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SHE LOOKS AT HIM with exasperation mixed with contempt and it should be signal enough for royce to turn around and leave. but no matter how far apart they are, their paths inevitably cross again sooner or later. « i actually came to bother my sister, » he clarifies, but he's stilled completely in front of her now and makes no effort to move. « you seen her ? she's about this tall, » he holds out a flat hand against his chest, « has the squeakiest voice south of the north pole, and has undoubtedly thrown up once or twice already. » he grins at erin playfully. she probably knows dana better than he does, but it doesn't stop him from jabbing a little at her every chance he gets. « but i can bother you too. i'm great at multitasking. »

#ˋ°•*⁀➷ erin ― thread.#erin x royce.#silkchvffon.

royce and erin being in close proximity became inevitable after some time. with her growing friendship to his sister, and his insistent desire to make himself known, she’d gotten used to him. “figures,” she doesn’t move from before him, shifting her weight to the opposite leg. tolerate was the easiest word erin could come up with about royce. she tolerated him, in all his unserious and bubbly joy, something she had never known for herself. maybe that’s why she tolerated him — quietly curious about how one could be so optimistic. “that’s exactly where she was going: the bathroom,” erin laughed softly at the teasing he was giving his sister, quickly turning into a slight roll of her eyes and shake of her head. of course he’s staying around to pester her. she could entertain him, she thought, or rather the drink she’d had had settled in her, better equipping her for whatever mess royce would bring. “how about you come to the kitchen with me? I need another drink,” erin grabbed his wrist, already leading them to the kitchen as she spoke, more of a statement than a question.

dirtyauthority

ravi couldn't help but smile at that. there was something amusing about hearing frankie declare she was taking the summer off with so much confidence, like she hadn't just spent the last however many years proving she was physically incapable of sitting still for longer than a week at a time. "a whole summer?" he echoed, eyebrows lifting. "frankie, i've seen the way your brain works. you say that now, but i give it... maybe ten days before you're pacing around the apartment convincing yourself you've accidentally retired at twenty-something." his laughter slipped out low and easy. "which, honestly, would be impressive. most people wait until at least fifty before they start dramatically announcing they're done with everything." the smile lingered a little longer than intended before softening. "you should take the break though. seriously." his gaze drifted toward her for a moment. "you've earned it." and he meant that. when she teased him about distractions, ravi immediately groaned as though personally attacked. "see, that's exactly the kind of thing i'm talking about." he pointed at her. "you say you'll try not to distract me, but that's impossible because -- i don't know." he redirected himself, trailing off slowly. then came the question. you think i'm pretty? that pulled a laugh straight from his chest. "frankie." he dragged her name out like she was being ridiculous. his eyes met hers again. "of course you're pretty." the words came naturally. almost too naturally. "you have that whole unfair thing going for you. where somebody looks at you for five seconds and suddenly forgets what they were talking about." he shook his head dramatically. "it's honestly a little selfish." her next comment earned another grin. how could i ever ignore you? "that's exactly what someone says right before they ignore twelve texts and vanish for three business days." he leaned farther back into his chair. but then she told him he was always welcome to come lay in her bed. for once, ravi actually paused. not because it shocked him. because he liked hearing it more than he probably should have. his smile softened around the edges. "see, now that's dangerous." his voice dropped quieter. "because if you keep saying things like that, eventually i'm going to start believing i'm one of your favorite people." he let the thought linger there for a second before his grin returned. "and then you'll never get rid of me. i'll be showing up with snacks, bad opinions, and whatever half-finished script is ruining my life that week. it'll be a whole situation." the laugh that followed was warm, but his eyes stayed on her a second longer than necessary. "fair warning."

#ˋ°•*⁀➷ frankie ― thread.#frankie x ravi.#dirtyauthority.#this is overdue im sorry! i cant stay away from these 2 tho oops

she nodded with the same confidence at his echo, unable to stop the laugh that followed. she could see the disbelief on his face. it sounded crazy to other friends of hers, too. there hadn't been a time in years where she wasn't juggling multiple projects at once. chaos brought her comfort, whether it ended in a positive or negative light. “hey,” she warned, eyes squinting as she pointed her index finger at him. “no speaking it into existence. do you really want me pestering you about which bridge club i should join?” she played along, her smile mirroring his as she shuffled to sit at the edge of the bed. “i think so too,” frankie agreed with ease. the break, the possibility of some normalcy in their day-to-day life, was what she had worked so hard for to begin with. it would be a disservice not to attempt it at least. her gaze didn't waver from his, eyebrows raising when ravi pointed at her this time. “you don't know,” they repeated, deciding the teasing was enough for now. frankie knew she was being ridiculous, but it didn't change the way she fought a blush to her cheeks. dammit, ravi, he just had to say things so perfectly sometimes. it pissed her off, in the most endearing way. kicking herself off the edge of the bed, frankie pulled an empty chair from his desk and sat right by ravi, elbows pressing into her thighs. maybe part of her wanted to test his words, a light way to get him back for nearly making her blush so obviously in front of him. “so i'm selfish now?” one brow raised as the question left their lips. “i'm learning so much about what you think about me tonight,” frankie joked, low effort put into rolling her eyes. the laugh that escaped was far from forced. “hey, i don't vanish for more than a day. i'm classy about it,” hair flicked over their shoulder, always finding a way to make the situation more dramatic. she liked saying that out loud more than she originally thought—more than necessary. maybe the chance he'd actually take her up on it, the two of them hanging out more than they did now, was a blessing and a curse. still, frankie's composure was kept, focusing on the way she was enjoying their time right now. "and i would welcome you and your troubled artist rambles with open arms,” her eyes held his, a warm smile appearing on her lips despite the challenge in her gaze. “try me.”

atcmicwhispers

dahlia easily slid into the seat beside him, one leg tucked beneath her as she focused on the speaker as the music began to play. she sat and listened, letting it play through before providing any commentary. dahlia glanced at ares and laughed softly, "you look like you're about to shit yourself," she teased, bumping his shoulder. "the bridge is probably my favorite part. i know it's still a bit rough, but i like how it feels — like you decided to not focus on making it pretty, and just let it be honest," she exclaimed, reaching over for the mouse to drag the timeline back to the section she was referring to. "yeah, that. that's gonna get stuck in people's heads."

#ˋ°•*⁀➷ ares ― thread.#ares x dahlia.#atcmicwhispers.

“i think i might,” he chuckled, leaning back in his chair. ares tried not to watch her as they listened along, but he couldn't help it. his fingers found themselves fidgeting with the end of his shirt. it was the first time anyones ears besides his own were hearing this, and even if he knew he was talented, there was still the off chance it was simply bad. hearing dahlia's praise brought a smile to his lips, letting out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. he valued her opinion. “it's got a long way to go, i only got this to be one piece yesterday, but i like where its going,” he nodded along to the part she was referring to, his eyes fond. “i'm thinking of keeping it for me instead of selling it, but i haven't made up my mind yet.” ares admitted. “enough about me, what's been new with you? it feels like it's been a long time since i've seen you.”

ofecho3s

as ares nudged him , aspen leaned into the comfort of his friend. he knew , deep down , that ares was right — aspen already knew what to do. sometimes it just helped talking things through to work through all the emotions and questions he had. "i'm a good dad." it wasn't a question. aspen knew that he gave his all for millie. no one would be able to deny that. "i have been looking at a few schools closer to work ," he admitted after a while , flashing ares a tentative grin. it wouldn't be a surprise , he suspected. aspen liked having multiple options before making a big decision. "i appreciate it , for real. i'm sure this wasn't what you imagined when you swung by tonight. we were supposed to focus on the song and all of a sudden it became all about me and my problems." it was said almost sheepishly , and he cast a quick glance at his friend once more. “it really does sound amazing , by the way.”

#ˋ°•*⁀➷ ares ― thread.#ares x aspen.#ofecho3s.

he let his arm drape around aspen, patting his shoulder and giving it a light squeeze. ares had always appreciated when aspen leaned on him, even for small things and opinions. it wasn’t always easy to let someone into your head and what you’re feeling, and he never took it for granted. “not good, great.” ares emphasized, returning the grin once he looked over at him. aspen was always prepared. “of course you have. have you visited them yet?” he asked, curious. he didn't know if he could help in any way, but he would if the chance rose. “please, don’t sweat it,” he waved it off with a shrug of his shoulder. “this is a passion project, anyway. something I was messing around with in the middle of the night. besides, what you’re going through is important to me too.” ares enjoyed spending time with him, so it was truly nothing for the other to worry over. returning the glance, a genuine smile tugged on ares’ lips. “yeah? I thought about making music for myself instead of others for once, y’know? it’s a very rough draft.”

me and this retrograde? not friends. but! i’ll finally have time this weekend so all my drafts (+ new starters) will be here soon!

#ooc #I miss all my threads you’ll be seeing me tonight

russianblush

no ai usage over here. you’re gonna get my shitty authentic writing whether you like it or not

#ooc #& that’s that!

HER FIRST MISTAKE IS not being faster, not leaving before he wakes. she knows the moment she makes eye contact with those intoxicating blue hues that she's in trouble — that she'll melt against him again, will do anything he asks of her if it means she gets to stay for another minute. and then he'll find an excuse to toss her aside for days and she'll have no choice but to accept. it's the returning she should opt out of and yet she ends up here every time. she ought to think higher of herself, but the option of falling asleep next to a warm body wins every time, and a bruised heart seems like a small price to pay in the grand scheme of things. « i really shouldn't, » she counters with a sad smile, but she's already drifting back to him and his arm is around her and she's flown right back into the spider's net. « we're rehearsing a new routine. and what would we even do the whole day, hm ? » she raises one eyebrow to invite the challenge.

#ˋ°•*⁀➷ logan ― thread.#logan x natalya.#silkchvffon.#your honor? i fear im obsessed

he sees the shift in her gaze. the first glance was a no, though the second, he could sense it in her smile, told him she just needed a little more convincing. “oh, i can think of a few things we could do the whole day," he replies, a smirk tugging on his lips. logan shifted so he was sitting up beside her, the sheets still draping his legs. “i was thinking we could go get breakfast… that place you like down the block,” he begins, thumb brushing against the exposed skin at her hips. his lips placed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to her shoulder, peppering a few up to her neck between his words. “could stop by my studio with me to grab a couple things… you always eye that store next to it too,” logan trailed, his gaze fixed on her. she was good – too good for him. too good to be something he didn't hold onto like he might lose it. he knew that. felt it when he looked at her, too, especially times like these. this time he kissed her cheek. then right at the corner of her lips. “make our way back here.. i promise i'll actually try and watch the movie this time." natalya was more than he could dream of, which is exactly why he couldn't let himself get too close. befpre the thoughts could stay, he leaned forward with a short kiss to her lips, not being able to stop the tug of a smile on his when he pulled away, seeing she wasn't ready to yet. “come on, nat,” he pleaded, free hand coming up to cup her jaw, meeting her eyes with a grin. ”you don't really want to go, do you?" it was his turn to raise an eyebrow, waiting for her next move.

“ liked? ” one eyebrow lifts in quiet amusement. “ you don’t anymore? ” most people would probably assume that, after everything that had happened between them, after a goodbye that had been as complicated as it was painful and a distance that had at times felt impossible to survive, she would no longer care about hearing things like that from him. but she did. ares had never been one of the reasons she left, even if, sadly, he had not been enough of a reason to make her stay. the truth of it still sat somewhere inside her, softened by time but never quite gone. still, catherine lets none of that reach the surface, hiding it behind one of her unmistakable smiles, the kind that makes everything sound lighter than it really is.

a sigh slips from her, gentle and unforced. “ i missed people. ” not home, because she still could not imagine walking down the street where she had spent her whole life with her family, and she had been careful not to let her parents know she was back, but the friends she had left behind. and, stubbornly, despite all her efforts to deny it, someone else too. “ i’m spending the holidays here this year. maybe we’ll run into each other a few more times. i’m sure we have a lot of catching up to do. ” she says it as if it were simple, as if there were nothing tangled or delicate hiding beneath the words, nothing messy waiting to be acknowledged if either of them looked too closely. then her smile widens slightly, warmth returning to her voice with familiar ease. “ i heard your name a lot while i was away. you made it big, just like i always knew you would. so tell me, how’s life as a famous and important man treating you? ”

#ˋ°•*⁀➷ ares ― thread.#ares x catherine.#tenderlove #she just gets him in his feelings

“i don't think there's a world where i don't like you, cathy,” he said, as if it held no weight. though it put a heavy one on his chest, if only for a moment. after all this time, a goodbye that felt like the last. the period at the end of the sentence. ares couldn't look at her with hate in his heart. that would never be the case. he couldn't let all of these emotions through to her, not in the middle of this party, where he noticed a few more eyes on them than he'd predicted.so, with a soft smile, he played it off. it took time to come to terms with their separation, and time had healed his wounds. but, every now and then, he was reminded of how true they once were together. it was like a phantom pain – when the scar itches and you just can't help but scratch it, and you're reminded of how it felt before you healed. yet, with her standing before him, he didn't want to let any of that to interfere with what this time could bring them. life had changed so much in the years that had passed. ares would like to get to know who she was now, in the possible event she had changed over time. after everything that the past had brought her. he knew chances of her being back were slm to none, yet this time of year always had a way of bringing new beginnings. “people missed you too,” he said, drinking from his cup in practiced fashion. undoubtedly, he found himself on that list, too. "oh yeah? we'll definitely make sure too. i took some time off to spend it here. funny timing." they teeter around the inevitable feelings that are meant to surface. it's like they're saying just enough without baring it all. tone easy as she changed the subject, a bit of pride in the look on his face at her praise. “thats subjective, really, but it feels good. crazy to think it happened to me, but i feel lucky. what about you, cat?”

HE HAS TO GET IT RIGHT, every single time. he has to get it right until it's impossible to get it wrong, and if he stops for a moment too long to let exhaustion settle he's not sure he'll ever get through this — whatever this is. he watches the ball fly through the hoop yet again and feels no sense of accomplishment or victory, only an incessant need to do it again. he'd run himself to death on this very court if not for the fact he's got company now, and arlo's head whips around to look at jeremiah, a habitual scowl appearing on his visage that the other man has not earned. « maybe you should pay less attention to me and focus on yourself. fumbling a chance for a three - pointer twice is kinda low, » he mutters as he stills in front of the other man. jeremiah seems happy to be here. arlo briefly wonders what that's like. « i'm not here to have fun, i'm here to work. i suggest you do the same. »

#ˋ°•*⁀➷ jeremiah ― thread.#jeremiah x arlo.#silkchvffon.

with outstretched hands, he silently asks for the ball, dribbling mindlessly while they speak. he needed to do something with his hands. something to distract his brain from why arlo's distant nature truly got under his skin. either way, a team needed everyone on the same page. he was simply if arlo had the same mindset. wrong was never an option for him. with the mention of the missed shots, jeremiah’s jaw clenched, the happy go lucky persona he had slipping for just a moment. but with a shrug of his shoulders, he was back to normal, playing it off as nothing. “a lot to say when you fumbled almost every rebound tonight,” jeremiah kept his tone light, passing the ball back to arlo. “a smile every once in awhile doesn’t kill anyone,” he retorted, stance shortening to get in position to play. “i’m really not trying to come at you, just passing along a message.”

the café always seemed to find new ways to offend her, whether through the smell of burnt coffee that clung stubbornly to the air or through the endless procession of people who stepped up to the counter carrying the quiet delusion that charm could open any door. the man standing in front of her was no different. every now and then some smartass showed up convinced he would be the exception, convinced a smile or a few words would somehow earn him something from her, and nothing put nabi in a worse mood than a random man deciding he had a chance. she released a heavy breath through her nose, her eyes narrowing as she looked at him. " you'll keep wanting. " the words left her without an ounce of delicacy, flat and dismissive as a hand waved in someone's face. her gaze lingered on him for a moment before her mouth twisted faintly. " if you're waiting for me, sit down. if you stay standing, you'll get tired. " it had nothing to do with the end of her shift and everything to do with the fact that she would never willingly sit across from him and share a coffee.

his elbow rested against the counter she had cleaned only moments before, and irritation flared instantly. nabi reached behind his arm and pulled it forward just enough to throw off his balance, the movement quick and unapologetic. " move. i just cleaned that. " the growl in her voice lingered behind her as she turned away, already done with him before she even started making his order. she handled the drink with minimal care, doing only what was necessary to finish the task before dropping it onto the counter in front of him. " here. " for a second she looked at the cup rather than at him, as though even eye contact would require more effort than he deserved. then her gaze lifted, sharp and unimpressed. " now get out. "

#ˋ°•*⁀➷ mason ― thread.#mason x nabi.#tenderlove

there were probably a thousand people who had tried exactly what he did, and by her tone, he knew they'd all failed. did mason think he was special enough to crack through her shell? absolutely. persistence was something he wasn't new to. it took a lot more sweat and tears than he'd like to admit to get to his position. “ouch,” he exhaled, a chuckle leaving soon after her comment. she was feisty, something else that had always kept his interest. although it didn't look like it from the outside, mason wasn't a total douchebag, so he knew better than to make any more comments for the day. when she threw his balance off, he took it lightly, a shake of his head. “do you treat all your regulars like this?” mason teased, taking the coffee from her once it was handed. “later, nabi,” he said as he took the first sip of his coffee, nodding his head to her. he would go for now. he had his own job to do. what mason didn't know was that his own job planned to be grueling. halfway through the day, he knew he would need another coffee. he was probably going to stay there well after it was time to leave anyway, so he might as well grab one now. maybe he could see the barista again, who he swore he knew from somewhere other than the coffee shop, but he couldn't place it. much to his enjoyment, she was still there when he entered. his grin widened when she rolled her eyes so blatantly at him, stepping to the counter to see what she would come up with this time. “no, i didn't come just to piss you off. though i can't say it isn't a nice surprise,” mason gave her his order, paid, then stepped to the side. “which counter did you just clean? wouldn't want you to work too hard.”

‧ ˚ ꒰ ♡ —— @tamagotchus: nanami + freya.

the storm had left the rehabilitation center looking as if the sea had tried, for one violent hour, to take back every piece of itself that had ever been carried inland. puddles trembled beneath the weak outdoor lights, the sand near the path had turned dark and heavy, and the air still held that sharp, electric smell of rain, salt, wet concrete and broken leaves. nanami should have gone home hours ago, but leaving had never been simple when something living might still need her, not when there were reports unfinished on her desk, gloves abandoned beside a basin, and rescued turtles inside the building recovering from hooks, plastic, oil, hunger, fear. so when the rain finally stopped, she stepped outside with her flashlight in hand, boots sinking softly into the wet ground as she crossed the yard with the careful patience of someone who had learned that panic rarely saved anything.

at first, the shape inside one of the outer tanks looked like debris carried in by the wind, some torn sheet of plastic or dark bundle of soaked cloth that had fallen where it did not belong, and annoyance rose in her before fear did, practical and immediate, because foreign objects could hurt the animals and turn one bad night into something worse by morning. but as nanami moved closer, the beam of her flashlight caught the pale suggestion of skin beneath the water, the curve of something almost like shoulders, a body where no body was supposed to be, and her steps slowed before she could tell herself to keep walking. rainwater clung to her lashes as she reached the edge of the tank, the whole world narrowing to that dark water and the impossible shape inside it, and when she finally spoke, her voice came out softer than she expected, almost swallowed by the dripping gutters and the hush of the sea beyond the fence. “ who’s there? ”

#ˋ°•*⁀➷ freya ― thread.#freya x nanami.#tenderlove #the animals telling freya she can be trusted :(

storms usually had a tendency to work in freya's favor. tonight was far from normal, having no clue how she'd traveled so far so quickly. it seemed the water had other plans, mother nature making her take a different course, and all she could do was keep herself safe through it. the storm was so powerful that it dimmed her own, only able to manipulate it enough to bring her somewhere safe. she felt the change in the water once the rain had finally stopped. it almost felt manufactured – like any small thing would throw off its balance. she would probably do just that… where did she land? why could she only hear the turtles? it only took a few minutes for them to communicate to figure out she was in some sort of rescue center. most importantly, she was stuck. great. it looked dark outside from what she could tell, so there was a good chance she had to hide out till morning when the humans returned. freya thought of trying her call, but she didn't want to make a mess of the turtle's home. she swam aimlessly, so much so that she didn't hear the footsteps approaching. it was only when the night shone through the glass that she felt a wave of panic. her tail whipped itself from the direction of the light. quickly, she ducked behind some of the debris, hopeful the person didn't see. to her disadvantage, it was the opposite. the voice was soft, almost scared, but the animals around her trusted it. she chose her movements carefully, coming up to the glass from the bottom of the tank. “don't freak out,” she said, stretching her voice to let it reach the stranger's ears. her hair flowed over her shoulders, a glisten around her in contrast with the dark water. “come, come closer,” freya requested, using enough of the call in her tone to leverage the fear the human had. “they say you're really kind… pretty, too.” she flashed a smile, “can you let me out of here? i'll… let you ask a couple of questions.”

WHEN YOU KNOW YOU KNOW, and he knows frankie stands him. that's good enough for him most days and whilst troye's arrogance reaches alarming heights at times he also battles the belief that's lodged in the cavity in his chest where there should be a heart — the belief that he is inherently impossible to love. it's easy to conform to this, does not harm him more than he harms others, and it makes whatever it is he has with frankie make sense. he does believe he loves her some days; does believe that he could settle down here and find a way to force happiness. « i thought maybe you'd cut me some slack, considering you made me mad first, » he points out teasingly, though it's an easy thing to do. spoiled boy so used to receiving before he has to ask. any sort of resistance, intentional or not, feels like a personal attack. it's why, when he opens the door for her, and notices the crinkles around her eyes as she smiles at his driver, the bubbling laughter that spills, that his hands furl into knuckles at his side. he adds the task of looking for a new chauffeur to his ever - growing mental list. he's prepared to sit there, pouting in silence the entire way home where all his challengers are eradicated, when she speaks. « what the fuck, frankie ? i didn't even say anything, » he argues immediately, taking the bait the way she's bound to know he will. « can't you just let the man do his job ? »

#ˋ°•*⁀➷ frankie ― thread.#frankie x troye.#silkchvffon.#the gif was kinda perfect

it was similar to a dream state. sometimes he was perfect, the one thing she had always wished for. other days, it was as close as it could get to a nightmare. yet, when she woke up, she always woke back up in the same exact spot. the spot where she would take the good and the bad from him each day. she wasn't the easiest to be with, she knew that. tended to be all over the place and frazzled, even in her emotions, but she meant well. she loved him, imperfections and all. “the wind could blow the wrong way, and you'd get mad,” she teased back, aware of the small dig and truth the phrase held. it was hard to ignore how spoiled he was, and somehow, they found it cute. part of all the little quirks and quips that made troye himself, what kept her with him. even the parts that interrupted the good nights, like the way he pouted in the seat. his jealousy would get in the way at any moment; it could. she sat at the other side of the seat, her own arms crossed over her chest. “you didn't have to. you just--” frankie stopped themselves and turned to the driver again, forcing a smile on her face as she asked him to roll up the partition. within a matter of seconds, they were as alone as they could be, before she continued. “saying hi, please, and thank you is letting the man do his job. throwing a fit with me every time i smile at someone isn't doing your job as a good boyfriend. how much do i have to do to show you it's only you?” she questioned, brows raised at him. her head turned to look out the window. the passion from earlier now fueling a different fire between them. “you're so fucking frustrating.”

the bar was nothing like the places she had grown up in, nothing like the polished rooms where every detail seemed chosen to impress and every movement carried a quiet expectation, yet that was exactly why she liked it. here, where nobody knew her name and nobody cared who she was, she could finally let her shoulders loosen without noticing it. the last traces of a french martini rested in her glass as her fingers idly traced its stem, her gaze drifting through the room without searching for anyone in particular until it landed on him. for a brief second, something passed between them, so quick it could have easily been imagined, the strange feeling of recognizing in a stranger the same thing she carried inside herself. maybe it was only the impression that he, too, had come here to escape something, to spend a few hours without pretending. his beauty did not go unnoticed, and she held his gaze for a second longer before looking back down at her drink. she had not come here looking for company.

after finishing the last sip, naeun let out a quiet sigh and returned to the bar, deciding one more drink would be enough before heading home. she noticed the presence beside her almost immediately, though she kept her attention on the bartender for a moment longer, pretending his movements were far more interesting than the man standing there, as if the faint trace of his cologne was not pulling at her attention. " french martini, " she replied casually, only then turning toward him, her expression calm as she studied him more closely. a small smile appeared at the corner of her lips. " you can. " after giving her order to the bartender, she looked back at him, resting lightly against the counter. " are you going to join me, or are you planning to admire me all night? " she asked, the invitation tucked neatly beneath the ease of her voice.

#ˋ°•*⁀➷ zeke ― thread.#zeke x naeun.#tenderlove

zeke ordered another drink for himself as well, a gin and tonic, and couldn't help the sly smile that grew at her invitation. “you think i can't do two things at once?” he answered, standing up a little straighter. “you lead the way, i'll follow.” zeke stated as the bartender came with their next round, the two leaving and making their way to an empty space in the club. “what's your name?” he asked, leaning forward towards her ear to combat the music flowing through the speakers. naeun. that would be something hard to forget, and so would the way the beat seemed to influence her. his intuition told him he'd be playing a dangerous game with her, and that pulled him further. their bodies swayed to the music, moving in sync, and he caught every sparkle in her eye. there was no way they knew each other, though it felt like they had. like her energy was something he found himself lost in. quite frankly, he had to know more. it was his mission, he thought to himself, to make tonight the first of many with the mystery girl. they must have been on the dancefloor for at least an hour. both of their drinks were gone, both were slightly out of breath, so he guided them to the edge where they could hear each other better. “are you from around here? i hate that this is the first time i'm seeing you.” zeke leaned against the wall, elbow propping him up over her as he looked down. his free hand outstretched to move the loose strands of hair back from her face. his hand came back down to his side after, even though he yearned to rest it at her side. he wanted to know anything she would tell him. becoming entranced this way wasn't usual for him, and he wanted to see it through as much as she'd allow.

closed starter for @tamagotchus, with erin & royce ♡

IT'S NOT OFTEN HE GETS the privilege of playing the rational older brother, so when the call comes he's always there — most of the time anyway. these days he rarely drinks, hyper - focused on training and his gaze set on gold medals and media coverage. it's exhausting to the point that a drunk call from dana is a much needed distraction. he keeps bumping into strangers in here though, air thick and music loud, as he searches for a familiar figure. and he finds one, albeit not the one he came for. she is a distraction though. « hello, gorgeous, » he coos softly against her ear when he's directly behind her, brown locks tickling his cheek when he leans back to sport a smile in her direction. the whole world seems to burn up around them. « and you didn't invite me ? i'm hurt, erin. »