honey, you're familiar

[fvrmeden]

𝐟𝐯𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐧 — semi - selective , multi - muse with slow to medium activity residing in gmt + 2 , maintained by meep ( 26 , she / her )

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[nouvelis]

haneul chuckles at art’s retort, before shaking his head. “it’s hard to reverse your image now that you’re the opposite of mysterious.” instead art is warm, familiar, like the grey cardigan he always reaches for when the chills begin to sweep, the same coffee that he needs daily to keep him awake and the hug he always comes back to. tingles run down his skin as art draws patterns over his thighs mindlessly, thoroughly unaware of what the little touches do to haneul’s head. it doesn’t mean haneul goes out of his way to stop it by resting his hand over art’s to still it, though. instead, he just endures, though his heart begins to beat faster without his permission. “it wasn’t a no though, was it?” he teases back with a playful grin, before he chuckles at the idea of art teaching him how to dance. “i fear that you’ll have a really hard time teaching me.” he was a great athlete and decent at following movements shown to him, but his sense of rhythm was horrible. his arms circle around art’s waist, resting there comfortably as he leans in. “i’m not greedy — a few kisses would suffice.” 

[fvrmeden]

art scoots even closer, resting in haneul's hold and simply enjoying his closeness. he supposes that after a day like he just had, this is something that he definitely deserves, more than anything. and he hopes that there is nobody about to knock on his door, just like haneul did. to be fair, he cannot imagine anyone else being equally as concerned anyway. "you cannot sell yourself so short. need to drive a harder bargain," art tuts, his tone serious as if he were teaching him some time-forgotten old knowledge. but to be fair, he does stand by it, haneul has so many good qualities that he deserves to ask for stuff. "but i think we need to do it anyway. suddenly, i got so obsessed with seeing you dance," he snickers. wiggling a little bit, art turns around so that he throws his legs over haneul's lap, almost sitting on it. "don't worry though, i will not make fun of you... maybe just a little bit. and every single thing will be very thoroughly compensated too," and with that he leans in, pressing their lips together to show haneul just the exact nature of his future compensation.

[gcholdtrops]

~    ♡    —-   continued  from  here  | @fvrmeden

     watches kitae move through the room without his eyes escaping his frame, primarily because roan knew it go to him, knew that his entire presence bothered the other  ;  the only thing male looked forward to during this entire process, was the fact that he could mess with kitae. roan calling it a coping mechanism, trying to ignore the repetitive times others compared him to the other  ;  not being able to reach high notes as well, keep a tone long enough in a stable sound  ...  just like kitae could. it was infuriating, to say the least.  “ your name never willingly leaves my mouth, it's my ears who has to constantly listen to it. ”  sneers back after the other idolizes the idea of him using his name in several occasions, when in fact he had to hear it more times than he had ever said it aloud himself. frame moves instinctively when kitae sits across from him, forearms coming to a rest atop of the table, crossed and there was no display of him starting to write. in fact, that same annoying smirk just draws itself onto plush brims.  “ have you secretly been watching my interviews ? sine you know others refer it to that ? ”  head tips, a question which could've seemed fairly innocent in other scenarios but, the none-existent bond between the two of them, proved that it was just another taunt thrown the other's direction.  “ but also, don't expect me to do all the work so you can slack and get credits for it... give me something to work with, or for ~ ”  pen sits between digits, fidgeted around in a dance almost while flashing a mischievous smirk to male sitting across from him, pushing the ball back over to his half of the room  ;  ping-ponging, as some would say when coming up with new ideas.  “ so, what's it gonna be, dream boy ? ”  querying, calling out what the other's fans would call him, having found the comparison ridiculous  —-  but he'd never admit kitae had the visage to fit that description, not before laying on his death bed.

[fvrmeden]

it does not really take long before roan throws the same thing straight into his face and honestly... kitae hates to admit that maybe he has watched a few of his interviews. out of curiosity! and deep hatred, of course! but he likes to browse on social media and sometimes he gets tagged when people are talking about him. and considering how everyone and their mother likes to put his and roan's name together, he has managed to stumble across some interviews. "you wish. i actually just guessed because you are just so predictable or something," he rolls his eyes, trying to get the other off of his scent. because what would be next after admitting to watching a few interviews here and there? would they be forced to work even more together? will he get all of kitty's deepest secrets out of him too? "to work for? what could you even want. tell the whole world that i am admitting that you are better in everything?" he quirks up his eyebrow, resting his chin in the palm of his hand. "and i don't like to lie so i guess i need to decline," he huffs, tilting his head to the side. "and as if i could let you work all alone, who knows what you will come up with. you need some supervision, clearly," he rolls his eyes before his gaze flickers all over the table, looking around at last. for now, most of his attention was on roan anyway. god, he really does not feel like doing this at all. "or maybe you can just do the first half of the song, i do the second. we find some common melody and we don't need to talk more than necessary," he sighs. it is a foolish hope, because if they want the song to work, that is the worst idea ever. and kitae is stubborn, he doesn't want his song to flop even at the expense of being nice to roan. semi nice.

[ivygrcws]

he feels self-conscious, insecure, and silly, but creed has the ability to make him feel at ease. the simple words of praise make milo feel weak ( and thank god creed is holding onto him or else he might've melted ). milo can't help but let his mind wander - - god, he can imagine that creed would talk him through other things, perhaps even praise him for other things - - and his heart skips several beats. needy whine is pulled from his lungs when he feels creed move his hand, already missing the contact. milo nods, wide-eyed as he listens to creed's instructions - - grateful for the other's patience. the flame symbolizes so much ( the spark milo feels whenever he looks at creed, the burning of milo's innocence, a bright light guiding him through the process ). overwhelmed, milo tries taking a deep breath and fails at letting the flame catch, coughing as he takes the cigarette out of his mouth and rests his head on creed's shoulder. "pathetic, huh?" he laughs shyly after regaining composure.

[fvrmeden]

creed's gaze is completely fixed on milo's lips as he takes a deep breath, making sure that he holds the flame close so that the end of it could catch. of course, milo doesn't manage to do it on the first try, and honestly, creed is not even surprised. "hey, it's not bad," creed shakes his head, patting milo on his knee before letting his hand rest right there as he rolls the cigarette between his fingers. honestly, when he first started smoking, he has never been any better. and that is what he says too. "everyone sucks at first. maybe we should try somethin' else," he hums before an idea comes to his head. reaching out, he presses his thumb against milo's chin, gently pushing it down. "but you need to trust me, okay? and open your mouth," he whispers. "you're gonna breathe in. i'll let you know when." creed quickly lights up the cigarette before putting down the lighter and resting his hand on milo's thigh again. with one more look into milo's eyes, creed takes a deep drag before leaning so impossibly close, only inches before their lips touch, and breathes the smoke straight into milo's mouth.

[nouvelis]

“a full seven weeks? i’m not sure if i have enough pto for that. maybe i should just quit my job entirely.” she chuckles, finding it easy to slip off into a daydream with him even though she knows it’s uncertain whether their paths will merge again after this. yes, he is telling her that he would love to rekindle things in the future, but who knows what tomorrow holds for sure? maybe his divorce proceedings turn out to be longer and more troublesome than expected, maybe one or both of them gets back together with their exes, or simply moves on with someone new — someone better. she shakes her head at his gentle apology, wrapping her arms around his neck as her fingers brush through his soft hair. “i’m sorry too.” but life is full of tragedies and ill-fated romances. “maybe it could’ve been different if we’d met each other first.”

[fvrmeden]

jaehwa never really thought that he would be here — at the brink of divorce, which is not pulling at his heart more than what is happening right now. the things between him and his ex died out some time ago, and even if he mourned the relationship that they had, he cannot get himself to feel as much remorse about it as he does right now. his hand finds its way to leah's waist, his thumb brushing along it. "and here i thought that you had fallen for my divorcee charm. maybe it wouldn't have happened without it," he tries to go for lighthearted, but it ends up sounding rather bittersweet in the end. because as much as he would love to tease and joke, they cannot hide the end that is approaching them at a really fast speed. "i don't wanna delete your number though. we can-..." honestly jaehwa does not really know how to navigate this. even though they both know what is happening. "maybe we can just see. you can still text me about how you are doing," he offers. but he already knows that they are both going to be too tired and busy to do any sensible communication.

[oppalus]

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[nouvelis]

“don’t worry — there’s a doctor here if you need help with your heart condition.” she jests, before her lips curl upward at the quiet confession. “did you?” it’s something that she often wonders, whether she comes up in his mind too just as he does hers, whether she’s the only one that still holds onto fragments of the past and their doomed, yet beautiful romance. “then why didn’t you call?” it isn’t said as an accusation, but merely a vocal extension of her genuine curiosity. she’s not one to point fingers either, given that she didn’t have the courage to reach out first either. “that’s so cheesy, even for you, jae.” she chastises softly, shaking her head with a light, airy laughter. “i wish all my patients were that easily cured. would save me a lot of time and effort.” the telltale flutter in her chest returns when his warm hand brushes over her arm. “that’s really good to know,” she echoes, her voice genuine, before it returns to its jesting cadence. “i’m glad you spotted me in the crowd before i got completely distracted by the stripper.” she muses, leaning closer as if to whisper. “i guess fate does work in mysterious ways.”

[fvrmeden]

isn't that a good question. well, jaehwa really regrets that now, knowing the warm nature of their meeting. but the truth is, jaehwa is a scared man. he'd rather think about things, wish that they were different but rarely go forward to claim those wishes for himself. "maybe i waited for our fateful encounter in the hospital," he says light-heartedly. "but i was a little bit unsure. not about wanting to meet you, but if the things changed." that's something he has always been wondering about and ultimately the thing that tied his hands together, unable to do anything. he laughs at her teasing though, shaking his head. "won against stripper, feels like christmas came early. i know that i wouldn't stand a chance once that he starts dancing without shirt," he chuckles, his knee brushing against hers. a moment passes and then jaehwa's eyes shine with determination that he should have found a long time ago. "what are you doing next thursday?"

[nouvelis]

this was indeed a dingy bar that ivy would never have stepped foot inside otherwise, if it weren't to spend more time with mia, who had entirely captured her attention. ivy was far more used to galas and parties held in luxurious hotels or penthouses that cost more than most people could ever dream of earning over their entire lifetimes — more accustomed to her circle of polished socialites with their fake, pretty smiles. her finger trailed against the cool, sweating surface of her half-finished glass of raspberry mojito, before she straightened up from where she was sitting once she spotted mia approaching. ivy rolled her eyes at the comment, pulling back from the kiss with a look of mock annoyance. “that’s funny, mia.” she said dryly. “i’m only here because of you.” she added it honestly and simply — never one to look away from her raw desires or ignore them without active pursuit.

[fvrmeden]

mia laughs, but still feels honestly at least a little bit touched. because she knows that this is not exactly mia's scene at all. "and i appreciate it so much. gave me a little confidence boost," she grins, running her hand along ivy's side as she steps closer. her gaze flickers to the drink that is still sitting on the table. "i didn't know they even do this kinda thing here. or did you teach them yourself?" that is something that mia lowkey wishes that she could see — ivy being annoyed that they don't have the drink that she likes, so she shoves some internet recipe into their face. ivy always has that aura around her, that she simply goes after what she wants and mia really likes that about her. "but i think you got little bit too much attention. did you enjoy flirting with that guy?" it is not like mia actually knows what happened. through the noise of the bar, it is difficult for her to hear herself, and not even hear what is happening on the other side of the room. but that does not mean she appreciated some random guy chatting up ivy.

[bearytender]

lucas'  shoulders  rise  and  fall  in  a  quiet  shrug,  enough  to  make  it  clear  that,  as  far  as  he  is  is  concerned,  there  is  nothing  left  to  question.  they  were  still  partners,  and  that  is  all  that  matters.  with  that  settled,  he  returns  his  attention  to  the  food  in  front  of  him,  eating  with  the  concentration  of  someone  who  has  gone  too  long  without  it,  hunger  dulling  everything  else  around  him.  he  has  not  had  a  proper  meal  since  the  day  before,  and  the  bowl  of  rice  in  his  hands  demands  more  of  his  attention  than  the  noise  filling  the  cafeteria.

he  is  halfway  through  another  bite,  listening  absentmindedly  to  june,  when  his  head  lifts  without  warning.  first  the  invitation  to  come  over  had  caught  him  off  guard,  but  staying  the  night  is  something  else  entirely.  for  a  brief  moment,  he  almost  asks  if  june  has  never  heard  the  things  people  say  about  him,  the  rumors  that  seem  to  follow  him  through  every  hallway,  if  he  has  somehow  missed  the  reputation  everyone  else  appears  so  certain  of, to see if he would still be sure of that invitation.  the  question  lingers  only  inside  his  head  before  quietly  fading  away.

“  i  accept.  ”  the  answer  leaves  him  without  hesitation,  as  though  his  mouth  has  decided  before  the  rest  of  him  has  the  chance  to  think.  a  second  later,  he  gives  a  small  nod,  reinforcing  it  with  quiet  certainty.  “  yeah,  i  accept.  ”  there  is  no  version  of  the  world  where  he  would  willingly  turn  down  the  chance  to  spend  a  night  somewhere  that  is  not  his  own  house.  “  just  tell  me  when  i  should  leave,  and  i'll  be  gone.  no  trouble.  ”  the  promise  comes  naturally,  offered  with  the  ease  of  someone  used  to  making  himself  as  easy  to  get  rid  of  as  possible.  he  takes  another  mouthful  of  food  before  glancing  back  up  at  june.  “  what  do  i  need  to  bring?  i  don't  have  all  the  biology  notes.  ”

[fvrmeden]

the  waiting  time  until  lucas  actually  agrees  is  not  actually  that  long,  even  though  it  feels  like  eternity.  june  already  considers  many  things  during  that  time.  taking  it  back,  running  away,  possibly  moving  to  a  completely  different  city  while  he  is  at  it.  maybe  he  should  not  be  so  dramatic,  but  he  wants  this  to  go  well!  and  what  if  he  comes  out  as  clingy  or  something...  he  is  not  sure  if  lucas  would  accept  that.  but  his  worries  are  swept  away  when  the  other  boy  agrees,  accepting  his  offer.

his  eyes  widen,  and  june  smiles  widely,  his  teeth  showing.  he  clears  his  throat  a  second  after  that,  trying  to  contain  his  smile  as  much  as  he  possibly  can.  but  to  be  fair  he  is  not  really  good  at  it.  "really?"  he  asks  as  if  lucas  did  not  say  it  two  times  already.  "maybe  just  bring  as  many  notes  as  you  can,  little  bit  is  still  better  than  nothing.  and  your  books.  and  if  we  don't  find  anything  in  either  one  of  our  notes,  we  just  check  the  books.  we  got  this!"  june  nods  rather  seriously,  very  much  convinced  about  their  success  already.  to  be  fair,  biology  is  not  his  strongest  suit,  but  he  wants  to  try  anyway.  and  he  knows  that  lucas  will  not  bring  him  down  either. "and  you  can  stay  as  long  as  you  want!  we  can  uhm...."  suddenly  overwhelmed  with  so  many  things  that  they  can  do  and  not  really  sure  about  what  he  wants  to  do  first.  and  what  lucas  would  even  want  to  do  in  the  first  place.  "you  know,  i  learned  how  to  make  pizza  dough.  do  you  want  to  try  it?  i  can  teach  you  too,"  he  sounds  rather  excited  about  the  prospect  of  having  lucas  at  his  home.

[lightsideofseoul]

⧽ @fvrmeden.

           ❛ Dohun! Stop stealing my brother from me, we need sibling quality time. ❜            

[fvrmeden]

dohun frowns, crossing his arms over his chest. "hey, i'm not stealing him! he is willingly spending time with me," he counters instead. it is something that is still really precious to him, that someone is actively choosing him like this. "and we also need quality time together. so yeah. i will not stop." he feels so stubborn all of sudden even if it is literally not that serious.

[fvrmeden]

my parents are visiting for a few days so replies are slow/paused <3 ty for the patience guys I will give u all the attention after they go home

[tvarchive]

Red, White & Royal Blue (2023) dir. Matthew Lopez

[sturmboe]

One wouldn't think the consumption of narcotics should in any way affect someone who's dead, which was also what Summer himself had theorized at first, only to have been proven deeply wrong when he had woken up on the side of the road the first time around. Now he was just happy to feel relatively normal in this way, getting drunk like any other person should his age, getting to cling to a handsome man whom he'd tried to swoon. "Oh yeah? Where are you taking me, pretty boy?" Arms slid around Dohun's neck, not with any strength as it was more of a stumble on the younger man's end as he leaned into the other. "I saw you watching me all night, I know I made a new fan outta you...my fans are all so hot." Lulled, slurred, slow words and yet a charming smile to the curl of full lips. Dead things are meant to stay dead, in a way Summer wouldn't even be too angry about getting offed again but that wasn't even on his mind.

[fvrmeden]

Maybe Dohun can still save this. Certainly, this must be the best opportunity that he can get! Usually, his targets are much more secretive, especially when they figure out that there is something on. Dahun tries to be discreet about it... there is no need to alarm humans, but they are supernaturals for a reason. So this is basically as if given Summer's future on a silver platter. And yet... all of his reasoning is thrown out the window when Summer stumbles and wraps his arms around him. Naturally, there is nothing else for Dohun to do but to wrap his arms around Summer's waist in return. "Mhm, I saw you watching me too. Kinda surprised that you haven't come to say hello sooner." Or ran away sooner. For a moment, Dohun considered that he had been found out. A group of people walks past them, laughing loudly, and Dohun realizes that this is not exactly a discreet place. "How about you come to mine? You look like you cannot walk straight anyway. Does that sound like good kidnapping to you?" He chuckles, his hand running along Summer's side.

[dolliesthouse]

𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 : w / m / nb ( 22+ ) 𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒕 : "you're twitching too much on the table and ruining your new tat, maybe holding my hand would help???" 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆 : natalia  de  león  ;   (  mid  to  late  twenties  )  inde  navarrette. she/her.  pan.  russian  tattoo  artist  that  may  or  may  not  be  a  spy. @indiestarter

" aww — poor baby's scared of needles, huh ? " she cooed, teasing. " need me to hold your hand ? "

[fvrmeden]

jude did not really do much research into tattoos before he booked the session. something that he is now regretting because the placement he chose — right on his ribs — hurts so fucking much. "i'm not scared..." he trails off, his gaze flickering to the needle that is about to pierce through his skin again. well, maybe at the end of this he might as well be because this damn machine must have come straight from hell. "but if the professional says that it will help," he actually does offer his hand, trying to play it off as if he is very calm and was not just gripping onto his shirt as hard as possible to keep himself still (which absolutely did not help.)

[nouvelis]

haneul laughs softly at the complaint, before shrugging. “i guess i was just born a romantic.” hardly — his parents were more business partners than they were a couple, but it didn’t stop the young man from pursuing love even in his now unfavourable circumstances. he didn't go out to seek it, but what's he supposed to do when it has captured his heart without knowing? all he knows is that he adores the smile blooming on art’s face and wants to keep it there — some people call this love, don’t they? “are you going to put me in jail?” he asks next, his grin unwavering. perhaps he should hold himself back, but he’s over the moon when art agrees to his reckless idea. but they can make this work, right? try their best to keep their little, precious bubble of joy. “oh, is that it?” he tilts his head, amused by art’s plan. “remind me again who was it that kissed me first in the closet?” he whispers, his lips still tingling from the earlier touch, the forbidden kiss that was a tremendous risk to take but they took it anyway. “got it.” he nods in agreement, happy to follow art’s every command. “sounds not too different from what we we’re already doing, then.” 

[fvrmeden]

it is probably the silliest conversation that they have had to date, but art really does not mind in the slightest. It actually feels rather nice, as if they are simply just art and haneul, enjoying each other's company, and there is nothing complicated that is tied to themselves. "of course. i take law very seriously," he snickers because it couldn't be farther from the truth. it is not like art does not respect the rules but... he likes to break them at the same time. maybe it really does make sense that he found himself in this little thing with haneul. "hey! it was..." he stammers off. "it was your fault! for being uhm-... for being so close to me! and being so handsome. maybe if you had something like a mask all over your face i would not want to kiss you all the time," he grumbles under his breath because clearly it is haneul's sole fault and he does not really get why the other doesn't see it. he squeezes haneul's hand, turning himself a little bit more in his seat so he can face haneul even better. "but i guess i can forgive you if you give me a kiss. or two," he demands with the same little smile on his lips. and because he is not exactly patient enough to wait, he does lean closer to steal one himself. after all, art is more than used to going for things that he wants the most and not waiting until they are given to him. suddenly a little bit serious, art gulps down before giving haneul's hand one more squeeze. "but if someone catches us... let me take the blame, okay?" art is more than sure that he can believably spin the story in haneul's favor.

[lightsideofseoul]

⧽ Haewon Song. ( Plot. ) Open to anyone ( M if romantic. )

°｡🍊𓏲⋆.🧺 ₊˚    — Haewon laid on the ground helplessly, staring up at the person who he thought was his friend.           ❛ Why.. what went wrong between us? ❜            The man’s voice came out ragged as his shaky hand reached up to gently latch onto them, hands shaking even more rapidly as his grip tightened around their sleeve, vision slightly fading in and out, his childhood best friend was now a sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ to him.

[fvrmeden]

gunwoo shakes off the hands that are reaching out for him. it pains him to do so, because once upon a time he was the one fighting for haewon. but now they are on opposite sides, and the one that he is fighting is haewon himself. "you should never have gotten involved into this. i told you to stay away," he frowns, taking a step back. he knows that someone will come pick haewon up, that he won't stay alone for too long. but now he won't be the one helping him out.

[nouvelis]

silently, haneul braces himself for whatever that’s about to come — of course, he’s hoping art would say yes, but if it’s a no that he receives, so be it. at least he won’t be tossing and turning all through the night, plagued by the maddening unsaid and the lingering what-ifs. all he knows now is that he doesn’t want to move forward keeping his affection in his chest, like a secret that doesn’t deserve to be heard. that he wants more and he doesn’t want to keep wondering whether art likes him the same way anymore. he didn’t know he’s holding a breath until art’s words relieve him from his doubts and he finally lets himself take the breath that he’s been too nervous to. a smile blooms on his face now, mirroring art’s. “maybe more reckless, too.” he admits, but there’s no sign of regret in his tone. he watches as art’s hand reaches to rest atop of his, before he entwines their fingers together, the smile on his face growing wider. “then we can be fools together.” haneul hums, before bringing their joined hands closer to him, until he can press a kiss on the back of art’s hand. “that doesn’t sound so bad, does it?” it’s stolen happiness, maybe, but there must be more to life than just enduring.

[fvrmeden]

art tilts his head to the side, watching how haneul intertwines their fingers together, bringing their hands to his lips to press a kiss against the back of his. a fond smile blooms on his face, and his gaze flickers away for a sole moment. "who taught you to be this smooth? it should be illegal," art complains, but instead of actually doing something about it, he just squeezes haneul's hand a little bit tighter. he lets himself just grin stupidly at haneul for a few moments, just letting the feelings of excitement settle. soon after, he waves his index finger in front of haneul's face. "okay but we need to be even more cautious. no kissing at all! cannot even look at me!" but he hates the idea as soon as it leaves his lips, and to be fair... he actually is not sure if he can do all of that! it was already difficult to really stay away when things were like they were, and even when there are more things at stake now, the thrill of it does not really fade away. just like the want of being close to haneul. "okay, i guess you can do all that. we can just find better spaces to hide at."