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a full hiatus for a week!  { august 16 }. i'll be on aim though, if anyone wants to reach me c:  ;  sukjinsfw

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See?! I'm the weirder one! { ` / she brings a hand up to cover her mouth as she laughs, a little bit too loud }  no, i meant water. like, actual water. maybe some day i can tell you the reason why. but for now, { ` / does a 'sush' gesture with her finger } i'll keep it to myself first. Alright, Jang Wooyoung, { ` / nods } entice me, in what other ways are you weird? 

right?? it’s either that or the guy also gets sick. [nods in agreement] it’s all in the movies. [chuckles, making a bewildered face] what? how are you scared of water? before you said rain and i guess that was understandable but water? i mean— we need water to survive! unless you’re talking about something else… i still think i may be more weird.

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yes, getting sick is mostly the main plot in a romantic movie or novel. the girl gets sick, the guy gets over to her apartment and they live happily ever after. { `/ she briefly makes a disgusted face at the thought but then she laughs } nothing wrong with that ofcourse, just too sweet to happen in real life. and bugs, { ` / laughs } i'm not really that scared of them. i'm scared of, water. { ` / she smiles at him } now who did you say was more weird? 

mm… i see. well i won’t ask anymore, but you’re the first person i’ve met to say that they’re scared of the rain. [scrunches his eye brows as he nods his head] i think i’m weirder though. [chuckles] maybe.. i mean i think i’ve seen it in a movie before, a romantic love movie where someone got sick for being in the rain for too long. [shrugs his shoulders] me? i’m probably most scared of many things… like bugs for example. [laughs] how about you?

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Sometimes I start to wonder, was it just a lie? If what we had was real, how could you be fine? Cause I’m not fine at all. 

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                 { + } she sits herself right beside you, nodding her head in greeting before she asks; "hey," she begins, voice small "if you could start over, what would you do differently?" 

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List of Drabble Prompts

Scream: My character has caused yours to scream out for some reason

Graveyard: My character will visit your characters grave

Spectre: My character will be visited by your character’s ghost or vice versa

Dream: My character will have a dream about your character

Nightmare: One of our characters will have a nightmare.

Busted: Your character will catch mine doing something they shouldn’t.

Break Me: I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.

Comfort Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character comforting yours- vise versa.

Drink Me: I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.

Dominate Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character dominating yours. Or vise versa.

Embarrass Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character saying or doing something embarrassing to himself or to your character.

Haunt Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours [as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]

Hunt with me: I’ll write a drabble about your character and mine on a hunt together.

Join Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer

Kill Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.

Nurse Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.

Raise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character resurrecting yours. Vise versa.

Surprise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character surprising yours. Vise versa.

Save Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character saving yours or vise versa.

Shoot Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character shooting yours or vise versa.

Torture Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character torturing mine or vise versa.

Deny Me: my character will either deny your character’s advances or deny them a ’ happy ending’

Lick Me: my character will lick yours in any specified place or manner.

Suck Me: my character will suck on any body part of your character

Tease Me: my character will tease yours, whether in a friendly or a sexual manner

Bite Me: my character will bite yours on any part of their body

Blindfold Me: my character will blindfold yours in order to have their fun

Meet Me: My character is meeting yours either for the first time or just causally.

Slap me: my character will slap yours. In the sexual manner, or of anger. specify.

Call Me: My character will call your character for whatever reason.

Hug Me: My character will hug yours. Either by surprise or for a specific reason.

Give Me: my character will give yours a gift

Sleep: My character needs to stay at your character’s house for the night, or vise versa. Specify.

Drink: My character will call, text, or show up at your character’s house drunk. Specify which of the three.

Heal: My character will tend to your character’s wounds, or be at their side when they’re sick.

Protect: My character keeps yours safe from harm.

Kiss: My character kisses yours, or vise versa. Specify.

Dream: My character wakes up in the middle of the night because of a dream with your character in it.

Revenge: My character will get revenge on yours.

Jealousy: My character gets jealous over yours.

Hallucinations: My character will have hallucinations about your character.

Candle: Our characters spending time together by candle light.

Gift: My character gives your character something special. Or vise versa. Specify.

Spell: I’ll write my character putting a spell on yours. Or being under a spell/curse.

Song: My charcter singing a song to yours, or vice versa.

Gloves: How my character deals with news from yours, Specify

Snow: Our characters in the cold together.

Rain: I’ll write a fluffy drabble of our characters kissing in the rain.

Kill: I’ll write a angst drabble of my character violently killing yours.

Love: I’ll write a drabble of my character admitting they love yours.

Lust: I’ll write a drabble of our characters making love together.

Date: I’ll write a drabble of my character taking yours out on a date.

Defend: I’ll write a drabble of my character protecting yours.

Fight: I’ll write a drabble of my character fighting with/against yours.

Trick: Your character and mine being sneaky together

Treat: Your character and mine being sweet to one another

Costume: Your character or mine, dressing up for the other

Stars: Our characters under the stars together

Snow: Our characters in the cold together

Scarf: Your character or Mine borrowing/stealing clothes from the other

Hot Cocoa: Our characters enjoying a hot moment together.

Candles: Our characters enjoying a moment by candlelight

Gift: Your character or mine, surprising the other with a present

Bows: Your character or mine, dressing/undressing the other

Peppermint: Your character or mine, sharing a sweet secret with the other.

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You don’t understand. If we RP together, I want you to wake me up at 5am with ideas. I want to lose sleep over the fact that they’ve broken up, I want the manips, I want the chatzys, I want the broken heart and the tears. I want all of that. Its part of the experience of falling in love with RP, and its why I started the whole thing in the first place.

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Requested || Tiffany at BlueOne Dream Concert {{icons}}

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{ ` / there was a bit of a panic in her face when wooyoung somehow questions her again, but she manages to maintain her composure } its weird. it's like how, height scares me but i also want to stand at the edge of a hill and look out into the view. { ` / chuckles } I'm really, really, weird like that. { ` / smiles at him } it would be. { ` / nods } i'm curious, i could search it on the internet since i'm sure i'll find it there, but it's better if i hear it from you, what are you most scared of? 

[he nods his head, looking at you as he waits for an answer, making a face as soon as he hears your respond] rain… scares you? i thought you said you liked it though. and how could rain scare you? it’s gorgeous! [chuckles] pft, can reain really do that? i mean only if you stood there for a long time and you are freezing, then maybe it can cause death. [laughs] i’m sure if you ran in the rain with your friends it would be fun.

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.001 // past.

Tiffany walks slowly along the hallways of hospital. If there was one thing she hated about the human and the sea; it’s their common thing called Hospitals.

but she always somehow comes back here.

A crying woman by the bench right across the closed Emergency Room doors distracts Tiffany from her thought. She assumes the woman is about her age, maybe older.

"You have to save him, please" The woman pleaded to the ‘magician’ in the white coat. Tiffany’s gaze follows her hands and she only then noticed the huge bump on her belly.

There once was a time when the girl fell in love with a human; when she hung onto someone else’s life, found another reason to smile genuinely and to continue living that’s not of her family members.

But then life played the car crash card and fucked his memories up.

They’ve met in the park a year after Tiffany stepped foot on the Human world. it didn’t start like a fairytale, nor had it ended like one. The boy and Tiffany had more differences than similarities. For example: He liked giving Tiffany flowers, while Tiffany thinks it’s a waste because they’ll die anyway.

But it worked anyway. She had no idea how it did, but it did. They spent most of their time in the park, just sitting by the swing set and arguing about how unfair it was that birds can fly, but then he’ll retort something about how humans still have more perks.

The day of the crash, Tiffany rushed to the said boy. She’s waited, hours that turned to days until he finally opened his eyes once again. If things were right right then, he’d smile at her and tell about how weird the shape of the room is. If things were right then, he’d try to reach out for her hand and squeeze it with every ounce of his strength.

He looked at Tiffany with a confused expression.

"Who are you?" He then asked

Wrong. "The crash must have dealt serious damage to his memory. I’m sorry."

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a background? { ` / she muses out, looking forward as she contemplates on what to say ; she obviously has to make up a lie and if she was going to make one up, she's going to make it believable } rain scares me now. { ` / she looks at him, a small smile on her face -- but then she laughs at the next thing he says } it would get you sick, and you might even die because of it. { `/ she nods } as long as it's fun though, right? { `  / chuckles } just kidding

ahh really? i’ll take that in note then. [smiles and nods his head] mm.. yeah you’re right, flirting is different than being a perfect. [nods once again in agreement] oh i see… is there like a background story of why you used to love rain? or am i interpreting that wrong? [laughs and shakes his head] no! that would get me sick.. although that would be fun with others. so its not a total bad idea. 

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The time that it took for the male on the other side to open the door seemed a lot more longer than it actually is to Tiffany. In that time, she contemplated on running out -- but the thought of actually helping someone out of their misery instead of just wallowing on her own was a dominant idea in her mind. When the door opened, she involuntarily took a step back at the image that greeted her. Her eyes immediately is drawn to the red stained fingers the man had, then she lifted her head up to briefly look at his face.It scared her ;  the reddening eyes gave Tiffany the impression of a drug addict, but she realized he'd probably been crying because of the hints of tear tracks down his face.

"Please, don't be sorry" She said in a small voice, shaking her head as she watched the man bow to her. There was nothing to be sorry about. If anything, it should be her really, for nosing in his business. Tiffany didn't know what to say next ; so she fished out a bar of chocolate from her pocket before offering it to him. "Chocolates always seems to do the trick in making me feel good whenever i'm sad," She said, a little bit too quietly and awkwardly but she hoped he heard it well enough. "maybe it'll do the same for you..too" 

Taken

The knock on the door had him flinching, silence filling the empty space of the apartment. Forcing himself to his feet seemed too hard to do, but somehow he managed to do so and close the space between him and the door. Please have brought her back… The thought fluttered through his head as he wiped his face, knowing his eyes were still blood shot and puffy. He knew it wouldn’t be her on the other side of the door. Knew that if anything, it was a concerned neighbor wondering if they needed to call the cops. 

His hand shook slightly as he curled his blood stained fingers around the door knob, opening it to reveal the woman on the other end. His eyes closed briefly before reopening. Jr bowed, sucking in a breath. “My apologies.” He rasps out, voice husky and thick from screaming and tears. “I didn’t mean to cause you concern.” He kept the 90 degree bow for a moment longer before straightening, moving as if every muscle ached from the effort. He rubbed his fingers over the black wife beater he wore, trying to rub the dried blood from the tips with a faint frown. Hopefully he didn’t damage the floor, he wasn’t sure he could afford to pay for any damages. 

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seunghwan wendy son, the girl who said goodbye, the girl who forgot.

               ❝  never say  g o o d b y e .      because saying goodbye means going away .            and going away means forgetting ▪ ▪ ▪

 AU ▪ INDEPENDENT ▪ LITERATE  ▪ PROFILE / REBLOG / FOLLOW

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You don’t understand. If we RP together, I want you to wake me up at 5am with ideas. I want to lose sleep over the fact that they’ve broken up, I want the manips, I want the chatzys, I want the broken heart and the tears. I want all of that. Its part of the experience of falling in love with RP, and its why I started the whole thing in the first place.

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❝I just want to exist quietly.❞

⌊ Selective mutism (se-lec-tive myo͞ot-izəm)  is an anxiety disorder in which a person who is physically capable of speaking is unable to do so in certain situations or to specific people. ⌉

"Are you ready, Luhan?" 

A startled soft gaze looks at the psychiatrist, gentle fingers nervously creasing down the blank pages of the notebook resting on his lap. 

“Just do it how we agreed, it’s alright.” 

Luhan looked at the white pages, they look beautiful blank, though. His cold trembling fingers reached for the black pen sitting on the table, a small sigh escaping his soft lips. He began to write it down, word after word was crossed out because it was wrong— it didn’t sound right. Luhan pressed the tip of the pen harder into the paper— another word scribbled out by a dark stain. He clenched the pen in between his fingers, the words were lost. There’s too many people— too many. Luhan licked his lips, eyelids fluttering nervously. Too many, too many, too many, too man—

"Luhan!" 

His breathing slowed down, Luhan closed his eyes shut. 

"Think about what you want to tell them." 

Luhan’s grip on the pen softened. His eyelashes fluttered open, sight falling on the black stains on the pages. He breathed out, a hand turning the page into more blank paper. Luhan pressed the pen into the white sheet, words carefully being written down with gentle ink. The male read down, his nervous gaze hesitating before handing the notebook over.

⌊ “My name is Lu Han. I moved to Seoul three weeks ago, and it’s difficult making… friends acquaintances. I can’t talk right now, but there are times when I will be able to. I promise you it won’t be long, so if you could please reblog or follow, and I will try my best to speak to you.” ⌋

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It was raining. Again. Tiffany sits lone on the sofa, angling herself so she’s able to look out into the curtains she had drawn out earlier so she’d see the outside of her apartment. The warmth emitting from the coffee inside the mug in between her palms was enough to keep her warm, but there was something missing. And Tiffany was irritated ; irritated because she doesn’t exactly know what it was that she missed. She lifts the mug up until the glass lid touches her lips before putting it down onto the table in the middle of the living room ; the hot coffee slightly burns her tongue i the process, but it’s not too bad. 

She stood herself up and walked towards the window, her hand moving to spread her palm against the cold glass. The sound of the rain was music to her ears, but the thunder that follows shortly afterwards ruins it. The girl was scared ; alone in an apartment made for two with the thunder crashing and roaring right outside. It was her choice to live alone. But for some reason, at times like these, she regrets it. But ‘you miss one hundred percent of the chances you don’t take’ She reminded herself. She contemplated on messaging someone, but who really would come to her aid at a rainy day like this?

Grabbing her light pink jacket out of the coat rack on her way out, she shrugs it on momentarily after she locks the door. She didn’t want to be alone, and she thought maybe someone would be in the lobby who can potentially take her out of her misery. She decided to take her time and miss the elevator, using the fire escape and exiting from floor to floor to walk the hallways just for the exercise and in an attempt to clear her mind. As she pushed the door out to the third floor, she heard a low scream muffled by the walls. Tiffany initially decided to ignore it, but it grew louder and her curiosity eventually gets the best of her. 

she knew she should leave when she found herself staring at the door where the noise came from. People like them probably wanted space but something tells her its not the case this time round. Her hand involuntarily knocks on the door, and tiffany hears her heart beat loud in her ears.

Taken

Numb. That was the only thing he felt at the moment. The day he’d been dreading had come, when teachers at the school had grown too suspicious. Social services had been called on them, and the truth that Jr had stolen his sister away in the middle of the night had come out. Social services had tracked down records and found that he wasn’t her rightful guardian, even though he was old enough and had been taking good care of her the entire time. The knock on his door hadn’t been expected, even if he’d had that feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach. Hyeris cries still echoed around the room. She’d been made to pack and then taken- where, he didn’t know. Jr only know he’d been told he would receive a visit soon to discuss what would happen since he didn’t have a working cell phone.

His breath shuddered out as he kneeled on the floor in front of the door where he’d dropped more then an hour ago. Tears didn’t fall, his heart didn’t break. Yet. It was like time had gone still for him as his mind still fought to process that she was gone. 2 weeks before her birthday and she was gone. His breathing picked up as he clutched at the floor, nails scraping over wood. The world began to crumble around him as it sank in. A painful sob tore from him, his shoulders shaking as the flood of tears rolled over him. He went from numb to filled with pain in a matter of seconds, the sound of someone screaming barely registering. It took him even longer to realize it was him, that his throat was going raw from the harsh scream of pain. Blood stained his fingers from him clawing at the floor.

He’d been taking care of her for 4 years. 2 of those years he’d been doing it alone, sacrificing everything for her. And in a matter of moments she was gone, taken… Jr was terrified she’d be taken back to their uncles… and he couldn’t allow that. He’d stand up in court and talk about the things that had been done to him if it meant keeping her away from him. Body going limp, he slumped against the floor, his breathing ragged and broken from his tears, voice hoarse. his eyes closed as he tried to pretend that just for a moment, Hyeri was still there. Pretending he could hear her bossy tone telling him to eat, to sleep.. her soft footsteps on the floor as she spun around in wonder at the new apartment. Begging him to let her go up to the pool, whining how hot it was. He’d just bought her a new bathing suit with the spare money hed had left over after buying her her phone, knowing she didnt have one to go swimming in. 

Jr was too tired to move from his spot on the floor, too emotionally drained to do anything other then let the tears drip down his nose to form a puddle on the floor.