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[pavlovianpanic]

To Nathan: "You think you're cool because you're rich? Well, you're a fucking loser. Look at you, taking all those fuckin boring pictures like a nerd. You think they're gonna make your rich daddy love you? You can pretend you're cool to your friends because you get them high, but I know what you are. You're just a little art geek who gets high on his own fucking shit. Somebody really oughta teach you a lesson, junkie."

what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?!

❝ oh-ho, @waylonpaced, you just crossed my fuckin' RED LINE. callin' me a junkie? talking about my dad like you know anything about my family? who the fuck do you think you are? you wanna give me this psycho-babble bullshit? i pay people for that. ❞

why are all these people named max coming for him?! what the fuck is going on?!

no way, no way, no way. keep it cool, nate. this guy is just trying to fuck with you like everyone else does. don't let him see you sweat, bro. own his ass. remind him just who the hell he's messing with. nobody fucks with nathan prescott. nobody fucks with me.

that, and he's a little sensitive about his work. he only lets the other students see the things he submits. to show them anything else is personal, trusted, private. but sometimes things slip out in the open, and people pay too much attention to the photos on his wall, and he ... ah, fuck this guy!

❝ your first mistake was trying to get the fucking drop on me, dickhead. second? making an enemy out of the prescotts. we own this fucking town, dumbass. oh, but just you wait ... something big is happening here, and you're gonna get swallowed up just like every other fucking loser in this town. i don't give a fuck who you think you are or what you have to say to me. now, fuck off, freak. before i get nasty. ❞

[godzexperiment]

"Okay what is an candy corn?"

[strayslost]

She's not sure why this child is staring at her.

Maybe it's her imagination. Their two-toned hair and unusual eyes make them stand out, so she happened to notice them - and that extra attention made her mistakenly see something that wasn't there. Even so, she looks down to the crepe she's holding in her hands, and wonders if that's what they're curious about. She doesn't particularly want to give hers up, but...

"Did you... want some?"

@theircurse

[wisheswagered]

"Oh, most certainly! It's quite the show."

Though of course, there are limits, and some of his chemistry is kept to outside the circus act, where he can be more... daring, if he wishes. But what would a good performance be without a bit of excitement?

"Of course, that's only if you're brave enough to see it." he adds with a wink, as casually as if they really were free, and not trapped in the living hell that Oletus Manor could so easily be described as. ...A performer must always put on his best face, after all... and if they can't find things to enjoy here, what's the point of going on at all?

But the thought of teaming up with Luca and Tracy - Mike must admit, it intrigues him.

"As for your offer, I think that's a grand idea. Have you spoken to Miss Reznik about it already? Or am I the first to receive that honor?"

@celestiialnotes ( continued from here! )

[shadowedresolve]

For Alice... sometimes, she feels like everything that matters to her is over.

There's no coming back from the things she did. Despite pouring her heart and soul into fashion, she's been cut off from the industry entirely now, and she knows she stands no chance of ever coming back. She can't even be upset about it, because she knows it's exactly what she deserves.

Even so... it hurts. It's not selfish to feel that way, right? Even if it is, she can't help it. But despite that... she's still clinging on to her dream. To be a ray of light for other people - is that even possible for her anymore?

"Hmm? ...Takamaki-san?"

As she notices the other girl, she can't help but feel surprised. Alice hasn't seen her since... ah. Shame coils in her gut as she remembers how their last interaction went. All the things Ann saw her do... she couldn't feel any worse. Should she just avoid her? Surely Ann wants nothing to do with her - she said so herself. But...

"Umm... could I talk to you, for a minute? I... wanted to apologize."

@fatexbound ( starter for ann! )

[outoftheirdifferences]

@streetslost / continued from (x) because of changing editor

"Thanks."

For all the sarcastic tone layered on the words, however, Lauren honestly found the other girl's words validating. She wasn't that interesting, aside from maybe the fact that she started fights at school when her temper got the best of her... and even then, interesting wasn't exactly the word she'd pick for that. Chronic disaster, perhaps. It wasn't like she was proud of herself, after all.

So, why...?

She still didn't have an answer.

She shrugged her well-worn green hoodie higher up her shoulders, ran a hand through her vivid hair. There had, perhaps, been a clue in something the woman had said at the time; but the whole incident was something that Lauren was honestly trying to avoid thinking of as much as she could. She didn't want to remember it in every terrifying detail--

Which also meant that she hadn't given much consideration to her new acquaintance's next line of thought.

She opened her mouth, a retort already forming on her lips... then closed it again. Reconsidered her words.

She didn't much like to think it, but... by all rights, the other was absolutely on the mark. She shouldn't even had lived through that encounter, much less got away. Of course, things had happened to complicate her attacker's plans, and Lauren had taken advantage of them. But still.

"She got distracted fighting the officer, so I ran for it. I don't know. But like you say, I'm not interesting, I'm no-one. I hoped that had let me slip into the cracks and she'd forgotten about me."

A vain hope, maybe. But really, why would someone think that she, of all people, was worth enough to chase her half-way across the world?

[scumbag-the-hedgehog]

@mobiankaiju asked:

" GOOOOOOOOOOD AFTERNOON- "

"YIPE-!"

"Kid, you gotta quit scarin' me like that, geez."

[soulspare]

peeks. tag dump

[candledburns]

Seeing Neo in such an uncharacteristically fragile state causes Roman to feel a painful tug at his heart. And when Neo turns into Ruby, it's hard to suppress the burning anger he feels welling up inside him at the thought of the young huntress.

Of course... it's always little Red's fault. He'd known that, and she's always been getting in his way - but this time, she'd gone too far for him to laugh it off or forget it. For hurting Neo... there's no way he'd ever forgive her.

"Yeah. I remember... I thought you'd died, then." If only Roman could read her mind - then he'd know to tell her that he would never be ashamed of her. If it's what she wanted, the world could rot for all he cares. But as for his own survival... there's admittedly a semi-large gap in Roman's memory when it comes to what happened after Neo took that awful fall.

Once he realized everyone thought he was dead, he went into hiding, recovering from the fight and having no reason to seek anyone out, since he thought Neo was gone herself. If he hadn't done that, could he have found her sooner...? ...But regrets are pointless now.

"I tried to lay low, but I honestly don't know how I survived. I'd think I'd remember being eaten by a Grimm, but there's a first time for everything, right?"

@tricoloredillusion ( continued! )

[revengesworn]

More and more, Baji's words are making it sound like he really doesn't know what's going on. It makes Mikey think for a moment that it's as if he's traveled back to the past, and is seeing Baji exactly as he was 12 years ago.

But that's ridiculous, right? Things like that don't happen. Miracles aren't real. Maybe he really has lost his mind, and this is a hallucination on the verge of death.

"Baji..." As Baji holds him, Mikey finds himself choking up, on the verge of tears. He stops them falling through instinct alone, but it's the first time in a very long time that he can ever remember feeling so much. He embraces Baji back, with arms that are ever so slightly shaking, and stays silent for quite a while.

But just before Baji can speak again, Mikey pulls back and smiles at him, hands on his shoulders. If this really is a second chance, then....

"It's nothing." The words are an obvious lie, but Mikey can't think of any way to explain away his strange behaviour. And even then, he can't help but add- "...I'm just happy to see you."

@prxenuntius ( continued from here! )

[modernprometheuus]

The laugh Victor gives himself is bitter and half-mad. Henry's touch is so kind, yet it feels just the same as if he'd stabbed him through the chest. He wants to say it... he wants to confess everything, if only so the heavy grip of his crimes might finally release him a little - though he knows he'll never truly be free. But...

"I cannot say! I cannot - oh, God..." But at Henry's request, he does slowly sit - and all at once, it's like the life has been drained out of him. He sobs, but the sounds he makes are restrained, somehow giving him the appearance of someone far older than he really is. Has he been aged by grief, or regret?

"Justine is innocent... but my brother's true murderer runs free. I pray to god that he will not strike again, yet I fear... I am so afraid, dearest Clerval! William is already a victim, he is never coming back, and... ahhhhh..." he wails in despair, unable to go on.

@wrensfeatheredpen (continued from here!)

[ducknotinarow]

[07 Don and, everyone I guess? xD it's a big announcement]

Don was giddy as he waited in the lair, standing next to something that he had covered in a white tarp. About half his height, but quite stocky in build. When everyone was finally here, Donatello proudly began to explain what the Hell was going on,

"Ladies and gentleman, and Mikey," A joke he's told a dozen of times, "I'd like to present to you-"

He grabbed the tarp, dragging it off and revealing his latest, and arguably most intricate invention of them all,

"Metalhead!"

Made of whatever metal Don had found, painted with licks of yellow paint for their plastron, and green on the shell, and with eyes glowing bright blue, the metal Turtle tilted his head, scanning the family over as they adjusted to the new brightness,

"I first drew up his blueprints back in two thousand and three, but getting all the right parts and fixing all the bugs took a little longer than expected," He admits, "Originally, he was going to help us fight the Foot Clan, but, since that's all quietened down for the most part, Metalhead is here to assist us in anyway he can."

He's beaming, similarly to how he smiled when he found out about Ariel. Don looks to the robot,

"Metalhead, please introduce yourself."

And as commanded, the robot turtle's head lifted, and addressed everyone else,

"Hello. I am Metalhead. I was created in a lab by Donatello. I am here to assist you."

"I still have a few more things to tweak, but, I thought it was about time that you met him," Don goes on, "Sooo, what do you all think?"

| Muse interaction

Donatello could for sure be on the more dramatic side, and for once Mikey didn't mean in terms of their mood or expression. Which some may think didn't quite fit when it came to the purple coded on of the four. If anything Mikey could see others thinking he was the more dramatic one in the bale. Mikey was supposedly 'over sensitive' which was rude and also wrong because Donatello was the the more dramatic one of them all. As he once more had his latest gadget, or project all ready to be shown off hidden behind a trap. With pretty much everyone Don could get to come and show this whatever off to. Just said a few things one that Donnie was in fact finished with this and two it was something they were beyond excited for. With how visibly giddy Donatello was in the moment it was hard to miss.

"Ladies and gentleman, and Mikey,"

Mikey simply stuck out his tongue towards Don's joke, he has used it many times over the years after all. So Mikey had grown used to the teasing way that Don sometimes refereed to him. Jokes on him it worked for Mikey anyway.

"I'd like to present to you-"

Everyone present in the room at that moment shifted their gazes from Donatello who was speaking to the trap as Don finally went and tugged the fabric pulling it free from the latest invention. Showing what seemed to resemble a robot turtle.

"Metalhead!"

If anyone hadn't been invested before this moment they were now that's for sure the case for Michelangelo. As the robot seemed to stare back at the small crowd. Splinter let his ears twitch slightly as he observed Don's latest build. Raphael didn't seem all that phased, arms still crossed over his plastron as he looked over the robot himself. Lameo. Summer seemed to share in Mikey's excitement as she stood near by Ariel seeming to be saying something to her as she even tugged on their sleeve and went about the robot. Eyes wide as she looked it excited because hey a real robot! Least some in the crowd could see how cool this was. But of couirse Donatlloe being Donatello he had far more to say about it all.

"I first drew up his blueprints back in two thousand and three, but getting all the right parts and fixing all the bugs took a little longer than expected,"

Mikey had checked out on the technical part of the conversation honestly hes sure most of them had slightly checked out when Donatello went on to ramble on just then and there.

"Originally, he was going to help us fight the Foot Clan, but, since that's all quietened down for the most part, Metalhead is here to assist us in anyway he can."

Mikey offers a tilt of his head catching how Don beamed suddenly, hmm that a familiar look, shifting his own gaze towards Ariel before looking back. Don's always took some extra pride in what all he invented but seems this might be the second time that pride was just a bit more. That just Mikey to smile a bit more himself. Guess the long time it took Metalhead to finally be finished was more than a simply project something with more heart put into it than Don's brain was. That would explain the need to gather this crowd to see his little bot here after all. Sure showing him, Leo and Raph made sense if it was something like Don mentioned but this was far more like a family announcement. And gathering all of them together was not easy to do these days.

Dons being a dork again. Was basically the best way to sum all of that up with.

"Metalhead, please introduce yourself."

"Hello. I am Metalhead. I was created in a lab by Donatello. I am here to assist you."

Mikey offered a wave of his friend to the robot once they spoke up, maybe it was due to hoe Don address and looked towards them but Mikey had to admit he wasn't really seeing this as like Shelltank or whatever else, in truth kind of was like the day Ariel was born. So their was a fondness settling over the turtle already.

"I still have a few more things to tweak, but, I thought it was about time that you met him,"

There's a shared glance between Raph and Mikey at that a silent little 'of course you do between them before they look back.

"Sooo, what do you all think?"

"I 'hink ya really need to work on ya to do list Don." Raphael was first to pipe in with. Happy to tease Donnie over that ever growing to do list that always made some thing be put off for later and such.

Mikey themself walked over closer to the robot for a better look "I think ya gotta work on your showmanship skill Don." Mikey chimed in with as well because of course, neither could allow their brother a moment of peace. "ya make a robot and you only put him under a trap? that's lame Dee even for you." Mikey continues with moving to throw his hands out to present the robot "I mean look at you Metal! your a robot right? That fucking awesome!" Mikey continues on to hype it all up with.

"Don't worry Mikey sure 'hat's on his to do list too" Raph adds in.

Mikey moves to be near the robot now hand on their shoulder as he looks over to Don "Tell him Metal! I want a cool introduction too!" Mikey plays along more with. Pretty sure that the robot wouldn't but right now he was annoying Donnie so that part didn't matter much.

Raphael made his way over next seems to grow more interest now in the robot "Nah Don probs tried to give poor bot some good behavior chip or whatever."

Mikey smirks "I mean I think any program can be changed right? Look at Ari after all." As if Ariel was a trouble maker at all. "Don't worry Metal auncle Mikey and uncle Raph won't let you be all stiff like your Dad." Raphael tilted his head at Mikey's comments now, not having picked up on Don's apparent parental fondness towards the robot. Looking back at them as he rub at his chin a bit. "nah I think metals safe for now," Raphael adds with picking up on the nickname Mikey was using. "Still no where near as stiff as Don is" And the teasing continues because Raph and Mikey can't truly like Don enjoy anything with out a bit of it. "Clearly Splinter didn' give ya a wooden stick as a weapon for nothin' "

Mikey snorted a little at that "We helped Ari now we gotta help Ari's brother too before it's too late! the spread of Don's geek is too strong. It's amazing Von been spared so long!" and they were ready to give in anytime soon at that.

[epitomees]

"Well, I can never turn down a challenge of brute strength and force." The woman sat opposite of her opponent, rolling up her sleeve and placing her elbow on the table. A small ensemble of hat-shaped observers gathered around peeking with eager anticipation to watch their leader.

"How many rounds are we talking? Best two out of three?"

"Who wants to arm wrestle??!"

[strayslost]

Yumeno... so that's this child's name? Either way, from the huge grin on their face, it seems they're definitely excited about getting the crepe. It makes Kyouka a little happy to see them so full of energy... Doing this was definitely the right decision.

"They have a lot of flavors." Kyouka nods as she speaks, as serious as if she's imparting the most important knowledge in the world. She doesn't recall if brown sugar was an option, but it very well might've been - Kyouka remembers being stunned at how many flavors were available, herself.

...To be honest, she wants to ask more about Yumeno. Like why they're on their own. If they really are a kindred spirit, maybe she can help them... it surprises her how strong that desire is in her heart all of a sudden. Normally, she only thinks about the Agency, and doesn't pay much thought to strangers unless they're her responsibility, but... what could this mean...?

She finds it's hard to ask, though. What if Yumeno doesn't want her ruining the mood? Maybe when they're sat down and eating, she'll ask then...?

"When Atsushi took me here for the first time, I was shocked. ...It's nice to eat together with someone else."

@theircurse ( continued! )

[sailorsoons]

On the Clock | Teaser (c.hs)

Pairing: Vernon x f. reader

Summary: Modern problems call for modern solutions, including naming a random stranger in the bookstore as your boyfriend to avoid an embarrassing encounter with your ex. The problem? The stranger is Vernon and he’s not supposed to be a stranger at all - he’s your coworker, and now everyone at the office - including your ex - thinks you’re dating. 

Word Count: TBD

Genre: Faking dating, Coworkers to Lovers, Romcom

Type: Smut, some fluff and crack

 Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging in and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

Warnings: Full fic warnings TBD but general warnings include explicit language, explicit sexual content, a little bit of a miscom trope, a hint of angst, a whole lotta stupid!

Written for the Lonely Hearts Cafe Collab by @camandemstudios

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COMING FRIDAY, FEB. 14

“Well,” Vernon (from IT) eventually says. “No harm done once you tell everyone we’re not dating.”

“Once I what?” 

“Well you’ll have to-”

“No way.”

“What?” 

“Do you know how embarrassing that would be?” 

He raises a brow. “More embarrassing than grabbing some dude in the bookstore and claiming he’s your boyfriend.” 

The air leaves your lungs and you melt into the seat, your misery showing. “I already said sorry.” 

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Just tell everyone you broke up with me.” You snort. 

“No one would believe that.” 

“Why?” 

Instead of answering him immediately, you busy yourself unraveling silverware. It’s a hard question to answer, not because you don’t know the answer but because you don’t want to tell him. Vernon (from IT) is quiet, though. Patient. 

He doesn’t press you for an answer, happy to wait you out until you’ve folded your napkin and placed it on your lap, and once again drained the rest of your water. It does nothing for your nerves as you fixate on a spot atop the table. 

“I don’t… date.” 

“You dated Minho.”

“Yeah. That’s uh… it. It’s kind of a running joke that I am undateable.”

He frowns at that. “Respectfully, I find that incredibly hard to believe.” 

“Thanks. I think.” You pick at a string in the tablecloth. “Anyway, no one would buy that I ended the first relationship I’ve had since Minho. I didn’t even end the last one and sort of clung to it in a way that was sort of embarrassing.” 

“I see.”

You’re unsure if he really does. When Minho had broken up with you, you’d attempt to make arguments to keep him around. Offered less work hours, even said you’d go to therapy to talk about your insane need for success. He hadn’t wanted any of it, and you’d eventually realized that he just… didn’t want you. 

They never did, when people realized what dating you entails. Everyone wants a woman who works hard. They like the illusion of it, the woman who gets up early in the morning and goes to workout before going to her corporate job and girl bossing all day long. They desire the woman who dresses fashionably, who wears designer tags and commands a room all day before coming home to make an effortless dinner followed by a luxurious night routine. 

And you get it. You want to be that too. But the truth is most days you wake up past your alarm and rush to the office wearing shoes that don’t match, and sometimes you come home so late and burned out from your job that you eat a handful of shredded cheese over the sink with a stick of beef jerky, only to do it all again the next day.

That wasn’t what anyone wanted. At least, not in your experience. 

“Anyway,” you clear your throat. “You’re right, or whatever. I should just tell them I lied. I’ve given worse news. Just you know - less personal.” 

For a few minutes, Vernon (from IT) is quiet. You don’t look up to meet his gaze. Instead you watch the ice cubes in your glass melt, little beads of condensation zigzagging down the curve of your glass. 

A sigh makes you look up at Vernon (from IT). “What if we dated for like a month or something?” 

“What?”

“I don’t mean really date,” he offers quickly, sensing your surprise. For some reason, that stings a little. You swallow it down past the knot forming in your throat. “It’ll get people off your back or whatever and we can just mutually end things.” 

“Really? You’d do that.” 

He shrugs a shoulder. “I guess, yeah.”

“You can break up with me,” you promise eagerly, leaning forward with the new promise of a solution to your problem. “Everyone will believe it. Just say I work too much and I’m too obsessed with my career.” 

An uneasy gaze flickers in Vernon (from IT)’s eyes. “It can be mutual,” he says firmly. “That way it ends nicely.”

“Fine. Everyone will think one thing anyway, you’ll get out without a scratch, trust me. Are you sure you’re willing to do this? I can… suck it up and tell everyone I made it up.”

“Do you really want to?” 

“No,” you admit.

“Then it’s settled.” He shrugs, heaving a heavy sigh. “I’ll give you a month and then we can mutually end things.” 

Sticking your hand over the table, you offer it for Vernon (from IT) to shake. His mouth twitches a little as he smiles, leaning forward to take your hand. His is warm and softer than you imagined, enveloping yours firmly as he shakes. 

“Deal,” you smile, feeling a glimmer of hope. 

Just like that, Vernon (from IT) becomes Vernon (your boyfriend). 

Sort of.

[shadowedresolve]

"So, you're Jayden?"

There's a friendly smile on Zenkichi's face as he holds his hand out for a handshake in greeting. It's not often he gets to meet a reporter, and while he can admit they sometimes make him a little nervous - he knows there are a lot of reporters out there doing good work, too.

"I read your recent article - it was pretty impressive. So, is there some reason you wanted to see me?"

@tres-fidelis ( starter for jayden! )