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❝ hi i'm yeri & here is 432425 reasons why i don't fuck with you, you little stupid ass bitch. ❞ dragonite | 6teen | 2719 jeju

[qrkmingyu]

1000+ calories (bad life choices)

“i just wanted to tell you that whatever happened back there wasn’t what should have happened.”

and here dr. nam is, brows furrowed, eyes hidden (not so much) behind clear framed glasses, hands crossed across his chest as he looked into the younger’s eyes.

the younger being kim yeri. the younger not making eye contact back at him. the younger staring intently at the menu drawn out in numerous pastels on the wall in front of them. were they at the institute? 

not so much. instead – well, somehow, according to the doctor, they were in a a restaurant. an ice cream store, to be exact. how they got there? ‘this is total witchcraft’, eric tried to convince himself. 

or it was just the obvious fact that eric missed babying his siblings so he took out any paternal tendencies on anybody younger that passed him – abet literally in this case. 

however, supposed witchcraft and slight confusion on eric’s part aside, he sighed and looked back at the chalkboard, then back at yeri, his arms uncrossing and his hands sticking themselves into his pockets,

“do you know what you’re going to get?”

[nxmyeri]

“what shouldn’t have happened?” 

the hatchling is almost innocent in tone and expression, lips puckering slightly as her attention remains fixated on the menu, marveling over the numerous choices and combinations the shop had available in terms of dairy treats. and yeri, sweet yeri, is never one able to resist sweets.

even if her teeth were to grow as rotten as she was on the inside.

“uh--” fact is, she doesn’t, finds it hard to decide between the mint chocolate sundae and whatever the fuck a milky sparks was--but would it have mattered anyway? she could easily finish one and just ask for another. her companion, the unlucky professor ( cute, but hopelessly good hearted--which only made him cuter, if she’s honest ) seems easy enough to manipulate into buying her another sundae.

“i think so.” she mumbles, trotting forth with a smile on her lips as she regards the employee behind the counter. “can i have the milky sparks--god that name is ridiculous, but yeah--that!” yeri nods, head tilting to the side slightly as she grins at him, pausing only at his next question.

what size?

what size?!

“just fuck me up.” 

[nxmyeri]

** ` cutie honey » ksg & kyr

[srxminji]

( * yeri is annoying. it’s the first thing he thinks now as he views her, catches sight of the smile tugging at her lips. though it may not have been the first initial thought he had of the girl when they and when she had charmed him so. the remembrance brings a shudder of disgust down his spine, further bringing irritation to his form as he shifts in front of her. ) you know damn well why i’m not. ( * he grumbles, shuffling closer begrudgingly. his tongue clicks, and he stares at the area around her nose, perfectly content as long as he’s not staring at her directly. his eyes flicker down to the disgustingly high tower of books staring up at him. he blanks out, face shifting from vexation to careful indifference before he’s scowling.) you…you can’t be serious. where the hell did you manage to collect all of these? jesus christ– ( * he stiffens at her touch on his rear, spine going rigid and jaw tensing. sunggyu’s never entertained the thought of hitting a kid before, but now it sounds perfectly reasonable.) kim yerim. ( * he bites out slowly, through gritted teeth as he narrows his eyes at her, fingers twitching with the intent to wring her neck. with a slow, shaky breath, he rolls up the sleeves of his sweater, squatting down to collect the books carefully. grunting at the added weight, he stands to attention, staggering back a bit to catch the weight that begins to fall.) …i can’t fucking see. 

[nxmyeri]

i don’t, i really don’t. mind giving me a hint? { ** ` too happily, she slips into a convincingly naive tone, knowing fully well the state of irritation she’s clearly easing sunggyu into with every little bit of motion -- honestly, the thought itself is still amusing, although she’s sure there’s women far more talented than her at it, kim yeri knows for sure she doesn’t need much to manipulate someone like sunggyu at this point. not even her mutation. at the exclamation upon discovering the stack of books, yeri couldn’t help but laugh--the tickling of her stomach increasing further at the frustration built from the slap to his rear end. } it’s yeri, you can’t call me yerim anymore, oppa -- unless you want to date again... { ** ` she trails off coyly, lips curving as she watches him balance book upon book on his hands ( like a fool ) before slipping off the desk, snickering slightly at his words } that happens, yeah, i guess you’ll just have to trust me. { ** ` the dragonite moves forward, dancing orbs catching his as she maneuvers to the front of him, kicking at his knee playfully. } are you ready? the books are frost’s, so i wouldn’t recommend dropping them. { ** ` her lips twitch, head tilting as she offers another little kick to his knee. } now, come on, follow my voice, oppa.

[gostatisfy]

When someone else gets blamed for something you did wrong

[nxmyeri]

[nxmsehun]

little girls feat. kyr

pretty girls galore, right, xavier’s school for mutants was pretty girls galore, hands down. it’s a fact. there is not one female who wasn’t below the sehun standard in this very institution. it’s truly a miracle how the world was decent enough (scratch that, of course the world was decent to him, it couldn’t thrive without him!)

so in true oh sehun fashion, a girl with a good physique is good enough for him. a few good strides and he makes it towards his target and thankfully in his favourite piece of apparel, the women’s skirt. 

a few good strides and a perfectly practiced lower wrist flick and there goes the fabric! swooshing in the air gloriously! another skirt flip turns into a success (as always). 

now, to see who his newest pretty conquest is, just take a few more strides… 

“ah shit!” goes first at the sight of her face. “shit sorry! fuck!” eyes alarmed, only for a short moment though. “jesus fuck little savage, i leave you alone for a few days and puberty hit you and me like a bus.” he gives his skirt flipping hand a disgusted glance and looks back up at yerim, impish smile on his lips. 

“i didn’t do that.”  

[nxmyeri]

it isn’t often that she wore skirts--given, kim yeri knows fully well how cute she looks in them ( and often the benefits of wearing one ); but her nature had always been more so one of a tomboy’s than not--one who found it easier to break into a run without frills tickling her skin and the risk of exposing her underwear lingering over her pretty little head.

( of course, shameless as ever -- she didn’t really care about the latter. )

 but today, well today--yeri just figured why the hell not. 

clad in a mint pleated skirt, the dragonite is slow to make her own through the gardens, immersed in the article relaying off the screen of her scratched mobile throughout the entire way. to think, this was her first time in her misfortunate sixteen year old life actually possessing one ( you wouldn’t be able to tell, given the way her fingers tap across the screen with the practiced ease ). 

it isn’t till a gust of wind that her head perks, cheeks coloring slightly by the fluttering of her skirt as well as the paranoia of being exposed that creeps up--this, this is why she doesn’t wear these things often--a slender arm reaching around to shield grey boy shorts from the world--

wait.

“y--yah!” flustered, yeri pivots on her heel to fix furrowed brows and pouting lips at the taller male. “oppa,” she starts, the word borderline a tease on her lips, “how did you not recognize me--i thought we were close.” a indignant huff, easily hiding the bit of her that fails ( for once ) to find an appropriate comeback to the likes of oh sehun’s pistol mouth. “i’ll hit you like a bus if you do that again.” 

oh wait, there it is.

[yfjaewon]

$ting \ kyr&kjj

[yfjaewon]

“i got the day off,” in perhaps any other situation, he might’ve shown his amusement in a measure greater than the crooked curve of his lips. was this what took place when he was at work? the miracle of the day came in the fact that he’d been given the day off—if only to appease some high-profile food critic that was coming to review the menu that day—and saw the teen in all her true colors.

sugar, spice and everything nice, was fitting apparently.

to his credit, he refrained for at least a minute or two from vocalizing the tease lingering on the tip of his tongue; instead, he busied himself with pulling a few pans from the depths of his cabinets and setting them on the stove. “that’s oppa to you.” he tapped his fingers on the appliance, watching as she took her time sliding off the counter— “only if i can get you the full sleep set, bubbles.”

casting a pointed look to her derriere, decked out in the fingerless cartoon characters, jaejoong took a moment to mentally congratulate himself before turning his attention to picking up and cracking each of the five eggs into a small bowl, “we’re fresh out—you finished the last bit of it the day before yesterday, remember?”

yet another thing he’d have to check his bank account for later; groceries, and the stack of unopened envelopes sitting on the counter.

“so i guess you’ll have to deal with having something remotely healthy.” feigning a gasp, the male turned minutely to regard her with a teasing look; “why don’t you fish out something we can have with eggs, huh? i’m sure you can find something sugary or greasy or both…”

he didn’t get to prepare food often enough, especially for someone who didn’t seem to flinch at the idea of him using both hands to cook.

[nxmyeri]

“and you couldn’t have told me this or woken up early to cook your baby sister something?” her face scrunches up, jutting out a plush lower lip purposely as dollish emerald orbs widen just a fraction, delicate brows furrowing slightly to pull off the picture perfect illusion of disappointment — had jaejoong not been so used to her ways. somewhere along the lines, her tricks seemed to have lost their affect on her supposed brother--an utter shame. 

there’s little she’s able to do if he’s resistant to her charms.

( short of hypnosis, that is. )

“jaejoongie oppa.” she corrects with a short laugh, cut off by the attention drawn back to her choice of underwear as her cheeks color, lips puckering defiantly ( even as the bit of embarrassment settles in ). “you know i’ll never oppose to you buying me things.” the hatchling hmphs, crossing slender arms over one another as she listens absently to his explanation.

did she?

yeri honestly couldn’t remember ( and she’s sure he could tell, given the look on her face ).

“cereal is fucking healthy, haven’t you read the box?” her eyes roll, making a face back at the older as a leg lifts to kick at the back of his knee slightly before pivoting on her heel toward the fridge. “do we have bacon? i want bacon. we better have bacon.” lips pressed into a thin line, the dragonite wastes no time to fling the refrigerator door open ( a bit dramatically, mind you ), leaning over as she proceeds to sort through the scarce amount of items in the ice box.

“we should go grocery shopping today—since you’re off.” 

and she—well, she’s fucking skipping class.

[nxmyeri]

** ` yellow fever

honestly, she didn’t understand why things are so fucking perplexing with these people.

why was it so hard to take basic social cues — or even use some goddamn common sense?

why was it that, kim yeri, possibly the youngest of the bunch gathered before school and clad in a yellow and red dotted track jacket and jeans, seemingly the one with the most sense? was this a joke? a hidden camera?

she had been excited for the whole sh’bang, after all — yeri had long felt the sting of missing out on their first simulation. which, by the way, given the fact that the headmistress had explicitly described it as a real run rather than a simulation, further confused the hatchling.

“seriously—why the fuck are you all so dressed up?” 

—that bitch has heels on.

[nxmyeri]

** ` waterworks » gg & kyr

[ ☆ ] — slender calves wading back and forth in crystalline waters, the hatchling is perhaps enjoying herself TOO much—jade hues fixated on droplets of water catching late afternoon’s light against tanned skin as her combat professor makes his way across the pool like a majestic olympic has-been turned porn star.

godfrey gao may know 45 different combative fighting arts—but kim yeri is honestly only interested in how to combat her way through the steel enforced grip on his trousers ( and the apparent morals of every fucking hot male around here, goddammit. ).

as it is, she has no idea as to WHY she had thought it was a good idea -- but professor gao didn’t seem to mind and yeri sure as hell wasn’t going to complain ( not with the amount of eye-candy exposed before her ), even as she sat firmly planted on the side of the pool, a dark life jacket tugged over her small frame.

no, to answer your question, kim yeri doesn’t know how to swim.

how is that not expected of an orphan? 

then again, very little people knew what to expect when it came to the hatchling—bright eyes and all, she barely takes note of the licks of flames that slips past with the laugh, kicking her legs through the water needlessly.

“you know a speedo will help you swim faster.”

[nxmyeri]

“—puberty hit you and me like a bus.”

   [ ☆ ] — ❝ I’m— ❞

[myungsooxm]

straight to hell , ( k y r )

admittedly, changmin wasn’t the most active or enthusiastic student. the majority of his time ( when he wasn’t attending obligatory classes for a power he had little intention of ever using ) was given the state-of-the-art gym equipment and the act of throwing himself mindlessly into a task. but only when he’d grown tired of scribbling strings of words in his notebook and singing the accompanying melodies under his breath.

though he hadn’t gotten so much tired of it as he’d just run out of pages.

he was ( rather happily ) doing laps on the treadmill when a thunderous snap shot through the air. in the seconds that followed, he found himself standing in the pitch blackness; rendered still and covered in sweat, “are you serious?” changmin spoke to the shadows, stepping away from the treadmill and grabbing his towel to drape it over bare skin.

so much for a nice workout.

with a disappointed sigh, the male pulled his phone out and shined the light toward the door, only to stop on catching sight of a petite figure moving through the darkness.

“hello?”

[nxmyeri]

she had been damn lucky to figure out the easier perks of her mutations when she had been longer. reptilian eyes, generally, had no issue seeing in the dark, leaving the petit blonde casually perusing meandering through the empty halls, vaguely aware of slightest scuffle in the night—thanks to the distinctly inhuman ears jutting past blonde locks.

( so, maybe she’s a little bit on “high alert”. )

maybe kim yerim found little reason to trust in a school that tried to maul their students on the first fucking danger room simulation. not that she didn’t find the concept fun ( because teens her age crave the action and adrenaline more than anything ) but she was to remain alert just in case.

who knows what might happen? 

nothing interesting, that’s what.

with five minutes of mindlessly roaming, she’s bored—wishing there was more to a simple blackout than an empty building ( how did everyone even file out so quickly? ). but with luck, her eyes catches sight of stray rays of light, gravitating toward it even as it gives out a mere two seconds later—leaving the girl, well, still fully able to see.

( and what a sight it was. )

like any hormonal teen, the way her pulse picks up is only natural at the sight of a completely...well, muscled and sweaty male. like he’s fucking photoshopped or something yeri thought ( gleefully ), “blindly” stepping close in pitch dark as she reaches out, palm pressing against the curve of his pectorals. 

god damn.

“eh?” the sound is innocent, as if she isn’t the sole mutant capable of seeing in the dark between the two, fingers pressing into skin absently before her hand lowers, finding a nub and twisting between slender fingers slightly. 

tongue caught between her teeth, she bites down the snicker that threatens to slip past.

[yfjaewon]

$ting \ kyr&kjj

he have been lying if he said he knew what the hell she was up to now. the clanking of pots and pans in the kitchen drew his attention away from the magazine that he’d been flipping through – neighbor’s subscription, of course – to look toward the commotion. when the third crash echoed through the small apartment, jaejoong pushed himself up to investigate with a scoff, “what are you breaking?”

he wasn’t snappy.

it was little more than bafflement that hit him squarely in the face. turning the corner, he didn’t expect to find kim yeri rifling through his cabinets, at least not in little more than a pair of powerpuff girls panties and a t-shirt. though, to her credit, he didn’t know exactly what he expected.

“if you were hungry all you had to do was say so,” his grasp in the dark for a reason seemed accurate enough, so jaejoong went with it, while taking care to pin blonde locks back – away from his forehead – with a bobby pin tucked into his pocket, “move out of the way, i’ll cook.”

even now, he still had trouble processing the sixteen year old as his sister. the lesser part of him – dark, paranoid, void of even the tiniest bit of faith – whispered that seven months wasn’t long enough to get comfortable. but there was no reason to feel that way; no reason to have any doubts, and with that declaration clear in his mind for the thousandth time, jaejoong plucked a pan from the pile and gestured loosely to the fridge.

“get me the eggs.”

[nxmyeri]

she woke up hungry. as expected from a growing teen, sixteen was still a prime time for puberty to hit—in which yeri experiences a shockingly high amount of hormonal fluctuations as well as mood swings. ah, yes, the mood swings. needless to say, had she been a visible pain in the ass before, she’s an even better one now when it hits.

but today, this very sunny afternoon, yeri is simply—hungry.

so naturally, she pads into the kitchen half asleep—and proceeds the search for something instant and sugary to the tastebuds ( promptly nudging everything that came through the cabinet that wasn’t to her tastes out carelessly ), uncaring of the noise generated given the impression that she had been home alone.

( oppa had work today, didn’t he? )

evidently, with the scoff that announces another’s presence within the moderately sized apartment ( and yeri feels her cheeks heat just the slightest, if only for the attire she had adorned—powerpuff girls underwear had not been what she wanted to be seen in ), she had not been alone.

“i thought you had work today.” comes the innocent response, shrugging a shoulder in response as a slender leg slips off the counter she had half perched on, stepping out of the way like ordered. “you’ll make a great housewife one day, jaejoongie.” yeri teases, amusement glinting in jade hues at the appearance of the bobby pin as a laugh slips, running her fingers through her hair.

“you want me to get your apron for you too, cooking mama?” 

to her credit, she fetches the eggs like a good girl, still unable to keep herself from teasing as she pulls five out of the fridge and sets them on the counter, staring down for a long quite moment.

“i want cereal, what happened to all of the cheerios?”

[sanake]

yeri telling fans to keep calm (x)

[nxmyeri]

** ` cutie honey » ksg & kyr

( ** ` nxmsunggyu )

( * he grumbles, tossing his phone in his jacket pocket. he collects his things off the table and takes quick steps out of the classroom. he doesn’t have the physiology class, so he struggles to remember the exact location of it. eventually, he finds it– four minutes and twenty seconds later, scowling as he enters the room. ) you’re a real pain in the ass, you know that? ( * he makes his way over to her, steps quick and long before he stops in front of her, making sure not to look her directly in the eye.) give me your books, you lazy little shit.

{ ** ` generously, she decides against reply to the onslaught of texts sent in return, mischievous jade hues fixated on the third message especially—oh, how, if taken out of context, that was going to fuck the beady eyed man up; sometimes yeri swears they make it too easy. } — { ** ` with the reassurance of his arrival, yeri simply opts to stay put within the empty classroom, legs swinging back and forth absently from her position perched on her desk as her eyes stay on the tickling clock to count the minutes — flicking back only at the sound of rustling and the approaching of another. } no? { ** ` yes — of course she knows, everyone knows, but the faux innocent tone taken up would have fooled any fool; including kim sunggyu ( had she not already burned him prior, alas ). } why aren’t you looking at me oppa? chicken? { ** ` her expression turns gleeful in that second, knowing fully well that he is ( and perhaps, smart enough this time to not be affected by her jeering ) and has no real argument against it otherwise. oppas like these were honestly too easy. } it’s right there. { ** ` she opts to point at the books stacked up to her chin on the floor—a “punishment” from the likes of the headmistress for being tardy to class, she was to move all of those to the library. although, yeri wonders, they probably both know she wouldn’t. } get going, oppa! { ** ` she chastises, snapping her hand against his firm backside — heh...heheh... } 

[nxmyeri]

( sms ✉ yeroar ) im bored ( sms ✉ yeroar ) where my main squeeze @

⦓ ✉ : soofullofshitღ ⦔ when !!!!!! is that my problem⦓ ✉ : soofullofshitღ ⦔ i’m kidding—i’m hiding from the pe prof, i don’t want to fucking!!! run!!! in this damn weather!!!!⦓ ✉ : soofullofshitღ ⦔ everyone hot’s got their shirt on!!! what’s!!! the!!! fucking!!! point!!!

[atrophiies-deactivated20160330]

“If only you could tell how much I don’t give a shit.”

           “Don’t know what it is with everyone and getting on my nerves lately but you all need to               go take a long walk off a short pier.” 

“Frankly, I don’t want to go to jail over a little girl who didn’t get the point of a, at first, joke.”

            “Bug off.”

[nxmyeri]

[ ☆ ] — ❝ If you don’t give a shit then why are you still talking? Like, stop trying to play the “I don’t really fucking care” card just because you’re losing the verbal debate—it’s sad, primitive, and middle school. ❞

Her eyes roll, flicking a stray strand of honey blonde off her shoulders as a laugh escapes, tickled by the other’s inane reasoning—if only to save face, she supposes.

❝ & what fresh mutant prison are they going to put you in? The newly constructed one in Neverland? Your excuses are weak and you can’t hold witty banter to save your life—bye. ❞

With that, she makes a move to leave, mock curtsying before pivoting on her heel, a scoff slipping past. Adults. 

[nxmyeri]

nxmyoona replied to your post:event plots!!!

could i have the fireflies plot pls omg c:

sorry! :’c someone messaged me about it before you! but we should totally do something else for the event if the other two i have rn doesn’t work for you bebs

[nxmyeri]

event plots!!!

wonderwall : essentially, she’s about to use the bathroom—ppg panties slid down and everything before !!! the light goes out & in a moment of (honest dumbfuckery) she slips and falls and maaaaybe gets stuck in toilet. and in the dark, with her tushie wet and stuck—she screams. and fire bursts forth from the bathroom stall, through the cracks of the second floor bathroom door. here is where you come in. if you dare

fireflies : it’s dark. not a light in sight. naturally, she utilizes what genetics have given her—and not that pistol of a mouth this time around—and blows little fire balls into the hallway as she’s rounding a corner where, a cruel twist of fate strikes, you two meet. it takes 0.5 seconds for your shirt to catch on fire.

trap : she doesn’t know how to set up a fucking tent.

[nxmyeri]

« you, » makes no hesitation in his next movement, lifting a hand to flick her forehead, « should really respect your elders. »

[ ☆ ] — Me. { ** ` parrots, wincing a bit at the flick as a hand reaches up to slap over her forehead, rubbing absently while dainty features screw up } Bite me!