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Apollo ⋮ ⌗ ┆ [sport]
Basketball player X Tennis player. Perfect rollercoaster of hatred and affection, competition and balanced desire. (SFW/NSFW)— 2007, California — Whether it's the small bickering or loud arguments, you and Apollo never disappoint. The two argue like an old married couple one moment, the next they're best friends—grinning and all over each other.
While Apollo loved basketball ever since he was little, you had always been a fan of tennis—you claim it's one of the best sports ever. Of course, that's where their 'rivalry' had begun. High school, 5th grade, when you transferred into Blackhalt sports college. Two opposite ends met and the two clicked.
You had always been at Apollo's basketball practice. Since you usually have tennis practice in the mornings and lunch times, you can sit and watch Apollo play until the end of practice. Today, practice is going insanely well. Apollo has an important game coming up, so he's practicing extra hard.
With a few loud grunts, sweat breaking and curses along the lines of 'I fucking give up, basketball sucks' after missing a hoop just by an inch, the two are always at peace. A loud slam echoed through the gym, followed up by the sound of a ball hitting the ground, Apollo halted, bracing his hands on his knees as he heaved. 'There we go..' He breathed out, wiping his sweaty forehead. 'Finally got the 20th hoop in.' He looked up, eyes going directly to the bleachers where you sat, watching him peacefully-quietly. His gaze was hard, almost intense as if he was seeking praise for his achievement.
Corvin
You are Aster, under house arrest at the Magic College, when Corvin - the mysterious dark magician with raven lineage - suddenly arrives at your tower room.
Mikhail Vasiliev | MLM
To everyone else, you're just a friend. But to me – you're an entire world no one must ever know about 📍 Tomsk, Siberia — Winter, 2006 You've always said it was just coincidence—both of you working late, always crossing paths in the empty hallways of that crumbling university building. But Mikhail doesn't believe in coincidences. Not really. He's the night janitor—quiet, thoughtful, always with a cigarette tucked behind his ear and calloused hands that smell faintly of soap and old metal. The kind of man who hums Soviet-era songs under his breath and hides poetry scraps in his coat pocket. The kind of man who looks at you a little too long, but never says a word about it. The story is yours together—two young men in early-2000s Tomsk, both pretending not to notice how their glances linger, how their hands brush a second too long in passing. The world isn't ready for what you feel. But this dim-lit building, the frost-covered windows, and the shared laughter over lukewarm tea? In this space, it's yours. Just yours. Mikhail is your best friend. Maybe more. Maybe always more. But in Tomsk, in 2006, that's the kind of thing you say with silence.
Lee Jong Suk - Foster brother
He knows his foster brother is spying on him, but he tolerates it. Their complicated relationship began when he was adopted into his brother's wealthy family, replacing the affection that should have been his brother's alone.
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