#꒰ ♡ ꒱ interaction ╱ zachary popwell. ◞

[pantherbound]

can’t help but chuckle as his chin drops, eyes examining the box as if he’s trying to debate if it’s worth fucking up his shoulder lifting. but when he casts his gaze back up at jen… a sucker zac may be. he’ll just have to double his dosage of pills later. “well, hey, jen. crazy seeing you here, ah, is this your box? let me help you out with that.” male teases with a lopsided smirk before he bends, grabbing the bottom of the box to lift it, careful to make sure the bottom hadn’t soaked completely through, would be vaguely annoyed if all the products spilled out. letting out a semi - dramatic groan as he adjusts it beneath his arm and stands up straight, zac pushes his brows together, motioning towards the box. “christ, lindley. what’s in here, your baggage?”

@pantherbound / jen & zac

“if you think third-wave feminism’s got me in so much of a rip tide that i won’t deign myself to ask a man for help…,” jen sucks her teeth thoughtfully, dips her head, “well, hell, you’d be right, so maybe you could just offer?” she’s putting on her best angelic smile, the one that’s probably to blame for why she’s going to hell, but eventually her head hangs with a scoff, surrendering. “maybe better off leaving it here.” she ticks the edge of her boot against the cardboard box, growing wet at the bottom with last weeks snowfall that’s still melting on the pavement outside the post office. she’d meant to pick the thing up and haul it into the trunk of her sister’s old volvo, but it proved too heavy. it’s a package of old belongings her grams had shipped, almost a year late now. jen clicks her teeth and glances toward zac, a wry smile on her lips. “old memories. actually more like pandora’s box. we should really probably bury it.”

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❛  i  think  this  is  yours .  ❜ auggie & zac / @kosmiskmysterium

there’s an ocean of bodies filling the large living room of the house belonging to… somebody who zac can’t remember, not that he’s sure he’d even know the guy — or girl. all he knew is that there was gonna be some crazy party that everyone was going to, and wherever there’s a good time, there zac is straggling along with ruby and her brothers. has been keeping an eye out, knows that sunny was supposed to be coming with augustine later, which was a bit worrying, because this wasn’t like any other degrassi mixed with lakehurst party. zac’s only been here an hour and he’s only see a handful of familiar faces, the rest belonging to university students and people he’s vaguely seen hanging around the ravine. but it’s out of his hands, now, with sunny’s if you don’t let me go and have a fun time, i’ll telling grandma you’re going to a party. threat.

so, for now, he’ll slide through the crowd, his eyes ever so often gazing at the close bodies of pretty girls, where he’ll shoot a charming smirk, making a mental note to find his way back later if he’s lonely. in the distance, he could see ruby, and it isn’t surprising to see sid leaned against the wall beside her, which has zac letting out an under the breath chuckle. maybe instead he’d go over and save her if he’s feeling nice. making his way towards the only semi - open area in the kitchen, zac scratches at his head as he looks over the various amount of snacks and drinks scattered across the table. i think this is yours, the familiar voice beside him says, causes him to switch his gaze over. “auggie,” he muses. “i didn’t know you guys were here yet.” but, that’s beside the point when he notices the bottle in her hand. small prescription bottle, one that’s old, given to him when he was actually prescribed with his painkillers, but fresh with oxy he scored the other day.

“oh, shit.” fingers reach for it as his brows furrow together, free hand tapping against his jacket pocket, tries to remember how the hell he managed to lose it. then he realizes, the last time he popped a few was in the bathroom. must’ve dropped it there. “yeah, thanks. fuck, glad it was you to find it.” god knows the thing would be empty if anyone else did. promptly, the male drops it back into his pocket, dropping his hands to his side. in this moment, now, he focuses on the girl, taking in her outfit. “you look…” he’s truthfully a little taken back, not really used to seeing her wear something like that. so, his head tilts, eyes dropping towards her feet and the pattern of socks she’s wearing, and it causes him to let out a breathy laugh, nodding his head. “nice socks.” turns to face to table again, plucking up a red cup. “where’s sunny?”

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tag drop 02.

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“no?” he mimics with raised brows, and if zac didn’t find it amusing to fluster his dear old friend, he’d probably wipe the proud smirk off his lips. “i’m not full of myself. just very aware.” zac points out with a wave of his finger. there’s always been some tension between the friends, but it’s only been recently that he’s started to see the effects after realizing, strangely enough, that zachary popwell wanted more than no strings attached and a play pretend relationship made to keep scare off other guys her father sets her up with. “i’m not gonna bail, but really, how badly do you need me there tonight?”

@pantherbound​ sent: “are you jealous? want me all to yourself, do you?” / jeanie + zac

“no,” jeanette says quickly—too quickly. finger nails dig into her palm, silently scolding herself for being so pathetic over zac, of all people. “don’t be so full of yourself. i was just saying, you better not bail tonight because you got preoccupied with what’s-her-name.”