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atlas ↠ ???
atlas: i found a pair of panties outside your door
atlas: they are extremely lacy
atlas: please tell me they belong to you/someone who was with you
atlas: i really dont have time to play pantie sleuth
atlas: help
sonny: if they're blue they're mine
sonny: what are they doing outside my door??
sonny: also why are you lurking outside my door?? weirdo
iMessage ✉️ ???
cara: last night was an adventure huh?
cara: i mean you made me take a photo of you under the stairs at the bar. “Look I’m Harry Potter.”
cara: ive got a video as proof.
sonny: you need to stop letting me buy tequila shots
sonny: i don't know how i ended up in my bed
sonny: but i have a suspicious looking bruise on my forehead???
lcstiisms:
the musical refrain, charlie thought, was the loveliest possible end to what had been a laboriously { long } & unsuccessful day of trying to compose another song. his expression reflecting a heavy forlornness & his hues downcast, defeat gnawed away at the tendrils and blood of charlie’s heart the way that hunger churns within one’s stomach the night before pay day. the melody and emotion that propelled the velvety sound of a lone saxophone through the dusky philadelphia air, however, seemed to ease the sinking feeling of FAILURE that burdened the blond as he stepped out of the station, feet following the sound until he made a happy chance of stumbling across its source —— a curly haired angel male.
veined hands delved into trouser pockets in search of the FIFTY DOLLAR BILL that charlie always carried —— { just in case of emergencies } ; an echoed habit of a glimmering life that was charlie’s before he RAN ——, eyes downwards bound, assisting the tactile money search of his hands with a visual back-up. unceremoniously, the quest continued for a strained minute or two, and when charlie finally brought his gaze back up to rest upon the sight of the busker, he was provided with a spectacle of malignancy and thoughtlessness that he hadn’t been prepared for.
gray eyes glared DAGGERS at the uncouth group of youths, and charlie was out for their BLOOD as his own began to boil. but alas ! by the time charlie had finally gotten close, the group of adolescents had long since moved on, leaving the brunet on his knees to clean up after their cruelty. without the stall of even the briefest of seconds, charlie too, was kneeling on the pavement, collecting the rubbish that had been left. “ you needn’t pay them any mind. ” he started ; and though his words were directed the latter’s way, his gaze was not —— trained instead upon the task at hand. “ i thought it was lovely … what you were playing, i mean. ” the words left charlie’s lips honeyed & with an air of warmth that startled the blond himself. not quite knowing what else was left to say, charlie then simply opted to collect the last scrap of rubbish that lay in the busker’s case, then leaving his fifty dollar bill in the very spot that it had just lain.
it had happened before– the abuse shouted at him by ignorant passers assuming he was out begging for money. not once has anyone considered that maybe he played for the love of his instrument and music. sometimes there were the few that just made his day. putting a brilliant smile on his face by complimenting him, or even requesting certain music. if sonny knew it– he always played it. if he didn’t, well, he would tell them to come back in a few days and he would learn it and play it just for them. he didn’t do it for the tips, just the idea of bringing even just a little bit of happiness to someone’s day was enough.
however, on days like this when he’s on his knees, pulling out half eaten food from his beloved saxophone case, he questions if it’s all worth it. the feeling of hurt and despair that he can’t seem to shake after an incident like this happens, and it has happened before. he has no doubt that it will happen again. sonny tried to shake the feeling from his head, telling himself that it will be okay. he’ll go home, maybe spend some time with his flatmates and the thoughts will be pushed to the back of his head. they won’t be forgotten though, no, they’re never forgotten.
upon noticing a presence suddenly drop down beside him, sonny’s head shot up with a panicked expression on his features. afraid– no– terrified that someone else was about to start. his hands automatically grabbed onto his case, as if to protect it, but when he heard a soft voice, he faltered. “o-oh,” he stammered, staring at the lad with brilliant blonde hair. he could feel the flush of heat travelling up the back of his neck, and no doubt his cheeks had tinted a rosy pink at his compliment. “thank you. really– that– uh, that means a lot.” he couldn’t form words all of a sudden. the compliment was so unexpected and took him by utter shock. “oh! no– please don’t worry about all of this.” he breathed out with a shake of his head, feeling just awful that the lad was helping him clean up the rubbish. his head tilted and he frowned in confusion at the sight of a fifty dollar bill inside his case. he definitely would have noticed if that was there earlier. “oops– careful. you dropped this.” he said with the smallest of smiles, handing the bill back to him.
josaltieri:
Josephine wrapped an arm around Sonny’s waist, and bounced up and down a few times in order to reach his cheek to give him a barely-there kiss. “ You don’t owe me shit. I care about you, Son. You’re, like, the sweetest kid I know. But, if you ever tell anyone I kissed you and let you hug me like this, I’ll put a boa on you in your sleep and let it suffocate you. “ She pulled away from the embrace and walked over to the group of teenagers who were still standing a few feet away. “ If you ever fuck ‘round with my boy again, I’ll make sure it’s the last thing you do. Now, run along and have a nice day. “ She grinned and, as they turned to leave, she stuck her leg out and tripped the guy who laughed the loudest. Oops.
“Alright-- alright.” Sonny giggledlaughed, cheeks dimpling from the force of his smile. “Please don’t suffocate me, but I do want that boa when we get home.” He gathered up his things, pulling his jacket on as Josephine went over to the group of lads and Sonny froze, eyes widening at just how fearless she was, and willing to stand up for him without any hesitation. God-- he loved her. If this had happened when he first moved to the city, Sonny probably would have been in tears by now. But instead, he found himself laughing the situation away. “You’re going to get us into a fight one day. And you know me, I’m more likely to hurt myself than anyone else.” He said, tone laced with amusement. He placed his hands on her shoulders, steering her away from the station. “C’mon, trouble. Take me home.”
atlas-jespers:
Atlas frowned, the muted, hazy version of Sonny barely recognizable. Passion for Atlas came in quiet forms – they liked their job, their friends, their hobbies, but there had never been a specific thing that made Atlas’ heart sing. “It might be time for you to stake out better venues than this one, Sonny,” Atlas said breezily, though their eyebrows remained furrowed in anger. They offered their hand to take the case from Sonny’s grasp. “If you’re headed home, then let me walk you.”
“Oh... y’know-- don’t really have time with working and the bar and everything.” Sonny shrugged, knowing he was just making up excuses because he was scared of trying to take his music career further. Rejection and disappointment was all he could imagine from his future if he genuinely tried to earn a living off playing his sax. Nervous, almost shaky delicate hands gave over his case to Atlas as he nodded once, managing another small smile. “You’re too kind to me, Atlas.”
josaltieri:
Josephine was walking home from a late afternoon photo session where she had taken a young couple’s engagement photos, and she was daydreaming about her own future wedding — the color scheme, the location, the band —when she heard a recognizable voice and loud laughter. She squinted her eyes and used her hands to block the sun, and that’s when she saw him. Her roommate. Sonny. He was on the ground, a few feet ahead of her, and from what she could see; he looked upset. Josephine was by his side before she even realized she was moving. She sneered at the young boys and girls, who were still laughing and pointing at her friend. “ What the mother-fucking-fuck do you think you’re doing? Leave, now, before I make you regret ever being born. “ She turned to Sonny, and poked the top of his head repeatedly. “ You good, bro? “
Sonny wished the group of kids would go away. He couldn’t even stand up to them he was that pathetic. As best as he could, he ignored the horrible things they were saying and continued to pack up his stuff, which included picking up a half eaten McDonald’s burger from his case. Brilliant. He almost jumped at the sudden voice from beside him and actually let out a laugh at Josephine, as tiny as she was, giving the group such a hard time that they even looked intimidated. “I’m good, bro.” He grinned, grabbing his case and standing. Without hesitation, he pulled Jo to his side, wrapping his free arm around her and squeezing her tight. “Thank you.” He murmured sincerely before stooping a bit and pressing a kiss to her temple. The god damn tiny girl. Sonny always was the over affectionate type. “I owe you big time.”
atlas-jespers:
It wasn’t much of a routine, but any days Atlas didn’t have to work, they spent in the town. Being alone in their apartment was a crushing loneliness, the silence unwittingly seeping into their reluctant bones. Flipping on the TV, riffling through a book, helped some but there was no real substitute for the clean – as clean as the city could be – outside air.
Their boots scraped against the cement sidewalk as they stopped behind Sonny’s stooped form. The familiar face was a welcome sight – Atlas was soon to head home in absence of things to do. “Am I too late for the show?” they said, bending to help him pick the trash from the case. “I’ll have to be quicker next time.”
Honestly, Sonny felt awful. He did have a job, he just busked on the side pretty much just for fun. He never made enough to cover any bills or rent with his music. God-- why were people so mean. Upon hearing a familiar voice and feeling a presence bend down beside him, Sonny looked and couldn’t help the little smile from appearing on his lips. “Atlas,” he murmured, no way near his usually too-bubbly-almost-annoying tone. “Unfortunately. I have to move quick before the old lady with her guitar comes and kicks me out of her spot.” He laughed quietly, placing his sax in his case before standing up. “Thank you.” He added quietly, scuffing the toe of his boot on the floor.
Sonny has just finished up the last piece of music he was playing on his saxophone for the day. His spot was right near the station and he loved to play during rush hour. Mostly because there were more people to drop a dollar or so into his case, but also because he hoped to bring a little bit of happiness to someone with his music after a rubbish day at work. Just as he was about to empty the small amount of money he’d collected into a little bag he carried with him, a group of kids who were maybe about fifteen or so chucked a load of their rubbish into his case at his feet. “Wow, thanks.” He called out, sarcasm heavy in his tone. This only caused the kids to laugh and shout stuff at him about being a ‘homeless bum’ and that he should get a job. Honestly, it wasn’t the first time and definitely wouldn’t be the last but it still didn’t stop Sonny from dropping to his knees with a heavy sigh, pulling the rubbish from his case. He tried not to let it bother him too much, but y’know, he was only human who was maybe a little too sensitive.
josaltieri:
“ all i need right now is a bubble bath, a mimosa and some elvis presley playing & i’ll have the most relaxin’ evening on this planet. ”
“i can’t help you with the bubble bath and mimosa but i can help you with the elvis presley and offer to share my very cheap and questionable choice of wine.”
rcmanism:
☂ —- WHEN most people thought of the laundromat, they envisioned a sea of white, beige, and light blue with the constant rumble of washers and dryers doing what their names entailed – washing and drying things. most people also envisioned these places set in the morning, since laundry was, usually, done sometime in the a.m. NOT MANY people, when picturing a laundromat, would include a twenty-one year old university student standing in just a too-small tee shirt and bright yellow boxer briefs with a cheese stick in hand. it’s not that ROMAN intended to only be wearing his bright yellow boxer briefs – he had actually been wearing sweatpants, before realizing they had a coffee stain on them, and considering it was rather late and no one was around, had shucked them off and tossed them in with the load of laundry he was already doing. he had the cheese stick because, well, he had it in his hand coming from his apartment, and planned on finishing it, was all. so, he stood there in his bright-yellow boxer briefs, leaned his elbows on the washer with his clothes in it while he waited for the load to finish, and scrolled through his phone idly while taking the occasional glance around.
sonny really had to stop leaving everything right to the last minute. now he was stuck with no clean clothes and two massive bags of laundry that he had to get sorted urgently. wearing sweatpants, flip flops and the most awful hawaiian shirt going, he headed down the street to the laundromat, trying not to sulk, but he would have to be in there for ages on his night off and he just couldn’t be bothered. so he was sulking. he pushed open the door and went inside and he definitely did not stomp his feet a little. although, open entering he noticed another presence inside and his jaw dropped a little at the sight of him. wow. “i’m not sure about the yellow if i’m honest, but kudos for trying the new look, roman.” he smiled, trying not to laugh at his own words as he headed to the washer beside roman. at least he wasn’t the only hideously dressed one.
peacecara:
“Oh I’m sorry, did you want some of these fries? I probably shouldn’t eat them all by myself anyway.”
“Hell yeah I do. I can’t believe you tried to be sneaky and eat them all without me. So disrespectful, Cara. Appalling behaviour, honestly.”
nikclaim:
if there was one thing to undoubtedly put nikolai on edge despite the seemingly never-ending fixture it became in his life, it would be any attempt of contact put forth by his parents. in this case it would be the three missed calls and two voicemails left behind by his mother. something of which that nikolai would no doubt leave unanswered until the end of the week. the familiar feeling of restlessness had been creeping up on nikolai since he left his apartment for rehearsal, slowly suffocating him with missed cues and flat notes from his coworkers before a break was finally decided on by mazhar, the conductor. nikolai could only guess that the break would be an hour at most in hopes that the orchestra could get a grip on the score for next thursday’s debut of daphnis et chloé. the stress of both the score and his parents combined already had nikolai’s fingers twitching at his sides, tapping against his leg, longing for his piano as he made the short walk from the kimmel center of performing arts to the busting starbucks at the opposite side of the street. “черт побери.” nikolai cursed, blue eyes narrowing upon the sight of the long line despite it being five in the evening and stuffing his hands inside his pants pockets to keep him from fidgeting anymore. he dragged his gaze across the coffee shop, indifference with a slight pinch of agitation mixed into his expression before meeting the gaze of a person near him in line. “can i help you with something ?” nikolai said aloud, accent thick and tone laced with boredom, contrary his words.
it had been a long old day for sonny. it was annoyingly slow while he was performing by the station, which was usually the best spot but he only made about half the earnings he usually does. maybe he was off his game? maybe people just didn’t appreciate his music? he made a mental note to find some new songs to play for the next week. despite it being a slow day, sonny felt absolutely drained and since he had to start work at the bar in a few hours, he needed a coffee. he strolled to the nearest starbucks, his tatty saxophone case in hand and joined the long queue that was almost at the door. while he waited, he took the chance to be nosypeople watch. he watched a family in the corner, taking up way too many chairs for the four of them, he watched a couple near him that were so loved up and wrapped up in themselves that their order had to be called four times before they heard it. sonny smiled at that. he turned, watching someone approach the queue so sonny was no longer last in line. he didn’t mean to stare. it’s just that sonny was sure that he recognised the guy. he almost jumped when the lad spoke, so immersed in his head trying to figure out where he knew him from. “no-- no, sorry. just thought-- do i know you?” sonny couldn’t help but ask.
stfupilot:
“ listen pal, ” normally pilot would have at least put in some effort to be a little friendlier, but he had just gotten back from taking the graveyard shift at the garage and all he wanted to do was down a corona and go the fuck to sleep. so, yeah, he wasn’t as welcoming as he should have been when he was interrupted halfway through unlocking his apartment door. “ this had better be fucking important because im about 30 seconds away from PUNCHING a hole in this door to get to my bed faster. ”
“hi, pilot.” he grinned, completely unfazed by the other’s seemingly bad mood. “you don’t happen to have a spare key for my apartment, do you? just so happens that i might be locked out right now.” sonny admitted with a shrug, a sheepish smile appearing on his lips. it was a pretty regular occurrence for sonny to lock himself out. usually he was leaving the apartment in such a rush, and today was no different.