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kindnesspvnk​:

Emmett just grinned waiting for Derek to respond.  When he did, Emmett acted like a proud father at a baseball game.  “They are!  I made them myself!  They shouldn’t spill once you crack it.  Though I’m going to be honest with you.  I don’t know if hard boiled eggs get non hard after they been boiled.  Like do they become raw again after a while?”

derek took perhaps the greatest risk of his life, cracking the egg against the dirty new york city bus bench, far away from him like he did expect it to leak across the seat. “no, eggs don’t get re-raw.” he didn’t say it with much venom, but more like an exhausted parent. “how long ago did you make these, exactly?” you could never be too careful. he started to peel it, flicking shell fragments on the ground for the birds.

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intcxicvted​:

immediate  dread  washed  over  maeve  as  soon  as  the  empty  seat  beside  her  was  no  longer  vacant.  figured  it  was  some  guy  wanting  to  hit  on  her  with  cheesy  and  gross  pick-up  lines,  a  common  occurrence.  but  the  presence  of  an  all  too  familiar  face  put  her  mind  at  ease  within  seconds.  ❝  jane  eyre.  heard  of  it  ?  ❞  a  stupid  question,  really.  who  hadn’t  heard  of  jane  eyre  ?

jo hummed. “jane eyre? is that the one with zombies or vampires?” he peered over at the book like this was his first time seeing it. without laughing or indicating that it had been a joke, he just shook his head. “no, uh, i wrote my senior thesis in high school on what a contemptable and irredeemable bitch eliza is. i got a b, and i think it was just for linguistic choices.” he cracked a smile, finally. “your first time reading it? what do you think?”

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heartsfm​:

“ that’s good. you dropped out so suddenly i didn’t think it would have even been a thought. ” no. no it wasn’t good ; dean was thirty by the time he got his g.e.d ? and he’s done nothing with it since ? not that there’s much to do with a g.e.d in the first place, but cas is still baffled by the earlier admission from dean that he’s working in the auto shop. he’s not spoken to him in a long while, but he’s willing to bet that he hasn’t changed that much that he’s now wanting to work in the exact place he had hated as a teenager. “ there’s nothing else ? ” it doesn’t sound like much of a life, not that he’s a right to comment on it. he doesn’t want to imagine that dean’s whole life now revolves around caring for his father. “ there’s gotta be more than that, we’re talking twenty-five years here. ”

dean’s face jumped straight past closed-off and impassive. it was where he had started this little conversation, because he wasn’t sure where they were going to be going. but now they’d rounded the corner into something that dean still was unable to look at head-on, twenty-five years after it happened. instead, he got angry, taking a step toward castiel. of course he had no intention to hurt him, but there was a low-level rage on his face. “what’s that supposed to mean, more than that? trust me, cas, it’s plenty. what, you think you’re better than me because you went off to school and now you’re a doctor? you think that because you’ve got some office, your life is so much better than mine? screw you.” 

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intcxicvted​:

❝  is  that  what  you  think  ?  i’m  almost  offended.  ❞  a  throaty  laugh  paired  with  a  shake  of  her  head.  it  wouldn’t  necessarily  be  the  complete  truth  if  maeve  were  to  say  that  she  wouldn’t  get  a  kick  out  of  teasing  draco.  however,  she  could  still  do  that  just  between  the  two  of  them.  ❝  c’mon, if  we’re  going  to  be  equals  in  this  relationship,  we  should  split  it.  ❞ 

“you should know that my friendship has benefits far beyond splitting the check.” draco took another furtive glance over at the bar before he let himself relax completely. “i understand that there are two redeeming qualities about this place-- that i live upstairs and that they don’t card. but i looked today, i googled it, and there are 23,000 places that serve alcohol in new york city. i would be happy to take you to any one of them, because i’m a fantastic boyfriend.”

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starltwake​:

❛    𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃  𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄  𝐌𝐄    if  i  told  you  i  don’t  get  out  much ?    ❜          wasn’t  his  fault .    not  entirely .    his  mother   &   father  had  always  kept  a  very  close  watch  on  him .    he  knew  they  meant  well ,  that  they  were  only  looking  out  for  him ,  but  it  did  feel  quite  suffocating  at  times .    quite  lonely ,  even .    remus  could  count  on  one  hand  the  amount  of  close  friends  he  had .    his  parents  would  probably  be  panicked  if  they  knew  where  he  was  right  now ,  even ,  but  he’s  also  gotten  quite  good  at  stretching  the  truth  to  them  when  he  needs  some  fresh  air .    besides ,  he’s  felt  fairly  great  almost  all  month .    meaning  this  time  next  week ,  strangely  lining  up  with  the  lunar  cycle  as  always ,  he  was  probably  going  to  be  on  death’s  doorstep .    so  why  not  have  a  hurrah ?    why  not  sip  a  beer   &   smile  at  a  handsome  boy ?    he  deserved  that  much .         ❛    or  is  my  party - people  aura  throwing  you  off ?    ❜         he  jokes ,  a  little  lamely ,  but  still .

@absolutesfm​​​     .     CLOSED  STARTER  ,  ft.  sirius  black . 

“you could have fooled me.” if sirius didn’t want to speak up in the crowded bar, he had to get even closer in the small, circular booth. he bumped their knees together as he moved over, before he reclaimed his drink. it was a small glass of bright green liquid, because sirius was the kind of person who considered midori and vodka to be a cocktail by itself. “i mean, what’s keeping you inside?” his smile said jokes, but his eyes were interested. he listened to every word that remus had to say. “afraid you’re going to get mobbed every time you leave the house?”

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intcxicvted​:

the  immediate  panic  that  had  washed  over  her  quickly  subsided  akin  to  that  of  the  speed  in  which  it  had  came.  carrie  didn’t  want  to  be  the  sole  witness  of  an  untimely  accident  today,  even  more  so  when  it  would  indirectly  be  her  who  was  at  fault.  and  even  if  that  weren’t  the  case,  in  some  ways  she  would  blame  herself  anyway,  just  for  being  nearby.  the  long  day  comment  struck  as  a  little  odd,  primarily  because  it  was  only  the  early  afternoon.  then  again,  everyone  experienced  their  days  differently.  ❝  perhaps  if  i  could  keep  you  company  to  avoid  anymore  incidents  within  the  next  10  minutes  or  so…  that  would  definitely  put  my  mind  at  ease.  ❞  it  was  at  the  risk  of  coming  across  as  a  little  too  invasive,  but  the  young  girl  wanted  to  ensure  that  no  harm  would  come  to  him  in  his  apparent  dazed  state.

“i feel like i should be giving you a talk about stranger danger here,” steve said, but he still pulled himself away from the curb. “but i’m going to let you walk me to the a train anyway, because i haven’t really proven that i’m not going to fall onto the tracks.” he gave a small, self-deprecating smile, finally stashing his phone and whatever he had been looking at with it. “do you make a habit out of this, keeping strangers company?” it wasn’t analytical, just looking to make conversation. steve was a simple man. “don’t tell me that you were just milling around.”

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heartsfm​:

“ i’m not always the only one person working here at a single time, you know ? ” because god help anybody who would trust harry to man an entire pub on his own, it would be chaos incarnate in the worst way, and it’s not like he’s got the time to scan the entire area to make sure he’s the only bartender present, he’s a little preoccupied at present. “ yeah, i get it now. thanks. ” if his sarcasm could have been anymore prominent, he would have been oozing it. “ didn’t say i was, just said that i am when you’re talking, and i’m sure there’s other that would agree. ”

draco just snorted out his response. he took another look around the bar. say he lowered his standards. that opened up mybe two other people. he could spend half an hour talking to both of them, get absolutely nowhere, and it would be a waste of the night. or he could keep sitting at the bar here, and take home what was a sure thing. “what time are you off tonight?” he asked, innocently enough. it was getting late as it was. “i’m going to have to go water the houseplants soon, if nothing else.”

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heartsfm​:

cas did mean for the question to refer to how sam and dean were recently, after sam leaving for college. he doesn’t know how any of it has gone since then, since he have dean fell out of touch twenty-five years ago and have only just reconnected now, despite cas maintaining his friendship with the younger winchester all this time. “ that’s good to hear, nice to see that his education paid off in the end. ” sam’s achieved the dream job he’s been working towards, cas has been a doctor for twelve years, and dean has ended up exactly where he used to tell castiel that he didn’t want to, but he isn’t going to bring that up. “ yeah, i never intended to be, but jack - i guess sometimes you just know. i was going to adopt him when he was younger, but with med school it would have been too much, but it worked out. ” he explains. “ i am.. are you ? ”

dean made a noncommittal noise. now, so far removed from it, of course he could be grateful that sam had had all of those opportunities, and that he had the chance to do something that he really loved. he never, never begrudged sam the opportunity to go to college, even though he didn’t think that it was going to be a possibility. his only goal had been to get sam through high school, and then figured that he would start at the garage. maybe then john would see that sam had more potential outside of it. he had been quiet for too long, and he cleared his throat, having really missed the window to answer “yeah. you know, i get out of bed in the morning. ...got my g.e.d., like... ten years ago, now? right after i turned thirty.”

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jo missed the days in college where he wrote for the newspaper, but one of the things that he would never, ever miss were the man on the street interviews. he wasn’t the type to just approach people in public. but there was one thing that was worse than social anxiety, and that was writer’s block. it was an old trick, to approach someone and then take away the values, write about it. he left his laptop at his table at the pub, taking a seat at the bar instead. “what are you reading?” no introduction, no greeting.

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𝘾𝙇𝙊𝙎𝙀𝘿 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝘿𝙀𝘼𝙉 𝙒𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙃𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍  —  𝙁𝙏. 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙉𝙇𝙀𝙔 𝙐𝙍𝙄𝙎 !

new  york  city  was  full  of  excitement  and  energy,  millions  walking  the  streets  with  every  passing  day.  it  wasn’t  a  secret  that  not  all  of  that  excitement  was  positive,  and  that  was  no  exception  today.  the  short  stroll  to  the  grocery  store  had  been  delayed  with  the  commotion  of  a  crowd  stopping  the male  from  going  any  further.  coming  to  a  halt  beside  another  towards  the  back  of  the  group,  stan  tried  to  peer  over  the  bunch  of  heads  but  couldn’t  manage  to  see  a  thing.  ❝  do  you  know  what's  happening ?  ❞ @absolutesfm​​

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“oh, man, get in line!” dean ushered stan right in there with him, making room for him to stand next to him. it was more of a loose blob than a line, but there was at least two dozen people standing outside of this bakery, waiting for them to open for the afternoon. “this place is doing canoluts. cannoli donuts. in the morning you have to call ahead, but they do a second batch in the afternoon. come on.”

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❛      𝐇𝐄𝐘  𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓    —   don’t  touch  the  pie  in  the  fridge .    ❜         it’s  an  afterthought  because  he’s  used  to  allowing  sirius  full  range  of  his  kitchen .    not  that  he  does  much  damage  to  sam’s  array  of  health  bars   &   kale  salad  leftovers .    mostly  sam  has  to  sneak  health  food  into  sirius .        ❛     that’s  for  my  brother’s  birthday  on  sunday .    you  can  have  anything  else  in  there  that  you  want .    ❜

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“you know that i should be the one buying you food,” sirius insisted for perhaps the thousandth time over the course of the relationship. he’s already nose-deep in the fridge when he gets called out on it, but he returns with a carton of eggs and sets them on the counter. “is he coming over? you want me to skedaddle for it? or i can make time. hell, i can bake another pie by then. this one special?”

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ofrunaways​:

“And let my you suffer in your loneliness? Please, I could never do that to you. Unless, of course, you’re wanting to hit the dating scene?” Charlie teased, a knowing grin plastered on her face. She was pretty damn sure Dean wasn’t gonna agree to that, so she’d continue enjoying her singleness. Flirting was fun, as was the occasional hook up, but a serious relationship? Or even just dating? The thought of that brought an uneasy feeling to her stomach. She wasn’t ready. Not yet. “What about that guy I keep telling you about? You can’t avoid him forever- I mean, okay, you totally can, but you shouldn’t. He’s your type, real dreamy, you’d love him.”

dean immediately choked on his beer. oh,god, hearing it said so plainly like that was something that only charlie and sam usually had the guts to do to him, and he waved her suggestion down frantically while he continued to choke up the beer that he was dry-drowning on into his arm. “no, you’re not going to set me up with some dentist in midtown that you know because you think his eyes sparkle when he laughs.” he didn’t have to do the air quotes, there was enough ichor dripping off of his voice. “i can avoid him forever, and i will. what would i do, bring him home? we were talking about you. what, you’re not sick of the same six, uh... whaddya call it, bumble conversations over and over?”

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gvddamn​:

❛ oh , forethought’s what we’re calling it now ? ❜ her gaze drops to the phone he offers , bewilderment mixed with a unique sort of amusement dances across her eyes , though hermione shakes it away and waves the offer off with a harsh sigh . ❛ let me … ❜ she steps forward , unbridled where she shoulders past him to slot against the door , ear pressed to the old wood in strain to hear any sign of life on the other side . ❛ nothing to report , ❜ she mumbles , jiggling the doorknob as if that’ll do more than what’s already been done . she relents after a moment , steps back and inspects the doorjamb as she speaks to him over her shoulder . ❛ i would’ve thought you’d love the fanfare of a high school tour group audience . you could sing your own praises , and they’d sing them right back to you - wouldn’t that be lovely ? ❜

derek just gave a quiet aggravating noise, something much more akin to a scoff than the growl that had instinctively wanted to come out of him. maybe that was a sign that maybe he was a little too isolated. there would have been a time where he would have thought there was no such thing. given that the knocking didn’t do anything, now he turns the knob hard and keeps it turned, giving the doorway a firm shove with his shoulder, which only serves to make the wood squeak dangerously. “yes, i’m constantly seeking the syncophantic acclaims of teenagers who are completely unfamiliar with my work.” he looked toward her, letting go of the door, seeming to lose focus on it. “i suppose you’d wait until they were only just in earshot to openly criticize them.”

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♡ ˙ elliot fletcher, he/him, 23 / JO MARCH has been displaced !! originally from LITTLE WOMEN, HE (/HIM) has found themselves in new york city, without their memories .they’re currently working as a GHOSTWRITER & tend to come across as OUTSPOKEN, PRINCIPLED but also ROUGH, & AFRAID . we’ll see if their SINGLE CANDLE ON A WRITER’S DESK, ICE SKATES WITH THE TOES WORN THROUGH, & THE HEMS OF YOUR PANTS COMPLETELY BURNED OFF personality will be their downfall or their saving grace in these streets.

jo march. no, the jo isn’t short for anything, yes, it’s his legal name. (:

jo and his siblings were raised in the boston suburb of concord, a moderately-sized town that gave access to the city, where jo spent every second that he could.

he came to new york for college, where he would say that he had more of a community of likeminded people than friends, although he’s certainly developed a few of those over time.

he works as a ghostwriter, which means that he’s in some stage of writing absolutely all the time. usually writing in the library, a coffee shop, or a pub-- not a big fan of writing at home. he likes to separate the office and personal life as much as possible.

not a big fan of most of his assignments. not wildly passionate about the work, but he has a few personal projects up in the air at any time.

is transgender, has been out since late in high school, doesn’t mention it much to people unless they’re also trans or genderqueer. 

has a strong affinity for being single, and not even a particular fan of going on dates. 

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heartsfm​:

“ how was i supposed to figure that out ? why would you not have just said that they were speaking to me ? ” the compliment half of the sentence isn’t completely lost on him, but he’s far too focused on the confusing. “ well, yeah, and i’m obviously a lot higher than a five. ” not that he’s self-centred at all, just confident.“ i didn’t say that i was, did i ? just that i’m more focused on making drinks and actually working than i am pretending to be a commentator on some sort of cheesy reality show. and you’d be surprised how much talking to you can drain a person. ”

draco touched at his forehead, because he was pretty sure that, had intelligence been at all a part of his complex ranking system, harry would have just dropped down at least two full points overall. but, luckily, he wasn’t looking for a life partner here. “you’re the bartender. do you see another bartender? i said that they walked up to the bartender. that’s you.” he over-explained it, becuase if there was another miscommunication on that, he would simply have to leave. “i’m well aware of all of the different effects i have on other people. you aren’t always complaining.”

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heartsfm​:

cas frowns at the implication, because to him the two situations aren’t that similar ; sam had left to go to college, and he had come back, but gabriel had ran away when cas was fourteen and didn’t understand the situation, and cas hasn’t seen him since, twenty-six years on and not a word, but he understands the feeling of being left behind. “ how are you and sam ? ” he recalls neither dean nor john taking sam heading off to college lightly, though he knows it was definitely more their father than dean himself, something he’s content to stand by. “ i get it. jack’s twenty-four now, independent, and with work and him studying there’s not much time we really get to spend together, but we always make the time. ” because he’d rather spend his spare time with his son than on blind dates with strangers or any other form of dating, especially given that work occupies the vast majority of his time, though it’s something he’s never minded.  

dean didn’t take the question how it was almost certainly intended, how is the relationship between you and your brother. it bounced off of him as a question about their well-being. “uh, good. he’s a hotshot lawyer now, if you need something like that. he mostly works with, like, kids and social workers, though. it’s pretty cool of him. lots of people that need something like that. we see each other once a week, at least. right? i mean, you gotta. i get it. they gotta live their own lives, but doesn’t mean that you’re not ever gonna see them again. ...never thought you were gonna be the single dad type, y’know? but i guess, if that’s how it all broke down... better that you’re, y’know, happy.”