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MAEVE: i think it’s the very specific extra pumps of vanilla and white mocha

MAEVE: not too many people asked for that combo

MAEVE: but if it doesn’t have it then it tastes too much like coffee

MAEVE: any advice?

Jackson: Switch the proportions.

Jackson: Say you enjoy two pumps of vanilla and three pumps of white mocha. You now enjoy three pumps of vanilla and two pumps of white mocha.

Jackson: Or just stop the pumps entirely.

Jackson: Signed,

Lee frowned before laughing. C’mon. Cousin? Was out? Honestly. This guy thought that Lee was born yesterday? That lack of emotions in that man’s face would not make Lee go away or convince him that those words were true. “It’s Lee” he corrected. He hated his last name. And his generation name. He hated everything he had come from— especially now. Especially when he was so damn angry and blaming his parents for everything bad that had happened to him since the day he was born. Especially now that his brother was in town. Especially nowt that everyone was against him. He wasn’t mean to be happy he already knew that. Lee let go of the useless shard, gritting his teeth as his fist, once again, tried to meet the other’s nose; oh, the damage he wanted to do…  The man didn’t mind Lee looking inside the house if Moonie technically wasn’t there, right? Lee tried to dodge the other, going straight to the door.

“Q   U   I   C   K !   i   need   you   to   pretend   like   we’re   dating   for   the   next   like…5   minutes!   a   creep   from   tinder   has   been   STALKING   me   and   he’s   here   and   just   PLEASE.   i’ll   repay   you   with   cuddles,   kisses,   alcohol   or   d.   all of   the   above.”

@shstarters​

“ i would rather select e. none of the above, ” he replied, yet to realize how insensitive it sounded without explanation. unfortunately, he was already getting into character as he raised his voice by approximately nine decibels and said, “ i am enamored with this woman. she and her... hair, why, they get me out of bed in the morning. ”

this guy was stupid. he was very, very stupid for getting up and keep himself in Lee’s way when Lee was ready to wreck everything that dared to be between him and his ex. Maybe he could have run— because then Lee wouldn’t follow as he was too intoxicated to do it without falling. But as they were there, Lee growled again and tried the second punch, but this one missed its target as he was suddenly too dizzy to get it right. “DaeJung will speak to me!” he yelled, frustrated that he had nothing else to throw at the house because his bottle was already in a thousand pieces on the floor… he approached the shards and got one big enough to cut the other “YOU FUCKING NEEDY BITCH! COULDN’T KEEP YOUR ASS EMPTY COULD YAA??” he yelled, enraged, his eyes darting at the windows of the house, searching for Moonie, suddenly wondering if he was even in there…  “I FUCKED SOMEONE TOO, SON OF A BITCH, AND IT WASN’T YOU!!”

Seeing that unknown guy leaving Moonie’s house.. it was a pierce right to his heart. Lee was speechless for a moment, barely processing what the other was saying, quite confused by the situation… but when it hit him, he growled, he could hear his own blood boiling even though his body was too depressed under alcohol to properly work. What was that?? What had Moonie had been doing? His Moonie? “You fucking bastard…” he cursed. He threw his bottle to the closest window, barking another bad word. “YOU ARE A DEAD MAN, DAEJUNG! YOU ARE SO DEAD!” he shouted before launching himself furiously to Jackson’s direction, his arms lifting so he could punch the other right in the face. Lee was enraged. He’d kill both of them. He’d squeeze this guy’s neck it until he couldn’t inhale any oxygen, and there would be so much blood… so much. Moonie would never dare to do that to him again, never. Words weren’t enough to describe how messy and miserable he felt with his heartbroken in pieces.. he had never thought.. not his Moonie. He never thought his Moonie would do that. But his Moonie would pay… oh, his Moonie would pay hard for this.

What would Rose Brown do? That was the question Larissa kept asking herself, and that was how she ended up crossing the outdoor patio at Mi tierra santa. Rose Brown, the famous sweetheart, would have taken charge of her own destiny, and it was long past time for Larissa to do exactly that. 

With that humiliating photograph of her staring at the sonogram of Lance’s baby plastered everywhere, she had to stop hiding and do what she should have done months ago. Today’s lunch date needed to be big enough news for everyone to forget her stricken expression. Her plan was simple. Instead of avoiding publicity, she’d spend a few weeks with one perfect man, a few weeks with another. She wouldn’t date any of them long enough to suggest a serious love affair. Just fun, fun, fun accompanied by lots of photos of her laughing and enjoying herself. And it would definitely make the news about her marriage look false once it showed up. Unfortunately, the perfect man she’d chosen for her first date hadn’t arrived, forcing her to sit at an empty table for two. 

Five minutes ticked by. Larissa pretended not to notice the stares she was receiving, but she’d started to perspire. Being alone here was tantamount to a public shunning. She could already see the photo of herself alone at a table for two. How could such a basic plan have backfired so quickly she thought hoping she would at least a familiar face who would join her and make her look less desperate.

in all honesty ? jackson wasn’t much of a mi tierra santa fan. he liked their chips and their tortillas, but everything else was just so flavorful. nonetheless, he’d made a promise to his youngest sister that he would, indeed... pick her food up. it was somewhat of an inconvenience with the car gone ( of course, what was even more of an inconvenience was feeling like a teenager all over again ), but promises were promises... 

and a worthy promise it was ! just as he was about to turn into the restaurant, he caught sight of a familiar face ( familiar to himself, at least ). far too excited over this opportunity to remember the whole ‘introduce yourself to strangers’ thing, he walked up to larissa gray and wasted no time in stating, “ two minutes into season four, episode twelve of ‘rose and damon,’ the clock on the wall switches from 11:03 pm to 3:42 pm. had this been a time skip, there would be no error; however, there was... no time skip. i am certain your script supervisor was quite displeased with the editors’ choice to keep the shot. ”

Lee was clumsily walking down the street. He couldn’t see straight, his feet weren’t working in a coordinate way, and it was tricky to keep a pace; not that any of those details would stop him, not when he was so determined to do something. His chest ached so much— a perfect parallel of what he was feeling just hours ago when he had been lying down on his bed too numb and empty to even think about doing anything. He didn’t know exactly what he’d do now, but he knew he would do something. The priority was to find Moonie. Lee was feeling anger. And sorrow. And his head was all about messy feelings and rage. The almost empty bottle of vodka he had in his hands was partially to blame for this scenario, but being out of control was just something common to him, so why put it all on the alcohol when he was just naturally like that? Everyone was just waiting for him to fail into his old habits, anyway.   As he stood by a doorstep, which he was pretty sure it was Moonie’s, he knocked on the door. Well, knock is a misunderstanding. He basically slammed it several times with his free hand, yelling his ex’s first name. His ill temper showing. “GET OUT HERE!” he shouted.

Why did it hurt so much? Fuck. Not that he could rationally think about it. But he didn’t know. He couldn’t think. He was just trying to swim along with that crazy flood of emotions that hit him so hard; if it wasn’t for the alcohol he’d probably have gone crazy before managing to reach his ex’s house. “DON’T KEEP ME WAITING, YOU IDIOT” he roared.

@surejackson

it felt somewhat akin to babysitting, being around moonie. yes, perhaps age was a factor, but it was more... he had never heard mendelsshon’s ‘the herbrides’ ? then again, if that was the criteria for what felt like babysitting, jackson found himself babysitting others quite often. unfortunately, the beginning of his lecture over mendelsshon’s brilliant use of the single flute was cut short by loud rapping, followed by even louder – and recognizable – shouting. yes, it was the recognition that prompted him to ensure moonie would stay put ( in whatever way, writing this is somewhat meta when moonie isn’t actually in the thread ) and allow him to answer the calls.

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MAEVE: ooooh ok i like that take on it

MAEVE: i need more planning if that's gonna work tho

MAEVE: because i'm pretty sure, by the order alone, they're gonna suspect it's me

Jackson: What special instructions would clue them in?

Jackson: For if it's something such as 'no cool whip,' you can remove it yourself when your buyer returns.

Jackson: Signed,

MAEVE: i don’t think i can show my face in deja brew for awhile

MAEVE: i think i’m becoming their regular dumb blonde

MAEVE: i’ve spilt my order TWICE this week

MAEVE: but i NEED their coffee to survive ):

Jackson: That is unfortunate.

Jackson: Perhaps you could be like the adolescents in movies who try to score alcohol. They always seem to pay someone marginally older than themselves to buy it for them. It usually works.

Jackson: Signed,

Moonie: Good thing the 'I ran out of battery' excuse never gets old 😂😂😂

Moonie: But seriously... the first time we facetimed and I showed him around town: he bawled.

Moonie: I'm glad my $5 souvenir made it there... Mona Lisa who?

Moonie: I see him trying to outsell the Ruocco's huh 😂😂😂

Jackson: Yes, he asked me what the newest Apple device was so that he could purchase it and give it to you for Christmas. He was certain the newest would have the best battery life.

Jackson: He FaceTimed me in July and asked for my opinion on the better fake mustache. He said he wanted to 'fit in with his people.'

Jackson: At a certain point, I, too, had to shut my phone off.

Jackson: It is very prestigious to him. He removed my youngest sister's drawings from the fridge and hung the other up there.

Jackson: "Sun and Son's Authentic Italian."

Jackson: Signed,

Moonie: Your father is truly one of a kind 😂😂😂😂

Moonie: I was... tempted to but, I didn't wanna be that mean to him lmao

Moonie: Does he still cherish those souvenirs I brought for him in his nightstand and (occasionally) under his pillow?

Jackson: I believe he was already on the verge of a mental breakdown, so it's good that you opted out of blocking him.

Jackson: Yes. He has one displayed like the Madonna in the living room. It's very unnerving.

Jackson: He's been discussing building an establishment: "Springhill Museum of Italian Trinkets."

Jackson: Signed,

Moonie: Hey

Moonie: Remember that one time I had to turn my phone off bc your dad wouldn't stop facetiming me while I was studying in Italy

Moonie: Good times

Jackson: I recall this, yes.

Jackson: He called me at 9:03 PM to tell me he was unable to get in contact with you. He attempted to say he was calling me because he was worried about you.

Jackson: Of course, he really just wanted to know if you had blocked him.

Rory stood behind the counter of Don’t Fret, leaning against the wall. He hummed along to Sleepwalkin’ by Better Oblivion Community Center. It was a song he loved dearly, and it blared on the speakers of the record shop. It was a fairly busy Saturday, but it was the afternoon lull. He reached to sip some of his Arizona Iced Tea, a constant fixture in his day to day.

The bells above the door jingled, signaling a new customer. “Hey hey hey! Welcome to Don’t Fret. Tell me your mood, and I’ll give you a rec!”

@shstarters​

an entire month had passed and somehow jackson still hadn’t set foot in don’t fret. a new establishment, it was supposed to go on his bucketlist of places to check out but... you see, he was always on the fence about change. nonetheless, he did find himself finally chiming that bell as he pushed the door open, greeted immediately by an array of records and what appeared to be a bit of gear in the back. yes, change.

he snapped his head to the side when he heard an employee speak... really the reaction of someone who’d just been yelled at for no reason... so, you know, after probably at least two second of staring at the other like a deer in headlights without saying anything, he finally replied, “ as this is a comparatively new establishment, i planned to peruse, if you will. however, if you have any direct recommendations, the only thing i cannot do is ‘mathcore.’ ”

is that [KIM NAMJOON]? no, that’s just [JACKSON SUN]. [HE] is [TWENTY-SEVEN] years old and is a [SCRIPT SUPERVISOR]. rumor has it they’ve been in town for [TWELVE YEARS / ONE MONTH]. on a good day, they’re [INTELLIGENT & RELIABLE]. but watch out! they can also be [DETACHED & STUBBORN]. [HOLLYWOOD BY MARINA] plays in my head whenever i think of them. can’t wait to see them around springhill! [amy, 20, est, she/her] 

hello, my friends ! it is i, amy. excited to bring in namjoon. excited to have marina’s name on the roster page now. excited in general ! also ! almost forgot ! if ur following this blog and ur “?????” it’s bc it was once dante’s and i j,, repurposed it !