✧･°mystery of love°･✧

[naveentrembley]

OK IM A PIECE OF SHIT I KNOW BUT I WAS AT WORK TILL MIDNIGHT BUT I HAVE THE DAY OFF TOMORROW AND I SWEAR TO ALL THE GODS I AM GOING TO REPLY TO MY THREADS AND RESPOND TO STARTERS. 

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work was a nightmare tonight so i’ll be on tomorrow to get to replies and send out some messages for plotting !! love y’all !!

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“ sorry  ?   how  much  ?  ”   the  brunet  feels  a  lump  arise  in  his  throat  as  he’s  taken  back  in  shock  ,   “  i  never  pay  more  than  five  dollars  for  a  bagel  ,   how  are  you  possibly  telling  me  that  this  one  costs  twelve  ?   for  one  bagel  ?   you  realise  how  stupid  that  is  ,   right  ?  ”   and  he  isn’t  concerned  about  the  mass  of  customers  behind  him  ,   he’s  only  concerned  about  the  absurd  price  .   “  can  you  just  let  it  slide  ?   just  this  once  ?   consider  it  as  an  i  owe  you  ?   can  you  guys  do  that  ?   like  i  am  literally  dying  of  hunger  right  now  and  that  is  literally  the  cheapest  thing  on  your  menu  and  the  next  place  that  sells  bagels  is  a  good  five  minutes  away  …   please  ?  ”  and  he  begins  to  talk  with  his  hands  to  accompany  his  words  ,   trying  to  barter  with  the  server  as  his  bank  account  is  in  heavy  disagreement  with  him  over  attempting  to  purchase  anything  over  a  few  dollars  .

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naveen is at the end of the counter, waiting for his earl grey tea with extra lemon. this place is so over-priced and obnoxious, but he can usually get in and out without any extra attention. his ears perk up, eyes sliding over to the poor guy at the register. he seems fairly familiar, did he work at cadence? naveen gazes at the people behind the man, annoyance written all over their face. he sympathizes with the other, he was in that same situation just over four years ago. naveen decides to intervene, which might be a mistake if the other gets defensive but hell, what does he have to lose? the guy gets insulted? no big deal. “ hey man, i thought that was you ! ” naveen exclaims, moving to wrap an arm around the man’s shoulder. “ this place is nuts, right? hey, let me get two of whatever he’s having, fruit bowl and-,” he grabs two bottle of waters from the cold case. “ these will do. thanks ! ” he pays quick, tossing a twenty dollar bill into the tip jar before guiding the other towards the pick up counter. “ sorry about that, i could tell the suburban moms behind you were getting worked up, best not to anger them. you work at cadence, right ? ”

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cvsima‌:

 “  PERFECT  .  i  was  HOPING  that’s  what  you’d  say  .  ”  cosima  ,  proclaims  ,  happily  letting  naveen  help  himself  to  the  extra  food  in  the  bag  .  she  was  naturally  happy  ,  naturally  kind  ,  but  in  this  case  ,  he  just  happened  to  be  in  the  right  place  at  the  right  time  for  cosima’s  good  deed  of  the  day  to  be  inflicted  on  him  .  “  i  did  actually  accidentally  get  extra  !  i  actually  feel  a  little  bad.  ”  she  starts  to  explain  ,  sitting  next  to  naveen  .  “  i  ordered  mine  and  it  came  out  wrong  ––  but  i  wasn’t  trying  to  complain  !  i  was  going  to  just  take  it  but  they  insisted  that  they  fix  it  ,  but  it  didn’t  seem  like  they  were  that  friendly  until  they  really  paid  attention  to  me  .  i  think  this  was  the  first  time  i  think  they  did  it  because  they  knew  who  i  was  .  which  ,  not  necessary  ,  but  i  gave  them  a  big  tip  so  hopefully  my  moral  compass  is  okay.  ”  she’s  RAMBLING  ,  but  that  wasn’t  uncommon.  “  did  you  need  cheering  up  ,  though  ?  is  everything  okay  ?  ”

“ i appreciate it, cosima. ” naveen doesn’t hesitate to start eating, hunger finally settling in. he's sure it was common for other artists to lose track of their eating schedule whilst in the midst of writing. “ so they fixed it because they recognized you, huh ? that’s always a surreal experience. they didn’t bother you for a picture or anything, right ? that’s always weird, too. ” naveen gives a firm nod. “ your moral compass is still on the straight and narrow. even if you didn’t give a big tip - it’s not like you threw a fit over the wrong food. which is still delicious, by the way. as long as you don’t say, ‘don’t you know who i am?’ in any scenario, your moral compass will be intact. ” cosima probably didn’t need the reassurance, but it was there at any rate. “ ME ? i’m doing alright. eternally moody and brooding, it’s in my bones. everything is okay, thank you. ”

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featlux‌:

          lux responds to his feigned hurt with equally feigned exasperation, her lips tugging upward at the corners as she teases, “maybe i just find you easy to read, yeah?” a beat later, she beams at the offered pastry. “always.” there’s a pause as she snaps one up to munch on, waiting for him to add to the terms of their deal. …flannel-girl might look like a space type, actually. lux’s brows furrow, though she looks all the more eager to see the results of their bet. at his question, she bites her lip to stifle a lopsided smile. “’ave been on nothin’ but me best behaviour all day, navi.” it’s an unsubtly dodged question, but from the grin on her face one can tell, at the very least, that her day hasn’t been bad. “and yours?”

“easy to read? now you’re really trying to hurt my feelings. i’m a mystery, my dear. a complete enigma.” naveen watches lux’s expressions in amusement. “or we could both end up wrong and she waxes on about neither the moon or lightning, in which case, we buy her a drink. although i have my doubts. red-flannel in the beginning of august? definitely a space girl, i feel it in my bones.” he takes a sip of his tea before letting out a small hum. “are you sure? my day has been... it’s been eventful. i had a fan stop me today and give me a bunch of weed because i complained on twitter for being in a creative rut. stopped me on the street, lux. isn’t that wild?” 

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cvsima‌:

 “  i  …  DON’T  know  .  maybe  picasso  ?  i’m  not  sure  why  but  i  just  feel  like  …  ”  she  gesture  her  hands  ,  feeling  overwhelmed  by  the  question  .  “  this  is  too  deep  on  a  question  to  ask  me  right  now  .  i  need  to  talk  .  i  need  research  time  !  ”  she  explains  ,  though  there’s  a  soft  chuckle  in  her  tone  .  “  who  would  you  pick  ?  ”  she  asks  ,  still  stuck  on  the  fact  that  she  had  no  idea  how  she’d  answer  his  question  confidently  .  “  this  is  too  much  for  me  to  think  about  right  now.  ”

“ that’s perfectly okay, it is a touch heavy to ask at such a random moment. ” naveen watches cosima’s slight flail. “ we can rain check that answer, love. although, if picasso was your first decision - maybe that’s the true answer? definitely something to think over. ” naveen hums. “ any sort of pointillism piece, i think. especially by signac. i love the idea of many small pieces all coming together to create one big beautiful masterpiece. seeing the bigger picture and all that, you know? ”

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╰   *   NAVEEN  ┊  @naveentrembley.

          “tell ya what, luv,” lux grins, hopping clumsily onto the coffeeshop barstool by the spot naveen is sitting at, sliding her iced green tea onto the counter. she offers no proper greeting, no real hello; just an immediate launch into conversation about the poetry slam they’ve both showed up to watch again. “if that bird in the red flannel don’t use some kinda metaphor ’bout love and lightning storms — and specifically lightning storms — in her piece later, i’ll gladly buy your next…” she glances over at his drink, then hazards a guess, “…earl grey?” spinning on the barstool, she taps a staccato beat against the surface of the counter with her fingertip. her smile is crooked as she adds, “just ’ave a good feelin’ with this one.”

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“am i so predictable, already?” naveen feigns hurt. “of course it’s earl grey, i can’t help it soothes my vocals and soul.” he slides over a ceramic plate with two pastries on it. “can i tempt you to a treat? ” eyes scanning the crowd, he spots the girl in flannel. “the bet is on. i say she talks about the moon being her love or being infatuated with the stars. doesn’t strike me as the weather type, bet her head is up in space.” he taps a finger against his temple, mirroing lux’s smile. “how has you day been, dear? staying out of trouble or creating it?”

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rxsslxs‌:

Russell bristled at the man’s repetition, his eyebrows furrowing as he bent down to pick up a shirt both too small and too fashionable to be his. “Well, yeah, I mean, I came so…” He trailed off with a shrug as he tossed the shirt onto a nearby chair before flopping back onto his bed, his eyes closing as he spoke through a yawn.

“Oh, my neck? Yeah, looks like you’re a bit of a biter.” He chuckled softly to himself as he rubbed at the tender skin. He was sure there would be some sort of speculation on who his newest conquest was, though they never seemed to notice that just as many men hurried out of his apartment as women. Damn media and their heteronormative outlooks.

He basked in the feeling of his bed for a moment longer before he made his way back toward the bathroom and leaned against the doorframe, an amused smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he peered down at the man.

“If you think my neck is bad you should see your back. Somewhere between you yelling 'harder’ and ‘daddy’ I lost all inhibitions. It was fun though, yeah?” He winked.

“And trust me, I would be more than willing to leave you here but,” he paused slipping a T-shirt over his head and grabbing his phone to try and order some breakfast- he always had a craving for French toast after a particularly tiring night- “but you’re in my house so… breakfast?”

Naveen paused in his search, a smile fighting its way onto his lips. “Well hey, I guess good job on me then. Good job to you too then because, I mean…” Goosebumps raised along his arms. It had been a while for him and last night seemed to make up for lost time, not that he was courageous enough to say it out loud.

His face flushed, fingers pressed against his lips. The biting thing wasn’t a normal thing he did, he would just blame the gin. “Sorry about that,” naveen mumbled before making his way to the bathroom. 

“Oh my god, I don’t know what I was doing last night. I mean, I do but I’m not usually so.” He waved his hand, at a loss for words. “Uh, obscene? Salacious? Any synonym fitting that, I suppose.” Naveen dipped his head at the wink, face still flushed. “Uh, yeah. It was. A little unexpected on my end.”

Naveen weighed his options. What were the chances the paparazzi would be stalking Russell’s apartment this morning? What were the chances someone saw them at the bar together? He couldn’t stomach the thought this morning. It was kind to not be kicked out immediately. “That would be lovely, thank you. Can I grab a quick shower?”

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rxsslxs‌:

The early morning light streaming into his loft was only slightly less irritating than the pounding in his head, curtesy of the picklebacks he had been downing like water the night before, his excuse of “The pickle juice has electrolytes so I can’t get a hangover!” proving to be nothing but a fool’s wish as his stomach gave a distinctive churn.

He rushed to the restroom, emptying his stomach with a groan before pouring a hefty mouthful of mouthwash into his mouth, swishing it and spitting it out into the already flushing toilet. His back ached, the head throbbed, he was positive that the bite marks littering his neck hadn’t been there before and if the shuffling coming from the bedroom was any indication, he hadn’t made it into his bed alone last night.

“Alright, uh- good job, last night that is.” He rubbed at the back of his neck nervously as he walked back into the bedroom, his cheeks flushed in a way that was miles away from the suave man he became after a few drinks. “Do you need me to call you an Uber or get some breakfast or something?”

Shit. Shit. Shit. Naveen feigned sleep as he felt another body moving from the bed. The aching in his body was familiar and meant one thing. Shit. He opened his eyes once he was sure the other was gone before sitting up. He replayed the night in his and mind and-, oh fuck. Did he sleep with RUSSELL FUCKING LEWIS? He would stay away from gin for a long... long time. 

Maybe he could book it before Russell came back to the room,.. Naveen tossed off the bed sheets only to realize he was fully naked. Oh god, where were his clothes? There went the theory that maybe they didn’t actually sleep together, that maybe it was all a vivid dream he remembered perfectly. He wrapped the sheet around his waist and shuffled around the room in search for his clothes. 

He was bent down, searching for at least his underwear, when Russell spoke. “Good job?” Naveen repeated, horrified by the wording. That’s what his producer said after a recording job - not after sex. He stood, turning to get a look at the other. “Oh my god, did I do that?” He pointed at bite marks adorned by Russell. “Did we fuck or fight? Wait-,” Naveen scurried by in his bed sheet skirt to the bathroom, only to find himself wearing the same sort of bite marks. He felt ill. He dropped down towards the toilet, placing his forehead against the porcelain bowl. So much for his ‘straight man’ reputation. All it took was for an artist he admired and gin. “Just leave me here to die, please.” 

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michalchvks‌:

     “ YOU’RE right, you’re absolutely right. good thinking,” summer agreed with a nod of her head. “oh, hush. i don’t care about any of that. a pool is a pool is a pool. it’s better than no pool at all.” she pushed her hair away from her eyes, lighting up at the mention of a home cooked meal. “that sounds wonderful. i think you may have just sweetened the deal with that offer.”

“ thank you, thank you. i have decent ideas on occasion.” he grinned at her. naveen had a feeling that summer wouldn’t care he wasn’t living an overly lavish lifestyle but it was still nice to hear. “ i know, but i still appreciate it. i knew the pasta would be the kicker. my mom sent it from pinterest demanding that i try it, she’ll be even more thrilled i cooked for someone besides myself. ” he fished his keys from the messenger bag he wore. “ any other pressing issues, or shall we be off? ”

[michalchvks]

   “ WHAT do you think? beach side? poolside? i don’t even care as long as i can spend my day by some sort of body of water… i could really use some sun. i mean, look at me! i look like i haven’t seen sunlight in decades,” summer rambled energetically, excited to have an entire day to herself for the first time in a while. her first summer in LA had been quite unlike her summers in tennesee and she was like a kid on christmas – awake before the sun in anticipation of all the things the day could hold. “please, please, PLEASE? don’t make me go by myself,” the blonde responded without really allowing a chance for a response.

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“ the beach will be loaded with tourists. ” naveen wrinkled his nose. “ on top of paparazzi ? forget it. we could just swim at my place, if you want. it’s not particularly extravagent or an infinity pool but i like it. ” it was a better alternative to the crowded beach, in his opinion. “ plus, i have a new pasta recipe with roasted red peppers i want to make. if that tempts you anymore. ”

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accsta‌:

 “  YEAH  ,  navi  ,  what  you’re  DOING  .  i’m  not  STUPID  .  ”  he  states  ,  though  there’s  really  no  tone  to  his  voice  .  it  doesn’t  bother  him  that  naveen  was  trying  to  crack  his  shell  open  ––  it  was  bothering  him  that  it  was  WORKING  and  he  wasn’t  benefiting  from  it  .  selfish  ,  maybe  ,  but  ronan  wouldn’t  give  out  something  like  FEELINGS  for  free  ,  even  if  he  did  feel  weirdly  comfortable  talking  to  the  other  .  “  that’s  disgustingly  sweet  ,  but  i  know  you’re  bullshitting  me  .  you  think  you  can  sit  here  and  poke  and  pry  at  my  life  and  then  give  nothing  back  ?  abso-fucking-lutely  not.  ”  again  ,  his  tone  isn’t  raised  ––  it’s  CALM  ,  almost  humorous  .  “  i’m  sure  there’s  a  lot  to  know  .  you  know  shit  about  me  other  people  dream  of  knowing  and  i  …  feel  like  i  know  nothing  about  you  and  i  don’t  like  that.  ”  his  voice  gets  SOFT  ,  almost  uncomfortably  genuine  ,  causing  ronan  to  clear  his  throat  and  focus  back  on  what  he  was  trying  to  do  .  “  a  good  start.  ”  he  notes  ,  thinking  about  what  was  just  shared  with  him  .  “  have  you  tried  looking  in  one  of  those  dream  books  ?  i  mean  ,  when  i  was  seven  i  dreamed  everyday  for  a  week  that  sheep  were  trying  to  kill  me  and  my  nanny  at  the  time  told  me  dreaming  about  death  means  big  things  are  coming.  ”  he  ADDS  ,  running  a  hand  through  soft  curls  .  “  maybe  that  means  something  or  like  ––  maybe  it  only  happens  sometimes  for  a  reason  .  you  know  ?  ”

“ no, that’s-, i wouldn’t insinuate that. i know you aren’t. ” naveen reassures, eyes a touch panicked now that he’s stuck between a rock and hard place. he crosses his arms, closing himself off whilst being scolded. well, the most calm scolding he’s received in a while. ronan is right, of course. there’s something real and genuine happening, naveen doesn’t want to fuck it up. “ i’m sorry. i want to get to know you better but i do have a... tendency to withhold personal information. i’ll be better about it. ” he most likely won’t unless ronan catches him again. “ sure i have.” his eyes follow fingers through curls before trailing back to roman’s gaze. “ usually they say i’m AVOIDING an issue or person or emotion. hardly means anything if the dreams have been happening for years. ” he tries to play the comment off like a joke, as though he doesn’t already know what he’s been avoiding for so long. “ was your nanny right ? did something big happen ? ” 

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seduloustm‌:

——   *   𝐀   𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄   𝐘𝐄𝐓   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐍𝐓   𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   ╱   𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚅𝙴𝚂   𝚈𝙾𝚄   𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙾   𝙰   𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙴   𝙾𝙵   𝚁𝚄𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽   !   *   it   shouldn’t   be   such   a   strenuous   inquiry   ,   but   the   response   you   give   says   a   lot   about   the   kind   of   individual   you   are   .   much   like   everyone   else   ,   you’ve   still   got   some   discovering   to   do   !   lips   quirk   ,   eyes   are   squinting   ;   almost  searching   for   answers   before   her   gaze   shifts   back   upon   him   .  ❛   man   ,  you   almost   had   me   stumped   for   a   moment   there   but   nonetheless   ,  i’d   say   .   .   .   FRIDA   KAHLO   &   hear   me   out   before   you   scold   me   .   no   it   has   NOTHING   to   do   with   her   bold   eyebrows   -   which   by   the   way   ,   were   fucking   beautiful   .   anyone   who   says   different   ,   i’m   CONVINCED   are   jelly   because   either   a   )   they   can’t   pull   unibrow   or   b   )  their   eyebrows   are   non   -   existent   .   but   no   ,   i   love   her   artwork   because   it   was   genuine   &   raw   !   people   automatically   label   artists   that   self   portrait   as   ’   arrogant   ’   or   ’   narcissistic   ’  ,  but   frida   did   them   to   acknowledge   her   insecurities   &   flaws   ,   creating   life   &   beauty   out   of   them   .   not   to   sound   EGOTISTICAL   or   anything   ,   but   i   can   so  relate   to   that   .   .   .   perhaps   not   all   through   music   ,   but   life   itself   .   ❜

naveen waits, he’s a patient man after all. posing such questions made you that way. " i don’t think it sounds egotistical - why not try to encapsulate the sort of thing that kahlo did ? people didn’t understand her, they still don’t. especially because she doesn’t fit the european beauty standard. i mean, hell, most people are so focused on the way she painted self-portraits, they ignore that she was a huge political activist . ” naveen’s words hold no heat, but rolls his eyes over his own comment. he sits back,  tucking a hand under his chin in thought.  “ i think that’s a pretty brilliant choice, by the way. there’s no way i would scold you for picking frida kahlo. do you have a specific piece of hers that stands out ? ”

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bicncas‌:

“oh, i’m sure you’d be so creative and come up with some mindblowing ideas.” she shrugged it off, shaking her head in response to his thoughts regarding her position. her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink, now grinning from ear to ear, so much that her eyes were nearly closed from smiling so brightly. “aw, he called me his pageant child.. feeling loved and appreciated.” she tilted her head to the side, still grinning brightly, until he began his explanation of their trip to france. “okay, literally all of that sounds great except for the cigarettes part. can we buy fake ones just for the aesthetic of our photos? i’d be just like augustus waters.” she giggled at her joke, then quieted down after his next comment. “we totally should; literally, who’s stopping us right now?”

“creative, sure. but being able to execute it the way you do? absolutely not. i’d crack under the pressure - i’m lucky i make it to the studios some days.” naveen sighed with much drama, pressing the back of his hand to his forehead. “it’s exhausting, you’ve seen my own instagram. it’s pitiful.” naveen winked at bianca. “we’ll win all the pageants, you’re miles ahead of honey boo boo.” he let out another dramatic sigh but nodded. “fine, fine - no cigarettes. how very selfish of you to keep me from a bad habit. we’ll buy fake ones but only we can know they’re fake.” he paused. “‘You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don't give it the power to do its killing.’ right, isn’t that the quote?” there was a long list of things stopping them, money, time, work - but naveen just smiled at her. “listen if you seriously want to go, we can figure it out. if not us, then who?” 

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maxhq‌:

“ here i am! “ she teased. “that’s exactly what happened to me. i’ve tried to keep writing but nothing’s worked so far and i’m starving so i thought why not? maybe we can help each other out with writing while we eat?” she suggested with a smile. “pasta? or sandwiches? i’m up for anything, dude.” 

“ that works for me, ” naveen was more than happy to take a break. “ hmm, both sound pretty good. i’ll say... yeah, let’s do pasta. get carb heavy. should we do delivery or get out of here ? ” 

[speedfm]

* 𝖘𝖓𝖆𝖕𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖔 → 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 .

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feelingtm‌:

𝐌𝐀𝐂  :  oh my god 𝐌𝐀𝐂  :  thats literally a sign .  𝐌𝐀𝐂  :  you have no choice now . you must watch finding dory or the universe will come for u . 

NAVI : RIGHT ?! NAVI : then it’s settled, i’ll watch it tonight and give you a scathing review.

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alrightadrian‌:

“ i’m not sure he’s classified as ‘famous,’ but pawel kuczynski, ” adrian replied, close to certain that she’d pronounced his last name correctly ( god knows she’d run over it enough times ). she’d never been big into the art scene –– while she could appreciate those stereotypical pieces of art you were supposed to appreciate ( shoutout to ‘starry night’ ), the only art that she’d actually found herself attracted to, if you will, was the aforementioned’s. the mixture of cynicism and symbolism ? how sexy.

“ kuczynski... kuzynski... ” he tapped on his chin, trying to recall the artist. “ OH, he does a lot of the political and satirical pieces right ? he might not be famous in the classical sense, but a pretty poignant artist for this century. ” he wasn’t surprised by adrian’s choice, it seemed pretty fitting. “ i think he was a real pioneer for art that highlights our dependency of technology, his other pieces get lost because of that. good choice, though. “