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“ you know what ? you’re only DUDE level in bed. ”
“you beg all your DUDES on your knees, or am i special?”
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dctdae:
@bckdoors ♡
“ you know what ? you’re only DUDE level in bed. ”
“you beg all your DUDES on your knees, or am i special?”
dctdae:
@bckdoors ♡
“ hey … want to cuddle ? ”
“... i’m on my way out, i forgot to water my dog.”
nouvelis:
eden’s theatrics are enough to draw a chuckle out of him, though these acts of disrespect are nothing new in their friendship that is slowly evolving into something forbidden. his heart keeps sinking from the mention of his best friend and the guilt that comes with whatever this entails. he knows everything that’s happened in the pair’s volatile relationship, from the beginning to the end and it is a strange feeling, to be more and more acquainted with all the reasons that made mj fall for eden in the first place. to be drawn by the saccharine laughter, the shine in those bright eyes, the mischief that mirrors his own all too well.
what is the right thing to do? if he had been more honest, he would have said that them not meeting ever again like this would be the first move. “you already said everything that needs to be said.” he answers, trying to be as objective as possible despite the selfishness that swells within him. an anxious lick of his lips before he continues. “dragging it on isn’t going to help anybody.” as shattered as mj might be, he is still holding on that last shred of hope while eden is clearly not on the same page.
shaking the heavier thoughts off his mind, he brings himself to the kitchenette to give his hands a quick wash as he regards eden with disbelief. “the best chef i know? you’ve got quite an ego, don’t you?” as if he isn’t all too aware of it already. “you made crème brûlée and you’re not going to share?” a pout appears on his rosy lips as he gives eden the puppy eyes that always help get what he wants. “i thought we’re friends, eden — you’re breaking my heart.”
he knows the fault to be his, for his relationship’s failure. objectively, mj and he had too little in common to last longterm. he knew as much from the beginning, but feelings bloomed and he ignored those incompatibilities — which resulted in countless ugly fights, between the pair — for long months. always envisioning himself settled down in his early twenties, and believing in soulmates, he gave it a fair try. even fooled himself into believing they’d beat the odds stacked against them. he was wrong, all along. if he opened his eyes sooner, he would’ve noticed there was someone he was compatible with, all along, and with whom he shared an undeniable chemistry that could neither be feigned, nor forced between two individuals. hard to resist such organic connection, and fight it with rationality, when none of what’s happening between them is rational.
cutting ties with mj means a huge boundary between kyungsoo and eden evaporating, and pushing him one step closer to biting the forbidden fruit. eden can’t be more selfish than he’s already been, however. keeping mj around for the sake of not acting on feelings and thus, betraying him in the worst way possible, is plain cruel. “you’re right, and i don’t want to keep on hurting him by being a presence in his life. he deserves to move on.” eden already has, clearly. he heaves loudly, shoulders slumping. the situation is taxing to say the least. as is fighting himself whenever the other is around. he’s doomed, but he has no other choice than keep on doing so. “you’ll be there for him, won’t you?”
adding the last touches to the dish is a welcome distraction from the heaviness of the discussion, and he easily slips back into bantering. something the two have done, from the day they met. “is it having an ego when it’s the truth, though?” words are as cheeky as the smile that breaks over his face. “i could be a good FRIEND, and share the crème brûlée with you ... but where would be the fun in that? watching you suffer is so much more enjoyable.” cheeky smile melts into a full blown smirk at the sight of the pout appearing on the other’s lips. “this doesn’t work on me, kyung, but brownie points for trying.” friends. friends. friends. he hates the reminder, that they are indeed friends only, as much as he welcomes it. “make it up to me, and i’ll consider changing my mind.”
tealrps:
❝wait, what makes it pathetic? I think that’s really.. 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁, unless you felt a little weighed down. if so, I’m sorry! I shouldn’t do that often.❞
“i’m not used to feeling the way i do.” they are unsure whether they like or hate it. it’s foreign and odd. “i don’t, and it’ll pass ... these things usually do, right?”
sweetamias:
“i’ve only read those types of reactions in stories.” marlowe smiled gently. “and it’s not pathetic. not one bit.”
“it IS pathetic. i’ve never felt so ... not in control of what’s happening to me.”
a smile only they get to witness, genuine, fond, breaks across his face as he observes them, running about the room, silently. the rambunctious idol rarely, if ever behaves so calmly — korain, always going out of his way to misbehave and drive his manager nuts, finding great entertainment in watching the man run around like a headless chicken to fix the idol’s shenanigans — but, he’s too lost in his own thoughts, contemplating whether to do something that could and would change both their lives, to act like his usual self. lips press together, frustration written all over his features. he’s tired of thinking. he’ll deal with the consequences of his actions … later. he always does. “go out on a date with me, after the show.”
open to: everyone.
plot: in source.
"you put your arm around me, and i felt my knees buckle. this is so pathetic.”
open to: f/nby.
connection: ex, crush.
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spriingday:
“ it’s not laced with anything but love, stupid. i just wanted to help my best friend find his soulmate, is all. you know that i love to play cupid, and i’m still hopeful that you will change your lothario ways, you know? ” he counters, shaking his head at the younger boy as he drops the sugar cube back into his pocket again. “ i guess now you’ll never — hnng…” suddenly it feels like everything is spinning. his eyelids blink rapidly, trying to clear his blurry vision, but it doesn’t appear to be working. “ feel really dizzy, lev. i want to leave, please. can you… can you carry me?”
“are you implying WE aren’t soulmates? way to break your best friend’s heart.” he groans at the mention of the older playing cupid. he was tricked in the past to go on a blind date. albeit it ended with levon taking his date to bed but, never again. “you keep on being hopeful, and i’ll keep on being my magnificent lothario self. how ‘bout that?” not needing to be told twice, he carries aspen out of the party, not bothering with talking to anyone on the way out while making a bee line for his car. once settled, he fetches a bottle of water, and hands it over. “rest now, baby.” the engine roars to life beautifully, and off they are.
shatteredges:
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫 on eiko’s features and camila feels a pang of guilt . she sets her phone down to give undivided attention , voice soft as she speaks once eiko asks if it even matters . “ of course it does , you’re clearly upset . ” camila waits for another make-up to walk past before continuing on . “ eiko , maybe we should go somewhere more private to discuss this ––––– there’s still time before i have to be on set . ”
“i’m not upset, i don’t CARE.” the makeup artist wishes she possessed the talent to appear nonchalant, under any circumstances, but no matter her best effort, her inner feelings are painted all over her face. did it matter when you were with her? did i even cross your mind ... for just an instant? she wants to ask, but her mouth remains shut. silently, she leads the actress to a quiet corner, away from prying ears susceptible to catch on the drama unfolding, then spread it to the wrong people. “what more would you like to discuss, camila?”
shatteredges:
𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 , even with friends , korain takes the offer of a hug though he opts to stretch out on the couch and prop his head on her lap . “ this is good . ” he hums as he moves to lay on his back so he can look up at hyeri , a boxy smile forming despite the panic he’d felt mere moments ago . he doesn’t like to dwell on the nightmares , not when they have yet to seep into his life when he’s awake . korain can only hope that remains true . “ you can take the worried look of your face , i promise i’m okay –––––– it was just a bad dream . ” he nudges his head against her leg , another smile given for reassurance . “ can you still make it to my show tomorrow ? ”
she looks down at him, fingers combing through his hair to further soothe him — though, it is clear that hyeri is more shaken by witnessing her friend’s experiencing the nightmare, than he himself is. she doesn’t have a turn off worrying button, and can’t help but be concerned for the other. it can be a curse, to care as much as she does, but it’s kind of person hyeri is — she can’t stand seeing the people she cares about, and everyone else for that matter, to be less than happy. “when do i ever not worry?” still, she forces the frown away, and takes a deep breath to push all her negative feelings to the back of her mind. “i promised you i would, and i never break a promise.” the beam that breaks across her face is genuine. “you know how much i love attending your shows, and listening to you play. i’m not the korain’s fan club president for nothing.”
andtomydelight:
although minah would never admit it (because she doesn’t like to tell people her feelings like that), her self-esteem was at an all time low. her cuteness was perceived as either an act or annoying and she was just deemed an undesirable person to some, both online and off. it took a toll on her at times. “ do you mean that? are you sure? ” she thought she was saving him the pain.
“i mean it — ” he extends a hand for minah to take, ready to prove to her his words aren’t hot air, and gives her a smile he hopes to offer the reassurance she needs. “ — i promise.” it pains nox to see such skepticism from minah, which he doesn’t take to heart knowing it to stem from being put down by peers rather than something he did, and hopes with time she’ll see herself the way he sees her.
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to be frank ...... i am so, so lucky to have you in my life ♡ whatever great force brought us together was like the one ( 1 ) good thing to come out of the year from hell 2020 ...... it’s so rare to find a writing partner u genuinely click with, even more so to find one who shares your philosophies on writing and being in this community, but not only that, i feel like my muses are at their highest potential with urs !! and that’s the Rarest thing !! idk how this came to be, but our muses are heathenmates forever . Forever . does that ...... make us heathenmates 😲 like there is smth so special that happens whenever we plot out another ship or continue to plot our existing ships, & i am just so, so thankful for u 🥺 i love getting messages from u and being able to scream talk to u at all hrs of the day abt this disastrous bunch we get to call our children ..... i cherish u and ur muses and i just luff u very much 💛 and it is at this moment that i must ....... set the Intangible Receipt u got when we developed our first ship on fire bc GOOD LUCK RETURNING ME NOW U CAN’T EVER THANK U LOV U
and all i did was look at his beautiful tattoos
help, my wife got wine drunk and tried to set our marriage certificate on fire, saying “good luck trying to return me without the receipt”
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cvvalier:
eyebrows raised and arms annoyingly crossed—hana was debating to either laugh in his face or beat him to a pulp. ❛ oh, please! you’re just doing this for yourself. if you want to end this, just tell me. i’m not going to burst into tears cause you’re being an asshole. ❜
well, she isn’t wrong but dakho isn’t one to admit to his wrongdoings. “you’re not getting rid of me so easily, nana.” yet his behavior heavily implies he’s looking for an out, or at least pushing hana to give him an out and be blame free for the relationship’s demise. “why would i ever try making you cry, when you have such a pretty smile.”