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enslaughts · 2 years ago

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the dividends of experience. . .

#𝙴𝙽𝚂𝙻𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃𝚂 : a low activity horror - heavy multimuse roleplay blog for characters featured in mixed media, including life is strange, the quarry, the last of us, stranger things, dc + marvel, succession, supernatural, yellowjackets, star wars, twilight, the grishaverse, hunger games, and more. headcanon heavy.

an ode to : teenage horror, body terror, ignorance as bliss, mirrors behind sheets, and things that go bump in the night. 𝟶𝟺/𝟷𝟾/𝟸𝟹. written by jean, 23, white, they/any, cst. on hiatus.

roster. prompts.

currently consuming : the last of us part i and ii, the bear

high muse.

sean diaz. life is strange 2. karen reynolds. life is strange 2. jesper fahey. the grishaverse. @dvrast cat saetang. the last of us. tommy miller. the last of us. kendall roy. succession, not spoiler free. javi martinez. yellowjackets, not spoiler free. laura lee. yellowjackets, not spoiler free. cassian andor. star wars. k-2so. star wars. peter parker. the amazing spider - man. bruce wayne. batman: unburied. jason todd. arkham knight. peeta mellark. the hunger games.

dash rules.

000. . . disclaimer.

just a little one ! i am very new to dc + marvel comics and find myself often overwhelmed with the amount of issues there are to read. i’ve got the spirit, but i may or may not know the basics about your muse when it comes to comic based portrayals. i apologize in advance, but it’s nothing a little plotting can’t fix, so if i pop into your ims with stupid questions about your muse, this is why. but as always, if you’re still down to clown, i am very much too !

001. . . activity.

i'll be frank : i write pretty sporadically, and this goes for ic and ooc interactions. i can get overwhelmed juggling responsibilities often, and socializing is one of the first things to go. i un / fortunately work 40 hour work weeks, and only get every other weekend off, so my schedule makes consistent activity difficult on top of my focus. if i can successfully plot something with you, i find my muse is sooo much more involved, but i'm contradictorily bad at it due to the reasons above ; it's truly hit or miss, and i understand if that becomes frustrating for any of my partners. sometimes i’ll be able to get out a couple drafts a week, others merely once, or not at all. if i haven’t replied or answered something in a while, please know it’s nothing personal, i’m just taking my time until i feel good about what i can put down. writing is a hobby i enjoy, but if you're looking for a blog with any sort of regularity, this isn't the one for you. i have other rp blogs i try to run as well, therefore i might be very slow on this one at times. i can be quite the flaky rp partner, so i apologize in advance for that and completely understand if my antics [ or lack thereof ] result in an unfollow. if i go longer than two months without activity, i'll try to make a hiatus notice.

002. . . following.

because of the previously stated, i’m also highly selective with who i rp with. i want to not to bite off more than i can chew, and for the sake of pacing myself, my activity will be reserved for mutuals only. if my thread count gets too high for my liking, it's not uncommon that i drop threads, but i will absolutely try and let you know if that happens. duplicates are always welcome <;3 [ let me know if you need me to tag same - muse posts and i’ll be happy to ! ] i regularly go on softblocking sprees to keep my follower count semi - low, but do feel free to re - follow if you feel like the stars merely misaligned for our first bout of mutual following and i'd be very down to give it another shot. on that note, it'll take me a week+ to follow back sometimes, as i like to read through not only rules, but dossiers and verse pages, especially for ocs, so it can take a hot minute.

003. . . etiquette.

the basics ; don’t be an asshole, any transphobia, biphobia, homophobia, racism, whitewashing, pro - shipping, incest, etc, will be blocked on sight. no godmodding, please cut your threads, continue asks in new posts, etc, and no stealing of any personal concepts of mine. loose inspiration is fine, but if i see repeated similarities, i may or may not approach you about it. formatting - wise, here is an example of my prose style. i primarily use big ol’ text and static or no icons, beta editor + xkit rewritten, but feel free to format however you like and i’ll try to match you somewhat. since my concussion, however, i will no longer be threading with super small text or anything heavily formatted, as this can strain my eyes and make headaches worse, even with my glasses.

004. . . shipping.

i’m all about exploring meaningful dynamics, whether they be platonic, familial, antagonistic, pre - established, etc, so feel free to shoot me a message if you’d like to plot something out between our muses ! while the mun of this blog is 18+, smut just really isn’t my thing ; referenced ‘ offscreen ’ as it were is fine, as are nfsfw headcanons and such, maybe fade to black / time skips, but for the most part, you won’t find any roleplayed smut on this blog. this of course is muse dependent and does not apply to any underage muses. romance is fine to some degree, but again, if they are a child, anything beyond lighthearted and innocent experiences are off limits, no exceptions. if i see you’ve aged up a minor character for shipping purposes, it will result in an instant unfollow. if at some point i flesh out adult verses for them, these shipping rules will not change. on that note as well, i do prefer to rp with muns who are also 18+. i don’t see your age somewhere in your rules or pinned, it will affect my willingness to follow.

005. . . memes.

memes from anyone, anytime, for the muse or for the mun, are always welcome, and often a go - to ice breaker of mine since starter calls make me nervous. please don’t hesitate to send a good handful since i try not to cage myself into answering ones i just don’t have muse for. i find if i force stuff, i’m just less likely to ever actually get it done, so don’t feel like you’re overwhelming me if you send more than just a couple for me to choose from. please remember to specify which muse your asks are for unless it’s to one of my sideblogs. if you want to start a thread from an ask, i greatly encourage it since i try to write most answers as potential starters anyway ! lastly, any memes in my tag aren't expired. if i don't want them sent in anymore, i'll delete them from the tag.

006. . . triggers.

this blog leans horror - adjacent in many ways, and this blog will be portraying that accordingly, including trigger - heavy content such as : depression, ptsd, panic attacks, violence, murder, kidnapping, self harm, smoking, abuse / neglect, animal death, horror elements, cannibalism, torture, brainwashing, death / resurrection, religious imagery, etc, but i will try to tag it as ‘ trigger // ’. on that note, please do keep in mind : any abuse present on my blog will be in headcanons or backstories, never actual threads. if i’m writing with villain muses, physical harm may be present, but i refuse to roleplay any domestic / animal / harm or abuse in any form. my personal triggers are visual eye gore, visual self harm, and visual vomit. please do feel free to say something if i forget to tag a post and i’ll try to tag it for you right away !

whew. all that said, i'm jean, 23, white, and i use they/any pronouns ! thank you for taking the time to read my rules, and rest assured if i follow you, that means i’ve read through yours as well <3 discord is available for mutuals upon request.

007. . . blogroll.

enslaughts. a medium activity horror - heavy multimuse. dvrast. a selective jesper fahey. low activity. follows from enslaughts. wolfsp1der. an original spider character. low activity. fists4once. a fandomless, original archie andrews. low activity. wayfares. a selective western multimuse. hiatus. greatloss. a selective slow five hargreeves. hiatus. clericlost. a selective slow william byers. hiatus. mindsflayed. a selective slow mind flayer + vecna. hiatus. follows from clericlost.

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rubysunnday · 3 years ago

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let's groove tonight

requested by @maggiescarborough: Lottie love, congrats on 3.3 k!!! Might I ask for 5) "Is he fighting or dancing?" "It's hard to tell... I'm going for upset pigeon." And Jesper Fahey, please? I’d love to know what you come up with! 💛

A/N: man I love writing for Jesper - and yes, I stole some of his from witcher season two don't judge me (also @lxncelot I wrote the tea company in for you since you love my world building so much)

Also this is rushed and I don't love it but this has been sat in my drafts since like November so I am thrilled to finally finish it.

Ketterdam was quiet.

They hadn't done a heist in weeks - there hadn't been anything too steal. Autumn had arrived and every rich councilman who could escape Ketterdam had done for warmer countries. Business in the Crow Club was slow - painfully slow - and Inej and Y/N had found themselves spending more time Jesper watching than anything else.

To be fair, Kaz was paying them to Jesper watch. Not much but it was better than nothing.

Y/N was tired of staring at Jesper's stupid face, she wasn't going to lie. He'd been pissing her off for days with his constant gambling and how he kept flirting with people right next to her - completely oblivious to her presence.

"Is he fighting or dancing?" Inej asked, sitting up a bit to get a better look.

"It's hard to tell," Y/N replied, leaning into Inej also try and see better. "I'm going for upset pigeon."

Inej snorted.

The reason they were even on Jesper watch in the first place was, unsurprisingly, Jesper. He'd upset one too many men when gambling and now had a rather substantial bounty on his head - something he was more thrilled about than he should've been.

So, Inej and Y/N's job was to watch Jesper and make sure he didn't get kidnapped, didn't piss anyone else off and didn't die.

Which was a lot easier said than actually done. Especially when he kept flirting with anything that had legs.

"Is he trying to show off some new move?" Inej asked, tilting her head to the side.

"Or is he trying to mate with that girl," Y/N added, watching the bemused yet utterly unimpressed girl Jesper was talking to as he flounced his arms around.

"Please never use the word mate again," Inej moaned, dropping her head. "I will actually stab you if you do."

They turned their attention back to Jesper. Y/N picked up her glass of whiskey and took a sip, inhaling deeply at the burning sensation in her throat. She turned her head, looking around the room. The door to Kaz's office opened and the man himself appeared, limping down the staircase.

"Kaz towards," Y/N muttered behind her glass.

Inej looked over and sat up, prepared for whatever Kaz wanted. He weaved through the tables and up to their booth, standing in front of their table.

"Where's Jesper?"

Inej and Y/N nodded over to the bar. Kaz looked in that direction and raised his eyebrows, acknowledging Jesper's presence.

"What's up?" Y/N asked, leaning back against the booth.

Kaz turned back to them. "Those men were seen near here - just checking he hasn't been mysteriously kidnapped because you two got bored."

"Haha, very funny," Inej said dryly. "Jesper is fine he's flirting and -"

The abrupt arrival of Rotty cut Inej off mid-sentence and the three crows turned to look at him with unimpressed expressions.

"Boss, we need you," Rotty said, panting. "Cheater refusing to leave and causing a ruckus."

"For fuck's sake," Kaz snapped, glaring at Rotty who visibly gulped. "Y/N, Inej, come."

"We're not bloody dogs, Kaz," Y/N muttered, sliding out the booth. "Though a whistle might work with Jesper."

True to Rotty's word, there was chaos in the back corner of the club. One man - one who'd been a regular for many months - was yelling at Anika and a few other crows, throwing his hands around and looking red in the face. Anika looked like she wanted to punch the man. Or kill him. Either worked.

Kaz slammed his cane onto the table, inches away from the hands of the other players. Silence fell over the entire club as all attention turned to the three crows.

"What the fuck is going on," Kaz said calmly into the silent club.

"Nothing," the man sniffed. "Blown out of proportion."

"Really?" Kaz titled his head. "Y/N."

Y/N stepped forward, picked up the wad of kruge, and clicked her fingers, a flame appearing. She held it to the money and watched as the invisible writing counterfeits often used on fake notes to be able to tell the difference slowly appeared. Y/N looked up at the man, smirking.

"Well," she said, wiping out the flame with a curl of her hand. "That answers that."

Kaz robotically turned his head back to the man. "Oh, dear." He stepped forward. "Unless you want a knife in your back, get out now."

"Brekker, sir, I didn't know -"

Kaz's cane slammed into the man's side. He screamed in pain and Y/N knew Kaz had broken a few ribs with his hit.

"Anika, drag him out to the alley and leave him," Kaz said, sniffing in disgust as the man sobbed in pain.

And like that, the scene was over. No one dared talk about it and everyone quickly went back to what they were doing beforehand. Y/N turned around to the bar and froze.

"Oh, fucking hell," she said, staring at the bar. "Where's Jesper?"

Kaz and Inej spun around, eyes searching the room.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Kaz groaned. "Inej -"

"On it," Inej said, not needing another word. She pulled her hood up and vanished.

"You were meant to be watching him."

"And you dragged me away and had me burning some money, don't get snappy with me, Kaz," Y/N snapped.

"Just go look for Jesper," Kaz replied, poking her in the back with his cane and pushing her forward.

Y/N resisted the urge to kick his leg. She darted through the crowds and headed to the back of the club - towards where Jesper tended to take the people he'd flirted with. There was no sign of him in either room.

Y/N walked out into the back alley behind the club and looked around, looking for any sign of Jesper. The red-haired woman Jesper had been flirting at was leaning against a wall at the other end of the alley, smoking.

"He's gone," she said, flicking the ash off the end of the stub.

"What?"

The woman turned. "Your friend. He's gone. Went with some men and left me naked in a random room."

"Willingly went?"

She shrugged. "They burst in and he left to talk. I heard a thud and then nothing. He didn't come back for five minutes so I got dressed and came out here."

Y/N's brain was racing. "Did you hear which door they went out of?"

The woman pointed to the one behind Y/N. "That one. Then heard someone muttering as they passed the window so I assume they went right then left down the back alleys."

Y/N nodded distractedly. "Yup, great, thanks."

The woman watched her. She took a drag of her cigarette and huffed out the smoke. "The man spoke. I recognised his voice - I think his name was Simmons or Simons. Something similar."

Y/N's head perked up. "Simmons? As in... Arnold Simmons the owner of the Simmon Tea Company?"

"That's the one. He's a gambler, fraud and arsehole. One of his ships is in port tonight to leave for Shu Han tomorrow."

Y/N rummaged in her pocket and chucked a few pieces of kruge at the woman. "Thanks."

Now she was left with a dilemma. Did she tell Inej and Kaz what she'd found or did she just go and hunt Jesper down. She looked up at the sky, the beginnings of the morning sun just appearing in the clouds.

Sod Kaz.

Y/N patted her belt, feeling the shape of the two daggers at her side. And began following the road down to the port. With each turn and step the sun got higher and the world got brighter.

Simmons Tea Company had iconic ships. They were big and tall with flags of bright white and golden lettering along the side proclaiming the name. With enough money to rebuild Ketterdam at least twice, Arnold Simmons was one of the richest men in the city.

And his ships reflected it.

The port was just beginning to come to life, sailors and workers sleepily walking around, nibbling on the fresh rolls they'd been given for breakfast.

There was only one Simmons Tea Company ship in the port. If the bright white flags and gold lettering hadn't already made the ship stand out amongst the dull, falling apart boats surrounding it, the three men standing outside it - holding rifles - definitely did.

And it was the three men outside the ship that let Y/N know that Jesper was most definitely on board. Whilst it made things a little more difficult - Y/N could still easily get in. All she needed was to create a distraction.

She ducked down behind a pile of barrels. They were empty - waiting to be filled with wine, fish or something else needed for a long voyage. Y/N nudged one off the top, letting it drop to the ground and roll down the slight incline and towards the boat.

The three men jumped, startled by the sudden bang.

The one in the middle frowned. "Eh?"

"Wind," another said, bored out of his mind and not suspicious at all.

Y/N pushed another two off, aiming them towards the men.

"That no wind," the first one said. He shoved the third man forward. "Go look."

The third man shoved the first. "No, you look."

The second man groaned. "Oi, quit it."

The first and second men began squabbling and Y/N quietly snuck past them, crouching low to avoid being spotted.

It was stupidly easy.

Once onboard, Y/N didn't waste time looking around - she knew the rough layout of a boat and made a beeline for the hold. As she opened the door, she heard voices from down below.

Including Jesper's.

The creaking of the boat as it gently bounced in the port disguised the sound of Y/N's footsteps as she walked down the stairs, allowing her to get into the hold and duck down behind barrels and boxes.

"Look, I can pay you back," Jesper said, his tone light but Y/N could hear the slight fear behind his words. "I can."

"I doubt it," a man muttered.

Y/N peeked her head over the edge of a box and spotted Arnold Simmons standing in front of a chained Jesper. Jesper was tied down to the chair, nose bloody and lip cut.

"So, either you pay me back, right now," Simmons stepped forward, holding a hand out and Jesper groaned, his face contorting in pain. "Or we have a problem. Because no one steals from me."

A heartrender. Shit.

Admittedly, her plan was a bit shite. But she didn't really have much time to come up with another idea.

So, she snatched up a random bottle of alcohol from a nearby table, took a sip, and pretended to be drunk out of her mind.

"You," Y/N slurred, pointing at Jesper. "I have been everywhere looking for you, you bastard."

Jesper stared at her, his mouth opening and closing with a similar resemblance to a fish.

"Who the fuck are you?" Simmons asked, turning to face her.

"Uh, this is, this is my wife," Jesper said quickly, frowning slightly as he registered what he'd said. "My wife, she has nothing to do with this she doesn't know."

"You mean about your gambling?! How you spent all our money at cards," Y/N stumbled forward, "and on random redheaded women."

Jesper's face cracked slightly but his walls came back up when Simmons stepped forward to stand in front of Y/N.

"Run back home, young lady, your husband will be back soon," he said.

Y/N looked up at him, resisting the urge to wipe the spittle that had landed on her face from Simmons. She took another swig.

"Hey, hubbie," Y/N said, brushing past Simmons and stumbling over to Jesper, putting an arm around his shoulders. "You fucktard."

"Fucktard?" Jesper questioned.

"Right, that is enough." Simmons walked over and pointed at Y/N. "You. Go."

SImmons held out a hand and Y/N felt her heart constrict slightly. Unfazed, Y/N took another swig. She held the liquid in her mouth, waiting for Simmons to move closer as his grip on her heart tightened. He stepped forward.

Y/N spat the liquid out, clicking her fingers and setting fire to the liquid. It turned into, essentially, a flame thrower aimed directly at Simmons. The man screamed as the alcohol and fire hit his face, burning his skin.

Y/N bent down and burnt through the ropes holding Jesper hostage, grabbed his arm, and dragged him to his feet and out onto the main deck.

They were a mess, stumbling and wobbling with each step as they walked down to the ramp. The three guards had vanished and Y/N and Jesper sprinted down the jetty and back onto dry land, practically falling up the stone stairs to the main high street.

Y/N and Jesper skidded as they came to the crossing that lead to the finical district.

"This way," Jesper said, grabbing Y/N by the shoulders and yanking her down an alley, pushing her ahead of him.

Her lungs were burning and she was almost certain Jesper might collapse at any minute.

"Wait, wait, just, stop," Y/N said, pulling Jesper to a halt in the middle of someone's laundry. She panted, putting her hands on her thighs and bracing herself.

"What the fuck, Y/N, how did you find me?" Jesper asked, breathing hard. He wiped the blood from his nose and winced.

"Red-haired woman," Y/N replied. "The one you were going to sleep with, remember?"

"Oh, her... yeah, no."

Y/N looked up at him. "What, in saint's name, does 'yeah, no', mean?!"

Jesper shrugged. "She was cute but I doubt I was gonna sleep with her. Not that we will ever know since, you know, I got kidnapped."

"Your own fault, you gambled your wages away."

"I didn't mean to gamble it away, I got caught up."

"As always. Surely you knew that you were gambling with Simmons."

"Y/N, I didn't even know who fucking Simmons was until about three hours ago."

"I didn't take three hours to find you, Jesper."

"Fine, and hour and a half."

"God, you are so fucking annoying."

"I could say the same thing to you!" Jesper yelled, throwing his hands in the air. "You have been on my case all week about gambling and responsibility and all that shit."

"Maybe because I don't want you to end up at the bottom of a fucking canal, Jesper! Maybe, just maybe, I like your stupid face."

Y/N was breathing hard as the words hung in the air. She looked at Jesper with panic-filled eyes. He looked at her with surprise.

Then.

Jesper walked forward with purpose - so much purpose Y/N took a step back, expecting him to breeze past her - and took Y/N's face in his hands and kissed her. On the lips.

Y/N froze.

And then she melted into him, returning the kiss, her hands gliding along his back.

Jesper pulled away first, still cradling her face between his hands.

"Maybe I like your stupid face too," Jesper whispered, his voice catching slightly.

Y/N smiled, her eyes flicking between Jesper's lips and eyes.

"For a stupid face, you kiss fantastically well."

She leant forward and captured his lips with hers, desire and urgency running between the two of them. Jesper put his hands on her waist and lifted her up onto a nearby barrel, his right hand dropping down to her thigh, his hand dragging up it.

It was ridiculous. One minute they're yelling at each other and the next they're kissing as if there is no tomorrow - as if they can't wait a second longer to hold one another.

"Jesper!"

Jesper pulled away from Y/N so abruptly at the sound of Kaz's voice that Y/N almost fell off the barrel.

Kaz dramatically flipped aside a sheet hanging from a washing line and stared at them - his expression unreadable.

"We good here?"

Oh, Kaz definitely knew what he'd interrupted.

"Yup." Jesper cleared his throat and fluffed his coat, rearranging it on his shoulders. He sniffed, wiping the dried blood from under his nose. "Shall we go?"

He flounced off, a bounce in his step.

Y/N looked at Kaz. "You did that on purpose, didn't you, Brekker?"

"No idea what you are on about, Y/N," Kaz replied. He flexed his fingers on his crow head and turned to go. "Was it worth it?"

"Fuck off, Kaz."

#shadow and bone #shadow and bone imagine #kaz brekker x reader #six of crows #six of crows imagine #six of crows x reader #the crows #jesper fahey imagine #jesper fahey x reader #grishaverse

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haylehkiyoko · 8 years ago

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in another universe (chapter two) ;

jesper / wylan for @wasninski.

0.8 k + words, rated teen and up, phone swap au.

( read on ao3. )

“That bitch.” Kuwei whispers, but with some admiration, their head laying on top of Jesper’s shoulder as the other boy stares dumbfounded at his phone.

The lock screen is most certainly not Jesper’s, no sir. He would not willingly sport a picture of music notes taken then applied with a filter that is not a Snapchat one, along with different colored alternating text marking the date and time.

“You switched phones.” Kuwei tells him, and Jesper fights back the urge to snarl at his roommate.

“I can see that.” He mutters, and Kuwei whines and nuzzles against his neck, causing his frown to lessen some at their antics.

“Tell me. Was he at least cute?” They ask, grinning and placing a hand on Jesper’s stomach casually, tracing patterns where his tank top rides up somewhat.

“Uh, definitely. Kind of, in a completely nerdy way. He’s like a Tumblr guy minus the glasses.” He tells them, and the nonbinary nods.

“Hey, let’s try hacking into his phone.” They suggest giddily, and Jesper snorts.

A moment before Jesper can try punching in the first numbers he can think of, a text pops up on the screen.

To: Wylan Van Eck. From: 1 (808) 238-9385 Your password is 0123? Really?

Kuwei snorts and grabs at the phone before Jesper can try and smack their hands away. “Hey, at least it’s a half step up from 1234.” He defends himself.

“Yeah, okay. Now we have to log into his phone.” Kuwei tells him and Jesper nods before lifting Wylan’s phone up to the light and squinting. He spots the numbers 1, 2, 4, and 9 after some angling and huffs.

“I can’t believe this bastard didn’t have a simple password.” He complains and to his luck, he only gets locked out for ten minutes before he guesses the right password (4291).

First, he saves his number as ‘jesper fahey’ because he must maintain the lower case aesthetic. Then, he logs onto his Instagram to follow himself, adding himself on Snapchat while he’s at it.

To: Wylan Van Eck. From: jesper fahey. Did you really just add me on Instagram?

“Respond to him. Don’t keep him waiting, or you won’t be able to get into his pants.” Kuwei tells him from over his shoulder, his lips brushing the shell of his ear a bit distractingly. Jesper grunts and finally types out a message in return.

To: jesper fahey. From: Wylan Van Eck. gotta get them followers yo

Kuwei smacks the side of his face, but lightly. “You’re sad. You’re really sad. Please, just find him and give his phone back before you make a fool of yourself.”

Jesper huffs and chooses to ignore them, nudging their chin with the top of his head and ignoring their whining as they roll off to lay their head on his chest, where they’re at much less risk of getting berated.

To: Wylan Van Eck. From: jesper fahey. Embarrassing, but understandable.

To: Wylan Van Eck. From: jesper fahey. When can I get my phone back?

“Give it back tomorrow. Ask him out.” Kuwei urges, and Jesper has to admit it’s a pretty good idea, ruffling their hair playfully and complying.

To: jesper fahey. From: Wylan Van Eck. u can get it back like. friday after school ? meet me at starbucks. i told you id get u back.

In less than a minute, his phone dings again.

To: Wylan Van Eck. From: jesper fahey. Did you just use ‘you’ and ‘u’ in the same sentence? Anyways, yeah. I can meet then.

To: Wylan Van Eck. From: jesper fahey. Did you ever find your dog?

“No way.” Kuwei interjects as Jesper types.

“Yes way.” Jesper replies childishly.

“Stop stealing the dog.” They mumble, and Jesper ignores him to respond.

To: jesper fahey. From: Wylan Van Eck. ya. nearly got caught by campus police. :’(

To: Wylan Van Eck. From: jesper fahey. Serves you right.

To: jesper fahey. From: Wylan Van Eck. how come ur text is weird? it’s all different colors.

To: Wylan Van Eck. From: jesper fahey. Makes it easier to read. I have dyslexia.

“Oh my god, Jesper, you are such a bummer. Pay attention to me. I can’t believe I’m about to be replaced by a white boy.” Kuwei croons, smacking his chest lightly and rucking his shirt up.

To: jesper fahey. From: Wylan Van Eck. cool. anyways gotta go my roommate is trying to take my shirt off. it was nice talking tho.

Jesper wraps his legs around Kuwei’s waist and it gets them to stop momentarily, watching the way Wylan types several times by the bubbles appearing lower on the screen, then stop and delete a few times.

To: Wylan Van Eck. From: jesper fahey. You’re into guys?

To: jesper fahey. From: Wylan Van Eck. only guys with cute blonde hair and long eyelashes ;)

Wylan leaves him on read.

#my writing #wesper #wylan x jesper #soc #six of crows #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #wasninski

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