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. . .  selective multi muse & verse indie. 20+.the lived turmoil of memories in flux, as loved & penned  by  . . .  DOE.

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♡  DIALING . . .  @lovesdives

⭒ ° . ♡ ― if you asked zoey, their apartment was ( usually ) a sanctuary of serenity and good taste in interior design. she'd sunk a lot of money into making sure each room was COZY to say the least. material comforts were a necessity due to her daily stress intake, what with all her friends liked to put her through - from late night cramming, to frat party spill-over, to their own other more annoying friends. and if you kept asking her, Cole was definitively in that final category. not close enough to be her own friend ( ew. ) and yet, way too goddamn present in her living room wayyy too often. and while things hadn't quite reached mortal enemy territory yet, he was certainly egging his way there one argument at a time. especially when there never seemed to be enough days between their run-ins to actually forget last week's petty grudges.

and, ok. thomas made sure to pencil in regular reminders over breakfast that their beef was SILLY. she could even agree, to an extent. but the thing about zoey was that she was never going to choose the high road. after all, who was she to fight the inevitable ? -- they were meant to be at odds. if Cole had wanted to fix that, he would have tried to by now. so when good-old thom pried her morning OJ from her hands to delicately wrap her fingers between his . . . she knew what it meant for the remainder of her day. ' he won't be here long. ' he'd tried to soothe her pointlessly, like it was going to stop her from doing her damnedest to inconvenience their house-guest / intruder at every opportunity.

" I see you made it up alright. " zoey grimaced when the nuisance in question finally arrived, in spite of the two different locks she'd put between him and her peace. she greeted him like she might death at her door, tone faux-optimistic and semi-sour. " you sure are ... here. cool. hi. "

[metamorphesque]

  ― Billy-Ray Belcourt, A History of My Brief Body

[text ID: To love someone is firstly to confess: I'm prepared to be devastated by you.]

[leneemusing]

[nepofledgling]

a nervous breakdown? I’m actually very confident in my breakdowns. I’m experienced.

[aimxmi]

ghosting doesn’t work on me, i don‘t care if we never speak again

[merryrps]

plot where muse a and b get placed as random roommates in college and end up hating each other, bickering constantly about stupid shit like ‘don’t move my things’ and ‘wear your damn headphones when you listen to music’ and ‘stop bringing random guys/girls into our room when you’re horny’ and ‘quit texting me every time you forget your room key, i have a life’ etc. one night they run into each other at a party and theyre both drunk asf and are like ‘heyyy thats my roommateeee’ and go around introducing them to everybody like theyre long lost friends. and maybe they team up for beer pong and totally kill it. and maybe their drunk asses decide to share an uber home and maybe theyre like hm why is your hand there … and you smell nice … and huh we aren’t even home yet and your lips are already on my neck …

[rosenrps]

🌹 what if ... two exes are set - up on a blind date with each other by a mutual friend bc that mutual friend either: a) doesn't know they've dated in the past before and thought they'd be perfect for each other; or b) knew they dated in the past and is trying to get them some closure or a second chance. it can be messy, angsty, fluffy, or cutesy as all hell, and it's open to all kinds of interpretation. angry feelings being thrown out there ? yes pls !! all the things they left unsaid finally coming out ? hell yeah !! talking through what worked and what didn't and growing from the experience ? mmm i love it !! just ... give me exes reuniting again plsss !!

[evasjacks]

rivals to lovers where the girl thinks they’re mortal enemies and the guy thinks they’re just flirting

[camisreinhart]

highkey want a ‘someone wrote your phone number on the wall of a bathroom in my dorm with ‘call for a good time’ and i just texted you to let you know that i scribbled it out and oh wait you’re actually funny and easy to talk to and now we’re talking every day and i might have a tiny little crush on you even tho  i don’t even know your name’ plot

[autumsn]

but what about “your ex hired me to make you fall in love with me then break your heart but oops i think i fell in love and now i’m conflicted what the fuck is happening i’m supposed to hurt you ow what am i sUPPOSED TO DO” that’d be rad

[klaasje]

two ppl with shared history is the bestest most delicious compelling dynamic in the world... exes. old friends. childhood friends. old friends who are no longer friends. decade long slowburns. multi decade slowburns. etc

[eviefyres]

PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME 0.2

over a year ago, i made this meme & since then, it’s blown up. so, over a year later — i thought i would make a new one. so here it is, after several requests & a pile of brains,  THE PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME 0.2 send me a  ✿  and i’ll fill out the template below. bold for things i could definitely see or want, italics for things i could see or am unsure of and striked out for things i don’t want or cannot see.

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

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hannah and him had done too good of a job convincing all their mutual friends they were on civil terms with each other for the sake of tying up loose ends amicably. at least that was the official reasoning they had settled on but kaz was yet to figure out if it was the truth to either of them. it should have bothered him more than it did to continuously run into his ex-girlfriend at social gatherings such as last night’s birthday party. it certainly didn’t help the seemingly endless on again off again situationship of convenient and inconvenient hook ups with his former lover that lead to hushed fights about whatever the hell kind of relationship they had behind closed bedroom door. each time they prolonged their shared journey kaz feared it would inevitably end in disaster and yet…

there was a certain pull to hannah that he was sure she felt as well when it came to him. it was the ease of slipping into something familiar, the momentary illusion of something safe and comforting since neither one of them had moved on to settle down with the next serious thing yet, even if it was all temporary smoke and mirrors. they were doomed to work only on borrowed time before the same old road bumps tripped them up and seperated them until the next joined event brought them together and lead them back into beds they had no place occupying anymore.

it wasn’t hannah he was thinking of when he ducked out of her room in an attempt to exit the apartment before anyone was all the wiser. it was precisely the person whose voice stopped him dead in his tracks. it seemed luck wasn’t on his side this morning. he wasn’t sure why he had hoped some higher power would grant him a silent exit before hannah’s room mate could catch a glimpse of him. it was a mere fleeting feeling he couldn’t quite place yet.

“ we’ve got to stop meeting like this. ” the statement sounds playful as his gaze meets the other’s deep eyes. if he felt any tinge of shame for the predicament he found himself in that haeil was now posing witness to, he certainly didn’t show it. instead he straightens his position, no longer making an effort to move undetected as he strides towards the cupboard haeil has directed him to. “ any chance your cabinet could ask your fridge if there’s any semblance of greasy hangover food left to help with my stomach ? ”

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⭒ ° . ♡ ― ' meeting like this. ' chance little encounters here or there, moments of conversation but rarely whole ones. haeil wasn't sure if the sentiment was an expression of longing or dread -- a desire for something more than just coincidence ridden acquaintanceship or kaz's solitary peace. but the mention of breakfast didn't necessarily feel like a PUSH, and he was quick to wave a hand towards the other in a dismissive acceptance. a ' take what you want ' of sorts.

maybe, given all the late nights at the bar spent between the two, the apartment ought to have an abundance of hangover food. everyone who knew hannah knew she drank like the alcohol was never going to catch up to her and haeil ? well, the more shots he took on the job the more he usually made in tips, so who was he to complain when someone took a little too much interest in the pretty face behind the bar and made an offer ? he wasn't coming home much more sober than she was, most nights. but maybe, then, it also made sense that their fridge was mostly empty. the hangover supplies plowed through in the first few days of the week while both of them ate off the weekends.

" if you can't find something easy, i can make you something. " haeil didn't want to cook, but the delivery fees he was wracking up ordering in this month were getting ridiculous. " i dunno -- eggs and bacon. that's greasy in a good way, right ? "

no one hated bacon, he thought. except maybe vegetarians. was kaz a vegetarian ? he couldn't remember the man ever saying so . . . the whole two and a half times they'd been in the vicinity of food together. was haeil a bad host ? he was a far better flirt. but taking in the heavy, sleepy morning air one lung-full at a time, he could almost TASTE how out of place the usual one liners would be now. " you should drink some water while you're in there. we have a filter in the fridge. it only tastes like freezer burn sometimes -- when the cooling thing in the back of the fridge gets a little too ambitious with our groceries. the whatsit. " yeah okay, bad host. awful host. great view, though. haeil grinned at kaz like it might make their kitchen situation more appealing -- a fresh coat of paint over an ugly stain. " fun night ? "

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♡  DIALING . . .  @lovesdives​

⭒ ° . ♡ ―  haeil knew better than to expect the apartment to still be empty when he woke up. hannah wasn’t exactly a discourteous roommate -- she was in fact his favorite in a long while -- but she knew what she liked. and what she liked seemed to be waking up wrapped around strangers, be it in her own bed or theirs. on the odd occasion, the need to cuddle would eclipse her so completely that he’d even wake up to find her in HIS bed, wrapping his arms around her groggily and passing back out. because what was the sense in fighting it at 3:45 in the morning when she was good at it ? warm, soft, kind of sort of not really minding her business beside him ? but he hadn’t expected it to be kaz she tugged home from whatever party she’d found her way to last night. when he’d heard the front door click shut somewhere in the night he’d just assumed it was someone new. it usually was. 

and maybe that was stupid of him. that’s how they’d met, wasn’t it ? a half-hearted and pseudo interested morning-after run in that warmed as the universe continued to create reasons they ought to run into each other. but if kaz had been over lately, he’d missed it. haeil had only had the pleasure of catching him at work in recent weeks. 

poking his head up over the back of the couch, he eyeballed the familiar, light-footed man that slipped from hannah’s room. but the stealth was pointless, because hannah slept like the dead when she was hungover and kaz ? oh, he was 100% caught. 4k. red-handed. 

“ there’s ibuprofen in the kitchen cabinet. ” haeil offered, an olive branch of sorts to balance out the quiet amusement on his face. “ if you need it for your head ? ”

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♡  DIALING . . .  @miunsi​

⭒ ° . ♡ ― honesty was a virtue, right ? so angela could be honest in admitting that she was avoiding biking home like the goddamn plague. it wasn’t that her family was bad -- far from it, they were loving in their own way. it was just impossible to get any WORK done under the family household circumstances. and unlike her other senior friends, her parents had had nothing to offer in the way of apartment costs or gas money, insisting instead that she angle herself towards a career when her degree was finally finished and bike around campus to cut costs in the mean time. her legs ? looking great these days. her will to bike home carrying a decade-old transistor radio ( and all the bits and bobs she’d pulled out of it ), just to put it back together again in the cold, dimly-lit garage surrounded by cobwebs and the ambiance of her brother’s THIRD loop of Yes’s Fragile that evening ? non-existent. she could get down to roundabout the next time she had nine minutes to spare. 

TODAY, she was so frustratingly, achingly close to finishing her pet project Emdeko that if she had to focus on absolutely anything else before it was done she might actually combust. and actually, on second thought, it was possible the radio was university property anyways. COULD she even leave with it ?

the thing wasn’t broken, per se. or at least, it hadn’t been until she’d started deconstructing it. nothing she couldn’t fix, but she’d noticed nothing appeared to be out of place on the inside. it just wasn’t picking up the local stations -- or any station really. no matter which way she’d messed around with it, it picked up silence and little more. she knew they weren’t in a dead zone, because the other radio she’d placed beside it for her tests had worked just fine. so it had to be a mechanical issue, didn’t it ? and screwdriver deep in it’s bowels, she swore she’d heard the raucous, fuzzy snow of a too - distant channel just a couple hours earlier. all ange had to do was chase it down again. wiggle some pieces and whisper sweetly to the little thing until it hummed back to life with the exact right combination of care, even if it ate up her evening.

maybe she was lucky, then, that only about an hour after she’d decided to take the hit of coming home late and worrying her mother did she finally convince the radio to make another noise. again, it was fuzzy. the sounds of a lifetime entirely out of context and well beyond it’s signal range. but it was SOMETHING. 

“ god, finally. ” she huffed. “ hellooo. ”  she was talking to the radio. just the radio. not whatever the absolute living fuck replied. it wasn’t supposed to hear her.

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⭒ ° . ♡ ―  RE  : KANE

miunsi​: 

‧˚₊∗ PERHAPS THE RIGHT THING TO DO IN THIS SITUATION WOULD BE TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT IT ALL, but unfortunately kane isn't exactly gifted when it comes to lyricism and there isn't exactly much appeal to lazily slurred together sentences that might just be all about " you felt like a cool night on july " or perhaps the more eloquently put " just like moths drawn to a flame, we got as close as we could until our wings caught fire "... erm.

...let's just say it's better if he sticks to composing melodies.

so. with that option ruled out he opts for the next best thing: PRETEND NOTHING HAPPENED AT ALL. makes enough sense in theory, right? it's not like any of the others even knew it happened to begin with — so maybe, just maybe, if he deludes himself into thinking his fond memories are now mere daydreams it'll be easier for everyone ( or perhaps just easier for him, but sometimes you have to put yourself first ).

that's the , perhaps illogical , thought process that brings us to the current scenario. picture this: a familiar silhouette stands with his back facing a previously-pretending-to-sleep kane, who after getting up off the couch in one swift movement ( including a grumble of complaint at the muscle he just pulls somewhere in his mid-thigh ) is now approaching . kane places his hands on the other's shoulders , a tinge overfamiliar , as he greets with a , " 'sup ? "

subtle.

⭒ ° . ♡ ―  sam had never been considered a man of many words -- perhaps because the reality was that his mind often buzzed with far too much to say at once. the silence not a product of distance from the world around him, but instead an overwhelming wash of understanding in any given situation that made his cheeks burn and his head hurt. an anxious sort of overthinking that was unbecoming on any adult, let alone one so constantly and intentionally caught in the public eye. his mother had liked to call him SHY when he was young, urging him to make friends around the neighborhood even though he’d know said kids for a handful of months before his father’s work uprooted his life once again. he preferred to call his all-encompassing cautious approach to live ‘ perceptive ’ instead. usually, he’d consider that a good thing. but usually, he wasn’t as wrapped up in KANE as he had been lately.   sure, most things had a boiling point. a freezing point too. maybe their gut-wrenchingly stilted conversation a few nights had managed to find both -- the eruption of long repressed emotion one roiling, burning thing and the aftermath of long, awkward silences another. the air between them now sure FELT icy as he inhaled it slow, deep, calm beneath the weight of Kane’s palm. that didn’t mean he wanted the cold.  sam turned a gentle, sideways glance over his shoulder at his definitely-no-longer-sleeping friend ( nothing more, nothing less, except maybe his everything as well ). “ oh, i was just missing you. ” his voice was warm, but he knew better than to let the warmth mean much. he shouldn’t be flirting with the line they’d drawn. “ smoke breaks are much more boring alone, you know ?  at least you were warm in here. it’s freezing out. ”