. Especially if Tia was gonna be here. He didn’t know what it was about Tia, and all her harmless flirting made him feel warm and fuzzy inside. But it looks like that wasn’t the case. 

Just as Chad was about to pour himself a cup of water while everyone else was just dancing with the music or playing drinking games, his cup was smacked out of his hand, only for him to look over at a less than amused Lux. “What’s wrong? Not having fun at your party?” He said, just as he was about to grab another drink. “I am, but your the one that’s not having fun.” She said, before pushing a drink in his hand. “No thanks Lux, I’m just gonna . . .” “No.” She stopped him mid sentence. “You are gonna sit her, drink and have fun for once in your vanilla life. Tia is and I don’t need you to be a buzzkill again.” Chad narrowed his eyes at the girl. “Okay you need to stop. I’m gonna be designated driver, like always. Tia and I are just friends.” He said handing the cup back to her, only for Lux to hand it back, slurring her words. “Noooooo. You and I are just friends. Mara and Jackson are just friends. You and Tia? That’s something different. Now if you don’t drink this in ten minutes I’m kicking you out.” She said about to walk off. “You didn’t say you and Jackson right now.” Chad said when she turned back around “You know, just friends” “Potato Tomato.” She said before going off into the crowd. Chad couldn’t help but laugh, as she was already pretty drunk at her own party.

But could some of what she said be right. Usually Chad never listened to whatever Lux said, especially while intoxicated. Has he been a buzzkill though? Sure, Chad was his father’s son, but that wasn’t a lie. Even out of all his siblings, Chad would be the one to stay behind. He did things by the book and had a spotless record. Maybe that was the problem? Chad looked down at the cup of whisky, shrugged and downed the whole cup.

A couple of hours later, drink after drink and Chad could start seeing the fun in drinking so much. Just not caring, feeling the light headedness and living in the moment and not caring about what comes next. Sure, Chad has had a few drunk nights in his days, but those were back in the academy days. It had been a while since he would ever even think about getting as drunk as he was now. Hell right now he was laughing at some joke Jackson was telling with Lux on his (Jackson’s) lap, which he never did anymore.

That was until he saw her out of the corner of his eye. There was Tia, the girl all this was about, all alone, surrounded by the many guests Lux had. But all he could see was Tia. Normally, he thought that Tia was too good for a dude like him. She was fun, alive and just so confident. Something he admired all around. And tonight, he thought fuck it. He finished the rest of the drink he had, which felt like the millionth, before walking over to Tia who was still standing alone. Well, not for long. “Hey Tia.” He said to get his attention. That’s when he kissed her. A long time coming for sure. What started out as kind of awkward, tasted of alcohol and just forced, became something else. Became, nice, comfortable. What started off with no spark grew into electricity, something he knew they shared but was too hesitant to do. Eventually when they broke, everyone around them felt completely gone, and he felt sober again, and he knew exactly what he wanted. What he wanted all along. “Do you wanna get out of here?”