dauntless;

adj. incapable of being daunted or intimidated by ones fears; being inclined to rush towards danger, not away from it park chanyeol xmen / #606 fearless

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[fcxyeol]

| txt | you don't have to say you like it for me to read between the lines park sandara -- excuse me, my dear c h i h u a h u a 

| txt | also a ) you're correct, incest is gross and b ) i have my eye on someone else so c ) even if you did like me like that d ) you wouldn't be getting it e u e

| txt | well no i don't think you forgot i just don't think you remember exactly what i can do :l 

| txt | oh -- did she get it from a movie ?? i really think she did now this is going to bug me until i figure it out 

| txt | i am not steve rogers.  repeat, i am not steve rogers.  my ass is not that great anyway.

| txt | well yeah, i guess but i have to be harder on you since you're my cousin. i don't need people thinking i play favourites. :T 

| txt | daehyun is still my favourite though let's be real he was my first come on dara ): 

| txt | ... dara there is no such thing as telepathy between cousins you either have it or you don't and as far as i know, xavier is the only one with the mind reading skills around here

| txt | it only took extra effort because you kept insisting on going outside on that omen kid's back.  don't think i didn't hear about your escapades when i was visiting russia --

| txt | ha ha h a yeah, if it's war you're still down for the count tiny you better start saying your prayers

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52/100 of park chanyeol ♥

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( !* he should come with a warning label : caution, moving hazard. bound to destroy with a footstep forward, that is park chanyeol in a nutshell no matter how far he goes. he is a walking black hole swallowing everything in his path and this is exactly why baekhyun shouldn’t have gotten too close, shouldn’t have touched — shouldn’t, shouldn’t, did. and now he’s red faced embarrassment, shame and unhappiness; apologies in mumbled whispers. and chanyeol hates it. he really does. he hates that instead of a shy and tiny smile with a glimmer of downcast, sheepish eyes he gets shame instead. and maybe chanyeol is reading this wrong, maybe he read baekhyun wrong. he might have the mind of a genius but byun baekhyun leaves him at a loss and now the black hole is in his throat, threatens to swallow him whole. he feels dryness there, a prickle of uneasiness beneath his skin attacking his bones with needlepoints. but he can’t lie, even though he wants to — his lips press together, and it shouldn’t be so hard to say no, what are you talking about; i just woke up, what’s wrong with you baek smile, smile but it is; and he sighs. he could never lie to byun baekhyun. ) yes. ( !* he feels so paper thin now, because baekhyun feels regret [ and why shouldn’t he? ]. he’s the cause, he’s the problem, he is the swallower of stars and suns. ) but i — .. ( !* he cringes when baekhyun turns from him, rolls and rolls and before he catches him — he hits the floor and chanyeol frowns because baekhyun should never feel any kind of pain. what makes it worse is that chanyeol could have caught him, but baekhyun .. maybe baekhyun didn’t want him to. dread grows its tendrils from the pits of his stomach to his heart when baekhyun corrects himself, calls him chanyeol of all things and he hates it, he hates it, he hates it —. he should fix this, tell him to forget, tell him it’s okay, tell him that he’s sorry, something to change the shuddering mess of a fractured sun that’s on the floor but he does nothing. not until baekhyun threatens to leave, then he’s up in a flash [ too fast ]; he locks the door, he’s at his side with eyes wide. fingers are gripping baekhyun’s thighs too tight and chanyeol is holding him down with strength he shouldn’t use. this is the strength that he knows will leave purple flower blooms on baekhyun’s pretty skin in the morning but he’s not sorry. instead, he rasps out thick words laced with worry [ fear ] . ) don’t. ( !* he’s not sure if he means don’t go, or don’t be sorry. maybe both, most definitely both. ) please don’t, baek.

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there's a to do list under this cut ! ;; if you'd like to plot with chanyeol or jr, feel free to like this post and i'll get back to you. <:  

chanyeol ; 

solo for the xmen assignment

plot for xmen assignment ( ?? ) 

reply to dara

reply to myungjae

reply to myungsoo

reply to sehun

starter for daehyun

jr 

reply to byunghun x2

reply to baekhyun

reply to jeongguk

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[fcxyeol]

| txt | i think i know that tiny, it's kinda weird that you LIKE IT when i sweat though like is this some kind of fascination with me ???

| txt | dara that's incest

( !* his lips quirk just a little at that -- he wasn't much to call ' family '; probably doesn't deserve it but the fact of the matter remains that they're bound by blood and park sandara is, to him, a lifeline.  he wants to be something like that to her, too. ) 

| txt | i'll keep that in mind though, but i don't think i'm going to ever get a fur coat -- um, peak human condition, remember??

| txt | chanyeol of park -- where did that even come from who introduced themselves that way this is a movie reference i'm not getting, isn't it

| txt | but i'm still not steve rogers

| txt | i call him ' shining star ' because he's my first ( favourite ) pupil, okay.  even if he is a lazy ass. don't tell the other kids.

| txt | i'm not weird, i can't help but pick up on things.  it's the extra senses :l

| txt | don't worry, i got you covered tiny. the govt. can't touch you so long as they think you're an innocent bystander of my comic prowess

| txt | shrugs i'm pretty sure you're still not as strong as me.  i'll be waiting for you -- but, oh yeah i forgot you take forever and a day to heal properly i'll be an old man by the time that happens ㅋㅋㅋ

| txt | look you even get angry and yap like a chihuahua it's perfect

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( !* his fingers slip over moonlit skin, searching with eyes closed —. it’s a bit of a surprise that baekhyun doesn’t slip away, shrink back from his embrace but chanyeol takes what he can while he can and time seems to stand still. and it’s selfish — he shouldn’t let his nose nuzzle into baekhyun’s pulse, shouldn’t let his lips brush in secret places when he wants to mark him, hold him closer. he can’t give baekhyun anything, and that is exactly why they shouldn’t be this close. he frowns against warm skin, tightens his grip — he can’t help but want. ) hmm, did they — ? did they whisper their sadness in your ear? ( !* a breath that’s like a chuckle. his lips pull into a strange sense of a smile and his fingers twist in their hold on baekhyun’s shirt. ) that’s nothing new. what would you do without me, byun baekhyun? ( !* the words are heavy and make his heart feel heavier, because without park chanyeol, byun baekhyun would likely shine like the sun. baekhyun became his solar flare, and chanyeol isn’t sure what exactly he should do about it. silence falls between them. he’s lost to his thoughts and still far too warm — instead of fire licking at his skin, it’s a pleasant glow and melts ice from his head to his toes. but baekhyun starts to slip away and he’s half tempted to reach for him again, pull him back and way too tight because he doesn’t want him to leave. don’t take the warmth with you, byun baekhyun. but he doesn’t. he never does. his eyes are half closed in the moonlight, not sure of what baekhyun is planning to do — leave? who knows, but he slips his way into chanyeol’s proximity again, presses lips to his neck, his wrists, his fingertips. and chanyeol freezes, a moment suspended in time and it’s like there isn’t a black hole, for a moment. or maybe he’s just been swallowed by it, stiff in his limbs. he closes his eyes, counts to five. begs baekhyun not to feel with his head, but wants to reach out with his heart and leave the same kind of kisses on his arms and legs and everywhere in between. he wants to love byun baekhyun, but he cannot give him anything. he sighs, stirs. listens to words that are only meant for sleeping ears, heart breaking and healing because baekhyun is his sun and his everything. he already eases the pain, but finally, finally, he ‘ wakes up ‘. ) you haven’t slept yet, baek?

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[fcxyeol]

( !* there isn’t a reply to his message in the time it takes him to slip beneath bedcovers, the warmth of the blankets on top of him isn’t really the warmth that he seeks. his fingers brush against paper suns that still rest upon the bellies of his stuffed animals and his eyes drift slowly closed, lost in the void but slowly, slowly learning to spin on his own axis again. it takes time, and rest, and a smile like sunlight. he imagines that it’s the last thing he sees before he falls asleep. — two a.m. a click at the door, the turning of a lock and chanyeol’s eyes snap open; he drifted off but it wasn’t long. he almost laughs when he hears the shushing sound directed at the shelf, but bites his tongue and waits. baekhyun should know better by now; he’d have a hard time being sneaky around someone with enhanced senses but —. this is a game that they play and chanyeol has gotten very, very good at it. a poke to his sides, and he jumps like he’s supposed to, like he’s just waking from a dream. another poke and he turns his head, looks at baekhyun with blinking, sleepy eyes. ) baek .. ( !* the warmth he seeks is in that voice, the whispered apology and chanyeol wants to kiss it from his lips but he doesn’t. he’s not allowed, shouldn’t be, rather. he still can’t give baekhyun anything with the black hole in his torso that will likely swallow them both whole if he let baekhyun touch it. he doesn’t smile, not even when baekhyun’s arms wrap around his waist because even though it’s early monday, chanyeol is still lost to the depths of sunday’s bad news. he turns, faces baekhyun and pulls him closer by the waist, buries his face in the crook of his neck. ) i’m home. ( !* is what he mumbles there, breathing in warmth from baekhyun’s skin. and for a moment, just a moment, he feels like he is. )

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{* sundays are always a little colder. he spends most of the night in room #606 wrapped under blankets in secondhand warmth. every stuffed animal wears a drawing of the sun on their bellies. before he retreats into his own room, he leaves a little note on chanyeol’s pillow: }

to the bestest channie in the whole wide world: 

{* — but really, the only channie he knows in the whole wide world — save for the stuffed animals, in which case, chanyeol would still be his favourite channie out of all the channies he knows so this statement remains a truth through and through. } 

i tried to keep your bed warm so that you can sleep as soon as you return. i’m not sure if it’ll stay warm by the time you get back so i’ve also turned on your electric blanket.

good night, chanyeol. have sweet dreams! (*´ο`*) 

( !* hopeless.  sundays are the days he returns to the boy lost in the universe, a black hole in the pit of his torso and traveling amongst stars, no sign of the sun in sight.  it's cold on sundays no matter the season, no matter the weather -- it's probably appropriate, lost to the rays of sun and solar flares that no longer flick at his skin and make it red raw.  sundays are days that he forgets everything except park yura and park chanyeol, he's thirteen and crying, fourteen and lost, fifteen and depressed, sixteen and cold.  he is no longer standing on his own two feet

that is

until he returns to xavier's, opens the door to room 606 with tired bones and tired limbs.  flick on the light but it doesn't reach the shadows of the room and chanyeol doesn't wear his smile, not like he does on mondays.  his shoulders slump, he's stricken on the inside.  another sunday and she hasn't woken up.  his feet shuffle, he's barely moving but then, he sees the sun.

all of them.

on the bellies of his stuffed animals, drawn in baekhyun's precious hand like he knows that today especially, chanyeol needed an extra shock of vitamin d and sunshine.  long fingers press into each drawing and there's a fondness in his eyes, like he's taking the warmth and bottling it in the black hole threatening to swallow him whole.  and slowly, the warmth puts a stopper on the hole -- he's not complete, but he's slowly returning to normal.  baekhyun likes to remind him on sundays how to stand.  

a flash of colour on his pillow.

chanyeol reads over the lines, a twitch of his lips and -- ) baekhyun.  ( !* a shake of his head.  his bed is warm with the electricity running through fabric but it probably would have been warmer if his own personal sunshine was still lying there with eyes closed.  sometimes, he wishes baekhyun would have stayed on the days he doesn't.  and so, he pulls out his phone. ) 

| txt | sleep well, baek.

( !* that's all that he really needs to say, anyway. ) 

[fcxaphorism]

hello, my name is 「 park chanyeol 」 and my chosen word is 「 fury 」!

[fcxaphorism]

the tattoo of your chosen word appears on your nape as soon as your hand finishes the last stroke — you’ve been granted the ability of feral mind, and must follow the guidelines below :

limited to enhanced agility, reflexes, strength and pain suppression.

cannot distinguish friend from foe.

reverts to a fatigued state after the ability disengages.

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[fcxyeol]

| txt | yeah yeah; i'll remember that one, tiny B< 

(!* he's frowning now because park sandara is definitely lying to him, hiding something --.  there's something left unsaid but he doesn't press.  she'll talk to him if she wants to; that's what these texts are for.  to let her know he's there. ) 

| txt | ... are you saying you like it when i sweat you're so weird

| txt | i don't think i'm a boy scout like captain america where is the resemblance i'm squinting and i can't see it

| txt | that's my shining star !! now if only he'd stop being so lazy and sleeping until two on friday afternoons :T

| txt | are you trying to say i don't know you, park sandara bc if you are i am h u r t

| txt | if we're gonna be a comedy duo i need to exploit something and it's the easiest thing without outing you to the world as wolf girl 

| txt | yeah good luck with that; i'd love to see your face once it's smushed in the dirt.  don't mess with me, tiny

| txt | nah, if we're puppies you're definitely the chihuahua.  you can ride on my back and everything it's cool i know you like piggy back rides ㅋㅋㅋ

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[fcxyeol]

NAME: park chanyeol AGE: twenty one FAMILY: mother ; older sister ; father ( whereabouts unknown ) ; younger half brother ( existence unknown )  PERSONALITY: a little quiet, chanyeol tends to walk around with a furrow in his brow that lets on to his sour way of thinking --.  he's often ruminating on his past to the point that he becomes temperamental; he'll either lash out at the smallest of annoyances or ignore them with a heavy sigh and pretend that they do not exist.  a smile is something that's far too rare of an expression that paints his face.  but he has a hope that busan will be different than seoul, surrounded by new faces that do not know him or his past --.  so he's trying to be a little more civil.  trying being the key word, but it usually lapses into awkward silences where chanyeol flounders for some kind of normal human interaction ( that doesn't involve a punch to the other guy's gut or some kind of name calling ).   chanyeol tries, he really does.   SHORT BIO: chanyeol had a rough time of it growing up -- with his mother working one too many jobs and his sister left to take care of him, he's always known what hardship is really like.  his sister worked hard and his mother worked hard and he was left to pick up the pieces, fall into himself and glower over the wrongs done to his family because his father decided to leave them high and dry in a neighborhood that didn't give a jack shit whether they lived or died or were thrown on the streets.  and from the time he started school, chanyeol knew the despicable nature of others -- how they'd put you down for having less money, destroy your happiness just because they were one step ahead.  dealing with that for so many years led to a consistent state of malcontent, until he finally decided that he couldn't take it anymore and moved to busan for some fresh air, some peace and quiet.  with one less mouth to feed, his mother and his sister would be able to handle themselves better and he'd be far, far away from the bullshit kids who like to step on ants like him. or, so he thought.

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[fcxyeol]

(!* chanyeol thinks that it [ should be ] a little offensive, the way that james looks at him — like he’s a monster, like he’s terrifying. but he finds it impossible to really mind, because the poor boy is way too frail and far beyond the limits of sensitivities he’s set for himself. but chanyeol can’t help but feel that james will never get better if he sticks in one place all the time; experiences make you grow. he’s reminded too much of himself when he sees the stagnant, the fearful eyes and it almost [ almost ] breaks his heart. ) yeah !! you know, you haven’t been doing so well lately; i — . that’s what i’m here for. people call me the sun, did you know that? (!* his laugh is way too loud and he’s sure that it’ll hurt james’ ears and he’s sorry but chanyeol won’t limit himself because the world doesn’t limit the pain it inflicts on others. this is his way of teaching. james needs to learn sometime. there’s a lot of things that park chanyeol has come to expect from a person, and james has clearly exhibited all the signs of — well — a fraidy cat. and perhaps the term is way too juvenile, but it’s the only clear thing that chanyeol can think of at the moment when he says, ) if you have something to say to me, you can say it — (!* what he does not expect, though, is the vomit on his shirt as he holds james up by the hips towards the sun — ) … (!* he blinks. ) you’re just like a baby, you know that? (!* and then he laughs because he’s not really that bothered by it [ it’s not like there’s not another shirt in his bag anyway, because what if he gets dirty at the carnival hello — ] and he slings james over his shoulder with a pat on his lower back. ) it’s just a shirt, james. don’t worry.

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[fcxyeol]

(!* the change in persona is a little startling but chanyeol finds that it’s absolutely interesting — and he bounces on the balls of his feet and there might be a smile way too wide on his cheeks as he waits for the other male to start talking. hopefully he’s not creeped out by that. … hopefully. ) … (!* okay yeah, chanyeol laughs. ) ayyy, what’s up man. (!* his brow quirks a little and his hands are shoved into pockets. further observation needed. well, okay. ) not much, just — .. i dunno, exploring the school. kinda bored so i was doing a bit of my own .. (!* .. he trails off for a second when he thinks of how to word it. ) training, i guess. chilling, huh? (!* his nose crinkles with his amusement and chanyeol is sure his eye is twitching to give him that darling killer look but this is too rich and well, it’s too cute because —. this guy definitely doesn’t portray himself the dancing type, not the weird type. he looks more like a bully, or .. one of those birds that puff themselves up to look menacing. maybe that’s it. ) curiosity? you’re interesting. (!* a small shrug of his shoulders and he’s leaning back on his heels, itching for movement. ) what don’t you like about it here?