#hcneylcves

[dawnday]

‘  can  i  crash  here  tonight  ?  ‘  he’s  slouched  against  the  wall  ,  legs  sprawled  and  taking  up  more  space  than  ever  needed  .  everything  about  his  frame  speaks  weighed  down  ,  a  push  away  from  cracking  ,  but  he  schools  his  features  into  an  effortless  grin  .  ‘  i  got  kicked  out  again  .  ‘

     for  @hcneylcves​        /        ♡’d this .

[wolvescried]

☪,✿

✿  five times my muse almost texted yours, and the one time they did.

[ outgoing: sunshine ☀️ 9:36 am ] how badly should someone stuff their face with footlong meatball subs until i forget him?? asking for a friend UNSENT

[ outgoing: sunshine ☀️ 1:21 am ] hE’S HHEEERRe OH GDO WHTA DO I DOOOOO SUNNY PLES gte me OOT UNSENT

[ outgoing: sunshine ☀️ 4:12 pm ] do u think i’m a bad friend/student?? i just deleted all of my groupmate’s work bc she called me an attention seeker and i really hated that UNSENT

[ outgoing: sunshine ☀️ 7:44 pm ] sometimes i remember when we dated for fun way back when and wonder if we actually stuck it out?? might have saved us from fuckin heartbreak UNSENT

[ outgoing: sunshine ☀️ 12:58 am ] i’m seeing someone. i don’t know if you’ll approve but i’ve never told anyone but oh my god sunny i’ve been so happy lately i might explode UNSENT

[ outgoing: sunshine ☀️ 12:40 pm ] ur lunchtime reminder that i love u most ❤️❤️❤️

☪  five times our muses almost hold hands, and the one time they do.

i. they’re in elementary when they first meet, sunlight streaming through the windows as he steps in. he waves goodbye, tightening his fingers around the straps of his backpack. the day, he feels, goes by fairly smoothly until they’re asked to partner up; and ezra, being the social butterfly, turns to ask people if they’d like to be his partner. but they’re all too fast, and he seems to be the one left behind. he’s about to sink into a corner and cry when a girl comes towards him, asks him to be partners. he jumps up excitedly, and almost reaches for the girl’s hands. “thank you!” he says, beaming. “you’re the coolest. i’m ezra.”

ii. “i’m not holding your hand, sunny,” he insists, sticking his nose in the air. ezra, age ten, had been told that girls had what they called cooties, though he isn’t exactly sure what it is. (and okay, he’s a few years late, but no one tells him that.) “you’re my best friend and all, but the boys in the bathroom say that have girls have cooties. whatever it is.” this is hard because ezra’s a hugger, and he’s believed that every inch of his body is made for hugs, hand holding, that kind of thing. but he also wants to be cool, so the kids stop making fun of his pudgy cheeks or how his hair makes him look like he stuck his finger in a socket. and because he’s so full of hugs and love, his fingers accidentally brush against sunny’s. it takes him ten seconds to realize why the other boys are staring at him, and then — right. “oh!” he cries, dramatically falling to the floor. “i’ve been struck! by cooties! my soul is leaving my body!”

that afternoon, his parents march him over to the knox’s, with a box of chocolates and a very carefully thought-out apology which he, in true ezra park fashion, announces in a way that would have shakespeare rolling in his grave.

iii. they’re thirteen and sitting on ezra’s bed, resting comfortably on his star wars sheets, and he’s nervous. they’re listening to the radio and he hears that one rihanna song about california and king beds, the one he’s been shamelessly rewinding on his ipod. “hey, sunny, you ever think of your first kiss or some crap like that?” he blurts out. “’cause... i don’t know. everyone keeps talking about it and i just... wonder.” he’s never had his yet — because cheek kisses definitely don’t count — and if it’s possible, he’d like it to be with someone he cares about. he doesn’t know where to put his hands: he reaches out for hers, fingertips touching hers, before they rest on his lap. 

“but anyway, it’s stupid, right?” an awkward chuckle follows, and right after he speaks, the song on the radio changes.

iv. they’re in their ‘dating’ phase and ezra still isn’t sure where to put his hands. it feels weird having sunny as his girlfriend when she’s his best friend first and foremost; he loves her but not in the way people (read: his parents) thought. it takes them a while before they actually change from gripped hands to intertwined fingers, though there are still moments where he takes her by the hand or wrist. take for example, this one date they’re on, where they both reach into the popcorn tub at the same time. ezra, always the taker, scoops up a handful of popcorn, only to feel that he’s grabbed sunny’s wrist instead. thank god for the dim lighting of the cinema, because his face is beet red when he realizes his grip’s a little too hard and a little too eager. “sorry, sunny,” he says with an awkward chuckle, dropping her wrist gently and waiting for her to get her fill before taking his.

v. overabundance of party streamers aside, ezra decides prom night isn’t so bad. he hasn’t spilled anything over the fancy suit his parents had bought him just for this, and there’s two more hours to go, so he considers that a victory. he’s a little high on sugar from the punch, so he’s jumping around all the time, but of course a slow song comes along and he finds himself shouting over the music just to ask sunny to dance. first he reaches for her hand, but stops himself to laugh, because that’s just not how they do it. instead, he places his hands on her waist, gently, a big smile on his face.

vi. college? a whole other ball game. “this is, like, it,” he says, ever the philosopher as they sit in the quad, the sun hanging in the sky. “it’s weird, i’m not scared or anything. but i’ll be counting down the days until i inevitably fuck it all up.” he’d rather not wait for it, not when he’s trying his damndest to figure it out, but he’ll get through it. hopefully. a teasing smile on his face, ezra reaches over to slide his fingers in between sunny’s, gently patting the top of her hand with his free one. “but you’ll be okay. i know you will, sunny. if anyone can get through this, it’s you, and you better believe it.”

[truthhcrts]

☀ , ✉

☀ – A hug from behind

he was slightly tipsy as the night progressed, and as usual, minki had ended up in his own space rather than inside the crowded party happening inside the house. he’d, instead, found himself in the backyard, head tilted as he dragged his fingertips along the nearest bush. something about his less sober state made that a very fascinating thing to do, so he continued - dragging slim fingers back and forth. he always wondered why he bothered going to parties like this. his scene had always been karaoke bars, places where he could get a drink and easily spot someone to take home for a night. he didn’t like the mix of sweat and people pushing each other around just to get in and out. something about it made him feel out of place, searching for something familiar, and whenever he reached that point… going outside was his comfort.  he was so lost in thought, the feeling of arms wrapped around him had him sucking in a harsh breath, almost wanting to jerk his elbow back into whoever it was’ stomach. he firmly believed that they deserved it for scaring him. “jesus fuckin’ hell,” he muttered, finally turning his head to see the all too familiar smile of sunny. the sight caused him to groan, attempting to wiggle out of her grip. “stop. sober me can’t handle you, tipsy me definitely can’t.” probably a lie, since he was always in a better mood after drinking. if anything, this was sunny’s time to shine.

“what are you doing here, anyway? when did you get here?” if anyone were to overhear, they’d think that minki was a real bother, concerned for his sister’s safety. annoyed that she was at the party because it meant he’d have to spend the rest of his night watching out for… and maybe the tiniest bit of those assumptions were true. still, he finally pushed her away, turning to face her and lifting his drink to his lips. “go be annoying somewhere else,” he grumbled, “i’m trying to have me time. just me - one, hana, uno, singular.” as minki snapped, there was the small detail of him never making direct eye contact with her during or after it, always turning away as if he couldn’t handle the sight of whatever emotions likely came onto her face - typically the fall of a small. annoying. “just let me know when you’re leaving. might as well get a ride home,” he added with a wave of his hand.

✉ – A hug goodbye

they were the same age, and that meant that they spent more time together than most siblings would. they even had the same classes, sometimes, and minki tried his best to stay as far away from her as possible when that happened. he hated the idea of other people thinking he had any amount of soft spots, and sunny’s bubbly personality around him was something minki constantly worried about seeming suspicious with. he’d rather ignore her entirely than be seen around her excited light, but... that didn’t mean there weren’t moments. 

it was the end of the semester, christmas quickly approaching and minki was spaced out while the rest of the class seemed to be chattering excitedly about the upcoming break. minki already knew he’d be spending most of it taking pictures of any snow they got, and that was enough for him to be inwardly excited about the break, too. he kept to himself about it, however, scribbling poorly into his notebook as he waited for the final bell. 

with only a few minutes left, it seemed like a lot of the class were sharing goodbye hugs, but minki focused on putting everything in his backpack. his head was ducked, so the arms around him caused him to instantly tense up. “what the fuck-” he instantly wanted to push them away... and then realized it was sunny. with an annoyed grunt, he rolled his eyes, his head falling back as he focused on the ceiling. he allowed her to hug him, however - he wasn’t sure why. normally he would’ve shoved her away, but... maybe it was nice. seeing the rest of the classmates say their goodbyes, and no one had approached him. of course they hadn’t. it was the expectation he’d put in place, but even still, sunny bothered hugging him, too. even though she, most of all, knew the likeliness of him pushing her away. after a minute, he merely scoffed, pulling his bag over his shoulder. “we’re literally going to the same fucking place,” he pointed out, but his tone was slightly less harsh than normal, and maybe, if she looked close enough, she’d notice the hint of amusement in his eyes.

[simonkxng-blog]

✿

✿  five times my muse almost texted yours, and the one time they did.

[ outgoing 2:45am - sunshine !! ] your brother has a deathwish out for lex i swear unsent

[ outgoing 1:05am - sunshine !! ] i did something really bad sunny. really really fucking bad. unsent

[ outgoing 1:00pm - sunshine !! ]   dad says hi. wonders how you and minki are doing. unsent

[ outgoing 3:05am - sunshine !! ] i could really fucking use a hug right now. i fucked up so bad. i can’t get it off my mind. what if someone finds out? oh god. unsent

[ outgoing 3:54pm - sunshine !! ] i���m hiding in the library crying right now. i miss mom. can we meet up? i know you’re probably busy i’m sorry. unsent

[ outgoing 3:47pm - sunshine !! ] remember!!!! tutoring today!!!! don’t be late!!!! 4:30!!!!

[sorvns]

* CLOSED STARTER / @hcneylcves !

“c’mon, you can’t tell me that you never have the urge to just take a sip of the top shelf shit in between breaks.” he says, taking the drink as she hands it over the bar. he takes a rather large gulp then places it down in front of him. “i mean, you and me, will probably never be able to afford it.” he laughs. “so why not take advantage of your position? maybe slip me a shot while you’re at it.” he suggests. his gaze travels upwards and he scans all of the labels, taking in the names of drinks that cost more than his car payment. it’s ridiculous to even want them, but he can’t help it. he likes the finer things in life which doesn’t bode well for someone who can barely afford to eat most days. though, that’s really his fault, he supposes.

[librcbvlly]

starter: closed for @hcneylcves based on: we’re stuck together, trying to survive during the zombie apocalypse

        god, zen misses being CLEAN. as the sweat drips, rolling down his cheek until it bothered him enough to wipe it away with the back of his hand, and - oh, it was blood. even worse, he was sick of the SMELL of blood, the smell of death that seemed to follow no matter how far he ran. the small hoard was down, and after a quick scan he was confident they finally had some alone time. “fuck this,” zen finally grumbled, scowling as he tried to determine if the blood was his own, scanning over his body. “i’m starting to think dying would just be... way better. i mean, is living really worth it when it’s so goddamn MISERABLE?” he was angry, exhausted from fighting and possibly a little out of it - maybe he had a concussion? he didn’t exactly have a mirror, but a headache was a pretty constant feeling whether or not he had been hit. he could just be losing his last grip on sanity. “nothing good left here. if we can’t beat all these assholes,” he said, gently kicking one of the bodies by him. “why not join ‘em?”

[drecmcloud]

mica sat perched on a stool at a bar he frequented often, tapping his finger absentmindedly on the glass of his third rum and coke that night. the bar had begun to fill up as happy hour came to a close and the nightly antics began. mica glanced around the room to see if there was anyone worth striking up a conversation with, and that’s when his eye landed on someone all-too-familiar, his stomach turning in on itself in an unpleasant manner. quickly, he snapped his attention back to the tv screen above him, holding back a groan. why of all places did his ex have to be here? just when he thought he was finally free of them, they always seemed to pop right back up. / closed starter for @hcneylcves   

[wistfulreality]

[!] TRACKER

i am so regretting not using rpthreadtracker even though it messes up when i have multiple replies on an open starter ... anyway, here is a schedule of queued posts / things i have yet to write!!! sorry for the delays. i just got back and these next few nights might be busy! if i owe you something and your post is neither queued or in the drafted section, could you let me know? tumblr activity is a bit of a butt.

THURSDAY

@rxdiancx​ - jingoo x kaeun

@trivialves​ - jingoo x venus

FRIDAY

@trivialves​ - jinri x jason ; minjun x ariel

SATURDAY

@amissums​ - woohyun x yebin

@osayroleplay​ - heejun x hana

SUNDAY

@hcneylcves​ - serri x taeil

@flushedfloral​ - heejun x misun

MONDAY

@irregulcrs​ - yura x jaeho ; namil x marina

TUESDAY

@huntors​ - yura x hunter

@windflcwers​ - eunha x dongwon 

WEDNESDAY

@windflcwers - woohyun x eunha

@bluclights - jasmine x jay

THURSDAY

@bluclights​ - jingoo x rose ; seojoon x mioh

DRAFTED

@rvsetum​ - changwoo x soojin ; ahin x kana

@everytingces​ - milian x ???

@pikvchuu​ - hyerim x hyunsik ; jaesun x taeyeon ; jaeho x yeji

[grvitys]

1ST RULE: tag 9 muses you would like to know better. 2ND RULE: BOLD the statements that are true for your muse.

MUSE: noel lee FC: do kyungsoo OCCUPATION: ceo of tech company AGE: 25 SEXUALITY: pansexual PRONOUNS: he / him

APPEARANCE:

I am 5'7" or taller

I wear glasses

I have at least one tattoo

I have at least one piercing

I have blonde hair / kind of

I have brown eyes

I have short hair

My abs are at least somewhat defined

I have or have had braces

PERSONALITY:

I love meeting new people

People tell me that I’m funny

Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me

I enjoy physical challenges

I enjoy mental challenges

I’m playfully rude

I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it

There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY:

I can sing well

I can play an instrument

I can do over 30 pushups without stopping

I’m a fast runner

I can draw well

I have a good memory

I’m good at doing math in my head

I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute

I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling

I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch

I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES:

I enjoy playing sports

I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else

I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else

I have learned a new song in the past week

I work out at least once a week

I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months

I have drawn something in the past month

I enjoy writing

I do or have done martial arts

EXPERIENCES:

I have had my first kiss

I have had alcohol

I have scored the winning goal in a sports game

I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting

I have been at an overnight event

I have been in a taxi

I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year

I have beaten a video game in one day

I have visited another country

I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts

RELATIONSHIPS:

I’m in a relationship ( v1. with jaebeom )

I have a crush on a celebrity

I have a crush on someone I know ( v1. with jaebeom )

I have been in at least 3 relationships

I have never been in a relationship  

I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them ( v1. with jaebeom )

I get crushes easily  

I have had a crush on someone for over a year

I have been in a relationship for at least a year

I have had feelings for a friend

MY LIFE:

I have at least one person I consider a “best friend”

I live close to my school

My parents are still together

I have at least one sibling

I live in the United States

There is snow right now where I live

I have hung out with a friend in the past month

I have a smartphone

I have at least 15 CD’s

I share my room with someone

RANDOM SHIT:

I have break-danced

I know a person named Jamie

I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce

I have dyed my hair

I’m listening to one song on repeat right now

I have punched someone in the past week

I know someone who has gone to jail

I have broken a bone

I have eaten a waffle today

I know what I want to do with my life

I speak at least 2 languages

tagged by: @veiledblush (ily) tagging: @purgatoriium,  @hclfmoon, @blvckvelvets, @sunsct, @hcneylcves

[mikrokosmvs]

     —  THE   SITUATION   CURRENTLY   UNFOLDING   IN   front  of  him  was  highly  amusing  to  haneul,  though  he  was  doing  his  best  not  to  let  it  show.  the  person  in  front  of  him  (  talking  to  their,  apparently  mutual,  friend  jinwoo  )  had  been  the  hookup  he  ditched  at  around  five  am  that  morning,  after  a  quick  but  great  fuck,  ready  to  talk  loudly  about  it  to  his  friend  over  brunch.  but,  alas,  said  hookup  was  also  invited.

“have  you  known  each  other  long  ?”  haneul  asked,  not  really  curious  but  feeling  left  out  of  the  conversation.  jinwoo  gave  haneul  a  pointed  look,  which  haneul  read  as  stay  the  fuck  away  from  this  one.

too  late,  haneul  thought,  too  fucking  late.

╰ @hcneylcves​ + based on 

[tintedpeach]

@hcneylcves

Jaewoo wasn’t the most communicative person, he tended to have a mind on his own and didn’t really think of how other would react to him. He had always had good intentions and wanted for nothing but the others around him to be safe and happy, but considering how his twin was living his life, he wondered if that’d be possible. They were at a fight club and needless to say, with Jaewoo’s over-sized blue sweater and his pastel pink Adidas fanny pack? he was out of place. His eyes locked on a specific fighter, he doesn’t know why. But something, some urge made his feet take small steps towards her and before he knew it, he was there in front of her, “You should bandage your wounds....” He said softly, fingers reaching down to pull out his neosporin and his pororo band aids.

[wolvescried]

a starter for @hcneylcves !

“sunshine!” ezra’s voice rings through the quad as he tries to calls out to his best friend, who’s slowly getting farther and farther away from him. he’s stumbling to get up from the grass, one arm slinging his backpack over his shoulder. he falls over once and that gains everyone’s attention, but is back on his feet immediately just so he can dash to sunny. he wraps her in a back hug, holding on tight so they don’t teeter off-balance. “whoa, whoa!” he says, laughing. he steadies them first, letting go so he can walk alongside her. “hey, okay, so, please tell me that you’re not busy tonight, because i may or may not have signed up for karaoke night.” he pauses for dramatic effect. “the bad thing? i did not know disney night was tonight and i need someone to help me power through twenty renditions of let it go. please say you’ll come.”

[tintedpeach]

@hcneylcves

The company dinner, from what she could remember, was hectic. People were throwing back shots, people trying to out drink one another, and though Yerin knew she couldn’t keep up, she knew some people would think she’s purposely trying to exclude herself from the group. So the girl drank and drank, until the next thing she knew she was up the next morning with a pounding head. Nonetheless, she got ready for work and planted a smile on her face. That is, until she was suddenly called into her boss’s office. “Good morning sir!” She says brightly, her head tilting in both curiosity and force of habit. “You called me?”