yahtzee

        the  less  words  that  fell  from  the  others’  lips,  the  more  they  continued  to  feel  like  a  fool  for  bringing  up  this  topic  in  the  first  place.  not  only  was  it  a  waste  of  time,  now  brady  is  finding  it  hard  to  justify  it  even  being  HALF  worth  it.  ❝  don’t  ?  that’s  all  you  wanna  say  ?  ❞   rhetorical  question,  hoping  it  expresses  just  how  dumbfounded  they  actually  are.  ❝   fine  .  .  .  okay.  i  must’ve  misread  the  signs  somewhere  along  the  way.  ❞

a spark of anger easily budded in the back of titan’s mind at their words. “what do you want me to fucking say?” he asked rudely, hoping the crisp tone of voice would deter them from interacting with them further. it was much easier to let them hate him than anything else. he would take on the personality of jack frost themself if it meant saving them from his train-wreck of a life. 

perhaps it was the years that camryn had lived or the many lives and alias' she had downed as her own. it could have been the many friends she had lost and lovers who had lost her. maybe, it was her broken home or the monster she had become. the laundry list of reasons her smile never quite reached her eyes was endless, a chaos of open seas on stormy day. "nonsense." she waved them off with a swat of her palm in the air. she tried smiling again, willing the cheer to reach her eyes, knowing it never would.

❛    for    your    information,    the    prepubescent    thirteen    year    old    boy   with    emo     tendencies   look    is    trendy    these    days.    you    could    be    famous    and    get    us    out    of    this    fucking    town.    ❜    all    his    life    he    had    lived    there,    having    a    quite    ordinary    life    and    although    his    sister    was    there,    there    were    memories    that    haunted    him,    from    which    jasper    wanted    to    escape.    ❛    you're    not    entirely    wrong .  .  .    even    though    you    have    that    leadership   quality,    you're    also    a    pain    in    the    ass    sometimes,    ❜    jasper    expresses    along    with    a    laugh    and    then    adds,    ❛    your    people    will    probably    want    to    get    rid    of    you    on    day    one.    ❜    the    thing    was    that,    despite    being    a    passive    and    calm    person,    jasper    liked    deimos.    hanna    always    told    him    that    she    had    no    idea    how    he    put    up    with    deimos'    noisy    personality,    jasper    didn't    know    either,    he    just    did,    maybe    because    he    made    his    life    less    miserable    and    a    lot    brighter.    ❛    just    because    i’m    in    the    process    of    becoming    a    doctor    doesn't    mean    i    have    to    take    care    of    your    sick    ass.    ❜    although    he    would    do    it    without    thinking.    jasper    snatches    the    snack    from    him    and    takes    a    small    bite    before    laughing    in    unison    with    deimos    at    the    thought    of    dressing    up    as    a    nurse.    his    laugh    almost    echoes    in    the    night    as    he    leans    his    body    against    him.    ❛   i    didn't    know    you    had    a    fucking    costume    kink.   ❜    he    jokes,    letting    out    a    sigh    because    his    belly    hurts    from    laughing    so    much.    jasper    notices    deimos    looking    at    him    while    his    fingers    are    still    in    his    mouth,    he    also    notices    the    sudden    movement    above    his    head,    however    he    decides    to    remain    silent,    even    if    for    a    moment    his    gaze    on    him    stole    his    breath.    ❛    i'll    be    honest,    i'd    probably    call    you    crying,    begging    you    to    get    me    out    of    there.    ❜    he    smiles    so    that    his    eyes    seem    to    disappear    from    his    face.    ❛    probably    would.    but    then    she    would    resurrect    you    and    invite    you    home    for    dinner.    c'mon,    hanna    is    a    bitch    sometimes,    but    she's    not    that    bad.    she    just    loves    you    in    her    own    way .  .  .    ❜

he didn’t think he had it in him to be famous, though he supposed it would be more helpful in the monetary department when it came to providing for his family. his father was a pushover with no grasp on the concept of savings and his mother wanted nothing to do with him and everything to do with his sibling. the thought of jasper thinking he could save them from their shitty neighborhood like some crime fighting vigilante brought a blush to his pale cheeks. he shook his long hair from his eyes, running a hand through the tangled ends. “yes,” he agreed with a curt nod before his lips curved into a cheshire cat like smile. “but i’m your pain in the ass,” he added with a coo to his voice. he clutched his chest dramatically as if jasper’s words truly wounded him on the leadership crime gang front. “my followers wouldn’t dream of going against their leader,” he boasted with hands placed gracefully on his hips. the mention of jasper’s professional path was a conflicting matter to deimos. he was happy that they were pursing their career earnestly but then when he thought about the crazy hours and limited time for a social life, it made his smile turn sour. he surely wouldn’t see jasper enough. “that’s exactly what being a doctor means,” he countered, scooting his body closer to his friend’s as he leaned against his lanky frame. “everyone should have a costume kink. makes things interesting,” he teased, nuzzling his head in the crook of his neck as he stole back his slim jim. “i’d have to truly contemplate if i’d help you. you would surely have to beg and possibly grovel to convince me.” lies. there would be no way in hell he would ever let jasper even suffer the tiniest bit in his life if he had anything to do to help it. “well this is true, but who doesn’t love me? does she still have that pesky crush on me?”

“so what, this is how we are going to end things then? that’s what you want?” sasha wiped her eyes, tears blurred her vision to a point where she struggled to look at them now. // @jackfr0sted​

“no.” the answer swiftly moved passed his lips as soon as their last syllable was uttered. he didn’t want things to end, but they had to. he wasn’t the right person for sasha. he was too sensitive, too nerdy, too embarrassing to be seen in public with. they deserved better. “i don’t want this,” he continued with a slight stutter of his words, his own bottom lip quivering as he held back his own tears. “but. . .we can’t see each other anymore.”

“so what, the plan is just abandon ship then?” lila asked, dropping her hands into her lap. “i was a nightmare and so it’s just easier to leave?” she asked, trying to keep the hurt from her voice. it should have counted for something. she knew that he had to care about her in some way, but lila wore blinders and she couldn’t let herself see him. she needed to hear it. that had always been her downfall. no one ever said what they meant, said what they felt. if she thought about it for longer than half a second she could easily blame her family. no one said they loved each other enough, she was missing that as a kid and it haunted her in her adult life. “it’s something. but i can’t see it, rhys. you have to understand that.” lila groaned, but climbed out of her seat and pressed him back with a hand. she couldn’t watch him leave. not without explaining her shitty fucking attitude at least. “you don’t say it, i can’t believe it. i am broken. my brain, i mean. you could do anything, fucking kill for me, but i wouldn’t believe it. i am sorry that i am fucking nightmare fuel, but i want to believe you.”

“you weren’t even on the ship to begin with.” it wasn’t like they had shown any interest in him or his time. it was strange because usually rhys was the life of the party, multiple shots taken, stories to be shared with strangers, awkward lewd dances to showcase on the open floor. maybe it was the fact that lila had chosen not to spend a majority of her time with him but instead sucking face at the bar. he mewled over his circumstance and decided to slide back into his sarcastic charm of millionaire playboy philanthropist. “nightmare is harsh.” his shoulders lifted in a shrug, trying not to add insult to injury because he had heard the hurt in their voice. “there is miscommunication here because i also can’t read your fucking mind to know when to say something or when not to say something.” his home life made sure he swallowed any words to ever contradict his father. he knocked his head back against the booth groaning as he signaled down a waitress. he needed tequila shots and stat. he processed her words, staring deeply into her eyes. “lila,” he softly spoke. “you aren’t broken and if you are then i must be beyond salvageable.” he lifted the palm of his hand to press to her cheek, thumb brushing past her lips. “i am here in this shitty place for you.”  

jasper    just    smiles,    shaking    his    head    slightly,    because    he    can't    contradict    him    on    that.    deimos    is    attractive,    worthy    of    being    on    the    cover    of    some    famous    fashion    magazine    or    on    the    runway.    he’s    much    more    confident    than    him,    he    has    no    doubt    that    he    could    get    away    with    any    problem,    if    he    wanted    to.    jasper    was    so    different,    always    trying    to    be    a    good    citizen,    a    good    little    brother,    a    good    person    in    general.    they    were    polar    opposites,     but    he'd    always    believed    that    made    them    so    close.    ❛    you're    fucking    crazy,    i    swear    to    god.    ❜    he    says,    smiling,    hearing    his    idea    about    the    crime    ring,    while    he    extends    his    hand    to    grab    deimos’    drink    and    take    a    sip.    ❛    you    could    have    any    job    you    wanted,    you    could    be    at    fucking    paris    fashion    week    or    some    shit    like    that,    but    instead    you    want    to    start    a    crime    ring.    ❜    jasper    clicks    his    tongue    and    looks    at    him    with    a    raised    eyebrow.    ❛    sugar    makes    you    stupid  .  .  .    and    that    shit    has    enough    salt    to    give    you    a    fucking    ulcer.    ❜    he    doesn't    even    bother    to    hide    the    way    his    eyes    roll    when   he    sees    him    bite    into    the    slim    jin    and    then    gobble    up    the    remaining    doritos.

it    wasn't    the    first    time    he    had    heard    that.    jasper    had    the    face    of    a    good    boy,    and    he    was.    while    his    sister    had    gotten    the    tough    personality    of    their    father,    jasper    had    been    given    the    warmth    and    the    kindness    of    their    late    mother.    getting    into    trouble    wasn't    his    thing,    but    deimos    made    it    seem    so    much    fun.     ❛    shut    the    fuck    up.    i    could    look    like    a    criminal    if    i    wanted    to.    ❜    jasper    jokes,    nudging    deimos    side    with    a    soft    laugh,    knowing    that    it    was    impossible.    ❛    we're    definitely    going    for    the    mega-dick.    if    i    get    arrested,    it    must    be    for    a    mega-dick.    if    i    wanted    to    see    a    small    one,    i’d    just    have    to    see    hanna's    boyfriend’s    dick.    ❜    jasper    laughs    once    more.    he    likes    the    way    he    always    laughs    when    deimos    is    around.    the    brunette    mimics    the    other    and    sucks    on    his    thumb    and    index   finger    to    get    rid    of    the    remaining    cheese    on    his    fingers,    and    then    wipes    his    hands    on    the    sides    of    his    legs    against    the    fabric    of    his    black    jeans.    ❛    are    you    sure    you    wouldn't    run    off,    letting    the    police    catch    me    ?    ❜    jasper    asks    with    a    smile,    drawing    his    knees    closer    to    his    chest,    resting    his    cheek    on    them    as    he    looks    at    him.

it was a staple in his personality, being a wild card, borderline bonkers or crazy. it was mostly a coping mechanism, finding solace in the protective blanket that humor provided him. though, despite his childlike demeanor, he hid his dejected family life with a toothy grin. “that i am. that i am,” he agreed, reaching over to ruffle their hair in quiet affection. “me? a model? fashion? paris? i dress like a prepubescent thirteen year old boy with emo tendencies,” he insulted, motioning his hand toward his graphic tee shirt and scuffled worn out vans. “i think i could really excel at a crime ring. i have that leadership quality. i think my resume is spotless for jail crime boss,” he boasted, curling his knees to his chest as he continued to chomp unattractively on his snack. “i’m a genius. stupid isn’t in my blood. i have an iq of one hundred bitch!” deimos puckered his lips in regal proudness. “if i get an ulcer will you take care of me. i don’t do well when i’m sick, well i mean i have a shitty immune system so i get hit pretty bad at the tiniest inconvenience. could you dress like a nurse too?” he snickered, nearly doubling over in laughter at the idea of jasper having the slightest semblance to a criminal, maybe he could cosplay as one of the wet bandits from home alone but that would be as deadly as deimos thought he could pull off. “oof, burn. micropenis status,” he jolted, fist pumping in the air. his eyes slightly widened when he noticed he was staring at jasper licking the cheese dust off his fingers, though he played it off like there was a bug that flew on the other’s head. “that is pretty tempting. i think a day in juvy might do you some good.” he knew jasper wouldn’t go to juvy but he always liked to poke fun at his youngish features. ( features he loved ). “but alas, hanna would kill me and then resurrect me and then kill me again.”

lei shook his head, “you do. you know how you just are putting your guard up and not allowing it to happen, summer.” the man corrected her. “you and i when things are great we are un-fucking-stopable.” he reminded her. “couldnt be a better and more powerful couple.. but it seems like we have lost that.” he pointed out. “you are pushing me out.. putting some wall between us and i need you to put it down. i need you to let me in.” he explained. 

they shouldn’t have been surprised she had her guard walls up. she nearly reinforced the bricks herself daily. “why do you try so hard?” she accidentally wondered aloud, but the words were uttered and she couldn’t take it back now. “you make it sound like things are rarely good.” she paused. “we shouldn’t see each other anymore.” she made a stand, defiance pitched in her voice. she was imploding, swallowing her reaction to lash out with harsh insults to further push lei away. surely it was easier for him to hate her than let him in. she was fucked up and it was better to save him from her damaged goods before they got in too deep. she was not her twin, whom would have broke down crying and start apologizing with undying sorrow.