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[yunalai]

@tealbeats

"excuse me," her mock-polite tone came out from the right, the same direction a hand shot from to grab the camera currently aimed at Ezreal's face.

as immediately as her visage was framed, it showed the wrinkle of her furrowed brow.

"he said no interviews, so fuck off already."

the man stuttered, his eyes darting between both of them, and finally landing on the growing impatience on Qiyana's face. lips trembling, he tried to speak up again, but was promptly cut off.

"you seem like a smart guy, so I'll make this crystal clear to you. he doesn't wanna talk about it, he doesn't wanna be asked about it, and if I see a second of this shitshow online, I'll bury your career as deeply as I'll bury this camera in you."

a second of silence. a hesitant nod. just like that, Qiyana's perfect 'made for vogue' smile returned to her lips.

"good. now go away."

the paparazzi did not need a second reminder. he took his camera, ignoring the finger smudges Qiyana had purposely left, and took off around the corner with darting speed. once he was gone, Qiyana cursed under her breath.

"fuckin' christ, is it always like this?"

she did not want for her very first outing with Ezreal to be stained by her rotten attitude, but the guy was pissing her off and she hated pushiness. shaking the disgust away, she turned her eyes upon Ezreal.

"you're welcome."

but, ah, that rotten attitude was all she had.

[mccncreatures]

If Beau could’ve shaken the sense into her the night she’d left, placed him in charge of the pack, he would have. He would have done anything to get her to stay. He was always ready to be her second in command. He was always ready to help her be the alpha. It had all blown up though, everything. The sudden loss of Hayley, the loss of her father and Elijah (a second father really), her world had all but crumbled beneath her feet. And if it meant she’d be better for it, he would take over all over again. As long as it meant she’d come home.

So as he sat on the porch of his place, whittling for the first time in a while, he heard the approach before his eyes glanced up. Giving her the faintest grin, he nodded and looked back down at his work. “Really should give this up.” He started as he set it aside. “Wasn’t ever any good at it except making those stupid little flute things.” Knees came up to his chest and arms folded over them as he looked at her. “You back to… you now or do I have to worry about another bar overflowing with your terrible aim?”

It’s easy, the joke leaving him, but he felt a guard go up. She could change her mind anytime, leave him in the dust again. And he wouldn’t be able to be upset with her, because if there was one thing Beau got, loss left a hole no amount of running or hiding could repair. But it sure could numb it. “If you are, welcome home?” He shrugged and looked down. “Missed you, half-pint.”

@hntershunted

[anunkindncss]

“Do you make house calls to all of your coworkers when they call in sick, or am i just that special?”

@greedaeye

[jwyoungforever]

As promised, Wooyoung arrived at Daehyun's work with coffee and treats for everyone. He had never actually gotten the opportunity to meet the lawyer's staff as most of the time when he visited, they were there alone. After learning that there were even a few fans among them, he couldn't pass up the opportunity to stop by during their actual working hours. Besides, he should get to know the people Daehyun worked with anyway. They all sounded like good people.

When he arrived, he had help from one of his own staff members that had driven him there to bring everything inside. He happily greeted everyone and told them all to help themselves; there was plenty to go around. For Daehyun's coffee, he personally delivered it to them with a muffin in case they wanted something to eat. Or, rather, he wanted to encourage them to eat since he knew they probably hadn't had anything other than coffee already.

"Everyone seems so nice," he commented, holding his own drink in his hand. "I hope this isn't disturbing your day too much though, hyung. But you should kick back for a bit anyway! You work too hard." He gave them a look, but quickly smiled. "It won't hurt you to take a few minutes off."

@dencesin

[thscharmngman]

"Hmmm? why wasn't the store opened on time?" "—Because Jon and I had a long fucking night hosting D&D yesterday. That's why." "So... Go pick your film and get out if you're going to jump down my throat."

"Yes I can smoke indoors."

@oddisms

[secretxxpaladaiseu]

Starter for @gryscled

Being out late at night wasn't usually an advisable thing for most people, let alone a small woman like Jinae. The fact she was a small bit of something like an internet celebrity probably just made the idea even worse. Maybe celebrity was probably not quite the right word, but she had a very large following and there had certainly been a few incidents along the way that put her on edge. Still, she was determined not to let them control her. At the end of the day, she was still a human with a life that she wanted to live.

Of course, how much of that life she truly got to live was up for debate. Tonight, though, she very much felt as if she was. Even if it was a small fraction of her life, it was something for herself. Jinae stood out as she walked down the street in her neon splattered hoodie, still shivering from the cold night air. Her stream had only ended an hour before, and so it was closer to 3 in the 'morning'. Pulling her phone from her pocket, she let herself get slightly distracted with it as she began skipping through songs, looking for something that she felt like listening to.

[cafebommie]

Starter for @sweetdreamsshootingstars

It was late at night, but Bom couldn't sleep. That meant, she was at the cafe helping out at 2 in the morning. Well, was. Currently, she had made her way outside and was sitting on the bench to cool off. The bakery was busy prepping for the morning rush, and it made the cafe grow quite warm inside. At first, the cool air didn't bother her bare arms, though she did start shivering the longer she sat out there. Unfortunately, her feet were far too comfortable to actually get up and move back inside.

[gctta-pace]

@quitethepirategal liked for a thing!

"Oh! This old thing?" the witch carefully pulls off her hat, offering it out. "Bought it off of some sketchy merchant when I was a teen.. tad worn out, but its one of those things you simply can't part with." "Pyrimidian silk -- or so I was told." She comments. "Might look much better on you."

[hvbris]

@multipleoccupancy . Theo's family gets bigger

The Baudelaires had been in New York for a few days now, living in the house of their new guardian: Theodore Beneventi. New York reminded Violet of the town where she grew up, only bigger. Much, much bigger.

Mr. Beneventi, who had told them they could call him Theo, seemed like their most normal guardian so far. For starters, he was not afraid of turning on the stove, which was very nice, because it meant the Baudelaires could enjoy a warm meal for the first time in a few weeks. There were no snakes in the house either, which, to be fair, was to be expected. And of course, here, they were not ordered to do horribly long and difficult chores.

The other thing that differed from their last guardians, was that Theo already had a family. He had a wife, Andrea, two sons, and a baby daughter, who was already getting along great with Sunny.

Violet felt like their luck might have finally turned. Even the terrifying shadow of Count Olaf didn't seem as scary, considering that Theo was an FBI agent. She did not usually consider herself lucky, not since the terrible fire that had killed her parents, at least. But for the first time in months, she was feeling much more hopeful than usual.

And, it's with that noteworthy hopefulness that she left the room she shared with her siblings, and tip-toed to the kitchen. It was still early in the morning, but she was awake and craving a glass of milk.

"Good morning," she said politely when she saw that the kitchen area wasn't empty. Theo was already there. He was very nice, and she already felt comfortable around him, so she poured herself a glass of milk. "The view is very beautiful from here," she commented, not only to make conversation but also because it was true.

[immortalmolloy]

@ismyverynaturethatofthedevil

Daniel was a bundle of nerves and excitement as he entered the bar. He hoped that he would meet someone tonight. Sure, he would like to get laid like any young man his age, but it was more than that. He hoped to meet someone special. Someone who was interesting and different than all of the other lame assholes Daniel had ever met. He was desperate for a real story, something no one else could write. He hoped that this would be the night that lightning would strike and illuminate his life.

He wasn’t exactly sure who he was searching for until his gaze stumbled upon him. The first thing Daniel noticed about him was how breathtakingly gorgeous this man was. Daniel was pretty sure he’d never seen anyone this devastatingly beautiful before. And there was something about him. Maybe it was his aura if you believed in that sort of thing. He seemed to radiate this electric energy that drew Daniel in like a magnet. He didn’t know what it was yet, but he just had a feeling that that this guy was unique. His gut told him that this guy had a story to tell. So he approached him and tried his best to act confident and cool.

“I mean, if something happens, I’m cool,” Daniel said. It was no secret to Daniel that a lot of queer people frequented this particular bar. Maybe he’d be extra lucky and he’d get a story as well as getting laid. Would someone so gorgeous and mysterious actually go for him though? “But I really want to interview you.”

[yunalai]

@couturiere

"I told you Gwen, they're gone!"

the hand that gripped around the other's wrist was rough enough to bruise, perfectly matching the shadowed visage of its owner.

rubble and dust settled around them, with distant fighting still ringing in both's ears. the wave that had come forward was heavy and brutal, an all-consuming avalanche of monstrosities that they could barely hold off amongst the two of them despite their age and experience.

Qiyana knew she could have called for help. should have called. but her pride had been too great. and now, she was forbidding a fellow guardian from jumping into the massacre.

anger framed her, but there was a hint of pain, too. there was nothing they could do for those people anymore. not without risking dying themselves.

hope is all a Star Guardian has. but Qiyana had lost hers long ago.

"we tried! you do not owe them miracles. I am not letting you get killed for the sake of half a dozen lives."

for if she stays alive, she can save hundreds more. maybe it isn't the star guardian way to act, but it is the best way to stay alive. survival is all that matters.

[mccncreatures]

His brain had been wracking over this case for weeks now. The Theriot kid was recovering as well as could be expected and the pressure from his father on the force was insane. It wasn’t enough that they had regular crime on their hands, what with the weather, but now he had to handle all the supernatural horseshit as well. He saw her approach from the corner of his eye and shook his head. “You don’t want to start with me today, Win.”

@ofwindydays

[anunkindncss]

⋆"I’m not jealous. i just know the intentions that someone like that has for you, even if you claim not to see them yourself.”

@myriaed

[jwyoungforever]

As soon as word of Wooyoung's incident with an alleged stalker had reached the manager, they were quick to hire a bodyguard to keep an eye on him despite him insisting that wasn't necessary. It was only once or twice that the person had approached him in public and that was done in crowded places. While he may have been left a little paranoid afterwards, he still felt a bodyguard was a bit too much. An overreaction by the company. Right?

It certainly took away a lot of his autonomy when it came to going out. All he wanted to do was go for a walk, but his manager alerted the agency they'd hired this bodyguard from so they could go out with him. Sighing, Wooyoung waited for them in the vestibule of the KQ building, head resting against the wall as he stared out the glass doors. He hadn't actually met them yet either– were they nice? Aloof? It might drive him a bit crazy if they wouldn't talk to him at all.

While his imagination toyed with different ideas, he noticed someone approaching the doors. He sat up in anticipation that it might be who he was waiting for. Did they even know what he looked like? Standing, he bowed slightly as the stranger entered the building. "Excuse me–"

@aggwaseon

[markhxffman]

[ Closed Starter for @looking-for-roleplay ]

Ever since Detective Mark Hoffman had made eye contact with FBI Agent Peter Strahm, he’d plagued his thoughts like a phantom. There was no room in his mind to be distracted by such simple things and yet he often found himself staring at his ceiling at night, thinking about the witty Agent who always seemed to be pissed off about something. Leading a double life had been so easy for the last couple of years once he’d found his rhythm. The whiskey and bourbon did a good job of drowning out the pain and regret. Maybe it was true that if you lied enough, you’d start to believe it.

Washing the blood off of his gloves for what seemed like the thousandth time, he felt his flip phone buzz. It was probably the office. Maybe a lead. It didn’t help that Strahm was like a goddamned bloodhound trying to sniff out the killer. Once he’d dried his hands off, he looked at his phone and noticed that it was Chief Matthews. He’d requested that Mark come in the next day on his day off to work on the case. Mark sighed and answered ‘Sounds good’, shoving it back into his pocket so he could get back to what he’d been doing.

When he finally walked into the office the next morning, dark circles were evident under his eyes. He hadn’t been sleeping, nor would he start now. Glancing up to see Peter Strahm with that hip cocked out as he leaned over something, he felt that nagging feeling that said ‘don’t let him get to you’.

“Morning,” he grumbled over his coffee, sliding past him to grab the files for the case. “You’re here bright and early.”

His tone indicated that it was a jab.

[secretxxpaladaiseu]

Starter for @gryscled

A rough night was a good way to describe Jaeyoung's night so far, though it wasn't exactly abnormal. Not for her, anyways. She had gotten used to things going anything but smooth, with the only exception being the whiskey that was usually in her hand. Usually.

Right now, she was outside of the bar, and they didn't exactly like someone just standing around with a bottle of Jack in their hands. That was fine, however, as Jae didn't have any intentions of going back to this particular bar tonight. Leaning against the wall, she brought a cigarette up to her busted lips, patting her pockets for a lighter before realizing she must have dropped it somewhere. "Hey, do you have a lighter?" She called out to the first person that started to walk by her, completely ignorant of the forming bruises and scrape on her face. Then again, if they had been inside of the bar just ten minutes before, they were probably witness to the fight that she had just been a part of.