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chatterbones: hey man

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imessage // nova i think

NOVA: Are you busy?

NOVA: im having an event since the surf shop is almost two

NOVA: I neeeeeed help

HEELY: define help

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emsgic:

“I realize that you didn’t expect to walk in and see that, but… let me explain, okay?”

He leans against the wall behind them, arms raising to fold across his chest with a pointed raise of his brows. Truthfully, he was ready to simply turn and walk right back away from the entire scene-- 

But he loved a good attempt at a cover-up.

“Shoot, Holmes.”

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riiivcr:

River ran around the corner of the street, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with the sleeve of his hoodie while doing so. He slowed down when he was walking side by side with a person. “Hey, so I’ll give you twenty bucks if you pretend like I have been with you all day.” He asked them quietly.

Growing up on the streets of the Big Apple, scenarios like this were scattered far and few in between, yet wholly present within every Yorker’s ‘Guess what happened to me last weekend?’ You learn to grow wary of these situations. You learn to be observant. You learn to see the droplets of wet blood staining the other’s sleeve, you learn to spot the faintest red streak swiped down from their mouth, you learn to hear the urgency in their voice with the proposition.

You learn not to be an idiot.

“Twenty bucks over an accomplice sentencing isn’t shit, bro.”

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lxneyfitz:

Laney looked out the window for the last time before she convinced herself to step away from the blinds to wait on the couch not too much further than an arm’s length away. Sitting on the couch, she barely noticed her leg shaking anxiously as she checked her phone for what seemed like the hundreth time. Although only minutes had passed since he was supposed to stop by to get her, thoughts of him standing her up still fluttered through her head only muttered by further thoughts of anxiety that had threatened to consume her the whole night. 

Thoughts of what this would turn out like had been fluttering in her mind and in her chest since she agreed to the date, since the image of her walking hand in hand with Heely peeked into her mind. But above all that were the anxieties she carried constantly in her heart and mind. The anxities she carried like baggage whenever she dared to exit the door. Fear of seeing him again. Of coming face to face with the demon she had thought to have conqured when she left that night. It was nights like tonight that were his favorite to go out and all she needed was for him to see her out, much less with someone else.

Shaking her head of the thoughts, Laney settled on suffocating those anxities as to not scare her from going out as she had done to herself many times before. Instead, she rose to her feet and gathered her things to exit her home. She figured she’d wait outside so he could see her when he approached and to make sure she didn’t suddenty get cold feet. Descending the stairs of the home, she stood under her porch light as she scanned the streets for her counterpart. 

However, the noise of a motorcycle immediately caught her attention and once it stopped in front of her drive way she couldn’t help but bite her lip. “U-um hi” she mused in a shaky voice as she came to meet him on the sidewalk. “T-this is like safe right?”

The light was flickering down to glisten and sparkle off of her blonde locks, the sheer illumination enough for his breath to be caught back and held fast in his throat. The grin that spread across his face at her words was genuine-- How long had it been since he’d had himself a genuine grin on a date? Hell, had he ever reached that milestone after the emotional decline that was Delanc--

No.

He wasn’t going to think about her tonight.

He wasn’t going to rip the bandages free from his heart, he wasn’t going to let her take control of him again.

At least not tonight.

Smoothly, he unhooked his leg from the bike and made his way towards her, gloved hands raising to pop the helmet from his head, a cascade of curls falling through to frame his face, only to push the gear onto hers. Grinning wide, wider, wider still, Heely’s hand fell to take hold of the stuttering blonde’s, gentle as he lead her towards their steed awaiting.

And so, Romeo leads Rosaline. Or, does this make her Juliet?

Something to answer tomorrow morning, that was for sure.

“I won’t let anything happen to you, butterfly,” came the soft promise, his fingers quick to squeeze, quick to soothe, as he caught her gaze with a twinkle in his own. “Not as long as you’re with me.”

complex feelings || laney

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kaibrks:

the last time kai had done a collaboration, it had been with a rapper from nebraska, a scrawny kid with a petite voice. heely was far different and they were genuinely excited about this collaboration. “right – yeah. yeah, let’s do it.”

With that, Heely moved to gesture the other over as he scooted to the side, arms raising to lift the guitar up and off his lap to offer towards Kai. Had to have a feel of the other’s type of melody before rushing into it, didn’t he? After all, judging by LOST and Lowborn’s latest EP, there was a definite rift between their genres.

“Strum me something.”

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complex feelings || laney

A crisp evening that would bleed into a cool night, an overcast sky to perfectly mirror the ever-flowing emotion clouding his mind, a whip of cold air to flow and ruffle through messy curls just hastily stuffed into a hair tie--

It was a night to write songs to, no doubt. A scene to dedicate a lyric to. Though, for this very moment, the only music that was nervously flitting at the back of his mind, overlapping and burying every other thought that could hope to surface on such a nice night, was the music of anxiety. Of incompetence. Of fear. Fear of rejection, of making a fool of himself, of making a fool of her. This would be the second time his pursuit of another was less for what could be found within the sheets, but more what was behind her smile, her words, the fluttering of her hands and way she’d shaped her tone through her texts. 

And everyone knew how well it’d gone the first time he’d decided to go through with that pursuit.

A sharp turn ahead fluttered away those thoughts, if only a moment, as his fingers gripped the handlebars of his motorcycle to ready himself for it. This wasn’t the time nor the place to be lost in his own mind, not when he had only moments before he had officially slipped into ‘late’ status. God, why hadn’t he set his alarm clock an hour earlier?

A shake of the head to clear those thoughts, and Heely looked up to flick his eyes over every street sign that passed him by, slowing the cycle to a near stop when the familiar name raised up onto the metal. Now or nothing, Heely. Not the time to get cold feet, not the time to panic, not the time to do anything more than turn the bike onto her street and pull in.

Here goes nothing.

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                                did you r e a l l y think I'd just                                                            sit b a c k and take t h i s?                                                                                                                  the s p o t l i g h t looks so much                                                 b e t t e r on me                                                     so f u c k  i t

@kaibrks

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kaibrks:

kai laughed, a high-pitched laugh that sounded forced, but wasn’t. “man, you’re hilarious. so, um …” they took a few steps forward, realizing how far back they were from the other. “when do you want to start writing?” they’re usually not this forward and just let music happen when it wants to happen, but heely’s got a solid vibe and kai’s feeling it.

Forward. Heely could dig it.  A curl of a smile moved across his lips for a flash of a second, fading as quickly as it lit up his features, only for him to duck his head right back down towards his guitar. Collaborations, as far as he was involved, always had him smack in a studio with someone he could hardly stand but needed the voice of to raise the band higher up the charts.

This one, he had to admit, was a far cry from the rest, but hey..

He liked the kid, and the ocean was their backdrop. Not a bad set-up.

“Depends. You free right now, kid?”

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kaibrks:

if kai wasn’t sure about collaborating with the other before, they were sure now. the way heely looked as if he was feeling the music from the tips of his fingers to his soul made kai want to start the collaboration that second. “no, no, i – i like it. it’s … did you write that?”

A question to make him blink, before his gaze falls to meet against the guitar in his grasp, to the fingers still strumming a melody unfamiliar yet so easily flowing through his touch. ‘Write that’ was a stronger term than what he was doing, honestly.

“Uh.. kinda,” He murmurs honestly, his head raising to tilt as he catches the other’s gaze once more, before nodding him closer. “I’m mostly just letting my fingers do their own thing and hoping it doesn’t sound like I’m strangling a leprechaun with the chords. Y’know?”

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[[txt]] --> rosaline

laney: the point is something for me to know

laney: and for you to find out

laney: ;)

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                                                                    give me c l o s u r e

                                  or at least a p h o n e  c a l l

                                should’ve learned to never

                                                                           never

                                                                                            never

                            fuck with girls like y o u 

@baudos

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isaichs:

there were some growing pains that isaiah had never been able to grow out of. beautiful was the party of the year, and he was less ashamed than he thought he would be to admit that he’d never been invited. he was all difficult cheekbones and long arms and hips that didn’t align with the rest of him, soft like paperbacks or split ends. he ducked his gaze at heely’s remark, not that there was anywhere for it go. heely was everywhere; tangled in his fingers, under his skin, snared of his heartlines. he was right in front of him, foreheads pressed together and that— there wasn’t a word for that.

no, that wasn’t right.

there was this: brother.

purple shadows hung in the space below heely’s eyes, like fading bruises or a result from a sleepless flight. isaiah couldn’t tell. it was probably both. he leaned into him and wondered if heely could feel a similar exhaustion in every inch of him, feel the throb of his headache and in his pulse. he reached out, just dared to touch the crown of heely’s hair, followed by the curve of his neck. it was a ghost of a touch, soft as his earliest memories of him. 

“ piss off, ” isaiah was grinning hard enough to stretch his mouth, and he couldn’t turn it off if he wanted to. he pulled back to reevaluate their situation, and heely must have brought new york cities skyscrapers here with him, in his bones. he was so goddamn tall. 

“ i dunno’ how you’re gonna fit in the flat, ” he said, not a complete exaggeration. he made a point of looking down to inspect heely’s knees, as if he were examining a fold-up garden chair. “ we might have to stick you up on the roof — you okay with that ? ”

A Church in Las Vegas was a choice way to describe the man in his arms, Heely found. Head to toe in the city, splashes of ink covering virgin skin to turn the expressions of the uptight away and forget of the purity that glowed from the inside out. His lips would part to preach wholesome and kind, shining through with intentions too good for the world around him to ever deserve, for Heely to ever deserve. Touching his skin should be considered an act of a God, for it was a blessing to be this close to a man of this light, and a sin to taint his aura with the muck of bad choices and stupid remarks that made up the gangly man that embraced him. 

To think, Heely had always thought that everyone could be replaceable with the intent and the drive to forget.

But you could never forget someone like Isaiah.

A hand raised to gently move over the other’s locks, to move down the side of his face, to cradle his jaw into the palm of his hand and rub that soft skin with the pad of his thumb. Christ, that was an expression he’d missed beyond belief, as was the touch that ran down his neck and sent goosebumps to raise across his skin. Fuck you for doing that to him.

“Only if you’re ready to bunk up there with me, Izzy. You know I like to cuddle anything that the moon shines on.”

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hazel-bayu:

Hazel became fond of the beach at night after hating it in the daylight hours, often filled with locals and tourists like herself crowding the place. Being by the water made her mind feel calm enough to sit and write music for hours. She crept out around midnight assuming her band-mates were either asleep or out drinking around town. During her curious wandering around the abandoned beach in search of the perfect spot, she started to hear music. But it wasn’t music belonging to a live band or music blaring over the speakers of someones place, it was just a single guitar. After following the sound and finding it’s source, the boardwalk, Hazel smiled when she realized the stranger playing was in fact her bandmate Heely. “Sounds kind of depressing if you ask me….what are you working on?” She asked curiously.

Expecting someone to walk up to him? Completely. Expecting that someone to have a familiar cascade of box braids that glinted in the light of the moon, illuminating the expression across their face to reveal the familiar features of his bandmate? Less so. The strumming doesn’t stop as his head raised and tilted in greeting at the sight of her, his expression softening just enough to allow his gaze to twinkle the slightest bit.  “Might be, honestly,” came the lilting response, lips curving up the slightest bit as he followed the melody of the chords with a soft hum of his own.

“Not sure yet. Welcome t’help, if you got yourself a moment.”

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kaibrks:

kai’d been told to stay later, walk the beach at least two miles down and back again. after the incident with aiden, the night security had tightened and now there were security guards every half mile or so. during their last mile back, they heard the strumming of a guitar, a sweet sound against the crashing of the waves. it drew them and soon enough they were five feet from the sound’s creator, recognizing him instantly. heely. they waited patiently a few feet away for him to finish and notice them standing there, perplexed and yet utterly fascinated by the music.

They were a soft presence, that much was for sure. Pleasant, undistracting for most, but Heely was absolutely not part of the crowd to say that he could simply overlook the simple existence of Kai Brooks. Not after the history he’d had with the other person.

It was hard to forget the face of someone your ex would have preferred to wake up to, after all.

Heely’s head raised to meet a hazel gaze against one dark, his head tilted in question as the melody continued filling the air. Was the other going to speak, ask what he was doing here, tell him to move along? Or had the offer of a collaboration decided to come to fruition right here and now, smack at the edge of the boardwalk?

“...Not your favorite tune?”