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⊹₊⟡⋆ nuno gallego + he/him ⊹₊⟡⋆ blasting i am a god by kanye west through their airpods is preston pruitt. oh , you don’t know them ? they’re the 23 year old ceo who just went viral for dumping a lukewarm cup of coffee on an intern (allegedly!!!). yup , the one that drives a rolls royce phantom . i hear they’re pretty diligent, but others have claimed that they’re quite volatile. that makes sense , considering they’re often labeled as the green-eyed monster.

#vigilante.intro

likehells

* closed , @prestonfm .

' you know ... ' that's never a good start to her speaking ! a wave of her hand in his direction . ' i think you'd look a lot better if you got a different hair cut . this is giving ... ugly . '

prestonfm

"this haircut was three-hundred dollars, it's not ugly." evidently, preston was unaware that, well, both could be true. just because something had cost a lot of money, it didn't mean it was good, even if he happened to like the look of it. "i think i look perfectly fine, thanks. never had a problem getting anywhere because of my looks - quite the opposite, really."

#threads.#valeria: threads.#valeria: all.#helloooo #(she's right and she should say it tbh)

closed starter for: @eclatdefille

"this better be important, i have like, five million things i have to get done today." and yet, plenty of time to sip his green smoothie and swipe through the dating app currently pulled up on his phone, it seemed. "i don't give out loans, if that's what you're after."

#eclatdefille #threads.#you can pick which of your muses you want this for!

closed starter for: @pass1ons

"do you think you could get me in with your trainer?" had this whole vigilante situation made preston the tiniest bit paranoid? maybe. definitely. but it wasn't like learning how to defend himself was a bad idea. it was better to be prepared unnecessarily, than being caught off guard just in case this whole thing actually turned out to have any kind of truth to it. "he's gotta be pretty solid, right? seeing where you are, and everything."

#pass1ons #threads.#imara: threads.#imara: all.

closed starter for: @imb3rs

"i have a question." the statement is followed by a long sip from the glass of sparkling water in front of him, before continued with, "well... two questions. one, do you do custom pieces at all? and, two, for menswear, specifically? i have a charity gala coming up, and everything i've been looking at just seems so... stale. i need something better, something inspired, if we have any hopes of getting the attendees to empty out their wallets and help those... sick kids, or... otters, or whatever the cause is this time."

#imb3rs #threads.#nalani: threads.#nalani: all.

closed starter for: @f0rtunes

"quit laughing, it's not that funny." okay, so maybe even he could see the humor in it, in spite of the remnants of the beverage continuing to drip down his face, sticking to his skin and staining the previously spotless button-up he'd picked out earlier that evening. in total honesty, he hadn't entirely remembered the reasoning behind the drink getting tossed in his face - or remembered the woman who had been enraged enough to spill it on him, for that matter, but, either way, he couldn't deny it was most likely deserved. if not from her, specifically, than by the karmic universe. "who even was that chick?"

#f0rtunes #threads.#noa: threads.#noa: all.

dreamangcls-deactivated20250223

"you know, if you really want to convince people you're unfazed by the beverly media post you might want to get better at acting nonchalant." everett commented before taking a drag from his cigarette. he saw an opportunity to make a biting remark so he took it. that was his version of retaining normalcy. the letter was menacing but he wasn't going to let it intimidate him. that was the reaction the sender was hoping to elicit. he was going to go about business as usual until there was a real reason to be concerned. "you need to strategically play dumb. everyone knows you're at least somewhat intelligent." that was one of the many things everett disliked about preston ; he was too intelligent. everett nodded along as preston explained his theory. "exactly , the letter has to be a hoax." ,he said with conviction. "i doubt a serial killer could get into beverly park. the security systems here are some of the best in the world. also, there are too many highly skilled private security teams all over the place. the letter was probably sent by somebody trying to use two unconnected murders for their fifteen minutes of fame. or maybe it's a cover up."

prestonfm

as much as preston dislikes hearing that there's the tiniest hint of a possibility he's going about things the wrong way, he knows that everett's right. he can hear the unease in his own voice - which is surely what this vigilante person wants. regardless of whether or not this whole thing is just a prank - a coincidence pieced together as a scare tactic, or something more sinister, he can't just give them what they want. he's never been the type to give in easily, and if there was any time to make sure that tough shield was kept up... it was now. "yeah, i guess." everett was quite possibly the last person he would have expected to get solid reassurance from, but, hey, maybe they were capable of sharing some - brief - moments of sincerity between them. "you seem to have thought a lot about this. kind of sus if you ask me." a joke -- mostly.

#threads.#everett: threads.#everett: all.

closed starter for: @dreamangcls

"so we're both in agreement that that pathetic little letter sent in by-- what did they call themselves?" the casual tone of voice is nothing more than a weak mask, from a man who has more enemies than he cares to count, barely covering up the fear that is the potential of him being next. "vigi-whatever?" he knows the word, it's not that difficult of one, especially for an ivy-league graduate as he is so often quick to boast, but admitting to having reread that letter over and over until he practically had the thing memorized seemed far more embarrassing than simply pretending to have a tiny gap in knowledge. "it's so obviously just some stupid, bored kids pranking the media. ...i guess we should just be glad that they're finding a more creative hobby than consuming tiktoks all day."

#dreamangcls #threads.#everett: threads.#everett: all.

bok6te

⁺ ◟ ⊹ ⋆ 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 @prestonfm .

wesley was , by no surprise , drinking . he had a few drinks in him when he noticed his former friend , preston . the two hadn't talked since , well... awhile . which was all his fault for cutting contact . so he didn't say ' hi ' nor called him over for a drink . unfortunately , for him , he found himself having to go through the inevitable confrontation by unknowingly taking a seat right across to the male . wes tried his best to look unfazed and called for another drink without having finished what he had in his glass , knowing he was gonna need it . " oh shit , it really is you . long time no see , dude . " he takes a sip of his drink and places it on the table to his side . " how you been ? " yes , he was pretending as if nothing had happened . as if he didn't cut him off and as if that night never happened , to try and avoid any awkwardness .

prestonfm

he wasn't stupid; the glance wesley had sent in his direction earlier that evening hadn't gone unnoticed - and neither had the quick aversion of the other man's eyes once they'd locked on each other. clearly the guy was avoiding him, that much was obvious, as was the reason behind the cold shoulder he'd been on the receiving end of these past couple months. it was surely no coincidence that suddenly, out of the blue, wesley's decision to no longer speak to him just so happened to begin immediately after the night where their friendship had taken an unexpected turn - into hotter and heavier territories, and preston would be lying if he said that it didn't bug him. he much preferred to be the one doing the ghosting, not the other way around, and though he wasn't quite cruel enough to air out this guy's dirty, closeted laundry to everyone at the party, he was irritated enough to give him an attitude -- even more so than usual.

"i know that it's been like, three months since you've talked to me, but i haven't changed that much." the glass of wine in his hand is quickly finished, almost immediately replaced by a nearby waiter. "can't say the same for you, though. you look different. worse, i think." a lie, and a flaky one at that, but the bruising of his ego could not go unavenged.