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[astralfms]

@mcktub // vivienne's apartment !

there's  a  moment  of  hesitation,  before  her  knuckles  finally  rap  against  vivienne's  door,  where  she  has  half  a  mind  to  turn  around  and  walk  right  back  where  she  came  from.  instead,  she  musters  all  of  her  courage  into  a  deep  breath,  free  fingers  now  tinkering  with  the  hem  of  her  coat.  her  other  hand  is  holding  a  small  bouquet  of  flowers,  thrusting  them  into  the  doorway  the  second  it  cracks  open.  a  gesture  of  good  will  on  her  end,  proof  that  she's  at  least  open  to  reconciliation.  “not  sure  what  you're  into  these  days,  but  these  are  some  of  my  favorites  so  i  figured  they'd  suffice.”

[lgcminki]

› play it smooth … !

minki doesn't think his skills in singing are entirely hopeless, but minki would be the first to admit that he wasn't the absolute best. naturally, he sought help from people who truly knows what they're doing in the vocal aspect—one of them is ( @lgcjaekyung ), who had been a tremendous help. now, he's better, and it's because of people like her. it's only right that he returns the favour somehow.

plus, it had been jaekyung's birthday some time ago. that could be another excuse. although he's trying to be discreet, he can't tell if he's doing it right. after all, minki doesn't waste time in approaching the other after a busy day of training and practicing, gleaming with a smile. surely that isn't a suspicious greeting, right?

"hey, jaekyung," it's a normal greeting. like any other day. "if i have our schedules correct, you should be free now, right?"

honestly, minki thinks he's capable of putting up an act—but maybe not today. normally, he would be a lot more careful with how he carries himself. still, he can't come up with a decent excuse as to why he'd be asking for her time, unless it's to thank her for something.

[naturiisms]

@musesoface // addison, night and dine

"there's my little peach," he beamed, walking toward addison with open arms and wrapping her in the gentlest bear hug he could manage. "i missed you! i'm glad you found some time between those big gigs of yours to have lunch with your old uncle." marco pulled her to arms length, giving a once over to ensure she was all in tact, then settled into his side of the booth. "it's on me, obviously. and i expect an invite to the next gig. you think if i gave you three random words right now, you could pop some lyrics out?"

[goldenf8]

He didn't intend to make her uncomfortable. He had healed her and his hand lingered as his thoughts wandered. Vela is so strong and powerful. He admires her. However, what he doesn't admire is her putting herself in harms way in order to protect others. He understands the sentiment but she can not protect the whole party from all possible dangers. She is going to run herself ragged if she keeps it up.

"Let me... Let the others help you. I know that most of party is mortal but they are stronger than they look. I am stronger than I look. And I am good for more than healing. Let us fight alongside one another, as equals. Please... You can not go on acting as both sword and shield for the whole party. It isn't healthy."

@goldenf8 asked: Letting a hand linger on their shoulder just a second too long.

The touch made Vela tense up to begin with, shoulders frozen as she stood up straight, bristling at the touch. Though her expression remained impassive, her head turned away, twisting slightly, as if the gentle touch of his hand upon her shoulder was painful to her.

As his touch lingered a touch too long, Vela exhaled a breath and twisted out of his hold, stepping away from the other aasimar.

[sureabel]

who: @mercy-grigoryan when: very late night / very early morning

How he had wound up there, he was not quite sure. Of course, outside of the house or the church, he was never quite sure how he ended up anywhere else. But she had been the one beacon of hope, the one shining light. No matter what time of day, no matter how human or how animal, she knew His light just as well as Abel did. It did not need to be said to be felt. It did not need to be said to be observed. Nonetheless, with the fur that decorated his hands beginning to recede, leaving mats in some places and staining flesh with blood in others, to wash himself of the blood by the time the sun had fully arisen was an arduous process. He had learned how to do it, yes -- a century of the same mission taught the man -- but how faster it could be... Rapping at the door, all he could say when he held his hands up, moving one to his mouth, was, "There is so much blood." Literally. Metaphorically. So much blood. Too much blood to consider her reception. Mind still too animalistic to care, and mind just human enough to realize just what the stains were.

[jianlol]

.ೃ࿔ for ; @wtfxeden

jian supposed he’s just about lost count of how many times he’s wandered into the tidal dorm for a sleepover with danbi. he didn’t know if he’d ever grow tired of the different yet warming environment their place was in contrast to his own — not that phoenix’s was bad in any way, sometimes he just needed a change of scenery plus the company of his best friend. he especially enjoyed the view they had from their building, hanging out there plenty of times with danbi to talk and chill out away from everybody with just the beautiful lights of the city around them. and tonight was no different, tolerating the nipping cold shielded away with a thick blanket around his shoulders and one of danbi’s hats over freshly dyed silver hair. “finally.” he commented as he heard the familiar squeak of the door to the roof, not even looking. “i hope what snacks you insisted on getting was worth leaving me for—“ he began to rant, finally turning and his words faltered to a dry stop as he made out familiar features. “oh. it’s you.” he grumbled, turning away until his back was facing eden again. after the whole valentine’s day disaster of a dinner, he still couldn’t shake the annoyed feeling. jian had felt embarrassed and that was something he hated, looking like an absolute fool. “if you’re here to gloat again, i don’t want to hear it so go bother someone else.” he told him, his words sharp and final.

[micahsawyer]

@savagecuhnt, continued from here.

micah's halfway to making a snide remark about sex when he suddenly feels weightless, like gravity has ceased to exist, and then his body crashes into the wall, stealing him of the breath in his lungs. it happens so quickly he barely registers the pain in his skull like he'd hit his head. if this is a sex thing, micah thinks, what a sick way to get a concussion. his head tilts like his body knows she aims to lick her way over the side of his neck, sending a shiver through him, and he finds that he can't move but his head and his fingers. for a second all he can think about is how odd it feels to be vulnerable. being at someone else's mercy. and how his body seems to be buzzing with that dark, dangerous kind of high that only something inhuman could evoke within him. and then rosalyn is pawing at the switchblade in his jeans, cracking jokes in that enchanting voice of hers. his lips twitch slowly into a grin as if he'd only been waiting for her to catch him and her visible excitement easily spurs him on. "if you're asking if i brought it to carve you up a little, the answer's yes." to be fair, micah was going to ask first… but he'd only decided that after dinner. "i think you'd look real hot covered in blood, baby. is it gonna be mine instead?"

[tearfest]

ㅤㅤ" callie rang me this morning. " her spoon continued to mindlessly stir at the last few pieces of cereal still swimming in the milk from her bowl, gaze glued to the soggy grains; unable to bring herself to look at him from across the kitchen island. " she said that she'd seen you with another girl. "

closed starter for @fxcdboys.

[supercutts]

         it always happens so fast — too fast. her body reacts on instinct, just like any other person, but the consequences of her hunger are always more grave. katherine is still coming to terms with it as she wipes trembling hands on her blood - stained dress ( the only pretty garment in her possession that she prematurely swore she wouldn't ruin ) and hurriedly buries the leftover bones under dirt and dead grass. in the distance there's light and laughter, the smell of pretzels and cotton candy light and pleasant but not enough to hide the piercing scent of blood on her hands. she's still on her knees as a figure emerges from the shadows. ❛ don't come any closer. ❜ her words are anything but firm, tears welling in her eyes like they always do after she feeds. ❛ stay away. ❜ @ptolemvea

[astralfms]

@wallfloweresque // the salty sailor bar

“so,  now  that  the  year's  almost  over,”  downs  the  shot  in  front  of  him,  looking  over  at  archara  with  a  boyish  grin.  “what's  the  most  insane  thing  you've  seen  at  the  er  ?”  brow  ticks  upward,  chin  resting  in  hand  as  he  awaits  the  answer.  he's  nothing  if  not  curious,  and  hopes  that  his  friend  will  take  the  bait.  “plus,  if  you  don't  tell  me  any  names  i'm  pretty  sure  you  won't  break  any  rules,”  he's  not  qualified  to  make  the  assumption,  but  that's  never  stopped  him.  “just  in  case  that's  holding  you  back.”

[1ikethat]

'    it    was    just    a    kiss    ,    it    doesn't    have    to    mean    anything    .    '

[soulfm]

.☾ for ; @yooneundal

ren felt weird as soon as he was told tidal would be sharing a bus with phoenix. he knew things weren’t the best between the groups. he’s always had ill feelings with yoon ever since what happened with danbi went down. it seemed their little rivalry when their solo comebacks dropped the same week had intensified that. though sometimes he felt there was something else underlying their beef, a whole different reason. was he paranoid or overthinking that? maybe. then eden was always picking on danbi’s friend, he knew his bandmate could be an ass to everyone but this came off a little different. ren never saw that before so he couldn’t put his finger on what exactly was happening there. and finally the chanwoo kid — he was everywhere all at once and he could see the staff getting gray hairs, even his own team’s. it was pretty humorous so that was the one he didn’t mind experiencing.

getting a little worried about the pelting rain against the bus’s windows, ren was finding it hard to relax. instead, his wide eyes were trained on his managers as they conversed with phoenix’s and also the bus driver. it seemed they were on the same page as him because soon they were parked in front of a motel. it looked a slightly scary. were all american motels like this? “ren-ah. you’ll be with yoon for tonight, he has the key. go ahead and get some sleep.” his manager brought his attention away from the flickering light in the corner. “seriously? okay. . i guess.” he sighed heavily, hesitantly making his way over to the phoenix dancer. he was too tired and too anxious to argue, he just needed a bed.

“guess we’re roomies.” ren grumbled to the younger man.

[cemeterysgirl]

ㅤㅤentire body stiffened at the sudden, warm contact. fingers becoming frigid as his slipped between hers, not sure whether to curl and embrace the newfound, and confusing, sensation, or whether to flinch, to pull away entirely.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ" the fuck are you doing? "

ㅤㅤwords were hissed as ghostly pale cheeks uncharacteristically flushed with colour, becoming consumed with uncertainty and embarrassment as she finally pulled away. groping was fine, preferred, even. but hand holding... that was new, unchartered territory. a mundane act she'd managed to avoid for her entire adult life. and so she'd keep on avoiding it, busying her hands by rummaging around in her tiny purse for the crumpled up carton of cigarettes. a disgruntled sigh escaped her, noticing that this was her last. tedious, considering most shopkeepers had her on a watchlist.

ㅤㅤannoyance at herself manifested through irritated searching, crooked cigarette stuffed between black, glossy lips as she searched through the mess of her bag. phone, cigarette, condoms, but no lighter. fucking perfect.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ" got a light? "

closed starter for @greeklore, based on.

[uhjaemin]

✧. for ; @joohaz

the summer season was nearing its end and soon the weather will start to simmer down bringing the perfect start to the holidays. jaemin was pretty excited about that, he’d BEEN tired of the heat since the beginning and he dearly missed wearing his favorite sweaters which were all too thick for the occasion. the only good thing about the season were the street markets. that was the only thing that would bring minnie out of indigo’s comfortable, air-conditioned dorm. as fun as they were however they never lived up to the ones back in busan. but hyeona and his dad liked getting knick knacks from seoul — something to remind them of him, was their reasoning. plus his sister was always one for gifts. shifting the three paper bags to his left arm, he picked up a packet of seeds. “look juju — pumpkin seeds for autumn!” he gushed. “wouldn’t it be cool to grow our very own pumpkins? do you think leader hyung will let us? we can get a planter and put it on the balcony then when they’re ready we can carve them and make roasted pumpkin seeds.” he rambled.

[lustbitten]

closed starter for @ofginjxints

this wasn't something that august was used to, he couldn't even believe that he was pulling into his driveway, bike roaring to a stop with lily behind him, arms wrapped around his midsection, his large helmet covering her head. of course, he'd never passed up a chance to buy from her, or just see her really. kickstand gets pushed out and the bike settles, his hand reaching up towards his stomach to tap at her hands. "come on." his voice gruff, his legs moving him a few steps towards his front door, pushing the door open as he waits for her.

[jianlol]

.ೃ࿔ for ; @yooneundal

jian couldn’t help the smug smile he sent his manager where they were standing behind the phone that was set up to film his and yoon’s little setup. they couldn’t keep him from doing lives that long after his ‘forbidden’ language scandal thanks to a birthday live they had to do for their fans. not that it was hassle, he looked forward to doing them as it usually involved some of his favorite foods and drinks. like now — half the table on his side was full of sweets, mostly desserts and a large cup of taro bubble tea. . which he was halfway through and the broadcast had just started. “hello flames~ it’s the birthday boys.” he greeted, lifting yoon’s arm and shaking it in a cheering motion. “we have lots planned for you all, don’t we?” not that he knew what that entailed exactly, their team seemed to love throwing fastballs at them so it wasn't like they had much of a choice or say in doing what they had in mind.