#jaymaybnk

name:      allyson

pronouns:     she/her

preference of communication:     tumblr ims

most active muse:     Hope is the loudest most of the time but I have a collection of a billion fandoms

experience / how many years:    6 years on tumblr. I think almost 4 years rp

platforms you use:  tumblr mostly though i have recently tried discord

best experience:     friendships. I am a naturally quiet  person and being disabled means that I am often alone. there are so many kind people and deep friendships I have made here with our own little worlds

rp pet peeves:   people thinking they are better than others wether thats having a hateful experience or judging others based on the edits and overall look of their blog

fluff,   angst,   or smut: fluff angst is usually my cup of tea though I am a mixed bag writer

plots or memes:   i like both! when I start with a new writer, sometimes, I just need to pants the plot first. Usually memes to break the ice than I change

long or short replies:  both though I am a rambler

best time to write:  friday nights I usually have a lot of muse though usually during the day

are you like your muses:  of all my muses, Hope would call me the kettle to her pot. My therapist actually watched the originals and legacies and her mouth fell open for my personality and a lot of life stuff

I’m going to tag some people I would like to get to know better or see do this

@kookwits​ @kierras​ @westerosiqueens​ @percentstardust​ @bcbliophile​ @wcrriorhearts​

@jaymaybnk​ @depictedblue @rebelcliche​ @scarednotscary @gareththegreat @edhellfire​

@bcbliophile​ @blondenaivety​ @depictedmorada​

tagged by @r33ds​

kiara hasn't been sleeping. ever since a luke maybank-larissa genrette-chandler groff sized nuclear bomb went off in jj's life, he's been in self sabotage mode. worse than she's ever seen him, which is saying something because kiara has seen jj through some incredibly dark moments over their lengthy friendship. he's been pushing her away, insisting that it would be better for her if they broke up and she got out of here and kie has been vehemently refusing, trying her best to knock down the wall he'd built up and remind him that they're in this together — and just when she thinks she's getting through to him, he'll spook himself. push her away and take off and she won't see him again for a couple days, hearing about bar fights and drunken rants secondhand. it makes her chest ache, wishing she could do something — anything — to help him.

but she knows she can't until he lets her. so she stays home. tries to keep everything as normal as she can and waits (impatiently) for her boyfriend — because no, she's not accepting whatever attempted break up he's been throwing at her — to reach the end of his rope and be ready to come home and sort through everything. initially when their door had opened, she'd assumed it was sarah. kie had been sitting up against the headboard, quilt spread over her bare legs and her phone sitting in her lap when she'd looked up, ready for whatever gossip sarah had brought back from the date she and john b had gone on. except her mind goes temporarily blank, surprised to see jj there instead. she blinks, heart tightening when he tells her he didn't want to be alone and she sighs. "you don't have to be," hand reaching out for him, "come here."

her throat feels thick, chest tightening and sinking into her stomach at jj's words. "are you serious?" she asks, hurt wedged between every word. this is new to him, she knows that — jj's spent his entire life in survival mode and he's still learning how to be loved and how to feel safe giving that love back without it feeling like a trap. but even knowing all of that, she can't help the snap in her chest at the question. "i can't believe you would even ask me that."

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