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@flvneur
reviving this muse at the worst time: finals week hah. i’d like to thank everyone for sending starters! i’m super excited to get to work on them after i finish up with finals! till then, i will hang out on im here as well as twitter (@flvneur). thank you all once more for the follow! don’t hesitate to hit me up for interactions because my son is in need of those! have a lovely day!
» 27 years young. French & Korean. Emergency Nurse. «
selective. strictly literate. oc acc. possible mature posts.
ohskvy:
Again, she chuckled and it seemed to be the one constant thing she did around him. Which wasn’t a bad thing – a good, great thing that happened because it helped her get better; become more happier inside, more pleasant about herself. And though her mind would drift back to the times of defeat, she viewed them as lessons, lessons to not over step those boundaries again but it was funny. Because to kill pain is to take pain because it only relinquished the emotions that were left behind from the pain before. “Whatever makes you sleep at night, Max. So how manly are you?” Daeun had asked as before smacking her lips together before releasing a hand to lean a smack on his shoulder, “Travelin’ with me would have been the best time of your life. Tch.” She squinted her eyes and poked his side once more before sighed with the can still laced in her hand, “Partyin’, bein’ each other’s right-hand man. Sounds fun to me.” She chuckled and took another sip before humming, “We’d honestly reenact the Hangover series.” All jokes of course but it was the most laughing experienced she had in a while.
“Manly enough to call myself manly.” Clearly, it wasn’t a valid reason. He’d have to prove how manly he is over the time they spend together and he surely hope that they would get more opportunities in the future. Their relationship is very chill and laid back, benefiting each other’s company with good vibes rather than anything stressful. The last thing anyone would need is added stress to one’s heavy shoulders. It was always fun when with her. The light hit coming in contact with his right shoulder results in him feigning massive pain, hissing through his gritted teeth before peeking with one eye to look at her reaction. “Best time of my life? How could you be so dang sure?” The words she mutters soak into his head and he could agree fully that it would be more than a good time. Of course, he’s going to put up an act and disagree regardless of what he truly thinks. “Toodaloo motherfuckaaa!” He cackles as he quotes the infamous line from the film, soon downing the remainder of his beer can.
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christianyu_: Still dreamin xL #christianyu #salts #xl 💯
daekan:
Disappointment melts onto his features, as he had became conscious of his lacking of a camera. Many times has it crossed his mind, popping up to remind him to purchase one for his own possession, but either money was not in his side, or he had forgotten due to becoming distracted of some other object. Beautifully detailed architecture flashed in front of them, to not capture it at the moment, would be a waste of sight. He’s in Haneda Airport— Japan, for crying out loud! He envies the partner whose flashes and clicks filled their atmosphere, and soon realizes his possession of a phone now. Slipping his hand on his pocket, he grabs his cellphone, and captured pictures from there. Not fully contented, but it was something, and the quality of modern phones were nothing to be laughed at. Caught off guard by the sudden tug of the male, he is abruptly pulled into a picture. A confused expression greets the already prepared male as he shifts his gaze to him, and the idea of smiling or posing for a photo eventually sinks into his mind. An epiphany separates his lips, and soon flashes the quickest smile he could form at that very second for the camera. Awkward it sure was, but he tried. Flash! After their luggage was kindly grabbed by the older, the two soon maneuver their way out the airport, photos still being busily taken in the midst of it by the runaway, but legs still moving. Feet soon stand at the side of the road, just a few feet outside the exit of the airport. There he watches people call for a mode of transportation; may it be a taxi or a bus. He assumed a taxi would be the most preferable in their case, and calls for one, placing their baggage in the trunk, inside they go in the vehicle. In a rather pressured state, his hands dig in his backpack to find the piece of paper they printed out as a reservation evidence for the hotel, and shows it to the driver. Words not being able to process easily in his mouth, he is only left pointing at the name typed on the paper, before being able to blurt out a mixture of English and Japanese, 「 あの。。。ホテル で — take us… drive…. ドライブ を 。。。ください。 」( Uhh… Drive us to the hotel… please ) The driver takes a second to let the young boy’s directions be absorbed in his mind, before becoming familiar with the hotel name, and soon driving off, leaving Daehyun in relief as he sinks back in his seat. His heart pretty much about to burst out his chest in nervousness. Occupied by the scenery outside the window, he endlessly captures photos on his phone, occasionally nudging the other to share what he had seen in his side of the view, and before they knew it, they had arrived.
Unfortunately, Maxim didn’t get to study useful Japanese phrases before the trip since he’s too busy burying his head in several textbooks for school. He wanted to be somewhat prepared to communicate with residents so he packed with him a Japanese-English dictionary that he got from his father a while ago. A “useful souvenir” was what his father called it as he tried to cheer up the youngin’ that expected figurines or just a plain t-shirt from Japan. That didn’t matter anymore. It was his turn to go crazy and spend his money on whatever catches his eys in the many shops of Tokyo. Hearing the broken Japanese coming from his left, he whips his head with an amused expression etched across his face. It wasn’t that he was making fun of his partner in his head or anything like that-- okay, maybe a little bit. It was fun to see that not only he will struggle with the language barrier. If spewing a few words here and there will get them somewhere or something, then they’ll spit some incorrect sentences all day.
There wasn’t a single person in the world that didn’t know how to say thank you or was familiar with ‘arigatou’, but it was informal and the last thing Maxim wanted was to offend a stranger. With his handy dandy dictionary in his grasp, he hastily flips through the many pages before scanning down the list of words, only to find the most formal thank you. 「 大変ありがとうございました。」 ( Many thanks. ) It sounded a bit odd to him, but it was enough for him to showcase his gratitude to the taxi driver after paying up. The sound of the wheels of their suitcases dragging along the ground echoed from behind as they made way to the check-in desk. He thought to himself that it would be very helpful that the hotel would be in English also like their website, but unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. “Aye, I hope you know your numbers because I don’t.Then again, we can all resort to our fingers to communicate what room we’re in.”
( amrgvn. )
Ah, well I just thought a vacation was needed after I get back into the swing of things you know? And thank you so much! It means a ton! What’s your name by the way?
Totally understandable. After such hard training and going through a rigorous tournament like that, it’s surely needed. Glad you chose a place like this though. It’s lovely here. Aye, it’s no problem. Well deserved. The name’s Maxim. It’s an honor to meet you.
"No, no -- Go back to sleep."
Chopin’s waltzes. Op. 64: No. 2 in C-sharp minor. Even if sleep dragged him by the ankles and pulled him in for a deep slumber, he’d perk up immediately once hearing the awfully familiar melody in a split second. How intricate the piece was showcased the genius’ mind quite clearly. The grace notes were nothing but graceful. Who knew that black and white keys could evoke such a blissful feeling. The piece was difficult, no doubt in mind. It would take a very skilled player to perfect it and of course, she was playing it. Maxim peeled back the blanket she covered his frame, he assumed, and allowed for his footsteps to lead the way to the waltz sounding from a room in the far corner. Sure, he’d probably catch a cold from the rain soaking his whole being earlier and that rest was the best option, but he couldn’t just lay still. He wanted to see the work of art preformed by a perfectionist. Peeking around the door frame, he watched the dance of her fragile fingers across the wooden boards as strings alternated from rapid pizzicato to slow and tender movements. Perhaps, his hum alarmed her and made his creeping come visible to her eyes. The male had to refuse her command, allowing himself into the room and sitting down beside her. He wanted to witness the passion pouring into his favorite piece of all time.
"Jesus Christ, take it easy next time. Look at these nail marks."
It wasn’t that he was scared. He just needed to hold onto something… tightly. If he knew that his strength would get the best of him in a time like this, he wouldn’t have wrapped his slender fingers around her forearm. But then again, he’d probably do it anyways due to instinct. The thrill of twisting and turning through the hot summer air on the huge roller coasters that stood tall in the sky excited his whole body. Maxim was beyond glad that his company that day agreed to his proposal because he had no one else in mind that would make a day in the amusement park this fun. The slight drag of a whine leaving her lips causes him to flick his eyes over to her reddened arm that had little crescents embedded on her epidermis. A mutter along the lines of a swear, he rubs over her skin with his palm as if it’ll get rid of the markings. “Sorry, but could you say that any louder? We don’t want these people thinking we fucked before coming here. Hah, coming– get it?” Of course, the male attempts at a pun to try to get rid of any feelings of anger from the marks he made on her. The marks were temporary anyways. Hopefully, any hard feelings from the incident were too.
You don’t need anyone’s affection or approval in order to be good enough. When someone rejects or abandons or judges you, it isn’t actually about you. It’s about them and their own insecurities, limitations, and needs, and you don’t have to internalize that. Your worth isn’t contingent upon other people’s acceptance of you – it’s something inherent. You exist, and therefore, you matter. You’re allowed to voice your thoughts and feelings. You’re allowed to assert your needs and take up space. You’re allowed to hold onto the truth that who you are is exactly enough. And you’re allowed to remove anyone from your life who makes you feel otherwise.
Daniell Koepke (via internal-acceptance-movement)
bold which habits your muse has
nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back or their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders
drop your aims!
The way his hands fooled around with his locks in a completely frustrated manner, how countless groans and sighs fell from his lips? The stress and tension that over powered him was evident and it made her worry some. Once the tips of her digits finished kneading out the various knots in his neck and shoulders, she pulled her chin in toward her chest slightly to gaze upon him with a sweet smile painted against her lips, shifting her free hand to have it cup perfectly around his cheek before gently stroking her thumb along his skin. “…How about a late night snack, hm? Think you can afford to have a ten minute break?”
That very curve plastering her lips brought him much comfort, knowing well that she could help him relax back and forget quite a few things that night. With that offer, he immediately got up from his seat and threw himself into her embrace before burying his face deep in the crook of her neck. “A snack in my dictionary is equivalent to a meal though and I’m sure a ten minute break wouldn’t suffice. Make it a few hours, dear. Be my distraction, hm?” He regains his stance on his two feet and flashes the same old dumb smile he shares whenever he’s with her.
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In all honesty, who doesn’t enjoy slender fingers combing through the hair strands on your scalp? It’s a heavenly feeling that causes a blissful relaxation almost in the snap of a finger. Maxim would even have moments where he wanted to grab Flora’s hand and put it on his head, knowing well that she would get the gesture right away. As if he were a puppy that needed some belly rubbing, playing with his hair was almost vital. Feeling her digits weaving into his hair, his eyes would automatically flutter close and his head would cock to the side to lay upon her gentle shoulder. She was able to untangle the knots in his muscles, allowing him to be able to breathe in the air and enjoy the rest of his night rather than feeding his thoughts solely about work. Stress wasn’t a thing when she was around (unless they were arguing).
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After communicating that she had to use the restroom for a quick second, Maxim continued to saw his slab of meat that laid on his plate. He slipped in the strip of tender meat in his mouth before chewing and thinking how good of an idea it was to have dinner together that night. The male was beyond exhausted from working in the lab all day and he was sure that her schedule was packed, making her run left and right to attend events for her fans. Maxim had no idea how she escaped out for the night from such strict authority, but he was surely glad that she could keep him company, even if it was for a short while. However, if she were to be caught and held under harsh consequences, she would be on her own. Kidding. He isn’t that much of a coward.
Perhaps, he was too caught up in his thoughts to even notice the approaching footsteps from behind. The sudden touch of fingers pressing into his sides cause him to screech in alarm, having his knees bang under the table from the surprise. His eyes flutter close and his dark orbs disappear momentarily as he begins to cackle uncontrollably while desperately gasping for air at the ticklish sensation. His ultimate weakness? Being tickled. Is it an embarrassing thing to admit? It sure was to him. He tried not to convey how sensitive certain parts of his body were, but somehow his companion knew all too well. She took advantage of it and he wasn’t liking it. He had to get her back somehow... someday.
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The desk was scattered with records of patients and test results from the many tubes he dealt with in lab earlier. Confidential information that he had to absorb like a sponge. The back of his head was throbbing quite strongly as an ache dictated his whole being in that moment. Diagnosis: tension headache. Maxim was stressed, allowing for his muscles along his shoulders and neck to become awfully tense that pain surged through his head as well. With his companion here for the night, he felt somewhat relieved since she was the one that would calm his spirits by simply looking at him. Her presence was a healing mechanism of sorts. His body language probably signaled that he needed further calming to his physical features and she knew what to do right away. The tips of her fingers pressed with a great amount of pressure to the knotted areas of his upper body that resulted in a low groan rumbling in the back of his throat at the satisfying touch. After a quick massage session, he wraps his slender fingers around her wrist and pressed a gentle kiss along her knuckles before peering up at her with crescent shaped eyes, expressing his gratitude in having her by his side.
some plots.
coffee shop; character a works at the local coffee shop. one day at work, they meet character b. there was an instant connection that could be felt by nearly everyone. character a starts writing cute little messages on character b’s cappuccinos which soon escalates to a heated relationship.
fake relationship; character a is a popular, high class celebrity with tons of publicity. character b, on the other hand, is a not so popular celebrity with lots of bad publicity. putting the two together seemed like a great idea.
kidnapping; character b is on the run and their only option of possibly getting out free, in their mind, is kidnapping character a. character a is the mayor’s child and is possibly a great chance for a million dollar ransom.
she looks so perfect; character a and character b have an adorable relationship. they’re always together and get along better than anyone could ever imagine. so it’s no surprise when the two move in together. their new home together leads to wearing each other’s clothing, little love notes lying around, and lots and lots of sex.
disconnected; character b is going through a hard time. being a celebrity isn’t everything they imagined it would be. their only escape is character a.
story of my life; character a and character b are going through a rocky road in their relationship. they are constantly fighting and most of their arguments head toward the direction of breaking up. but, character b won’t let character leave that easily.
strong; character b is boxer. they fight each and everyday. each and everyday, there’s one person standing ringside. character a. many people say that character a’s their lucky charm.
happily; character b fell in love with character a the second they saw them. the only problem is, character a has a special someone already. all character b has to do is get character a to fall for them and turn the spinning rumors into something real.
little white lies; character a is a player and character b is their target. character a is constantly playing games with character b and character b doesn’t mind one little bit. they’ll happily play games with character a.
better than words; character a and character b met online. they continuously kept talking until finally, they agreed on meeting. when they finally met, they realized that they were both way better than words on a computer screen could ever possibly describe.
russian roulette; character a moved away from home and became a hitman. they don’t particularly like their job but, they have no other options at this point. when they are ordered to kill character b, they don’t think anything of it. until they find that character b is a friend from back home.
