& / revolution 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 .

their legs are fully entwined and he still can’t help the bashful smile that cracks across his features when her hand encircles his arm. his eyes fall to the hold on his wrist, cheeks sure to be blushing if it weren’t for the cover of darkness. the glimmer in his eye is surely evident, but the strobe lighting illuminating his face red and purple and blue and green in succession preserves his modesty just enough to make it seem like he’s not a boy taking a wild chance on a crush, but someone a little more sure of what was happening between them. “your place?” a brow crooks, and he takes a greedy huff from the blunt that they offered him, poking it out on the sole of his worn sneakers before hopping up to a stand. the whole maneuver is clumsy. tangled limbs are bent and flung into the air as he lunges forward; but clumsy is his nature. soilel should know that by now. he offers an outstretched hand. “i don’t mind walking,” he assures her, awaiting the opportunity to tuck her under his shoulder as they turned to leave the party, floating past the clusters of partygoers, drunk on their coupled bliss. “i do mind that you’re attempting to lure me back to your sex den without so much as offering to buy me dinner first, you big… you big– pervert.” he rolls his eyes, maybe as part of the bit but maybe as a natural reflex to his own floundering. “we could stop at the pizza place and split a buffalo chicken calzone on the way, if you wanted to be so decent. i know a guy that knows a guy that could probably get us one on the cheap. ranch and bleu cheese, no extra cost.” he cups his mouth, leaning forward to mutter as if telling a real secret. “i’m the guy and my manager’s the guy that can hook us up. employee discount. it isn’t much but it’s enough.” 

‘ red , bar . fix it ’ there’s a sunken feeling at the pit of her stomach as she reads red’s name, an involuntary reflex that despite the years she can’t shake off. she doesn’t need much more context to the text — it’s a house call. just another reaper whose wound she needs to patch up. except, of course, this isn’t just another reaper. a concoction of emotions rushing through her as she makes her way through the back of the bar where red is at. a frown falling on her lips as she stops at the doorway in his injuries. “let me guess, i should see the other guy?” she spats, “oh, wait. that would require you to actually fight, not just get your ass kicked.” @dcviltown​

why was he doing this? he knew better than to get mixed up with vipers, he’d seen firsthand how they spit their poison into people’s lives and then left as quickly as they’d come. he didn’t trust them, and yet here he was, clutching a greasy fast food bag and two diet cokes as he got out of his car. it was dark, no cars dotting the point yet. surely they’d come eventually, people looking to drink or hook up or find a little entertainment, but right now, all he saw was wil. wil, who he couldn’t see as just a viper anymore, now that he knew was lay under the surface; someone scared, unsure of what they were feeling and what it meant, a lot like him before he’d found himself out of his parents’ house for good. cristian didn’t fuck with vipers, but he wouldn’t abandon someone who was hurting, like he had. “hey,” he called out. he held up the bag as he approached. unsure of how to approach the situation, he kept his face casual. “if you don’t want your pickles, i’ll take ‘em. you like diet coke, right?”

             SEEING THE WAY SHE lit up when she saw him, like he was a great big surprise that was worth getting excited over, warmed his heart. no one ever really looked at him like that when they saw him, and his smile didn’t budge one bit, especially not when she beelined to him for a hug. without hesitation, his long arms snaked around her waist and he held her in that embrace with ease. “that’s what i like to hear, sorry to whoever wanted momo time, sadly she is all mine for the afternoon.” he said out loud to no one in particular before his gaze moved back to the blonde, as she pulled back, but his hands stayed lazily on her waist as he hummed. “ah, where’s the fun in all of that, here….there’s are for you.” he gave the flowers to her before laughing under his breath as he shook his head, “nah, tonights all about us just spending time together, if that’s alright?”

@revclutionlvr​

                HOW DID HE END UP in this deep, so infatuated with a girl he’d met only four months back? daxton couldn’t answer it just yet, it would be all too real to come face to face with his feelings, instead he held a personally crafted bouquet of flowers he’d gotten intel on that were momo’s favorites. the shop she worked at was about to close, and he stood outside with his car this time, leaning on it as he waited. as soon as the door swung open, he saw the rush of icy blonde hair and felt a boxy smile spreading graciously on his face, an expression lately that only she could pull from him, “miss momo…” he said with a smooth tone of voice before chuckling, holding out the flowers not for her to see, “whatever plans you had for the night, they are canceled. sorry to say so, but, we have things to do.”

griffin’s head flops back against worn fabric; thigh pressed to thigh as he wedges himself between their body and the arm of the couch he joins them on. there’s a thick layer of smoke haze clouding the back room of the house party they’re at, tendrils curling in mid air, backlit by the swirling colors of a disco ball. heavy-lidded eyes are slick as he peers at soilel through thick lashes, maybe glossed over by drunkenness or admiration or some combination of the two. he’s only there because she is tonight, and any effort he’d put forth to make it seem otherwise had proved futile. tired of playing the game, his inhibitions are lowered just enough to try his luck. with a crook of his arm, he taps an absent wristwatch. “looks like it’s about half-past time you take me home.” @revclutionlvr​​

EVERYTHING’S MELTING, AND IT’S unclear if it’s the liquor, the weed, or just the time of night. the party’s slowing down, soleil can hear it dwindling down from here. griffin sits beside her on the couch, pressed together. she lifts her leg to overlap his as the blunt between her fingers is pressed to her lips. soleil takes a hit while she meets griffin’s gaze with some semblance of.. exepectancy. what she’s expecting, she isn’t so sure of. griffin’s words make her let out an airy laugh, smoke pooling out from her nostrils, as she holds the blunt out to him. soleil leans forward to grab his arm, as if she herself was checking the imaginary watch herself, inspecting the ‘time’ closely. “ oh fuck, would you look at that ?? sorry i’m late. —my place isn’t that far from here, if you don’t mind walking. ” 

cristian shook his head exasperatedly. “i know enough,” he shot back. “i doubt you have any hidden, secret depths worth digging into.” he wish there was something wrong with the engine he could pick apart, but wil’s work was perfect. he sighed and turned away, heading back to his own bench. some space between the two of them would help, he hoped. “thanks for the charity. don’t forget you’re not on the payroll, not like you’d need it anyway.”

          HIS TEETH RAKE absentmindedly along his bottom lip, digging into the flesh as bit as he keeps his gaze intent on watching her every move, like she was the only person in the room because…right now, to him, she was. “just nice…damn.” he hummed with a smirk now pulling on the corner of his lips as he leaned against the bar, his head fell to the side in nothing but a charming motion and he had to fight the urge to reach out and toy with the sides of her skirt. instead his fingers kept themselves busy toying with the rings he wore, laughing as she explained his new costume, “sounds good to me, i don’t mind the new addition at all now.” grabbing a napkin tho, he offered it out to her as he rolled his eyes in fond expression, “i don’t know if cute cuts it, but…whatever you say. you sure put me in a trance, but, i’ll take your word for it.” he admitted, in drunk honesty of course, glancing over at the bartender to get himself a new drink.

“  scorpio  sun  ???  very  mysterious  and  sexy  of  you,  “  maggie  exhaled  a  short  laugh  while  atop  her  bed.  her  green  dress  draped  across  her  lap,  knees  tucked  underneath  her  in  a  w-shape.  it  felt  like  a  game;  astrology  and  chiara,  the  complex  nature  of  both  drew  her  in.  but  she  was  still  surprised  to  be  acknowledged,  that  the  other  let  her  dive  into  her  astrology  chart.  her  mind  wandered  for  a  quick  second,  if  only  to  wonder  how  many  people  she  described  their  chart  to  before  sleeping  with  them.  “  scorpio  is  the  sign  of  truth.  hard-working,  calculating.  also  associated  with  sexuality  and  desire.  “  she  raised  her  eyebrow  and  quickly  smiled.  “  sagittarius  moon  as  well  …  a  lot  of  self  love,  some  arrogance,  recklessness,  difficulty  committing.  sounds,  like,  completely  correct.  the  planets  were  working  very  hard  the  day  you  were  born,  my  love.  “  @revclutionlvr​  . 

        INSIDE THE BATHROOM NOW, she stared with a wide eyed gaze at the box in her hands, turning it over and inspecting it only to prolong the inevitable. she could feel the tremble in her fingers as she opened it, taking out the stick and taking a deep breath before doing what had to be done, feeling the pounding in her heart only increase with anticipation as she placed the test on the bathroom counter. slowly, she moved back to the door, opening it as she carefully padded into the bedroom to find momo with a small frown, “i guess….now we wait.” she murmured weakly, glancing to her friend, and thanking the heavens above for having her here right now. shiloh had a lot of friends, but, none of them knew her like momo. none of them bandaged up her knees when she fell on the playground, none of them tied their jacket around her waist when she started her period in middle school, and none of them had ever been as loyal and as empathetic as momo. a platonic soulmate, she approached her and wrapped her arms around her, “thank you for being such a great friend.”

        BACK IN HIGH SCHOOL, he didn’t know if soliel ever noticed him to begin with, they were from two different worlds. river had always managed to just fade into the back ground, never one to put himself out there, never one to make a scene. but he’d always noticed her, it was hard to not, she was confident and brash and while it scared the shit out of him, he couldn’t help but be enamored by it. now, fast forward a few years, she was here in his studio talking to him and it was a bit like a daydream. “fair enough.” he chuckled under his breath, shaking his head before he glanced back to the bass, ring clad fingers moving along the surface as he hummed, “hey, don’t say that, you’re not an idiot…you’re amaz-” pausing, he pushed his lips together before glancing back to soliel, “you’re, ya know, really great. it’s an easy fix, and i’ll make sure your vision is brought to life. scouts honor.” he assured the girl before moving to kneel down, grabbing paints he visioned on what she explained to him and laying them out on the table, “how are these…does this look good?”

          “LOOK, THEY JUST don’t make ‘em like they used to. there’s something special about vintage and classic, gives it character, gives it life.” he agreed with a smile as he shook his head, jaspers car was an old school car, but he’d worked on the upgrades and sooped up stereo system in his downtime. jules van had character beyond that, all it’s little quirks made it what it was on it’s own, and it was all very much on brand for the blonde. as she finally joins him, he chuckles at the greeting, “matthew mcconaughey is shaking in his boots somewhere, you nailed that impression.” he joked with a wiggle of his brow, arm easily slinging over her shoulder as he nodded his head, “you know i would never say no to that, we can put on some cool ass movie and just…submerge ourselves into the universe. if my roommate cris is home, ignore him, he can be a bit of a grump.”

jasper: ugh sorry dude, idk what you guys have beef over it....but like 3oh!3 said...im a vegetarian.

jasper: i knew you would be dude, it's a really chill spot...despite how creepy it might seem.

wilbur: u think i know??? i don't know anything man

“i think we both know the only brat around here is you.” cristian took a step closer to wil, crowding his personal space, his gaze intense and not wavering from the other. wil had a slight height advantage on him, but cristian kept his shoulder’s squared jaw set as he glared back for a moment before snapping his eyes back to the engine. “i just want you to make yourself useful for once, which you’ve never fuckin’ done since i met you. you got two options, leave or stay. i give a fuck what you actually do, long as it’s one of the two.”