#shcllshcck

[meliiora-blog1]

she can’t stop looking at him. it’s her one day off and she has her own personal list of work to do, but she’s been sitting in this bookstore staring at him for the past hour like some lovesick teenager who had never seen a boy before.

then again, she’s been doing this for the past two weeks since she had found this man—the one that looked so much like the man in her dreams that she was still trying to figure out if something strange was going on or if somehow this man just existed and was a whole different person. but her heart told her otherwise—even if he didn’t act like prince gongmin, this was still him. she was positive.

she’s tailing after him as he works in the bookstore-very obviously at that. when she accidentally bumps into him she can’t help but stare at him more. “don’t mind me,” she says gently. “i just like looking at you.” // @shcllshcck

[unfinishedjulyrainarchive]

💭 - Daejung

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   “Daejung is … he is more of a mystery than any detective story I’ve read. At some point, I can figure them all out but him? I’m drawn to him and I can’t even explain how and why. It didn’t happen in the way you might imagine, especially for someone with such a wild imagination like me. When I first met Daejung, he intimidated me but I stayed because of my sunbae. I would have never imagined spending a night together, I was still confused after but knowing me, I possibly just wanted to believe in his good side. He must have one… right? Even someone like me knows that it’s not doing any good to like him. It’s not because he is so alluring and handsome, knows how to handle any situation with a smooth remark, how to look at me so that my knees lose their strength… I want to know the real him, even if it might take a long time, I want to try even though he left. I just … don’t like giving up on people. And I don’t think I liked anyone the way I like him. Foolish, isn’t it?”

[rcsilienthearts]

It had been quite a NIGHT  ,  borderline CHAOTIC is she may say so herself.  Tonight has been her FIRST ever shift as an on call cardio thoracic surgeon at Songsan’s emergency department.   She was naive to think that her first moments as a full pledged surgeon would be met with relatively peace.  She was NAIVE indeed.  

After three emergency surgeries  ,  accidents related causes than anything else   ---  and Baek YOONHEE just want to hide herself in her locker and wait for the turnover the shift to come.  It didn’t help that the ER Chief had been breathing down on her back  ---  watching her with his eyes.  ‘  Damn you Hwang Daeyeon !!  ’  she mumbles as she grabs her empty beer can and fill it with WATER.  Beer  or anything stronger will have to wait until her shift is over.  But there’s nothing stopping her from fooling her body into thinking that water is beer...  right ??   Whatever.  

She let out a long suffering sigh as she tipped the can into her lips  ,  fingers twitching as she reach for her  pseudo cigarette case where she keeps her cinnamon sticks.   The night skies were beautiful despite the artificial lights from the buildings above.  “  You wanted to do this Baek Yoonhee  ,  now you’re here.  Stop whining.  ” 

She was just about to tip her rest of her water to her lips when suddenly a HAND  ---  coming from out of nowhere came into contact with her wrist  ,  stopping her from drinking the rest of her tasteless beverage.

“  Yah !!  What are you doing ??  ” She glares at the new comer  ,  annoyed at being disturbed and just suddenly popping out of nowhere. 

YOONHEE  &&   YOONSOO ( @shcllshcck )  /  The First MEETING  

[soeuvre-blog]

( ✉ → sms ) the party was horrible but at least ikm drunk lol ( ✉ → sms ) whyj don’t oyu fuckign miss me???? ( From Yonah obv )

〈 ꜱᴍꜱ︰ yonah 〉 what party?? i wasn’t invited ㅠㅡㅠ〈 ꜱᴍꜱ︰ yonah 〉 i was sleeping, i can’t miss you when i’m asleep. hmpf

[numberxix]

“Give me a break. I’m in the fucking hospital.” - Jaehee

fuck !!sent by ( @shcllshcck )

     How rude! Some people’s manners were just unbelievable. Jiyeon had gone to the hospital for another appointment when she spotted a couple familiar faces. Seeing how worried they look while talking with one another had her approaching them, only to find out that they were the people who worked at the bakery shop she goes to after school. When she asked them what had happened and if everyone was okay, they told her that something went wrong with the oven while their youngest was working. Upon hearing that, Jiyeon felt a tinge of guilt because last time she met Jaehee they didn’t part on good terms. So she was hoping that a quick visit and a wish for a quick recovery would put their relationship back on the right trail. Apparently, she was wrong.

     The student knocked on the door twice and stepped in. She barely had the time to greet him before he cut her off. So much for courtesy. “Ah, yes. Sorry to have disturbed you.” Before she could utter another word, Jiyeon was already saying her goodbyes to the two men who, she guessed, were keeping him company until his parents arrived. She knew better than to stay when her presence wasn’t wanted, even when she wasn’t sure of what she had done for that to happen. Well, at least, she wouldn’t have to spend another minute at the hospital.

[manticxre]

"The instant you start to feel something, you turn tail and run." Jiwoo

Daeyoung took this in, before giving a slow, contemplative nod. “I know it might hurt, but...sometimes, I think some people are worth it,” he corrected with a bright grin, running a gloved hand down the back of his faithful Doberman Chongal, “And sometimes you can’t stop yourself. You fall hard and fast, and by that time, it’s too late. I like that thrill, even if I don’t trust it. It makes for good writing material later.” 

[saintguts-aarchived]

do not attempt at home!!! ‣ @shcllshcck

Going down memory lane-- always a fun time. Usually entails cute little objects like the teddy bear your grandmother gave to you before she died, x years ago. Or the defective condom you spilled out of, marked under ‘first mistake of a lifetime’. ( and yes, you can find it in your mother’s drawer, you waste of fucking space. ) It was slightly different this time, for Saint anyway, going back to a place filled to the brim with enjoyable memories. Enjoyable being in between huge brackets of course; that was just what his dad used to say. Maybe because Saint was far more tolerable at the time. More malleable- and yet he looks nothing like his huge father who scored his high school’s hottie. So, who’s the actual failure here, huh? 

So there he was, at one of the concert halls he used to play ever since he could place fingers around the neck of his violin. A tiny boy who couldn’t even understand full sentences having more admirers than...than the real Haydn, he was told. And yet, what his brain remembers is how, at age twelve, he got his first blowjob from an older girl right here, behind the door that leads to the emergency exit. Or right there, under one of the planks of the stage, where he fell asleep trying to hide from his dad after he a c c i d e n t a l l y broke his recital partner’s piano.

( actually, he didn’t want that partner, he wanted--

❛ Chaemi? holy shit. ❜ he runs a hand through his hair, all sleazy-lookin’, his walk cooler than he’ll ever be, trotting her way. ❛ Did you come here to see me? ❜ ha, cue the awkward laughter. He should probably go back to being the dollar store asshole he’s so used to be. He wasn’t even looking at her face at this point, and she didn’t seem to mind his eyes wandering about her body. ❛ Well, fuck me, ❜ ( WINK-WINK ) ❛ you look really fucking good. ❜ And despite how long it has been since they’ve seen each other, he’s just waiting for her to jump on him or something-- isn’t that how it goes in the movies? Where’s MY make-out session??

[storvtime]

"Is that a bruise?"

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well, fuck. she freezes if only for a second, continuing to unwind the scarf from around her neck with deliberate slowness. her gaze drifts towards the other to gauge some sort of reaction, but  as expected, they were as unreadable as ever. “it’d be a pretty fuckin’ weird place for a bruise, wouldn’t it?” she lets the insinuation do most of the work for her, paired with a pointed look. “rat bastard gave me a hickey last night.”

[myosi]

Plot please!

* ~ SEND ‘PLOT PLEASE!’ AND I’LL GIVE YOU A PLOT I WANT FOR OUR MUSES!

        I CAN ALREADY TELL THAT ki and jiwoo have plenty in common, i mean come on; flowers and guarding and all that good stuff! i can definitely see them knowing each other, where a first meeting quite logically would take place at a graveyard where both of them come to offer flowers ( perhaps even to the same soul wops ). then comes the elaborate discussions on flowers and humanity ━ not to mention baking.

[akivitae-blog]

"I could hear screams..." - Bora

THE    FIVE    SENSES   /     SENTENCE    STARTERS  .

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He stood in the alley behind the bar they had met that first time, his blade covered in black blood as he wiped it on his shirt, anything so the beautiful blade of Ilyrian steel would not rot. Taking one look at the severed head of the Valg before turning around “Then you have very good hearing..” his voice was blunt as he squatted down next to the body taking of the black ring and stuffed it in his pocket. “Do not worry it is not human, or any creature of this world. It is just darkness a nightmare that followed me to this world and hunts me down.” He spoke matter of factly not caring much.

These creatures where his problem, they did not come from this world and had no place here other than to hunt him down, as they were after the same objects. It had been unfortunate one found him here, it had been unfortunate that it had been a screamer and caught attention of others before he could give it a clean kill. “I can not ask much but I will ask your discretion to not mention this to anyone?” He gave the beautiful woman a soft charming smile his blade still dangling in his hand “I prefer not to have people looking into my business...”

[serindpty]

"It wasn't me, I swear." - Jaehee

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She glances back at the other to give him a questioning look, one that morphs to be mildly accusing in nature yet disbelieving all the same. It hadn’t occurred to her to ask, but his defensive stance was now a cause for suspicion. Serin takes a breath to calm herself, arms folding in front of her chest and regarding him properly this time. “Was it you?” And she knows it was silly to call his bluff so soon after he’d presented it, but it wasn’t as if she had anyone else to blame. “What were you doing with my cassette player?”

[meliiora-blog1]

“so you mean to tell me you didn’t think about contacting me once after you went totally awol on us?” her tone is measured and even, but the look on her face is one of pure suspicion. “even if you didn’t want to call the adults—but me? you really went and abandoned me? the best looking, smartest, most reasonable family relation you have?” 

of course she didn’t want to question her own cousin like this—but finally seeing him after years in which nobody knew where he had gone or what he had been up to had quietly stressed her out-he was the closest thing she had to a sibling to share her hardships with, and with him gone she barely made it out of their town herself. 

“that’s fucked up,” she finally decides.  // @shcllshcck

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      ஐ – Right back at you, my friend. We do everything at our own pace and that’s okay. Thank you for returning and gracing us with your awesomeness !!

[grmrper-a]

Big oof, lost the motivation to write for today, so I’ll just watch some creepy pastas and go to sleep. I’ve also made Haru’s plot more elaborate and decided on details on his brothers.

[soeuvre-blog]

"You can't save me from this."

PROTECTOR/PROTECTEE STARTERS | CLOSED

       the harsh truth stings, and renders her speechless momentarily while her gaze remains locked with his. her sympathetic eyes say it all in the period of silence, searching his for some understanding. no, of course she can’t save him from hurt     from the pain     but sora still desperately tries, and hopes. all she wants is for yonah to allow her to be here for him, to comfort him the best she can, but for some reason he’s trying to distance himself in a time he shouldn’t be left alone. she won’t give up that easily. ❛ i know that… ❜ the tone is soft, as are the hands that reach up to gently cup his face. ❛ but please don’t hide from me. you don’t have to suffer on your own. it’s okay. ❜ by this point she’s pleading with him, the concern written all over her expression. ❛ just stay with me for a little while. please?❜

[numberxix]

“Where the fuck did that baby come from?!” - Daejung because haha go wild on this

fuck !!sent by ( @shcllshcck )

     Miran was anticipating his reaction. So when she showed up to have lunch with him, she was already expecting that look of shook in his face. Yet she decided to savor the dish a bit more. The woman scoffed, feeding the baby girl sitting on her lap another spoonful of mashed bananas. “I never thought I’d have to explain where babies come from to you.” If Miran was having a bad day, then, one look at his face was enough to have the dark clouds fade. For now, however, she simply reached out for a napkin and wiped away the banana mess that this little devil made out of her dessert. As much as she liked babies, she preferred to meet them once they were twenty-one. By that time, they’d know better than to play with their food. Once the child was clean and full, Miran held her up and started to gently pat her on the back until a burp came out. “A friend of mine had no one to look after her daughter and asked me to do it.” It was Miran’s day off and her friend sounded desperate, so she said she’d look after the kid. Plus, she was going to meet Seunghyun later that day so she was counting on him to help her out because as much as she liked babies, well, she never spent a whole day with one. “You know, she hasn’t cried all day and I’m starting to get suspicious whether this is a baby or a robot.”