Right. Its Incredibly Clear That He Still Doesnt Believe Her. Jack Kelly Isnt A Boy That Trusts Easily.

“Right.” It’s incredibly clear that he still doesn’t believe her. Jack Kelly isn’t a boy that trusts easily. He’s also not a boy that forgives easily. And for Katherine to break his trust the way she had, well, it’s going to be hard for her to get it back. Jack isn’t sure if she ever will. “Dunno. Money? Power? Stickin’ around just to feel better ‘bout yaself?” He crosses his arms as he glares at her. “You tell me. I ain’t the one that sold us out.” He’s being unfair, but he thinks he’s justified. She’d lied to Jack. She’d lied to everyone. And Jack has never liked liars. Not ones like Katherine, anyway.

the jab at her intelligence is what digs under her skin, just as she suspects he meant it to. she’s so sick of people gently trying to steer her away from what she wanted, telling her she wasn’t smart enough, wasn’t tough enough for this field because she was just...some girl. no one cared until her last name was brought into the conversation. as if all she was ever going to be good for was her inheritance and her future as someone’s bride. there were so many doors closed to her because of what people saw at first glance, and yeah, she messed up by not letting jack or davey or any of the boys know about her connection to the man they were striking against, but she couldn’t figure out why it had to be this personal. 

she wasn’t a spy, she didn’t sell them out. her father was smart, far more than anyone gave him credit for, and had real power and reach in this city. he’d known all he needed to before her story had even made it to the presses.

“maybe it started like that,” she concedes, eyes narrowed and not budging from her defensive stance, “but that’s not how it is anymore. i saw an opportunity for a story here, but what this is is so much bigger than that. we could make things better for not only the newsboys, but the whole city, jack. i took a chance and i got my story, so if that’s all i was in this for, why am i still here?”

like this for a starter from riff in his hunger games verse. specify who you want it for or you won’t get anything.

Jeremiah doesn’t like Alexis. He doesn’t know why Jerome allows her to lounge around their warehouse like she owns it, and he doesn’t know why she hasn’t been forcibly kicked to the curb. Jeremiah isn’t really one to talk about people lounging around, but he likes to think that Ecco doesn’t count. She’s been with him for nearly his whole life. Jerome has only known Alexis for a few months. And, even if his brother were the type to rely on an assistant or a proxy, Alexis isn’t assistant or proxy material. She’s too similar to Jerome for Jeremiah’s liking. He can tolerate his brother. He can’t tolerate a teenaged girl following him around like he’s some sort of messiah. And yes, there is the possibility that he’s jealous, but Jeremiah Valeska doesn’t get jealous, so he chalks his dislike up to annoyance.

He’s not surprised that her weapon of choice was a fork. He watches the spoon clatter back onto the table with a raised eyebrow, staring at the utensil for a moment before he lifts his eyes to Alexis’ face. His lip curls at the nickname. He already endures awful nicknames from Jerome. Why must he put up with equally awful nicknames from this nobody? “Throwing things, typically, is not accidental.” He can’t keep the haughty edge from his tone. He doesn’t want to, either. “Unless you are a toddler. I’m not entirely convinced you’re not a toddler, but so far all evidence is pointing to the contrary, so unfortunately I must give you the benefit of the doubt.” God, he hates her. Why can’t she go away and leave him in peace? “I am plenty fun. Just because your idea of fun is throwing forks at people, which, again, is incredibly toddler-like, doesn’t mean I’m not fun.” He feels more petulant than he has in years. “Go away, please. I’m busy.”

@notefinal (jeremiah) said: ❛ did you just throw a fork at me? ❜

green eyes are wide, like she just got caught with her hand in a cookie jar. jerome isn't around to defend her, so she simply allows a smile to spread across black lips. laughter emanates, feigning innocence [ it doesn't work with jeremiah, it never has ] — spoon that was about to follow the fork is dropped back onto the table, though only for the time being. the clown is quick to lean back in her seat, shoulders lifting in a shrug.

❛ it was an accident! ❜ no, it wasn't. & it won't be the last time, either. ❛ don't be such a buzzkill, jere-bear. ❜ she laughs again, as if the nickname is the funniest thing in the world to her [ really, the man's annoyance is what amuses her ] & it erupts like a madman: maybe the toxin she built for jerome was beginning to rub off on her. ❛ you really are no fun. ❜

* MEME, always accepting.

Riff had no idea what the hell the thing was. It looked sort of like a dog, but only if the dog had somehow managed to fall into a nuclear power plant before making its way to Hawkins. “No idea.” He didn’t feel like sticking around to find out, either. “Come on, let’s go.” He grabbed Chrissy by the hand and pulled her down the street, heading in the opposite direction of the dog thing. He hoped it wasn’t a threat. He didn’t want the poor person whose yard it had climbed into to end up getting hurt.

Once they were safely down the street, Riff stoped to turn back and stare into the darkness. “Should we tell someone?” He didn’t know who they’d tell. And he didn’t think they’d be believed even if they told someone. Riff had a reputation with the cops already. If he went to them talking about a dog thing that had climbed into someone’s yard, they’d never take him seriously.

@notefinal asked ❝ what is that monstrosity? ❞

It wasn't pitch black quite yet, but night came so much quicker and darker as fall shifted into winter. Growing up in Hawkins — and the conceit of being a teenager with her whole life still ahead of her — meant that Chrissy rarely ever thought twice about walking outside after sunset. Especially with Riff beside her, a sort of talisman against trouble as much as he was a beacon for it.

So when the shadow shot past the corner of her vision she was ready to write it off as one of the animals that occasionally strayed into town from the woods. His exclamation made her turn her head and really look, still expecting something like a particularly ugly dog.

The thing running past on the street was definitely not a dog, or deer, or anything Chrissy had ever seen before — it looked like something out of the fantasy books she sometimes got from the library and hid from her mother, except it was too ugly. Barely a step to the side and she was half stumbling into Riff, reaching for his hand but clutching his arm instead. She didn't mean to repeat his question, but it was the only thing running through her mind as it climbed over a fence into someone's yard. "What is that?"

@hatigave said Victoria hands Art a box wrapped in white wrapping paper that she stuck way too many stickers of flowers on. (it contains this)

Art is a little confused at Victoria’s gift. It’s not his birthday, and it’s not Lily’s birthday. He can’t think of any other reason she’d be giving him a gift, but he takes it anyway, unwrapping it carefully to preserve the flower stickers. Lily would probably want them at some point. He opens the box and blinks. The little taco-dinosaurs inside are incredibly adorable, and he picks them up with a small smile. “Where did you find these?” He doesn’t know what he’s going to do with them, but he knows one of them is going to Lily. She’ll probably want the tyrannosaurus rex, which is fine with Art. He can take the triceratops. “Thank you. They’re adorable.”

jerome + wolfpupy