#☁️ ⠀ ⠀ INDIE RODRIGUEZ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ THREAD .

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status : closed / ( @apcthetics ) location : we already know teehee

☁️ ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ────────────         the   volleyball   match   had   been   her   idea.   it   was   posed   as   a   light   suggestion   to   match   the   energy   of   the   party   happening   around   them,   a   sort   of   cool   down   from   the   she'd   just   finished   playing.   however,   the   driving   factor   came   from   more   than   just   a   need   to   work   off   excess   energy   but   rather   an   attempt   to   shake   off   lingering   feelings.   indie's   greatest   kept   secrets   were   the   songs   she   wrote   about   her   best   friend;   yet   another   cliche   she   could   add   to   the   box   becoming   overgrown   day   by   day.   it   was   rare   that   she'd   perform   those   songs   if   he   was   in   attendance,   but   a   part   of   her   thought   it   would   help   her   deal   with   the   idea   that   he   didn't   want   her   the   way   she   wanted   him.   a   way   to   deal   with   emotions   she   couldn't   talk   about   as   she   often   had   done,   but   it   seemed   to   only   make   it   worse.   the   temptation   to   get   close,   to   make   contact   in   the   way   she   had   in   venice,   to   try   again   despite   the   terrible   outcome   the   last   time   she   attempted   to   press   her   body   against   his.   she   definitely   needed   a   net   between   them.          ❝   are   you   tired   of   losing   yet   ?   ❞   indie   called   over   the   net;   watching   as   the   ball   collided   with   the   ground   yet   again.   she   took   a   few   steps   toward   the   pole   and   forced   herself   to   stop   there;   body   leaning   against   it   as   silently   praised   herself   for   her   self   control.   ❝   you're   looking   pretty   hot   over   there,   you   sure   you   don't   need   a   break   ?   ❞   quip   on   her   tongue   slipping   through   as   she   let   her   eyes   openly   wander   her   frame   (   at   least   she   could   praise   herself   for   her   physical   self   control   ?   ).   ❝   if   you   tap   out   now   we   could   just   go   get   in   the   water.   i   think   i   could   use   a   cold   wash   down,   would   you   agree   ?   ❞

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apcthetics​:

*˖ ⊹       “  ah,  there  she  is.  “  as  she  threatened  him  once  more,  alistair  felt  a  sense  of  warmth  wash  over  him,  his  fingers  dancing  across  her  hairline  and  coming  down  to  cup  her  chin.  “  i  was  wondering  when  you  were  going  to  pull  out  all  your  grade-a  charm.  “  familiarity  was  dangerous,  and  alistair  and  indie  seemed  to  know  that  well,  yet  they  could  never  quite  steer  clear  of  one  another.  there  was  an  unequivocal  pull  between  them  that  always  led  them  down  the  path  to  each  other.  in  her  bones,  she  hated  him.  he  knew  it.  alistair  was  not  an  idiot;  the  things  that  he  had  done  to  indie  were  not  something  he  would  ever  be  proud  of,  and  he  couldn’t  blame  her  for  her  anger  (  even  if  he  was  constantly  swerving  responsibility  for  it  ).  but  there  was  freedom  in  knowing  even  the  darkest  parts  of  somebody’s  soul.  the  two  of  them  were  one  in  the  same,  and  their  relationship  would  always  be  like  a  bonfire  that  grew  out  of  control,  but  when  all  alistair  could  think  about  were  the  soft  brown  doe  eyes  of  a  woman  who  he  was  starting  to  believe  would  never  want  him,  he  found  himself  seeking  comfort  in  someone  who  saw  the  worst  part  of  him  and  still  kept  coming  back.  in  time  her  claws  would  come  out  and  she’d  swipe  at  him,  remembering  who  he  was  and  what  he  had  done  to  her;  but  alistair  was  far  more  comfortable  with  the  fighting  and  the  sex  than  he  was  with  whatever  was  happening  thanks  to  hunter.  

“  i  still  get  tagged  in  your  photos  every  time  you  post  something  your  fans  think  will  make  me  jealous.  or  bitter.  “  he  informed  her  simply,  letting  his  hand  fall  away  from  her  face  so  instead  he  could  rest  it  against  her  waist.  his  other  arm  rested  against  the  counter  beside  them,  and  he  leaned  into  his  splayed  hand,  balancing  his  weight.  “  whether  i  want  to  keep  tabs  on  you  or  not,  i’m  never  really  given  the  choice.  “  even  still,  it  felt  like  a  competition:  i  want  you,  but  don’t  think  you  mean  anything  to  me.  he  had  tried  to  show  vulnerability  with  indie  once  (  or  his  own  form  of  it  )  and  in  return  she  had  run  off  into  the  arms  of  someone  softer,  shinier,  who  she  deemed  far  more  deserving  than  him.  even  now  he  knew  if  she  was  given  the  opportunity  of  someone  else,  his  message  would  have  gone  unanswered.  the  betrayal  he  had  convinced  himself  of  still  left  scars  across  his  heart.  she  didn’t  trust  him,  but  he  didn’t  trust  her  either.  perhaps  that  fact  should  have  stopped  him  from  texting  her,  and  her  from  answering,  but  neither  of  them  had  ever  been  good  at  making  the  right  calls  for  their  own  mental  health.  it  was  easier  to  exist  in  chaos  than  face  the  fact  that  neither  of  them  were  truly  wanted.  “  i  don’t  want  you  to  be  nice.  “  he  told  her  plainly,  head  dropping  to  the  side  as  his  tongue  swiped  over  his  lower  lip.  “  it’s  hotter  when  you’re  mean  to  me.  though  i  would  like  to  avoid  having  to  replace  anymore  decorations  around  here.  “  

☁️ ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ─────────────  logically,  indie  knew  alistair  was  a  chapter  with  a  distinct  ending.  she  should  have  let  it  conclude  the  first  time  around,  yet  found  herself  replying  to  his  messages  and  following  the  familiar  path  to  his  shop.  in  the  early  fallout  of  their  breakup  it  was  easy  to  convince  herself  that  she  only  went  back  because  she  wanted  it  to  work.  despite  the  toxicity  that  nurtured  their  relationship,  alistair  was  as  close  as  she’d  ever  come  to  a  happily  ever  after.  she  wasn’t  foolish,  she  knew  it  wasn’t  perfect.  but  in  comparison  to  what  she  was  use  to,  it  was  something  she  was  willing  to  work  for.  but  the  back  and  forth  soon  revealed  that  ruins  were  all  that  awaited  them  at  every  turn;  more  broken  and  shattered  than  the  last  time  they  visited.  eventually,  indie  decided  that  if  she  couldn’t  have  a  happy  ending,  she’d  settle  for  the  feeling  of  an  almost.  turning  back  to  alistair  when  she  was  feeling  her  lowest  and  needed  a  reminder  that  they  had  come  close.  even  with  all  of  their  arguing,  finger  pointing,  and  shit  talking...──  the  two  of  them  had  almost  made  it.  there  was  something  in  her  that  he  once  thought  was  worthy  of  loving.  even  if  what  he  saw  was  someone  just  as  damaged  and  plagued  with  hurt  as  he  was.  indie  could  still  find  comfort  in  that  too.  especially,  when  those  around  her  took  one  look  at  her  dark  parts  and  went  running.  alistair  saw  the  and  decided  the  scars  were  beautiful,  and  added  a  bit  of  his  own  to  the  collection.

“  they  are  insistent  little  fuckers,  aren’t  they  ?  ”  there  was  a  sigh  after  her  words,  but  she  kept  a  smile  dancing  on  her  lips.  the  reminders  that  her  privacy  would  never  belong  to  her  were  jarring  whenever  faced  with  someone  she  was  once  intimate  with.  she  doesn’t  want  alistair  knowing  where  she  is  or  the  potential  of  who  she’s  with  either,  but  that’s  not  something  that  was  up  to  her  any  longer.  indie  wasn’t  allowed  the  decency  of  a  private  break  up.  every  poor  decision  she  made  scrutinized  and  analyzed.  it  should  make  her  ashamed  enough  to  lock  the  door  alistair  sat  behind  and  never  return,  but  it  didn’t.  “  you  could  always  block  me.  ”  the  suggestion  was  more  of  a  joke  than  sincere  advice.  the  two  of  them  had  done  that  dance  before,  it  never  quite  stuck.  they’d  had  a  silent,  collective  agreement:  they  were  potent  together,  but  there  wasn’t  anyone  else  who  could  stomach  them.  it  was  okay  to  play  pretend  for  a  little  while  if  they  accepted  that  truth.  “  if  you’re  doing  your  job  right,  there  should  be  more  than  a  little  decor  falling  off  the  wall,  no  ?  ”  her  voice  dipped  into  a  sultry  lull  as  her  hands  took  their  time  brushing  over  his  shoulders,  down  his  chest,  to  his  abdomen,  and  waist  before  giving  the  loops  of  his  belt  buckle  a  gentle  tug  as  she  backed  away.  her  hands  fell  back  to  her  sides  as  she  walked  deeper  into  his  shop,  finding  a  tattoo  chair  to  recline  on.  “  or  have  you  gone  soft  on  me  ?  espero  que  ese  no  sea  el  caso  porque  siempre  me  gusta  cuando  fuiste  áspero.  ”

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status : closed / ( @sirentearz ) location : indie's place

☁️ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ───────────── as   much   as   indie   loved   making   music   and   performing,   she   hated   the   everything   else   that   came   along   with   it.   that   include   the   binders   of   lookbooks   that   was   sent   over   to   her   to   review   as   potential   tour   wardrobe   choices.   ❝   ya   no   puedo   !   ❞   she   exclaimed,   slamming   a   binder   shut   and   pushing   it   away   from   her.   ❝   if   i   have   to   look   at   one   more   fishnets   and   garter   combo,   i'm   going   scoop   my   eyes   out   with   a   garter   clip.   ❞   indie   gave   a   soft   sigh   as   she   sat   back,   peering   over   to   pearl   before   going   on.   ❝   if   i   watch   the   bar   for   a   week   will   you   just   throw   darts   at   these   binders   and   pick   for   me   ?   ❞

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status : closed / ( @foxtcils​​​ ) continued from : here .

☁️ ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ────────────  indie hadn’t known consistency until she met brady. he was unwavering. all her life her surroundings constantly changed. the apartment she lived in, the block she stayed on, the school she went to, the job her abuelito could keep, it was all fell victim to change.  indie had gotten use to never settling. the only familiar faces were those of her family, and with so many cousins always looming around it was easy to forget how lonely it was without friends. when it came down to it, nancy had really been her first friend. it was like one day indie had no idea who the girl was, and the next you’d never see them without each other. trouble always looming around them wherever they went. the two constantly making bad decisions that made for better memories. especially once brady had entered the picture. unexpectedly, her brother would become the one she held closest to her heart.

it wasn’t that she was growing a part from nancy, their friendship was just as comfortable as it always was, but she was growing closer to brady. whenever she stood next to him there was always a warmth that was unlike anything she’d ever felt before. indie always believed she was someone who had to take care of herself. growing up, she watched her grandfather work himself sick to take care of her. she thought if she could just grow up faster, learn to take care of herself she wouldn’t be a burden to anyone else. brady saw the ways she was trying to be older than she was and took care of her anyway. he’d been taking care of her ever since. 

“ if not crazy, what would you call them mi amor ? ” for all her teasing, indie was always there for him too. reveled in the constant that was knowing despite how crazy things got, brady would always be a phone call away. their friendship wasn’t always easy. somewhere down the line the pair had lost all inhibitions. there was no reason to hold back from sharing their opinions with one another because there were never any secrets between them. but that led to opinions they didn’t always agree with. they fought more often than indie liked to think about and it was frustrating because she didn’t know why they would do it. indie knew how much he cared about her. she definitely knew how much she cared about him. even through the harsh venom they tended to spew out at each other, and the dramatics that came with their shouting, there was never a moment she could envision her life without him in it.

brady had become more than just a comfort; he was a necessity. a vital part of her day to day that she couldn’t be without. no matter how stubborn she got, or how infuriating he could be, she’d always need him by her side. “ are you jealous that my lips got compared to the galaxy’s edge ? if you want me to hook you up with a song writer all you had to do was ask. ” she put on a good front, her tone light hearted, and her brows raised in a taunt, but there was a falter just before. a down turn in her lips at the reminder that those she dated took bits and pieces of intimate moments and twisted them to make her into be a dream. but truthfully it wasn’t their artistic liberties that bothered her. it was the fact that brady could listen to it. “ please don’t tell me you listen to that garbage. there’s much better break up songs out there. much better love songs out there. ” especially when the ones written about her had been void of the love they were singing about.

with him standing beside her indie could feel that familiar warmth spreading throughout her once again. people online loved to refer to her as a bright light that shone even brighter whenever brady was around. she wished she had the words to explain that he illuminated entire rooms and she could only glow so much because she’d gotten to be near him. without warning, she leaned back into him as he leaned to rest some of his weight onto her; her head turning to meet his gaze as if she’d missed it already. “ so... you want me to rip it off you carino ? ” the question came with a tilt of her head and a pause. her eyes drifting down to his collar and back up to his gaze. “ clem won’t be too happy about it, but she’s not too happy with me on most days anyway. ” she shrugged, offering him one quick wink before moving to the bed to put on her shoes. “ what club are we going to anyway ? ”

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☁️ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ─────────────         it   was   hard   to   think   straight   when   brady   drew   close   like   that.   her   back   straightened   and   she   threw   some   hair   over   her   shoulder   before   crossing   her   arms   over   her   chest.   indie   was   trying   to   keep   her   hands   to   herself,   keep   what   little   composure   she'd   managed   to   muster   since   coming   off   that   stage.   he   wasn't   making   it   easy.   the   sun   glistening   on   skin   she   once   had   the   opportunity   of   pressing   her   lips   against   and   having   pressed   on   her.   it   was   the   kind   of   closeness   indie   had   been   yearning   for   for   years.   the   level   of   intimacy   they   shared   in   venice   was   something   she   thought   would   only   exist   in   her   songs   and   daydreams.   despite   telling   herself   it   was   time   to   move   on,   that   it   was   clear   brady   held   no   romantic   interests   in   her,   she   couldn't   stop   herself   from   craving   it   every   time   he   was   near.   she   wanted   to   believe   that   she   could   be   good   for   him,   wanted   him   to   believe   it   too,   but   he   knew   her   better   than   anyone   else.   if   he   hadn't   seen   it   within   her   by   then   it   was   safe   to   assume   he   never   would.          yet,   even   with   that   knowledge   it   wouldn't   stop   the   gleeful   giggles   that   slip   past   her   lips   and   delighted   squeals   as   he   lifts   her   from   the   ground.   he   didn't   need   to   know   that   in   these   moments   she   would   pretend   that   they   were   something   more.   a   reality   where   the   love   between   them   was   more   than   friendly   and   they   were   happy;   beyond   it.   brady   would   always   make   her   happy   regardless   of   his   placement   in   her   life,   but   in   her   fantasy   she   was   able   to   make   him   just   as   happy.   even   if   in   reality   that   wasn't   the   case.   ❝   brady   !   ya   !   ❞   she   exclaimed,   a   hand   coming   up   to   smack   against   his   back   gently,   though   the   laughter   took   away   any   of   the   threatening   tone   she'd   hoped   for.   ❝   what   are   you   doing   ?   put   me   down   !   sé   que   eres   lindo,   no   tienes   nada   que   probar   !   ❞

*˖ ⊹      brady  approaches  indie  with  easy  steps,  shaking  off  the  embarrassment  of  chasing  after  the  volleyball  (  again  )  with  ease.  he  wants  to  claim  that  he  was  letting  her  win  as  part  of  his  '  make  indie  stop  hating  me  for  accidentally  sleeping  with  her  '  plan,  but  the  reality  was  that  brady  was  never  good  at  sports.  he  really  had  been  trying  to  coordinate  where  the  ball  was  heading  with  where  he  needed  to  position  his  hands,  but  it  wasn’t  working in a disastrously obvious way,  so  he's  grateful  when  she  seems  finished  with  their  game.  resting  his  shoulder  against  the  same  pole  she  was  (  and  thus  closing  any  space  they  had  put  between  them  over  the  last  twenty  minutes  or  so  ),  brady  pretends  as  though  he's  considering  her  proposition. his  mind  is  elsewhere  :  all  day  it's  been  drifting  towards  thoughts  of  her,  on  stage  or  in  her  swimsuit,  and  it's  taken  all  of  his  willpower  just  to  keep  himself  present  in  any  conversation. the subtle innuendos that underline her words, a staple in the way she spoke but now having so much more weight to them, make it even more difficult.  he  presses  his  thumb  to  his  lower  lip  in  thought,  his  eyes  narrowed  towards  her,  before  he  shrugs.  

"  okay.  "  he  moves  lightning  fast  for  someone  who  just  struggled to  keep  up  with  their  game  of  vollyeball.  in  one  well-considered  operation,  he  ducks  down,  tucking  his  arms  around  indie's  waist  and  hauling  her  up  over  his  shoulder.  maybe  he  will  regret  this─  most  likely  he  will  regret  this.  in  the  moment,  though,  it  seems  fun,  and  weren't they doing  their  best  to  go  back  to  a  place  where  everything  could  once  again  just  be  lighthearted  fun  ? "  let's  go  cool  off.  "