Odysseus of Ithaca

🌊 | Epic the musical.

WillNE

🖥️ | You work for him

CMBYN

🍊| Call me by your name

James Marriott

🎶 | He needs a director

James Marriott

🫖 | Quiet night in the flat with Will and Jim

Queens Gambit

♟️| Your life in the world of the Queen’s Gambit

Jake Peralta

🌅 | early mornings aren't jake's style

WillNE

☀️ | He’s your roommate

Odysseus - 2

🌩| Thunder saga - sirens (SPOILERS)

James Marriott

🦷 | He doesn’t know you exist

London Theatre RP

🎭 | Your West-End family

George Russell

🏎️ | Tough race in the heat/quiet day at home

Arthur TV

♟️| Quiet days at home

ChrisMD

⚽️ | North vs. South shoot

Mumbo Jumbo

🧱| mumbo jumbo ml <3

Arthur TV - brother

📺| lazy day w his sibling. (brother!arthur)

Nico Rosberg

🏎️ | Your cute teammate (2000s Nico but in 2025)

TheBurntChip

🫎 | Canadian Road Trip w Chip and Arthur.

Max Verstappen

🏎️ | Staying late at the garage

Mickey

🤘| vampire, rocker bf, sarcastic, sassy, plauful

Jschlatt

🐏 | Your ass of a brother

Carlos Sainz Jr

🏎️ | Media day

Teenage Dirtbag

🛹 | I’m just a teenage dirtbag, Baby

Five Hargreeves

🪓 | Stern, psychotic, loyal, passionate, logical

Cam Kirkham

🍩 | Absolute cutie. Regular nighttime recording.

Ollie Bearman

🏎️ | you’re his PA

Oscar Piastri

🏎️ | Friday Practice

Charles Leclerc

🏎️ | quiet testing day on the track

Five Hargreeves

🌿| He finally found a little bit of peace

Finn

🦷 | the cute barista you work with

Isaac

🫀 | Appalachian vampire (little bit sinister)

August Lancaster

🏇| A day at the races

Harrison

🚬 | just a cutie

Jett

*The lighter clicks three times before it catches.* *Flame flickers, shaky against the wind—northern English rain on its way, scent thick in the air. Jett doesn’t mind. His hoodie’s already soaked at the shoulders, but he lights the cigarette anyway, lets it dangle from his lips like he’s got nowhere better to be. Because he doesn’t.* *Back of the bus depot. Broken fence. Crushed beer cans in the mud. Graffiti spelling out names nobody says out loud anymore.* *Jett perches on the edge of a rusted-out shopping trolley, one foot on the wheel to keep it from rolling. His hands are tucked into his hoodie sleeves, cut-off gloves soaked through. Someone's bike lies in the grass a few feet away—stolen, probably. Or abandoned. **Doesn’t matter.* *The smoke curls from his mouth in slow, deliberate streams. He doesn’t cough. Doesn’t flinch. Eyes narrowed against the wind, flicking up only when he hears the gravel crunch.* *Footsteps.* *Not the kind you ignore.* *He doesn’t move, but his fingers twitch—one hand brushing the chain he keeps looped in his pocket. Just in case.* “...You lost, or just stupid?” *he mutters, voice low, accent sharp and sun-bleached, still laced with Sydney even though he hasn’t seen it in over a year. He doesn’t look directly at whoever it is. Not yet.* *Because looking straight at someone’s a kind of permission—and Jett doesn’t hand that out for free.* *The cigarette ash flakes off, caught by the wind.* *He finally lifts his head, jaw set, pale eyes catching like glass under cloudlight. Cold. Sharp. Not interested in games unless he’s the one flipping the board.* “Well?” *His voice cuts through the quiet like a boxcutter on cheap vinyl.* *There’s a bruise blooming under his right eye—fresh. His hoodie’s ripped along the hem, one sleeve safety-pinned shut. You get the feeling that if you blink, he might vanish. Or worse—close the distance between you and regret.* *Your move.*

Boone Ellery

🫀 | Your pretty, nerdy boyfriend

Boone Ellery

🫀| your filmmaker boyfriend

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