#aperturcs

[invcntions]

CLOSED STARTER for @aperturcs <3

he's in the middle of typing a message when the conversation from the man in the queue ahead of him can't help but drift back to finn. light eyes lift to the figure in front, the words on the screen momentarily forgotten as he glances over the all too familiar head of hair. he'd know the voice anywhere, even now. still, he gives himself a moment to be sure as the other male looks for his wallet, smile tugging at the far edges of his lips in confirmation it's exactly who finn thinks it is. “ i can get it. ” he interrupts, stepping forward to offer the waitress his own coffee order before moving to pay for them both. “ i'm sure it's my round anyway. ” the joking does little to help the way his heart skips a beat as he meets the familiar gaze. it's been longer that finn sometimes likes to remember, but it's still dante, his own features softening as he glances over the older version of the other male. “ hi. ”

[invcntions]

CLOSED STARTER for @aperturcs <3

he's been pacing for so long, cody's sure he must be wearing faint circles into the marks of the wooden floor. the anxious movement does little to help, offering the occasional stomach-churning realisation that his steps are leading him no where near taylor. in fact, he's keeping his distance in a way he's not sure he's ever done with the other male before. “ this is bad. ” it's not the first time he's muttered the pointless observation, hand pushing back through messy, dark curls as he pauses to turn and face him. “ it's really bad. ” but it's still taylor, and meeting the familiar gaze doesn't change the fact that's all cody sees when he looks at him. even if he is technically dead now. “ did it hurt? ” the question slips from his lips before he's able to stop it, features dropping at the sudden mental image it conjures of taylor going through everything alone.

[bcrrycakes]

CLOSED FOR @aperturcs / cont. from here

he knew from experience that the worst part after a breakup was all of the time alone. time alone meant more time to think and ruminate and spiral until it led to binge watching romcoms at midnight and shoveling through a pint of ice cream. or maybe that was just him. either way ⏤ getting taylor out of the house still feels like the least he can do. "no it doesn't, it looks like this," he pouts dramatically. "no corn mazes, got it," his face shifts to overly serious so quickly, nods sharply, "but i have something way better than a corn maze in mind. do you not trust me?"

[skippingframes]

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niko lounged back against the kitchen counter like he OWNED the damn apartment, red solo cup dangling loose from his inked fingers while noise and bass rattled through the walls around him. he caught someone staring from across the room and smirked immediately, sharp and easy. “careful,” he called over the music, tilting his head a little. “you keep lookin’ at me like THAT and i’m gonna start thinkin’ you recognized me from the internet.” his grin widened after a second. “which, honestly, would make you, like, the SECOND hottest person here.”

[skippingframes]

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“okay, but tell me if this is INSANE,” zwena said, waving a makeup brush around dangerously while she talked. “i saw this girl on live saying she uses setting spray between EVERY layer. primer, spray, foundation, spray, concealer, spray. at that point you’re not doing makeup anymore, you’re clear-coating your face like a car.” they snorted into their iced coffee, already shaking their head. “and if i ever start calling blush ‘color story placement,’ i need you to put me down IMMEDIATELY.”