#hayleau law | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

chwrpg · 5 years ago

Photo

LUNA STOWER. college sophomore; nineteen. hayley law. OPEN.

and, as lisa swenson once said:

"Why? Well, ah, it’s kind of like askin’ why all the guys chew Copenhagen, you know? I mean - If you’re 17, and you’re not a total fry, it’s just what you do.”

BEFORE THE PARTY;

Growing up as one of the eldest of seven had never been easy for Luna. In her mind, her parents were always distracted, fiddling with one of the younger siblings or fawning over whatever accomplishment her older brother had achieved that week. Between all of them, it was easy to feel forgotten about, to be pushed aside for the sake of placing attention onto someone else, and the problem only seemed to get worse when Pete left for college in New York. With him gone, she was forced to assume the role of the oldest child, almost acting as a third parent to the rest of them while also trying to figure out a way to raise herself.

But Luna didn’t resent him for it – if anything, she was happy that he was finally living his dream of escaping Rosewood, just like he had always planned. Getting away was what had brought them together in the first place, and Luna knew that once her time came to leave Rosewood, she’d be putting herself on the first flight to New York to join him at NYU. But for now, she was stuck in Rosewood, idly going through her days and feeling as lost as ever without the one person who seemed to understand her.

Unfortunately, Luna wasn’t gifted like her older brother was. Academics didn’t come quite as naturally to her as they had with him, no matter how hard she tried to reach to his level. To make matters worse, she didn’t come from money either – her parents worked run of the mill office jobs, and deducted half of her pay cheques from local library in order to pay the bills. Pete had made it to NYU on a scholarship, but there was no way Luna could do the same. So along with doing whatever she could to up her grades, Luna discovered another venture for money – beauty pageants.

Luna knew there were easier ways to make money. Being a beauty queen was no joke, and she was alarmed to discover that the bills she reeled in as a result were almost as high as the ones she received at home. But they did give her a chance to score some extra cash for her college courses, as well as to network around and meet people who might have had a connection to NYU. It helped that it gave her the chance to meet more girls like her – Luna had always been effervescent by nature, her tongue-in-cheek humor and unshakeable coolness somehow working in the pageant scene. Judges loved her for it, and so did her competitors, and that was a lot more than what she could say about the people at Rosewood or her parents.

That was exactly how she had become friends with Beverly and Rosie. The two of them seemed to be on top of the pageant hierarchy, but weirdly enough, they had accepted her with open arms almost instantaneously. Considering how lonely Luna had been without Pete around, she fell for it instantly, even going as far as to ignore some of their more sadistic traits for the sake of finally having friends. Beverly was competitive and cruel, and Rosie went along with it like a sheep, but it was all in the harmless name of pageants. It wasn’t as if they ever got into any serious trouble together, and even if they did, Luna wasn’t sure if she would care. Having people on her side for once was just too nice of a feeling to sacrifice, and living in blind ignorance wasn’t a problem if it meant keeping them around.

But that all changed once Arden appeared on the scene. Beverly instantly hated her, making snide comments behind her back and threatening to trip her whenever she so much breathed in their direction. Luna didn’t understand where it came from – sure, she wanted to win just as much as everyone else, but the way Beverly looked at her was like a wolf praying on sheep. It was menacing, and even a little terrifying if she analyzed it enough. To add to the confusion, Arden always seemed lovely, like the kind of person you would want to befriend rather than make an enemy out of. Luna had even gone as far as to try and talk to her when Beverly wasn’t around, and it only took a few brief conversations with the girl for Luna to start adoring her – in every sense of the word.

But she could never tell Beverly or Rosie that. Being rejected by them wasn’t an option as far as Luna was concerned, and neither was talking about her crush towards the one person she was supposed to hate. So instead, she pushed any friendly feelings she had towards the girl aside, and went back to pretending as if she barely knew the girl. It was difficult and even a little lonely at times, but Luna just told herself what she always did – that after the next couple of months, it wouldn’t matter. She would be in New York soon enough and starting fresh, and anything that entered her life between then was insignificant and temporary.

That was, until Beverly approached her with a plan. A plan that would shatter that mentality with one, swift hit.

DURING THE PARTY;

She’d been given a task. One that she wasn’t really a fan of. Luna was tasked with getting Arden to the party happening that night. Apparently she hadn’t been as slick as she’d thought she’d been, with Beverly finding out about their friendly conversations through the pageant grapevine with little to no effort. Of course, she had scolded her for it. Reminding her that Arden wasn’t one to warm up to, but that actually came to a stop. Only once she figured out it could work to their advantage. Luna didn’t exactly have a problem with the idea – even in the current circumstances, texting Arden still sent a rush through her chest, and seeing her in person only amplified that.

But that was until she found out why it’d work in Beverly’s advantage.

For a while, it felt like nothing was wrong. The four of them drank, laughed and even got Arden in on the fun, getting her wasted. But it was all apparently to distract her. Distract her into not thinking that what was going to happen to her home was a result of their actions.

Eventually Beverly tapped Luna on the shoulder and told her it was time to go, and Luna kissed goodbye to the last good moment she’d ever have with the beautiful blonde.

The seriousness of the situation didn’t hit her until they were actually there. Was Beverly for real? She understood that this was serious to her. She got that. But destroying someone’s home? That was a bit too much for her.

But Beverly wasn’t playing games, and it showed in the way she got to business right away, pouring gas around Arden’s trailer before striking a match. They’d run off almost immediately, getting into the car and driving off with Luna in the back and Rosie at the front. The two girls seemed to be riding the thrill of it, while all Luna could think about was what the hell she had just done.

The guilt was overwhelming, and she couldn’t seem to leave it behind. Not even as she took one last glance towards the flames.

alternate faceclaims and prompts.

#rp #rpg #roleplay #bio rp #original rp #luna stower #lisa swenson #drop dead gorgeous #hayley law #hayleau law #openf #wantedf

3 notes · View notes

heartlessromanticc · 7 years ago

Text

The Princess & The Snake || S.P.

PART TWO

a/n: YAY!!! I love this story so far and I am so hyped about this part. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as the first one. You know the drill, like, reblog, and send me feedback! xx, aubree.

warnings: cussing.

word count: 1,884

(gif not mine; gif credit: x)

KEY: Y/M/N= your middle name; y/h/c= your hair color; Y/L/N= your last name.

Part One Part Three Part Four

MASTERLIST

❝A bad boy can be very good for a girl❞

- Melissa de la Cruz

The water pooled at my feet as I shrugged off my jacket. The conversation with the tall serpent still lingered in my head.

“Where have you been?” My mother’s voice came from the living room, “My god, you’re all wet.”

“I thought you weren’t going to be home until late?” I answered her question with another question.

“It’s one in the morning, Y/N. Where were you?” I looked at the clock on the wall and my eyes widened, it was 1 am.

“I’m sorry I worried you mom.” I sighed, “I was helping Veronica with something and got caught in the rain.” It wasn’t entirely a lie, I was helping Veronica, but I would have been home sooner if I hadn’t stopped to chat with the serpent.

“I’m just glad you’re safe. Go take a warm shower and go to bed.”

I saluted her sarcastically, “Yes ma’am.”

I climbed into bed, my hair still damp from the shower, and pulled the covers over my shoulders. I tossed and turned as my mind wandered to the nameless serpent. His confidence in knowing I’d eventually tell him my name to get my bracelet back angered me. I admired the way the dingy leather jacket fell on him perfectly, how the drops of water fell from his hair onto his cheeks, how his lips looked when he smirked. A smile crept onto my lips as I remembered how close we had been standing to each other, just a tiptoe away from our lips touching.

No. I refuse to go there. For christ sake, he just kicked the shit out of Archie. No way would I ever go there.

I woke to the smell of pancakes and bacon. I smiled and stretched my arms above my head, a small groan leaving my lips. I skipped down the stairs and rounded the corner to the kitchen.

“Morning, mom.” I sat down on the stool and leaned forward on my elbows, “I smelled pancakes.”

“I can tell.” She laughed placing a stack of pancakes and bacon in front of me, “You’re hair says you just rolled out of bed.” She set down two empty places and grabbed the orange juice.

“Probably because I just rolled out of bed.” I dragged two pancakes onto my plate, “So are you done working with Hiram?”

She rolled her eyes and sighed, “I still have to get him the keys and finish the paperwork, but then that’s it alright?

I just nodded and sipped on my orange juice, “You know Hermione lets V drink mimosas.”

“Not gonna happen.”

I laughed, “It was worth a shot.”

“Mhm.” She smiled, “What are your plans for today?”

“Um, I think I was just going to go over to the mall in Greendale. I need some new jeans and Victoria’s Secret is having their 7 for $28 underwear sale. A girl can never have enough underwear.” I shoved more pancakes into my mouth and sent a food-filled grin towards my mother.

She gave me a look, but otherwise ignored the grin, “You’re going alone?”

“It’s just Greendale, mom.”

She looked at me and nodded, “Alright. Anything happens, you come straight home.”

“Does this mean I get the car?” I wiggled my eyebrows.

“I don’t have to be anywhere today, so yes.”

I jumped up and pulled her into a hug, “Thank you, thank you! Here, let me take this.” I grabbed the dirty dishes and walked to the sink. After I was done washing the dishes I ran upstairs to get dressed. I threw on a button down striped skirt and a Smith’s t-shirt, finally adding some brown booties. After grabbing a beige cardigan and my purse, I left for Greendale.

As I pulled up to the mall, I was pleased to see it wasn’t crowded. I strolled through the stores, enjoying the time alone and away from my town. Riverdale got stressful, especially now that there was a war between the Northside and the Southside and the serial killer. Archie’s antics never seemed to help. I looked through the underwear in Pink as a voice sent a familiar shiver down my spine.

“What’s the occasion, princess?” I could hear the smirk on his lips. So much for leaving Riverdale behind for the day.

“The sale.” I muttered as I pointed to the sign, “Why are you in Victoria’s Secret, perv?”

He placed his hand on his chest as if he were hurt by my words, “You really don’t like me, do you?”

I turned, putting my hands on my hips, “You just beat up my friend, and stole my bracelet.”

“First of all, you dropped it and I was just trying to return it to you. Second, Andrews had it coming. He was tagging the Southside with his red circle bullshit and he pulled a gun on me.”

My eyes widened, “He did what?”

“Pulled a gun on me.” He repeated. He walked closer to me, “I really like those red ones.”

I glanced at my hands, the red underwear sticking out through my fingers, “Guess I’ll put them back then.”

He smirked as he watched me. I felt small under his gaze, so I decided to turn around and sift through the pile of underwear. I still felt his eyes on me, “So, bracelet kidnapper, you never answered my question.”

“I need some shirts, this is the closest mall that carries them and then I saw you walk in here. I was curious.” He leaned against the display, “And please, call me Sweet Pea.”

“Sweet Pea? Seriously?” I scoffed.

“That’s my name, princess.”

I rolled my eyes, “It’s your nickname.”

“It is the name I go by.” He nudged my shoulder with his own. It angered me how easy he was to be around. I shouldn’t even be talking to him, let alone let him watch me underwear shop.

“Bit ironic, don’t you think?” I looked over at him, “You didn’t seem very sweet when your boot repeatedly kicked Archie Andrews.”

“I’m only sweet to those who deserve it.” He winked. I rolled my eyes again and walked over to the line to check out.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out my bracelet, “You know my name, you ready to get this back?” His eyes searched mine as if my name was hidden in them.

“I don’t know,” I smirked, “I kind of like having this power over you.”

“You have no power over me.”

“You sure about that?” My smirk firmly planted on my lips as I taunted him. His eyes lit up as I challenged him, his own lips pulled into a smirk.

He shook his head at me, “Fine.” He put the bracelet back into his pocket, “I’ll see you around, Cinderella.”

“Cinderella?” I raised an eyebrow at him.

“She was the one losing shit right?” He laughed, finally showing a genuine smile.

“Does that make you Prince Charming?”

“Guess you’ll find out, princess.” He turned on his heels and left me in the store.

The clerk smiled as I walked up, “Your boyfriend is cute.”

A blush crept onto my cheeks, “He’s-uh, he’s not my boyfriend.”

She just nodded and continued ringing up my items.

I pulled into my driveway around 4:30 pm. I grabbed the bags from the trunk and headed inside. I locked the door behind me, “I’m home.”

“I thought you were just getting jeans and underwear?” My mom crossed her arms as she saw the many shopping bags on my arms.

“Uh, I needed everything I bought. Swear.” I smiled, “Oh and I saw the purse that you’ve been wanting forever and it was on sale.” I handed her the bag with the purse in it.

“You didn’t have to get this, but thank you, sweetie.” She hugged me tightly, “I have to run to the store, do you need anything?”

I handed her the keys to the car, “Uh body wash, toothpaste, and shampoo and conditioner.”

“Alright.” My mom pulled on her coat, “I will be back soon.”

After I put everything away, I took a quick shower. I pulled on some leggings and a blue sweatshirt then crashed onto my bed and grabbed my phone. I sent a text to Josie.

Me: Hey, girl. Pop’s date tomorrow? xx

I set my phone on my nightstand and sat down in front of my full-length mirror. I french braided my hair and threw on some fuzzy socks. My phone buzzed on my nightstand as I stood up.

Josie: I’m there. :-)

Josie had been my best friend for as long as I could remember. We used to put on talent shows for our mothers when we were kids. She had always been there for me and I for her. When she befriended Cheryl, I was hesitant at first, but soon after Cheryl had weaseled her way into my life as well. Cheryl and I got closer as Josie started the Pussycats, the both of us compensating for the loss of Josie being around us 24/7. I had grown up across the street from Archie and Betty, so naturally, I was friends with them too, but Josie and Cheryl were my number ones.

I ran downstairs when I heard my mom pull up, to help her with the groceries.

“Don’t you look cozy.” She grinned at my appearance.

“The absolute coziest.” I set down the groceries on the counter and began to put away everything, “I’ll make dinner tonight, mom.”

“Okay, thanks, hon.” She smiled and put away the rest of the groceries as I began dinner.

I left at eleven to walk to Pop’s. The air was cool and crisp as I wrapped my jacket tighter around my small frame. I yanked the door open and walked into Pop’s. I shot a quick text to Josie and sat in one of the many booths.

A few minutes later, Josie sat down in front of me, “Hey, girl.”

“Oh my god, no way. Josie McCoy sat in my booth.” I fanned my hands over my face.

“Shut up.” She laughed.

I fiddled with my fingers, as I debated whether or not I wanted to tell Josie about Sweet Pea or not.

“I heard there was a brawl the other night between the Bulldogs and the Serpents,” Josie spoke up.

“Yeah. It was bad.” I sighed and drank some of my coke.

“Dilton got stabbed?”

I rolled my eyes, “He stabbed himself.”

“Oh. Were you there?” She looked concerned.

“Um, yeah. Veronica came to my house and asked me for help. I pushed the one that was beating up Archie off of him. Then, when I was walking home, the serpent I shoved, had my bracelet. He still has it actually.”

“What? Why didn’t you call someone? He could’ve hurt you.”

“Please,” I sighed, “He wouldn’t hurt me. Actually, I think he likes me. God knows why, but I think he does.”

“Don’t go there.” She scolded.

“Why?”

“He is a gang member. If he doesn’t hurt you, someone will.”

“You’re probably right.” I sank into the booth and closed my eyes. She was right. If he did like me and something started between us, I could get hurt. He was dangerous; I’ve seen just how dangerous he could be, but for some reason, I don’t care.

PART THREE

taglist: @deanilostmyshoe @valiantxhearts @luckyfriess @natr12 @poolpartyingwithjaws @its-oxygenz @niyah-k @penisprkr @zoe-nightshade21101 @potato-parker @sweetacp @saraismeblog @afrowitchenthusiast @holding-onto-youth @art-flirt @lotte142 @superoptimist1997@lukeybabe26 @yourdundunduuun @glow-harrington @lady1505 @asifblackmagic @mariechristine91 @katshrev @spam-to-follow @harika89 @xsnak-3x @kpop-trashz

2K notes · View notes