jasper

The well known song immediately caught Axel’s attention as he walked down the hallway. The tune pulling him into a disgusting nostalgic moment making him stop in front of source. He didn’t even realize it at first but after just standing there for a moment too long his curiosity took over and he knocked on the door and the answer he got was more than satisfying. “Thanks for the reminder.” He spoke louder than his natural tone to be heard through the door and over the music. “I am calm, fucking chill, I was going to compliment you on your music taste. Although Smells Like Teen Spirit is obviously well known enough to barely reflect on anyone’s taste in music, since you remember Kurt’s birthday I’ll take a guess and say you’re an actual fan.”

“I’m ALWAYS straightforward, blue eyes. What? No black eye today?”

stella drags her nearly-nude frame out of his lap and saunters away - passing the canvas and paintbrushes she’s meant to be working with, instead slinking towards the door and firmly locking it. when she turns to face him, a wicked smirk pulls at the corners of swollen lips. “i’ve got better things to do,” she purrs, nearly pouncing back into his lap and kissing the boy feverishly. it’s more than just passion, something she’s not quite willing to acknowledgement pulling the strings of her movements that has her hands draping around his shoulders and imploring the black hole closer, teeth sinking into his lower lip. “unless you want me to run away?” she hasn’t the slightest intention, though, softly gasping against his skin. “from what i’ve tasted of desire,” stella whispers against his shoulder, a salacious edge tinging the words, “i hold with those who favor FIRE.”

“ kurt cobain’s fucking dead, asshole,” he replies, morbid drawl seeping through vibrating wood as he twists the entrance open and levels the other with a scowl. “how ‘bout you calm the fuck down? i was about to get laid before you decided to recreate fuckin’ woodstock in here. your 90s garbage scared off my lay. ”

“ i hate you,” the smirk is practically audible as it frames the lie, trailing off into a soft gasp that has her fingertips gliding up the base of his neck and gripping the sandy locks her digits weave into. when he pauses, a sharp whine exhales involuntarily from her lips. “mine was a bit more detailed,” she simpers quietly, pressing her plush mouth against the hollow of his shoulder and peppering feather-light kisses along the familiar route of his shoulder, teeth sinking into the curve of shoulder blade. “you don’t have to dream anymore,” stella reminds him, brushing their lips together without indulging in the deep kiss that her lungs seemed to be craving. “it’s all right here for the taking. ”

the girl rolled her eyes at the males typical response as she knocked once more, “oh shut up, there’s no complaints here this is a classic i just came to see who was listening to it, and to tell you to turn it up louder, dumbass !” 

he eyed the girl with a newfound curiosity, leaning up against the wall as if to block her way. “you got booze? we can make it a party.” 

❛      I   ——   I don’t care ! People are complaining about the volume !      ❜   It was perhaps a bit ironic that she was receiving NOISE COMPLAINTS, yet here she was YELLING louder than the blasting music in order to be heard. Exasperated sigh slips from lips   ——   ❛      Just please lower it. I’ve even got some books for you.      ❜

never in all her life had leia witnessed anything like she had tonight–with NIRVANA blasting, it was rather difficult for the broad to focus on anything that wasn’t smells like teen spirit which, for obvious reasons, made the scenario incoherently bothersome. so much so that she’d found herself pounding on the door of an absolute stranger with the hopes that they’d open the door wide enough that she could either ask or force them to turn their music down. after beating a fist against the door she stood before, leia listened to their response to her, though it’d only caused her irritation grow. “not everyone gives a shit about kurt cobain’s birthday, so the least you could be is COURTEOUS to your neighbors!”