#sunbecms

he's seen ariel time and time again around the apartment complex, whether at the mail room or when they are in the basement tending to their laundry. acknowledging the other man's presence is one thing, asking him for a favor is another. their conversations thus far have been superficial, yet they have also been a highlight to eanna's day from time to time. greeting ariel while he is clad in his loungewear does not faze eanna, particularly since he was standing there looking like a wet dog. "hey," he echoes coolly, crooked smile easing onto his face. "so i have shit luck today, and can't seem to find my key, so i was hoping that you'd be generous enough to turn my fortune around and offer me refuge and respite?" he plays the situation off with charm, hyperbolically dramatic though his tone is light and easy. "was gonna see if i can get ahold of the landlord or if my streak of bad luck will continue."

        ( 💔 @sunbecms )     ⋅ ⋅ ⋅    yesterday his attendance to this party felt so much simpler. who cared if he and his exe were now going to this party separate --- they were adults, they should be more than capable of doing such and still be respectful. or at least, that's what vaughn thought when he was talking himself into coming... "i think, the parental rating of the party would go down if i left." he murmurs, lifting to place a hand on his friend's bicep as a notion that he was still there. a habit formed after being forgotten one too many times. "think you'll find a ride home from someone else?" (based; for m/nb)

"...are you aware you aren't wearing any clothing?"

The response drew a single eyebrow up in an amused expression, Quinn laughing slightly. "I may fit in everywhere I go, but that's because I was trained to from the age of seventeen." he replied, shaking his head slightly as he watched the other, clasping a hand firmly but gently on Elian's shoulder. "You'll be fine. You're safe with me and I'm making it my mission tonight to help you relax and think about anything except that asshole. It's his loss." Quinn meant it, finding anyone who dumped someone like Elian to be an idiot. Turning to the bar, he ordered two glasses of scotch for them, resting his elbow on the counter as he waited.

“my dreams?” mitzi splutters out in surprise, before a laugh bubbles up past her lips. it’s definitely not the kind of response that she was expecting but there is something rather smooth about it. almost painfully so. “no, i don’t quite think that’s it,” she insists softly after she recovers, gaze flickering over minjee’s face. “you’re sure we don’t know one another?”

[   text   ]      i  am  so  in  love  with  u                     [   text   ]      so  in  love                     [   text   ]      i  wish  i  wasn’t  so  scared  to  just  tell  you  that  i  am

Asher ran a hand through his hair, pacing now, restless. "It’s not healthy. We both know that. We’re just… stuck in this loop. And I keep telling myself I’m done, but then you text me, or I hear that song you like, and suddenly I’m right back here." He stopped, finally meeting their eyes. There was something raw in his expression—frustration, longing, maybe even fear. "I don’t know how to want you less," he admitted, voice cracking just slightly. "But I also don’t know how to keep wanting you like this."

"yeah, well, you look nice," harlow complimented, and immediately wanted to staple his tongue. he couldn't decide if that was too thirsty or just normal, but he knew if it'd be weirder to not to compliment her, so there he was. his face ran hot almost instantly; he wished he could camouflage between the industrial steel prep tables. "that color suits you," he added, thinking that made it way, way worse, and unrecoverable. "even with the, uh, fundraising stench... how was the roast chicken? or was it some kind of nasty vegan tasting plate?" he could only assume, since his parents wouldn't let him within fifty feet of a gala, fundraiser, or potluck with any of the yus.