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ofroman​:    /    roman muller.

open starter   /   *  @mapleviewstarters​

Roman steps out of his office when he hears a noise at the shop, furrowing his eyebrows as he peeks around with suspicion since the Fix-It-All was actually closed. “Hey, uh, can I help you?” He wonders once he spots the person. “We’re actually closed right now. Are you lost or something?” Roman keeps his distance from the other for his own safety. 

“ not lost, no. ” atticus explains, keys to his car mindlessly twirling between his fingertips. “ i know it’s a little late and i was meant to call, but my cars meant to come in tomorrow but i have to head into work early so i was hoping i could drop it off now while i was out? ” the brunet offers a civil grin, his key jangling coming to a halt as he grips them tight. 

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daniclmoon​:    /    daniel moon.

There was some sense of victory that Daniel felt inside that had him drunkenly smiling all around as Atticus seemed to have finally let his guard down and begin to look more relaxed around him. Daniel’s inner monologue was basically him congratulating himself over and over for making the decision of inviting his co-worker tonight, thinking the pair were gonna leave this place being friends again. Little did he know. He was feeling too excited, he even felt brave enough to friendly pat him in the shoulder a couple of times after they had their first shot round. “Ah, yes! That’s the spirit!”, he enthusiastically said. “I’ve had! I’ve been having a blast! And I mean, all my favorite people are here. Twenty five and blessed”, he offered another drunken yet sincere smile. “I’ve missed you, man!”, he couldn’t help but confess during his happy haze. 

“I’ve felt like shit’s been weird lately, you know? I overthink a lot and well… I’m sorry if I did anything to upset you, that was… that was never my intention. I mean, I’m not… I’m not even sure what could have been?”, he confusedly slurred. “But, but I apologize, I really used to enjoy chatting with you during my lunch breaks and then it got kinda lonely”, he shrugged. The alcohol made the words inevitably fall off his lips, no filter. No way to take them back now. “So yes, I’d love to toast again… for this moment, since I never thought you’d show up here”, he admitted, taking the glass shot and raising it up. As he was about to drink it down, he was stopped by Atticus’ words. Feeling surprised, his eyes lit up at the mention of his favorite activity. He always felt honored when people wanted his opinion on photograps they took. “Of course! I’d love that, show me”, he curiously got closer to Atticus’ waiting for him to take his phone out and reveal said picture, putting the glass shot back on the table for a bit. 

it takes all of atticus’ energy for a good couple of seconds to not shove daniel’s hand off of him or tell him to back off and stop touching him. he grits his teeth, bearing with it like he’s doing this whole time really. the drunken confession causes the slightest stir in the pit of the teacher’s stomach as he can sympathise; he knows what it’s like to overthink, spending his time when he gets into his moods going over and over and over things he shouldn’t or letting his thoughts get the best of him. his lack of empathy, however, is quite evident in his piercing gaze as daniel talks. the apology does nothing to help the cause; atticus is too set in his ways, especially considering daniel is oblivious to what or why things have shifted poor bastard. oh, but atticus is all too keen to let him know. he lets the art teacher speak, as he would for a friend who had something on their mind, and he gradually nods to indicate he’s listening. for a few seconds, however, there’s silence from him. 

“ no, ” he replies. “ i won’t be toasting to that. ” with a shake of his head and a condescending chuckle, atticus reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. something about daniel’s little speech, or his toast, or even just being here tipped him over the edge; broke him and now he cannot keep his mouth shut. “ shit has been weird, but there is a reason for that. it doesn’t surprise me that you have no idea why ─ but you know what, first of all, you shouldn’t apologise for shit if you don’t know what you’re apologising for. second of all, ” the venom in atticus’ tone slowly begins to build towards the end of his sentence, his gaze flicking from daniel and his phone as he flicks through his photos rapidly for the picture in mind. “ wanna tell me how you know this woman? ” the sour taste in atticus’ mouth is strong, yet the bitterness in his tone is subtle as he places his phone on the table showing a picture of both him and alana that he’d taken ( he’s no photographer, for sure; simply an excuse to get his point across ). he knows better than to question someone when they’re drunk, but perhaps he knows that that will set his teeth on edge even more. “ or just skip right to why you think things have been weird between us; go on. i’ll wait. ”

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alanacs​:    /    alana bishop.

xᴍᴀꜱ ᴅᴀʏ   “  snooping ?  me ?  never,  “  the blonde acts offended as she places a hand over her chest, following a rather  dramatic  gasp before she starts chuckling herself. their playful banter is something she adores  ;  a connection that by now  almost  everyone can see they have. his reaction to her words cause a small smirk to appear in the corner of her plump lips, the both of them already  knowing  what’s unsaid between them by a simple look.  “  maybe,  if we find the time,  “  she jokes, although she’s almost positive they’ll manage to find it.  she can also tell his ego is more than stroked by her words as he smiles  ;  cockiness practically  radiating  off him, but she doesn’t mind —  if anything, she’s glad.  her teeth are still digging into her bottom lip as he shares his gratitude for the briefcase, chocolate brown hues  glistening  underneath the lights of the room. when they share a kiss, alana can’t help a smile that spreads as he sucks on her bottom lip, thumb softly running across his lips as they briefly pull apart.  while a part of her  knows  it’s her turn now  &  he’s only going because he needs to, alana still feels a  ping  of disappointment when it happens, her temporarily-red bottom lip extending in a small pout.  however, it’s quickly replaced by excitement as he starts walking back with her presents.  god, how much she  loves  receiving gifts. it’s the skincare bag she notices first however, considering it’s the only  see-through  item he’s carrying  &  the only one she doesn’t have to fully unwrap to see it’s contents.  “  ooooh, “  she’s practically  softening  up already, considering it just shows he already pays attention more than most  —  the fact she practically lives for skincare routines  &  pampering herself up.  it’s  almost  impossible for her to remain still as she notices two more presents coming her way  ;  one being a small velvet box  &  the other a frame that could only indicate a picture.  once in front of her, alana looks up at him, lips spreading into a  bright  smile as she takes a hold of her presents with a small squeal.  “  thank you !! “  she’s excited  &  has every right to be, which explains why she’s already  pouting  when she takes a better look at the skincare bag.  “  how ever did you know … “   she’s joking of course, setting it aside to open the velvet box.  for a moment there  (  &  god help her if she’s right  )  her heart skips a beat, a little  anxious  herself but it all quickly vanishes the second her eyes land upon the necklaces inside.  “  aww … atti, this …  “   she’s letting out a  dreamy  sigh next, looking up at him.  “  these are beautiful,  “  she tells him, already considering asking him for help putting them on if it isn’t for the frame that’s still unwrapped.  “  &  what’s this ?  a rare piece of van gogh ?  “  she jokes, chuckling a little as she starts unwrapping it. however, it’s  not  what she expects, which explains why her expression suddenly changes  ;  both shock  &  surprise washing over her as her eyes settle upon the image of the stars  &  the text underneath it.  she’s  speechless , simply staring at it with her index finger slowly moving across the  date  underneath, a lump in her throat expanding as she fully realizes what it means  &   when .  unintentionally, her chocolate brown hues fill with tears the longer she stares at it before she finally makes eye contact with the male before her.   “  i … i don’t know what to say,  “  she’s a  mess  of emotions now, admiration  &  adoration she’s feeling for him both taking over her as she allows a couple of tears to escape her.   “  i never g-got something like this,  “  sure, she’s gotten  many  expensive gifts in her lifetime, but none of them meant as much as this one  ;  none of them  matter  as much.  “  i can’t believe you remember … “    ɴᴇᴡ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴇᴠᴇ while their actions so far are  (  in other eyes’ at least  )  innocent, they still leave a need, a  want  for more  &  it’s something neither of them can’t deny. it’s obvious they’re both after the same thing the more they keep on teasing each other  &  the more the air between them thickens until alana practically has difficulty  breathing  altogether. she’s not surprised when he quickly catches on her words  &  the hidden meaning behind them, trying her best not to crack a  wider  smirk than the one that’s currently showing  ;  especially given the fact she also takes notice in the way his very eyes seem to  change   color  &  darken by it. when his hand takes a hold of her own, alana takes it as a sign  &  quickly looks in the direction of her siblings  (  after all, their eyes are the only ones that truly matter )  before her feet start to move.  if they’re lucky enough, nobody will notice their disappearance  &  her brothers will be still immersed with their drinks to care.  leading the way to the library that’s just a walk down the dimmed-lighted hallway, alana finds herself too  eager  to wait  &  in a split moment decides to pin him against the wall, lips pressing against his in a rather  hungrily  passion. if someone walks out  &  sees them in a position where her half-bare leg’s wrapping against his own so be it.  “  god, you look so fuckin’ hot tonight,  “  she blurs out breathlessly in the  heat  of the moment, hand sliding down his perfectly-sized shirt.  

xmas day something that atticus has noticed about himself since being with alana is that he’s happier when she’s around. whether she’s in the next room or preferably right beside him, he feels at ease and like he doesn’t have to hide. from her, or at all. it’s a feeling that’s odd to him the majority of the time, but one he’s welcoming warmly. the smile that glows across her face brings him joy as he wanders back over to her with presents in hand, the nerves still looming in his stomach. atticus may declare that he isn’t the best gift giver, but he certainly is observant and he was set on collecting her favourite skincare products, even a few to try, in a bundle for christmas. “ i took a wild guess. ” the brunet jokes in reply, a sheepish grin prominent for a moment before he’s pulling on his bottom lip anxiously with his index finger and thumb as she opens the necklace box. “ yeah? ” he murmurs as he lets out a breath of relief, fidgeting hand coming down to rub at his thigh. “ i saw them and thought of you instantly. ” the small confession comes with a tinge of pink rising to his cheeks, which only darkens as alana’s attention draws to the frame. he can feels his heart in his throat, and he’s not sure whether he wants to vomit or pass out. or both. 

there are only a handful of people that atticus allows past his confident, yet guarded exterior ─ a rare select few that peel back his outer layers and even read further than chapter one of his story. with alana, everything came so naturally; the playful banter, conversation in general, the magnetic pull towards her that he could not fight. not to mention that all feelings for her came with no true bells or whistles ─ flew straight under his radar and suddenly she’s found a place in his heart. he knew he loved alana the night they spent stargazing, though he was too stubborn and in denial to admit it to himself; how could he have fallen so quickly? atticus’ heart pounds as alana sits in silence, staring at the frame and just when he’s about to say something, she stutters out in a mess of emotion. “ of course i do. ” the teacher assures, certainty in his tone as he wraps his arm around her. “ i was too stubborn to realise it then but ... we’d been playing scrabble, and checkers, and we’d watched the sun set over too much food. seriously, i’m sure i packed way too much food. especially fruit, that’s on me. ” atticus smiles with a chuckle, glancing to the frame for a second and then back to alana. “ and you made me smile and laugh like you’d done for weeks, even more and ... the way you were smiling and your eyes were lit up. and when you talked, all i wanted to do was listen and everything you did, was ... i don’t know. then we were laying there, silent after talking about the stars and pointing out constellations and uh ... ” the brunet sucks in a breath as he begins to stammer, and he shrugs his shoulders as the right words to say jumble in his head. “ and i uh, i looked at you in that moonlight and it was like, everything was right. my heart could’ve burst right then and there but i was too scared. you know? no, you know? ” his last couple words lace with self doubt, insecure that he’s not getting what he wants to across and he swallows the forming lump in his throat. “ i love you, and i want you to remember that. ”

new years eve

atticus would like to say that he’s a fairly patient being; taking out his revenge in due time rather than immediately and also knowing that in situations such as the current, waiting often leads to a better outcome. with alana, however, whatever outcome it may be always leaves them both satisfied. he allows her to take the lead, knowing that the eyes of her siblings are possibly on them ( the last thing he wants to do is make a bad impression with them or her father especially when he seems to be in the good books ). feet carry him along behind alana without thought, eyes glazing over her as thoughts on what exactly he will do to her race through his head like a whirlwind. it seems that they both have the same idea; the blonde pinning him against the wall eager and hungry for further attention they’re both craving. a soft moan escapes as lips moves against alana’s, hand resting against her jaw. “ says you. ” he teases with a smirk in between passionate kisses, pressing his body close only to pull his head. “ you got me wound up already, babe. shame on you. ” there’s a small puff in his voice from the heated kiss, and he’s reaching down to pick alana up by her thighs and humming lowly at the brief moment of friction. he knows exactly how he wants to please her, if alana would like that obviously, yet he’s sure standing in the middle of the hallway with his head between her thighs is not the way to go. “ we’re gonna need the library, for what i want to do with you. ” atticus hums, diving back into the heated kiss and pushing himself from the wall to stumble down the hall to find the library. 

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filmgifs​:

Gal Gadot as Natalie Jones and Jon Hamm as Tim Jones in Keeping Up with the Joneses (2016)

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facetime → lana 💐❤️

Atticus: [arriving home late from the school, atticus' first thought is to facetime alana the minute he walks in the door] [as he waits for her to answer, his phone held up enough so he's face is in view, he lays on his bed having already eaten at work and hums love me tender softly to himself]

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mikemoon​:    /    michael moon.

if mike could make one person laugh, then his day was basically complete. he lived for stupid and silly little things like this. he took things less seriously most of the time, and it was the norm for him. after all, how are things supposed to be fun if he had to act like an an independent adult most of the time. mike laughed with him. “blessed and scared sounds like a plausible reaction to such a reference.” he joked. “i think i’m buying this. it’s way too hilarious to be left behind. i think i just saw a pineapple one too.” 

still with a smile spread across his feature, atticus begins to mindlessly poke at the avocado hat mike still seems to be wearing and instantly, another string of chuckles escape. he’s a child, honestly. mike should’ve seen him when he saw the tiktok of the person saying the line as gru from despicable me. “ listen, that movie was very overhyped and questionable but you have to admit ... that line will forever be imbedded in our brains. ” atticus replies. “ yes, please do buy them. they need to taken on a journey; lots of snapchat stories, pulled out on random occasions. you feel me? ”

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jvr-h​:    /    javi hawkins.

As Javi follows Atticus’ instructions, they consider his offer. “I think I’ll be okay,” they respond after inspecting their finger. With still a small bit of blood running out the tiny cut, Javi covers it with the tissue and reapplies the pressure. “I forgot what we were talking about, but let me know if you remember, okay?” They say slowly, pursing their lips some. “Oh! Anyway!” They add abruptly. “Guess what I found out the other day? Wario and Waluigi aren’t related.”

the kindergarten teachers responds with a single nod, readjusting his pockets mindlessly. “ it’s only a small cut, so it’ll be fine. ” he assures, glancing to the tissue around javi’s finger briefly before engaging in conversation once again. “ honestly, i kind of did too. i went into teacher mode for a second there. ” their abrupt exclaim draws atticus from his temporary train of thought, and his lips purse in surprise at the new fact they share. “ i literally had no idea they weren’t related. so what, they’re simply partner’s in crime of some sort? where did you find that out? ”

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midvightskies​:    /    antonia sutton.

“And that brings me to…” Toni paused for dramatic effect. “Twenty drunk assholes hitting on me during the first hour of my shift. Somehow they all think they’re being original.” Rolling her eyes, the bartender pushed loose curls away from her face. “Anyway— what can I get you?” // @mapleviewstarters​

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with a shake of his head and a slow breath out through his nose, atticus’ face twists in disgust at the recount of toni’s first hour on shift. “ yeah, real original, sleazy bastards. ” sarcasm oozes from his tone in the first part of his sentence as he responds to her, leaning against the bar with his hip. the brunet rubs at his chin and lifts his head properly to face toni.  “ anyway; you know what, make me whatever you please. whatever you enjoy making, something creative, or something that’s easy, your choice, please. ”

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esteflynn​:    /    estella flynn.

starter: open @mapleviewstarters​

location: anywhere appropriate outdoors

a string of curse words flew from estella’s lips as she grabbed hold of the bike lock and wrung it between her hands. how had she forgotten the combination? she could have sworn it was the same one she always used! crouching down, she pressed her forehead hard into her palms and let out a long breath. “it’s fine. it’s fine…just calm down.” she muttered to herself before straightening up and turning her head. lifting her hand, she waved feebly. “long shot maybe but i don’t suppose you have any bolt cutters? or an axe? i’ll take ideas.” 

whilst atticus is wandering to his car after work, finishing on time for a change, he spots estella who seems to be struggling with the lock for her bike. he observes her out of the corner of his eye as he puts his briefcase on the front seat, waiting to see if she needs a hand until he’s being called upon. “ an axe; definitely not. i wouldn’t own up to having that on me. ” the teacher teases, walking around to the boot of the car and popping it. “ however, i may just have some bolt cutters. you could be in luck. ” with a quick look through the back of his trunk, atticus pulls out a set bolt cutters, flashing them to estella as he makes his way towards her. “ here we go; want to give it a crack? ”

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ofrosies​:    /    rosie kim.

open ;@mapleviewstarters​  ​                    location ; the southern bean

as rosie stood in line for her afternoon coffee, she looked up from her phone, and her eyes found attention in the person in front of her as they made their order. she was usually someone who kept to herself a lot, only speaking whenever she needed to. she looked away to not seem like a creep. but once she was standing at the counter to wait for her drink after making her order, she couldn’t help but speak to the person. “hi.” she smiled. “this is so random, but… i like your outfit.” she complimented. what was the harm in brightening someone’s day, anyway?

when atticus woke up this morning and chose to don his bright red suit, blazer cropped at the waist and buttoned up, his care factor for people’s opinions was nonexistent ─ until now. dimples pop as a smile gradually spreads upon his lips at her out of the blue compliment, a sense of pride filling within himself. “ thank you. ” atticus can feel a heat rising in his cheeks, and he’s quick to clear his throat and glance to the counter to see if his drink is ready. dare anyone but alana see him blush. “ you have good taste; which i can tell. or you also just really like the colour red. either way, you’re very kind and i appreciate it. ”

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p-nolan​:    /    poppy nolan.

with: Anyone! @mapleviewstarters​ where: Anywhere!

Poppy looked around, unsure if she was the only one who could hear the whimpering of… what? Still undecided if the noise were real or if she were merely going insane, she followed the sound to its source only to find a dog. Its collar had gotten caught on something, effectively imprisoning them to the hidden spot they had been whining in. “Oh, no. You poor thing,” she said quietly as she squatted down to unhook its collar from the thing that had snagged it, but then stopped herself. What if the dog ran off once she detached it, she wondered. Standing back up, she searched her surroundings again, catching the eye of someone a couple of yards away. “Hey, excuse me!” She called out. “Do you have a leash?” She asked once they came nearer, trying to not look as wacky as the request she were making.

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atticus always knew that buying a house wasn’t going to be a quick process, especially when it comes to finding the right one. he knows what he wants, and evidently, he isn’t going to settle for a place that doesn’t tick off most ( and if possible ─ all ) of his boxes. despite the fact the brunet’s wandering down the pathway, inspecting a new listing a printed out flyer, it’s clear in the way he doesn’t respond to poppy’s first call out that his head is in other places. the question, however, brings his attention right back to reality. head spins as he comes to a halt, and it takes him a second to register what she’s asking for. “ i beg your pardon? ” atticus asks, more for clarification as it takes him another  second to realise that she would not be asking for what he thinks she is; at least, not out so publicly he would assume. “ oh, right. no, sorry. i don’t. you got a dog on the loose? ”

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mapledvale​:    /    vale macaulay-yang.

 ───  ❝ 𝓥. 𝓶-𝔂  ❪ vale && @mapleviewstarters​ ❫

“ is that – hello ?? “ timidly her finger poked at the letterbox that came with her apartment . vale herself wasn’t the mother to any pet , in fact she rather despised the idea of being the sole provider of anything , but there was a strange glow on the other side that she simply couldn’t place and certainly couldn’t be explained by the eyes of a cat or perhaps a lost raccoon . it was probably nothing , yet such a sight brought her mind to memories she’d rather not relive . a sheltered life meant that anything alien spooked her beyond belief , and that included an episode of ‘ star trek ‘ she’d walked in on , forever scarred by high-beams and huge green bobbleheads . sure , her mother had explained that anything of the sort was merely fiction , but how could she be so sure , “ can you check it out for me ?? “

atticus observes the poking at the letterbox in amusement, a subtle grin forming upon his lips. he can only think that he’s been living on his own for too long that assessing the situation doesn’t unsettle him as much as it should; or if at all. “ i wouldn’t be poking at the letterbox. ” the teacher advises, the slightest chuckle slipping at the end of his sentence without even meaning to. “ i’m sure it’s nothing serious. ” removing his hands from his jacket pockets, atticus takes a quick glance in the letterbox to see the glowing eyes. it’s instinct that has his nose screwing and brows creasing, yet he’s gradually opening it up incase whatever is inside decides to lunge at them. when a rat scurries out and away from both of them, atticus jumps up, retreating his hand from the letterbox and shivering in disgust; all while his eyes watching the rat run away. “ well ... now you know. ” 

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ulep​:    /    hadji ulep.

location: anywhere appropriate!

availability: open to anyone.

“excuse me, do you mind?” hadji says, holding up his iphone. “you’re blocking the best light source here, and i’m taking some selfies.” he’s not being rude, he swears. but he doubts that the other residents have as many followers across various social media platforms as he does. his selfies are serious business. “just… move out of there for a couple of moments, please.” + @mapleviewstarters​

the severity of capturing the perfect selfie while the lighting is just right is not as lost on atticus as it may seem as he gazes down to hadji with brows knitting inward; he’s merely deciding whether he will in fact move from his spot. there’s a moment hesitation where atticus goes to resist, yet he quietly scoots to the side out of the light. “ i was quite comfortable, y’know. ” he mentions to the other simply because he can, no malice in his tone. 

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daniclmoon​:    /    daniel moon.

Daniel was quick to notice Atticus getting uncomfortable, but he figured his over excitement made him be too invasive of his co-worker’s personal space so he didn’t over think it: he only guarded his distance now to concentrate on the tequila bottle he so defiantly held in his hands. It was conflicting to hear the other use the word friend in such a contradicting tone to what the word meant. His brows furrowed lightly for a few seconds. Still in his drunken haze, a part of him wondered if adding more alcohol to both their systems would make everything worse. Drunk people never lie, right? Maybe this way he’d find the answers he had so desperately been wanting or searching for. No matter if they hurt or not. Plus, would he even remember this the next morning?. He just was just, quite literally, taking his shot at talking it out with him.

 “I mean… yeah, we don’t wanna be chickens, do we?”, he slurred joked, a drunken laugh leaving his lips. He had been getting way too much alcohol than the one he could handle on his system tonight over repeating the same mantra with any friend he encountered. “Now that’s the spirit!”, he cheered when Atticus began pouring the shots, surprisingly enough… it seemed that there was still room for yet another (and last round) after this, judging by the remaining tequila in the bottle. But he didn’t point it out yet. He just raised his shot glass at Atticus who was standing right beside him. “For… Mapleview Elementary”, it was more drunken nonsense, his mind going for the only thing they had in common that he was aware of at the moment, as he quickly drank the liquor. 

atticus shouldn’t be encouraging daniel to continue drinking when he can smell the alcohol so prominently on his breath, though he simply doesn’t care enough. if they were to have done this before alana had shown up on his doorstep in the state she was, then maybe atticus would be in the same position ─ just as drunk, or worse even. now, however, there’s obvious tension and the kindergarten teacher refuses to let daniel see him with his hair down. not that he would with atticus in the mood he is in. we don’t wanna be chickens, do we? the comment brings a forced grin to the brunet’s lips as he finishes pouring the shot, and he’s raising the glass as daniel makes his toast. “ to mapleview elementary. ” atticus repeats, downing the tequila in a beat and slamming the glass back on the table. “ that’s what i’m talking about. ”

the first two drinks are slowly starting to hit atticus as he stands beside daniel, the hustle and bustle of the bar fading to background noise; he really shouldn’t made them doubles. sucking in a slow, deep breath through his nose, the brunet places a hand on the other’s shoulder and gives a gentle squeeze. “ so, ” he begins, the longer he looks at the younger lad, the harder it’s getting to bite his tongue. “ you look like you’ve been having one hell of a night, hey? mapleview’s been treating you kindly then? ” it’s a genuine question, one that he waits for an answer for. “ i say we get that other shot in you before you fall ass over tit. ” the tone he gives off is nothing but light hearted and he’s flashing his usual charming grin to emphasis his facade. with a quick glance at the tequila bottle, it becomes clear that there’s only the one shot each left and there’s an evil glint in atticus’ eye. “ luckily, there is only each one left. ” he announces, pouring the shots immediately. “ my turn to make the toast. ” there’s a pause, and he pulls the glasses towards himself. “ but, before i do, i want your opinion on a photo i took. i know you’re really good with all that stuff and i’m not and it was just on my phone, but you wouldn’t mind taking a look, would you? ”

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Gucci Mémoire d'une Odeur

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mikemoon​:    /    michael moon.

open ; @mapleviewstarters​ ​                    location ; grocer’s groceries

do you know that one random aisle in every grocery store? the one where all the leftover halloween and christmas stuff were still somehow on clearance? and where all the kids toys for some reason were crammed in the one next to it? well… that’s where mike found himself in the middle of grabbing groceries and other unnecessary things he didn’t need. one of those things was an avocado hat that he found by the costumes. mike couldn’t help but grab it, thinking that the face of the man wearing it on the cardboard tag was too funny. he put it on and turned around to the person who was with him, giving them a funny eyebrow raise. “are you lost, babygirl?” he joked. 

this is not what the usual trip to the grocery store looks like for atticus, yet he is far from complaining. hell, it would certainly make his usual trip a little less mundane, that’s for sure. the sight of the hat mixed with the familiar ‘ catchphrase ’ ( if it can even be called that ) sets atticus off into laughter, a smile breaking out. “ oh my god. ” the teacher murmurs through his chuckles, raising his hand as if to excuse himself. it takes him a couple seconds to regain his composure, and atticus can only shake his head. “ i never thought i’d be here to see the day an avocado would seduce me with the quote from 365 dni. should i be blessed? scared? both? ” he jokes.

[atticusm]

thehudsonx​:    /    hudson quinn.

A slow, kind smile spread across Huds’ face he’d seen the Kindergarten teacher around before carrying caseloads of craft supplies. He had no doubt that the younger teacher was probably the kids favorite. God bless him, thought Hudson there would be no way he could tolerate the neediness of a four? Five year old? He thought of himself at that age, quiet, spending his first christmas in the boys home after he’d been removed from his mother. He would’ve given anything for someone as excited to see him as he was sure Atticus saw each one of his students. Nodding to the other’s overfilled canvas bag, “Acorn squash, great buy today, right?” He half asked shuffling the deck. “Solitare is alone, so we’ll forgo how to play that one, but a good ole Go Fish will be quick and easy. You’re the Kindergarden teacher, right? I think we saw each other at a showing of the house on Peach Tree,” Hudson thinks back. He might have put a bid on the house, if the thought of a permanent location didn’t freak the hell out of him. Dealing the other seven cards, himself the same amount and placing the rest of the deck in the center. 

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green eyes glance to the acorn squash peaking out of his bag, and then meet the other’s gaze for a brief moment upon return. “ yes, definitely. ” atticus agrees, setting the bag of goodies close to the free seat and gliding into place where the bag then rests against his leg. “ i immediately was thinking of having some like, roasted chilli acorn squash slices for dinner. who knows, but that’s what i’m planning on anyway. ” the brunet shrugs casually, watching hudson shuffling the deck in his peripheral vision. along he is a fan of card games and games alike even, admittedly, solitaire is one of the few that he never turns to often. “ ah right; as i said, it’s been a long time since i’ve played solitaire. ─ i think i did see you at that showing, yeah. did you end up liking the house? ” the question comes out with ease as he takes the dealt cards, keeping them close and carefully fanning them so he can see them. if atticus wasn’t so picky with what he wanted in a home, maybe he too would’ve put an offer in on the home; yet, he knows what he is looking for, and will not settle until he checks off each of his boxes.