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[lvsxsleep]

niiaque‌:

⌜    *   .       ❛    @lvsxsleep     /      STARTER   !

                   if   there’s   a   way   to   define         junhee,    it’s    inconsistent  .    brat  of  a  girl    /    bronze - shielded  without  an  ounce  of  glory.    her  relationships  prove  just  as  sparse  as  her  presence,    but  olivia  is  something  of  a  platform  within  that.    joo’s  request  is  as  typical  &  sporadic  as  usual  :    just  something  to  let  her  toke  up  a  few  times  in  the  upcoming  weeks.    until  she  needs  her  again.    at  a  surface  level,    this  could  very  well  lead  to  the  usual  suppressed,   bubbling  guilt  at  the  root  of  her;    but  she  only  feels  excitement  instead.    creeping  desire.    their  meets  became  something  to  look  forward  to.    a  treat.    without  the  overabundance  that  made  it  grow  tiring  .    and  with  a  curl  to  her  lips  at  the  end  of  liv’s  doorway,    junhee  simply  asks,

              ❛   you  get  my  text  ?   ❜

her apartment was a disaster , a culmination of the carelessness she attached to drugs , sex , take-out , a flat-out refusal to do laundy , and no desire to clean up before clients came - regardless of the type of client. a few different strains were on the coffee table, next to a glass tray with white powdery residue that was sat atop a bra like a paperweight. liv didn’t think it was hers, and couldn’t be bothered to find the rightful owner. at the door, she hummed softly in response and stepped aside to let joo inside. to answer her question truthfully , olivia hadn’t gotten her text , she hadn’t checked her phone in close to two days. still , she was happy to see joo on the other side of the door , of all her clients , hot ones who overstayed past the deal - for added festivities - were her favorites. “ no, i haven’t checked my phone in a while. come in and chill, ” liv gestured to the couch, which was well overdue to be tossed to the curb, “ is it gonna be the usual? ”

[lvsxsleep]

rcmeuz‌:

✕   ╱         𝙄𝙏  𝙒𝘼𝙎,  𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙎,  the  most  annoying  part  of  his  line  of  work  –  if  he  could  consider  that  the  “  serious  ”  part  of  it.  it  wasn’t  only  stealing,  forging,  laundering  money;  it  was  also  investing,  planning,  finding  the  best  opening  for  opportunities,  and  taking  it.  he  owned  an  art  gallery,  for  what  everyone  knew  of,  so  sponsors  was  what  he  needed. 

perhaps,  it  was  honestly  the  worst  part  of  it  all.  he  didn’t  enjoy  dressing  up  –  so  that’s  why  he  lousily  let  his  white  shirt  unbuttoned,  the  first  three  buttons,  letting  his  chest  tattoo  peek  from  there,  that’s  why  he  still  wore  his  earrings  and  messy  hair  and  the  thousands  of  dollars  watch  to  complement  his  look.  that’s  why  he  also  arrived  fashionably  late.  he  could’ve  arrived  on  time,  but  he  simply  decided  not  to.

the  restaurant  already  knew  of  his  visit  –  he  considered  buying  the  establishment  once,  but  then  refrained  from  it,  remaining  as  simply  a  loyal  client,  but  even  though  they  were  used  to  his  manners,  the  others  weren’t;  so  he  walked  in,  following  the  waitress,  and  enjoying  the  silence  that  bestowed  at  every  step  he  took  with  a  smirk  on  his  face.

and  he  barely  reached  the  table  when  he  recognized  –  the  way  her  hair  cascaded  down  her  back,  those  long,  crossed  legs,  how  bored  she   already   looked  even  though  he  couldn’t  see her  hazy  eyes  and  forever  pout. 

❝  only  talking  to  your  pops  on  the  phone  doesn’t  make  him  justice,  liv.❞  he  smirked,  coming  around  and  slumping  on  the  chair  in  front  of  her.  he  only  raised  one  finger,  and  the  waitress  rushed  to  get  his  usual  order.  ❝  and  i  guess  you’re  here  to  represent  him,  right?  ❞

                                                                                           ⇒ @lvsxsleep

this  routine  was  practiced.  the  phone  call  from  her  father  had  come  when  she  was  one  bong  rip  in  with  no  sign  of  slowing,  still  -  she’d  answered  and  known  the  request  before  he’d  even  asked.  ‘ meet  with  a  zhao  rep ’,  ‘ of  course, daddy ’ . part  of  the  toxicity  of  her  relationship  with  her  parents  included  being  dolled  up  and  presented  to  potential  business  partners.  the  ‘rents  argued  that  it  was  all  part  of  ‘ grooming  olivia  to  one  day  sit  on  the  board  of  byun  pharmaceuticals ’ ,  yeah,  yeah,  whatever  helped  her  mom  sleep  at  night.

she’d  expected  the  usual :  senile,  all  too  interested  in  her.  liv  would  bat  her  eyelashes,  soft  touches  to  their  forearm’s,  false  promises  that  taking  the  deal  on  the  table  would  be  worthwhile  for  their  investors,  but  seeing  someone  under  the  age  of  sixty  sit  across from  her  was  far  from  the  usual.  olivia  gauged  her  reaction  so  she  wouldn’t  seem  like  her  interest  was  piqued  -  but  it  was.  he  looked  familiar,  too,  and  fucking  edible,  but  she  couldn’t  place  the  name.  “ daddy  dearest  felt  it  was  paramount  i  met  with  you  in  his  place. ”  she  sounded  so  bored  that  a  yawn  wouldn’t  seem  out  of  place,  and  gazed  outside  the  window  to  give  lake  michigan  more  attention  than  him,  “ can’t  imagine  why. ” liv  hummed,  flagging  down  the  waitress,  

“ a  bottle  of  pinot  grigio,  whatever  the  sommelier  recommends. ”

[lvsxsleep]

svnsrise‌:

“believe it or not, it’s on my bucket list – i know it makes me sound like a literal psychopath but my goal is to have sex in as many public places as possible, babe.”

“ if  exhibitionism  makes  someone  a  psychopath,  then  i’m  fucked.  morgue  isn’t  exactly  a  panty-dropper,  you  might  have  to  outsource  to  find  someone  to  peg  you  there,  babe. ”

[lvsxsleep]

halcycns‌:

‘  wasn’t curious but why in the hell would i rub thc lube on my hands if i’m not gonna’ be fuckin’ someone ?  ’

“ oof.  my  mans  mind.  it  really  does  moisturize  well.  tastes  horrible. ”

[lvsxsleep]

brightsvdes‌:

‘ why ? is it, like, a vine thing ? ’

“ no,  babe.  it’s  a  sex  thing.  i  think  you’d  like  it  -  you  give  off  that  vibe. ”

[lvsxsleep]

sacvio‌:

          THE  NIGHT  ALLOWS  FOR  true  colors  to  exist  without  radiating  and  zane  finds  solace  in  that.  there  is  a  reason  he  feels  most  at  ease  when  no  one  can  truly  see  him,  and  there  is  a  reason  the  boy  keeps  to  himself.

     still,  he  has  taken  a  liking  to  olivia,  much  to  his  own  surprise,  and  he  finds  himself  intrigued  by  her  to  a  fault.  she  is  just  a  girl,  and  despite  this  he  feels  drawn  to  her  like  a  moth  to  a  flame.  he  only  lets  it  show  to  a  certain  degree  —  always  interested,  but  never  enough  to  make  a  move.  he  hopes  it  keeps  her  on  her  toes:  he  hopes  she  will  break  this  silence  soon.  «  what  stopped  you  ?  »  he  asks,  unfazed  by  the  remark.  it  takes  a  lot  to  surprise  a  man  like  zane  ahn  after  all.  he  reaches  for  a  last  fry  then  leans  back  in  his  seat,  unbothered,  smiling  with  that  grin  that  never  quite  reaches  his  eyes.  «  nah.  go  ahead.  »

coming  from  a  world  of  wealth,  calculated  status,  and  even  more  calculated  familial  and  social  relationships,  olivia  knows  she  can  read  people,  at  least  she  thinks  she  can.  zane  is  someone,  however,  that’s  stumped  her.  in  any  other  timeline,  the  tension  would’ve  turned  into  something,  messy  s*x  in  a  bar  bathroom,  an  unsolicited  dick  pic,  someone  she  can  s*xt  consistently,  at  least  SOMETHING.  because  -   vibes  point  to  that  zane  likes  her,  and  history  has  taught  olivia  that  that  translates  to something  coming  out  of  it.  she  feels  strung  along,  and  the  worst  part?  olivia  doesn’t  hate  it,  in  fact,  she’s  grown  to  enjoy  it.

she  snags  the  red  basket  filled  with  fries,  smiling  smugly  to  herself.  his  compliance  is  taken  as  a  victory,  yet  another  tally  for  ‘team  olivia’  in  the  game  of  will  they,  won’t  they.  a  fry  popped  into  her  mouth,  she  locks  eyes  with  him,  “ a  couple  things.  the  leader  wasn’t  hot,  which  was  my  biggest  turn-off  AND  they  kept  talking  about  moving  to  central  america.  i  wasn’t  interested  in  actually  dying,  and  a  secondary  location  made  me  pause. ”  liv  hummed,  taking  another  fry.  she  didn’t  monologue  to  zane  often,  it  was  definitely  the  weed,  “ it’d  just  be  me  trying  to  live  out  a  fantasy,  ‘dunno.  it  would’ve  been  stupid-stupid. ”

[lvsxsleep]

fcades‌:

bea had no clue why she decided to go out tonight, but then again, why did she ever decide to go out ? because she was bored. tonight was different though, because instead of going to her normal spot and blowing her money on who knows what kind of drugs, bea decided food and a night with olivia was a better option. maybe because she was almost out of money again, and wanted to ask the other when they could do a show together again knowing just how much money that would rake in for the pair. now, her she was, sitting across from the other watching as they took fries off of her plate.  “  oooh. what kind of cult ?  ”  bea asked, taking a sudden interest in the conversation as she leaned forward and resting her chin in the palm of her hand. using her free hand, she took a few fries off her own plate before pushing it across the table to olivia.  “  nope, all for you.  ”

liv  hadn’t  given  it  much  thought :  spending  time  with  bea  outside  of  making  out  for  others’  enjoyment,  but  -  liv  rarely  gave  anything  much  thought.  “ wasn’t  really  a  cult. ”  she  hummed,  enjoying  the  attention  that  came  with  dropping  a  bomb  like  ‘ i  almost  joined  a  cult ’ .  olivia  grinned,  “ more  of  a  pyramid  scheme.  i  was  hoping  for  freaky  s*x,  turns  out  they  just  wanted  my  money.  soOooO  disappointing. ”  she  sincerely  enjoyed  bea’s  company.  she  was  someone  olivia  dropped  the  ‘bored’  posture  with  and  could  actually  be  herself  around.  refreshing.  liv  grabbed  three  fries  at  once,  tossed  them  in  her  mouth  and  kept  talking. “ thanks,  babe.  i  would  join  a  cult  though,  probably.  would  you ? ”

[lvsxsleep]

recidvist‌:

@CHUCHU: could get me into some deep trouble though @CHUCHU: ok this has been unhelpful @CHUCHU: to culture u obviously 😩

@LVSXSLEEP: ‘hetero culture 101 w dean’ @LVSXSLEEP: yeah id take that class but only bc ive got a student / teacher kink @LVSXSLEEP: wyd later

[thecarolinebelle]

[lvsxsleep]

brightsvdes‌:

‘ —- so what’s pegging ? ’

“ it’s  hard  to  explain,  it’d  be  better  if  i  could  show  you.”

[lvsxsleep]

hcartshaped‌:

it wasn’t frequent that alva got to hang out with olivia one on one, them being busy with the new semester and work and the other being busy with the various odd jobs and eccentric hobbies picked up here and there. though alva initially found her to be strange, olivia’s presence eventually stuck like glue, contrasting nicely with their own ( comparatively ) clean-cut aesthetic. 

‘ hm, ’  they said in between chews of their chili cheese burger,  ‘ did you back out because it was one of those suicide cults ? ’  hearing these stories from liv hardly phased alva anymore.  ‘ hey no, ’  they tried reaching out to swat at her hand stealing their fries, pouting when she succeeds.  ‘ you already had your own. ’

she  pouted, pulling  out  all  the  stops  to  hopefully  convince  them  to  share.  head  propped  up  on  her  hands,  eyelashes  batting  slowly,  “ alllvvaaaa, ” she  whined,  but  the  high  had  her  losing  her  train  of  thought  to  passerby  outside  and  she quickly  abandoned  the  dramatics.  her  eyes  locked  on  people  passing  the  diner  window,  “ no - i wasn’t  attracted  to  the  leader.  what’s  the  point  of  joining  a  cult  if  not  for  money  making  and  GROUPS*X?  this  had  neither. ” 

she  grabbed  a  crumped,  stained  menu  to  choose  which  fried  appetizer  she’d  have  next  to  quell  her  munchies,  peering  at  alva  over  the  paper. “ would  you?  ever  join  one?  i  can  see  it. ”

[turing-tested]

[wellbutrinboy]

how many times have i licked the salt lamp in my room since i got it? well that is just my own sweet and sexy secret

[lvsxsleep]

svnsrise‌:

“that can’t be the only reason, but go off. i feel like i need to be friends with your friends so that i can get cool shit like this, but i’m good with it. it’s spooky enough.”

“ spooky  enough.  i  mean,  hot,  but  what  more  do  you  need ?  messing  around  in  a  morgue ?  you’re  insatiable. ”

[lvsxsleep]

recidvist‌:

@CHUCHU: this is business…  it has to do with MY business @CHUCHU: why do i feel like you’re trying to trick me @CHUCHU: but does this mean you also don’t know what lofi is.

@LVSXSLEEP: only because its fun and you make it so easy :) @LVSXSLEEP: maybe i dont but it sounds like its an app? @LVSXSLEEP: idk why are u bringing me het boy terms

[lvsxsleep]

halcycns‌:

‘  yeah  ,  just  regretting  life  as  per  fuckin’  usual.  the  fuck  ?  thc  lube ?  how  the  HELL  did  you  get  your  hands  on  something  like  that ?  ’

“ it  was  a   --  uh ,  gift  from  a  very  generous  customer.  highly  recommend  it  for  its  intended  use,  too.  in  case  you  were  curious. ”

[recidvist]

𝙃𝘼𝙍𝘿 𝘿𝙍𝙐𝙂 𝙎𝙌𝙐𝘼𝘿 + tumblr text posts .

@lvsxsleep @sacvio @jvncs