we used to be friends

[cherik]

[southernbird-a]

               to say the least, lip’s obvious sense of reluctance only amused her more.  that wall separating the two of them seemed taller than ever, and yet still beth hung on tight, ready to scale however many vertical miles laid above her.  she wasn’t desperate or needy, just curious.  no mess of frat parties or bar shows had ever thrown somebody like lip in her direction, and beth was eager to see just how far she could push the guy before he either gave in or clammed up completely.  

                ❛ eager t’ get rid’a me? ❜  a victorious tone hung in the songbird’s voice, her wide smile mirroring that strong hint of confidence.  ❛ m’ supposed to be tutorin’ a freshman in piano ‘round six, but I’m free t’ bug you ‘til then.  looks like I’m doin’ pretty good with that so far. ❜  as much as she enjoyed getting under the college boy’s skin, beth knew better than to push her luck too far.  the heels of her leather-bound cowboy boots crunched at the snow beneath them as she took a few steps back, head nodding towards el station a few blocks north.  ❛ ya gonna walk me t’ the train at least?  I mean, unless ya want me t’ get mugged or worse on my way up there alone. ❜

[youngblcods]

                    there was a game being played here and the college boy could tell. he was never one for these games, they always ended messy. girls trying to get in his head or vice versa ––– it was just never a habit he planned on maintaining during college. but of course it’s hard to teach and old dog new tricks. or hard for someone to unlearn old mistakes rather. he would have much preferred to keep her the quite nameless blonde that sat in whatever class they had together but here she was, in need of being walked to the el. he knew this could only end badly. in his experience he never had much self control in these matters.

                   ❛ eager to ah ––– figure you out, as you said. ❜ eager wasn’t the right word, figure out probably wasn’t the best choice either. whatever, he’d said it now. free till six. there was hours between now and then yet he still didn’t know what to do with that information or the sweet southern girl. he opted for just walking her politely to the el. even though the idea of her getting mugged in broad daylight was bullshit. ❛ alright, ❜ a small smirk settled on is features before moving to his back pocket to pull the pack of cigarettes and in turn another cancer stick. ❛ you want one of your own this time? ❜

[bigspot]

               the odds of anything going relatively smooth this weekend were slim to none, and zach had prepared for the worst like a squirrel for a long winter.  a really fucked up squirrel whose drinking problem was, at the very least, a debatable issue.  he had weed.  he had booze.  whatever kind of shit decided to be thrown his way, at least he’d have a little something on the side to take the sharp edge off ––– or so he hoped.  with the college boy’s head already high as a kite, zach was calm, cool, and collected.  for now.  ❛ the beer ain’t any better than back home, I can promise ya that.  they probably water it down so people don’t pass out when it mixes with whatever other shit they’re on.  I got more grass on me if ya want some. ❜

[youngblcods]

                   blue hues took a moment to scan and observe the around him environment carefully. dull lighting, beautiful people making out with other beautiful people or making their way somewhere private to take advantage of their drunken stupor, loud music, a game of beer pong that caught his eye. really it was like any other party he’d been too. still didn’t help him feel welcomed or comfortable. it was a strange feeling he chose to ignore and repress. though he still couldn’t help but look to his little brother and wonder if maybe he’d felt the same, if he still did. ❛ i see vodka ––– there’s time for shots later. ❜ the offer for pot sparked his interest though he debated it, a hit wouldn’t hurt him. ❛ good shit? a joint, yeah? i’ll have some. ❜ 

[gcreaddict-deactivated20160407]

        ❝ god, you’re no fun. fangs apparently feel super nice. ❞

[youngblcods]

                  ❛ i’m no fun? you sure about that? like you would know. besides different strokes for different folks. ❜

[gcreaddict-deactivated20160407]

      ❝ well ya know they’re my secret weapon. work better than fangs. ❞

[youngblcods]

               ❛ on me anyway. besides -- you wouldn’t be able to sink those fangs of yours into me. ❜

[southernbird-a]

             she was so much smarter than to get tangled into the web that was lip gallagher.  the blinking lights, the warning signs.  all screeching their sirens and telling her to stay the heck away from this one.  but still, she found herself with butterflies in her stomach.  butterflies that nipped and bit with every secret lip seemed to keep as if whatever words he locked behind his teeth would surprise her in the slightest.  she’d dealt with the rougher types before.  the city kids from crappy homes and just as crappy outlooks on life.  but lip was a different breed of city kid, with more grit than a back alley in the worst parts of atlanta.  beth knew whatever road they traveled down would be a messy one, and yet she continued on.  it was only for a semester, afterall.  maybe she just needed to get it all out of her system.  ❛ I’m not tryin’ t’ make it my business, I’m just tryin’ t’ figure you out is all.  you’re like the bermuda triangle or somethin’.  ya just suck up everythin’ that crosses your path, good or bad. ❜

[youngblcods]

                 the words ‘figure out’ were what always got him. because no she wasn’t the first girl who wanted to do that, in fact -- all girls he’d been with wanted to figure him out. give or take. he was now past the point of wondering whether it was something special about him or whether that was just a thing all girls had in common. the fact is really, not even lip had himself figured out. he did know, however, that he couldn’t give beth greene what she really wanted. ❛ don’t think anyone’s ever compared me to the bermuda triangle before, so ah -- that’s new. ❜ he’s actively trying not to be an asshole, because right now it’s in both their interests to leave well enough alone. lip gallagher being the hurricane he is, knowing full well the catastrophic damage he could and probably would do to this girl given the opportunity. he’d rather not. ❛ don’t you have class or -- or something? ❜

[lolbartri]

[youngblcods]

                                                         ( @bigspot​ )

                 lip was no stranger to parties and hadn’t been for quite some time. though the sudden realisation of the fact that he was no longer in familiar territory brought up nerves he didn’t quite understand. maybe it was the fact he had the ability to make any kind of impression, or lack thereof, he wanted. maybe it was the fact that contrary to the front the young man put up, he was intimidated by the beautiful people of california. he was a nobody from georgia. he broke silence swallowing the mouthful of beer as he peered over at his brother. ❛ you better be right about these parties, dude. ❜ 

[sweetjunhee]

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[gcreaddict-deactivated20160407]

                                             @youngblcods

      ❝I want attention. Lots an’ lots of attention.❞        He’s always craving her  attention  though.

[youngblcods]

                  ❛ you know i can’t handle those puppy dog eyes. they’re dangerous. ❜

[unknownparadiseee]

[moonsworn-archive]

( parrish: ) “ i’m worried about you ”

meme || status: accepting || @youngblcods

          Kenzi isn’t used to being open with people about how she feels, but it’s impossible to hide anything from the boy sitting beside her when he feels everything that she does. She lets her hand slide into his own, relishing the warmth and comfort that it provides. “Can you just - hold me? I’ll tell you about it later, I promise. I just… need to not think about anything for a while.”

[matthewdaddarioedits]

[semfoco]

[moonsworn-archive]

MOODBOARD: Kenzi & Parrish. ( @youngblcods. )

[youngblcods]

                                            ( @littlefightcr )

                there was a lot to be said about upstate california woods. the young man found them a lot more tranquil then the cities, he had an appreciation for them and how he was able to just lose himself. since coming into his powers that’s where the boy spent most if not all his time. he cut himself away from the world and all the white noise. it never turned off. even out in one of the most secluded trails he still felt... everything. emotions, desires, needs. it was all there. just dampened by the distance he put between himself and civilisation. 

                parrish found himself at a stand still. his body holding him back, a knee jerk reaction his brain made to the sudden debilitating wave of emotion. he was getting better at differentiating between his emotions and other people’s so he knew this wasn’t his. but he couldn’t for the life of him see anyone around. as far as he could tell he was completely alone. ❛ hello? ❜ he called out in hopes he’d manage to find whoever was responsible for the content that was washing over him. he sounds, distant and unfamiliar however they could have been nothing. still he stood there, wary and cautious.

[alicecarrier-deactivated2018120]