#⊱ midncghts ⊰

[regvlus-black]

✧       𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐨 𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨     ◦     con @midncghts​.

evidente fue el impacto, pobremente disfrazado con indiferencia, que su encuentro tuvo. previo a ello, actitudes del joven tampoco eran del todo compatibles con émile—o con el resto de la población, según tenía entendido—sino hasta semanas atrás cuando cedió ante la frustración y tensión sexual que rebeldía, propia de Jaekyung, despertaba. aunque no recordaba demasiado de ello, podía jugar la misma carta; ignorarlo, pero no sería divertido. ‘ pienso que, ’ rompió el silencio ‘ podríamos esperar a que tu guardia te deje solo. o empezar aquí. estoy bien con lo que decidas... ’ suspende oración, desafiante ‘ su alteza ’.

[hiungz]

 ⤷  the sirens were roaring behind them, lights blue and red harshly shining through the mirrors of his bike. but they lose half of the cops by dropping their bike and the other half which were insisting on following them lost them when minyu pulled them into a dark alley; small enough to hide them properly. he pins ares against the cold brick wall. their bodies pressed together, minyu’s uneven breaths fanning against other's smooth locks as he eventually rests his forehead against ares’ while bringing his hand up to cover his lover's mouth. and while the cops run past the alley they've hidden in, minyu's own mouth tugs in a large grin. wicked and knowing, guessing the exact things he planned to do to ares after they fled from this successfully. their flashlights flicker against minyu’s features — they seemed to have lost them. all he can hear is ares’ breathing and the fading footsteps of the police. his hand lowers from ares' lips, minyu's gaze falls on his bared lips as he leans in to peck them with a breathless whisper; ‘ diamonds look beautiful on you, baby. ‘ / @midncghts

[warsinmyhead]

CLOSED for @midncghts | Time skip from x

"When's the last time we've done a meal out with the whole family?" his father asked, trying to lighten the mood.

Mayumi and Emerson blinked in surprise and Kaori raised a brow at her husband's sudden cheerfulness. Meanwhile, Hiro managed to keep a neutral expression on his face. This was a joke.

Hiro sensed they were eating out because it was a few blocks from his stepmother's meeting with a potential client – rumored to be a big Korean entertainment company in town for a sold-out concert for one of their groups. He didn't need to bet any money that this company probably was going to say yes to Kaori's company, as they were trusted for private, luxury cars and plush transportation for the wealthy and famous.

Bless his father for trying to be a good father and pointing out that the whole family was together, but Hiro didn't see this as a family meal – especially when everyone had an assigned bodyguard with them. Out of the corner of his eye, Hiro tried to read Taekyung's reaction to his father's comment, but suddenly the sound of a gun going off made him jump, and suddenly, he was nudged under the table they were seated at.

The other patrons were panicking and some of the waitstaff had dropped to the ground in fear.

Hiro blinked as he looked toward the entrance of the restaurant, lips parted slightly. No way was this really happening...

[dollieour]

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for @midncghts ( to silas )

"i told her," rhys practically whispers, head resting on silas' bare chest. he wishes he could just bask in the afterglow, allow himself to enjoy the time he has with his boyfriend. but he wants him to know. "nora, i mean. she was fine with it, of course. it's not like i'm the only queer person she knows. i just....worried it would be different when it was me, i guess?" rhys shifts to look up at silas, eyes soft and full of affection. "she's happy it's you. she's always loved you."

[tomsland]

Luego de aquella discusión que había ocurrido con su ex-pareja, Andrew había tenido, probablemente, los peores dos meses de su vida. No había hecho acto de presencia en lo absoluto en su antigua residencia, pero sí aparecía cada noche ahogado en alcohol en alguna cantina, tratando de asimilar todo lo dicho y hecho. Se había comunicado con Darcy únicamente por mensajes, pero la extrañaba y aunque ver a la pequeña era usualmente la razón por la que se manifestaba, esta vez y luego de aquel duro intercambio de reclamos, debía admitir que no era la única a la que echaba de menos.

Esa mañana se levantó dispuesto a afrontar sus errores. Sí, era demasiado tarde, pero más valía tarde que nunca. Ambos necesitaban un tiempo sin verse para poder calmar las aguas y aclarar no solo su cabeza, sino también el corazón. Llama a la puerta, un día miércoles por la noche, cuando seguramente nadie le espera y su hija ya se encuentra dormida. "Nunca se sabe el precio de un beso robado, y al final el nuestro nos salió tan caro." murmura en un tono sereno, con la cabeza un poco baja y el remordimiento plasmado en su mirada. Toda aquella historia de amor y desamor había iniciado con un simple beso robado, por lo que en realidad hacía referencia al cómo comenzó todo. "Yo no tenía nada y lo pagué al contado, pero ahora veo que a ti te debo demasiado." añade, parte de aquel discurso que tantas veces practicó en su cabeza. "Nunca supe cómo vivir contigo y tú te alejaste sabiendo qué era morir conmigo. Arrancando fantasmas, cambiando tus recuerdos, sería la única forma de revivir esto. Porque, siendo sincero, ¿Cómo voy a hacer para sobrevivir otro invierno sin ti?"

(@midncghts )

[mikrokosmcs]

No  es  un  buen  cocinero,  es  una  de  las  cosas  que  tiene  muy  claras.  Como  tampoco  le  gustaba  despertarse  temprano  pero  ahí  estaba,  minutos  antes  de  las  ocho  con  una  sartén  y  una  masa  para  hotcakes  que  honestamente,  agradecía  al  sujeto  del  tutorial  de  tiktok  que  le  ayudó  a  hacerle  a  la  perfección.  Los  primeros  salieron  terribles,  quemados  y  evidentemente  no  comestibles  que  tuvo  que  echarlos  todos  en  una  bolsa  de  plástico  y  hacerles  un  nudo,  los  siguientes  y  gracias  a  su  obstinación  y  su  orgullo,  lograron  lucir  mucho  más  decentes  y  sabían  bien.  Sakwon  no  era  una  persona  que  agradeciera  nada,  ni  que  pidiera  ayuda  seguido,  pero  creía  que  en  esta  ocasión  tal  vez  se  pasó  demasiado  de  la  raya.  No  lo  recordaba,  pero  los  mensajes  en  el  grupo  con  sus  compañeros  indicaban  que  no  solo  había  estado  ebrio,  sino  que  se  peleó  con  alguien  y  solo  fue  rescatado  por  “el  hermoso  Adonis  con  el  que  vives”  y  eso  solo  podía  indicar  que  quien  logró  someterlo  en  su  momento  de  pura  ira  y  embriaguez,  fue  Atlas.  Giró  el  pancake  para  que  se  terminara  de  hacer  del  otro  lado  cuando  escucha  pasos  cerca,  levantando  la  vista  y  encontrándose  con  el  susodicho.  -  —Buenos  días  —  -menciona  recargando  su  cadera  en  la  alacena  al  costado  de  la  estufa.  -  —He  hecho  el  desayuno,  son  comestibles,  lo  prometo. / @midncghts

[warstains]

closed starter for @midncghts !

" do you really think a simple apology is going to make everything okay again ? "

[rainyearning]

@midncghts

Was it ever a good idea to drink this much alcohol? They had started easy off, some wine with their dinner, and then more and more mixed into it. Spending the day with Silas was the right thing to do, though now, when Hy woke up feeling nauseous, raging headache, maybe he did feel the tiniest hint of.. regret. Not being with Silas but well.. drinking. "Shoot me... now." Voice raspy while Hyeon struggled opening his eyes. He did move closer to Silas, hiding his face in the other mans chest, arms holding tightly onto the males middle. "Or... or you could just.. choke me. By pressing my face into your chest until I stop breathing." He did kiss Silas' chest shortly, adjusting his position just the tiniest bit to feel comfortable. Of course he hoped Silas wasn't feeling as bad as he did, but then, most of it was the other mans fault, how he kept refilling his glass, mixing drinks, but in a way, SIlas would deserve it. "Please tell me I am not the only one hungover."

[lovedevcured-moved]

╰    @midncghts

he never thought that he'd ever see him again at least not after their break up haven been very messy with lots of scream and shouting at one another. but it seemed like the universe had another plan for the both of them tonight as up until now he'd been living his life peaceful with his young son and managing his small cafe though it wouldn't be like he completely erased them from his mind especially since they had been together for so very long he really couldn't help himself but think back on their relationship together and yes ! they had their own fair shares of fights here and there on the most mundane of things just like any other couple out there , what made them different though was that no matter how messy things got between them and how many screaming matches they've gotten themselves into in the past they would always get back together again and start loving on each other again with that TOXIC cycle repeating itself over and over again up until the very moment that they could no longer take it anymore and deciding to part ways for the better. at least that was their plan until they had showed up to attend a mutual friend's party and they had locked eyes on one another it had instantly taken them back to when they had first meet and fell madly in love with each other and obviously at first mingyu tried his hardest to deny those feelings inside of himself that there was no way that he'd go back again to his ex ─── for only his own sake but for his son but here he was becoming almost drawn towards the other male like a moth to a flame ready to burn himself again with them walking over to where they had stood clearing his throat before shoving his hands into his pockets “ i never thought that i'd see you again ian how are you ? ” he asked already becoming enraptured with their presence again as his heart had began to beat wildly out of his chest.

[boingdeguayava]

* 96. abcdefu de gayle.

"i was into you, but i'm over it now."

☁️ * starter para benji (previo) / @midncghts

[n0chanxes]

The Best Policy: Bryce & Alex

Not a clue. He hadn't had a single idea what to say in response to.. to so much sudden, visceral honesty. So the young heir just sniffed once and willed his tears to stop, too spent from a too long day to think through those words and come up with a good reply, let alone an honest one. He'd settled instead on shaking his head, and a weak, muttered 'I'd like.. to go home now, please' when all other words failed him. It would be a long ride home, and his long day would turn into an even longer night if they didn't return soon. His head was foggy from tears he was so under to holding back; foggy enough that the heir found himself sitting in the front seat, not liking how.. alone.. sitting in the back felt. He remained silent, tired eyes watching the world pass as the car slowly began rocking him to sleep.

"W...wake me up.. before we arrive? I'll need t... to fix my makeup before entering.." It was the last coherent, worried thought he voiced before fully nodding off, entirely unaware as his head lolled to the side, and eventually came to rest in Alex's lap. He slept.. soundly.. Maybe for the first time in years. And a small, thoughtless mutter left him.

"W..... I want to... to trust you..so badly.. I just.. don't want to see you die.. Don't want to see anybody die...Not again" The words were punctuated with a small whimper, before the heir slipped back into sleep for the rest of the ride, a single line of tears trailing down the bridge of his nose.

@midncghts

[ovilis-m]

she was making it impossible? sure, she had been a little salty and perhaps down right bitchy; but the woman had her heart broken. she was entitled to some rudeness. "maddox, you were the first guy i let in. the first i actually loved." she stated, hoisting herself onto the counter. "would you make it easy if you were in my place?"

@midncghts | cont. from [ here ]

[warsinmyhead]

CLOSED for @midncghts

Hiro wasn't exactly thrilled to be back home for the holidays. He had managed to get out of the last two family holidays because of weather-travel conditions being bad, but this was the year where Korea happened to be warmer than past winters, which meant he was out of excuses to avoid returning to Japan.

In typical fashion once he was on the ground in Japan, he collected his suitcase and mentally prepared himself to call a rideshare or cab to take him home. But he raised a brow in confusion when he started to make his way to the doors and noticed someone standing near them with a sign that had his name on it.

No way was that for him, right...

[mndstom]

continued thread with @midncghts from here

Pure shock is on her facial features when he watches the man down her drink. Her drink. "Did you just steal my shot?" She exclaims, huffing while leaning back in her seat. If there weren't people watching, she would have crossed her arms and stayed put, made him carry her, but with a simple look around, Naeun can see they have attracted attention. Then she gets a great idea. "But if I yell you're kidnapping me? What are you going to do then? Plus, you owe me a new shot now."

[hrbingers-a]

* —— @midncghts           /            juyeon   &   levi.

the nail of his thumb caught between his teeth, juyeon scrolled down the webpage detailing the requirements of the assignment, not for the first time. it's rare to find him seated in the library, glasses perched on the tip of his nose & face inches away from his illuminated laptop screen, but —— desperate times. the heel of his foot bounces anxiously on the floor as he reads — again, again — trying to figure out what he's doing wrong, but he comes up with nothing but a headache. with a sigh, he pushes the laptop away from him, a bit more roughly than necessary. it's nearing two a.m. & they've been here for hours & he STILL can't figure out why the damn code isn't working. ( being a computer science major is not the flex he thought it would be. ) he pries his glasses off of his face & pinches the bridge of his nose, rubbing the headache away. " do you want to try fixing it ? because i'm fuckin' —— tapped out. "