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hellohello, i’m steph and this is a multimuse and multiship account featuring supernatural / mutant muses !! i’ve got my guidelines and my muse page all done so i’d love to meet new partners and friends to write / chat with ! if you’re interested please follow or reblog to help spread the word or hit the like for me to reply to your open starter !!
" let me run you a bath. " from hyun to jin !
domestic starters // accepting
‘ no no, ’ jin shook his head and sat up from the bed, clutching at his side where the stab wound was still throbbing. ‘ i can do it myself, i don’t need you to set it for me. ’ he didn’t want hyun around for any longer than was necessary and the last thing he wanted was for the male to see him when he was vulnerable.
" your red socks turned all my whites pink. " from woojin !
domestic starters // accepting
‘ oh shit! ’ kangmin burst into laughter when he looked at the once white shirt which was now pink. ‘ this is why you’re the one who is supposed to do the laundary and i’m not supposed to touch any of that stuff. ’
" are you watching porn? " from woojin to kangmin ! ( im agjalalsklj )
domestic starters // accepting
‘ yes i am! ’ kangmin shouted as he threw some popcorn over at the medic. ‘ stop getting in the way of me watching porn and let me enjoy this! ’ as a gang member, he didn’t have time to relieve himself so he looked at porn for that. ‘ you can either go away or you can watch it with me, you might learn something from it. ’
" do you think we should just order in tonight? " yisoo and hana !
domestic starters // accepting
she cuddled up to him while the movie played in the background and hana glanced up when she heard him speak. ‘ i think that would be a good idea, i’m too lazy to actually cook right now and i’m in the mood for chicken. ’ a cheeky smile appeared on her face, her stomach growling at the thought of chicken. ‘ can we have chicken? i want to spend all my time with chicken. ’
hello, i’m really sorry for my sparse activity here but school’s started, it’s term 2 right now. my film project is also underway so my stress and anxiety has pretty much been neck high and my social meter is practically stuck at 0 so i’ll probably be selective with my threads and writing because my muse here is very flimsy and just, really comes and goes. i don’t want to pressure myself too much because i just want to have fun and destress so yepyep. i’m sorry for this mess but i’ll be around as much as i can manage to. meanwhile, i’m hanging on my other blogs ( if you’d like the url, just let me know and i’ll probably let you know? ) where my muse is kinda better and on discord too for chats and what nots!! i’ll see you around, my dear!!
vicaricus:
( open starter )
not that it was the preferred drink of the people, rather the exact opposite ; tequila had a tendency to be ranked quite low with people when choosing an alcoholic beverage. it was either something you loved or hated, truly, and kiha hated it with a passion. though this person had for some reason convinced him to do the shot with them, and now he was sat trying to smack away the awful taste on his tongue, soon enough biting into the lemon. “ tell me again, why this was such a brilliant idea, “ kiha chuckled at them.
minjoon matches kiha, tequila for tequila. he pulls the glass away from his lips with furrowed eyebrows and coughs once, twice at the horrible taste in his mouth. god, that’s awful. minjoon wasn’t one for much alcohol and even if he did drink, tequila isn’t his first choice. nor his second or third for that matter. he’s never fancied hard liquor, tonight’s just a little different. he bites into the lemon like kiha, hoping to chase away tequila on his tongue. “ this isn’t a brilliant idea, far from it really. ” minjoon sighs dramatically and crosses his legs beneath the bar. his knees knocks against the bottom of the bar top and he winces, smiling sheepishly at kiha before straightening up. “ but, we have a cause to celebrate! ” is his excited comeback and following it, quieter, with a sort of strained smile, “ and i really want to drink and have fun tonight. i love writing, i do but if i stay at home for another moment more, i might just spontaneously combust. ”
hjerteslaq:
there’s an alarming rejection in the other’s voice ; it’s cold and dismissive. morgan probably should’ve seen it coming. he shouldn’t have expected it to ever be okay to show up on someone’s doorstep whom you ran out on a few months back. nothing in his heart had been given to anyone else though. absolutely nothing. every little piece of him still belonged to dohyun. everything. every inch. he hadn’t realised exactly what he had given up on. not till he’d been out that door for about a month. not till now he’d realised and broken down because of this ; he missed dohyun. with all his being, he missed this guy who had given him so much. he had given him a reason to get up every morning and do his hair, brush his teeth before going to bed at night. he had given him a purpose in life other than just serving looks for strangers. ‘cause that was all morgan was good for anyway, wasn’t it? not even dohyun would spare him a single loving glance anymore. because he had ruined that too, right? he had really managed to ruin one of the only truly wonderful things that had ever happened to him. dohyun, he was so pure, so true, so real. the most real morgan had ever felt his own emotions had been with this guy in front of him, who was now death glaring him into oblivion. he didn’t blame him. rather that, he understood that he wasn’t wanted here. he wasn’t welcome..
morgan’s glance drops from the other, when he hears his voice speak up loud and clear. expressing his thoughts to him. a hiccup interrupts morgan from voicing the stream of words he couldn’t seem to get past his lips. there was a deep, dark, and painful black hole in his gut, right in solar plexus. and it kept growing. bigger and bigger, and once again morgan was thankful that it was raining heavily ( that way it wouldn’t show ; how many tears that kept spilling over his eyes ). it was so difficult to even form any words. to just be. just stand there and take it in, all of dohyun’s hate. sadly but truly, there was a thin line between love and hate. morgan had now tried it on his own body and soul. his own heart breaking at the hands of the other.
“ my phone is dead, and they closed my credit card.. i can’t get anywhere, and i saw ou- your house, “ oh fuck, how it stings in his heart almost calling it their house, because in morgan’s mind it’s still their house, their home, their little bubble of love and affection, but he swallows hard and tries his best to keep going, “ and.. i just thought.. i’m… “ this flamboyant youtuber wasn’t normally at a loss for words, but as those very words had dropped from his plum lips one by one, he had felt his heart being dragged down. further and further into his stomach. he was being stupid, and selfish, and … stupid. maybe for once in his life he should just do something that wasn’t for his own sake, but someone else’s. a frown gathered itself between his brows and with eyes saddened by the ugly truth, they flickered around on the floor beneath them and he took a step away from the door. “ i’m sorry. i shouldn’t.. i’ll leave you alone. i’m sorry, “ he panicked, not wanting to leave but seeing no other option right now. dohyun obviously didn’t want him there.
the hurt is immediate and apparent in morgan’s features and dohyun’s heart, so familiar with being nothing but warm and loving for morgan clenches, almost wills dohyun to reach out, to undo the pain, to take him back. his brain barely wins; dohyun’s hands flexes against the doorknob, the only thing grounding him from reaching out. you’re over him but the voice wavers. ( somehow, the more it’s repeated, the more it sounds like a lie. ) dohyun unconsciously trails his eyes over morgan, taking in his soaked figure again and again. a part of him still thinks this is all a lie, an illusion conjured by his tired brain, too good to be real. he picks up on the red of morgan’s eyes. it could be irritation from the rain or perhaps, tears and dohyun isn’t sure what he wants it to be, stranded between brain and heart.
when morgan starts to speak, all of dohyun tunes into him, as he’s always done. it is, therefore, inevitable that he’d pick up his almost blunder. our house, our time, our love. it sounds so dear, so desirable, so distant. the doorknob is warm in his touch, clutched tightly in white-knuckled fists. it’s strange to see morgan so tongue-tied, stumbling over his words and non-words, stutters and murmurs. it’s strange what they’ve become, the circumstances that led them here and how they’re two people longing for each other but can’t reach out. the wind blows stronger, rain pelts harder and dohyun’s starting to feel chilly. he’s not even drenched to the bone like morgan. god, he’s probably so cold and he’ll be sick and, and,
morgan steps away and before dohyun even realises what he’s doing, the hand holding onto the doorknob in a death grip reaches out, stretching, straining. his body follows, panic in his veins, propelling him forward. it’s weird how he’d held on so well and the moment the distance between them stretches, his body reacts so desperately. almost like his body knows he can’t have back their closeness and want to maintain whatever this is. this far out his door, the fist dohyun has in the hem of morgan’s shirt and his forearm is wet, the rain pattering down. it hits him that he’d grabbed morgan, he made the move after spouting those hard and hurtful words. oh, god. he can’t get the fist to unclench, can’t make himself let morgan go though. “ where can you go in this rain without your phone and money? don’t trouble others. ” his mouth formulates but dohyun’s not quite processing it, mouth on auto-pilot, trying to explain away the outstretched arm. “ s—stay here till the rain gives. figure out your credit card problem, charge your phone, whatever. don’t go around making a mess of yourself out in the public. ” ( @vicaricus· !! )
yestodcys:
near death experiences were common with them all, jin had faced them plenty of times and he’d always remained victorious in the battle with death hence why many called him the devil. his gaze roamed over to the bag in hyun’s hand, eyes landing on the diamonds that were now resting in his palm although his attention drifted to the spots of red decorating them. it took him a moment to understand what the red was and without showing much of an emotion, his face remaining as neutral as it was, he spoke up. ‘ you’ve been shot, haven’t you? ’ he sighed as if this was a big nuisance for him and made his way over to this second in command. ‘ where have you been shot? can you stand up? we need to take you to woojin now. ’
as jin sighed, hyun reached back into where he’d procured the pouch and cold fingers pressed around the area, trying to make sure. at the pressure, warm blood oozed out of an opening and a spike of pain ran up his spine. hyun barely winced, just a twitch of his eyebrows. he’s had much, much worst. “ left side, little below my ribcage. didn’t hit anything vital, i don’t think. ” he reports, sighing as he prodded around a little more. the bullet isn’t lodged too far in and helps to stop the bleeding, just a little. hyun presses a hand on the opening, applying pressure. it’s still tingly and definitely bearable but he doesn’t want to be yelled at by woojin. “ we can’t go to woojin, not now. ” hyun starts, looking up to where they’d jumped from. “ when i pulled you up, there were still people looking for us, for the diamonds and they’re probably still nearby. can’t risk bringing the dogs to medic. ” he sighs, dropping the diamonds back into the sack. he tries to stand and manages to, despite the wobble and moment of darkness over his eyes. he blinks, once, twice.
wanting to interact with other blogs but getting anxiety because they’re Cool™ and you’re a piece of lettuce is a very interesting thing to go through every day
update!! i sent my laptop in for repair and it’s going to be gone for a while so catch me in the ims or on discord ( if we’re mutuals, feel free to ask for my account ! ) because i can’t write uwu
battle // to yisoo!!
find my muse in a certain state ✦ // accepting !!battle to find my muse in the middle of a fight with someone or something
yisoo stumbled backwards from the force of the punch and his back hits concrete, the wind gets knocked out of him. wicked aren’t they, to spike his drink and still corner him four to one. just how desperate are they to redeem themselves in this ring without any audience. it’s probably just to ease their flimsy ego. god, aren’t they dumb. yisoo dodges, ducks and then strikes, catching them square on the nose. it’s a good hit, there’s a sickening crack and a loud wail. yisoo laughs. he dodges and swings again, catching the other on his cheek. he’s going good for a few more rounds before they drop him and even as he falls, he knows, he’s probably not going to get back up. it’s not because of their attacks because he’s definitely had worse but it’s the drug. he barely kept himself on his feet, trying to stay in control of his limbs but his focus slips and they’re tripping him over. fuck these sore losers, yisoo groans as he hits the floor and they get on him, plummeting him for all they’re worth. it’s a losing battle until he hears, distantly, one of them, the one keeping watch, trying to shoo a curious passer-by away. it doesn’t go very well apparently. the punches stop as they watch their friend writhe on the ground not far away from yisoo. they get up and off yisoo, going to confront the newcomer but get their asses handed to them if their groans and moans are anything to go off on. yisoo barely manages to turn himself over to get a peek at the action and, those shoes are awfully familiar. his eyes glide up the figure and oh, “ kid? ” maybe it’s because he’s got help but his body chooses then to give in to the drug.
"you smell so good" // to yisoo
intimacy ✦ // accepting !!
you guys should stop drinking together, a sober voice shouts from the back of his head but yisoo can’t really hear it. ( it? himself? them? who’s talking in his head? well, whatever. ) he’s drunk, the kid’s drunk; they’re both drunk and have been for a while now. the variety show re-run is muted and the laughing faces look nothing short of exaggerated. fake. plastic. it makes his head hurt. nah, i better treat my eyes to a better sight. so he looks sideways at the sweating bottle in his hand and there’s a tuff of black hair in his peripheral. right, right, right, they’re kinda tangled together aren’t they? but it’s so comfortable. yisoo takes another swig out his bottle, his baring his neck a little more as he drinks. “ you smell so good. ” the kid slurs and it takes a moment for his brain to process those words, to understand them and for a reaction to come out. there’s a laugh and then, “ you’re sniffing me? i thought you’re try’na find a good place to bite into and eat me but really, what’s this? it’s not like you’re an animal, why’re you nosing at my neck? ” the whole situation is just funny in yisoo’s inebriated mind but he doesn’t shift, doesn’t push the kid away, just lets him do as he wishes. even stretches and adjusts them so they could get more comfortable. you guys should really stop drinking together. huh, what?
“ don’t you trust me? ” from yisoo !
QUESTIONS // not accepting !
“do i not trust you?! are you seriously asking me that? are you out of your mind? don’t you fucking get that i trust you and that i li—-” the demon suddenly slams a hand over his mouth; he almost said too much, way too much. “i do trust you, i trust you with my everything, i did trust you enough to patch me up. wasn’t that clear enough?”
‘ look out for that tree branch. ’ // to wonho ( idk why this made me laugh )
hurt prompts ✦ // accepting !!
“ tree branch? which one— ” and there’s the tree branch, smacking wonho square in the face. the angel stops, frozen with the branch still in his face, caught off guard. he regains his senses soon after and steps backwards, away from the branch and then past it to join jiho. “ i never thought that would happen to me, i almost got a mouthful of leaves. ” he laughs, brushing at his face to make sure nothing’s stuck on. “ has that ever happened to you before? ”
“ how did we end up here? ” “ can we stay here a little longer? ” from yisoo !
QUESTIONS // not accepting !
“i have no idea where we are or how we got here.” they had been walking around in the woods, yes they thought that crossing the woods in middle of the night was the best idea there was and oh they are both lost, there’s rocks and twigs crushing underneath their feet and well, they have nothing to fear; or at least the demon doesn’t have anything to fear and he would keep the other safe with him anyway. they had arrived to this open area and there’s no trees and for a moment it reminded the demon of aliens and he just chuckles out; feeling cold and that’s why he was getting closer to the other but his attention soon up at the sky. “look.” the demon says pointing up at the sky before then his arms come to wrap around the others middle. “i’m freezing and i need some of that body heat of yours, is that okay?” the demon was shivering, it’s summer– why is it so cold? and at the sudden question of the other the demon just nods, eyes back at the starry nightsky. “we can stay.”