NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP! // NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWN!
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@jazzsolos
NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP! // NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWN!
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vitriolics:
@jazzsolos liked for a starter!
“pi-co?” messy word managed to push it’s way through out into a comprehensible name, a familiar name. but something wasn’t right with this guy. the energy is just different, and he’s not sure why.
eh, who cares?
“your haircut? bad.”
PICO? wait hold up, who the hell’s talking to him right now? and knows his legit name? jazz’s head whips around to look at the blue haired -- well -- stranger? wait, who the fuck is this? there’s a long loooong pause as he looks at this guy, trying to figure out if this is who he thinks it is, only for----
" bruh -- what th’ fuck’s your deal?? “ he would ask, clearly offended. after a second, he seems to recollect himself, throwing an insult right back at -- whoever the fuck this is? this can’t be his ex -- this guy’s nowhere near as emo to fit the cut. “ well your snapback looks like shit! “ to finish it off with a cherry on top, so to speak, he flips him off. yeah, that’ll show his ass.
vitriolics:
@jazzsolos liked for a starter!
“pi-co?” messy word managed to push it’s way through out into a comprehensible name, a familiar name. but something wasn’t right with this guy. the energy is just different, and he’s not sure why.
eh, who cares?
“your haircut? bad.”
PICO? wait hold up, who the hell’s talking to him right now? and knows his legit name? jazz’s head whips around to look at the blue haired -- well -- stranger? wait, who the fuck is this? there’s a long loooong pause as he looks at this guy, trying to figure out if this is who he thinks it is, only for----
" bruh -- what th’ fuck’s your deal?? “ he would ask, clearly offended. after a second, he seems to recollect himself, throwing an insult right back at -- whoever the fuck this is? this can’t be his ex -- this guy’s nowhere near as emo to fit the cut. “ well your snapback looks like shit! “ to finish it off with a cherry on top, so to speak, he flips him off. yeah, that’ll show his ass.
" why th’ hell is every otha’ version of me so off their meds? th’ fuck is this a psych ward? “
" geez -- i’m sorry, i scared ya didn’t i? “ jazz’s rambunctious smile softened into a more empathetic look, clearly he hadn’t expected agent to jump about a foot in the air in response to his sudden surprise. he assumed that getting a silent party popper would be enough to ease agent’s jumpiness, but he supposes that wasn’t the case. “ i didn’t mean to. guess i owe ya one for that, babes. “
jazz’s smile returned, albeit a bit confusedly, when agent asked why he remembered his birthday. " cause we knew eachother for years? what do you expect of me, that i would forget? “ he mocked offense, a hand placed on his chest, before he dropped it. his hands reached out, holding agent’s in them as he moved back && fourth excitedly. “ anyways. tell me what ya wanna do today!! anything’s on the table! it’s your special day! “ jazz sang the last part of his sentence, clearly in a good mood.
" HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABE!! “ the door is barely even open by the time jazz pops out from where he was hiding behind the kitchen counter, setting off a silent party popper that sent blue confetti everywhere. he hoped that this would be a fun way to celebrate the occasion, since he thought agent deserved something fun for this occasion.
he smiles confidently, coming up to agent excitedly from where he was in the apartment. “ iiii got you a cake! and gifts! “ he wondered if agent even remembered his birthday. or if he thought jazz would even remember the day. but, it was a day jazz could not forget! at least not easily. “ how ‘bout we do somethin’ fun together? we can go anywhere you want! you name it, i’ll do it for ya! “ // @agentforged hey bbgirl

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alrighty, here's a quick starter call to kick things off! if you want jazz to annoy your muse, here's the opportunity <3
&. 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
( a mix of angst, fluff, and plot focused dialogue prompts in the form of questions. feel free to change how you seem fit. )
❛ what are you listening to? ❜
❛ can’t sleep? ❜
❛ did it hurt? ❜
❛ are you sure this is a good idea? ❜
❛ do you mind if i sleep here tonight? ❜
❛ what are you doing out here by yourself? ❜
❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜
❛ don’t you know what you mean to me? ❜
❛ will i see you again? ❜
❛ are you comfy? ❜
❛ do you promise? ❜
❛ are you trying to get us in trouble? ❜
❛ do you enjoy playing with people’s hearts? ❜
❛ don’t we deserve to be happy? ❜
❛ why can’t i come with you? ❜
❛ are you here to kill me? ❜
❛ you think i’m jealous? ❜
❛ do you want to share this? ❜
❛ is that blood? is it yours? ❜
❛ how do you know my name? ❜
❛ you’re an asshole, you know that? ❜
❛ like what you see? ❜
❛ was that your first kiss? ❜
❛ are you happy here with me? ❜
❛ sorry, did you want to be alone? ❜
❛ do you want my jacket? ❜
❛ how are you still alive? ❜
❛ you’re beautiful, you know that? ❜
❛ what are you so afraid of? ❜
❛ today isn’t your day, is it? ❜
❛ how does it feel to be in love? ❜
❛ you’ve been crying, what’s wrong? ❜
❛ do you remember when we first met? ❜
❛ isn’t this amazing? ❜
❛ did you miss me? ❜
❛ alright, who am i beating up? ❜
❛ that was a close call, wasn’t it? ❜
❛ am i worth so little to you? ❜
❛ how is it you’re never scared? ❜
❛ do you ever think about the future? ❜
❛ can you look at me? please? ❜
❛ you got me flowers? ❜
❛ well, how do i look? ❜
❛ what aren’t you telling me? ❜
❛ how about a kiss before i go? ❜
❛ you don’t know who i am, do you? ❜
❛ may i have this dance? ❜
❛ who’s going to stop us, huh? ❜
❛ wait, you’re leaving already? ❜
❛ it’s my fault, isn’t it? ❜
❛ have you ever lost someone? ❜
❛ do you think i’m a good person? ❜
❛ is it really you? ❜
❛ what if i hurt you? ❜
❛ if you won’t take care of yourself, then who will? ❜
❛ have you come to laugh at me? ❜
❛ will you still look at me like you do now? ❜
on desire, on needs. november/december.
the crane wife by cj hauser // speeches for dr frankenstein by margaret atwood // the crane wife by cj hauser // hunger makes me by jess zimmerman // the crane wife by cj hauser // a hunger like no ther by sk osborn // cover of war of the foxes by richard siken, art by david de la heras // hunger makes me by jess zimmerman // i had to get out by indigo de souza
" .... so .... what’s hell like? “ jazz asks absent-mindedly, all too aware that the question could be seen as rude. but, with jazz’s experiences with life, especially the more recent ones, he made the decision that being blunt && upfront with people was the best way to be. being nice wasn’t exactly the best for him, since more often than not, it ended with him nearly being killed. might as well be forward && deal with the consequences of that instead.
a soft chuckle, as jazz’s hands tuck into the pockets of his jacket. perhaps it was immature of him, but he always liked making conversations with people. a social butterfly was a great term to describe the musician with. after all, hard to become a musician if you weren’t prepped to be in the public image. “ i’ve met a few demons, actually! “ they all tended to be total assholes!
he hesitated for a moment, remembering the red-headed she-demon that nearly sent him to hell. not exactly a memory he held fondly, but it was what he thought of when he looked at this guy. maybe demons just tended to all look alike, he didn’t know. “ ‘dunno if they’re all like the chick i met, since, ay, can’t judge every demon based off one meetin’ with one, amirite? “
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WHEN I LEARN TO LOOK STERN YOU BROKE MY HEART AND NOW IT’S YOUR TURN
IT’S YOUR TURN.
( ac. )
agentforged!
oh god. oh fuck. oh shit. “ don’t get close to me you harlot - ” he’s moving away.
a pause. harlot? didn’t know that agent knew that word. “ well -- i ain’t just any harlot. “ the words are given through stifled laughter. jazz is getting closer. “ i’m YOUR harlot. now COME GET SOME! “
agentforged!
“ bruh. ”
" just th’ mercenary i was lookin for! c’mere. “ ominously, jazz reaches out for him.
" go AHEAD daddy dearest, try ‘n sick my ex on me -- ILL JUST HAVE SEX WIT’ ‘IM. 🔥 🔥 “
tags!
#ೃ⁀➷ 『 you say i love you like its an apology. | agent. 』
#ೃ⁀➷ 『 who posted my nudes on TWITTER DOT COM?! | ooc. 』
#ೃ⁀➷ 『 cause i just wanna die before my heart falls | isms. 』
#ೃ⁀➷ 『 but i’m gonna be my OWN rock && roll | aesthetics. 』
#ೃ⁀➷ 『 maybe you’ll cry once you know i’m gone. | cyan. 』
#ೃ⁀➷ 『 tell myself i’m more then the mistakes i’ve outrun. | vi. 』
#ೃ⁀➷ 『 && i just wanna feel your love before it disappears | vi. 』
#ೃ⁀➷ 『 only here for a minute && don’t care what you say | dash com. 』
#ೃ⁀➷ 『 highlights to want to repeat; lets get away from here | promos. 』
#ೃ⁀➷ 『 white lies flying high like a ceasefire | headcanon. 』
#ೃ⁀➷ 『 once you get a taste; no; you’ll never be the same | music. 』
#ೃ⁀➷ 『 you’re diggin’ me a grave ‘cuz you wish i’d die | dearests. 』

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jazz still remembers the phone call he got that night. keith had headed back home from one of their dates && jazz had gone back home himself. he had been sat on the couch, earbuds playing a song he had become far too obsessed with that month. he had been working on some sketches for his upcoming album book, planning to just throw caution to the wind and make some music of his own with its own album cover. he’d been so excited to show keith. all of that had been thrown out the window the moment he’d answered the phone. it was keith, it looked bad, they didn’t know if he’d survive the night.
he’d never moved that fast in his entire life, he doubted he could ever move with such inhuman speed again either. it was the speed && desperation of a man who thought his boyfriend was dead, the frantic search for wherever he’d left his keys on the counter, everything but keith forgotten. keith, keith, he had to see keith. oh god, what was he going to do without keith? he couldn’t be dead -- couldn’t be dying as he drove there.
he remembered begging with the doctor who he’d met in the hospital, please. please god don’t let his boyfriend die. he remembered praying to every god he could think of as he waited in that waiting room, don’t take his keith away, PLEASE. GOD. when the doctors had told him keith was stable, that he’d make it he had broken down into sobs. he had survived, he was going to be okay. they were going to make it through this. he still remembered the look on keith’s face when he woke up -- when he heard himself for the first time.
he sees the glint of metal, oh god, not like this. “ w-wait -- DON’T -- “ choked out jazz, shoving himself away from the intruder with such a force that he almost ran into the back of his bedframe. the gun, one he thought would be aimed at him, was tossed aside, though. a violent shudder ran through jazz as he placed a hand to his chest, where he’d expected a bullet to enter not a moment or two prior. but, the clatter of the gun comes instead, making him flinch in surprise. such a stark contrast to the silence that consumed the room otherwise, how could it not scare him?
jazz remembers pressing kisses against one of keith’s shaking hands, pouring out every ounce of love in his heart to him in whispers that were only broken up by sobs. knowing he had survived, knowing he was awake -- it had filled pico with such visceral relief that nothing else had mattered. nothing else ever would have mattered. but nothing good could ever last .. he had at least hoped keith could’ve been happy out there somewhere -- even if he wasn’t with him for it.
“ keith .. i .. what’s going on .. ? “ he didn’t understand -- he wanted to understand. his voice was nothing more than a meager whisper at the moment -- but he knew that cyan could make it out in the otherwise deafening silence. he could make him out a bit more clearly now -- && as such he made out how he was sitting. head in his hands -- he looked .. upset -- despondent? what the hell was jazz supposed to do? “ ... are ... are you okay .. ? “ asked jazz, forcing himself up with shaking hands.
what time was it .. ? jazz couldn’t have told you. cool pillows, a room temperature blanket, a very comfortable hoodie, and his steadily running fan were enough to make the ginger be convinced he definitely got dropped in heaven, && not that he was in his bedroom. everything was perfect, the light that would normally annoy jazz to no end that’d crack through his window was nowhere to be seen, telling him that it was at least, not morning yet. what a relief.
a tired noise escaped the musician as he shifted in bed, rolling over to his side as he tried to re-enter whatever dream he had been experiencing before waking up. whatever it had been, he was sure it had to have been at least decent. yep, annnny second now, && he would be right back in his perfect dreamland -- waiting for it!
god dammit. jazz groaned in frustration, stretching himself out all the way. just enough that he could feel something at the end of his bed -- something heavy. had he left some of his equipment there..? no -- he put everything away before he went to bed, he knows he did. jazz tiredly moved to prop himself up a bit -- && that’s when he saw it. or, well, that’s when he saw him.
his entire body tensed up -- locking him in place the millisecond he put the dots together. someone was in his house. someone was sitting at the fucking foot of his bed. after the past few weeks, that wasn’t something to be taken lightly. but he couldn’t see who it was. his eyes had yet to adjust to the darkness, once a blessing, now seen as a damn hindrance. this person, whoever they were, could kill him! they could have killed him the entire time he’d been asleep! how had he not heard them come in.. had he left the door unlocked?
jazz stayed completely motionless, not even breathing as he tried to will his eyes to adjust. adjust, dammit, adjust. but -- once they had, he wishes they hadn’t. onl when he recognizes whose sat at the foot of his bed, albeit barely, jazz blearily blurts out the first thing he can think of. “ wh -- keith? “
of course he would recognize keith -- he knew every inch of keith like the back of his hand. the amount of times the two had laid in bed together was astronomical. too many nights spent making jokes to him as he tried to sleep; mornings waking him up to tell him he’d made him breakfast. but -- he as sure that keith -- no -- cyan was here for a bad, bad reason. “ i .. what are you .. “ clearly jazz is too tired for this, but he’s scared. he’s just waiting for the assassin to reveal a gun -- to point it to his head -- to pull the trigger.
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