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rlly hoping to do the rest of my replies tomorrow & get to my starter call but i am DYING rn soo goodnight <3

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harlan opens his mouth to protest, a simple "i can get us that money and more in about an hour" about to fall from his lips, but he refrains when he hears what nicky has to say. he knew him way too well, it was so convenient yet incredibly frustrating at times. still, a laugh falls from his lips the more he keeps talking. "our honeymoon? nicky, we’re in a run down diner, sitting in potentially the stickiest booth mankind has yet to see, we're hungover as hell... that's not a honeymoon, it's a fever dream." he shoots back, though his tone is far from angry. if anything, he sounds pretty done with the situation at hand. unlike nicky, he isn't wearing sunglasses. mostly because he can't remember for the life of him where he left the ones he bought on this sporadic vacation, if you could call it that. maybe that's why he's so over everything, because the morning light peering in from the window feels like damn daggers behind his eyes. the brunette let's out a bewildered scoff, dramatic as always, but in his defense, he's italian, french and gay – being over the top is embedded in his dna at this point. "what the hell do you mean to me of all people? i'll have you know i'd be a fantastic husband, okay? i'd lie and steal for you if we needed it," he'd do it even if they didn't, "and i'd be loyal." that wasn't exactly fantastic behavior, more like the bare minimum, but he was going with it. "also, i've apologized for the christmas incident, like, five times. the floor was slippery and to this day, my back still hurts from time to time. what else am i supposed to do?" imagine a house filled with people on christmas eve, hungry, and when you're asked to help bring over the trays of food, you accidentally slip and spill every last glass tray on the counter towards the floor – every. freaking. tray. to be honest, harlan isn't sure how nicky still speaks to him to this day after that. it was so embarrassing and not to mention that everything was closed, so takeout was out of the question. people were hungry and angry and he couldn't really blame them.

deep down, harlan is painfully aware that there’s more to it, but maybe nicky is too kind to ever really admit it to him what he already knows. his surname has a reputation and not really in a good way. stealing, lying and manipulating were one of the many traits that ran in the fontaine household. his father did it his entire life to survive, whether it was fraudulent investments, scamming, identity theft or even fake charities. his mother was no different. harlan was taught a lot of their antics growing up, but despite that, he didn't want to be like his parents. he even bothered to go to school and get his cosmetology license, but every once in a while, if he had to pull a stunt, he'd do it. pick pocketing was mostly his specialty. it felt too easy to "accidentally" bump into someone then walk away with their wallet or whatever he could quickly swipe in the process, shake someone's hand while making direct eye contact and snatch their watch without them noticing. these were habits he wasn't proud of and tried not to do often if he could help it, but sometimes, he didn't have a choice. he's never pulled that with people he knows though. it was all done with strangers he'd walk past and most likely never see again. regardless, this doesn’t exactly save the surname he was tainted to carry. he wouldn't be shocked if nicky's grandmother hates him because of that and blames the christmas incident as a cover story. "yeah, well, says the guy who has the blue raspberry aka the second best flavor." he let's out a soft chuckle, eventually going quiet for a moment. harlan felt like he had to address the elephant in the room. "are we... okay?" the question he's been dreading to ask, yet, it had to be said. "i mean with everything that happened last night. i don't know, i just," he shrugs, moving the spoon from his uneaten grits, "i just don't want things to ever be awkward between us. we're still best friends. we were super drunk. now we're just... accidentally married. with ring pops." he takes a long pause. "we're still each other's ride or die, right?" his secretly insecure ego needed the reassurance from nicky more than anything.

“you think i don’t know that?” nicky hissed, head pounding from his own damn choices. he cursed under his breath in spanish, dragging a palm down his face. “we can’t get it annulled. i don’t have that kind of money right now. it’d cost, like, seven hundred bucks, and that’s if we file today—and don’t even think about pulling one of your schemes to get it. this is the legal system. i’m not spending our honeymoon bailing my husband out of jail.” he hadn’t even wanted to roll out of his hotel bed this morning. but his stomach had other plans, dragging him up and out, and now here they were. crammed into a sticky booth at some seedy 24-hour diner. all he could afford after throwing stacks of cash around the previous night. he hunched over a plate of pancakes, sunglasses on, the ridiculous blue raspberry ring pop glinting on his finger. the same one that sealed their mistake. the vegas trip had been his idea. a last minute, poorly thought out road trip for his 25th birthday. one he was supposed to take at 21, but thanks to quarantine and a global pandemic, it got shelved. now, five years later, he’d tried to make up for it by club-hopping and downing way too many free drinks from strangers way too eager to celebrate a stranger’s birthday. he knew his alcohol tolerance was low. didn’t matter. nothing had stopped him last night. he wished it had. “my abuela will literally drop dead if she finds out her grandson got hitched in vegas by some party city elvis impersonator—to you, no less,” he added, jabbing his fork into his pancakes. “she still hates you for the christmas incident.” he took another bite. “you’re ungrateful,” he added after a beat, gesturing toward harlan’s hand. “sour cherry is the best. apple is ass.”

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he blinks, unsure of what to respond to her statements. he's tempted to take a few steps back, but he refrains in an attempt to make it seem like this doesn't terrify him. "happy?" he repeats, a humorless chuckle leaving his lips, running his hands past his grown out buzzcut in exasperation. "someone got fucking murdered because of me and you want me to be happy?" she seemed unphased, the total opposite of how he felt. "haven't you ever thought of what might happen if you get caught?" this time, he takes a step closer, a look of concern, fear and frustration, all in one, written across his features. "madeline, you didn't steal a car or commit fraud or even participate in a poorly planned out hit and run... you killed someone! what's gonna happen if evidence traces back to you?" his jaw clenches, followed by a sigh. "why would you do this?"

" you didn't have to ask , " madeline states , eyes shining with pride . there isn't a flicker of remorse in her face . she sees no reason to feel it . it was bound to happen one day , their death . all she did was speed up the process . " aren't you happy ? you don't have to worry anymore . they can't bother you now . "

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“exactly.” easton doubled down, almost as if he was trying to convince himself. “i have to worry about you getting hurt. i mean… what other pathetic loser am i supposed to bully if you’re not around?” meaningless insults were always thrown the other’s way, a true deflection of how he truly felt. “i need you in the best shape so i can break your spirit.”

" oh , no , that's totally the vibe i'm getting right now . i don't feel liked . i'd go as far as to say despised . " he couldn't hide the amusement in his tone , nor keep the smirk from his lips . " only my truest haters worry about me getting hurt . "

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nick can only blink in response to her reasoning for literally taking a life, his dark eyes looking at the lifeless body, his stomach churning. he really never thought he would be in this position, yet, here is is. "they stepped on your foot..." he repeats, nodding his head, "and they didn't say they were sorry?" he had to say it out loud, to see if it even made any kind of sense once the words were spoken. they didn't. "larissa, what the hell?! you can't just murder people for something like foot stepping!"

the psychic had been so far gone that all of her senses were clouded. with vision locked on the body sprawled out on the ground, it hadn't occurred to her that nick was actually speaking until her hearing came back. the first half of his rant fell onto semi-deaf ears until it gradually began sounding legible. glassy, onyx eyes lock onto the male questioning in desperation and her mind draws nothing but blanks for the first two minutes. what possessed larissa to kill them? and then ... it came to her. ❝they stepped on my foot.. and didn't say sorry.❞

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the light pink haired male finds himself letting out the tiniest hint of a chuckle, but it's more of an anxious response rather than one of finding something funny. truthfully, nick has no clue how to react to what the hell just happened. “how the hell do you just accidentally murder someone?” he says the last three words in a more hushed tone, looking around a bit nervously. he exhales, his arms crossing over his chest. “what if you get caught?” it was an honest question, one that left him feeling uneasy and sick to his stomach. “i don't need someone's death and someone being behind bars on my conscience. i don't need you to protect me, dean. especially if it means you could literally lose your freedom because of me.”

“ in my defense i didn't set out to do that.” dean scratched the back of his head, having the audacity to feel a little embarrassed over what he did. he was telling the truth though! “ they kept bothering and bothering you and i have a short temper. one minute i was telling them to leave you alone, and the next their blood was on my hands. ” he trailed off, voice growing soft.

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DREW STARKEY as ZACH MACLAREN the other zoey trailer

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mandatory ot started in my department again until we get the approval to hire at least 4 more people with how backlogged we are rn activity here will be ugly again 😭

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pls give this a like if i can go through your opens & respond to one or more as i'd really love some more mutuals <3 additionally, you can find my opens here

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he knew that he hurt wesley. hunter had a tendency to fuck up any good thing in his life. he wasn't sure whether he should blame his childhood traumas, his daddy issues, maybe his zodiac sign? or perhaps he was just a shitty person. that could very well be it. "boyfriends, lovers, probably best friends at one point. i don't want to think that we were a mistake." he replies, resisting the urge to reach out and uncross the other's arms from his chest. "i never meant to hurt you or break your heart." he looks away for a moment, baby blue eyes eventually meeting his gaze. "i just really miss you."

Wesley was not one to be so blunt with his wording. Trying to act tough, trying to hide the fact that even being near Hunter hurt him, he just stood there and looked at him as if they were in a standoff. "Yeah? And what do you think you were?" He spat out, crossing his arms over his chest. "Are you just here to hurt me again? Want me to confess my feelings to you so you can break my heart all over again?" He was avoiding the question, knowing there was no way he could actually tell him that.

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DREW STARKEY as EUGENE ALLERTON Queer (2024) dir. Luca Guadagnino

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open to: m/f/nb, anyone really muse: nicolas 'nick' veluz. sagittarius. pansexual. ages 23-28. line cook drug dealer and professional moron plot idea: nick's possessive ex has been stalking and harassing him for months now and your muse just murdered them, can really go anywhere! “i know that they're shitty and obsessive and a downright stalker and just... not really a good person, but did you really have to murder them?” nick asks, looking back at them with an incredulous look plastered across his features. “i never asked you to do that for me.”

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these particular scenes weren't riley's go to. somehow, he had been dragged here by a close friend of his who claimed he had to get out more. only now, his friend was nowhere to be found and he was sitting alone by the bar, fingers lightly tapping on his half empty cup. riley didn't hear what the other was saying at first, not even turning his head to look his way. it isn't until the music dies down and the words 'this place is pretty killer!' are shouted as the place grows quiet that riley finally turns to look at him. it lasts for about a second though, the soft chuckles and whispers and glances thrown their way before another song is being played and everyone goes back to doing whatever the hell they were doing before the stranger managed to ( unintentionally ) grab the attention of everyone in the joint. riley finds himself chewing on his bottom lip to prevent a laugh from escaping, but he quite literally can't help himself.

he's nodding his head at him. “so, so killer.” he replies, taking a sip from his drink and now giving him his undivided attention. it's been a while since he's laughed and actually meant it. it's as if becoming cynical has taken over who he once was. it was nice to laugh, even if that clearly wasn't the other's intention. “is the drink you're having equally as killer or?” he felt like he had to get in some more quips in there, tease him as if getting the attention of everyone at the bar wasn't enough. after a moment, he shoots him a soft smile. “i'm riley.” he takes a brief pause, pointing at the empty stool beside him. “so, mr. killer... you wanna sit and have a drink? on me.”

open to: m. feat. GRADY BRANT, recent divorcee and late in life gay.

"this place, uh, rocks." flashing a smile at the stranger standing nearby, he nervously tapped his thumb against the rim of his plastic cup. the loud, pounding music of the gay bar drowned out his voice. "i said..." and just as he started to speak, louder than necessary, the song came to an end, "this place is pretty killer!"

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celeb / non-celeb aus tho

“i’m your biggest fan so i snuck backstage to meet you after a show, but it turns out your security guards are a lot tougher than they look, so now i’m being shouted at/possibly tased and now you’re walking by and oh god this isn’t how i wanted this to go” au

“i entered a contest to be your plus one to an event and wtf i actually won?!” au

“i’m trying to start a celebrity gossip blog and you are an effing trainwreck so now i’m lowkey stalking you in hopes of getting a humiliating story” au

“it’s the middle of the night on a saturday and i’ve been thrown into holding by the cops and am i high or did i just get thrown into the same holding cell as a celebrity???” au

“of all the cars in the world for me to have tried to steal, it had to be YOURS?” au

“i’m an extra in a movie/music video that you’re starring in and idec if you’re super famous and i’m a nobody, plz notice me” au

alternatively, “i’m just an extra, but the star has a crush on me?! what????” au

“i’m famous as hell and yet i seem to have met the ONE person in this bar who doesn’t have a damn clue how i am, this is hilarious, i’m just gonna ride this out” au

tbh give me a long-distance relationship that begins with one sending fanmail to the other and “wait you actually wrote me back?!” au

“while hiding from the paparazzi i ran into the first building i saw and it turns out you work here and what the fuck do you mean you’re closed and i have to get out, have some mercy!” au

“of all the wrong numbers in the world, the nude i meant to send to my significant other wound up on YOUR phone” au

the same au but in reverse, aka, “wtf why did i get a random nude from my favorite celebrity??? am i on catfish???” au

“we’re on a reality show where half the contestants are famous and the other half are just regular people” au

“you read one of my thirst tweets on a talk show and now my thirst is a minor internet sensation, so thanks for that” au

“i just went to one of your shows, and now an hour later you’ve tweeted about some gorgeous person you noticed in the crowd and wait why does this describe me exactly” au

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justin was, and always has been, very academically intelligent. the kind of person that easily picked up on what his teacher’s were explaining to him, took all ap classes in high school, graduated one year earlier than he should have and was always an overachiever. this, funnily enough, didn’t exactly passover to a few other aspects in his life. that much was evident, because at harlowe’s following words, justin genuinely doesn’t realize what he’s trying to get at. what he lacked in street smarts, he made up for in brains, but right now, he didn’t fully grasp what the other was trying to hint. it isn’t until he winks, rather obnoxiously in justin’s opinion, that the other’s words register in justin’s head, resulting in the furrowing of his eyebrows out of pure instinct. “what’s wrong with one of your beady, chipmunk-like little eyes?” that was the best comeback he could come up with on the spot, really. he made no effort to address harlowe’s other claims, but he did feel his face growing hot, so he knew he was probably blushing right now. justin didn’t enjoy being thrown out of the loop or feeling like he lacked control with his own feelings, but even he knew deep down, that controlling your feelings wasn’t as easy as one would think. he’s been trying to control his own feelings and desires since he was basically a preteen, and while he's constantly trying to convince himself that he has it under control, what he’s really doing is bottling everything up and repressing a really big part of who he is. still, it felt easier that way.

justin lets out a long, much anticipated sigh at harlowe’s words. “well, better that rather than get tutored by someone you clearly don’t like.” truth be told, grace wasn’t exactly a child prodigy. she was smart, sure, but she was the baby of the family, the apple of his parents’ eyes, the little girl they’ve always wanted after having two boys. the expectations placed on jack, justin’s older brother, and justin himself, were far different than the expectations their parents put on grace. if anything, she was a first class manipulator with too many designer handbags, an unlimited credit card and a trust fund. justin loves her of course, but it was true. his jaw clenches at harlowe’s dig in regards to him having bad tutoring skills. it just felt like he was trying to get a rise out of him, which, irritatingly enough, was kind of working. anyone he’s ever tutored before has passed, his mind can’t fathom the idea of harlowe being any different. “cryogenically frozen?” he repeats, ignoring his other question and instead, nodding his head in mock amusement. “i’m very impressed with your vocabulary right now. how many sci fi movies did it take for you to learn that one?” justin was petty and that much was known by almost anyone who has had a conversation with him that lasted longer than two minutes, it wasn’t above him to throw in more insults shading the other’s intelligence. the moment harlowe mentions his glasses and women, however, he grows silent. he’s had many women who have had crushes on him. he’s a nepo baby, a future doctor and he’s clearly not bad looking, yet, he’s only had one girlfriend his entire life, and that was really only because she was practically the perfect candidate for him, she had a very obvious crush on him and there was pressure from both families for them to pursue something romantically. high school valedictorian just like him, a tennis prodigy, a future dermatologist and an f1 enthusiast, rosie myers was the perfect woman to, well, basically anyone with two eyes and half a brain. she was so gorgeous too, always smelled like strawberry gourmand and everything nice, wore the most adorable tennis skirts and pristine button up polos. they were together for six months, but to justin, it felt like six decades. he keeps telling himself that she wasn’t ideal for him and that one day, he’ll find the right woman, but realistically, in the very depths of his soul, he knows that it doesn’t get more ideal than rosie. to this day, his father is still angry at him for ending things, and his mother is still convinced they were meant to get married. “why would you think i care about what women, or anyone for that matter, thinks about me at all?” that was half true, half bullshit, and didn’t really answer harlowe’s question. he didn’t give a damn about how people perceived his attitude ( he was hated by a lot of people ) but he cared deeply about his physical appearance and it very much showed. this was why he didn’t like wearing his glasses to begin with – he swears, he looks a lot better without them. “to be perfectly clear, i wouldn’t go near you and your weirdly shaped ears. also… answer the question. i know you know this one.”

harlowe tilted his head to the side. he needed to pause to process justin's words. during the beat of silence he had two realisations. the first was that he was playing a game he was destined to lose. justin could outwit him any day of the week. he could either keep playing just for the thrill of it or change tactics to give himself the upper hand. luckily, his second realisation would help him change his line of attack. he came to the conclusion that his stuck up tutor was more sheltered than he thought. a normal person would have known how those questions would sound to passersby. he decided to make a note of this weakness to exploit later. "only 'cause you were using dog training techniques on me." he countered back weakly with a pout. he was too frustrated to even try to be witty. that was why he changed his offensive strategy. "i don't think most of those questions are ok to ask in public." he quipped with a smirk. he found that sometimes going for the low hanging fruit was the most effective way to get under someone's skin. "but to answer your questions i only get leashed up on all fours and chase balls around in your wildest dreams." he retorted with an exaggerated wink.

harlowe glared in response to justin's rhetorical question. they both knew harlowe could be goaded into studying. justin just had to find the right buttons to push. his expression changed to amusement when justin insulted his intelligence. in his expert opinion the blond was approaching their little spat the wrong way. he needed to identify or make educated guesses about what harlowe's insecurities were. instead he was revealing his own. " 'course i have a lower iq than your sister. i'm not a child prodigy with overbearing parents." he had only found out about justin's little sister a second ago but based off how her older brother behaved harlowe was confident his assumptions about her were correct. "also to circle back to my low attention span, it sounds like you're trying to dodge taking accountability for your bad tutoring methods." harlowe comment with a smirk. frustratingly, justin was right. he did have a low attention span when it came to subjects that didn't interest him. but he refused to let justin have any wins. harlowe furrowed his eyebrows. where the fuck did this dig about him doing acid come from? "kinda surprised you know what acid is but bro are you trying to say i look like a hippy ? were you cryogenically frozen in the sixties?" his questions were sarcastic but that would actually explain a lot about justin's behaviour. he opened his mouth to ask follow up questions before he was rudely interrupted. "hold on, i do have follow up questions and moronic remarks. why don't you wear your glasses more often? they match your know-it-all vibe and i bet women think you look so smart in them." he teased. the thought of women gushing over justin and tucking their hair behind their ears as they asked to try on his glasses made him feel queasy. though that was probably because everything about justin made him feel queasy. he could have answered the question but he didn't want to. the temptation to try to make his insufferable tutor squirm was too much. "i don't know if i should answer that. i'm scared if i get it right you're going to call me a good boy and scratch me behind the ear." he joked with a grin. he couldn't help but call back to that weird tangent justin went on earlier. it wouldn't leave his mind.