cigarette daydreams

“Oh what happened?” She questioned with a smirk. while she took the drink from her hand and took a sip, happily. “Right” she said nodding along and with a smile, listening to the story. “No way, were they in like the legit disney costumes or like the creepy time squares costume?” She asked with a giggle “either way so gross” Esme said scrunching her nose “Yes I have drinks and i’m in disneyland what else could a girl ask for?” She said “Creepy mickey aside are you having a good time?” she asked

violet blinked at esme for a moment as she thought back to the fabric the mickey costume was made out of. she immediately cringed, her face pinching up at her own stupidity. “totally a times square knock off.” she confessed with a grin and a roll of her eyes. at least one of them was having the time they both deserved. violet doubted it would take long to catch up. “but whatever, you’re right. it’s hard to complain when we’re at the most magical place on earth.” she lifted her drink in agreement before taking a much needed sip. “maybe mickey was masked singer style leo dicaprio looking for his next under twenty-five girlfriend.”

“you know me.. charity is a huge fuckin’ turn on.” arlo chides with a smack of his gum as he uncrosses his arms, hands finding a home in the pockets of his jeans. he’s following close behind, shoulder soon coming to rest on the wall beside the door while she worked on opening it. “are you finally acknowledging my talent? fuck, vi.. took you long enough.” he scoffs playfully before ducking inside, tugging at the strap of his back before dropping it on the floor. “whatcha got for me?” he asks, curiosity sparked across his features

“shut up, arlo.” violet drawled as she followed after him into the studio. “i’ve spent the better part of my life acknowledging your talent.” the heavy metal door shut with a loud bang as she waltzed around him to the other side of the large stained table meant to get dirty. she set her bag on top of it and then promptly spread both hands out over the old wood, an eyebrow raised and dark eyes full of mischief. “since you’re so hard for charity...” she mused, “i’m thinking full scale mural. you know, banksy style.” violet explained as she tugged her laptop from her bag to pull up the images she’d saved for inspiration. “it’s for my art and ecology class... wanna help?”

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Brynlee was just getting done with her run, she loved being outdoors but she was more out of breath than she would like to admit. Her extracurriculars taking a bit of a toll on her lungs. She sighed as she walked trying to catch up to the familiar face that was Infront of her “hey!” She called out making her legs move a little faster, “You wouldn’t happen to have some water?”  she pouted to them feeling her dry mouth “I am an idiot and did not bring water on my run, its like the Sahara dessert in here” she laughed pointing to the corner of her lips “ “I promise I can make up in trade”

to any onlookers it was probably comical, the way violet was hobbling across campus after a body barre class that had her legs feeling like jello. maybe it was the fatigue, but she was so consumed by her self-inflicted plight that she almost didn’t hear brynn calling out to her. she was so close too. thankfully, her favourite redhead had it in her to catch up as violet turned with relief on her face. “oh my *god*” she snickered, a shit-eating grin on her face. “have all the water,” she insisted while she thrust her water bottle into brynn’s hands. “you can drink my blood, too... just let me lean on you, okay? that’s the trade.” violet giggled, dramatically leaning against her friend. “how was your run?”

arlo: nah its fun pissing you off

arlo: that so mean tho

arlo: i'd never do that to you

violet: yes you would

violet: you literally just said you like pissing me off

arlo: are too

arlo: you love me

arlo: cmon, admit it

violet: omg shut up

violet: i'll literally make a funfetti cake, eat it myself, and send you a photo of the crumbs

arlo: 🐍

arlo: nah, ur lying

arlo: tbh i think u could be

arlo: fuckin sweet

arlo: lmk when ur outside

violet: 🐀

watching  as  the  drunk  guy  that  she  yelled  at  took  off  his  shirt  ,  she  almost  considered  it  for  a  second. he  was  attractive  ,  which  was  sometimes  hard  to  say  at  a  bar  filled  with  a  bunch  of  adults  on  disney  property. taking  another  sip  of  her  drink  ,  violet  brought  her  back  into  the  real  world  ,  she  couldn’t  miss  any  classes  that  next  day. “  right  ,  yeah  ,  hypothetical. i  couldn’t  handle  getting  chewed  out  if  i  ended  up  being  late  in  the  morning  for  barre  ,  it’d  be  eight  hours  of  hell. ”  as  she  seemed  to  dismiss  it  ,  the  blonde  instantly  began  to  shake  her  head  ,  “  nope  ,  your  turn. you  also  said  that  your  sex  life  is  dead  ,  so  time  to  rev  it  back  up. pick  a  disney  character  ,  ”  scanning  the  crowd  once  more.

violet’s eyes roamed around the bar as madelyn made her hypothetical choice. she couldn’t decide if the gaston was actually hot, or if he was a disney 9 and a real world 5. not that she condoned rating people. of course not. but maybe his hotness was a byproduct of standing next to a forty-something in a hawaiian shirt who was definitely named gary and loved to talk about barbecuing. “oh god, yeah...” she exhaled as she turned her back to ghost and put all of her attention on mads. “i can’t even imagine...” she started, her mind trying to envision eight hours at the combo pilates and ballet class that did such a beautiful job of kicking her ass. and then she wrinkled her nose and held her hands up, conceding to the game she started. “fine, fine. hypothetically.” violet grinned. “i wouldn’t say dead, but fine. maybe i can find a prince eric.”

the four words that left her lips were probably ones that bucky should’ve seen coming, seeing as all signs had pointed to them being true. but still, there was always something buried deep down inside him that spoke to him constantly. told him that he wasn’t desirable. that no girl would actually fall for him and want to spend any real time with him. it didn’t effect his cockiness of course, nor his score sheet, but he saw himself in the mirror every morning. he knew that he looked like someone had taken a growth ray to an elf in santa’s workshop. it was just bizarre to him that someone like violet, who was practically a goddess was telling him that she liked him like that wasn’t one of the most absurd things she could say. 

so he stood frozen, eyes following her as she stole the blunt from his lips and took a drag like the moment they were sharing was a normal one. like it was any other night and the two of them had decided to hang out. he leaned into her touch without even realising that he was doing it, his exhaustion setting and injured hand beginning to throb in now that she seemed to be calming the rapid beating of his heart. his chest deflated as he let out a long breath, shoulders curling forward and head lowering down until he was hunched over and it was resting against her shoulder. “i mean, i’m pretty damn crazy about you, violet” he muttered, rolling his forehead back and forth over her shoulder, “like, i’m sorry, i know i talk a lot of shit in the group chat — but it doesn’t mean anything, you know? you’re the only one i want.”

it happened naturally, bucky leaning into her touch as she gently wrapped her arm around his shoulders to create a softer place for him to land. even before they’d crossed the line from friendship into whatever they could call themselves now, things had always been so easy between them. being around bucky didn’t require analysis and second-guessing. she could just be with him. for violet, that feeling was rare. a product of growing up in a gated community riddled with facades. maybe losing that safe space was what scared her the most about trying with him. her fingers gently stroked the back of his neck as her other continued to cradle his injured hand. it was hard to know he was hurting so intensely from the inside out when she couldn’t do anything about it. not really. but she would have been content to stand there like that all night, if that was what he needed from her. 

violet hadn’t gone over with ulterior motives. she was there to be there for him. so part of her wished they could wait to murmur confessions of closely guarded feelings until she knew bucky was sober. because he wasn’t sober, far from it, and he was saying things she was dying to hear, but how much of it could she believe? what was real and what was substance. “it’s okay, bucky.” she hushed, swaying ever so slightly back and forth to rock him. it wasn’t the right time to tell him that the shit he talked meant something to her. or that she was afraid that he wanted to have his cake and eat it too. so she sighed quietly and touched her head to his. “i’m crazy about you, too.” she whispered, letting the soft atmosphere surround them before she continued. “hey, you should sit so we can ice your hand.” she added, squeezing the back of his neck affectionately.

"who authorized this question? it's literally illegal and punishable under the criminal code. just ask olivia benson. besides, we all know bucky and kyle would choose each other and leave me for dead. ... but i wouldn't complain if daddy shane walsh taught me how to shoot a gun."

"hmm, i would need more information to select the correct trifecta for the situation, but off the top of my head... sunday, mads, cat. simple. hot, good vibes. all i need."

arlo: wtf does that mean

arlo: i'm like.. craving a funfetti cake rn

violet: it means i'm not a scientist, arlo!!

violet: but i can bake funfetti