don't worry, you will

she said "i can't find a thing i don't like about you" and i'm like "don't worry, you will"

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griffincd

                “how about you leave the fucking house.” the little deadbeat was in his home, his territory pushing adderall around with low ass prices. talk about lost cause. this was his terf and the only person that should be selling was him, who fucking invited teddy bear’s brother anyway. “but if you want to sell here, you’re gonna have to pay a fee.”

                well, shit. "hey, a guy's gotta feed his family somehow." he pulled his hands from his pockets and put them up defensively. so preoccupied with not getting caught by his siblings that he completely forget to keep an eye out for the people who actually live here. "in my defense, im not advertising. i've sold to maybe one person who doesn't come to me anyway."

[natcmaguire]

as he usually did on the odd occasion that he showed up at a party, nate was hovering around the edge of the room. not much of a party person himself, but it was an opportunity to make a little extra money selling to people other than his usual customers. ( who knew adderall could be a party drug? ) “y’know how uber ups their prices for special events? i’m surge pricing. you should be glad i’m not charging ten.” he shrugged, taking another sip of his drink. “so? take it or leave it.”

[natcmaguire]

nathaniel maguire, halloween 2k18  › ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[danbutt]

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beaumag

once nate finally looked up from his homework beau grinned. “pizza sounds like a GREAT idea. i think we could all use some pizza around here. after all the crazy that happens around here.” maybe he had agreed to that just a little too quickly? normally he was against spending money but he wanted to do something nice.

nate dropped his pencil in the crease of his notebook and smiled. ordering food in was rare, even with the cheapest possible pizza options feeding everybody got expensive quick. “i think there's some coupons we got in the mail the other day that i shoved in the junk drawer, bring the price down a little bit.”

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bryceiism

bryce laughs as nate moves the poster around. granted, it’s not anything picasso did..but it was still god ( at least in his eyes ). “yeah. that’s the point.” or he’s close enough. the plot of the musical was..something else, and it wasn’t entirely bad at all. he’d seen nate hanging out backstage with some of the other prop makers, though he usually stuck to the front in true bryce nature. “it doesn’t eat flies, though, it eats people.” he shrugs and continues to color on the board while he explains. “that’s why the plants evil, ‘cause the guy raised it to eat blood instead of bugs.”

“wait — why would he raise it to eat people instead? that’d have to be one big venus flytrap.” not that he has the first clue how real venus flytraps work. at one point he’d seen a video where a guy taped one to his finger for a day, but he didn’t pay much attention to the actual biology of it. but musicals can be pretty weird, so it’s not the most outrageous premise he’d ever heard.   “sounds like a good show though. you might actually convince me to see this one.” he smiled, even though bryce had already gotten back to work. “who’re you playing?”

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bryceiism‌

“can you tell me if this looks good?” the theater department was working on homemade posters for their upcoming production of little shop of horrors, and bryce had begun to take the project very seriously. it was one of the only times this year he’d gotten to be as creative as he wanted for a school thing ( that wasn’t the production itself ). there was marker on his shirt, hands and probably somehow his shoes  – not to mention most likely the table underneath  – as he holds up the paper he’d been drawing on. “does this look like a venus flytrap t’you?”

nate tilted his head back and forth, looking at the poster from a couple of different angles before asking, “is it supposed to look like it has teeth?” theatre isn’t really his thing —sure he could rattle off the names of a few shows, but he definitely wasn’t an actor himself, and until recently he’d never even heard of little shop of horrors. but he had friends who were into it, so whenever the drama department asked for a couple shop kids to help with sets it made for a good excuse to hang out with them. “it looks good either way, though.” he nodded. “i wouldn’t mess with it if i was a fly.”

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beaumag

beau’s nose scrunched up at the word manifesto, it took him a moment to realize his brother was joking. “well lucky for you i’m not dad.” he leaned against one of the chairs. “i got home like an hour ago –– have you eaten yet? do you want me to cook something? or better yet ORDER something?”

for a minute, nate’s primary focus is still on his homework ( or more specifically, the doodles in the margins of his homework ) but he still paid enough attention to nod along. what REALLY got his attention was beau’s next question. “pizza?” he asked, finally looking up long enough to make eye contact.

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elizabethhqs‌

“okay! you have a good point but it’s really hard to focus on those things when i’m watching a killer clown crawling around in sewers.” she turned to look at him. 

“it’s not a real killer clown though. remember that.” he half-turned to look back at her and nodded before turning back to the movie. “at leas they’re not real now. not since, what was it, 2015 when that was a thing?”

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beaumag‌

@natcmaguire

as beau strode out of the kitchen of the maguire house he tossed his apple up in the air and caught it with his other hand. he noticed nate sitting at the table. was that homework he was working on? he figured he’d go over and check on his younger brother. “whatcha’ got there, kid?” 

nate glanced up briefly when he heard footsteps, only long enough to recognize his older brother before returning to the notebook spread out in front of him. “my manifesto,” his manifesto sure looked a lot like chemistry and doodles. “i thought you were dad for a sec, i didn’t know anyone else was home already.”

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@mateozzy

“i’ve got something you might be able to use.” no ‘hi’ or any sort of greeting, just his backpack hitting the table and nate immediately unzipping the front pocket to dig through the seemingly bottomless pit of junk stored there. “there’s a guy i work for sometimes who’s kind of a handyman hoarder, and every once in a while he lets me go though his old tools and take whatever i want. and yesterday i found —” pause. another few moments of digging, until he pulls out a bundle of small screwdrivers, one with a paperclip stuck to the tip, held together with a rubber band. “these. magnetic. too small to be useful to me, but with the tiny screws in that camera...”

[natcmaguire]

text ⇢ nate.

teddy: yea he knows

teddy: theres a load in the dryer that needs to be fluffed probably when you get home

teddy: and i think the dishwasher is broken again

teddy: will do

nate: good, ok, have fun just not too much fun

nate: when is the dishwasher NOT broken

nate: ok, fluffy clothes. look at the dishwasher from hell - maybe we'll get lucky and it'll be something i can fix this time. anything else?

[natcmaguire]

text ⇢ nate.

teddy: when will you be home?

teddy: i'm going to elodies

nate: idk, i have a couple things i wanna do still before i go home

nate: an hour or two maybe? did you tell beau you're gonna be out?

nate: oh ok cool, tell her i said hi

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roisinsmaguire‌

“today i took a quiz on buzzfeed to figure out which friend from friends i was, and i got ross.” roisin sighed, looking up from the book in her hand, placing her bookmark in the page she left off on. “- not to be dramatic, but it ruined my day. who the HECK wants to be ROSS?! i thought i’d be a monica, at least.”

“that sounds like something a ross would say.” nate pointed out, smirking back at her. “so you’re ross, does that make me monica by default? ‘cause i personally think i’m more of a joey, but i guess i could live with monica.”

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elizabethhqs‌

“what? i’m not scared, you’re scared! i don’t know what you’re talking about.” she opened her eyes to look at the screen as the scary movie played in the background. 

“this movie isn’t even that scary,” nate continued on anyway, ignoring her rebuttal entirely. “the special effects are eh, so they’re really relying on jump scares. if you learn to anticipate those the whole thing loses most of it’s scare value.”

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ncahmaguire‌

“ –– okay totally random but,” noah began as he walked closer to the other. he looked down to the pair of black converse he was wearing, rotating his ankle slightly to give them better sight. “which one should i get? these or the dark red ones?” he nodded towards the red converse sat on the shelf close by, waiting for the response. he wasn’t really planning on buying either, but he wanted to know.

nate raised an eyebrow and pointed to the price tag on the shelf. “at full price? neither. wait until there’s a sale on the website, that’s what i always do.” retail prices, he thinks, perpetually ridiculous. but this is coming from an admitted cheapskate. “i’ll never not be amazed that they can get away with charging sixty bucks when the knockoffs are half the price across the street at payless.”