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@chanssassin
I need a fresh start.
recognize
yoυr ᴛᴀʀɢᴇᴛ﹐
&
—— ᴇʟɪᴍɪɴᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ——
Send me a Symbol
✉: For a regular text message from my muse.
♣: Here, have a not so regular (maybe even a dirty one) text message.
✍: For what my muse has written about yours in their diary.
✎: For an unsent letter from my muse (May be AU if you want, just let me know what kind of AU you want).
☎: For a drunk phone call.
☏: How about a voice message from my muse?
♥: The favorites of my muse- can be anything from music to sex positions, you're allowed to specify what you want.
∞: A random headcanon about my muse and yours.
☯: Here, have a hug from my muse.
☮: An argument I think my muse would have with yours.
♪: I've put all of my songs on shuffle- now I have to write a drabble involving our muses with the next song that comes on.
♬: Would you care to dance? My muse has to dance with yours.
♛: My muse is royalty for a day and you are their loyal subject- wait, what? What would my muse's reaction be to this idea?
♚: You are my master- hold on. What if my muse was the loyal subject, how would this go?
✖: Your muse is drowning in the bathtub when mine walks into the bathroom.
☠: Your muse has died, this is how mine reacts.
❂: My muse is clumsy and crashes into yours.
✈: Our muses are on a plane together, by accident or choice. This is what happens.
☢: It's too hot outside, how does my muse suggest our muses cool down?
ϟ: There's a storm going on and our muses are stuck together in a house- how will this go?
☂: It's pouring down and your muse forgot their umbrella, will my muse offer up theirs?
✧: Our muses went to eat out- where?
★: The stars are shining beautifully and my muse wants you to see them.
☾: It's in the middle of the night and my muse had a nightmare about yours- what does my muse do?
☼: The sun is shining bright and your muse got the bright idea of going out, does my muse agree with this?
☄: My muse is lost, luckily there is cellphone reception- does my muse dare to call yours for help?
♤: Our muses are playing a game, which kind and who is winning?
☻: Your muse got sunburnt, my muse didn't- how'd it happen and how'll mine help?
♒: Our muses are at the beach together, by accident or not, and yours was a bit too close to the waves- will my muse laugh or perhaps be helpful?
♦: Your muse asked mine to marry them, what's my muse's reaction?
◊: Your muse comes to mine, crying, how does my muse react?
✘: Scars aren't very pretty- my muse has to show you theirs.
✦: My muse was attacked but yours saved them- how'll my muse ever thank them?
there’s a special place in hell reserved just for me
it’s called the throne
How do you politely tell someone that you want them naked on top of you
Lay worries momentarily that he said too much, spoke too honestly to a man who could potentially develop into an even angrier drunk should be straight, or just not in the mood for drunken compliments. The silence leaves him fidgeting, sipping on the remnants in his glass, figuring his mind’s already pretty woozy as it is. He wonders idly if he should call it a night and head home. The thought leaves him frowning though, only serving to remind him of his barren apartment mirroring the empty ache in his bones that led him here in the first place.
Thankfully, his muddled blunder hadn’t looked to put the stranger off and like a light switch, Lay’s mood shifted again, his lips and teeth curling into that of a coy grin, “Thank you.” He feels happy and warm, and exceedingly frisky. He wets his lips before he starts again, “What’s your name?”
"Chan--" It takes him a second or two before remembering the last syllable of his name. "Yeol." He nods once. "Park Chanyeol, pleasure to meet you." He sets his bottle down and extends a hand out toward the other, a lazy smile tugging on the corners of his lips.
Chanyeol stares at the person in front of him for a moment. He originally wanted to take a good look at his face, but he's too drunk to think straight so he ends up staring. "And you are?"
hey you
( 18+ )
Lay was what most people would refer to as a lightweight. All it takes is a drink or two for him to become the tipsy, nonsensical (and lascivious) drunk his friends all know and love. Though that awareness doesn’t stop him from visiting the local bar a few blocks away from his apartment, well-nigh reaching that limit. But a shout across the room stops him. The man, roughly estimated somewhere in his twenties with handsome features, has allegedly consumed almost an entire bottle of whiskey and boy, does he sound agitated.
Lay has always been curious by nature, so it’s only natural for him to toddle to the front of the room and pop a squat beside the other male. Foolish as he must’ve appeared to any other patrons in the room, he works to strike up conversation with the other, something he’d probably never do sober - at least not so boldly. Unfortunately, his attempt to chat the man up has him recognizing he’s a bit more intoxicated than he realized. What he aims for as a friendly, “What’s got a handsome face like yours so outraged?” ends in a slurred, “I like your face.”
Chanyeol faces the stranger who had spoken to him, his head tilted as an eyebrow raised. It takes a couple seconds for his mind to process the other's words, and when it does, a smug smirk makes it upon his lips. "Who doesn't?" He says with a scoff. He had always been so overly confident with his looks that even when drunk, he never fails to address the compliments given to him.
The single sentence the other had spoken was enough for him to forget about the angry state he was in not too long ago, and he finds himself staring at the other with half-lidded eyes. "I kinda like your face too," was the only coherent sentence he was able to say.
Sehun had absolutely no idea what he was doing at the bar. He had sworn off alcohol a few months ago, but one phone call from his friend and he had caved in. Now here he was, bored and alone since his friend had left with someone else. He was just about to get up and leave when he heard someone shout, the words weren’t exactly clear, but it was obvious that the male was drunk and unhappy. Getting up from his seat, Sehun approached him slowly. “Um, are you alright? Do you need help?”
"Piss off, I'm not a charity case." Chanyeol rolls his eyes rather rudely and turns back to face the bar. He was just not in the mood to be pitied by people who don't even know him, people who don't even care. "You wouldn't give a single fuck about it--" You know he's almost completely drunk when his harsh words don't stop. His eyes travel back to the stranger and he gives him a once over. "What are you still doing here?"
ヘ( ^o^)ノ\(^_^ )
Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number
1: Hot, Steamy kiss
2: Cheek Kiss
3: Nose Kiss
4: Forehead Kiss
5: Firm Kiss
6: Gentle Peck
7: Romantic Kiss
8: Eyelid Kiss
9: Jawline Kiss
10: Neck Kiss
11: Collarbone Kiss
12: Chest Kiss
13: Stomach Kiss
14: Kiss Along the Hips
15: Kiss in the Rain
16: Upside-Down Kiss
17: Goofy Kiss
18: Underwater Kiss
19: Forceful Kiss
20: Any of the Above
21: Then there’s tongue
Well then maybe one day, I'll reveal myself to you. But for now, just know that I missed you.
Alright, if that's what you want. Visit me often, okay?
park chanyeol @ yeolxpark • 1m
guilt is going to kill me