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Ziggy: loud and clear, queen Ziggy: getting in an uber right now @scottienolan

Scottie: just got too fucked up last night @ziggykyeons

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Ziggy: so that's why you didn't respond to my happy birthday text 🙂‍↔️ Ziggy: [1 minute later after checking pin] Ziggy: that's not too far, i'll head over Ziggy: everything okay? @scottienolan

texts 📲 ziggy

Scottie: can you come and pick me up? Scottie: i got kind of fucked up last night and i don't wanna deal with an atlas lecture Scottie: i don't know who's house i'm at Scottie: [drops a pin] @ziggykyeons

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How long do they think people should wait before having kids?

"Ideally forever. There's no reason to be doing that sort of thing, especially in your twenties. It's tragic. It gives me shivers just thinking about it. None of my girlies have fallen prey to this fate and I'm thankful every day because that would literally ruin our summer.

There's some exceptions though. Like one of my home girl's has a boyfriend who has a kid and that actually works because he's the tragic one in that equation obvi, but her? The opposite. Giving step mommy at twenty-four, so chic. I feel the same way about marriage. Married in your twenties is giving child bride, it's giving blink twice if you need help and I will get you out of this. Being a divorcee in your twenties? Now that's elegant. It's cunty. That's the dream. I should be writing this stuff down." @macaulaymontgomery

Random Character Development

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👀 + do you miss cherry?

"Every day. You don't realise how important someone is to you until you have to remind yourself a hundred times a day that you can't tell them the things you want to tell them. This feels worse than any break-up I've been through.

Not to mention this is the most soulless season of Love Island USA ever and we can't even watch it together daily and debrief. Everything just feels very bleak right now." @cherryxkoch

Send my muse “👀 + a question” and they’ll have to answer with 100% honesty.

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👀 + what's the hardest part about you and ziggy not talking?

“The hardest part? God, it’s all hard. Ziggy and I have spoken all day, every day since the night we met. I think the longest we’ve been apart before now was when I went to that retreat for New Years. Going from sharing your every thought with someone to just.. silence has been brutal.”

“I always thought if I had nothing left, I’d still have him but I guess I was wrong about that.”

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Ziggy watches as the image Cherry had tossed in burns down to nothing more than ash, unable and unwilling to conceal the glee on his face at the sight.

( The only way it would have been more satisfying was if the man himself was the one disappearing into the oblivion by hellfire. )

"Good riddance," He adds on to Cherry's chant, barely managing to refrain from giving the flames the middle finger. For how unconvinced he was about the gathering initially, he was finding it easy to get swept up in how primal the ritual felt.

With a grin, he turns from her to bend down and drag the tote bag of options he brought for the burning through the sand so it was rested between his feet.

The indented trail it left on the grains spoke to how much he had deemed worth incinerating.

Among the once treasured trinkets of situationships that no longer had a pulse were two items that each reminded him of two actual relationships he knew he needed to leave behind.

With a modified PS5 controller given to him by Warner in one hand and a keyring with a photo of him and Maura in the other, he's ready to lay to rest two poltergeists who still disturbed his peace even in their absence.

"Fuck you," He says to the controller before he tosses it in, not checking if it was catching fire as he glances at the keyring in his palm before he does the same to it, "And especially fuck you."

@cherryxkoch

That was one of the many foundations of their relationship. They could judge everyone else, but never each other. It helped that they both often made terrible mistakes in the name of love.

This whole ritual burning was so dramatic and it was exactly what the doctor ordered as far as Cherry was concerned. After having finally cleared the air with Maia about everything that happened over a decade over, this seemed a fitting end to the hold Aaron had over her.

Taking the photo from between Ziggy's fingers, she gives the former love of her life one long last look before throwing his photo into the fiery blaze.

"Burn, baby, burn!" Cherry claps her hands together in time with her chant as the edges of Aaron begin to twist and curl from the heat. The sheer adrenaline of it causes her to throw the rest of the photos in with reckless abandon. Glad to be rid of them.

"Okay, my beloved. You're up—" her fingers walk up his shoulder playfully. "What are we throwing into the ring of fire to cleanse your soul?"

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open for: anyone! // @aurorabaystarter

where: pride parade

cap: (5/6)

"I feel like a pride Scrooge this year," Ziggy says with a deflated sigh, the bi flag that he had just gotten painted on his cheek not even moving him to the usual month long excitement he felt all through June, "This is so diabolical and depressing."

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“Oh, I have no doubt.” Ziggy scoffs at the idea that Leo liked to talk to everyone. “My last girlfriend was like that, ask me how that went.”

He knows that’s not a necessary question to ask, Paxton and anyone within the town’s limits that he could wrangle into being a listening ear had heard the same bitter tale he relayed over and over about Maura and Aeris and the betrayal that he was so totally over now.

( One day he would be able to convince himself of that. )

A blasé shrug is offered as an answer to Pax, the interaction he had witnessed had equal scope to be innocent as it did insidious and he didn’t want to come down too definitively on either side.

More than that, he doesn’t want Pax to be a love blind idiot.

“It just looked like a very cosy conversation is all. Intimate, even. And while I absolutely believe with my whole heart that you two are the sole duo who can defy the odds and maintain a love to last the ages,” It’s a miracle he doesn’t have to pause to gag, “Be smart about it. It’s all well and good dating someone magnetic until you realize you’re not the only one drawn to them and they’re happy to entertain it.”

He reaches over so he could rub Pax’s back like he would a funeral goer he was offering condolences to.

“I’m only looking out for you, babe.”

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Ziggy’s scoff is met with a glance full of curiosity, tainted with worry because that’s never been a good sound heard from his friend. Nothing that comes next does anything to clear the air, nor does it put Pax at any ease.

“What?” He can’t help the way he almost squeaks the single syllable, Angel’s name provoking nothing more than a twinge of bitterness that sits in the back of his throat. The man who stole Leo’s attention from him at New Years when Paxton didn’t even want to go.

No. Everything’s fine, he assures himself, flipping open the cover to the sketchbook. The first page is torn and crumbled to add to the fire in one small pitiful attempt at discarding it. “We’re alright. He just likes to talk to everyone, that’s all,” Pax huffs, tearing the next three out so they can join the first.

This might be more to get out his frustrations on someone other than the person etched onto the pages.

When Paxton pulls the next one, he stares down at the still of Buddy, and the first thing that comes to mind is, ‘He never did that.’ That thought is stuffed down deep before it can even threaten to jump from his tongue. The sketch is spared from the fire when Pax’s focus shifts, and he looks at Ziggy expectantly.

“What do you mean about Angel? What’d you see?”

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CHARLES MELTON

by Alma Har’el, for COACH's Soho Sneaker Campaign (June 2025)

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CHARLES MELTON for CULTURED February 2024

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"See," Ziggy says as Benji labels the time elapsed as too long, a correct assessment in his books, "Learning."

There were a number of factors that would determine if Ziggy held something like that against someone like a grudge. His exact mood at the time, whether he found he found the offender cute or not and if he was bored enough to deliberately be someone's panic instead of their peace.

( As it stood, he was feeling alright, Benji wasn't hideous to sit across from and he was committed to the saintly Good Samaritan title he assigned himself from agreeing to be there in the first place. )

When his dating app disaster man returns with a drink in hand for him, he gives him no indication of whether he had chosen correctly from the second he accepted it from him right up until he was swallowing a strawful.

It was delicious and it seemed like the man had tried to put some thought into it which was a far cry from real dates he had been on originating from Hinge what had almost always been with men who made him question whether it was possible to live a normal life with a half a brain because he was convinced he had seen it live and up close.

"It's good, well chosen," He tells him, stirring the contents of his glass with his straw idly before he indicates to Benji's own chosen tipple, "Is that your actual drink of choice or do you just want me to be sat here thinking you're oh so manly and brooding?"

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Strike one.

Benj internally cringes. He should have suggested a later time just to be safe. "Too long," he admits. "Makes for a bad first impression, but I'll make it up to you. First with the drink, and then whatever else comes to mind." He quickly heads to the bar to regain some of the ground he's lost.

He has to.

Now that he's seen Ziggy in person, there is a whole new intimidation factor in play. Forget three strikes, if he messes up choosing the right rum cocktail, Benj could fumble this, and Ziggy probably has several other people lined up to meet up with for drinks.

"Rum sunset." The tall glass garnished with a lime is filled with orange juice at the top that blends with the red of the grenadine, rum and remaining mixed components at the bottom. "Figure it's safe to not pick a drink overloaded with garnishes... or sugar. There is a cotton candy one with cherries and a sugar rim, and that just sounds too sweet."

Benj on the other hand, has nothing more than a rocks glass with bourbon and an ice cube. Far less Sea Foam themed. "Did I pass this test?"

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Ziggy pauses for a moment as he considers Bas alternative and infinitely better plan, making a 'huh' sound before he nods in enthusiastic agreement.

( If he was going to truly show out, he needed more than a few hours to plan his outfit. )

"You're so right, King. I have no doubt at all that we could we could make a Thursday night out the new Saturday but we'd be running into people who's Thursdays are definitely Tuesday coded and that's like, sad."

In Ziggy's mind, it's a delicate balance.

"Let's do Saturday. It's that girl for a reason. Text me, we're going to lock in."

@basaaragon

Bas was a planner—he liked neat tidy plans with no room for anything to go haywire. He chalked it up to control issues, which was something he worked on in therapy. But life did not go to plan and he needed to learn to let go a bit. "Alright. I'm down for that. Seems like a decent enough plan." His own clothing probably was not appropriate for a club—too business, not casual at all. He'd need the time to fix his hair. "No thoughts, comment free. The only question and concern I have is should we maybe do this on a different day than a random Thursday?

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At the collision of a body into his own, Ziggy inhales an agitated breath. On any other night he would have had some patience to spare but smack bang in the middle of several messes he found himself in -- none his fault, if asked -- he couldn't muster up anyway.

Least of all for Drew Ohara.

"You did not," He tells him, if he had of spilled his drink on him he would already been cursing him out, "Were you trying to and failed at that too?"

Ziggy knows it's not his fairest question but given he had once broken his heart, he couldn't count sabotage by beverage out of the realm of possibilities.

@drewohara

for: @ziggykyeons

where: prom, hallway

"Oh shit, that's my bad, I--"

Drew hadn't been paying attention as he shoved out of the door to the library after dropping back off the yearbooks he and Helena had snagged for their trip down memory lane, a feeling not too unlike the sudden one pulling in his gut as he realizes the person he'd just narrowly avoided hitting with the door was the very one he'd been needing to talk to all night.

For having spent most of the evening trying to figure out a way to bump into Ziggy, actually bumping into Ziggy somehow hadn't made his list.

(Probably for good reason.)

"I just wasn't, uh..." Drew dragged a hand through his hair, head shaking. "Sorry, about that."

For a lot more than just that actually, if he was being honest.

"Did I get you?"

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You're a friend slut

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━━  👻┊SORRY IF I HURT YOU – CHARLI XCX.

i talked to you the way i talk to myself / i started taking you for granted and that's not right / stopped saying "thank you" when i needed your help / but still i'm taking you for granted and that's not right / i never really listen / but when you're gone a part of me is missing / i know it's complicated, we both feel the distance / i really hope that you'll forgive me one day / i'm sorry if i hurt you / i'm sorry if i hurt you / i'm sorry if i hurt you / i only make it worse / i'm sorry if i hurt you / i'm sorry if i hurt you / i'm sorry if i hurt you / i'm sorry if it hurts.

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"Excuse me, jealous of what? That?"

He all but points directly at Bo across the way, who appeared utterly unphased by anything as per usual. Ziggy knew well that it took two to tango -- or whatever it was they were doing on the dancefloor -- but a dog would always be a dog even if it did have a shirt and tie on.

He expected better from Cherry.

( More than that, he wanted better for her. )

"It's just a dance, it's just a conversation, it's just a fling. It's always just something with you and these complete losers that any actual sane person wouldn't give the time of day to."

His frustration is preventing him from getting to his point softly and the alcohol in his system exacerbated matters. He cared about her more than he knew what to do with, even if his words and his body language made that harder to identify.

"How many times are you going to get played before you realise falling for the same game at thirty-three that you did at twenty-three is sad."

@cherryxkoch

Departing the dancefloor, Cherry can still feel the weight of Bo's hands on her hips. They felt burned into her, etched onto her skin like a tattoo. Walking away from him felt like returning to land after being in the ocean, everything felt off its axis.

When her eyes lifted from the wooden floor to find her date, arms crossed and looking furious, Cherry knew she was in big trouble. As if the sinking feeling in her gut couldn't go lower, Ziggy's harsh words felt like a gut punch.

"Ouch," she tries to play it off with a uneasy chuckle. To make light of the fact that her best friend had just called her desperate and embarrassing, it felt like a momentous task to slide right by it, but she tries nonetheless.

She couldn't fault him for being protective, it would be hard to see past the numerous sins stacked up against Bo's name. But it wasn't as if still wanting someone she knew was bad for her was a new thing. It was something the two best friends had spoken about numerous times.

"It was just a dance. It didn't mean anything," Cherry downplays, shuffling awkwardly from foot to foot before deflecting back to him. "And this jealous boyfriend act really doesn't suit you."

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"The way you just get me, girl," Ziggy says with an approving nod of his head, validated once again in a truth he had come to now well.

( Everything was better with champagne. )

He smiles graciously at the waiter when his life was enriched with the mimosa he had been craving, his gaze lingering a few extra seconds as he mentally weighs up whether or not he was interested in knowing if he was single or not.

When he departs and he catches sight of the alarmingly thin hair at the back of his head, he decides that's a definite no.

With a clink of his glass against Luce's, he rests his other hand on his chest above his heart, her sweet toast a welcome boost during a holiday that had went from his favourite of the year to his most dreaded.

"And aren't we better of for it and being here together rather than letting someone's son stress us out."

He takes a drink after he speaks, the time it took him to swallow was all the commitment he managed to muster to his own just-shared words.

"Is anybody's son stressing you out currently? Or daughter slash gender non-confirming child? I want deets if so. My journey of self-improvement may have me making better choices but oh my God, sensibility is boring."

@thelucexcaldwell

Luce's smile was bright and easy as she looked over to her brunch companion, knowing she made an excellent choice in choosing to come here with Ziggy. She knew the likelihood of anything romantic happening for her that weekend would be slim to none, so at least this way with her friend she knew she'd be comfortable and content and have someone who wouldn't judge her as she knocked back an obscene amount of drinks.

"Pretty sure he could tell we'd be going through an entire bottle of champagne in the next half an hour, so yeah." She told him with a laugh as she settled in across from him--and soon enough, there the waiter was with two drink flutes and Lucinda eagerly took hers, at least having enough presence of mind to lift it up in a playful little toast in his direction, "Here's to a solid friendship? And to you being a solid guy in my life amidst all the other less-than-stellar ones."