#geyscrs

[adoratixns]

ADORATIXNS FOLLOWER APPRECIATION

i want to say thank you to everyone who made 2023 special for me. i appreciate all of the smiles, jokes, in character fights and ooc laughs that you have given to me. i hope to continue to make more memories with each of you in the new year. happy 2024! @fvntasmic @carp3diems @vacationeyes @cocained @heartsfirst @villlains @sakurapizza @geyscrs to everyone that follows my chaos of a blog, even if we don't interact - thank you for contributing to my happiness. with love, kenzie aka charlene

[bruiscdmouth]

"What's it like leaving me behind?" @geyscrs

[sunsflowrs-a]

- ̗̀ closed starter: @geyscrs ̖́-

her parents sent out on a goose chase to attempt to find one singular ornament they wanted for tree. it was cute - a stitch one from hallmark, and she's certain she's double checked every aisle as she makes her way back down. she sighs before she pauses, noticing the exact trinket in the hand of another. lips pursed, she offers up a smile. "alright, listen - i can buy that from you. you can walk outta here with more money than ---" she pauses, head tilting to the side before she blinks. "holy shit. no way it's you?! oh my god, hey! it's riley."

[bruiscdmouth]

everything's slipping away and theo can't even grasp at anything to hold it all together. "oh it's pissing you off?" theo asks. there's that familiar look in his eyes, excited, only it's dangerous this way. it feels like something came unraveled, snapped. everything's already broken so what does it matter now? "whining?" that's the part that offends him the most really. he ignores the warning. bulldozes right over it in fact. it's over. theo hears it from miles' mouth. it's over. they're done. he stands there for a moment, frozen, before his gaze narrows in on the buzzing phone. he does not want to fucking hear it again. doesn't want to think about coaching staff and teammates and anyfuckingbody contacting miles. congratulating him. fuck them. he doesn't say a word as he crosses the room and pulls the phone from miles grasp. "fuck you." he grasps the other's phone that won't fucking stop buzzing. theo doesn't even spare a glance at miles before he throws the phone towards the wall. "fuck you!" theo yells this time. "i can't believe you." he's shaking his head before he starts pulling all of miles memories out of the suitcase. all their memories. shoved in crevices like they don't matter. they're done. so they don't anymore. theo's heart is pounding against his rib cage threatening to burst from his chest. blood spilling over into miles hands. theo can't stop once he's started, shoving everything back to the floor like he can force miles to stay and clean it all up. "go, fucking go! i don't want you here anymore. get out."

HE CAN'T HANDLE A TANTRUM from the other, not this time. usually he's so patient, able to lessen the blow of a big loss in spite of it hurting him just as much. miles can't do that here, pain overflowing in a way that dizzies him. he's never felt more alone in this, wanting comfort but receiving none of it. instead he's yelled at, told that somehow this is his fault. and maybe there's some truth to it after all. the raw upset is pressed inward, wanting to do nothing more than let himself run cold. miles starts up again, picture frames and belongings into a box. " this isn't fucking fun for me, theo. you standing there and whining like you're the one getting fucking traded is pissing me off. " shoots him a warning glare over his shoulder, " enough with the pleases. enough with the stops. holy shit, t. it's fucking over. " and his phone keeps buzzing, a hand sharply digging into his pocket to pull it out and see who's bothering him. texts of welcomes to the new team, offers of allowing him a place to stay until he's got time to find his own. he knows some of them already, also knows that theo probably won't like the idea of him staying anywhere that isn't here. what else is he to do? " —it's happening. neither of us can stop it. it'll just make things worse. "

[ofkendra]

“can you believe the lack of options in this thing?” she said, turning her attention from taeng to the vending machine in front of them. she wasn’t expecting the inn to have room service but was more than two chip flavors too much to ask for? “how long do you think that kit kat bar has been in there for? like, is it just me or does the wrapping even look stale?” / @geyscr​​

[lowskey]

                                                    HE'S  RIGHT.  THERE'S  NO  ESCAPING  HER.  that  much  is  evident.  they're  not  together  anymore  ,  not  as  a  romantic  couple  ,  but  neither  of  them  bother  to  completely  disappear  from  the  other's  side.  julian  still�� holds  a  special  place  in  her  heart.  ''  thank  you  ,  ''  she  quietly  says.  even  like  this  ,  with  a  past  as  lovers  ,  the  boy  remains  kind  and  patient.  sometimes  she  wonders  what  has  caused  them  to  grow  apart  from  their  love  for  one  another.  ''  any  new  dating  news  ?  been  seeing  someone  ?  i  have  a  hard  time  believing  no  one's  show  any  interest  in  you.  you're  a  catch.  '' / @geyscrs

HIS HOOD IS SLIPPED OVER HIS HEAD, not in the mood to be perceived by anyone other than mabel. " my keys are out in the open because i trust that you wouldn't touch my car. " or at least do anything bad to his car. living with five older sisters prepared him for a lot in life; sharing being one of them. they're in the car and off before they know it. a shuffled song off of spotify lowly playing from his car stereo as they drive through almost empty streets. her hand takes his and he can feel her looking him. julian always knows when she's looking at him. it's peaceful, a quiet contentedness he's always found comfort in. " probably 'cause i literally can't hide from you. i think if i locked my door, you'd find a way to break in and disturb my slumber. " a beat with a fleeting thought has him adding whilst his eyes remain fized on the road, " besides, i don't mind spoling you sometimes. "

[strcwbcrrywine]

KEN DOLL. he smiles now when he remembers her admitting how unnerving she had found him at the beginning. admittedly, at the time they met, he was trying so hard to be normal that he came off as some cocky freak. "been a while since i flexed my fort skills. i think i could make something memorable for us." he smiles softly,"we'll have to take pictures to show our kids one day." being a dad was always something sterling wanted, but with fallon it's something he knows he's ready for. whenever she is, he's ready for a family with her. "you're so talented," he whispers into her hand as he kisses her palm. "i forgot how awful moving is. there's always something more to do."

SHE'LL NEVER LIVE DOWN her comparison of him to an unsettling ken doll. fate was a fantasy that fallon never believed in, but now she could listen to sterling talk about the strings for hours and never get tired of it. even bought him a whiteboard for the joke of it, just to see him smile. " we could make a fort anyways, the house feels kind of empty when basically everything's still packed up. " she hears the bed shifting behind her and turns to see him closer, happily obliging in a kiss. freehand cups his cheek and pulls back with an amused laugh. " i'm the tv whisperer, i guess. " she'll act bashful with it, unable to hide her wide grin. " that's one thing off the list of about a million other things, so that's progress! "

[strcwbcrrywine]

CONNIE WASN'T A GOOD KID. he had a mean streak a mile wide and had his father's smarts, a dangerous combination. there was only so much the adults could do to stop it as kids. there's nothing they can really do about it now. not after all the history between them already. "could lay on ya if you need the heat." he takes a risk and brushes his thumb over her lip, knowing that if either of their fathers saw it he'd be in deep shit. he likes the risk. "could always marry me. i'd take care of you."

THERE'S PLENTY OF STORIES dating back to their childhood that should've clued everyone into what was going to happen. the small scar above his brother's eyebrow from a toy car to the face, all because ronnie wanted to sit next to him at dinner and not connie. belonging to someone didn't seem so bad, kind of liked the chase of it. " you're a shitty light, then. i'm cold. " just wants to give him a hardtime, hardly hides the pout on her face when he laughs at her. even if he has a point. " i mean, i gotta do something with my degree, yeah? can't lean on him forever. —maybe i'll marry a rich guy and he'll take care of me. "

[strcwbcrrywine]

SOME LIKED TO PRETEND that titus had been the ringleader in everything. history seems to be changing shape in this town the longer he has his uncle's throne. he remembers following faith closer than he had ever followed god. he ain't so sure that's different now. "your mama thinks a lot will be the death of you." as a teen, titus hadn't minded mrs. oakley much. now he struggles to see her in a nice light. "won't offer if you were imposing. come on in, faith." his home, once his uncle's, didn't see many visitors anymore. it's only right that faith be one of the few still welcome within it.

A SHIT-STIRRER IN HER YOUNGER YEARS, being the preacher's daughter made her feel close to invincible. lead her and friends alike down some pretty sketchy paths. titus never seemed to question it and would follow her unhesitatingly. she'll wonder if that's changed in their time apart. " my mama always said it may as well be the death of me. " she spares a glance inside, recalling stepping inside to babysit misty or to pay titus' uncle a visit when called on. " as long as you're not in the middle of anything, cowboy. don't wanna impose. "

[bruiscdmouth]

"will you still when i'm gone all the time? when girls hit you up to tell you i'm banging them?" freddie pulls his bottom lip into his mouth. it's all been said before. people who promise him they want him. want this with him. he shouldn't lay it all on her. it's not her fault. he's seen the ending before. "you want me." he knows that. he does too. knows the familiar tug in his belly when he sees her all too well. "you mean it."

FAILS TO FIND THE HUMOR in his self-loathing, margot stares unimpressed. " i don't want easy. —if i wanted easy, i wouldn't have started talking to you in the first place. " hesitates on her next choice of words but goes for it with a huff, " i want you. "

[bruiscdmouth]

"nah." link disagrees. his favourite hobby is fucking with julian. does it like he's on payroll. he doesn't miss the way the other stands there like a dork either. "marina. yeah, not ringing a bell. did she have a hot friend?" link raises a brow. he doesn't bother hiding his irritation. this is going to ruin his fucking summer for sure. he hates when the boys start going steady with someone. "yeah? gunna get a ring on her finger next?" it's a little snappier then he would have liked but sometimes he can't help himself (i.e ever). he reaches his hand out to pat julian's cheek before he shrugs. "yeah, don't worry though bro. i got it. know you'll be too busy for the lake house this year planning your wedding."

" CHECK UP ON ME while being a little punk about it, you know what you're doing. " eyes roll at his question, hands shoving themselves into his pockets. " marina. —girl i took home from that festival. she threw that drink on you because you were creepin'. " doesn't expect him to remember, continues anyways. " been seeing her kinda steady. she's cool. " which is something he usually doesn't do, trying to turn a new leaf with this girl. " what, more ig models on standby? so sweet, trying to make me feel better. "

[tkachukmatthew]

mack really had considered letting margot live her life without his input for a little while. he had wondered what would happen if he let her just be free and without him anywhere near her. but then he had come to the realisation that something bad could happen to her without him nearby. the thought that she might get hurt without him around made him sick to his stomach and he couldn't even fathom it. if something ever did happen to her, he couldn't live with himself. the fact that she thought there was nothing for him to protect her from proved he was doing a good job, after all. "i understand that. message received, trust me." it had been a sort of brutal blow when margot had told him to leave her alone that day in her apartment. he had perhaps come on a little strong that day, he hadn't been able to make her see that he was really doing so much good for her. he isn't certain she's ready to hear it now, either. "i can go. i just... i wanted to grab a coffee. to go. i'm on my way to work. that's the reason i came in here. not... not for you, margot. i swear. would that be okay?" mack watches her, wondering if she'll even give him this, this one small thing. as far as she knows, this is the first time he's been anywhere near her since she moved and changed jobs, but he doesn't think she's unaware that he's lying right now. she isn't a stupid girl, after all. she's so ridiculously smart and mack loves that she doesn't take any shit, including his own. he just hopes beyond all reason that she'll allow him this one, small thing. "i'll even stay right here by the door the entire time. i won't take a step towards you or sideways or anything."

UNSURPRISINGLY, SHE HAS a difficult time believing anything he may have to say to her. doesn't allow her shoulders to slack when he tells her he didn't realize she worked here. after all, that's what happened last time. she believed him, gave the benefit of the doubt with how many times they bumped into each other. and honestly, margot hasn't been able to forgive herself for falling for it. he just seemed so sweet before it all came to light. but now it's just fucking weird, his admittance to wanting to protect her from god knows what leaving her on edge. " good, great. glad you got the message. i never want you near me again. " is she gonna have to quit her job? again? margot's running out of options in this city, running out of places to hide. " —can you go now? " never cared about being nice before, always blunt in nature. she certainly won't be turning over a new leaf now. " i've got my co-worker in the back, too. you gotta go. " it was a lie, she was alone. margot could only hope that he wasn't aware of that. "

[bruiscdmouth]

link never tried to resist her, didn't even keep his sleazy comments to himself if they played the panthers. besides even if it wasn't just wanting to fuck he likes her. wants her to want him back in a way he's never cared about before. "yeah, maybe i did." link shrug. keeps it casual. "i told her it was our anniversary." he explains a wide grin. link has no problem pushing all her buttons. he wishes she'd touch his face again. she steps past him and he's right there behind her, hands gingerly on her hip as he presses his body against her. "i'm coming in, i'll check on her late baby don't worry."

NEITHER OF THEM COULD stop themselves fully, as hard as they may have tried. which she did, tried so hard to keep her hands to herself; only to have link ruin her impressive streak with feelings. bianca's still in the phase of pretending that this all convenient for her, when it absolutely isn't. " you did not talk to my neighbor, " it certainly seems like it, cringing at the idea of what a conversation between them would sound like. hand drops from his chin, " fuck off, what'd you even tell her to get her to leave? " eyes roll while he waggles his brows, scoffing. " you're so gross, " bianca whines, moving past him to walk up the steps. a silent win for him without admitting it, " are you gonna go service delores or are you coming in? "

[bruiscdmouth]

freddie just stares at the other man in vague irritation and the longer he speaks the more he would like to strangle him. instead he crosses his arms over his chest. freddie's not a big fighter but he knows guys gun for him a little bit more. knows they hate how he can hardly contain himself when they try to goad him into a fight. he understands miles in that sense -well from the other side. freddie's not so much a pest as he is pestered. "you just look dumb out there." freddie shook his head. there's this tiny little grin tugging at the corner of his lips. like something between the two of them is about to erupt. fred has no problem goading this guy. "i know how this goes." he agrees. "doesn't mean you need to be out there getting under everybody's fucking skin and actin' shocked when everyone cusses you out after." freddie shrugs. "you deserve it."

for: @mysteryoflovc

" —WHAT? " miles sounds exasperated, but what else can he say when the other's been staring at them for what feels like fucking hours. he tries to read their expression, before a thought suddenly dawns on him. " this is about the fight. right? " fight is an understatement, the refs should have pulled miles off of the guy the minute blood was spilled. they didn't. his face hurts, but his hands hurt worse. part of the game, he knows. " i don't need to hear it from you. already got a fucking earful from staff and the boys. " a beat of silence that leaves miles knowing that isn't the right thing to say. he doesn't try to fix it and instead continues, " and the guy was able to walk away without help getting up anyways. you know how this goes. "

[m0bhitarchs]

⸻ JAXON DIDN'T TYPICALLY COME DOWN TO THE CLUB WHEN IT WAS HIS DAY OFF FROM HAVING TO DO ANYTHING FOR EDDIE. but tonight he had wanted to get out for a little bit and what safer spot than the club that eddie literally owned? he jerked his chin in dominic's direction in greeting when he passed him and stopped at the bar. the drug dealer had just ordered his drink from the bartender that night when he heard her voice hit his ears. he turned to gaze at the beautiful girl next time and nearly bolted upright. shit. jaxon cleared his throat and his exterior remained cool and collective while he leaned his side against the bar. "guess so since i'm the best," he said, flashing the other a wicked grin. it was no secret that jaxon was good at what he did. could sneak you drug in just about any place and no one would ever be the wiser. it was why eddie hired him in the first place. "why would they be scared to talk to you? i don't think you're terrifying at all."

@geyscrs

for: @carp3diems the plot: here

" —MAL'S TAKEN A LIKING to you, hasn't he? " deja calls out to the other. is it weird to know who an acquaintence is just by the back of their head? deja doesn't appear to think so, always observational with every person she meets. the club is bumping, even in the vip section. her boyfriend is off rubbing elbows with whoever the fuck, it doesn't really matter. what matters is that she's been people watching for the past hour, and nursing a bottle of cognac that was gifted to her all by herself. a hand pats the empty space beside her on the couch. " help me finish this, i'm starting to think people are scared to talk to me or some shit. "

[bruiscdmouth]

"i don't care." theo's incredibly close to throwing a tantrum. petulant whenever he doesn't get what he wants. so used to asking and receiving. no questions asked. it's just not making sense to him. it never hurt like this before. he's never lost someone so important to him like this. they come and go. theo thought the two of them were untouchable. he hates that they're not. "fight it!" theo screams at the other. "did you just take it lying down? did you say anything?!" his chests already heaving. they're never like this, have never argued like this before. theo doesn't even know who he is screaming in miles face. feels like he's outside his body watching in. "who cares if they don't want you. i want you." theo says like it's more important. like if he calls up management and pitches a fit they'll change their minds. he winces as the other says that they don't want him. theo can't imagine the organization not wanting him. he doesn't understand why miles is collateral damage in all this. theo opens his mouth to speak but closes it quickly. nothing he says will help. "i'll call them." theo insists. he feels frantic, like he might never see miles again. he will never play as good as he does with miles. their topline in shambles and theo knows he won't find it with someone else. theo searches for his phone, feels like he's scrambling to find it on the couch. their couch. the one they've crashed on after games. one they've told each other they loved each other on and meant it. theo's meant it every single time. when it was too fast and rushed. he still meant it then. his visions blurred as he finally grasps his phone. his hands are shaking. "you're not going. you're not leaving me. i won't let you." his cheeks feel wet and all he wants is for miles to say yes, i won't go. how could i ever leave you behind?

THE PLEADING CONTINUES, and he doesn't understand why. " you know how this works. " how many times had they witnessed this before? losing and gaining teammates; when it came down to it, miles didn't ever find it all that important so long as theo went home with him. even if he really liked them, he found comfort in whatever stupid shit theo would have to say to cheer him up. " how the fuck could i fight it? they don't want me, " it stings to say it, makes him wonder how long before theo feels the same way. the distance too much for them. he also hates how dramatic it all sounds, wants to bottle it all back up and let it rot inside of his chest. let it go on whatever dumbass decides to cross him in his first game. " theo, they don't fucking want me anymore. it's done, it's finished. " his career, his life here or them, he doesn't know. his phone is buzzing a storm up in his pocket, future teammates welcoming him to the team. the gm seemed optimistic on a long future with him and miles could not have wanted it less. everyone knows their bond, how sacred it is and how good they are together. couldn't staff see it? they were in a league of their own, felt like they could do anything. it was nice to belong to someone, to have someone miles would do anything for. a promise of growth with a new team who's doing better in standings, but it feels as if he's being made an example of. miles doesn't know what they're going to do without each other. doesn't know anything at this point. wonders if these memories fading will be inevitable. " there's nothing i can do. i- i don't want this to be it. i don't wanna leave. "