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lets play a game called "character deaths i will never ever in my lifetime get over"

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Turning away from the mannequin and back to the table beside it, swiveling the chair under him so he was now faced away from Matty. Rolling his eyes, Ronan let out a silent exasperated sigh. It looked like shit, couldn't he see that? he thought to himself as he began stuffing scraps of fabric into a shopping bag, trying his best not to get too worked up. It just seemed like he couldn't get anything right today. Designing was supposed to quiet everything else and remind him that when he failed at everything else this-- this he was good at. This room was supposed to be his sanctuary, but right now it was just proving that even the things he thought he was getting right were all wrong. 

When Matty grabbed his hand, it took everything in Ronan not to pull away and make some biting remark about how "he didn't get it, it wasn't right." It wasn't right. It was all wrong. Everything felt all wrong. This was the one bit of order and exactness that he had in his life and not even Matty understood it. But then again, Matty didn't understand it because Ronan never explained it. So instead of snapping and pushing until the boy beside him was out the door while the young designer locked himself away until dawn to try and find some piece of mind with his garments, Ronan swiveled around in his chair to face the boy, his face virtually expressionless, but his hand giving Matty's a small squeeze in return.

It was only after a few seconds of this did his words register. Cracking a small smile, Ronan glanced up at the boy trying to urge him out of his seat. "Something fuuuun?", he asked, his tone mimicking Matty's. "Weren't you the one who just said it's 3 am? You're contradicting there, Mr. Avery." While if Ronan had it his way, he'd stay in the studio for days straight, just to keep his mind right, he had to remind himself that what he considered enjoyable, his curly haired companion might not. Matty was all the things Ronan wasn't, never was, and never would be and that's what made him so great. He was the warm to Ronan's cold, and the light to his dark, and maybe that's what made his company so nice; because when Matty was around he didn't need any studio lights, he could run the whole operation just off of the vibrancy of Matty's presence. And maybe that's what got him to actually agree. 

"Alright Captain Fun. Let's go on an adventure," he said with a grin.

Matty looked up at the mannequin and then back to Ronan with confusion. Half of the time, Matty had no idea what hae said when he used terms like puckering and ruching and all that other fashion mumbo jumbo but he pretended like he did. Matty was sure the last thing Ronan wanted was to answer stupid questions while he was concentrating. “I thought it looked good.” he said quizzically looking over at Ronan. As he tore the fabric off the mannequin, he could tell the older boy was getting frustrated and those were the times he came in and tried to distract him. “How about we go get some food, get hydrated. I don’t think you’ve moved from that chair in over three hours.” Matty said standing up and pulling at the bottom of his shirt to flatten it down before he grabbed Ronan’s hand and pulled him towards the door, even though he didn’t get out of his rolling chair. Normally Matty did a pretty good job at distracting him but other times it was hard. The boy put so much pressure on himself and it made Matty worry. “It’s also…” Matty trailed off before he looked at his watch “half past three in the morning. Sleep is kinda a thing you need too. You know, those human body necessities you always seem to forget about?” he glared at the shorter boy playfully. “Come onnnn.” he pouted. “Let’s go do something fun!” he urged Ronan, trying to pull him out of his chair.

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it is three am for shauna but IF SHE DOESN'T reply to my mattan i'll pEE

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"Oh, you poor baby," she quipped, making a pouty face at the boy in front of her. If there was anything she hated more than last months Vogue sitting on her coffee table, it was snarky drug dealers. As he mentioned her being of reliable business, Fallon couldn't help but bring a hand up to examine her nails, clearly soaking in the positive feedback. "Of course I am. It's people like me who keep people like you in business," the girl replied, flicking a thumb across the other fingers before looking back up at the partially shadowed man in front of her. 

"So, are you quite finished or am I going to have to offer half of this bag to you so I can successfully send you on your way?"

Alexei shrugged and laughed his soft, throaty laugh. “You didn’t think I’d let it go without getting my moneys worth?” he asked in response and sighed, smiling at the woman. “At least show a little excitement, dear,” he drawled. “I risked life and limb obtaining that for you. My friend said you were worth it,” he explained with a chuckle, shoving his hands in his pocket and now counting the notes with his fingers. “It appears you are,” he concluded, satisfied with the amount he had recieved.

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Raising an eyebrow, she stepped back. Reaching into her top and pulling out the extra ten she had brought with her, Fallon pursed her lips trying to gauge the situation. The guy hadn't even counted the money, so how could he possibly know she was short. He was just giving her shit at this point and the brunette couldn't be assed with it. "With this," she said flatly, her expression still stone cold as she stuck the money into the same pocket as the rest of it. She definitely had enough money to blow, and surely enough to keep her out of... alternative routes as far as paying for her recreational activities went. "You didn't think I'd be dumb enough to come without a little wiggle room, did you?"

"Ten dollars short," were the sole words to escape Alexei’s mouth as the money was slipped in his pocket. Without counting, without even looking at the wad handed to him, he knew it was short. He peered at the female now holding the goods. "How do you plan on paying off the rest?" he asked calmly, curiously; this was a conversation after all. He was civilised. Hit men weren’t his style, that was for sure.

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it's four in the morning and that means it's the perfect time to threaten you all to come plot with me, right? right. 

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"So... I think that covers that then, right?" Fallon said smoothly, stepping closer to the stranger and slipping a small wad of cash into his pocket while simultaneously taking the baggie out of his hand in one fluid motion.

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"Think? What do you mean 'think'?" Aspen said with a small laugh, trying to brush off the boy's confession.

"I think I love you."

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think i'm gonna add a bpal to my muses because i'm so deeply in love with her??? it's happening tell me when to go

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i want a one more night type relationship for my crystal that's all i want in my life all i want i'm shouting

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Following after her roommate, Elsa leaned against the refrigerator, folding her arms over chest. "But it's Love Actually!" she whimpered, putting on her best pouty face. Granted he didn't seem like he was going to be putting up much of a fight anyway, but that didn't stop her from putting on the works. She had to admit, Tristan was a good sport when it came to, well, anything really. Elsa was a handful and a half, but the boy was always there with both hands out and ready to pick up the pieces. Sometimes she felt guilty, knowing he had his own problems he needed to take care of and she was just adding to it. There were instances where she felt like a burden to him, so she'd do anything she could to lessen the blow and be as independent as possible, but apparently she was pretty transparent to Tristan, no matter how hard she tried otherwise.

When the boy pulled her close, Elsa's breath caught in her throat. Although she liked to believe she was doing a pretty good job at playing low key, the moment Tristan had her in a comforting embrace, she was close to losing it. There was something about knowing that despite her phone-calls-gone-wrong with her father, she could always step away and know that at least one person genuinely cared about her and wanted her happy. Inhaling heavily, Elsa tried her best to recollect herself before stepping away. Smiling up at the boy, her eyes glistening only slightly, she kept her hands loosely around his waist and shook her head. "That's all you, Tris," she replied softly, patting him twice on the chest. "That's all you."

Moving back into the living room, Elsa scanned the rows of DVD's for the movie. "I'll compromise here. We watch Love Actually now and then The Goonies after, deal?" she said, not turning back to face the boy, but still smiling to herself, knowing it was his favorite.

Watching the girl as she shuffled about the living room, Tristan knew most of her little quirks and mannerisms by this point enough to tell that she was fighting hard to hold it together. Elsa meant a lot to him, despite how he acted towards her 98% of the time, and when she was stressing out like this, he had a hard time not doing anything about it. Noticing he was staring, the boy turned around hastily and opened a bag of microwave popcorn, shoving it in the machine and punching a button, “Elsa — you know chick flick is not my favorite thing?” He groaned about it, but the smile on his face made it evident that the blonde was going to win this round without a fight, and he grabbed her hand and pulled her into a tight embrace to confirm that.

"You know that you’re amazing, right?" He couldn’t help but compliment her, sometimes there were moments that occurred and Tris had to snatch up the opportunity, otherwise his sanity would be on trial. And instead of focusing on making her feel better, the pair of them might just end up not having their movie night. So- with a firm kiss on the head, he let her go pick out a movie and took care of the popcorn once it beeped before joining her back in the living room.

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elsaafterdark: heck yeah i am queen bae

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ethnoel: which is why you're my fave bae

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elsaafterdark: if anyone understands your only semi closeted love for beyonce, it's me bae

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ethkris: you know me so well <3

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elsaafterdark: flawless?

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ethnoel: bitch i woke up like dis