#nearestend;ic

[rcjoice]

she can't help herself sometimes, meddling in his life. she can't help herself when she's found out about his new girlfriend, who she is. his best interests always lie in her heart, and she reminds herself of that as she sits herself down beside her on ashton's couch. "so," she starts, arms across her chest, "he treatin' you right?" she had no blinders on when it came to ashton's shortcomings, when it came to his role in relationships. "and you can be completely honest with me, i know how he can be."

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[devilstown]

@nearestend liked for a beau adams starter ft. philly

"okay, i know this is gonna be kinda an odd choice, but i think it'd be kinda funny if we were minions. but i kinda wanna be a sexy minion." he thinks that he wants to be a sexy something for halloween. "open to ideas. also thought we could be cans of soup. i'm crafty."

[rcjoice]

there's a certain way she looks at him, like she's trying to set him ablaze with her mind. it almost warms him, though he's not sure it's the way she wants him to be. his eyes look up from polishing his sword, a common habit at this point to avert his eyes from her; she had accused him of staring too many times. he looks up as she speaks, brows furrowed at her question. it always felt like a test. like if he said the wrong answer, she would stand there and have him hanged for his crime: being unsatisfying. being boring, worst of all. "it depends. who are you asking me to behead, princess?" his head cocks to the side.

the princess and her appointed knight are now currently locked in a silent staredown. it seems to be the only available pastime left — that is when one has already perused through every worthwhile reading material in the library. he plagues her, as is his assignment, and she plagues him, as a last resort. the silence breaks with a resounding click of her tongue. "would you behead someone for me, if i asked you to?"

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[rcjoice]

@nearestend liked for a kissy starter!! (part two)

they haven't been doing this long, the sneaking around. maybe a few weeks. maybe less. maybe more. but a few weeks of secret kisses and private moments had led to this, ashton sitting in the back of her car with her arms around his neck. they're tangled in each other in the back of some parking lot, ashton peppering her jaw and neck with soft kisses. "is this okay?" he always asks, even if she's said yes a hundred times.

[rcjoice]

@nearestend liked for a kissy starter!!

arms wrap tight around her, tugging her off her feet as he plants a deep kiss to her mouth. sometimes, he misses her more than he wants to admit. sometimes, he feels like it's a hole in his chest without her. "hello, beautiful," he murmurs against her mouth, arms still wrapped around her middle. "sorry, just missed my wife." extra emphasis.

[devilstown]

[ HEAL ]: sender ends up in the receiver's lap trying to tend to their wounds to the best of their abilities. / tyler and kate

reasons to sit in a lap||accepting

"goddamn debris. got got by a fuckin' branch of all things." he grumbles it under his breath, wincing away from her as she dabs the oozing gash across his forehead. it was a baby, barely even a tornado, and cocky as tyler is, he stepped out the truck to get a better look, not seeing the branch flying at him with enough time to do more than duck. barely. it had done a nasty little number on his forehead, blood dripped down into his eyebrows and drying there. uncomfortable as his face scrunches in pain. kate reprimands him as he pulls away, leaning in closer and closer every time he does. "it hurts, damn it," he tells her as she continues her careful actions. it's the last time, when his hand comes up to stop her, that she pushes it aside, climbs up to be chest to chest, legs on either side of his. his face goes hot, hands hovering over her hips before they move to just prop himself up as he leans back. he can hardly think about how it hurts now, not when she's right here in front of him, brows furrowed in concentration as she cleans him up, as her mouth moves to call him a wuss or something of that nature, but he can't hear it exactly with the way his heart pounds in his ears. in all his years, she's the only woman who gets him flustered like this, who gets him feeling this type of way. he doesn't hardly wince, or push her hands away again, for the rest of the time. one hand does eventually find her waist, thumb tracing against her skin as a distraction. "thanks, farm girl," he tells her once she's done.

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[rcjoice]

there's a small chuckle that falls out of his mouth. "and what brings on your sudden need to stop?" he asks, his own lit cigarette hanging between two fingers as he exhales smoke. the thought of quitting never crossed his mind, he'd been doing this over ten years now. "well, yeah, no need to waste 'em."

@rcjoice / starter call.

"i'm gonna quit smoking." adam realizes how funny this sounds, considering the lit cigarette currently placed between his teeth. he glances at ashton, pausing for a minute. "after i finish this pack."

[he1st]

HEART FINDS THE CELEBRITY LIFE FASCINATING  the more she observes them.  she couldn't ever imagine herself in their position,   &   the idea of poking her head out   &   asking some assistant for anything tells her it's far different from her own.  not that she needed any clues as to how their lives differ, the very answer to that is already obvious.  she blinks at his response to her question.   “   no, that bit was called small talk.  i'm not all about business.   ”   she says with a small laugh.   “   speaking of, though.  some of the fans have been asking about a concert movie.  other artists have done a few.  would you guys consider doing something like that?   ”

jude pops his head out the door quickly, flagging someone down with a quick word before turning back to present company. "we can dip whenever, i just prefer to stay here. adjust to the environment, get comfortable. stay focused, that sort of thing." that and knowing how things are now, it's almost inevitable that he'll run into someone who knows him while he's in line at a nearby cafe. "i drink coffee. energy drinks, i can't handle. is that one of your questions?"

[he1st]

FRIDA  LAUGHS,  AMUSED   as  she  watches  philly.   it's  a  hard  thing  to  accept,  growing  up,  shedding  girlhood  like  snake  skin   &   becoming  anew.   “   for  the  record,  i  don't  actually  think  adults  do  their  own  taxes.   my  parents,  like,  go  see  someone  about  it.   wait,  do  yours?   aunt  alice  does  their  taxes,  right?   there's  no  way  i  can  see  uncle  adam  doing  taxes.   jude,  maybe.   ”   she  says  with  another  giggle.   “   i'm  just  saying.   you  know  how,  like,  people  in  our  parents'  generation  always  say  shit  like  ' i  can't  believe  we're  the  new  adults ' ?   well,  we're  the  new,  new  adults.   can  you  believe  that?   like   ...   humanity  is  regressing.   how  are  we  allowed  to,  like,  drive   &   purchase  alcohol?   ”

@he1st / frida: "we were babies then."

"nooooooo, don't say that!" philly lets out a loud, exaggerated wail of a complaint, all the while hugging a large stuffed toy dog (his name is truman junior, after her dad's dearly departed pet. rest in peace, king). as she attempts to roll over onto her side to face frida, she just about nearly falls off the couch. "i am still a baby -- i'm not a grownup, i refuse to be one. grownups have to do shit like, taxes. i don't know how to do that."

[rcjoice]

she's pretty, selene thinks. of course she is, ashton has good taste (he had married her, and selene wilson is definitely not ugly), but it's her air of quiet analyzing that selene really notices. it's the way she seems to be trying to dissect selene with her eyes; selene can sense her unease with the situation. it's not every day your boyfriend's ex wife is sitting next to you interrogating you about your relationship.

"i mean, i know how he can be," she repeats, shrugging her shoulders. "ashton ain't exactly prince charming." when they were together, they had constantly been in and out of stages of cruelness, stages of cold shoulders and fighting, stages of toxicity. she knew ashton was quick to anger, quick to blowing things up, quick to destroy. "ya know, is he steppin' outta line? is he yellin' and causin' fights for no reason? is he bein' good to you? is he tryin'?"

this is previously unknown territory. or rather, these are previously unasked questions. she's never really been in this position before — that position being sitting opposite the current boyfriend's ex-wife. as for boyfriends, there's only ever been two cases. first one didn't really count, considering they weren't old enough to have exes to begin with. the second is the one she doesn't talk about, but that was something else entirely. in any case, alice isn't sure how this is supposed to go. she doesn't really understand the question either.

"what does that mean?" i know how he can be. she doesn't have a frame of reference for this. "define right."

[he1st]

A  DRY  CHUCKLE   leaves  heart's  mouth  at  his  response.   she  never  knows  how  a  celebrity  will  act.   but  it's  rare  that  people  are  actually  who  they  seem  to  be  in  interviews,  media  training  allows  them  to  be  ready  for  someone  like  her. “   hmm.   that  would  be  nice,  thanks.   do  you  have  to  stay  here  before  every  show?   do  they  not  let  you  leave  for  coffee?   ooh,  don't  tell  me.   you're  one  of  those  non - coffee  drinkers?”

@he1st / heart: "i have no idea what you're thinking, but i'm thinking i need coffee asap."

jude isn't a talker in any situation, not unless the situation truly calls for it. (example: an alternative to letting adam run his mouth and get them all in hot water for some impulsive idiotic thought.) regardless, he knows to be careful here, in the company of journalists, of all people. and so, he offers a hum of a response, and not much more. "i could ask someone to grab you something. i'm sure there's places nearby."