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&&.shyguyscotty:

Scott laughed at the only guest left in the coffee shop and looked at him. “Well, you might already brought the plague to everyone on your way here earlier.” He said and started to wipe the tables around him. “Why do you not want to go home?” He asked. He sometimes didn’t want to go home as well and it was mostly because he felt lonely at home.

         No one had really asked him that question before. He stayed late at work and when he wasn’t working he was out drinking the night away or in the small coffee shop working on whatever was on his mind that day. “Oh.. Well what can I say, I’m from a BIG family. I’m used to being surrounded with yelling and cursing siblings. But here I live alone, it’s kind of different. It’s quiet and I’m not sure how I feel about it” 

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&&.maliksstory:

“I’m not going to kiss you, so no worries from here.” He told him. “I was going to wait until you died first, but alright.” He chuckled. “Anyway, you said you wanted to show me some of your pieces to see if I wanted to use it as inspiration”

       “Well I bet kissin’ me is helluva lot more fun while I’m alive and breathing but if you wanna wait until I’m dead then suit yourself” Mickey chewed on his lower lip as he studied the other man from underneath his lowered lashes. “Wait, you want to use my pieces as inspiration?” Pushing himself away from the wall, he gestured towards the back room. “I have few of them back there, if you want to take a look at them”

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&&.beckettchateauofnyc:

“That’s the spirit!” Beckett encouraged enthusiastically. “I think you’ll be elated to know that civilization is exactly how you left it.” he replied with a soft laugh of his own as the young male followed his friend as he made his way towards the bathroom to clean off the artist warpaint he sported. “I find it adoring, however I’m not so sure the rest of New York City will. It could possibly earn you a few weird looks.” Beckett shrugged as he leaned against the door frame. “Especially if we decide to go out for lunch. That’s my subtle – not so subtle – way of telling you I’m starving and need some food before I pass out. It’s on me if you decide to tag along. I’ll have you back in this dirty old place in no time. Promise.”

       “Screw the rest of New York City. If you adore it then I’d walk around the city, blue as a smurf and I’d even go as far as buying a white hat.” Mickey had to stifle a laugh when he glanced in the direction of Beckett. “But me being painted blue and being dressed in a white pants and a hat wouldn’t even come close to the strangest things that happen in the city”  With a wicked grin playing across his lips he washed his skin with warm water, the blue color blending with the water and staining the sink. “That’s very subtle, I barely even noticed your very subtle hint. But there’s no way I’m letting you pay for lunch. Especially not after you had to enter my dirty old place, by the way it’s not dirty it’s disorganized”

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&&.everettxandrews:

‘Hmmmmmmm,” He hummed out loud debating the two scenarios put before him. “Well, option one, I could be patient one I guess, since you would be patient zero from which I got the bubonic plague and I could go out and create this apocalyptic end of the world thing. I think I might feel slightly guilty for being the bringer of that. I’m sure they’d curse my name for the rest of history to come. Or, option two, I stay here….you don’t seem too bad.” He eyed him as if sizing him up. Honestly the paint splatter and the messiness he appreciated. It meant the other was dedicated and passionate about what he did. “You could entertain me for the rest of time with your works of art.” He gestured to what he had been working on the floor. Everett didn’t pretend to know anything about art. Visual arts, again, were never his thing. But it looked pretty cool to him but he didn’t have a trained eye to say anything else. “Don’t worry about it, you have to do something to help pass the time. Honestly, this isn’t even half bad. If you saw my workspace at home, it looks like a hurricane blew through it.” He offered with a small laugh following the other leading him to the crayons around the corner. Now came the decision for what he was going to use. Hazel eyes roamed across the choices, looking for the smallest box cause honestly he probably wouldn’t use them again in the near future. At the same time, he was still listening to the other and couldn’t help the snort, “Oh god no, no kids. Taking care of myself is more than enough effort and a twenty-four seven job.” He was good at making fun of himself. “This is for me,” he explained turning his gaze to the other male. “I got it into my head that it was a good idea to try and experiment with colors on this poster I had created for a benefit concert only to then realize I don’t have anything by way of markers or crayons and such.” he offered a small sigh, “This is probably the worst idea I’ve had because I honestly hated coloring books when I was a kid. But now I have to at least try to curb my curiosity. If it ends up looking like Alice in Wonderland going through the rabbit hole, then I can toss it and be satisfied.”

        “They might curse your name for the rest of history, which wouldn’t be so long since you would have ruined the civilization and all that. I know that’s bad, but at least you’re name would be written in the history books. Okay that sounded slightly crazy ‘Oh yes spread the plague and kill everyone just so your name would be written and remembered’ “ Mickey let out a huff of breath when he mentioned that would be able to entertain him with his work of art. “Sure, sure I could do that but I’ll most likely entertain you with my horrible sense of humor. If that won’t be entertaining enough for you then  I don’t know what will.” Mickey casually leaned up against a rack, a smile still touched the corner of his mouth and played in the laugh lines beside his eyes as he watched the other man trying make the difficult choice of what crayons he should pick. This was what he loved the most about his store, the people that pretty much had no idea what they were doing, trying to take baby steps in the art world. He’d seen so many over the years pull their hair out in frustration over which pencil is the ‘right’ pencil. His eyes followed the other man as he listened intently to every word he spoke. “That’s interesting, But I think it will look great, even if it’ll look like Alice in wonderland on acid.” Without saying another word Mickey picked up a pack of crayons and handed it over to the man. “If I were you I’d use these ones and as for markers just pick what color you like best, but please try to make them bright and happy, otherwise it would be kind of sad and depressing” He was about to turn back to the register, to give the man some peace and quiet when he hesitated for a split of a second. “Well, if you need any help with the posters then I’d be more then willing to help.”  

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@ethanxmonroe

         His heart was still beating fast with the rhythm long after it had quieted down.  His skin was trembling and his mind was somewhere far away from this filthy street of New York. He wasn’t done with the night yet though, not even if most of the people that had been dancing the night away were already in bed, alone or not. No he needed to settle his craving. “Hey Mickey, same as usual?” The old, rusty voice embraced him once he entered the diner, pulling him slowly out of his drunken haze. “Of course, what else” He told Earl with his signature grin. The old man gave him a second glance with his brows furrowed together as if he was deep in thought. “Don’t go spreading that glitter around the diner” Mickey ran his fingers through his hair and watched the red, glittering rain slowly fall to the ground. He’d been too busy focusing on the glitter, trying to remember where it came from that he hadn’t even noticed the guy that had entered the diner. 

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&&.alicevanderwall:

          “ I did nothing of the sort!” ALICE exclaimed defensively as she was eventually backed up against the bar. the male she had aggravated was drunk and getting confrontational as he continued to accuse ALICE of stealing his wallet. he was ABSOLUTELY right, and she had thought she had gotten away with it too… had someone seen her and told him? god, this was turning into a DISASTER. this is what she gets when she steals out of boredom… “ why don’t you just… sit down, sir? we can call over the bartender or the manager and see if we can find it?” she answered nervously as the male continued to scream. 

         Mickey had spent most of his life being surrounded with people like the woman at the bar. Thieves. His father used to take him and his brother to teach them his craft and more then once his father had been caught by the law, rightfully so. His mother was no better but she had done it out of desperation, she would nick a wallet whenever their money was tight. She didn’t feel bad about it and he didn’t feel bad about it either. None of them had the privilege to feel guilty about how they got the money they needed. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t nudge the drunken man at the bar when he noticed the girl pick his pocket. She wasn’t family so he couldn’t care any less what happened to her. “You’re pretty good at this. Reckless but pretty good” 

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&&.beckettchateauofnyc:

Beckett tilted his head and a fond smile tugged at the corners of his mouth at the ridiculous excuse given to a simple request he made. “Okay, I’m not even sure what that is exactly but I’m one hundred percent positive you don’t have it.” the young male countered, rolling his eyes playfully. “It’s a beautiful day out, yet here you are cooped up indoors. Your creativity could surely benefit from a a bit of fresh air and sun rays. Perhaps you might want to consider cleaning up a bit first.” Beckett chuckled, referring to the blue paint that the other male wore on his face.

     His fingertips brushed against the blue paint on his skin and his smile faltered for a split of a second before he put the pencil down and stood up from the floor. “Alright then. I guess it would be nice to go out for a moment, to get a fresh air and to see if the civilization I once knew is still standing” He joked and his classic old smile was back on his lips. He made his way over to the bathroom where he was able to inspect the mess he’d created on this face. Blue paint dripping down his temple and down his cheek, it was everywhere. “Are you sure you want me to clean up Beck? I thought you loved it when I looked like a smurf” 

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&&.grannusvalhalla:

Alphonse just kept at laughing. “I have a feeling you will go even further as soon as I tell you that I’m from Norway, home of vikings.” He expressed and then slowly turned around and lifted his shirt, showing some purple bruises on his back. “No broken bones, just sore.”

     Mickey’s eyes wandered down his torso where he could see the bruised skin and well... his toned body. “Yeah I can see that. It must have hurt though? Oh wait no, of course it didn’t. Because apparently you’re not just some kind of a hero but now you’re a Norse god and a bloody viking?” He had to hide the grin that was only growing wider with each second that passed. “I can see it though, you could definitely be a Norse god, a viking and a hero”

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&&.maliksstory:

“You have to tell me again what that means.” He said as he blinked. “What were you doing anyway to be using that?” He asked him curiously as he was more interested in his reasoning rather than the garment.

        “That means I’m highly contagious and I’m pretty sure I’m going to die in the next twelve hours” He muttered to himself in a low tone as he stood up from the floor to face Malik. He might be over reacting a little bit, a lot. He had a sore throat and he was way too lazy to go out in the real world and actually do something. “I was going to protect all my precious things with it, in case you were  going to go and try to steal it away once I’d pass over to the other side” 

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&&:grannusvalhalla:

Alphonse’s first reaction was to laugh, mostly because of the male’s last words. “I’m a firefighter. I was in a tight situation of whether jump or stay and possibly be burned.”

        “So it is true, I am standing with a hero that walks through burning buildings and gracefully flies through windows” He was impressed, well he was more then impressed. He was absolutely STUNNED. But instead of expressing that feeling he kept up his act with a grim spreading across his face. “You’re alright though? You didn’t break any bones, or did ya?” 

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Sebastian Stan for August Man Malaysia

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&&:sierramonroe:

Finishing rehearsals, Sierra sighed as she ran a hand through her hair. She was beyond exhausted and all she wanted was to get coffee and be lazy on her couch. Tapping her feet as she waited in line, she pursed her lips in annoyance. “Honestly, how hard is it to just take people’s orders and make their coffee?”

       “Apparently  REALLY  fuckin’ hard. I’ve watched this barista messing up the same order not twice but THREE times. How is this even possible” Usually Mickey would have the patient to wait in line for god knows how long to get his coffee but not today. Today he needed the coffee and because of the delay he was about ready to go absolutely mad. 

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&&:grannusvalhalla:

Yeha, I know it doesn’t look too bad…but that’s what happens when you jump out of a window.

       “Um what? Now I have so many questions for you... For example why on earth did you jump out of a window?? Are you some kind of a super hero in disguise, because I doubt any normal human being would look this fine after jumping out of a window”

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&&.everettxandrews:

Arts and crafts weren’t really his thing. He had put up quite the temper tantrum in kindergarten when the teacher tried to make him finger paint and all he wanted to do was play the keyboard in the playroom. He’d grown out of that but passed a fairly lopsided, disproportionate stick figure with three fingers on each hand (not five), he stuck to performing arts. But he had gotten it into his head that it might look awesome if the poster he had come up with had some color. So he thought he’d play around with crayons or markers, be a kid again. That’s how he ended up at the art supply store going through the aisles and finding the guy (supposedly who worked there) sitting on the floor working on something or other. “So it’s a fifty-fifty chance that I’m either a carrier or will walk out of here with bubonic plague. Good to know.” He said with a light laugh. “I was hoping maybe to add some crayons, markers, or even colored pencils to the list. Which way would those be?” He asked fingers pointing in different directions as he spoke so the other could direct him. 

       “Well yes, so now you can either decide to go out and spread the plague or be stuck in here with me for the rest of your life” The corner of his lips slid upwards before he realized the man had been looking for something “Oh yes, Crayons of course” Mickey quickly pulled himself away from the unfinished painting, but not before giving it a final glance. His eyes following the blue swirls as they collided into the ocean of different colors and textures. He of course noticed every single flaw and perfection in his art and as always he made a mental note about everything that he wanted to to do to make this piece even better then it already was before he turned his full attention towards the man- the costumer. Only then he realized how unprofessional he looked. He was in his painting clothes, his hair was standing in every direction with it’s own will and he hadn’t even noticed the man as he entered the store because he was too busy painting.. on the floor. “Sorry about the whole paint splattered mess I am right now, I’m usually a lot more presentable. It’s been a slow day” With a huff of a breath he ran his fingers through his hair, desperately trying to smooth down the wild locks before making his way to the corner where all of the things the man was looking for. “Here it is, May I ask why you need it?? Is it for you or do you have a kid that’s about to bring home some strange art project?” 

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      "i might have the bubonic plague. i’ll wipe out half the country if i go outside.“ Mickey glanced up at the person, His icy blue eyes growing wide as he considered his excuse, It wasn’t his best excuse.... Okay it was awful, but right now he had made himself comfortable on the floor in his old band shirt, that he’d ruined long ago with multiple layers of paint. With pencil as his weapon and blue paint smudged over his hands and face so the last thing on his mind was going out.