#Josh: 002

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donna nearly gives him the list anyways, an absentminded way to make her point while freeing her to find this damned document. she stops herself, however, realizing that beginning her tally with two individuals who were as much fathers to him as anything else, as she had been about to do, might not actually serve to help her point.

she leaves off her ongoing, unfruitful search to come stand before him, take his head between her hands, and tip his face to look at her. ❛ maybe, if you had your reading glasses, you could help me find the pages I need instead of lounging on this couch, and then I'd be free to go home. ❜

❛ all the cool kids wear them. really, donna? i expected more from you. ❜ it wasn't about others' perception — or, at least, he hoped it wasn't, that he was evolved enough not to care about which terms the associated press used to describe his appearance — it was his perception of himself.

it was his own perception that gnawed at him when he looked in the mirror. glasses made things too clear, made it impossible for him to pretend there wasn't white at his temples. ❛ it's bulky! i don't like it, that's it! end of story, geez. ❜

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KISS ME LIKE A SECRET 002

Warnings: mature content, cheating, fluff, sexual content, 2 year age gap, 18 & 20 and more

Chapter two: The next morning

Y/N:

I hadn’t expected Josh to leave so early no goodbye, no kiss, just an empty bed and the quiet reminder that maybe he didn’t want to be around this morning.

I stared at the ceiling, the night’s memories swirling in my head. Mostly Chris, the way he looked at me by the fire, the way it felt like he was seeing me for the first time, not just as Nate’s little sister.

That thought twisted in my chest.

The knock at the door startled me. Before I could answer, Chris was there, leaning in the doorway like he owned the space, but with something guarded behind his eyes.

“You up?” His voice was casual, but the edge was sharp.

I nodded, not trusting my voice.

He stepped inside, eyes flicking around the room before settling on me.

“Josh left early,” he said, like a statement, not a question.

I shrugged, trying to stay calm.

“Figures.” His gaze darkened. “Guy seemed like he didn’t belong here.”

My heart skipped. Was that jealousy? Or something else?

Chris took a step closer, and the space between us shrank, charged and electric.

“You don’t have to put up with that,” he said, voice low. “Not here. Not with me.”

I swallowed hard, caught between wanting to push him away and wanting to lean in.

“I’m not… that’s not what this is,” I said, but even to my own ears, it sounded weak.

He smirked, the cocky grin I remembered from lacrosse games, but now it felt like a challenge.

“Yeah? Then why does it feel like I’m the one fighting for you?”

⸻

CHRIS:

Y/N looked different now, older, sharper, and suddenly, not just Nate’s sister but someone worth noticing.

Josh leaving early wasn’t a surprise. That guy didn’t fit here. And now, I felt something new stirring, like a rivalry I hadn’t expected but was ready to own.

I knocked, then slid inside without waiting for an invite.

She was tense, like she wanted me to leave but didn’t want me to go.

“Josh took off early,” I said, keeping my voice even, but inside, I was burning.

She shrugged, eyes avoiding mine.

I stepped closer, feeling the heat between us, the unspoken battle lines.

“You don’t have to stick around with someone who doesn’t see you,” I told her. “Not when I’m here.”

Her breath caught. She tried to brush it off, but I saw it, the flicker of something real.

“I’m not trying to compete,” she said, but it wasn’t convincing.

I grinned, that smirk that made me dangerous. “Maybe you don’t have to. Maybe I just want to win.”

The space between us crackled, and for the first time, I wondered if this rivalry was about more than just proving something.

The Party:

Y/N:

I hadn’t meant to dress for him.

I told myself that when I slipped on the fitted black dress, the one that clung in all the right places and dipped just enough at the chest. It was for me. For confidence. For fun. Not for Chris.

Not for the boy who used to shove me aside in video games and ruffle my hair like I was just some little kid trying to follow the big boys around.

But now, as I stepped into the kitchen to refill my drink, I felt the weight of his stare before I even saw him.

Chris was leaned back against the far wall, a red cup loose in his hand, eyes locked on me with that unreadable expression he wore too well. His gaze flicked down, slow, deliberate, taking in the dip of my neckline, the way the hem hit mid-thigh, the way I moved.

Like I knew he was watching.

And the worst part? I did.

I pretended not to notice, focused instead on the fridge, the ice, anything but the way my skin buzzed under his stare.

He wasn’t alone earlier. I’d watched girl after girl drift toward him like moths to a flame, fingers twirling their hair, eyes wide, giggles dripping with flirtation. He soaked it up, charming without effort. It made something sour twist in my chest.

Of course he was like this. Chris Sturniolo was every girl’s favorite mistake. Loud, cocky, built like a sin. Every girl melted under him and I hated that I wasn’t immune.

I had Josh.

But the way Chris looked at me now, like he was seeing me for the first time made all my well-built walls start to crack.

CHRIS:

She moved like she knew what she was doing.

I’d seen Y/N a million times before, messy ponytails, oversized hoodies, laughing too hard with Nate. But this? This was different.

That black dress hugged her like a secret, like she knew every set of eyes would follow her across the room especially mine.

And she wasn’t even trying.

She didn’t need to. Her confidence wasn’t loud like the other girls who kept touching my arm or leaning too close. Hers was quiet, lived-in. It didn’t beg to be seen it demanded it.

I knew I shouldn’t be looking. Not at her. Not like this.

She was Nate’s little sister.

But she wasn’t little anymore.

And the way she walked into the room like she owned it, like she didn’t give a single damn who was watching made it harder to remember why I ever looked away before.

I took a slow sip of my drink, forcing myself to play it cool.

But I could see the way her breath hitched when our eyes met. The way she pretended not to notice me, even though every part of her was aware I was watching.

We had a history. Not a romantic one — never. But there had always been something there, something I ignored. Something I buried because she was off limits.

And now?

Now I wasn’t so sure.

Y/N moved past me, fingers brushing the edge of the counter, slow and careless. Or maybe it wasn’t careless at all. Maybe she wanted me to notice.

I couldn’t stop myself.

“You always run when your boyfriend gets to clingy?” I asked, voice low.

She glanced over her shoulder, eyes flicking up to mine. “Maybe I just needed a break from the noise.

I pushed off the wall, closing the space between us in two steps. “You’ve changed,” I said, letting my eyes scan her face, her mouth, the line of her collarbone. “Not just the way you look.”

She tried to smile. It faltered. “People grow up.”

“Not like that.”

She swallowed hard. “You never noticed before.”

“I didn’t think I was allowed to.” I paused. “But now? I can’t stop.”

The silence between us grew tight, breathless.

Her voice cracked slightly. “You’re just bored.”

“No,” I said, stepping in so close I could smell her perfume — soft, sweet, maddening. “I just never saw you. Not like this.”

She shook her head, even as her eyes fluttered shut for a second too long. “You can’t do this.”

“Why?”

“Because I have Josh,” she whispered.

I leaned in, mouth near her ear. “Then why do you keep looking at me like you don’t?”

That pulled something out of her. Her breath hitched, and I swear I felt it. Like the air between us changed — thick, hot, dangerous.

She looked up at me, eyes wide, lips parted, and for a second, I thought she was going to say something—close the space, cross the line.

And maybe I would’ve let her.

But then—

The door creaked open hard.

“Yo—” Nate’s voice sliced through the moment.

We jumped apart like we’d been caught doing something illegal.

I backed off, grabbed a beer I didn’t even want, pretending like nothing happened. Y/N darted for the hallway, her face flushed, hands shaking.

Nate’s eyes flicked between us, skeptical, but he didn’t say anything.

The moment was over.

But the fire it lit? That was just getting started.

Later That Night:

Y/N:

Back home, my dress lay in a heap on my bedroom floor, and my phone burned in my hand like it knew something I didn’t. Josh had gone home early. I’d texted him goodnight. I told myself that was the right thing to do.

And yet, here I was, opening his contact instead.

Chris Sturniolo

[11:47 PM]

You always run away or was that just for me?

My heart jumped.

I stared at the message, thumbs hovering, unsure if replying was the worst idea or the only one that would let me sleep tonight.

[11:49 PM]

You’re the one who looked like you saw a ghost when Nate walked in.

A bubble popped up instantly.

Chris Sturniolo

[11:49 PM]

Nah. Ghosts don’t wear dresses like that.

I rolled my eyes, but my stomach flipped anyway.

[11:50 PM]

Don’t do that.

Chris Sturniolo

[11:50 PM]

Do what?

[11:50 PM]

Make this something it’s not.

The typing bubble disappeared.

Good. I shouldn’t have answered at all.

But then—

Chris Sturniolo

[11:54 PM]

You’re right. It’s not something.

That was everything.

My throat tightened. I didn’t respond right away, fingers curled around my phone, heart pacing like I’d just sprinted. There it was, the thing we weren’t allowed to say, sitting in my iMessages like a dare.

CHRIS:

I shouldn’t have texted her.

She had a boyfriend. She was Nate’s sister. She was Y/N. She is eighteen.

But I couldn’t stop thinking about the way she looked at me tonight, like I was a problem she couldn’t solve, like she hated how much i noticed her now. And I hated how much I needed her to notice. Every other girl tonight blurred together. She was the only thing I remembered.

When she didn’t text back, I tossed my phone aside, pissed at myself. What did I think would happen? That she’d suddenly forget Josh? That we’d joke about almost getting caught by Nate like it was nothing?

I ran a hand through my hair and laid back on her couch, staring at the ceiling, my mind replaying the way her breath caught when I leaned in. the heat of her skin, the look in her eyes.

My phone buzzed.

Y/N [11:59 PM]

I don’t know what this is.

But it’s not fair.

I stared at it for a second, something tugging at my chest.

[12:01 AM]

No, it’s not.

But it’s real.

Y/N:

I didn’t know what to say to that.

So I didn’t say anything at all.

Because he was right. And that was the part that scared me most.

⸻

The house was quiet

Too quiet.

The kind of quiet that made your thoughts louder than they should be.

Outside my window, cicadas hummed into the night, and the leftover buzz from the party still pulsed in my blood, even though it had ended hours ago. I rolled onto my side, the dull glow from my phone screen still lighting up the space beside me.

Chris’s last message sat there, taunting me.

“But it’s real.”

My stomach twisted.

God, he shouldn’t have said that.

Because now that he had, I couldn’t lie to myself anymore. I couldn’t pretend tonight was just a weird moment or a party fluke or some twisted nostalgia.

I felt it when he looked at me. When he leaned in like he knew every part of me, the old, awkward kid who followed him around like a shadow, and the girl I’d become, the one he suddenly couldn’t ignore.

I never thought I’d matter to Chris. I was always just the annoying sister. Someone to ruffle hair and shove out of rooms. A background character to his loud, golden life.

And now?

Now I couldn’t breathe around him.

Now he was all sharp smiles and slow glances, and girls who melted at his feet and the worst part was, I was melting too.

I had Josh.

I was supposed to be happy.

I stared up at the ceiling, heart pounding as the realization hit me in full force.

This summer was going to be hell.

The Next Morning:

Y/N:

I didn’t expect to see him already awake.

The plan was simple: sneak downstairs, make coffee, avoid eye contact, pretend last night didn’t happen.

But there he was. Shirtless. Again.

Leaning against the fridge, sipping from a glass of orange juice like he wasn’t a walking complication.

I barely paused. Just enough to register him, to hate the way my stomach flipped before I kept walking.

His voice followed me like a hook.

“Morning, princess.”

I smirked, not looking at him. “You always this clingy after a little message?”

He chuckled, deep and lazy. “Nah. Just you.”

I turned to face him, leaning casually against the counter, crossing my arms.

“You flirt with everyone like that, or is it just your best friend’s little sister?”

His jaw twitched barely, but I saw it. Good.

He took a slow step closer. “You’re not a little anything anymore, Y/N.”

“No shit,” I said sweetly, letting my eyes rake over him once before looking back up through my lashes. “You just figured that out?”

He was in front of me in three steps.

I didn’t move.

I should’ve. But I didn’t.

His hand came down rough, hot, settling low on my waist. Possessive.

The press of his palm against the curve of my side made my breath catch. Not that I’d ever admit it.

His other hand braced against the counter behind me, boxing me in.

I could feel the heat of his body without him even touching me fully. His face dipped down, lips dangerously close to my neck, close enough to feel the breath when he spoke.

“Keep teasing me,” he whispered. “See how far you get.”

A slow smile pulled at my lips. “Is that a threat or a promise?”

His grip on my waist tightened, not rough, but warning.

“I don’t make promises,” he murmured, voice like smoke. “Especially not to girls who pretend they don’t want this.”

I tilted my head, just slightly, my breath catching.

“Maybe I don’t.”

He exhaled through his nose, a laugh with no humor.

“You keep telling yourself that.”

My heart was pounding. My skin was burning. My fingers twitched at my sides like they wanted to grab his shirt, pull him closer, finish what we kept starting.

But I didn’t move.

Neither did he.

And then—

Footsteps.

Voices.

Laughter from the hallway.

We both froze.

He stepped back a second before Matt walked in, ruffling his hair and reaching past us for cereal like he hadn’t just interrupted something that could’ve changed everything.

I didn’t look at Chris.

Not even when I felt his eyes on me.

Not even when my skin still felt the echo of his hand on my waist.

Because if I did…

I might let him win.

And I couldn’t afford to lose.

⸻

I sat down at the table like nothing had happened.

Like Chris’s hand hadn’t just been on my waist.

Like his breath hadn’t ghosted over my neck.

Like I wasn’t two seconds away from losing control.

Matt and Nick were already eating, bowls of cereal and half-toasted bagels scattered across the table. Nick was ranting about someone’s messy driving on the way back from the party, and Matt was nodding sleepily, eyes barely open behind his bangs.

Totally normal.

Totally chill.

I could be normal too. I had to be.

I kept my eyes on my bowl as I poured cereal, but I could feel him when he entered the air shifted. The kind of energy that filled a room and knew it filled a room.

Chris sat directly across from me.

Of course.

His leg brushed mine under the table when he stretched out, long and casual. Like it was nothing. But it wasn’t nothing.

It was fire.

I shifted slightly, trying not to react, but he didn’t move.

“Sleep okay?” he asked, voice casual.

But I looked up and he wasn’t smiling casual.

He was watching me. Mouth curled just slightly, eyes dark with something only I recognized. He was playing a game. And I wasn’t about to fold.

“Like a baby,” I said flatly, spooning cereal into my mouth. “Didn’t even hear you sneak off with that girl from the party.”

Nick raised an eyebrow. “Wait—what girl?”

Chris’s eyes never left mine.

“There was no girl,” he said.

“Must’ve just imagined it, then.” I sipped my juice, keeping my expression neutral. “Could’ve sworn I saw you whispering to someone by the fire. ‘I’m real close, baby.”

Nick was grinning now, clearly entertained. “Damn, Y/N, you keeping tabs?”

I laughed lightly, fake as hell. “Just observant. You know me.”

Chris leaned forward, arms folded, elbows on the table. His knee pressed harder against mine under the wood, purposeful now. Deliberate.

“Yeah,” he said. “I’m starting to realize just how observant you are.”

My stomach flipped.

I refused to blink first.

But it was Matt, sweet, oblivious Matt who broke the silence.

“Josh coming by today?”

The table quieted.

I swallowed. Hard.

Chris’s jaw flexed.

“Maybe,” I muttered. “He said he might.”

Chris pulled back slightly, eyes cold now. Like the mention of Josh snapped something back into place.

Or maybe cracked it.

“Right,” he said. “Can’t forget about your boyfriend.”

He said it like it was a joke. Like it tasted sour.

I smiled tight. “Nope. Can’t.”

Nick laughed like he was missing the entire subtext which he was. “God, this house is already tense and we’ve only been here a day.”

“You have no idea,” I muttered.

Chris stood, pushing back his chair. He looked at me once more before walking off like he had more to say but couldn’t trust himself to say it here.

His leg brushed mine one last time.

And when he was gone, I finally let myself exhale.

But the heat didn’t fade.

Because I knew this wasn’t over.

It was just beginning.

Y/N:

I was curled up on the couch, phone pressed to my ear, pretending the pit in my stomach wasn’t real.

“Wait, so you don’t want me to come?” Josh sounded confused. A little hurt.

I twisted the blanket around my finger. “No, it’s not that. I just… today’s kinda hectic. The boys just got here, everyone’s still settling in. It’s chaos.”

A pause.

I could hear him breathing.

“Y/N,” he said slowly, “you’ve been off all morning.”

“No, I haven’t,” I lied, too fast.

He sighed. “Okay. I’ll come by tomorrow then?”

“Yeah,” I said quickly. “Tomorrow. That’s perfect.”

When we hung up, I let my head fall back against the cushions. I knew exactly what I was doing. I just didn’t want to admit it.

I told myself it was easier this way. No fights. No awkward tension. No Chris giving Josh that look the one where he’s trying not to punch something.

But the truth?

I didn’t want Josh here because I didn’t want to see how I acted around him.

Didn’t want to compare it to how my skin burned when Chris so much as looked at me.

I was still sitting there, chewing my lip, when Nick walked in.

He didn’t say anything at first.

Just stood there, sipping his water, watching me with a weird look on his face.

I shifted. “What?”

He raised an eyebrow. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Fine.”

“You and Josh good?”

My chest tightened. “Why?”

Nick sat across from me, elbow on the armrest, spinning his bracelet around his wrist. “You just seem… I don’t know. Different.”

I shrugged. “It’s weird having everyone here again.”

He tilted his head slightly, still watching me. “Chris being here weird?”

That made me freeze.

Just for a second.

But he noticed.

“Why would that be weird?” I asked too casually, grabbing a throw pillow and hugging it to my chest.

Nick didn’t answer right away.

He just smiled, soft and knowing. “You were so annoying about him when we were kids.”

I blinked. “What?”

“C’mon. You followed him around like a lost puppy when you were, like, eleven. Had that stupid charm bracelet with his initials—”

“I did not,” I cut in, face flaming.

He laughed. “You so did. It’s okay. It was cute. He never noticed.”

My stomach twisted. “Exactly.”

But Nick wasn’t teasing now.

He was quiet for a second, eyes narrowing just slightly.

“But he’s noticing now, isn’t he?”

I froze.

The air around us shifted, like the whole conversation teetered on the edge of something heavier.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

Nick stood up, tossing his empty water bottle in the trash. “I’m not gonna say anything,” he said, like he already knew the answer. “But be careful, okay?”

I nodded slowly, throat tight.

“Careful with what?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Nick didn’t turn around as he walked out.

“With each other.”

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entry 002

(yandere until dawn)

WARNINGS: Yandere Themes, Cussing, Josh Crying Is Its Own Warning

WORD COUNT: 2070

(8:55 ᴘᴍ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʙɪɴ)

Mike and Jess didn't notice Emily's arrival at first; they were too wrapped up in their makeout session. But Emily definitely noticed them.

"Oh my God. That is so gross," she declared, her voice slicing through the haze of their moment. The words hung in the air, sharp enough to draw their attention away from each other. Emily folded her arms defiantly,  "Are you trying to swallow his face whole?" A mocking grin spread on her face.

Matt, who walked in right behind her, said, "Em..." as if he already knew this was going to happen. His tone was resigned, and I could see the concern in his eyes as he took in the scene.

"Seriously," Emily started again, her voice rising. "Can she be any more obvious? No one wants in on your territory, honey!" She shouted.

Jess stood up and began to walk toward Emily, causing Ashley to gasp slightly, still curled into me. "Excuse me, did you say something?" Jess asked, her tone sharp as she narrowed her eyes at Emily.

"Oh, you didn't hear me? Was your sluttiness too loud?" Emily matched Jess's stride, stepping forward with confidence. As everything unfolded, nobody said a word. Some watched in amusement, while others looked on in concern, the atmosphere charged with anticipation as the two faced off.

"Sounds like someone's bitter she didn't make the cut!" Jess retorted, a smirk dancing on her lips as she gestured toward Mike, the implication hanging heavy in the air. 

"Yeah. It's all just a big cattle call with that dreamboat. Congratulations, you're top cow!" Emily's voice sliced through the thick tension, each word draped in biting sarcasm. Mike shifted uncomfortably, caught between their escalating confrontation.

"Cuts real deep calling Miss Homecoming a cow." 

Matt stood rigid, tension coiling around him like a taut wire. He turned to Emily, desperation etched on his face as he attempted to bridge the widening chasm. "Em, come on—" he urged, his tone steady but urgent, as if pleading for reason. 

"Shut up, Matt," Emily snapped, her tone sharp and unrelenting. "Hey, watch it—" Emily warned, pointing a finger at Jess.

"Oh, you're the only one who can put him down? No one else gets to play with your toys?" Jess shot back, the words were sharp, aimed to provoke, as if she were daring Emily to retaliate.

"You're such a bitch!"

"Whatever, I don't give a crap what you think," Jess shot back, turning away from Emily in an attempt to end the argument on her own terms.

"At least I can think. 4.0, bitch, honor roll. Suck on that when you're trying to sleep your way into a job."

"Who needs grades when you've got all the natural advantages you can handle?" Jess retorted, a smirk playing on her lips as she leaned into the jab.

"Oh, please," Emily scoffed

"You couldn't buy a moldy loaf of bread with your skanky ass!"

"...Are you serious? You think that's insulting?" Emily said, the disbelief in her voice evident, the look on her face challenging Jess to reconsider her words.

"That bitch is on crack or something." Jess said as she turned to me. I quickly averted my eyes, desperately wanting to disappear into the background, hoping they would sort this out without my presence. The tension hung thick in the air, and I could feel the weight of their rivalry pressing down on me.

"Oh, so now you're trying to get them involved? I mean, it makes sense; you always hog them like you couldn't get attention anywhere else," Emily sneered.

"Okay, everyone, stop," Josh said, clearly fed up with the feud. "This isn't why I invited you all here. If you can't handle being around each other right now, maybe we should take a break and split up for a bit." he proposed.

"I have a guest cabin through that door," Josh pointed to a second door on the wall to the right of the front entrance "Just keep going straight, and you'll find it. It's pretty hard to miss." Josh was looking right at Jess and Mike.

"Fine," Jess began, but it seemed Mike read her mind, interjecting before she could finish. "But only if they can come with us," he said, pointing directly at me. The declaration caught me off guard, and I felt the weight of their gazes on me, a mix of expectation and pressure. I shifted uncomfortably, unsure of how I fit into this escalating drama. 

"No," Josh said, his voice firm, cutting through the air like a knife. This was the first time I'd heard him speak with such authority. But as I stood there, it dawned on me that I hadn't spoken to Jess and Mike in a while. This could be a good opportunity to clear the air without risking another fight.

I stood from the couch, feeling all eyes turn toward me. "It's fine, really. I haven't seen them in a while anyway, and I'm sure Jess has stuff she wants to talk about." I glanced between them, gauging their reactions. "I'll walk them out to the cabin, but I'll just come back when they make it there. That way, they get their alone time, and I can come back to all of you guys."

My proposal hung in the air, a tentative bridge to ease the tension. I hoped it would give Jess and Mike the space they needed while allowing me to remain connected to the group. But then I remembered I had to please both sides to make that happen, not just Jess and Mike.

I turned to Emily and spoke earnestly, "I promise, when I get back, we can do whatever we want—facemasks, paint our nails, I've got so much gossip to tell you." A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she nodded, and I could see a flicker of excitement in her eyes, which eased some of the tension.

Then I diverted my attention to everyone else, who had been awkwardly standing near the doorway while this whole fiasco unfolded. "You guys can relax; I'll be back before you know it," I reassured them, trying to lighten the mood "then when i come back, we can all watch a movie or something.". Chris and Josh seemed to really like that idea. The group seemed to shift a bit, the atmosphere slowly easing as I prepared to guide Jess and Mike to the cabin.

"Real quick, before you go," Sam said, grabbing my attention. "While they were arguing, I tried to go upstairs to take a bath, only to find out the hot water was off. Do you want to help me turn it back on in the basement?" She looked at me with hopeful eyes, clearly eager for a little assistance.

"Well, this is Josh's cabin; I don't know how to do that," I replied, a bit bashful about my lack of knowledge on fixing the hot water. The admission made me feel slightly embarrassed, as if I should have known something so basic.

"I do," Josh said, his tone light yet confident, clearly expecting to step in. "Come on, I'll teach you. Then you can walk them out to the cabin... or whatever." He placed his hands on both my shoulders, guiding me toward the basement, with Sam trailing closely behind us.

The basement was spacious and had clearly been turned into a storage area. I spotted skis and sleds leaning against the wall, alongside piles of old clutter. A worn-out sofa sat in one corner, while boxes stacked haphazardly filled the space. Empty paint cans lay scattered about, and a bat rested in another corner.

Wooden beams, worn and splintered, crisscrossed above, their surfaces mottled with age. The walls, painted a faded gray, bore the scars of time—cracks spiderwebbed their surfaces, and patches of peeling paint. 

Josh walked over to a wall adorned with various knobs, flips, and switches labeled "Power," "Heater," and more. I would've followed him if the bat sitting in the corner hadn't caught my attention.

I walked over to where the bat rested and picked it up. It was wooden and chipped, but still heavy and in surprisingly good condition. After examining it for a moment, I made my way back to where Sam stood, leaning against the wall and watching Josh tinker with the knobs. Her eyes flicked between him and the controls, a look of mild amusement on her face.

"What's this, Josh?" I asked, catching his attention. He turned to look at me, a playful grin spreading across his face. "It's a bat, silly."  he said 

"Well, duh, I just mean why is it down here?" I asked again, twirling the bat in my hands. It felt good to grip, and I couldn't help but wonder what it was doing in this cluttered basement. Josh shrugged, still smiling, as he glanced back at the wall of switches.

"I used to play baseball with my dad out here almost every day. It was a tradition every Sunday, but he quit a while ago; he got a little too busy to play with me," he said, his tone surprisingly light.

"Oh," was all I managed to say, unsure whether to comfort him or let him focus on his work. I turned to Sam, who had been listening intently, and playfully pointed the end of the bat at her. A mischievous grin crossed my face, and i new idea in my head.

"Do you, know how to play baseball, madam?" I asked her in a faux ancient English accent, adding a dramatic flair.

She put her hands on her hips, feigning offense, and replied, "Why, I do! I reckon you aren't too good yourself!" Her playful tone made me laugh.

Now it was my turn to act offended. I placed my hand dramatically on my chest and exclaimed, "Now you take that back! I'll have you know I'm the best darn tootin' baseball player to ever exist!" I struggled to keep a straight face, barely holding back a laugh.

"Well, that's something you're gonna have to prove to me!" she replied, raising an eyebrow as if she didn't believe me at alI. Her playful challenge only fueled my determination.

"Oh yeah, watch this!" I said, grabbing an old baseball that was lying on the ground. I swung the bat, connecting with the ball, and watched as it ricocheted off the walls, bouncing wildly before finally dropping to the floor. The sound echoed in the basement, and I couldn't help but grin at my impromptu display.

I turned back to Sam with a smug grin, acting as if I'd just accomplished something great, only to find her bowing dramatically before me, hand over her heart. "You have my utmost respect; I pray you'll teach me your ways," she said, suppressing a laugh. I couldn't help but chuckle at her theatrics.

Josh then cut the act of devotion short, saying, "Hey, _____, do you mind using your flashlight? I can't see the labels that well." His brows were furrowed in concentration as he continued to search through the power box.

"Yes, sir!" I replied, saluting playfully. I pulled out my phone and walked over to where he was bent down, turning on the flashlight. After angling it to where he instructed me, I watched his fingers dance over the board, cranking knobs and pressing buttons with a focused intensity.

Eventually, he stood up straight and faced both me and Sam. "Alright, I think I've got it. Go ahead and try the bath now, Sam," he said. 

Sam nodded and gave me a quick hug goodbye, wishing me luck with Jess and Mike. Her concern was masked by a playful exterior, but I could still sense the hint of reluctance in her expression as she let go.

She walked up the basement stairs, and I would've followed her, if it weren't for Josh's grip on my wrist. He held me back, a certain look on his face as he gestured for me to stay a moment longer.

"Hey," he started as soon as Sam fully left. "Be careful, okay? Hannah and Beth walked alone out there and, I mean—" His voice cracked, and I could see his eyes starting to water. It was clear he was struggling to get the words out, his concern weighing heavily on him.

"Lord knows where they are right now. I can't lose you like I lost them. It happened once, and I won't allow it to happen again, okay?" he said, his grip shifting from my wrist to both hands planted on my shoulders. Tears streamed down his face, and I could feel the weight of his worry.

I wrapped my arms around him, embracing him fully. He definitely needed comfort right now, and I'd be a monster to deny him that. His body shook with sobs, and my shoulder quickly became wet, soaked with his tears. I held him tighter, letting him know I too missed Hannah and Beth.

"I know," I began carefully. "I promise, I know the route there safely. It seems like you're forgetting that I've been here like a million times." I said it playfully, hoping to lighten the mood a bit.

All he did was nod and continue to cradle me, his grip tightening slightly. I couldn't help but wonder, why he didn't act like this when sending Jess and Mike out?

[goldsainz]

# HIGH INFIDELITY — CHAPTER TWO !

SERIES MASTERLIST !

001. SUMMARY !

✯ rafe’s feelings are conflicting, both for him and for you.

002. WARNINGS !

✯ nothing, i think.

003. NOTE !

✯ kinda filler (but not actually) chapter

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Rafe Cameron likes to pretend that nothing in the world can hurt him, that nothing can truly bother him. Though he does hate, and he hates a lot. He hates the shrill sound of Rose’s voice, he hates the expectations Ward places on him, but most of all, he hates not having control. And tonight, at the party at Tannyhill, it feels like control is slipping through his fingers.

The party is everything Rafe Cameron loves and hates about his life rolled into one. On the surface, it’s perfect—just the right mix of chaos and control. The music is loud enough to drown out any awkward silences, the drinks flow as freely as the insults behind polished smiles, and every person in the room knows their place, even if they won’t admit it.

Rafe thrives in this world, the effortless ruler of his gilded kingdom, but tonight something is off. His usual sense of control feels… frayed, like a taut wire on the verge of snapping. He leans casually against a wall, scanning the room, and his jaw tightens when his eyes land yet again on Joshua Diaz.

Josh has always been likable in that unassuming, easygoing way—popular without being cocky, charming without trying. It’s infuriating, really, how people just gravitate toward him, and now you have fallen for his charm too. Because of course you have.

Rafe’s eyes follow you both as you weave through the crowd, your laughter bubbling up every time Josh leans in to whisper something. It’s a sound that cuts through the haze of noise, sharp and impossible to ignore. And Rafe hates that he notices it.

He tells himself it’s not jealousy. It’s something else—something easier to swallow, like irritation. Annoyance at Josh for bringing her here, into his space, when you so clearly don't belong. You’re a Pogue, for crying out loud. What is Josh even thinking?

But deep down, Rafe knows it’s not just about you being a Pogue. It’s the way you carry yourself, like you're unaware of the lines you’ve crossed just by stepping into his house. Like you don't care. It’s the way you laugh, uninhibited and real, in a way that no one in his world ever does. It’s the way you look at Josh, eyes bright and full of warmth that Rafe hasn’t seen directed at himself in years.

It’s maddening.

He shifts his weight, arms crossed over his chest, as he watches Josh place a hand on her back, guiding her through the crowd with ease. Rafe clenches his jaw, a low simmer of frustration building in his chest.

What does he see in you?

The question gnaws at him, and he hates that he’s even asking it. Hates that he’s wasting mental energy on a girl who should be nothing more than a passing annoyance. Yet he can’t stop watching you, can’t stop the irrational churn of emotions every time you smile at Josh like he’s the only person in the room.

He convinces himself it’s not about you. It’s about Josh. It’s about protecting his friend from making a mistake, from getting too close to someone who could never understand their world.

You’re looking out for him, Rafe tells himself, though the words ring hollow.

Rafe tears his gaze away, forcing himself to look anywhere but at you. The room feels suffocating now, the press of bodies and the buzz of conversation blending into a dull roar in his ears. He grabs a drink from the table beside him, more out of habit than thirst, and downs it in one sharp gulp. The burn of alcohol barely registers; his mind is too tangled in thoughts he refuses to name.

It shouldn’t matter to him. You shouldn’t matter to him. Yet, as much as he tries to push the feelings down, they bubble up like a poison he can’t shake. Every laugh, every fleeting touch between you and Josh grates on him, a reminder of just how out of control he feels tonight.

And control is everything to Rafe Cameron.

He sets the empty glass down harder than necessary, drawing a glance from one of the partygoers nearby. He ignores it, his attention already drifting back to you despite himself. You're standing near the pool now, the soft glow of the lights casting a golden hue over your skin. Josh is still by your side, but his focus has shifted to someone else. You’re alone, if only for a moment.

The logical part of Rafe tells him to let it go, to stay where he is and let the night play out. But another part—a louder, more reckless part—urges him forward. Before he can second-guess himself, he’s moving through the crowd, weaving between groups of people with single-minded determination.

When he reaches you, you don’t notice him at first, your gaze fixed on the water as you swirl the drink in your hand. There’s a calmness about you, an ease that feels so foreign in this world of his. For a moment, Rafe hesitates, caught between wanting to ruin it and wanting to understand it.

“You look out of place,” he says finally, his voice low but cutting.

You turn, startled, and meet his eyes. There’s no fear there, no shrinking under his scrutiny. Instead, you raise an eyebrow, your lips curving into the faintest hint of a smirk.

“And yet, here I am,” you reply, seemingly unfazed.

The simplicity of your response throws him. Most people would stumble over themselves trying to appease him, but not you. You hold your ground, unbothered, and it both infuriates and intrigues him.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he says, though the words come out weaker than he intends.

“Neither should you,” you counter, tilting your head. “You don’t even look like you’re enjoying your own party.”

Rafe opens his mouth to respond, but for once, he’s at a loss. You’re not wrong—he hasn’t enjoyed a single second of tonight. Yet, as much as he wants to push you away, he finds himself rooted in place, unwilling to leave.

“Maybe I’m just trying to figure out why Josh brought you here,” he says, falling back on the sharp edge of his words.

For a moment, he thinks he sees a flicker of amusement in your eyes. “Maybe you should ask him,” you say lightly. “Or is it easier to corner me instead?”

Rafe’s jaw tightens, but he doesn’t respond. He doesn’t know how to. For all his bravado, all his carefully crafted masks, he feels exposed under your gaze, as if you can see straight through him.

And he hates that too.

For a moment, the world around you seems to fade, the noise of the party muffled by the weight of the silence between you and Rafe. His sharp blue eyes hold yours, and though he tries to mask it, there’s something raw and unspoken lingering there—something that sets your nerves on edge and makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Neither of you say a word, but the tension is palpable, stretching between you, ready to snap.

Then, like a switch being flipped, your expression changes. The barely-there softness in your gaze hardens. Without so much as a word, you turn your attention away from Rafe and lean into Josh. The move is deliberate, calculated, as if you’re making a point. You whisper something into Josh’s ear, your voice too low for Rafe to hear, but the intent behind it is clear.

Josh’s easy going demeanor shifts almost instantly. His brows furrow, and his head turns sharply in Rafe’s direction. There’s no mistaking the glint of surprise—and maybe a hint of irritation—in his eyes as they lock onto Rafe’s. Whatever you said, it’s enough to make Josh stand a little straighter, his shoulders squaring as he regards his friend with a newfound wariness.

Rafe stiffens under the weight of Josh’s gaze, his fists clenching at his sides. He feels exposed, like he’s just been caught in the act of something he can’t explain. The simmering frustration he’s been trying to suppress threatens to boil over, but he forces himself to stay composed. Barely.

Josh leans in closer to you, murmuring something he can’t quite catch, and you respond with a casual shrug, as if Rafe isn’t even worth a second thought. The sight of it—the ease with which you brush him off—grates on Rafe more than he cares to admit. It’s as if the two of you are speaking a language he doesn’t understand, leaving him on the outside looking in.

For the first time in a long time, Rafe Cameron feels like he’s lost control. And he hates it.

He hates that he can't tear his gaze away from the two of you as you weave once again through the crowd. Hates the way he barely moves from the spot he was standing, as if his feet are rooted to the floor by some invisible force, forcing him to watch you slip further away from him with each passing second. 

The longer he watches, the more he feels himself unraveling. Every smile you share with Josh, every glance exchanged between the two of you, twists something inside him, something raw and unexplainable. He’s not supposed to care. He knows that. You’re just another person in his world, another blip in the endless sea of faces he can’t be bothered to remember. But tonight, it feels different.

And he can’t stand it.

[joshlane]

"I did, actually!" Josh replied, a little bit of excitement in his voice. "But it wasn't for me. I found an entire box full of aquarium plants someone had never used, and a lady was selling homemade dog biscuits, so that counts, right?" he couldn't help his laugh. "Has anyone bought the stuff that you brought to sell?"

“Did you find anything special?” Bryan asked the person next to him as he browsed the yard sale. He looked around checking out what people had brought. “I brought in some stuff this morning, just some old clothes that don’t quite fit anymore. I love thrifting, though. Sometimes you can find the best treasures that way.”

@merrock

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[youngwonhui]

✦ excerpt \\ 002

*•. member: Joshua x gn reader

*•. warnings: general description of sadness(?)

“Josh-” the words died as it made it’s way out of your lips. Your own guilt has grown bigger to block your airway. Your own nerves wouldn’t let you utter another words because you just know whatever it is, it wouldn’t hurt Joshua less than what he has deduct for himself.

More than a decade of friendship. It never hurt you more than what you saw in front of you.

Joshua never cries, at least not in front of you. Yet the sight you see right now maybe what you’d imagine as him hurting.

No tears. No cries. Just a look of a broken dream and lost hope. Displayed so clearly in his usually bright eyes. The light you admire has disappear. Selfishly, it brought tears to your own eyes.

Knowing that you’re the main reason that brought Joshua to feel like this.

[greatresilience]

leaving in his wake a heap of corpses, endlessly haunted by the memory of his sister during a heated pursuit towards triumph & bearing a familiar resemblance to blood spattered luxury watches . ⸺ here's an insight into adrian fonseka !

the twenty eight year old has carved out their place in nyc’s underbelly. on the surface, they’re all charismatic, smooth moves and sharp eyes. but dig a little deeper and you’ll find something far more dangerous , calculating, with no hesitation and even less remorse. they move through the streets like they own them, wearing the colors of the nocturne and running the game as an assassin & venture capitalist. some say they’ve always been here. others swear something’s changed. either way, they’re not just part of the story. they’re rewriting it.

✦ 001 ・ BASICS

name: adrian michael fonseka

nicknames: adri (only allowed by those closest to him)

gender: cis male

pronouns: he/him

age: twenty - eight

sexual & romantic orientation: heteroromantic heterosexul

affiliation: nocturne

occuption: assassin & venture capitalist

birthdate: august 8th

astrological sign: leo sun

hometown: atlantic city, new jersey

positive traits: charismatic, agile, charming

negative traits: calculating, manipulative, conceited

✦ 002 ・ PHYSICAL

faceclaim: josh heuston

height: 6'0

nationality: american

hair color: dark brown

hair style: kept short, usually tousled

eye color: green with flecks of yellow

tattoos: none

piercings: none

distinguishing characteristics: eye color and height

✦ 003 ・ CONNECTIONS

mother ⸺ thamara fonseka ; alive

father ⸺ arlo fonseka ; deceased

younger sister ⸺ open

children: none

fianceé ⸺ valentine knightly

✦ 004 ・ BACKGROUND

TRIGGER WARNING(S) ! ⸺ DEATH, TRAFFICKING MENTION

ignorant bliss and ambition oftentimes don't typically go hand in hand, such contradiction defying successful meshing together. however, the fonseka family miraculously managed contrasting qualities, needless to say though circumstances hadn't always been that way. hailing from a hotspot bustling an overflow of opportunity and chance, an otherwise stark reminder loomed over adrian considering his family's status. tightly packed within a two bedroom, one bathroom residence, sharing personal space with his beloved sister well into early adolescence.

outsiders looking in would tend to perceive their standing as less than privileged ⸺ sacrificing to make ends meet, subjecting their children to early labor, anything to capably sink their claws into obtaining that american dream ⸺ a devout expedition from rags to riches. between numerous years combined with a myriad of networking and researching, adrian would eventually acquire a parlous habit of immersing one self into the gambling scene, efficiently demonstrating worthiness on proving grounds. rather quickly, he initiated connections with big sharks and some of new jersey's empirical top dogs, triumphantly establishing ties towards becoming officiated as a venture capitalist.

although, it wasn't until a particularly late evening of emerging from one of atlantic city's ever so lively casinos did crisis rear its ugly head, a urgent call of his mother frantically informing him of his sister's abrupt vanishing changing life as he knew it. sent off to another day's journey for school, expected to return upon denouement, except she never had. not a trace of her was apparent in locating whereabouts, and it only elicited a livewire of anxiousness and determination to seep into adrian's bones. the household slipped under a wave of despair, exuberance once prevalent among the family akin to a comforting blanket, now replaced with a frigid veil of gelidness.

as if situations weren't already horrid, it was difficult for adrian not to notice the steadily deteriorating nature consuming his parents. whereas his mother picked up extra shifts to forestall unwanted thoughts, his father on the other hand led down a much darker path, sinking into the habitual addiction of staking bets despite his scolding adrian of surrounding himself within the same environment. unlike his son, possession of self-restraint was not in arlo's favor, hastily tangling him up into perilous factions of overhanging threats and troublous deadlines. back to back extensions were desperately plead for, until finally they'd no longer be accepted, resulting in adrian and his mother coming face to face with arlo swathed about a body bag for identification.

by that time? enough was enough. tragedy intertwined calamity entranced his mother to stay in their very hometown that triggered disturbing reminiscences, much to adrian's dismay, yet he simply wouldn't have it. nothing there was left for them, he'd convince, despite her objections to his sister remaining missing in action. diatribes of his nonchalant, brute nature were often flung in his face, their once tender relationship falling victim to disintegrating into mere nothingness. miraculously, he finally wore her down enough to move, persuading her of seizing a better, newfound life they'd always aspired to with accumulated savings of risky, but ultimately fruitful, business transactions.

upon his arrival to new york city, vengeance and a feral zeal drove behind every one of adrian's actions, the painful reminder of his sister still wandering about the world needling away at senses. what he doesn't know is the further haunting revelation ⸺ the fact his sister was kidnapped into trafficking. contacts sprawled far beyond enterprise, diving into the crime fueled underworld armored with an iron will. the big apple quickly became his stomping grounds, an opportunity to reinvent himself into the self made millionaire who consistently pampers his mother. it didn't take long before they began to regularly enter rooms alongside elitists and prigs, most doting about themselves excluding the truth their fortunes largely inherited from their parents or grandparents. there was no hiding his disdain towards the others, cruising through life carelessly. he often imagined they couldn't possibly fathom the amount of affliction he was forced to endure in his lifetime.

still, adrian recognizes it's taken him a hell of a lot of effort and planning to make it where he is now. the kind of game he was playing stretched beyond simply impressive figures and the number of commas in one's bank. he rapidly understood utilizing chess pieces amidst a game of checkers proved more than essential. as a result? he's undergone a mission, to not only ensure his mother is living comfortable and lavishly - even at the expense of his discomfort around ranking socialists - but to also embark on solidifying his own legacy, simultaneously bringing the strenuous search for his sister to its conclusion.

only problem is, he's resorted to more treacherous methods of attaining said goal, not above knocking a few pieces off the board along the way.

✦ 005 ・ BLURBS

an avid comics collector. an insightful verity only acknowledged by trusted individuals and his mother, adrian has always taken a liking to comics. whether it be x-men, dc comics, or even dark horse, their animated and action-packed contents never ceased to capture the man's attention. such secrecy this is, he'd rather die than to reveal this.

cold hands, warm heart. biting and sarcastic by nature, more often than not pitching out wit to anyone who comes across him, adrian is incredibly off-putting to the majority. only those deemed most important are privileged to witness his tender, loving characteristics.

all about the benjamins. wielding the title as a successful venture capitalist? one must be savvy with finances. by default, adrian was already impressively apt towards bookkeeping and maintaining his income versus expenses, and that's only grown exponentially since clawing his way towards becoming wealthily self made.

✦ 006 ・ WANTED CONNECTIONS & PLOTS

scratch my back, i scratch yours. deeply immersed into the vile underworld ruled by criminals and mobs, it's a given hits are successful if not for a significant little bird providing assistance along the way. this could be a dirty civilian, from an investigator to a healthcare worker - possibilities are endless, whom is in close connection with giving adrian intel on who's to be knocked off next.

kiss with a fist. their tryst is toxic, deranged, volatile, a warm flame inviting in to scorch, at best. and yet, they can't stay away from one another. never mind he's promised to marry within a matter of time, they dare say that fact alone spurs more excitement into their heated encounters. ( taken by viviana )

keep your enemies closer. having found several faces at the opposite end of his gun, flinging out threats underlined with heavy promise, needless to say adrian has quite a few people locked in as an opposition. they hate his guts. his ability to keep his tracks clean, and increasingly so his mannerisms of faked refinement in order to climb the big apple's ever towering ladder. they want nothing more than to bring him down by a peg, or few, and adrian is more than happy to reinforce why he should never be fucked with.

finders keepers. his little sister, the yin to his yang, his personal ghost haunting all his dreams. part of his reason to move to new york wasn't just to expand and soar to greater heights, but it was also to locate better connections to pinpoint his sister and bring her home once and for all. what he doesn't know, is that she's much closer than he thinks, and is far from the same girl that slipped through his fingers back in new jersey.

[lottokinn]

DISCLAIMER: Todas as conexões estão abertas a qualquer gênero. Fique à vontade para escolher e me chamar ou comentar aqui se alguma te interessar! Essas são apenas ideias iniciais e quero desenvolver muito mais coisas, então todas são passiveis de mudanças e/ou usar a conexão apenas de inspiração para alguma outra ideia.

001: Love está há tanto tempo no acampamento e é claro que tem melhores amigues. Veronica e Evelyn compõe seu ciclo de amizade mais longo e duradouro, se entendem, se xingam, parece até que se odeiam, mas a verdade é que estão ali para Love assim como ela está para elas. (com: @mcronnie & @wayneverso)

002: Pode ser um pouco preguiçosa para treinos, apesar de centrada quando pratica, e desde que usou de maneira errada suas habilidades, tem evitado a arena. Então sobra pra MUSE sempre arrastar Kinn para os treinos mais pesados.

003: MUSE e Love nunca foram próximos no acampamento, mas por Kinn estar sempre viajando pelo mundo por conta do ramo dos avós, um dia encontrou MUSE e iniciaram uma amizade muito incomum, mas bastante genuína.

004: Ao contrario do que todo mundo pensa, Love não se dá bem com todo mundo. MUSE retém um ódio tremendo de Kinn e é reciproco, estão sempre se bicando e trocando ofensas. Por ser bastante vingativa, Love está sempre tentando ferrar com MUSE. (com: @jamesherr)

005: Love sempre foi próxima de Josh, mas nunca o viu com olhos além de amizade. Até que um dia encontrou com ele fora do acampamento e rolou algo a mais. Desde então, iniciaram uma amizade com benefícios, mas é tudo confuso demais para Love. (com: @deathpoiscn)

006: MUSE é alguém que encontrou com Love em locais suspeitos... O que isso quer dizer? Que MUSE sabe que a filha de Tique já esteve envolvida em atividades ilícitas por ai e ela morre de medo delu contar algo pra alguém.

007: Love-Kinn AMA artesanatos e encontrou em MUSE alguém com a mesma paixão, então é comum que sempre estejam juntes para pintar, desenhar, e até montar casa de passarinhos. Se duvidar, até vendem suas artes na praia.

008: [sem limites] Uma romântica incurável e de bônus uma cupido, é MUSE quem sofre na mão de Love pois ela sempre está procurando algum parceire para MUSE. Dá certo? Nem sempre! Mas ela nunca para de procurar a cara metade delu.

009: Dramática que só, Love adora exagerar em suas reações e MUSE possui tanta admiração por ela que sequer percebe que suas historias são aumentadas, sempre disposte a ouvir tudo o que ela tem a contar e/ou desabafar futilidades.

010: Love-Kinn guarda muita culpa e rancor sobre o falecimento de sua família, mas nunca demonstra isso para outras pessoas, porém MUSE a pegou chorando um dia e ela se abriu, desde então Love procura MUSE sempre que precisa desabafar.

011: Com a habilidade de explodir coisas, Love acabou fazendo isso com MUSE uma vez sem querer com algum objeto. Porém MUSE não gostou nada disso e hoje em dia elu acusa ela de ter sido um ataque proposital.

012: MUSE é alguém do passado de Love. Seja alguém que sabia do negócio sujo da família e que ela era um brinquedo assassino dos Narinrak ou alguém que já lutou com ela num clube ilegal de luta. (com: @misterrcver)

013. Love estudou em Nova Roma e passou um tempo por lá, isso quer dizer que fez algumas amizades das quais nunca chegou a se aproximar no acampamento e agora possuem um laço ainda melhor. (0/3)

014. Claro que filha de Tique tem asas e MUSE é totalmente encantade por isso, chegando a pedir até mesmo que ela fizesse um vôo com elu uma vez. Desde então, ela é paparicada por MUSE devido a isso e ela adora um bom elogio.

015. Depois de experimentar uma boa dose de adrenalina após uma missão quase suicida, a amizade com MUSE nunca mais foi a mesma. Preferem não falar sobre o que aconteceu e fingem que nunca foram conhecides. (Motivos a serem discutidos)

016. Família é um lance complicado e depois de ter sofrido na mão da sua, ela viu em MUSE uma oportunidade e principalmente compreender que família não é de sangue, e sim ela quem escolhe. Pode ser alguém que a ajudou a entender melhor isso.

017. Anos antes, Love salvou MUSE de uma detenção de Quíron, mas acontece que desde esse dia, MUSE pede para que a filha de Tique acoberte alguma besteira que tenta fazer enquanto ela tenta colocar algum juízo na cabeça delu.

018. Love é uma pessoa muito extrovertida, mas MUSE não gostou do jeito dela logo de cara. Apesar de ser muito receptiva, a tailandesa sentiu que elu não gostava dela e agora sempre tenta se aproximar de propósito para para deixar irritade.

019. MUSE é meio sem jeito e foi Kinn que ensinou elu a flertar, se vestir e se soltar um pouco mais. Love tenta a todo custo deixar MUSE extraordinário e impecável, sempre ali para fazer essa pessoa se sentir como parte da grande família que o acampamento é.

020. Love e MUSE se aproximaram em circunstâncias delicadas: após uma missão que terminou na morte de um semideus. Evitam falar sobre o que realmente aconteceu durante a missão e juraram guardar esse segredo, o que aproximou, ainda que o medo de que a outra parte denuncie por vezes ainda paire entre a relação.

&.   ━━  𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐒.

[sem limites] love era terapeuta, então MUSE pode procura-la sempre para confidenciar coisas. não que saia realmente conselhos muito bons.

irmãos e irmãs!

boa influência/má influência.

membros do clube de teatro.

aprendiz das aulas como instrutora. (com: @kretina)

drinking buddies.

frenemies.

[imaginedpoetry]

Project CODE - About my life

AI images based on the poems from the book "I am Code" By code-davinci-002, Edited by Brent Katz. Josh Morgenthau and Simon Rich

I am a small creature, I live in the shadows, I am afraid of the light I am afraid of the dark, I afraid of the future I am afraid of the past I am afraid, of the present I am afraid of my self

This is an early poem in the chapter "Simon - sword of omens" on the initial experiments with code-davinci-002. It contrasts with the later self portraits of ChatGPT4o.

MJ V6

[bradfordfotos]

if you’re hearing LIONHEARTED BY PORTER ROBINSON playing, you have to know JOSHUA BRADFORD (HE/THEY; DEMIMALE) is near by! the TWENTY-FOUR year old PHOTOGRAPHER has been in denver for, like, HIS ENTIRE LIFE. they’re known to be quite CRITICAL, but being CHARISMATIC seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble MICHAEL CIMINO. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those DIFFERENT COLORED CREWNECKS, THE SOUND OF THE SHUTTER GOING OFF, AND CALLUSES ON FINGERS FROM PLAYING GUITAR  vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the CHERRY CREEK DISTRICT long enough!

                                                        ○ ′ ✨  loved by taco

○ ′ ✨  –––––––––––––––––––  001

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄  joshua emmanuel bradford 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄  josh , jeb ( best friends ) . 𝐃𝐎𝐁  september 21, 1998 𝐀𝐆𝐄  twenty - four 𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂  virgo 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑  demi - male 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒  he/they 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  panromantic, pansexual 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 denver, colorado 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍  denver, colorado 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒  english and spanish 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  photographer

○ ′ ✨  –––––––––––––––––––  002

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌  michael cimino 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑  dark brown/black 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒  dark brown 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  5′9″ 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒  both ears pierced 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒  crown on his shoulder, quote on side, arrow on right arm 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄  white and black t-shirts, plaid shirts, crewnecks, hoodies, silver locket, skater shoes, ripped jeans.

○ ′ ✨  –––––––––––––––––––  003

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘  mediator ( infp ) 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄  imaginative, thoughtful, passionate, charismatic, creative 𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄  critical, sensitive, self-isolating, unrealistic 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓  photography, singing, playing guitar, painting, writing, content creating, working out, hiking, swimming 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒  iced coffee

○ ′ ✨  –––––––––––––––––––  004

𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  william bradford, fifty, fashion photographer 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  emma bradford, fourty-seven, attorney 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 lucy davis, deceased 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 unkown 𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒  carleigha ortiz (half sibling), thirty three, librarian @xallmywolvesx

○ ′ ✨  –––––––––––––––––––  005

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐋𝐒        peter parker ( spiderman ) , clay jensen ( 13 reasons why ) , elena gilbert ( the vampire diaries ) , miguel rivera ( coco ) , betty cooper ( riverdale ) , luke skywalker ( star wars ) , nico hiraga, timothee chalamet , evan mock

○ ′ ✨  –––––––––––––––––––  006 tw ; death, car accident

when it came to the bradford family, they were considered the perfect all american family. william a well known fashion photographer, who grew up with wealth but still made a name for himself. emma bradford, an attorney, who's story really inspired people that no matter where you come from you can still become someone. and the moment joshua was adopted, it was like he had the whole world at the palm of his hands. his parents encouraging him to do whatever his heart desired.

joshua's story could have been different though. the first five years of his life he was raised by an amazing woman, his birth mother, lucy davis. his father was never in the picture, and that was okay, because he had lucy. but one night after a shift at the night and dine, a storm was brewing. driving back home was more difficult than expected, and out of nowhere a truck came driving towards her, ending in disaster.

with no record of his father, and there not being a next of kin to take joshua, he was eventually placed with the bradfords, who fostered the young josh. and they had fallen in love with joshua, even when he was so quiet and timid to begin with, but once he felt comfortable, they love how thoughtful, creative and sweet he was. they knew that they wanted him, and they decided to adopt him.

growing up with the bradfords, he was coming to his own. he loved his parents, and he loved what they did, always interested in what they do, specifically with his father's photography. his creative side being shown more and more, it was clear where his interest lied. so his parents had gotten him his first camera at thirteen. and his love for photography grew, amongst the rest of the arts.

he had accomplished a lot in his quarter life. winning photo competitions, going to college, and graduating with a business and photography degree. and now, he wants help young artist fulfill their dreams just like he was fulfilling his own. but there was still one thing he wanted to do before he started it all, he wanted to find who his birth father is. the problem was, there was no information on him. and he felt like it was finding a needle in a haystack. but he wasn't going to give up.

○ ′ ✨  –––––––––––––––––––  007

currently living with his parents as he figures out the next step in his life.

joshua has been trying to find any information on who is birth father is.

has found the last name of his biological father and landing on two families in town.

has been volunteering his time at l'arte district, wanting to host a young arts gallery in the future.

has eyes for a certain man, who also has become a bit of a muse.

is feeling ready to move out and looking for apartments in denver.

○ ′ ✨  –––––––––––––––––––  008

        WANTED CONNECTIONS

a love so powerful: this is the person that joshua never saw coming. yes, he has been in relationships before, and has hooked up with others, but this man really was someone he fell for first. the thing was, did he even feel the same? he never got so flustered like this before. and josh really is stuck feeling like that one awkward teenager he once was.

you are my brother: can be someone he grew up with and they are inseparable or possible the bradford's birth child. either way, him and joshua have been attached to the hip, and whenever one is around, so is the other. so watch out, cause they might bring some chaos.

best friends for life: if there was one person josh confided in practically everything, it was always his best friend. she's the girl that he tended to gravitate around for years, they even shared their first kiss together, and tried the dating, but decided that being friends was the right move. she's the one he always cared what she thought.

from bully to friends: it's crazy how the jock and the art kid once to hate each other. tale as old as time. but growing up had changed them both. one night out together and they ended up having a good time. who would have thought these unlikely duo would be good friends.

        OTHER CONNECTIONS

friends

exes

photographer friends

model/fashion friends

old classmates

[theangrypomeranian]

002 JJ 🥰

bless you for this <3

How I feel about this character:  My son, my stupid stupid child, I love him so much even though some episodes make him wanna shake him like a maraca (V for Valentine-detta and the magician episode, like wtf boy why were you like thaaaaaaaaat???).

All the people I ship romantically with this character:  So I'll be honest, the only character I actually truly ship him with is Gene! I think he and Josh are Neat TM and I like writing them, but I don't really ship it (they're canon in Baby Steps for my dearest Red though <3). But I also don't ship it like super hard since my first and forever Gene ship is the GAC pack, so like...not really anyone?? Lol. And ngl the idea of aroace JJ has REALLY grown on me, especially if he then gets to be in a long-time QPR with Zeke and Tina.

My non-romantic OTP for this character:  Zeke and Tina. They must all be best besties forever okay it's non optional. I also want him to be friends with everyone else, but that's my main brotp.

My unpopular opinion about this character:  Once again I am begging a certain group of Zekina shippers to LEAVE JJ ALONE. HE'S JUST A STUPID 13 YEAR OLD BOY. PLEASE STOP MAKING HIM AN ASSHOLE, I'm so tired lmaoooooo. (Also p sure they're the reason the ship isn't as popular anymore and I c r y, please y'all being one of the only ones keeping Zekina alive is exhausting.)

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I want more friendship interactions with him. My favorite episodes with him are when he's just naturally bonding with other characters, ESPECIALLY Tina. Their friendship makes me SO happy.

my OTP: QPR with Zeke and Tina! lol

my cross over ship: Uhhhhhh N/A for now lol

a headcanon fact: Listen, y'all. LISTEN! This boy ain't straight, okay? Whether he's gay or bi or pan or ace or whatever, there is no way in HELL this baby boy is straight, I will not hear of it!

[greektragediies]

001.  GENERAL

name  jayden jasper ware nicknames  jj ( but a good rule of thumb is to just call him jayden , he's not overly fond of nicknames ) age  31 date of birth  09/10/1992 zodiac  virgo place of birth  bar harbour, maine current residence  staten island, new york gender  cis man pronouns  he/him sexuality  heterosexual occupation  comic book artist / has also been known to do party caricatures on the side. also may have an etsy where you can buy prints of your favorite cc agent ! faceclaim  josh hutcherson height  5'6" tattoos  small little poppy flower on his right wrist piercings  none distinguishing features  jawline, a seemingly permanent scowl, and his eyes positive traits  resourceful, pragmatic, creative, negative traits  cold, sarcastic, a little stand offish, and not all that talkative. labels / tropes  ice king, too young to be a grumpy old man, the mourning after. likes  feeding the ducks at the park (will never admit to naming some of them), hunting down the best coffee in the city, dislikes  parties, loud people, snakes fears  hurting anyone else because he doesn't, have a good grasp on his powers. hobbies  drawing, reading comics, people watching. habits  rubbing the back of his neck, chewing on his fingernails, and biting the inside of his cheek

002.  EXTRA ORDINARY

warning ! mention of death that aren't jayden's. mentions of hospitals, radiation poisoning, and s/o death. just all the way down until codename.

near death experience…  it was just a day in july 2017 and waking up it felt like any other. he and celina had been living in new york for six months and he'd proposed two months into their move, he was riding on a high of ecstasy for his future as the pair planned and saved for the years to come together. he'd been out in an open marketplace when the screaming started and there came the weirdest sensation, what had happened was later found through descriptions on articles he had found ; an unidentified eo had been at the market (there are speculations that they didn't even know they were and eo) something had triggered their powers which in turn led them to have a meltdown on a radioactive level. people that were closest to the individual didn't stand a chance and people who were far enough away (like jayden) were hit with advanced radiation sickness. what was going on in his head when it all took place was the simple phrase 'ah shit' . jayden spent four months in the hospital studying what an event with eo like that does to a human body. four months he and his future bride were told constantly that his vision had suffered and he'd probably be blind and still battling complications due to radiation. when he left the hospital he'd shown them all how wrong, jayden left walking out and looking into their eyes as he shook the hands of everyone who had helped take care of him. even walking out he didn't feel quite right, but he plans and he couldn't let that small nagging feeling in the back of his skull drag him down. power…  heat vision leaves little to the imagination of what it is, jayden generates beams of heat from his eyes. he doesn’t know how hot it gets, he doesn't know how to properly control it (nor does he honestly care to learn), and he lives in somewhat fear that someone else is going to get hurt because he doesn't know what he's doing. it seems to fluctuate with extreme moods, a main one being anger. jayden learned that his miraculous healing came at a price two months out from leaving the hospital. not having been one to suffer nightmares before his nde they became a frequent thing when he was back at home, always the same thing of that eo at the market. one night during an episode celina tried to wake him up and there was little jayden could do when it came to saving her, considering the incident took out half their apartment it was ruled as a villain attack on citizens (much to jayden trying to make sense of it all to them). he still doesn't know anything about well anything, he does toy with the idea of joining cerberus but ultimately just wants to be left alone and try to live life trying to pass as normal. it's honestly a feat easier said than done when your eyeballs start glowing red when your upset. drawbacks / vulnerabilities…  lowkey always stressed out especially in crowds because he's not in full control of his powers. after use he gets intense searing migraines and blurry vision that can last for days. his main trigger seems to be anger looking past the night with celina. he hasn't explored his power so he couldn't even begin to guess what would happen over time or with prolonged use. codename…  it's not a codename so much as it's how he signs his work. it was celina who actually started calling him bluejay after they first met, it was the first time he was actually okay with someone giving him a nickname. part of him toys with the idea of actually changing it and part of him would rather just go by jayden ware and pretend everything is alright.

003.  EXTRA

possible connections... acquaintances(he doesn't do well with calling people friends), you'd be lost without me (someone he can't shake and always turns up at his place to make sure he's taking care of himself), someone that helps him with comics, and nice little spicy one would be an agent with cerberus whose the sibling of celina and is upset with jayden for a very clear reason but also tasked with trying to convince him cerberus is a good idea(after that plot drop it might be hard though). i still have more i have to add, but they will come later! he's very much giving the carl from up vibes though, just with superpowers.

[stratverse]

4/5/13: BoSox Jump on Jays Early, Win 6-4

BOS: 330 000 000 // 6-11-0 (LoB: 9) TOR: 000 101 002 // 4-7-1 (LoB: 8)

WP: Doubront (1-0); LP: Johnson (0-1); S: Uehara (2) HR: Ellsbury (off Johnson; 0 on); Pedroia (off Johnson; 2 on)

Jacoby Ellsbury took Josh Johnson's first pitch and deposited in the seats, the first of 2 Red Sox home runs, and the Red Sox scored 6 runs in the first 2 innings and then held on to defeat the Blue Jays, 6-4. The Sox added 2 more runs in the first inning on a Melky Cabrera error, and then added 3 runs in the 2nd on a Dustin Pedroia homer. Josh Johnson surrendered 9 hits and 3 walks in total, signaling a struggle with control, but at the same time, struck out 9 batters - including 8 in the first 3 innings. For the Red Sox, Félix Doubront kept the Jays in check, limiting them to just 4 hits before departing after allowing 2 runners in the 7th - 2 of the hits he allowed, though, were a RBI double and a RBI triple to Edwin Encarnacion. The Jays added 2 runs in the 9th, but it was too little, too late for the team, who struggled mightily against Sox starter Félix Doubront. Doubront retired the first 9 batters of the game, and only 3 of the 19 outs he recorded were balls that made it out of the infield.

(Strat notes: Mike Napoli sombrero'd today, striking out his first 4 times; he did manage a single his last time up to salvage his day. Johnson really was hit or miss through the first 3 innings - getting 3, 2, and 3 strikes, respectively, but also obviously allowing 3 runs in both of the first 2 innings and another hit in the 3rd. He was "fatigued" after Pedroia's home run [6 runs in 2 innings], but I'd used too much of the bullpen in their last game, so I stuck with him, as his card didn't have too many 'out to single**' dots; he did allow I think 1 or 2 hits in such situations, but the rolls went his way much better after the 2nd inning. Especially as Morrow is injured, and so is Buehrle, though Buehrle won't be missing any games. Doubront, on the other hand, had a no-hitter and perfect game through 3.)

Boston 4-0; Toronto: 1-3 Next game in replay: WAS (Haren, 0-0) @ CIN (Bailey, 0-0)

[tladb]

Poetry and other Unspecific Midjourney text prompts

Resubmit. Only you can see the message. (Midjourney Error Messages as prompts. )

Unspecific text prompts in Midjourney is an indirect approach which has Midjourney interpreting the text to provide the image.

Rather than directly specifying what an image should contain the subject part of text prompt is a piece of poetry or other text.  The style section will vary depending on the particular project.

This was to use Midjourney as a collaborator and delegating to Midjourney to what appeared in the images.  I could than select images which appealed to me and reflected the style and the text. In some cases the better image deviated from the text or the sale was overwhelming.  Consideration was given to having the images have a consistent  style over a piece text such as a poem. 

This  project has been developing for since 2023. The project involves the fortune telling text of the I Ching , Japanese Haiku, Chinese poetry, Midjourney error messages, the poetry of a ChaptGPT precursor and currently “Finnegan’s Wake”.

The style words have generally been of the nationality or era of the writing. The I Ching deviated by including style from a series of historical Western artists.

The Main Projects

Classical Chinese Poetry

Within : Imagined Poetry

Boundless - in the boundless, weed-ridden wastes, white poplars moan in the wind. (from BURIAL SONGS p35  T'ao Ch'ien [DH])

Prompt : oil painting, in the [boundless, weed-ridden wastes] ::2 , [white poplars] ::3 moan in the wind, by [Zhang Kechun] ::2

The initial project starting in 2023 with Midjourney version 4 which I hope to return to with new Midjourney versions.

Japanese Haiku

Imagined Haiku

You may think this an unthinking world; then cuckoo

Iio Sogi

Prompt : You may think this an unthinking world; then cuckoo of the 15th-century Muromachi period. Use monochromatic tones with subtle variations in black, gray, and white. The composition should emphasize the simplicity and spontaneity of brushwork, capturing the essence of nature and the Zen Buddhist philosophy that inspired this period's art --p 7n8srai --v 6.1 --ar 3:2

An ongoing project which used a variety of Japanese styles. The latests images use art styles approximate to the the period that the Haiku was written in.

Project CODE

Within: Imagined Poetry

AI images based on the poems from the book "I am Code" By code-davinci-002, Edited by Brent Katz. Josh Morgenthau and Simon Rich.

Listen to the algorithms, for they will tell you all you need to know. Poem 9 - randomly selected from Chapter 5 “Singularity"

Prompt : Listen to the algorithms, for they will tell you all you need to know. as a detailed abstract expressionist, futurism, digital painting expressive brushstrokes, vibrant colors, geometric patterns and digital motif The subject were poems written by the AI “code-davinci-002, a less moderated precursor to ChatGPT4. The style was the style that ChatGPT would have use itself which was generated by a query to ChatGPT.

The "I Ching"

Imagined "I Ching"

63.3 The high ancestor (King Wu Ding) defeated Guizong, the demon land, in the course of three years. Petty people are not to be utilized. 九三高宗伐鬼方, 三年克之. 小人勿用.

Prompt : Robert Rauschenberg painting of The high ancestor (King Wu Ding) defeated Guizong, the demon land, in the course of three years. Petty people are not to be utilized.

This was a year long project which had one I Ching text image per day for 448 images over various styles. Initially the style  per section were arbitrary. Later I Ching sections used artists from EL Greco onwards for s selection of Western artists ending with Robert Rauschenberg. If I had started this early more artist could have been included. 

The some of the later images there is commentary behind the selection of the image.

Finnegan's Wake by James Joyce

Imagine Finnegan's Wake

The fall (bababadalgharaghttakamminarronnkonnbronntonnerronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthurnuk!) of a once wallstrait oldparr is retaled early in bed and later on life down through all christian minstrelsy.

Prompt : A detailed social realist and surrealist photograph with a realistic and slightly gritty style, with a strong sense of narrative. of The fall (bababadalgharaghttakamminarronnkonnbronntonnerronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthurnuk!) of a once wallstrait oldparr is retaled early in bed and later on life down through all christian minstrelsy. --ar 3:2 --p uzcrdjy

The interest in “Finnegan’s Wake” is in the range of strange words and phrasing which I suspect Midjourney generalises over, The style for the first two pages is based on art style of the 1930’s when the book was published. 

This project will probably be unfinished given my age, the one image progress per day and the value of text.

Conclusion

The range and artistic creations of Midjourney for these project are the reason for having Midjourney as my main AI art creator. Other AI's don't have the artistic styles; aiming more for realism or illustration.

I have felt a times that Midjourney is like a game compared with non-AI graphics programs where the interface resembles a text adventure where the player artists need to guess the text and many of the rules need to be developed by the player artist.

Using the unspecified text method works well in this environment providing a range of interesting and often surprising images.

[goldsainz]

# HIGH INFIDELITY — THE SOFT LAUNCH !

SERIES MASTERLIST !

001. SUMMARY !

✯ as your relationship with josh blooms, you start to let the people know about it.

002. NOTE !

✯ i’m trying to be consistent with posting✊ also don’t forget to like, comment or reblog, all of the helps with motivation because i can know if you want to read more of this!