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After I had truly displayed her through my veil. I hid her from myself, with the garment of mine own existence, And, out of jealousy, I hid her from the envier. Nakamoto Yuta; Multiverse & Multiship disclaimer.⊗.

[kienaide]

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[femaleidol]

Tzuyu’s purple hair appreciation post

[lukexfinch]

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[kienaide]

yifxnn:

Jungkook is displeased when their time limit comes from Yuta’s lips despite having said it himself merely moments prior - it just reminds him that their adorations and affections have constraints, that they don’t have the same privileges normal people have, not rights. “Don’t pick some old guy over me.” He mutters darkly with a sigh, dropping the leaves in a random, half hearted attempt in the direction of the bedside table before returning his hand, curling it around the other’s nape to bring him down while he simultaneously rises to meet him, soft, lonely lips meeting another’s.

“You should know now, better than anyone else that everything’s far from okay.” He murmurs against Yuta’s lips, pressing another kiss, then another, a series of soft pepperings in sequence as his arms wrap around his lover tightly, knowing that they have plenty of time yet it was far from sufficient. 

Jungkook is due on tour soon - almost a month of leaving the country and being away. Sure, they’ve done that before, facetiming and chatting being a bridge to ease the agony, but it’s not enough, Jungkook is always left unsated, unsatisfied until he has the other in his presence, can taste and feel him, and Yuta tastes like strawberries and feels like ‘home’, whatever that means.

His hands slide down the latter’s spine, smoothing along the fabric of his shirt until his palms press against the small of Yuta’s back. He scoffs, pressing another slow, lingering kiss to the other’s lips. “Your back is stiff. Are you sleeping on couches again?” Jungkook prods in disapproval, firmly kneading into the taut muscles of his lover’s back. “Lay down.” He commands, pinching lightly.

“You should know that I will choose you over anyone in any given day, Jungkook, even now.“ he consoles the younger one using his gentle voice whilst his eyes watching every movement that the other is making until the firm fingers hook around his cervical, he tips his down to meet the latter’s lips halfway without reluctance at all. Taste of heaven is like this. He sighs at the truth that is stinging, though he welcomes each of every kiss that the boy is providing by angling his head to make them more languid. There is something about each reciprocation: they taste sweeter each time than the last. It is a thing that he does not know the method Jungkook is able to do it; the exact mechanism on how he always leave Yuta wanting more and more of him. There are no boundaries to his want and need for Jungkook. The scoff is enough for the Japanese idol to raise his brow in questioning, he promptly brushes their lips again, this time he initiates the kiss with his hand cupping Jungkook’s cheek and he simply hums. “Walking to the bedroom could be a hassle at times,“ he admits with a sigh expelled from his parted lips when he feels the motion that sends his tensed muscles into relaxation. The pinch has him chuckling as he obeys on the command and at that he takes the opportunity to slide his right hand into the younger’s shirt, appreciating the toned abdomen. He positions himself comfortably with his eyes never leaving their sight to take in all the features that might have changed during their time being apart. The back of his head sinks onto the pillow and his hand that is on Jungkook’s cheek now travels down to curl around on his neck softly. “I am in your hands now.“ there are small curls on the corner of his lips.

[bibi-yoi-makaron]

[kienaide]

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・ﾟ✧* ♡ @kienaide liked for a starter. x

a pout crossed crystal’s face as she looked out from her cover at the rain that was falling hard. normally she wouldn’t mind the rain, out in the cold drops. but sadly, today wasn’t on of those days. her camera hanging around her neck was a sign she was supposed to be taking pictures and the weatherman said it was supposed to be bright all day. clearly, they were wrong. ′ do you think it’ll stop soon? ′ the girl muttered with a small laugh to the person next to her.

′ it should be. ′ somehow, the girl’s laughter was a total juxtaposition if he were to lay it next to the sullen weather. he reached out his hand to feel the hard splatter on his palm, truly, the weather was a harsh one. ‘ i suppose you have to halt your objectives behind unless you would like to take pictures of the rain or people running to find shelter thanks to it. ‘ he joked on the matter. ‘ photography student? ’

[kienaide]

"Why are you always so happy?" - Aki

Deep Ass Starters. ; @darkillusixn

“Have you ever heard of... that saying: be happy even though it hurts?“ Truthfully, it was the least expected question coming out from Aki which is why it had led him to place his hand on his nape, gently massaging the skin as a form to ease out the slight hapless on how to answer his query. “It was something that I have learned over time. It kinda helps to just forget the pain and slowly it became part of me. A coping mechanism as you may say“ he pressed his lips together. “I always try to be happy most of the time so I appear that way.“ this time he shrugged his shoulders. “Why do you ask?“

[kienaide]

Yuta soughed. His frustration was something that he should contain it to himself but somehow it propragated more than he initially thought. “I’m sorry.“ He toned down on his spiteful tone into something lighter, hoping that the other understood that he meant no harm; a contradtiction to his threat. he teeth sank on his bottom for brief seconds. “i was just-” irritated by something. those words did not come out.  “do you need my help?“

[kienaide]

📚

Send “📚” and I will flip to a random page in a book and use the first line of dialogue I see as a starter. ; @mysticflurry

He promptly wetted his lips as his heart was pumping quite quickly thanks to the epinephrine coursing through his vessels. It is though, however, curiosity always kill the cat and he was currently the cat.  “I wonder if you would mind putting your hand on my head the way you did before. There’s something I want to check.“ He breathed those words alive as he looked into Vincent’s eyes, hoping he would comply to his plea. It would be brilliant if Vincent would just play along despite how absurd it is.

                                                                                   (book: the wind-up bird chronicle; page: 479)

[kienaide]

continued from here ; @exposedemotions

ever since he walked out that day, yuta had been traveling time just to keep himself busy from thinking about the demon, their complicated relationship, mistakes that had not point on reliving but they often commit them again and again. he thought he can exactly do that when he was in another time dimension but fuck, every hour and every minute despite living the past all he could ever think of was dylan that whenever he was alone, the demon often became the catalyst of his sleepless nights. all the jargons that he had been feeding himself do him no justice at all. he was still feeding himself with the notions that they are better off this way, not seeing each other and let things die. After witnessing the happy union of a random couple in the year 1957, he figured it was time to go home (with a painful pang of how others’ relationships looked easier than his own). Exiting through the chapel’s door, he was unraveled with the sight of a bar. Somewhere where he had not wanted to go and somehow his own abilities served him wrong. he looked around for the way out but the second he wanted to walk, his body rendered motionless the moment he caught on the familiar figure on one of the stalls. that person (who is still dearest to him) was talking to someone with his fingers wrapped around the glass but his body’s languid movement was enough for the human to know that he is nearing his thresholds to lash out at the person next to him. funny because that person next to him used to be himself whenever they had their episodes of petty argument which is why he does not hesitate to walk over and touched his shoulder. He could have sworn even at that simple touch, his fingers burned with the sudden influx of emotions rushing through him but he ought to maintain his composure anyways as he confidently articulated those four words. He thanked god that he did not stutter his way out to voice them out because his hands felt cold upon his past lover’s shoulder.

   "you’re welcome.” came his short reply though he felt slightly weird when the gratitude was laid onto him. the universe must be tired today had him chuckling fleetingly, hand falling down resting on the other’s shoulder bone promptly prior to nodding his head. ”yeah, i think so too.” he dared not to meet the latter’s eyes and he wondered if it is okay to just sit here, drinking next to the man but he thought it is better not to. What if he could not hold himself together in front of dylan? everything will be futile (when it is fuitle anyways), “i am tired too.” he had no idea why he said that but it was the truth. not heeding to his mind his body moved to sit next to dylan anyways. “mind if i join you? if i am a bother i would just you know, find another spot.”

[musesgonnamuse]

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[nct127]

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