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PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME 0.2

bold for things i could definitely see or want, italics for things i could see or am unsure of and striked out for things i don’t want or cannot see.

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  / friendship of need  / dying friendship / circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other .

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other .

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ] /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other .

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  / dangerous to others /  unpredictable  / rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters / based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other .

what’s on your closet? 

        THE BEER ISN’T AS STRONG AS HE WOULD LIKE FOR IT TO BE,   &  steve finds himself wishing for something a little stronger.   but he’s already downed enough of the frothy liquid that to add liquor on top of it now would surely lead to him spilling his guts over the front porch.   but even so,  after a keg stand  &  a few cans drained,  his face has begin to flush,  his vision spinning slightly at the edges of his vision field.  &  in the center of it,  stubbornly still  in focus,  is heather’s wide grin,  her lips covered in glossy-looking black lipstick.

                          ❝ seriously ?  you steal booze from parties to go hang out alone in a graveyard ? ❞   he laughs,  the sound bitter even in his own ears.  it seems like a little bit  too much of a  commitment  to the whole goth thing for him,  but heather is nothing if not committed to her look.   &  steve is nothing if not  dumb  ( especially when he’s drunk ).   ❝ well if you want to see some dumb shit happen,  just stick around me tonight.  because i’m  finally  starting to feel that last beer.  ❞  &  for some reason,  the more he drank,  the easier heather seemed to talk to.

“oh harrington, at that graveyard? i’m never alone-” she smiles, gives her voice a mocking tone, pretending to want to spook steve, she instead takes to drinking out of the cup she’s holding. the liquor burning slightly as it passes her throat. she’s slightly swayed by the alcohol. nice and buzzed. her pale skin flushed at the edges of her cheeks, head tilts up. 

                                         HE   DOESN’T   HAVE   TO   PLAY   AT   BEING   DUMB .    steve   is   dumb   –   has   been   told   as   much   his   whole   life .   &   that   goes   double   when   he’s   quite   a   few   drinks   &   a   kegstand   into   a   party .   but   he’s   not    gonna   give   her   the   satisfaction   of   knowing   that .   so   instead   he   just   rolls   his   eyes ,   leans   casually   against   the   counter   as   he   fishes   the   pocketknife   out   of   his   jeans .   ❝  not   nearly   shitfaced   enough   for   this   goddamn   conversation .   so   if   you   don’t   mind  – ❞ 

the   motion   of   piercing   the   aluminum   (  just   above   the   juncture ,   right   where   it’s   weakest  )   is   so   practiced   that   steve   doesn’t   even   have   to   watch   what   he’s   doing .   which   means   that   he   can   keep   his   eyes   on   heather   while   he   lifts   the   can   to   his   mouth   &   lets   the   beer   pour   down   his   throat .   she’s   topping   off   her   own   cup   with   cheap   vodka .   evidently   everyone   could   get   behind   getting   trashed ,   no   matter   their   clique .   seems   they   have   at   least   one   thing   in   common .   he   cracks   the   tab ,   empties   the   last   few   drops   from   the   can ,   then   tosses   it   one - handed   into   the   nearly - full   bin .   ❝  so   what   are   you   doing   here   anyway ?   i   didn’t   think   parties   were   really   your   scene .  ❞

HEATHER’S EYES SETTLE ON HIS MOVEMENTS, lingering. even more so when he claims he needs to be more shitfaced. makes her smile, nothing gentle about it, nothing soft. the light reflecting off the sharp knife, and zoning in on it BUT OH THEN HER PIERCING GAZE FOLLOWS THE LINE OF HIS NECK AND HOW IT SWALLOWS. it’s rude to stare but she can’t help it. 

how          rare          he’d          get           to          participate          in          such          conversations          ,          subject          QUICKLY          CHANGED          upon         him          bringing          it          up     .          strange          how          DEATH          was          so          rejected          ,          an          uncomfortable          topic      :      it          had          to          happen          sometime     !             𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒          𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊      .            it          had          to          feel          good         ,          right     ?          the          same          kind         of          good          he          felt          when          BLOOD          COATED         his          finger         tips     .            a          laugh          escapes          throat          ,          still          a          mischievous          smile          upon           features          as          hand          was          shoved         into          pocket          to          retrieve          lighter     .           bringing          metal          towards          the          end          of            stick           before          PULLING          THE          TRIGGER          ,          igniting        large          flame     .             his          own          ash          was          flicked          towards          ground     .          ❝           satisfying          or          peaceful      ?           ❞

SHE LEANS FOWARD only slightly, cigarette alights. taking a long drag, eyes squinting. nidding slightly as she lets tobacco settle on her lungs. letting out smoke between them then. shrugs, looking off to a side then. “- i guess there’s nothing peaceful about dying. just the whole shitstain that is life imploding on itself, satisfying. a whole fucking gun show.” lips curl at the end. light eyes looking up at him. 

                                                   insert    the    irrevocable    scoff—       hell    ,    call    it    an    incredulous    one    .    the    fiend    felt    undermined    !        ❛      what    do    you    take    me    for    ,    huh    ?    A    QUITTER    ?    don’t    be    fuckin’    daft    .        ’        he    dared    to    snicker    in    disdain—-        the    audacity    of    some    people    .       his    circling    finally    comes    to    a    halt—-        between    skeletal    fingers    does    he    twirl    loose    strands—-        her    strands—-        rather    soft    .        THE    FREAK    TAKES    A    WHIFF    .            ❛       kinda     dirty    .     i    like    .     ’

IT’S ALL VERY MUCH WRONG, uneasiness settle deep within her. EYES FOLLOW HIM, not very trusting. HE’S A LITTLE TOO CLOSE. and she doesn’t feel any immediate anger but the aura is heavy around her shoulders. SUDDENLY HER HAIR IS IN HIS HAND and it’s SHOCKING AT FIRST. then downright UNNERVING.