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[98flynn-blog]

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"Excuse me, what is that supposed to mean? Do you not trust my literary skills?" Pressing a hand against his chest, he looked at her in an offended manner, his brows furrowed but a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I'll have you know my high school literature teacher told me that I have potential.. that is, when i showed up to class."

Noticing that they arrived at the coffee shop, he opened the door for her, letting her walk in before he closed it again, nodding towards his co-workers and heading towards the back to grab his apron, motioning for the woman to take a seat at an empty table. It was pretty early in the day, and usually not many people came by at that hour, meaning he could slack off for at least a little while.

Returning a couple of minutes later with two cups of coffee, he took a seat in front of her, an eyebrow raised. "Of course I noticed. But did you notice a decrease in the frequency of my messages? I don't think so. You're not getting rid of me that easily."

Snorting as he took a sip of his bitter, unsweetened coffee, he looked at her over the rim of the mug. "I already have the prison mapped out. I just need to buy a shovel in order to dig my way to your cell. You won't break a nail, but I hope you don't mind the smell of sewers."

Staring through the large windows at the people aimlessly walking through the streets of Seoul, he didn't turn his head towards her when he answered. "All the fun stuff to do is either illegal or a sin. So what does that leaves us with to be honest? We'd have to find our fun by doing something like.. starting a knitting club."

[98flynn-blog]

♡ + superheroes

He raises his right arm and, pressing a small button hidden in the layers of his suit, shoots a grappling hook towards the roof of the building in front of him, before jumping over the ledge. Soaring gracefully through the air, he used the momentum of his jump to grab onto the rough burgundy tiles of the roof, removing the hook of his gadget before pressing another button in order to rectract the cord. Pulling himself up with one hand wasn’t an easy feat, but years of training helped him develop better endurance. 

Sitting on the roof, his breath is labored as he struggled not to loose consciousness. Fives years into this and he still hated running. Inspecting the large amount of damage done to his suit, he lets out a long-suffering sigh, thinking of the “I-told-you-so” speech he was going to have to endure upon returning to the Watchtower. Running a had over his face, he could already hear the taunts of the smug archer ringing in his ears. Just what he needed. Some part of him wished the giant steroid-loving brute would’ve just finished the damned job so at least his teammates would feel bad for making fun of him for completely butchering a mission. In the distance, the sound of an alarm could be heard, and his head whipped in that direction before he felt something hit him in the back of his head. As the sound of the alarm grew louder and louder by the second, he tried to gather himself. In the distance, he could hear someone scream. He had to do something, he had to –

“WAKE THE FUCK UP, FRANKLYNN AHN, DO YOU REALLY WANT TO FAIL THIS FUCKING CLASS?” The shrill voice of his roomate rang in his ears, over the even more annoying (if that was even possible) sound of the alarm, as he kept hitting him with his pillow. “THE PROFESSOR SAID THAT IF YOU SKIP ONE MORE TIME, YOUR ASS FLIES OUT OF THIS SCHOOL.”

Reaching out to grab the offending pillow out of his roommate’s hand, he realised that he would rather fight a giant steroid-filled mutant than attend physics.

[seoulreppin-blog]

boksoonie:

He laughs a little, a fair point from the girl, but if the world was full of liars, then Geunseong could at least count on himself to be honest-- for the most part. He was an honest person, but mainly, only to himself. He had traits that of which a pathological liar, hence why, despite his history of arrests, there were a lot of crimes he’d gotten away with from lying through his teeth.

“Ay, why add yourself to the list of liars in the world? If there’s one person you can trust in the world it’s yourself-- don’t wanna spoil that for yourself now do you?” He asks, lips twitching upwards into a grin. “Being a good liar is also about knowing when you’re being honest too miss, otherwise how would you know when you’re being a good liar?” He asks, though his question was rhetorical.

“Nah, I’m not-- I believe in manipulating the world, just don’t manipulate yourself with it.”

[98flynn-blog]

♡ + princess

“You’re my princess, and every princess needs a knight at her side, to protect her from all harm.”

This absolutely clichéd sentence used to be followed by the lady in question being presented a small gift, whether it was a flower, or a drawing, or a cup of her favorite coffee (”Iced Cinnamon Almondmilk Macchiato”, he still remembers), after which the knight would dutifully remove his liege’s book bag from her shoulder, as they would slowly make their way through central park, his hand gently holding hers. 

A few months later, the same nickname flashed on the screen of his phone, as he was angrily trying to get a hold of a cab, a travel bag filled to the brim resting on his shoulders. He didn’t need this. Not today, and not ever again. Spotting a yellow vehicle making its way towards him through the heavy rain, he quickly opened the door and more or less threw himself in the backseat. “JFK”, he told the driver, his voice rough and his throat sore. Unlocking his phone, he stared at the numerous missed calls and unread text messages, all from the same person. Biting the bullet, he opened them all, his frown getting deeper and deeper with each message he read. God, it was like an episode of some soap opera, he thought as his eyes moved from one message to another, empty sentences like “He meant nothing.” or “Please answer my calls, I can explain.” only making him more and more angry. He was ready to unleash all his pent up frustration when another message, this time from someone else, came in. The words “TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF I LOVE YOU 💞💞💞!!” brought a small, crooked smile to his lips, and he responded with a short “I always take care of myself, don’t worry about me. I’ll be there before you know it. Love ya.”, before switching to airplane mode. Pocketing his phone once more, he stifled a sigh, a weird mix of emotions washing over him. He knew he was being a coward, running to another damn continent to get away from issues he didn’t want to deal with, but at the same time he couldn’t bring himself to regret it. His gut told him he was making the right decision, and if he had learnt anything from the past week it was to trust his gut. He just wished he had done so when she started acting weird. It would’ve certainly saved him from a great deal of headaches. 

She was still his princess. Even after all that had happened between them, and all the heartache she put him through, that’s how he was always going to remember her. His princess, that had fallen from grace.

[yjeongs-blog]

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Truthfully, it may have been his first time buying flowers however it was for a special occasion. Many would assume it’d be to bring his girlfriend flowers, but being a single and hardworking man, the only woman he would even think of was his mother. But unfortunately, it’d been years since her passing away and the said day marked her death’s anniversary. Something he usually did during that day, was bring something she used to like. Whether this was making her favorite food on that day, buying something she would’ve enjoyed or like today, bringing her favorite set of flowers to have their house decorated with something that gave off a vibe of hers. His father had gotten used to it, and even participated in the matter. It’d become a family tradition, to honor his late mother.

‘Excuse me?’ He asked in his usual thick accent. ‘I’m looking for a certain flower, I’m wondering if you have it..  Amaryllis, I think that’s what it’s called, do you have those in a bouquet or a piece or something?’ He fumbled somewhat over his words but he was certain of the flower he was looking for and was determined to bring something of that sort home.

[spoiledsovls]

@boksoonie.

hiccup after hiccup, couldn’t the girl drink some water? it was quite annoying, especially since hyejung was just trying to concentrate on what was in front of her and not beside her. who did she think she is? how come, out of all the other empty seats that were in the library, the girl had to sit next to her? irritated, hyejung moves a seat down while grumbling incoherent words. grabbing the highlighter from behind her ear, she starts to work again before the hiccups bubble up to the surface. she’s grinding her teeth by now, unable to stop glancing at the other girl. it felt like the library was empty besides the both of them. of course, that wasn’t the case and there were several others but they just didn’t seem to care as much as hyejung did. 

with a deep breath, she inhales through her nose before exhaling through her mouth. turning her head, she mutters through the spaces in between her teeth.

“an y’find some water? you’re gettin’ real annoyin’.”

[daviscre-archived]

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                            boksoonie                             For every ϟ in my inbox I’ll tell you a random                             thought my muse has about yours  !

ϟ  I hope she doesn’t think I am all too crazy about coffee even though i may have it everytime we meet up. ϟ  Sometimes I wished she was more open to me about what’s troubling her. I want to help. ϟ  Im glad she and Mochi are getting along all tho I hope he wont forget about me. ϟ  It feels nice to have found a friend who I can be nothing more than myself around, im glad she doesn’t judge, kay maybe she judges me a lil cus im weird but who am I kidding? Im always weird. Im glad she’s still here. ϟ  I hope she is taking good care of herself these days, I am a little worried.

[jeongchinoli-blog]

ϟ x 28

For every ϟ in my inbox I’ll tell you a random thought my muse has about yours.

Does she know she looks like that when she sleeps? She looks like a storm is brewing in her mind until I take her into my arms, and the furrow in her brows releases and her seas calm. I think I’ll keep that to myself.

I hate when I’m not with her. Every moment is daunting and taunting and cruel. I just want to be with her.

Do Bok Soon is a wicked woman. I don’t understand where she learned all these charms, but I’m completely bewitched.

I want to dance with her and for her and because of her. I have always hated dancing, but she makes me want to.

What is she thinking? Behind those false moves, their is a hidden motive. What is it that I’m not seeing?

I swear to god... Why does she turn me into a high school boy who doesn’t know when to make his move? 

Do Bok Soon... She should have called by now. Does she want me to worry? Maybe I should call. Am I really this whipped? Yes.

She is so sexy... 

I hate the way she can literally do anything she wants then make that face, and I instantly forgive her. She needs to stop running my life.

I’ve never been so scared to lose someone. I don’t think there has ever been someone so necessary for my survival.

Why won’t Do Bok Soon have sex with me? I feel like she is trying to test me, but she already won. I am her slave, her humble peasant. Why won’t she? 

She’s so smart in a way that doesn’t define her to books or logic. She can tell me biological concepts and also pull me into waters of her deepest theories on life. She’s so brilliant.

I think no one will ever see me like she does. Past all the bullshit, she sees me. 

I bet she’s a freak.

She loves to taunt me, but I’m going to get even within the next five minutes. Just wait, Do Bok Soon!

Why the fuck is that guy talking to my Do Bok Soon?

Maybe critiquing Do Bok Soon’s brother’s question was not my best move to get on good terms with her family. She looks so upset with him for hitting me. I need to be better for her.

Do Bok Soon is a good person. She may think she is a travesty, but she truly is someone who has a good heart. Even in the darkest, she finds light.

I cannot tell if I always knew I was missing her or if I met her and realized that. I just feel so completed with her.

I think I have to kill her cat. 

She’s gross, but okay.

I’ve always where I’d be with my girlfriends in ten years before, but with Do Bok Soon, I don’t wonder. I know she’ll be cradling our baby glaring at me for saying some terribly cliche comment. 

I will never let her down. I swear to myself and to her, I will never let her down.

She could murder me, and I would love her in the next life. I’d probably love her even more from the separation.

I love her, but that would be stupid to say this early. Still, I know I love her.

Wow. She’s so evil and stupid. She needs to stop smiling after.

Her blushing will be the death of me. Why does it always encourage me, though?

I want to give her everything.