#zeke.

[c0zys]

open to: m , f + nb

" if you walk out that door , we're done . no more surprises or chances , we are done . "

[everseens]

"don't you think it's time to move on from all of this? i mean, i did." / @dcynnight

[gcnnerpaxton]

Staring in what could only be described as a disconcerting way, Gunner pingponged between two names that stuck in his head as he stared at Zeke. Lana had talked about him enough times that Gunner should’ve known his name by heart by now, but his mind was foggy with alcohol, “Hey... Zack,” he finally blurted, still unsure of whether he’d spat out the right name or not, “Here - your, uh. Drugs fell out of your back pocket. I mean, I’m assuming they’re yours. Not that - no judgment, or anything. Fun stuff.” @zekielvd​

[teddylawrence]

“Suh-wing and a miss! Hey, batter, batter -,” Using the barbecue’s grill brush as a make shift bat, Teddy watched as the now empty beer can he swung at soared through the air. Had it knocked into anyone else’s head, he would’ve been apologetic, but the fact that it was Zeke had him bursting out into automatic, raucous laughter, “Oopsie daisies! Sorry, my guy... I mean, you get it. Very circular thing you got going on there, head wise. It’s, like, the perfect target. Wasn’t trying, though, I swear!” @zekielvd​

[ezramercvr]

“Pretty swanky place ya got here,” Mercy mumbled after whistling low under his breath. Even the decor of the beach home screamed luxury - Mercy knew that Zeke had money, but sometimes he forgot just how much, “Be a pretty fun place to host sex parties. Lots of room for sweat and cum, y’know?” he pointed out, observation disturbingly casual. Mostly, it was to dissipate the minor tension between them that’d been present since the fight with Danny, which so far, he’d been unsuccessful in doing, “Still want the 8 Ball?” @zekielvd​

[leofcwler]

It was rare that Leo found himself on the Livingstone campus unless it was to work a necessary shift at the small chain of Fowler’s Flowers that couldn’t be covered by one of the few students that worked there. However, it was still easy enough to find Yates, had been to a few parties there, so after double checking that the door he’d made it to matched with the one Zeke had texted him, Leo began to knock obnoxiously, “Honey, I’m home!” was all the warning he gave before whipping the door open in the next second. For all the times they’d hung out together, even at Leo’s house a few times, he realized he’d never actually been to Zeke’s dorm, eyeing the area immediately, “I was expecting something... more, to be honest,” he admitted once he’d kicked the door closed behind him, “Like a sex dungeon or something. Maybe a drug ring? This is pretty tame.” @zekevd

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ERASERTHREAD;;

@honeyrodsoflandtown @landtownbabe

leah was on time. this was worth mentioning, both because she almost never was, and because no one else was. except stefan, of course, but stefan didn’t count, because not only was stefan always on time, but stefan was always early, and never concerned about being early because he always had so much work to do and he’d stay on his clunky old laptop halfway into dinner, anyway, so it was basically like he was actually always late, so really, it was just leah, and she was on time, and compared to everyone else, she was early, and it was a miracle. 

pickles were on the table in front of her. the bartender had offered leah chips, but eating before everybody arrived felt off. eating alone had always made leah feel lonely; nobody should eat without having someone to eat along with, that was what her mother used to say. so she sat and looked at the pickles she’d ordered to be polite, because she may be punk rock but true punk rock supported local businesses, and she flicked her black lacquered thumb nail against the stained redwood of the bar and waited for her family to arrive. the sound of stefan’s typing -- mostly the unmistakable clack clack clack clack clack of repetitive backspacing -- kept her company, before she finally heard the sound of the door swinging open. 

spinning around on the barstool, leah grinned at the approaching figure -- one of her own, just as she’d hoped! -- and promptly threw open her arms for a hug. 

“i’m so glad you’re here,” she whined. “i thought i was going to be alone with stefan all night.” 

“well, that is incredibly hurtful.” stefan said, but his tone was flat, and his eyes never left his computer screen. 

“where have you been?! family dinner night at seven means family dinner night at seven.” briefly having the higher ground on punctuality had clearly gone to leah’s head. “i’m hungry!”