#nxtcompletelyuseless

[showsgottagoallovertheplace-blog]

“Osborn? As in Oscorp Osborn? No, you’re trying to sell me something. What is it you want, man?” 

[altrxisme]

"I didn't go to college. I turned out fine."

Night At The Museum Starters, Part 2

       “M’not sayin’ ya didn’t turn out fine. I’m just sayin’ that it’s good to have somethin’ to fall back on. Then again, ya don’t really need that. Do ya?”

[manipulativereporter]

‘Alpha’ (Alpha!Cal yes pls)

He both felt pleased and annoyed that the fact his mother had made the order in the first place. Tying him to an omega felt like a good thing to her while it felt like a bad thing to him. No omega could accept the true side of him, the monstrous side of him.

But it was when he heard the name and saw the beautiful eyes for the first time. Harry Osborn. An omega? Even he wanted to deny that, Harry looked the exact opposite and acted as an alpha would. Yet there Cal stood, blushing at the one that would soon be his mate. He was doomed and in love… Damn his mom.

[bogisms-blog]

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The Bogeyman sat at the edge of Harry’s bed, legs looped over each other in a casual squat position. He didn’t blink as he stared at the young heir who was sleeping on the bed.

     Well, attempting to sleep. He was stirring back and      forth. The monster casually leaned into his talons       as a slow smile crossed over his face.

       “You’ve been doing that a lot lately.             Not sleeping.”

[anunkindnessof-blog]

nxtcompletelyuseless

      She’s in a mood, just generally having one of those days where every little thing that could go wrong is. All in all not boding well for her temper and any poor sucker who incurs her wrath. The colliding bodies and books scattered on the floor though?             her fault.                       Her lips part to emit an incredulous, “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” as she crouches to the ground. Long fingered hands reach for her belongings and a few books that aren’t hers enter the mix. She rises to her feet, prepared to hastily shove said items toward their owner and beg off when she’s met with distantly familiar eyes.       The icy blue of his gaze catches her for a second and rather than spit out something of the snider variety Peyton settles for “Osborn, right?” She passes his stuff back to him and in lieu of apology, remarks, “I thought you were a boarding school baby now.”

[mrosbxrn-blog]

nxtcompletelyuseless​ (x)

  It wasn’t typical for the heir to see his sibling during   work hours. In fact, he remembered specifically telling   the other not to interrupt him during this time. He   wasn’t even aware of the other’s presence until Felicia   made her way into the office to tell him. Thank god for   that girl.

            CLACK                                CLACK                                                  CLACK 

  Footsteps echoed the hallway as he walked. If the   other does anything to disturb his workers, he   swears to god --

                           There they are 

  && with a steady hand, Harry will take no hesitance   to take the other’s arm, && drag them away from   whatever they busied themselves with.

     ❝ --- what do you think your doing? ❞