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@eunhajin
( ooc! ) hi hello sorry i went mia without saying anything. life happened and it kind of sucks. i’ll be back whenever life sucks a little less, which i wish would be soon, but it probably won’t be considering the quarter just started ugH. sorry again
ANGSTY FUCKIN' SENTENCE STARTERS
“I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but you’re just making this worse.” “I don’t think we have anything left to say to each other.” “Are you happy? Huh? DOES THIS MAKE YOU HAPPY?!” “This isn’t the end. Just the part where I say enough is enough.” “Stop. Just…stop.” “You have a lot of nerve saying ‘Hello’ like nothing happened.” “I’d say 'give me one good reason to stay’ but I already know the reasons. I just have better reasons to go.” “I’m sorry…we didn’t make it in time. They’re gone.” “You said you’d always be there for me…so how did this happen? Why weren’t you there?” “There will never be anyone else like you…if I’m very lucky.” “What, you thought you deserved better than a voice message?” “What did you do?” “How much have you had?” “That isn’t water in that bottle, is it.” “I can’t stand watching you destroy yourself like this.” “Didn’t it occur to you that you’re hurting me, too?!” “This can’t keep happening.” “The only good part about being alone is that I don’t wake anyone up when I start screaming at night.” “Holy shit–did you do that?!” “How long have you been doing this to yourself?” “I don’t want help. I just want the pain to stop.” “I just can’t stand being alone anymore.” “Please, don’t tell anyone.” “I can’t stand to lose anything else.” “I’m hurting you too much…you should leave.” “Some things just aren’t worth fighting for.” “I don’t even know why you pretend to care anymore.”
回 = patching a wound .
symbols ↬ not accepting.
he’s biting the inside of his cheek to keep himself from shaking his leg—something she had already scolded him for—as he watches the blood seep through the bandage. it’s not the pain that’s worrying him, nor is it the sight of blood. he’d much rather be patching the wound himself, but there’s no way he could, with its placement on his upper arm. he also wouldn’t dare leave the wound open, for fear of infection—or infecting.
it’s only when her hands are finally off his arm that he’s able to breathe comfortably. “make sure to wash your hands,” he says. there’s no blood visible on her hands, but it doesn’t hurt to be safe.
❄
winter plots ↬ accepting!
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7. My muse teaches yours how to ice skate, but isn’t very good at it either.
having laced up his skates, he stands up and strides over to terra with confidence in each awkward step. “let’s go,” he says as he gives her a small, reassuring smile. there’s a moment of silence as he contemplates offering her a hand. it’s not behavior he usually exhibits, nor is it a gesture he’s very comfortable giving, but he figures it is appropriate. he had, after all, offered to teach her to skate, and he couldn’t afford to have her fall.
hand in hand, the two of them step onto the ice. and the moment hajin’s foot makes contact with the ice is the moment his confidence is wiped away. he doesn’t remember the ice being this slippery–but then again, the last time he was on the ice was more than ten years ago. he tries to maintain a confident demeanor, but an awkward laugh escapes his lips and his grip on terra’s hand tightens just a little bit.
as hajin lifts a foot to propel himself forward, he feels himself slipping and immediately releases his grip on terra’s hand. soon after, he finds himself falling on his butt with a thud. after moving out, he had made a point of being more ambitious, but the cold, hard ice against his ass reminds him precisely why he was never very ambitious to begin with. a sigh catches in his throat as he attempts to get up—only to stumble and fall back again.
“could you help me up?” he asks as he extends an arm upward, in search for assistance. he blames his flushed cheeks on the cold air.
airport-related aus tho:
i fell asleep on your shoulder and you were too polite to move or wake me up au
we have the same luggage and didn’t check the tags before we left so i’m calling you to exchange suitcases (and you also had some interesting things in your bag so i’m excited to meet you) au
author of book gets seated next to someone reading their book and making entertaining faces at each scene au
bonding solely via eye contact over that annoying person on our plane that we’re both slowly becoming more and more exasperated about au
you fell asleep and i started making funny faces at your kid to keep them amused and the steward mistook us for a couple au
actually, any mistaken for a couple au
i’m afraid of flying and you were incredibly helpful and tolerant and sweet about it au
i made a horrible first impression at the gate or in line for airport food but now we’re sitting next to each other au
Drunk/Drinking Starters
❝I do not get drunk-- I get awesome.❞
❝I didn't fall... the floor just needed a hug. ❞
❝Wanna know what rhymes with drunk? Sex. ❞
❝Nothing tastes as good as drunk feels.❞
❝I've had... eleventy twelve beers.❞
❝I've been cheating on you with a guy named Morgan. He's a captain.❞
❝I'm not as drunk as I use to was.❞
❝Halloween? More like Hallowe-’re getting fucked up.❞
❝What do you expect me to do- I'm drunk!❞
❝But then I remember that alcohol existed.❞
❝It’s not called slurring your words. It’s called talking in cursive and it’s fucking elegant.❞
❝I’m totally walking straight, but this damn Earth is drunk!❞
❝If you can’t suck a cigarette, you sure as hell can’t suck a dick!❞
❝I wanna bae you up.❞
❝You're so drunk when I'm pretty.❞
❝It's 10;30 and I'm already fucking wasted…❞
❝I'm almost sober...❞
❝We are best friends now. Yeah c'mere, let's get drunk again.❞
❝Why do people wear boxers? They’re just like small pants.❞
❝I am currently dating a tall bottle of Jack Daniels.❞
❝I’m in Pirates of the Caribbean right now..❞
❝Take me drunk I’m home.❞
❝Let’s go dress up like Batman and Robin and patrol the neighborhood.❞
❝Your kitchen is so far away. Who designed this shit?❞
❝Your cat... has it always had a German accent?❞
💘
💘 ↬ accepting!
put an 💘 in my inbox, and i’ll tell you what i think of our muses as a ship!
( mun speaks! ) aight, so, i’ve been thinking about this because the starter thing you sent a couple days ago that i just responded to (oops i’m so bad and slow ;;), but as you can tell from the post, hajin still loves yoonseo, but he’s breaking off the relationship because he feels that he’s investing more into the relationship than yoonseo is and he’s accusing yoonseo of not loving him as much as he loves her. i was a little reluctant to set up the scenario the way that i did, because of yoonseo’s status as a “love expert,” but i decided to go with it because the scenario i wrote it was all from hajin’s very flawed perspective and if we step back and look at my headcanon (under the cut) for the situation, it makes a little more sense (i hope;;) as to why the relationship ended up the way it did.
“Please don’t leave me.”
starters ↬ accepting!
“you think i want to do this?” he wants to sound angry, but his voice comes out barely louder than a whisper. he had practiced these words—this whole breakup, actually—for days now, but the way things were happening were quite different, as they always were, from the test runs he had gone through in his head.
“i love you, yoonseo.” the words don’t feel right in his mouth. he realizes, only now, that this may be the first time he has said these words to her. “but i can’t do this anymore. i-i can’t keep loving you. not when you don’t feel the same way i feel about you.” even as the words leave his lips, even after hours and hours of contemplation, he can’t tell if this is the right decision.
but then he remembers all the nights he spent, waiting for a text message that never came. all the time he spent thinking about her, rather than actually seeing her and being with her. all the times he would hear her on air, laughing and helping other people with their love lives, as she did nothing to maintain her own.
“if you didn’t want me to leave you, you would’ve stayed by my side.” he turns his back against her, determined never to turn back.
three word starters
“i’ll do it.”
“please just don’t.”
“i hate you.”
“i love you.”
“you love me?”
“please stop it.”
“i can’t breathe.”
“just go away.”
“you’re an ass.”
“you’re a bitch.”
“don’t leave me!”
“don’t walk away.”
“stay with me.”
“i’m begging you…”
“for fucks sake…”
“clean this up!”
“please kiss me.”
“get off me!”
“you are despicable.”
“are you okay!?”
“don’t do this.”
“please shut up.”
“are you drunk?”
“don’t forget me.”
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“ stop it! ”
two word starters ↬ not accepting.
it’s as he’s waiting for his coffee that a man bumps into hajin’s shoulder, nearly spilling his freshly brewed coffee on his coat. the man only glares at him before making his way out of the café and hajin is left at the site of the incident, equally confused as he is annoyed. why had he glared at him? had he done something wrong? surely the man had not intended to bump into him—or maybe he had? maybe he’s overthinking things—he probably is.
upon returning to the table, where terra is waiting for him, he tells her of the incident and of his annoyance with the man. “does he hate me? do you think he did it on purpose?” she only responds to his genuine concerns by scolding him for his frivolous worries and the conversation flows naturally afterwards. but as they run out of things to say, he falls again into resentment of the man, though this time a silent one. one with only a clenched jaw and furrowed eyebrows to show. he didn’t intend for this resentment to be evident, but it had been obvious enough for terra to notice.
“stop it!” she says to him. it’s her exclamation that pulls him back to the present and prompts him to force an expression of nonchalance.
“what? i wasn’t doing anything.” the man and his glare are still on hajin’s mind, but this time he makes sure to keep his jaw loose and eyebrows un-furrowed.
“Shit, what did I do?”
starters ↬ accepting!
there’s a rattling of pills and sooyoung’s following remark. it takes hajin a moment to register what has happened, but the moment he does, he’s immediately up on his feet.
“it’s nothing!” he calls out, trying to mask his panic—but the crack in his voice gives it away. when he makes it to the kitchen, he’s met with a mess of pills–and the bottles that used to contain them–on the floor. he had made the mistake, earlier in the day, of leaving all his pills on the counter and being too lazy to clean them up. it was only minutes before sooyoung’s arrival that he had even remembered that she was coming over and in those few minutes he had hurriedly stuffed the half closed bottles into a cabinet. only now did he realize it was the cabinet where he kept his cups—the exact cabinet he had directed sooyoung to to grab herself a glass of water.
“i’ll clean it up, you can go back to the living room.” his words sound polite enough, but internally he is begging sooyoung to leave the mess and begging her not to question the pills.
send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ---
alternatively send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible !
✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair . ❤ = kissing them . ₪ = asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them . ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare . ♣ = discovering them crying . 回 = patching a wound . ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .
Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.
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After time and time again of pestering phone calls, your muse has lied to their parents about having a significant other and now that it’s time to go home for the holidays, they are desperate to have someone play the part. My muse begrudgingly agrees to pose as your muse’s significant other and attempts to make the best of the situation by spending the time trying to embarrass your muse as much as they can.
It’s the first “snowfall” of the season and what was supposed to just be a light flurry turned into an ice storm and now my muse is stuck at your muse’s house with no electricity.
It’s the middle of the night and my muse hears a knock at their door, it’s your muse and they are dripping wet and shivering out in the cold. My muse invites them in to warm up.
My muse is supposed to cook a holiday feast for their family that’s coming to visit from out of town, but has no idea how to cook the traditional holiday food and has enlisted your muse to help.
My muse is walking through a park when they’re suddenly hit with a snowball, after looking around for a few moments, they discover yours hiding behind a tree with a hoard of snowballs.
My muse needs help creating the perfect snow angel. Their problem is every time they stand up, they leave a hand print and scuffs around the snow angel.
My muse teaches yours how to ice skate, but isn’t very good at it either.
Our muses decide to have a snowman building contest and whoever builds the biggest snow man in the allotted time, gets to destroy the others’.
Our muses decide to see who can catch the most snowflakes on their tongues, winner gets to bury the other in the snow.
Our muses have been searching for the perfect place to go sledding and when they find it, they discover they are not the only ones. The place is overrun with screaming children and they aren’t too sure they want to sled with this many kids around.
Our muses planned to go caroling but no one else that volunteered to come along showed up.
Our muses take a trip to Starbucks to try their first ever peppermint mocha.
Short on cash, our muses decide to start a snow shoveling business and must compete with the group of children that had the same idea.
Your muse has knitted mine a very ill fitting sweater and insists that they wear it to the town’s annual Winter Fest where anyone who’s anyone will see them.
Your muse’s water pipes froze and burst and now has to shower at my muse’s place until the damage is repaired.
“ don’t leave ”
two word starters ↬ accepting!
hajin doesn’t have any plans for the night and could certainly afford to stay, but spending the night tending to a drunk man-child is not part of his definition of a fun night. he would much rather kill time in his own apartment and binge-watch stupid tv shows, and that’s exactly what he’s about to leave to do–when he hears the sound of shattering glass. fuck.
“okay, fine,” he grumbles the overdue response as he turns his back to the door and reluctantly rushes over to clean up the mess. i’ll leave as soon as he falls asleep, he thinks as he crouches down to pick up the broken glass, a displeased sigh escaping his lips.
“ please don’t ”
two word starters ↬ accepting!
he pauses for a moment to glance at her, trying to decipher whether or not she is joking. hajin had certainly been joking—in fact, he hadn’t even been serious enough to remember what he had said to induce such a response. his confusion only grows as he cannot, for the life of him, remember what he had just said. he’s tempted to ask, but can’t exactly find the right words to do so. he decides an apology is the best of his options.
“…sorry,” he responds in an equally ambiguous tone as sunny’s. there’s a split second of silence before he carries on. “so, how was your day.” he asks (or rather, states) the question in an attempt to change the subject, rather than out of genuine curiosity.
