HOW DREARY.

𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧 "𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩" 𝙮𝙤𝙤𝙣. for nepofm.

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charles melton.   he/they. male.      › spotted   at   the   met   steps   ,   peter  “eight"  yoon   ,   most   likely   listening   to   i  hate  it   by   again&again   with   their   airpods   pro   .   the   twenty - eight  year  old  gained   quite   a   reputation   ,   known   to   be   -argumentative  &  critical    yet   +loyal  &  intelligent   to   anyone   who   knows   them   .   you'll   easily   spot   them   when   you   hear  about  eight  never  letting  others  refer  to  him  by  his  first  name  or  last  name  ,  the  smell  of  cigarettes  that  cling  to  his  cable  knit  ,  cream  sweater  ,  or  him  working  nights  so  late  he  leaves  later  than  his  father   ,   followed   by   peach  tea  &  vanilla  ice  cream   .   latest   nepoupdates   article   talks   about   latest   gossipabout   your   muse   eight  storming  out  of  his  uncle's  clinic  ,  screaming  , ’ you  tell  her  or  i  will! ’   ,   but   i   guess   any   reputation   is   good   reputation   .  

under the cut you will find : his carrd link with bio and such( also attached to the photo ) , wanted connections and a small intro to me !!!

here’s his carrd. all bio information , statistics , everything about the little shitters in there . it should be mobile friendly but if you need a ss lmk !

quick about. half cousin to paige and cousin of teagan . eight moved to the states with his family in order to be closer to his idol at the time ( his uncle , paige and teagan's father ) as well as try and escape the monotony of his father's "dull" life of taking care of his grandparents , living a very average , middle class family . he was lucky enough to be able to stay with his cousins during his high school as well as through college and med school ; with the help of his uncle's housing and a bit of his money with scholarships to get him through it .

eight found out about his uncle's affair / cheating in med school , and essentially held it above his uncle's head in order to make sure his dad was a good father to his cousins, but even still hated his uncle for doing something like that to his aunt , his cousins , and his family , especially considering eight had idolized the man before he found out . however , when confronting his uncle about it recently , confessing that he couldn't keep it from his cousins any longer , his uncle threatened to ruin his reputation , his ability to transfer to any other hospitals , essentially ruining his career as a surgeon .

he acted as a guardian figure to his sisters whenever his aunt and uncle were out even though he was still growing up . he ended up being top of his class in college , and in med school and residency all while being engaged to his abusive fiance — and only recently broke up with her . outside of that interactions can most likely found with him being snarky unless he’s specifically has a soft spot for your muse .

wanted plots. best buddies , coworker rivalry , unrequited crush on either end ...... i’m so basic but i want all the plots and i’m always a sucker with jerks with a heart of gold who has a soft spot for one (1) person so pls . 

about me. im bunny , or lila , whichever u want . im 23 , use all pronouns and i'm clinically addicted to league . my discord is soworakas , so please feel free to reach out for plots or just to chat!

[delicatlueur]

                    wicked   grin   unfurls   across   lips   —   wide   ,   dangerous   ,   and   fueled   by   the   absolute   delight   of   seeing   peter   yoon   irritated   .       “   ‘   zero   reason   ’   ?       ha   ha   .       maybe   before   i   didn’t   have   a   reason   .       you   weren’t   even   on   my   radar   ,   like   ,   seriously   .       absolutely   .       fucking   .       unmemorable   .       until   you   started   sniffing   around   my   best   friend   .   ”       and   to   be   absolutely   clear   ,   nia   knows   she’s   wrong   .       knows   she’s   harassing   someone   simply   because   they   might       (   and   she   doesn’t   even   know   for   sure   )       have   gone   on   a   date   with   the   girl   she   likes   …       loves   …       right   after   nia   kissed   her   .       so   ,   yeah   …       her   feelings   feel   justified   ,   even   if   her   actions   aren’t   .       nia   is   hurting   ,   and   they’re   intense   ,   and   someone’s   gotta   pay   .       eight   is   just   …       caught   up   in   this   whole   …       tangled   mess   of   dramatic   ,   obsessive   friendship - slash - relationship   situation   that   overflows   with   scheming   ,   cheating   and   all - out   sabotage   .       and   it’s   not   fair   ,   not   really   ,   they   know   !       nia   tried   to   hate   juno   ,   they   really   did   .       but   it’s   juno   .       it’s   always   been   juno   .       so   instead   ,   all   that   anger   and   hurt   gets   dumped   on   eight   .       “   did   you   just   call   me   a   ‘   pick   me   girl   ’   ?       don’t   you   see   how   misogynistic   that   is   ,   peter   ?       and   why   ,   why   in   the   world   would   i   want   attention   here   ?       i   don’t   need   attention   ,   especially   not   yours   .       all   i   want   is   for   you   to   be   miserable   .       that’s   it   .       hope   that   clears   things   up   for   you   .   ”       a   theatrical   shrug   ,   all   mock   sincerity   .       “   awww   ,   thanks   for   the   concern   ,   jackass   .       but   i’m   feeling   pretty   great   right   now   .       how   about   you   practice   what   you   preach   and   check   in   with   those   hospital   therapists   ,   huh   ?       careful   though   ,   that   giant   stick   up   your   ass   might   make   the   waiting   room   chair   uncomfortable   .       oh   ,   and   get   yourself   a   yogurt   parfait   while   you're   at   it   —   those   appointments   can   take   forever   .   ”

[drearieds]

           AND  MAYBE  the  insult  to  character  would  hurt  more  if  it  weren't  coming  from  someone  who  clearly  speaks  out  of  their  own  anger  and  irritation  with  themself  ,  but  it's  hard  to  be  upset  looking  at  NIA  when  she  throws  tantrum  like  petulant  child  in  front  of  him  ---  and  at  some  point  ,  he  was  no  better  :  unable  to  deal  with  his  own  feelings  so  speaking  and  spitting  fire  out  until  there  was  nothing  left  of  the  person   &   nothing  left  of  him  .  "  no  ,   but  i  should  have  called  you  an  insufferable  moron  with  the  emotional  quotient  of  a  dead    gold  fish  ,  "   eight  retorts  back  ,  "  because  clearly  you're  in  desparate  need  of  attention  of  your  so  called  BEST  FRIEND  that  you're  harrassing  her  other  friends  .   what  kind  of  loser  does  that  ?  "  he  condescends  ,  looking  down  at  the  other  ,  a  smile  of  disbelief  appearing  on  his  face  .  "  and  yeah  ,  maybe  therapy  has  done  me  good  .  maybe  that's  why  i'm  not  the  one  harrassing  people  i  BARELY  KNOW  .  why  i  still  have  a  friendship  with  juno  instead  of  scrambling  for  scraps  and  laying  CLAIM  to  her  like  some  territorial  dog  who  claims  to  be  her  best  friend  ,  "   he  snorts  .  "  shame  me  all  you  want  ,  make  fun  of  me  ,  but  we  both  know  you're  just  an  overreactive  petulant  kid  throwing  a  temper  tantrum  because  you  didn't  get  your  way  .  whatever  it  is  you  have  with  juno  ,  i'm  ---   "     he  lets  out  a  laugh  of  disbelief  ,  "   i'm  over  it  .  talk  to  her  .  don't  .  either way , leave  me  the  hell  alone  .  "

[rhiannvns]

        “  i’m  sure  the  rain  will  ease  up  once  we  get  to  the  point  where  it’s  consistently  seventy  degrees  ,  ”  ria  muses  with  a  hum  .  and  while  inconvenient  ,  there’s  something  nice  about  the  rain  .  relaxing  .  feels  like  she  does  some  of  her  best  work  whenever  it’s  raining  .  she’ll  turn  ,  quirking  a  brow  at  the  other  .  “  oh  i’m  sorry  ,  did  i  slip  into  italian  ?  ”  words  are  dripping  with  sarcasm  .  “  aperol  .  bright  red-orange  in  color  .  tastes  deceivingly  bitter  .  but  apparently  pairs  well  with  prosecco  .  won’t  send  you  to  the  hospital  if  you  accidentally  ingest  it  because  it’s  not  air  freshener  .  ”

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            A  NON  AMUSED  expression  lingers  on  the  surgeon's  features  ,  swears  he  ALMOST  feels  his  eye  twitch  .   "   my  bad  .  RIGHT  .  i  forgot  to  study  my  pop  culture  and  daddy's  money  study  guide  before  leaving  the  apartment  today  .  i'll  do  better  about  that  ,  "   eight  to  roll  his  eyes  ,  but  will  still  make  it  a  point  to  run  a  google  search  on  his  phone  .  AH  ,  that's  why  he  doesn't  know  what  it  is  :  more  of  a  whiskey  at  divebar  type  of  person  himself  ...   "   THAT  ...  looks  radioactive  .  are  you  sure  it  won't  send  you  to  the  hospital  ?  'cause  it  looks  like  it  might  .   "

[dicnna]

♡     ◞        location ... dianna's penthouse ♡     ◞        timestamp ... 4.32pm ♡     ◞        featuring ... dianna and your muse! ( @nepofmstarters )

❝  should  i  cook  something  for  us?  ❞  dianna  ponders,  head  turning  to  [  your  muse  ]  for  an  answer.  they  flash  the  other  a  charming  smile.  ❝  it's  been  a  while  since  i've  had  a  good  ol'  homemade  meal  at  home.  what  do  you  say  —  you  down  for  some  aglio  olio? i  promise  it'll  be  better  than  last  time.  ❞

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         EIGHT  offers  the  other  a  look  between  faux  offense  and  INCREDULOUSNESS  ;   waving  off  her  comment  .  "   is  that  supposed  to  be  a  CRACK  at  my  cooking  skills  ?  i'll  have  you  know  ---  "   he  blanches  at  the  memory  of  his  own  attempt  to  cook  ,  "  i  didn't  know  it  was  possible  to  set  pasta  on  fire  .  now  i   know  ,  "   he  says  ,  with  just  the  slightest  hint  of  blush  tinging  his  features  ,  if  only  out  of  embarrassment  .  "   i  mean  ,  whatever  .  cook  if  you  WANT  .  i  was  more  than  down  to  just  order  a  pizza  and  whine  about  my  terribly  awful  life  .  "

[dearpaige]

          "what are you talking about? taylor didn't write the albatross about me."   scoffs,  arms folding,  pink donned girl is truly lying through her teeth  -  and some things will never change.  "she texted me like, two weeks before release. it's obviously the bolter. jeeze." ( @nepofmstarters )

[drearieds]

         IT'S  LIKE  his  sister  is  speaking  witch's  words  :  watch  overtired  &  overworked  surgeon  instead  give  her  a  POINTED  look  up  from  his  ipad  .   "   i  miss  the  days  i'd  understand  what  you  were  talking  about  .   so  when  you  were  like  ,  four  and  barely  sentient  ,   "   eight  says  ,  perhaps  a  bit  too  bluntly  ,  but  he  does  mean  WELL  .   he  always  does  ,  when  it  comes  to  paige  .  "  is  taylor  a  new  friend  of  yours  ,  or  ...  ?  what  lore  did  i  miss  this  time  ?  "

[rhiannvns]

＊   𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗡  𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥          ››         @nepofmstarters ＊   𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚          ››         ria  &  your  muse   ＊   𝗟𝗢𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡          ››          chelsea  ,  manhattan

         “  nothing  screams  spring  in  new  york  like  restaurants  bringing  out  the  outdoor  patio  furniture  ,  ”  ria  comments  to  [  your  muse  ]  as  they  walk  past  what  is  probably  the  fifth  restaurant  of  the  day  with  brightly  colored  outdoor  furniture  .  “  especially  when  the  weather  hits  seventy  degrees  .  and  is  it  me  or  is  every  restaurant  throwing  aperol  spritzes  on  the  seasonal  menu  ?  ”

[drearieds]

he's RUNNING his hands on some of the gated off patio fence , collecting rain absentmindedly when the other turns to him . " unfortunate that it's also RAINY season , " but he doesn't seem too UNHAPPY , sunshine peeking through dark storm clouds seeming to do him some good . a pause . " a what ? english , munchkin . what the hell is an aerosol spritz ? like ... febreeze ? "

[adcgios]

“   maybe  ,   ”   she   conceded   with   a   delicate   shrug   and   a   simpering   smile  ,   brows   raised   playfully   in   his   direction  .   “   but   you’re   saying   that   you   don’t   believe   that   this   …   mushy   bowl   of   soggy   noodles   and   artificial   cheese   is   absolute   culinary   genius   at   its   finest  ?   ”   she’d   raised   a    hand   to   her   chest   with   an   expression   of   mock   disbelief   on   her   face  ,    but   a   giggle   cut   through   her   facade  ,   open  -  mouthed   shock   melting   into   light   amusement  .   “   no  ,    obviously    it’s  ,   uh  ,   only   somewhat   edible  ...   but   you’ve   gotta    make   the   best   of   what   you’ve   got  .   ”   nose   scrunching   at   the   texture   as   she   put   her   fork   back   in    the   bowl  ,   she   shook   her   head  with   a   defeated   laugh  .   “   or    you   could   just   doordash   something   better  .   ”

[drearieds]

a SNORT . " i think if i had to choose between eating that for the millionth time , and eating glass , the glass seems infinitely more appetizing , " he says , shaking his head . " it's good when you haven't ate anything in your 18 hour SHIFT , which is when i usually ate it , but i stopped after --- " peter grimaces . " nevermind . i don't want to ruin your appetite anymore than that will . " motions to the mac and cheese . " you know , i've tried , but they always get super confused ? and cancelling the order , leaving me with no food . so i guess i'm just traumatized from that . better shitty food than no food , right ? "

[teagvns]

＊   𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗗  𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥          ››         @drearieds ＊   𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚          ››         teagan  &  eight   ＊   𝗟𝗢𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡          ››          tbd  bar  ,  manhattan

         “  well  family  dinner  was  …  ”  she  elects  not  to  finish  her  response  .  “  i  honestly  don’t  know  why  he  insists  on  these  monthly  dinners  .  it’s  not  like  my  relationship  is  the  best  .  and  is  it  me  or  are  things  between  you  and  him  even  worse  than  before  ?  ”

[drearieds]

he clears his THROAT , swirling WHISKEY in his own glass , downing the REST of it with a face and shake of his head . " what ever could you mean ? that dinner did not just make me ten times more suicidal than i already was , " and eight freezes at his sister's comment . " they're about as BAD as they always have been . why --- what ... " he pauses , clears his throat , " what makes you say that ? " was it the way that any little thing turned into bickering ? or was it the constant roll of eyes and snapping at each other ?

[adcgios]

𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 : open starter , @nepofmstarters 𝒘𝒉𝒐 : mai & anyone 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 : chelsea market , meatpacking district

“  not   to   be   dramatic  ,  ”   she   began  ,   placing   down   her   fork in order to better   wax   poetic   about   her   lunch  .   “  but   this   is   the   best   mac   n  ’   cheese   i’ve   ever   had   in   my   life  .   i   swear   they   put   something   in   this   to   make   it   so   addicting  —  besides   cheese  ,   obviously  .  ”   scooping   a   generous   forkful  ,   she   holds   it   out   across   the   small   table   in   offering  .  “  here  ,   try   it  .   if   it’s   not   the   most   delicious   bite   of   your   life  ,   i’ll   treat   you   to   whatever   you   want  .  ”

[drearieds]

          it's  endearing  ,  to  say  the  LEAST  ,  and  words  will  get  caught  in  his  throat  :  something  so  easily  innocent  and  SWEET  ---  it's  hard  to  believe  that  people  like  that  exist  in  this  side  of  the  city  .  "  i  ---  "   he  gives  her  a  small  smile  ,   "  it's  hospital  mac  and  cheese  .  it  can't  be  that  good  .  "   he's  never  regarded  hospital  food  as  good  .  "   your  standards  might  be  ...  significantly  lower  than  they  should  be  .  "

[delicatlueur]

                    face   scrunches   up   ,   that   familiar   hot   flash   of   irritation   starting   from   the   back   of   his   neck   .       how   dare   eight   talk   about   lulu   like   that   ?       “   okay   ,   you   know   what   ?       forget   the   fucking   nose   .   i   don’t   even   care   anymore   .   ”       and   it’s   true   .       elias   doesn’t   care   .       in   fact   ,   his   nose   doesn’t   even   hurt   right   now   .       but   damn   ,   there’s   this   pain   ,   this   other   pain   —   the   pain   of   hearing   eight   talk   about   lulu   so   awfully   ,   and   stings   worse   than   any   punch   .       it’s   a   hollow   ache   spreading   in   his   gut   ,   a   bruise   forming   from   the   inside   out   .       “   just   leave   her   out   of   it   .       for   fuck’s   sake   ,   doesn’t   your   hippocratic   oath   cover   basic   respect   either   ?   ”

                    elias’   almost   pacing   now   ,   right   in   front   of   eight’s   booth   ,   pent - up   energy   spilling   over   .       “   you’re   such   a   condescending   dick   .       lulu   is   her   own   person   ,   not   some   puppy   .       she   chooses   her   own   friends   ,   and   she   chose   me   .       and   yeah   ,   i   screw   up   ,   i   get   involved   where   i   shouldn’t   ,   and   i   make   a   whole   lot   of   stupid   mistakes   .       she   doesn’t   always   agree   with   me   ,   but   she’s   there   when   it   counts   .       she’s   there   to   help   me   up   —   just   like   i’m   there   for   her   .       you   wouldn’t   understand   that   ,   would   you   ?       wouldn’t   know   a   damn   thing   about   that   .       must   suck   to   be   that   bitter   you   can’t   even   recognize   what   a   real   friend   looks   like   .   ”

                    and   it’s   a   good   thing   there’s   a   booth   between   them   —   a   wooden   booth   and   counter   ,   at   that   .       because   elias   ?       he’s   ready   to   explode   ,   even   if   it   means   upsetting   lulu   ,   even   if   it   means   breaking   his   promise   to   try   to   avoid   trouble   .       but   eight   …       he’s   trash - talking   them   ,   trash - talking   lulu   ,   and   elias   can’t   take   it   .       all   he   wants   is   to   wipe   the   floor   with   the   jerk   in   front   of   him   .       (   okay   ,   yeah   ,   he   probably   can’t   beat   eight   ,   but   so   what   ?       that   doesn’t   change   his   mind   —   he’ll   lose   ,   break   some   ribs   ,   whatever   ,   but   eight’s   gonna   feel   it   too   !   )   .

[drearieds]

         and  it's  cute  ,  the  way  he  DOUBLES  down  on  it  ,  running  to  her  DEFENSE  like  some  knight  in  shining  armour  ,  but  it  only  makes  the  DOCTOR  want  to  press  harder  .   (   after  all   ---  maybe  it's  the  reality  check  ELIAS  needs  .   will  use  this  to  justify  it  ,  but  knows  the  truth  as  it  collects  in  the  bottom  of  his  throat  .   he  is  bitter  .  he  is  alone  .  and  elias  confirms  his  worse  fears  easily  in  the  BLINK  of  an  eye  .   )   "   oh  really  ,  i  am  a  dick  ?  i  am  so ,  so  sorry  for  hurting  your  little  feelings  ,  "  eight  says  ,  condescension  on  his  TONE  .  "  actually  ,  i  change  my  statement  .  i  thought  SHE  was  the  stupid  one  ,  but  clearly  ,  it's  you  TOO  .   "

       he  shakes  his  head  ,  a  snort  as  he  watches  elias  work  himself  up  into  a  TIZZY  .   "  she's  there  when  it  counts  .  she  ' chose '  you  .  you  say  she's  her  own  PERSON  ,  and  yet  ,  do  you  KNOW  where  she  went  instead  of  to  the  FUCKING  er  first  when  she  got  into  the  accident  ?   'cause  i  bet  you  do  . 'cause i know , since she saw me after you . you know , a FUCKING doctor .  "  a  condescending  SMILE  ,  head  canting  to  the  side  ,  just  trying  to  see  his  reaction  .   "  so  if  you  can't  see  how  pathetic  she  is  ,  then  maybe  she's  not  the  only  MORON  between  you  two  . "

      gaze  will  follow  his  pacing  ,  with  a  SNORT  ,  as  he  jutts  his  bottom  lip  out  .   "  what  ,  you  gonna  punch  me  like  everyone  else  has  you  ?  you  really  think  that's  going  to  solve  your  ISSUES  ?   god  ,  maybe  you're  more  pathetic  than  ALUNE  .  'cause  she  might  have  attachment  issues  ,  but  it's  better  than  your  ANGER  MANAGEMENT  issues  .  "

[rainforum]

“     yup,    ”     crossing his arms over his chest,     he pops the p of his answer,     “     yes,    i am the arachnid man,     not literally.    it would be cool,    though.     ”     benny grants the other with a simper,     not really phased as the other quite literally looked down at him.     it was funny,     really,     and he couldn’t even help himself from laughing when milk was brought into conversation.     “     any more,     ”     unwanted,     “    tips to grow taller?     i will be considering drinking more milk, trust.     ”

[drearieds]

    "   eh  ,  i  don't  think  you  could  ever  be  cool  .   so  don't  sweat  it  ,  lil'  man  ,  "   he  claps  the  other's  back  heartily  ,  CONDESCENION  lingering  on  his  tone  as  he  looks  down  at  the  other  .  given  that  the  other  doesn't  seem  too  shaken  ---  he's  in  between  doubling  down  and  letting  up  ,  but  he'll  play  along  .   "  don't  worry  .  if  you  ever  get  tall  enough  ,  you  might  be  even  be  the  best  of  the  three  .  "   in  reference  to  the  old  spiderman  movies  ,  before  ,  "  actually  ,  scratch  that  .  you'll  never  be  as  good  as  the  other  two  .  but  i'm  sure  you  can  try  .  "

[delicatlueur]

                    “   just   because   you’re   off   the   clock   ,   you   think   you   stop   being   a   doctor   ?       nuh - uhhhh   ,   don’t   try   and   tell   me   that   .   ”       elias   is   giving   eight   an   earful   ,   but   come   on   ,   the   guy   deserves   a   little   slack   ,   right   ?       well   ,   he’d   be   the   first   to   say   he   deserves   a   break   and   some   sympathy   here   .       he’d   say   he’s   been   through   the   wringer   lately   .       “   hold   up   …       what   are   you   even   saying   ?       i’m   emotionally   intelligent   ,   i   am   !       i’m   so   over   larissa   .       like   ,   super   over   them   .       no   feelings   whatsoever   .       we’re   just   friends   now   .       i’ve   known   them   forever   .       so   yeah   ,   i’m   just   looking   out   for   them   ,   you   know   ?       like   ,   i   don’t   want   some   gold   digger   taking   advantage   of   my   friend   .       that’s   what   good   friends   do   ,   not   hopelessly - in - love   dudes   .   ”       and   he’ll   keep   saying   it   was   for   larissa’s   own   good   ,   and   yeah   ,   what   he   feels   for   them   isn’t   really   love   anymore   .       it’s   more   like   …       an   obsession   at   this   point   .       “   anyway   ,   want   to   blame   someone   ?       how   about   your   sister   ?       if   she’d   just   give   me   a   chance   ,   all   this   early - twenties   angst   would   disappear   ,   go   poof   !   ”       lets   eight   examine   him   ,   wincing   a   little   as   fingers   find   his   chin   —   ok   ,   a   lot   ,   because   elias   can   be   dramatic   .       “   what   ,   three   weeks   with   a   broken   nose   ?       seriously   ?       do   you   doctors   ever   do   anything   ,   or   is   it   always   wait   and   see   ?   ”       but   then   eight   brings   up   lulu   ,   and   that’s   where   elias   draws   the   line   on   all   the   teasing   .       his   best   friend   is   anything   but   pathetic   .       they’re   patient   ,   kind   ,   and   definitely   calls   him   out   on   his   shit   .       no   way   is   he   going   to   stand   here   and   let   eight   badmouth   the   one   person   who   really   gets   him   .       hands   ball   into   fists   —   thumb   tucked   in   wrong   because   he   never   learned   to   do   it   right   .       and   right   now   ,   he   couldn’t   care   less   .       whatever   ,   he’ll   break   his   hand   ,   he’ll   take   a   punch   ,   whatever   it   takes   ,   but   eight   isn’t   going   to   disrespect   his   best   friend   .       he   won’t   accept   it   ,   not   now   ,   not   ever   .       “   don’t   talk   about   her   .       you   don’t   even   know   her   so   shut   your   fucking   mouth   ,   ”       snaps   ,   shoving   eight’s   arm   away   .

[drearieds]

           "  wait  and  see  ?   what  else  do  you  want  me  to  do  ,  wave  my  hands  and  magically  fix  your  nose  and  your  interpersonal  skills  ?   sorry  munchkin  ,  not  exactly  in  my  JOB  DESCRIPTION  ,  and  again  ,  i'm  not  on  the  clock .  "    he's  not  a  particularly  PROTECTIVE  brother  ,  he  likes  to  think  ;  but  perhaps  that's  a  large  amount  of  COPING  come  from  the  surgeon  .   eight  doesn't  have  a  particular  hatred  or  EVEN  dislike  for  elias  ---  finding  him  funny  at  some  points  in  TIME  ,  but  the  scowl  can't  help  but  come  up  as  he  mentions  his  SISTER  .   he  knows  the  reputation  of  the  OTHER  ,  and  he's  not  his  sister's  keeper  ,  and  yet  ,  elias  manages  to  scratch  topics  that  would  be  much  better  off  NEVER  touching  in  the  first  place  .   if  there  weren't  a  booth  between  the  two  of  them  ,  he'd  be  stepping  up  towards  the  OTHER  :  and  he's  eight  .  he's  EIGHT  .  when  someone  lights  a  match  ,  he's  no  stranger  to  pouring  the  gasoline  .   "  '  you  don't  even  know  her  '  ,  christ  ,  man  .  " 

          and   really   ,  he's  getting  real  TIRED  of  watching  elias  work  himself  into  a  TANTRUM  over  the  newest  flavor  of  the  week  ,   not  even  flinching  as  he  watches  the  petulance  BUILD  right  in  front  of  his  eyes  .   "   and  you  do  ,  boy  hero  ?   ANYONE  can  see it  .  she  follows  you  around  like  a  lost  puppy  dog  with  her  tail  between  her  legs  because  it's  clear  that  she's  willing  to  take  just  about  anyone  she  can  get  at  this  POINT  ,   "   eight  says   ,  as  if  it  were  the  most  OBVIOUS  thing  in  the  world  .   he  knows  he's  just  poking  the  BEAR  ,  really  ,  but  he  can't  stop  himself  from  doing  so  :   because  who  would  he  be  if  not  to  antagonize  every  little  THING  in  front  of  him  ?   "   and  someone  clearly  likes  the  attention  ,  since  he  apparently  can't  get  it  from  whichever  GIRL   his  interest  lands  on  that  month  .  don't  worry  kiddo  ,  she's  too  STUPID  to  figure  it  out  for  now  .  she  can  nurse  you  back  to  health  when  you  INEVITABLY  get  what's  coming  to  you  .  again  .  "    

[rainforum]

      ⋆    open   starter,      @   after  spider-man:   no   way   home’s   premiere.

“      so,     ”     benny grins once he has reached your muse,     hopelessly seeking to finally have a normal conversation with someone    —    literally anyone!     that wasn’t part of the never ending press,     “     were you expecting to see the three spideys together or was it a complete surprise?     ” @nepofmstarters

[drearieds]

           lets  out  something  REAL  INTELLIGENT  while  looking  up  from  his  phone  .    "    ---   huh  ?  "   gives  benny  a  ONCE  over  ,  and  eyebrows  knit  together  ,  locking  his  phone  and  SLIDING  it  into  his  pocket  .   "   oh  ,  yeah  ,  you  were  ...  you  were  that  like  ...  arachnid  man  ,  right  ?  "   countenance  is  borderline  unreadable  as  he  looks  at  the  other  ,   "   i  thought  you  looked  familiar  .  some  PATIENT  was  squealing  over  you  when  i  was  in  her  room  .   you  look  shorter  in  person  .  keep  it  up  kiddo  .  i'm  sure  if  you  drink  your  milk ,  you'll  get  taller  .  "

[junipcrs]

         “  well  then  it’s  a  good  thing  it’s  not  my  go-to  snack  !  ”  she’ll  help  herself  to  another  couple  pieces  ,  attention  focused  solely  on  peter  .  “  i  heard  about  the  whole  nia  and  itching  powder  situation  .  glad  you’re  okay  .  ”  lips  turn  to  a  frown  as  she  recalls  nia’s  admission  .  “  mock  you  ?  i  would  never  .  the  kissing  booth  is  a  little  cheesy  but  it’s  for  a  good  cause  .  and  yeah  i’m  volunteering  .  ”  it’s  always  something  she’ll  make  time  for  .  “  not  at  the  kissing  booth  but  i  just  finished  my  shift  at  the  silent  auction  booth  .  i’m  due  at  one  of  the  game  booths  in  a  couple  hours  .  how  long  are  you  here  for  ?  ”

[drearieds]

          and  he'll  scoff  ,   roll  his  EYES   :  silvered  ringing  laughter  as  he  shakes  his  head  ,   letting  flush  CRAWL  up  his  cheeks  at  the  COMMENT  of  his  ...  not  greatest  moment  .   "  look  i  ---  "   eight  holds  his  hands  up  in  a  kind  of  SURRENDER  towards  juno  ,  "  i'm  okay  ,  but  ...  i'd  really  rather  be  left  out  of  whatever  ...  you  two  have  going  on  if  it  ends  up  with  me  like  ,  "   an  awkward  laugh  ,  grimace  ,  "   like  that  ?  i  mean  ,  really  ,  i  didn't  know  hanging  with  YOU  was  gonna  invoke  a  little  oompaloompa's  WRATH  ,  "   he  finishes  with  an  incredulous  laugh  .  "   i  was  going  to  say  i  should  have  been  doing  the  SILENT  AUCTION  with  you  ;  seems  a  lot  less  precarious  ,  but  ...  you  apparently  have  your  own  little  joe  goldberg  ,  so  maybe  it's  better  that  i'm  working  here  .  "   raps  on  wood  with  his  knuckles  ,  "  although  ,  i  will  say  ,   the  last  few  people  should  have  worn  CHAPSTICK  or  taken  a  mint  .   and  i'm  here  until  my  REPLACEMENT  comes  and  takes  my  spot  ---  what's  GOOD  to  do  here  ?   i'll  have  an  hour  to  kill  on  my  lunch  break  ,  and  i  have  NO  intention  of  spending  it  sitting  in  the  back  .  "

[harlcwes]

          “  that  doesn’t  surprise  me  .  ”  their  hand  toys  with  the  baseball  as  they  toss  it  up  and  catch  it  repeatedly  .  truthfully  ,  harlowe’s  not  even  sure  if  they  should  indulge  in  winning  a  prize  for  paige  .  they’re  not  exactly  dating  .  sure  they’ve  shared  a  couple  kisses  but  it’s  just  …  complicated  .  more  than  it  should  be  actually  .  “  what  are  the  chances  that  i  win  the  panda  and  she  wants  an  even  bigger  prize  ?  ”

[drearieds]

          a  snort  ,  as  he  considers  their  proposition  ,   "  from  anyone  else  ,  yeah  ,  she'd  probably  want  something  bigger  ,  "   he'll  say  ,  a  soft  ,  tenderness  in  his  voice  as  he  speaks  about  SIBLING  ,   "  but  not  from  you  .  she's  a  TOTAL  sucker  for  you  ,  even  if  she  won't  say  it  out  loud  .  "   a  pause  ,  "  i  don't  think  she's  ever  yapped  about  someone  as  much  as  you  .  good  AND  bad  .  so  ...  "   he  tosses  them  his  own  roll  of  tickets  ,  "  you  can  use  my  tries  too  .   shit's  rigged  anyways  .  "

[givrgia]

❝  oh,  peter  ...  ❞  giorgia  sighed,  purposefully  ignoring  eight's  first  comment.  her  condescending  smirk  only  mirrored  his.  ❝  don't  take  it  so  personally.  i'm  not  paying  to  kiss  you,  it's  for  charity  —  you  know  that,  right?  or  —  ❞  a  scandalised gasp,  ❝  are  you  also  part  of  the  charity?  ❞  giorgia's  eyes  widened  as  she  leaned  in.  ❝  is  my  money  going  to  pay  for  your  rent?  my,  it's  very  unlike  you  to  sell  yourself  just  so  you  can  get  by.  ❞

[drearieds]

     "     it's  for  the  PEDIATRICS  department  of  my  hospital  ,  please  ,  try  to  contain  your  PHILANTHROPIC  and  good  natured  tendencies  ,  might  vomit  by  how  KIND  you  are  , "   eight  sneers  at  her  ,  but  will  still  frown  at  the  FORMING  line  ,  and  the  inevibiability  of  what's  to  come  ,  but  ,  like  always  ,  rises  to  challenge  in  her  TONE  ,  leaning  in  closer  ,  scorn  lingering  on  undercurrent  of  his  own  tone  ,  "  i'd  rather  kill  myself  than  take  a  handout  from  the  likes  of  you  ,  doubly  so  if  it  meant  touching  you  along  with  it  .  ALAS  ,  there's  actually  a  person  that's  doing  good  between  the  two  of  us  ,  and  it's  clearly  not  you  ,  so  ,  "   eight  throws  his  hands  up  in  the  air  ,  like  in  some  kind  of  defeat  ,  "  are  you  gonna  donate  ?  do  you  want  a  stupid  fucking  kiss  with  it  ?  spit  it  out  .  "

[delicatlueur]

                    leans   against   eight’s   booth   with   an   exaggerated   sigh   ,   hand   dramatically   pressed   to   chest   as   if   he’s   about   to   recite   shakespeare   .       but   instead   ,   he   just   whines   .       “   oh   ,   come   on   ,   eight   !       you’re   a   doctor   ,   for   fuck’s   sakes   !       shouldn’t   you   be   all   ears   and   sympathy   ?       but   here   i   am   ,   telling   you   my   story   ,   and   you’re   calling   it   ‘   early   twenties   angst   ’   !       so   much   for   the   hippocratic   oath   ,   huh   ?       i’m   just   after   some   professional   sympathy   here   ,   maybe   a   lollipop   for   the   pain   ?   ”       pouts   ,   voice   muffled   by   the   tragically   broken   nose   .       (   the   only   thing   more   tragically   broken   than   his   nose   is   his   sense   of   self-preservation   ,   fr   !   )   .       “   i   was   thinking   ,   maybe   you   can   give   it   a   look - see   ?   ”

[drearieds]

        and  for  this  moment  ,   he's  wishing  he  wasn't  .   "    i'm  literally  off  the  clock  .  i  should  charge  you  a  thousand  an  hour  for  how  much  you  yap  my  ear  off  ,  "   eight  grumbles  out  ,  not  bothering  to  spare  the  feelings  of  the  OTHER  ,  a  roll  of  his  eyes  to  join  his  words  .  "  it  IS  early  twenties  angst  .  oh  woe  is  you  ,  your  best  friend  isn't  in  love  with  you  and  you  have  no  emotional  intelligence  and  you  didn't  get  your  way   ,  and  it  ended  with  you  getting  punched  .  AGAIN  .  what  do  you  want  me  to  do  ?   there  are  real  PROBLEMS  in  the  world  and  you  want  me  to  give  a  fuck  about  your  terrible  soapy  love  life  ?  get  a  grip  man  .  "   but  he'll  still  look  ,  a  firm  grab  at  the  OTHER'S  chin  across  the  booth  ,  turning  his  face  left  ,  right  ,  eyes  examing  slicing  him  open  ,  shaking  his  head  .  "  you  have  a  broken  nose  .  i  can't  magically  fix  it  for  you  .  you're  just  gonna  have  to  deal  like  looking  a  cybernetic  rudolph  for  another  three  ish  weeks  .  maybe  next  time  ,  focus  on  not  being  the  dickhead  who  gets  punched  .  heard  that  does  wonders  for  your  nose  .   why  don't  you  plead  your  case  to  that  pathetic  puppy  of  a  best  friend  you  have  ?   i'm  sure  she'll  give  you  the  validation  you  so  CLEARLY  need  . "