ℙ𝕆𝕎𝔼ℝ / * 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖑

To say the least, it had been a long week. From the back to back shifts, taking care of his sisters, meeting his probation officer, and the random behavior checks, Angel was drained by the time Friday rolled around. It didn’t bother him as much as it did before, but he would have been saying the complete opposite a year ago. At this point, it was merely a schedule of sorts. Wake up, do what he was ( legally ) required to do, and sleep. Rinse and repeat. And as long as he didn’t screw it up, he would be fine. That being said, the literal last place he should have been was a house party. He can’t tell you why he’s there, because his probation agreements strictly prohibited him from smoking, drinking, and essentially everything that happened at parties that resulted in inebriation. And for the moment, he was following that rule; his tall, slender figure leaning against the wall with his hands shoved in his pockets firmly, almost as if he were trying to prevent them from picking anything up. His eyes scanned across the room, watching as everyone enjoyed themselves. It was as if he were living vicariously through them. And even if he wasn’t aware of it, he definitely was. But this only lasted all of fifteen minutes before he a mumbled a ‘screw this’ and prepared himself to leave –– until another male approached him. He only listened with furrowed brows as the other rattled off his reasons. “I won’t really have to pretend if you think about it,” Angel mused with a grin. “We are talking.” Angel raised his head to look around at his fellow party-goers to see if someone was looking in their direction, only to give up a second later because, well, he didn’t know who or where to look for thanks to the abundance of people. “No, please, don’t beg, it’s fine. I’ll cover for you.” He shook his head as he spoke, almost laughing from the stranger’s words. “I don’t know, it might just be me, but seeing an ex warrants a reason to leave. They ruin the whole mood as soon as it starts.”

Larkin pulled his gaze away from his ex-boyfriend who was somewhere standing across the room from him and he’d been so sure of the fact that he’d seen Larkin and would want to talk. But now, he watched as the unfamiliar blond male’s brows in front of him furrowed and un-furrowed and he wondered if maybe he’d made a mistake for seeking out a stranger for help with this, but it’d happened so fast that Larkin only had time for a quick decision. Once Angel smiled though, Larkin began to ease up. “I guess we are talking now,” He responded, offering back a small smile of his own. His anxiety though made his long fingers tighten around the red solo cup in his hand as Angel looked around the party for what he presumed was Larkin’s ex. He shook his head despite it all. “Okay, no begging, promise,” Larkin assured the other and then sighed an exhale of relief. “Thanks,” He tossed over the simple yet effective word to Angel and re-situated how he was standing before him as the other male went on explaining etiquette of seeing someone you didn’t want to see at a party. “...You think so?” He asked, peeking over Angel’s left shoulder at his ex and, when the exes made accidental eye-contact, Larkin darted his eyes back at Angel’s. “I, uh, don’t really know where I’d go right now, off the top of my head. But, I definitely don’t want to be here, if he’s here. I don’t care how petty that sounds,” He described before handing his drink to Angel to hold onto momentarily. “—I’ll be right back. Don’t move, please,” He ordered, but it was more of a suggestion and then, in a moment, Larkin was gone and had already returned with a whole bottle of alcohol that he’d taken from the arrangement of them at the table of drinks he was at before. “Let’s get the fuck out of here?” He questioned, gesturing to the nearest exit. “I got more than enough drink for a party for two...” He enticingly raised the bottle and shook it lightly before taking the cup back from Angel. “If you’re interested? Something tells me you weren’t having any fun either.”

╰ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: m/f/nb ╱ ᴘʟᴏᴛ: after sneaking out, he runs into your muse and asks for a favor  ╱ ᴍᴜsᴇ: larkin valdemar !!

zane wasn’t the party going type, he preferred staying cooped up in room playing video games, but it were easier to get free booze at parties then it were alone.. so he were persuaded but once he arrived he immediately regretted his coming, it were chaotic and full of fakes. every preteen had downed all the alcohol even given their nonexistent tolerant, and with that zane was already picking out an exit.  he dashed out the front door pushing through the crowd,  before he could hop in his car and drive away, his conscience brought him to a full halt as he spotted the crying girl. he let out a sigh raising a brow, “yeah, no. I can see that.” he muttered, he wasn’t the comforting type and it showed, “mind if I sit?” the male asked before sitting down beside her, “what exactly has you ‘not in the mood’,? I mean besides this shit show of a party, to be fair it’d make anyone cry.” he joked.

It had to have been obvious that Ramona was crying as her breath was shaky and her mascara tears stained under her eyes. She only looked up and over at the person who had walked up to her, maybe he was just passing by ( on second thought ), and she was even more embarrassed now. She huffed at his non-comforting words and shook her head, but the guy had already began to take a seat and there wasn’t really time to answer him properly, so she just continued to sit there on the cold curb. “—I just feel so stupid and foolish,” Ramona answered, wiping under her eyes once more, taking a breath before continuing on. “You don’t have to try to cheer me up, it’s not your job, or something...” She explained before rubbing her shoulder with her hand. She took another pause. “But, can I ask you something?” Ramona questioned, looking over at him again. “Have you ever been cheated on?”

Ginny wasn’t typically this naive, especially when it came to filling an emotional void. But after she was left guilt ridden, she desperately needed to feel anything even if it meant losing herself in the process, so she settled on dabbling in love. Love was something the girl never experienced she fell for their possessions, the ideas of it, but never was she head over heels and ready to wear a veil and plan a wedding.. This was definitely the case of falling for the idealism of it, here she was in a man’s bed, dressed in vulnerability and nothing else.. and to her , right now, this little game of just sex and no attachment was enough.. but at his wake up call she pulled the sheet closer to her chest hiding her figure, looking at the other with a confused expression. “first off, don’t be calling me ‘sweetheart’, just because we’re fucking doesn’t mean you can call me pet names, secondly I wasn’t acting like shit. I know what this is, we both need the distraction and something to fill the void. “ she hissed, throwing his cold tone right back. “-you’re talking about how i’m acting like I know you- when you’re assuming i’m head over fucking heels for you. So maybe don’t act like you know JACK shit about me, alright?”

everything was grey !!

a playlist dedicated to the original character; clay strait.

track list:

dread in my heart mother mother // bad habit the kooks // alone halsey // oxford comma vampire weekend // every night my teeth are falling out the antlers // cough syrup young the giant // i always knew the vaccines // aspiring fires mother mother // jump into the fog the wombats // work this body walk the moon // last time paul baribeau //