#thelixira

[wistfulreality]

( a starter for @thelixira - based off x. )

this was all still so new to hajoon. he never actually thought that he would end up dating his secretary, and yet, here they were on her couch, lips on one another’s. “should we maybe stop?” he asked, breathing heavy as he pulled away a bit. it was moving too fast too quickly, was it not? then again, was it too quickly? she had, after all, worked for him for so many years. if anyone knew him best, it was her. in some ways, he felt like they had been dating throughout that time, even if she might have secretly hated him during then and he was a bit of an ass all at the same time. he just didn’t want to regret jumping into something too quickly and then watch it hurt them later.

[dellibal]

Starter for @thelixira

"Are you looking for a specific book? Because I can help." Raiden said to the person who was clearly confused in the middle of the library.

[thervnaways]

( ready, set, @thelixira! )

             “tada!” it’s a dumb trick, pulling an orange out of his arm (because he has a tiny tattoo of the fruit somewhere there) but he’s really got nothing better to do.

[nvmjccns]

it was a well needed vacation, to say the least. dasom had always been such a hard worker, but in the end, it paid off, quite literally -- since she could afford to leave on such short notice on a rather expensive trip. not to mention, it was with soohyun. he always knew how to brighten her day. that is, when he’s not taking ... forever.

“can we go yet? the jet is outside!” she whined, wanting so desperately to feel the ocean breeze, feel the sun on her skin and hear the waves crashing onto the shore. 

                                               @thelixira​, you ready?

[kimjiwcns-blog1]

“i had to carry you to bed last night, you were exhausted.” / “what’s with the hat? are you having a bad hair day?” - minru

domestic couple starters.

”i had to carry you to bed last night, you were exhausted.”

ma ru looks up, eyes dazed and hair falling in his face when he hears minjun’s words. the comforter he’s wrapped in is comforting, it’s warm but the warmth ma ru experienced last night was different. the warmth from last night came from arms tightly wrapped around him, came from minjun’s breath ghosting against the nape of his neck; it came from the heat emanating from a nude chest. “i’m sorry i missed that,” he mumbles, voice rough with exhaustion.

he reaches out for minjun, tugging the other man closer. ma ru can’t help his laugh when the composer stumbles into the bed and right onto ma ru. ma ru takes this opportunity to press their lips together. “can we go for another round of what exhausted me last night?”

“what’s with the hat? are you having a bad hair day?”

“give it back!” ma ru’s voice is a loud whine as he tries to reach over the table for the cap minjun has settled onto his own head. “hyung,” ma ru whines louder,  and this time it’s loud enough for a few members of the crew to glance in their direction. ma ru reminds himself to be more careful, to hide his smiles around minjun a little more. it’s dififcult though; it’s near impossible when he’s certain his heart is now beating for the man in front of him. for the composer who wears glasses a size too big and constantly has to push them up his nose; for a composer who licks his lips almost as often as he breathes and all of it is for ma ru. 

furrowing his eyebrows ma ru leans in closer, a threat he knows will work on his lips, “hyung if you don’t give it back — i’m withholding kisses for two days.”

[seovleseo-a]

@thelixira liked this for a starter!

muses: daniel shin + sung jiyeon

– after a horrible day at work, daniel already knows where he’s headed. he loved his job, and the kids, but sometimes things just got out of control and it reminded him exactly why he did not want any children yet. there was one thing, or, better said, one person, who always brightened up this day. he doesn’t know how it happened exactly, but going to the bar where jiyeon would serve him drinks was always a great way to end the night. not to mention that she would usually end up going home with him, that was definitely a bonus.

“NO, i don’t have a drinking problem. i just... missed you.”

[powerpuffs]

{ closed starter for @thelixira }

｡:゜☆｡ ･ﾟﾟ･｡. THE ONSLAUGHT OF A HANGOVER began with a dry mouth and a blaring headache. The feeling, although familiar had been like an old friend Eunji hadn’t met in a long time. The feeling of her bed was familiar, and she could hear Cheonsa chatting off in the background as she tried to open her eyes. “Cheonsa.” She called out to her daughter, an arm coming to reach out for her but what she felt instead was the body of another adult. Bolting up in her surprise, and getting the worst headrush, Eunji looked at Cheonsa sitting atop his chest. “Umma, is he my new dad??” She heard her daughter ask, and she groaned into the palms of her hands. “No, Cheonsa... you shouldn’t be here.” She said in a hushed whisper, reaching out to take her daughter but she was insistent on sitting on his chest. 

[queenclom-blog]

( - @thelixira liked for a starter ! )

Exhaustion wasn’t a strong enough word for the way that Cleo was feeling right now. It was a mix of so many things - anger, fatigue, but also, pure, fiery, unadulterated passion. Her work always managed to fill her with feelings that made her feel... human, when human was the furthest thing from her mind. The emptiness she’d felt only a few hours before was gone, however fleeting that might prove to be. 

When she felt good, she wanted to celebrate. And Cleo didn’t do anything halfway. She threw a grand party in her massive Seoul home, complete with wine tasting, cheese plates, and finger foods of all sorts. Her guest lists were always massive, and many a time, she didn’t know everyone who came by. But that was alright with her. The English woman thrived on the company of others. 

She approached a person that she was fairly sure that she hadn’t met before, glass of red wine in hand. They were standing alone, seeming almost pensive. ‘ Can I get you anything, my sweet? ‘ she asked, smiling a wine-stained smile.

[ofrosegolds-a]

I sent mine when I was on the plane, so idk if it went through, but some positivity pls :D

URL POSITIVITY MEME // always accepting!

i don’t have an ask from you so it definitely didn’t send!! but hi hello all the positivity for you!

1. um?? you’re ?? amazing? i’ve known you for like four years now and you’re honestly one of the nicest people in this rpc! 

2. your writing has!!! so!!! much!!! emotion!!!!! like honestly? you have this ability to make the reader feel what the character’s feeling, be it love, or happiness or sadness or excitement! it’s really unique and i love it!

3. i know i’m really slow @ replying but i promise you i love our plots and our ships and pls we need more because it’s ALWAYS SO MUCH FUN plotting with you?? 

[pastwinter]

@thelixira | i’m dreaming of a white christmas!

                    " hey, look where you’re standing! ” gwangmin’s grin can only be described by one word, and that’s MISCHIEVOUS. “ you’re under the mistletoe, pal -- you better pucker up! ” of course he’s teasing; if his friend were to take him seriously, he might just overheat and DIE from the shock. but that doesn’t stop him from stepping closer and leaning down far enough for them to reach his cheek. he even turns his head and taps a finger against his cheek bone whilst closing his eyes. “ i’m waiting. ”

[wistfulreality]

a starter to claim your ♡ for @thelixira​ based off this:

aimee pulled away from him, breathless from the kiss as she just stared at him. they shouldn’t be doing this. the first time had been a mistake. the second time had been a mistake. every other time after that had been a mistake. and yet, she couldn’t stop herself. how could she when all she wanted was to love him the way she wanted to? “we shouldn’t do it again,” she whispered against his lips though her body reacted otherwise, and she had a feeling it was the same for him. it also didn’t help that her clothes were already tossed to the side of the bed. she started making an effort to get off of him, though she desperately hoped that he would keep her from leaving to go back to her own room. ( at the same time, she wanted him to be the better person and keep them from doing something they’d regret again ).

[dellibal]

STARTER FOR @thelixira

“I’ve never seen anyone drink so much coffee in my entire life.”

[dreamslaunched-blog]

“ is it bad i really want to kiss you right now? ” jong to sunny

kissy sentence starters ; ACCEPTING

“Is it bad that I totally wouldn’t mind it if you did?” Sunny countered, a small smile playing on her lips. It perhaps was a little ridiculous but she had never really clicked with someone like this before… and maybe it was the hopeless romantic in her heart that was leading her to believe that maybe it was a sign.

[xperiment161]

✮ (best way to introduce our muses!)

MEME | ACCEPTING! | @thelixira

            The question doesn’t surprise him at all -- he almost expects it at this point. But still it was something Kenkone did not like to address. The delivery boy can often be seen throughout the city of Seoul, had a regular and irregular route. While he wasn’t necessarily well-known, the gas mask he sometimes wore when his anxiety was too much for him made it hard to forget. The face mask was easier to explain, but the former, not so much.

             “Uh -- “ Kenny manages to mumble out, the sound muffled by the fabric of his face mask as his fingers fiddled with the gas mask at his hip. “I like the look?” He finally managed to think of a reasonable response. No one has ever seen the delivery boy without half his face being hidden by either mask, which often made him stand out like a sore thumb. Lifting his hand to touch the worn fabric, he cleared his throat to be heard more clearly.

                   “-- You can’t force me to do that. You can’t make me take it off.                                  I wouldn’t recommend it, either.” 

[nvmjccns]

‘ i never stopped needing you. ’ / ‘ i wish you would be honest with me. ’ - daniel and jiyeon

- ; PHRASES THAT REALLY HIT YOU WHERE IT HURTS PART TWO : accepting!

daniel hadn’t even noticed that jiyeon found the single plane ticket he booked until she brought it up, clearly disappointed that he hid something from her. he froze, adrenaline rising since he knew there was no excuse. but daniel never wanted her to worry. as much as he was a secretive person, jiyeon was the only person, other than his very own mother whom he’d trusted so much as to express himself freely. 

but how could he tell her this? that he needed to go back to california to see his dad for what could possibly be the last time? he just wanted to disappear quietly and then come back as if nothing happened, but that was no longer the plan. 

“i will be honest, starting now.” daniel says with a deep sigh, not sure if he’s ready to tell her everything but knowing that he’ll do it anyway. 

[kimjiwcns-blog1]

💋minru

send 💋+ to kiss my muse!

the random generator chose — 14: on the collarbone.

ma ru’s voice is a little breathless when he feels himself being pressed down against the control surface, faders digging into his back. “hyung,” his voice is airy, light; somehow ma ru feels as if he’s having an out of body experience. teeth scrape against his neck and he lets out a soft moan. ma ru arches his back up, providing some respite for the fader shaped marks on his spine as his own arms wrap around minjun’s neck. “hyung, not here. what if someone catches us?”

and yet, there is a little part of ma ru which wants somebody to catch them. a part of him wants a scandalized crew member, or employee to walk in on minjun’s hand down ma ru’s pants and ma ru desperately moaning a mixture of the other man’s name, and hyung. he wants his reputation to be destroyed. 

despite his warning, ma ru does absolutely nothing to push minjun away. in fact, everything he does only brings the other man, the older man closer. a leg wraps around minjun’s waist as he tugs him down, ma ru’s hands slide under minjun’s shirt, fingers tracing the outline of the songwriter’s spine. he whimpers when he feels another bruise blossoming against his colllarbone, only to sigh in content when minjun presses a feather light kiss to it. 

“more,” he whispers, allowing himself to be pressed down flat against the control board.