I KNO UR DYING 2 MEET ME

s a t i n sheets on bare skin. crackling of a fire on a silent night. milkshake through the nose. champagne bubbles on your tongue. unspoken i love yous. sex and white lies. painted face. lips cherry red. eyes B L A C K as night.

[artcmisz-blog]

charliekvngs:

“that’s the most beautiful angel there is,” charlie said seriously. “and i’m not spoiled i’m just extremely used to getting taken care of.” he leaned into artie’s embrace and tried to pretend it wasn’t awkward as fuck to walk with someone’s arms wrapped around him. but it felt nice, so that made up for the discomfort. besides, if charlie could get away with having old people stare at him with scandalised glares, he would. “i have no idea,” he replied. “i don’t know my way through town yet. does it matter? can’t we just enjoy this romantic stroll?” he tilted his head, nearly made them both fall over as he did so, and gave artie an exaggerated wink. “no but honestly, you’re my guide, didn’t you know? you know my sense of direction is terrible.” a few more steps, and charlie let his hands rest against artie’s as they continued to walk down the sidewalk.

“damn straight it is,” he giggled into charlie’s shoulder. “and i really hate to break it to you, but that’s the exact same thing.” artie could feel the glances from the old people out on their daily walks, but it just made him smile to himself. it was a little funny to see how wound up people would get about two friends being affectionate with one another. sigh. another thing that was wrong with the patriarchy. artie let out a small yelp as charlie almost tripped them up and roll over on the sidewalk. “careful! these are rough waters,” he laughed. “and we are more than welcome to enjoy this nice little stroll until we freeze our cute little butts off. this is the way to my apartment anyway so if we get tired we can always just relax there.”

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minajvng:

mina tried half-heartedly to dodge his mat, but it hit her anyway. “i tried my hardest,“ mina whined in what she hoped was a cute and adorable way. “i’ve just never been good with the spiritual stuff, but i think it was pretty okay. the teacher didn’t make it into a big thing or whatever. besides, i’m pretty sure she loved me.” as if on cue, the teacher bid them a tense farewell accompanied with a glare pointedly directed at her. with a wide smile she waved her goodbyes and left the building with artie next to her. when they got outside mina tugged at the strap of her bag, unsure of what would happen next. their relationship was still fragile after all that had happened and while mina was grateful that artie even considered forgiving her, she was walking on egg shells around him. the last time she had felt this unsure of what her relationship with artie was she had been eight years old and still learning basic english. and the fact that she was to blame for the hurt and betrayal artie felt was something she’d never forgive herself for.

“do you want to grab some coffee, do regain our energy?” mina asked softly, and tried not to put too much hope into it. except for the family dinner, which had been more of an interrogation, they hadn’t spent more than a few hours together. she wanted artie to feel as comfortable as possible and if parting ways now was what he wanted she would have to be okay with that. “we don’t even have to stay we could just grab one to go?”

artie paused in his speech when their teacher bid them goodbye. when she left the room, he burst into his own set of giggles. “oh yeah, she absolutely adores you,” he joked as he slung his arm through the strap of his mat and then followed her out the door. artie mulled over mina’s suggestion for coffee for a moment. he wasn’t exactly uncomfortable around her -- he had known this girl practically his entire life and while he did feel the occassional sting of hurt when he thought about everything that had transpired between them, he didn’t exactly feel weird. or maybe he did and he didn’t know how to put it into the right words. either way, he could handle some coffee with mina. “coffee sounds good. you’re buying,” he grinned, trying to remain light-hearted. it stung to see how unsure and hesitant she was with him. it was good in a way that she hadn’t forgotten how lucky she was that he was willing to forgive her, but it also hung over them like an unaddressed rain cloud.

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minajvng:

therapy was always exhausting. it was always going to be exhausting. but the past two sessions mina had finally felt a sliver of hope at the end of the hour. it wasn’t hard to open up anymore, even though there still were a few key pieces she kept close to heart. the realisation that she hadn’t told artie yet hit her, and she made a mental note to find a time and place to tell him. one that wasn’t in the last ten minutes of their first yoga session. mina had picked artie up right after she left therapy and they had made their way to the small gym to squeeze into tight lycra pants and get their stretch on. at first mina had found it difficult to focus, holding back giggles as she did one pose after the other while listening to the lady in the front telling them to open themselves up and feel their inner peace spread calm throughout their bodies. but after a while she had gotten the hang of it and had let the calm, composed breathing calm her down and focus.

“it wasn’t half bad,” she said when they’d rolled up their mats and were on their way out. “i only think i fell over twice and i kept the giggling to a minimum.” [ @artcmisz. ]

it was weird -- the little routine that the two were trying to build back up. for most of his life, artie had never had to think twice about mina being at his side. it was almost a given. she was family -- even with all her problems and wacky quirks, she was something that he had trusted implicitly. and then, everything with rowan happened. the thought still twisted something awful in his gut. it was a strange situation all together -- he still cared very much for rowan (although each passing day made their breakup more manageable) but it wasn’t so much that that had hurt him so deeply. it was the utter lack of regard for how something like the two of them hooking up would effect him, especially mina. never in a million years would he have imagined that it was possible for her to hurt him like that. that was probably the hardest thing to wrap his mind around. the fact that she listened to his struggles in trying to get over rowan and thought it made perfect sense to hookup with the boy not once but twice. (he didn’t dare ask if it was even more than that.) now, after spending some time on his own without either of them, he just wanted to find some sense of normalcy. he wanted to forgive them, both of them, even if it wasn’t easy. 

so, that was how he found himself in yoga class of all things with mina. it was the most ridiculous experience mostly because she couldn’t stop giggling. it made it hard for even artie to keep a straight face. as they began gathering up their things, he smacked her gently with his rolled up mat. “you’re god damn awful, mina. you call that keeping the giggling to a minimum? we’ll be lucky if the teacher let’s us come back next glass,” he said, unable to keep the laughter out of his voice. he was being completely serious but he couldn’t help but find the humor in it all.

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charliekvngs:

charlie couldn’t help but laugh out loud. the version he had of artie from the summers they had known each other didn’t exactly fit the artie that was walking next to him, but the overall picture it painted was very intriguing. “oh, so you’re just a fuckboy. and here i was, opening up my heart for you. how the tables have turned.” as artie’s arms wrapped around him, charlie hid his smile in his scarf. the close proximity was nice, but it did make it hard for them to walk properly. “no, i’m enjoying this moment of pampering,” charlie said happily and kept walking in the awkward bundle they now were in. “keep hugging me i’m feeling very loved.”

artie gasped loudly and poked charlie in the side with one hand. “i take offense to that. i’m an angel, i’m just a very gay angel,” he clarified. “you sound so s p o i l e d, charlie. i never realized you were so high maintenance,” he teased before resting his chin on charlie’s shoulder. “where are we headed anyway? any place in particular?” it was nice for artie to have someone who didn’t really know any of the madness going on in his life to hang out. he was comfortable enough with charlie, but at the same time, charlie was able to just be his friend. to not comment on his distracted sighs or quiet moments of thoughtfulness -- not in the same way friends he’d known for years did. the way they picked up on his moods and tried to sniff out the source of the issue almost immediately. it was refreshing and exactly what artie needed as he did his best every day to forgive mina and rowan. 

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charliekvngs:

“don’t worry, artie. i might come off as a big flirt, but in the end i’m just a simple guy looking for love.” charlie cracked a smile at the ridiculousness of what he was saying. “no, but really. i’m mostly looking for cool people to hang out with right now. your ‘girls’ are safe. i lean more toward guys right now anyways… that time of the season,” he added, as if it being autumn had any significance at all. which it really didn’t. “i promise to always appreciate you, artie. anyone that doesn’t is a fool.” he didn’t want to pry, but there seemed to be something behind those words even if it was hidden by an over exaggerated sigh. “nah, i just miscalculated the amount of wind attacking me. but if you’re worried you can just give me a hug.” he added the last part with a teasing grin.

“sorry, can’t relate. it’s 24/7 boytown for me,” he grinned. “glad to hear my ladies are safe from your wicked ways though.” artie was teasing of course and he hoped that the playfuly smile on his features conveyed that message to his friend. he knew that charlie had a reputation among their fellow camp counselors for being very much a player, but artie had seen he had very redeeming qualities when he put effort into it so he did his best not to let those rumors bias him completely. “why thank you. in return for you kindness, i will hug you, you giant,” he grinned slowing down just enough to come up behind charlie and wrap his arms around his center. “i think this would be easier if you carried me,” artie teased as they continued on.

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rvwans:

“what?” rowan asked, sluggishly making his way into his rather small bedroom. he shut the door behind him and contemplated what he should do; getting dressed was definitely high on his list of priorities, but he also needed a pick me up if he was going to have fun ice skating today. “i’m fine! i just had a long shift at jrsey remix last night, that’s all!” he yelled, yanking on a pair of jeans and an old hoodie that probably wasn’t his. rowan quickly sprayed himself with deodorant, his favourite perfume, and some febreze because he mistook it for something else. whoops. “god, i need to clean my room up.” he mumbled, as he made his way into his bathroom. he grabbed a baggie containing cocaine and dashed a bit onto the edge of his bathroom sink, shame tugging away at his gut. but hey, it was a quick and easy pick me up, so fuck it. and any bad feelings he had were quickly forgotten when he leaned down and snorted the powder up his nose with a rolled up dollar bill.  “okay, i’m almost done. but hey, next time you should text me, man. i could have been out.” rowan chuckled, thoroughly cleaning his face before he walked out the room. “what made you decide to come over today anyway?” he asked, plopping down on a chair, so he could put on his skates.

“ah, sorry! didn’t mean to interrupt your sleep,” he called out through the closed door of rowan’s room. as he waited for the other male to get ready, artie took a glance around the room as an odd feeling filled up his chest. it was weird. this was his first time really being back at rowan’s apartment since their split and it was just ... weird. it was strange to be so familiar with a space but suddenly have your connection to it all change. he smiled a little sadly as he took in the apartment before rowan’s voice brought him out of his own memories. “hm? oh! yeah, sorry, i was just a victim of my own impulsivity. i would’ve had to either wobble all the way home or go back barefoot if you hadn’t been home,” artie chuckled, smiling as rowan walked out. “i don’t know. i didn’t have anything else to do and i had just gotten my roller skates in the mail. it reminded me what we said about going ice skating.” his eyebrows rose and he quickly extended an arm out in a motion for rowan to stop. “i actually would recommend another pair of shoes before we get to the rink. don’t make my same mistake,” he grinned, looking down at his feet and wiggling his sock-covered toes. 

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charliekvngs:

“okay, you’re just gonna have to give me a list that i can study during my lunch break,” charlie said, tone of his voice clearly indicating that he’s joking. “and i can tell you’re serious about the drop kick, and judging by the amounts of twister we’ve played with the kids, i’m pretty sure you could do it no matter how crowded the space.” as they continued down the street, charlie pulled his scarf tighter around his neck. he hadn’t been aware that it was quite that chilly. suddenly he regretted not wearing a warmer jacket. charlie couldn’t help but laugh at artie’s pout and betrayed look. “don’t worry, i trust you, artie. i’m sure you can take control if you’re really feeling it, and i’m confident you’re a great lay. don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. and you’re right, based on the yelp review he did of xavier i’m not sure you want him to be the one writing one for you.”

artie gently shoved charlie’s shoulder at his teasing and rolled his eyes. “yeah right. i’ll just kick you if you start making moves on any of them. although, i’ll give you a freebie, one of them is my mother,” he said with a chuckle. “i’m glad my mad twister playing skills have instilled the appropriate amount of awe and fear into you.” his own pout lessened at charlie’s reassurances and he huffed with a nod. “thank you, that’s all i ask of you. i’m so underappreciated at times it’s a shame,” he sighed dramatically. “oh, you heard about xavier’s review? yeah. rowan really does have a way with words.” as they walked together, artie noticed charlie seemingly shifting at the cold and he bumped shoulders with the taller man. “is the cold getting to you?” he asked.

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rvwans:

rowan groaned at the obnoxious sounds coming from outside his place of residence, tugging the covers over his head. he wanted it to be quiet; he just wanted a moment of peace, so he could enjoy his buzz in peace. despite it being fairly early, rowan was high out of his mind and was still a little drunk. he wasn’t quite sure how many lines he managed to snort. three? maybe four? rowan doesn’t know. and if he’s being completely honest, he doesn’t know what the fuck is going on with himself either, because days blend into weeks, which blend into months, and rowan is always losing track of time. he’s drunk. he’s high; strung out. blacking out too much. sleeping too little. swallowing too many sleeping pills on occasion because he couldn’t see straight and counting each little blue tablet hurt his fuzzy brain, so he’d take a handful and pray that it was just the right amount. it definitely wasn’t healthy, but he hasn’t been able to keep it together since he returned from miami. but still, despite all this, he managed to drag his tired body out of bed and stumble towards the door. “what?” rowan asked as soon as he had opened the door, wincing at the brightness. “god, the sun needs to chill out.. – also.. wait. are we ice skating? already?” he mumbled, confused as he stared down at artie’s feet. “just – okay. give me like… ten minutes. you can come in and wait or whatever.”

artie blinked in surprise at rowan’s state. yeah, texting would have probably been a good idea. still, the male crossed into rowan’s apartment and closed the door behind him. “sorry. i didn’t think you were sleeping or whatever ... you okay?” he asked, hesitantly. it didn’t take a genius to notice rowan was very much out of it, but he didn’t think too much about it. it was a saturday after all. “but yeah, grab your skates and get dressed. it’ll be fun. i’ll take a seat and take these off because my ankles are already killing me,” he joked, making his way (albeit unstably) to the closest seat. 

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charliekvngs:

“oh, is cia a friend of yours? well, apparently rowan thinks we’d be a good match. but don’t worry, i’m not gonna ‘make a move’ or anything. i’m too busy settling in.” charlie looked at artie in amusement. “well, now i don’t know who to trust,” he drawled and poked at artie’s flushed cheek. “rowan was very sure that you are a sub through and through. he was also very convinced that you would try to convince me you’re not.” charlie lead artie out of flicked bean, because there were honestly better places in this town to sit down and talk. “in all honesty though, i don’t know why he would recommend you since you two dated and all. not that you’re not very pretty, artie,” he added with a smile.

“there are four women who own my heart and cia is one of them. don’t get me wrong, if you guys hit it off i’m not the type to be standing in your way, but if you do ‘make a move’ you better watch out because i will not hesitate to drop kick you,” he nodded, gravely. his face motionless to demonstrate how serious he was about his words. the expression quickly melted into a pout as charlie poked his cheat. “rowan is a traitor. i will concede that i’m mostly a sub, but i have my moments. also, i’ve known you longer so you should believe me by default,” he huffed., standing up to follow charlie out of the shop and tossing his empty coffee cup out on the way. “i’m an excellent lay, thank you very much, and rowan’s got the first-hand account. he should give me a yelp review,” he countered as they walked down the street. the weather was very nice today and artie just wanted to enjoy the slight chill in the air that honestly felt quite refreshing. he ran over his last words a little more carefully and thought about xavier’s own scathing review before recanting. “you know what? i take it back. he should not write me a review, but still. my point remains.”

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charliekvngs:

“i mean i’d start a petition, but if i touch a stove it magically bursts into flames. but hopefully you’re right, cause korea town is too far away for me to go there regularly.” charlie eyed artie curiously as he saw the small frown appear on the others face. something was obviously bothering him, but charlie didn’t know if they knew each other well enough for him to ask. they’d seen each other a few summers over the years and when they were there the focus mostly went on the kids. before he had the chance to ask though, artie interrupted his train of thoughts. “what? oh yeah, he did. he gave me very in depth reviews. the leon’s were a few, i think some dude named xavier… and you, for some reason.” charlie threw him a cheeky grin and wondered how much detail he should include. “i’m not sure if there’s a story behind this, but apparently you’re 100% a sub.”

“that’s definitely not the reputation we want for our first korean restaurant, so i appreciate your show of restraint,” artie teased. it was true that he didn’t know charlie all that well, but if his memory of campfires with the kids were any indications, charlie really couldn’t be trusted to cook. “you did burn every marshmallow you tried to roast.” he nodded along to charlie’s retelling of the raw list and made comments here and there. “if you touch cia, i might hurt you, just so you know. but i can’t say much else. the leons are beautiful. xavier and lemon drop are royalty and a wild time so for sure and--” artie cut himself off suddenly at the next person on the list registered in his mind. “oh.” he flushed in embarrassment before his brows furrowed in indignation. “excuse me, i am 95% sub and anything else he tries to tell you is slander.”

[artcmisz-blog]

Artie wobbled up to Rowan’s front door and held on to the door frame to keep his balance. He knocked a few times before glancing down at his feet. Okay, so maybe he should’ve waited until they were at the ice rink to lace up, but he thought it’d be funny to walk up to Rowan’s door like this. His feet wobbled once more as the male did his best to keep steady at least for a few more moments. Maybe he should’ve texted ahead to make sure Rowan was a home ... all of this would be for not if he wasn’t. “Rowaaan,” Artie called out. “Are you home? It’s ice skating time, bih!” // @rvwans

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charliekvngs:

“it’s definitely not slow,” charlie agreed, only to make a face at the latter comment. “don’t remind me, i almost lost my marbles when i found out. what town refuses a korean restaurant?” charlie nodded slightly as he listened to artie speak. “i mean, i feel like that would be confusing, yes. i ate something and then i missed a whole argument and like… some marley chick being rude and it was all sorts of confusing.” with an exaggerated pondering look, charlie thought over the week that had passed since he moved to stone. “well, to start with, your ex and his interrogations are one, followed by him giving raw recommendations and telling me to quit my job and find rich friends. this chick carmen and i watched stranger things in almost complete silence together, one dude came into the reel and demanded to be let in for free… it feels like i’ve lived here for four months and it’s only been a little over one week.”

“it’s not so much that the town is refusing one but that there’s no one with the cash to get a good one going. it’ll happen, even if it’s someone selling food out of their house,” artie nodded in almost absolute certainty. he knew the next big food restaurant in stone harbor was going to be a korean restaurant. he prayed every night about it. at charlie’s mention of marley, artie frowned. he really seemed to miss almost every time that the girl made her presence known in the group chat. it was either a stroke of luck or just proof that he was becoming too isolated from everyone else -- especially if charlie who had only been around a week had seen it. artie look a pensive sip of his coffee and then proceeded to almost choke at the words that left his friend’s lips. “i’m sorry, rowan’s what now?” he blinked rapidly trying to process the fact that his ex-boyfriend was parting out raw recommendations to newcomers but if he really thought about it, it wasn’t all that shocking. artie grabbed a napkin to wipe his mouth with as he chuckled. “well, that sounds about right for him. i hope he gave you a lot to think about. but that all sounds like fun stuff ... except for the guy trying to be let in free. i mean, i get it, but on your first week? like they should give you some time so that you’re not on your new employee probationary period or whatever. so inconsiderate.”

[cyphertaehyungie]

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cyphertaehyungie:

green tae

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charliekvngs:

“you know, when i moved here i wasn’t really prepared for the amount of things happening daily.” charlie scratched his head as he tried to come to terms with those, not all that surprising, news. the line at flicked bean moved slowly, and the noise level was low enough that charlie could talk comfortably with artie next to him. “i mean, i’m used to shit going down in princeton and all, but this is a whole new level. how is a haunted movie theater the least exciting thing that’s happened to me this week?” [ @artcmisz. ]

artie chuckled in amusement as he listened to his friend’s realization that stone harbor wasn’t exactly like any other small town he’d been to before. the cup of coffee in his hands was still warm although the fire that had burned his tongue earlier had long subsided. “i tried to tell you...stone might look sleepy, but the people more than make up for the fact that there isn’t a decent korean restaurant within 25 miles of this place,” he teased. “to be honest, you get used to it. i tend to tune out most of it and come in really confused. so, dare i ask what’s happened to you this week?” he grinned.

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[threebigolsausages-deactivated2]

*puts a normal sized carrot in a bag of baby carrots so they have adult supervision*

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