#celxyubi

[notcelxmoonbyul-blog]

let me bother you ★ mby & lyb

celxyubi

Byulyi was never the morning person, and so she really hate waking up earlier than ten in the morning -- which is mostly what she does whenever she has classes. And so, today was such a great day. It was her rest day, no work, no school. Just her and her bed though she actually already planned to do something fun, and go out, probably hang out with someone. It was already past ten in the morning when she woke up, feeling all freshened up after taking a shower -- she finally decided to give her friend a message. She haven’t seen Yubi for awhile, probably more than a month or even more. She couldn’t even remember when was the last time she had seen the girl at all. That was a sign that she should catch up with her.

[ ✉️  sms ⇢ yubi ] hey are you free today? we haven’t catch up lately! omg. you seemed really busy TT have you forgotten all about me already?

[ ✉️  sms ⇢ yubi ] ew that sounds so gross and so not me. pretend i didn’t said that. i was kidding. but seriously, we need to catch up! give me a text or something if you’re free today, yeah?

[ ✉️  sms ⇢ yubi ] my treat!!!!  

[kwonji-yong-blog1]

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10: french kiss （＠ーεー＠）

The strobe lights flashes every once in a while and the bass pulsates along Jiyong’s veins and he can feel the rush of his blood. He’s tipsy, and feels the alcohol making his head heavy. With hooded eyes, he tries to make his way back to his friends. There’s a massive crowd tonight and Jiyong dislikes it because everyone’s pushing everyone else but then again, he always finds himself here at the club on a Friday or Saturday night.

He’s been worming his way through the dance floor like a lost blind sheep and fuck, is he lost? He’s fucking sure it’s the same way. He makes a mental note to strangle Soohyuk because why can’t they just party at their usual club? Jiyong walks round in circles and two drunk girls pour themselves at him. He brushes them off because no, and the lights flashes again and shines against this girl that is very familiar, this girl he must have seen before—

“Yubi?” Jiyong calls out, only for himself to hear because the music is cranked loud enough to wake the whole neighborhood and make his way to the raven-haired.

“Alone?” Jiyong snides with a smug grin on his face. Yubi rolls her eyes and gives him a face. They’re like cats and dogs since day one, and they only see each other when one of his model has photoshoots which isn’t frequent. But Jiyong likes to throw her off balance, likes to tease her just to see her reaction. It’s quite comical really, and cute. She won’t need to know the latter though. 

So he dances next to her and grooves to her space, eliminating all personal boundary and she leers, “You must be drunk.” And Jiyong’s staring right at her lips and all he can think is how much he wants to taste them, they must be really sweet and he realizes maybe he has been lusting for her all this while. So without warning really, and disregard of her approval, he slides his hands on her waist pulling her close to him and roams all the way up to cup her face and leans in, a grin breaking on his face. he can smell the alcohol on her too and crashes his lips unto hers. Soft, full, so fucking soft, goddamn those lips. Jiyong could kiss them forever. He sucks, nibbles, and she’s definitely into it because her hand grabs a fistful of his hair and his blood rushes a little down south. 

It isn’t long before their tongues entwined and they go on like that, not a care in the world, and get breathy and high from all this adrenaline rush. Yubi pulls away first, and leans on Jiyong’s chest for a bit. Jiyong grins bites her lobe, which gives him a slight flinch in response and is pleased she had the same effect he did. “I think you’re drunk too.”

[celxjia-blog1]

Forgive me

I will write a drabble about my character forgiving yours or vise versa.

The little girl  staggered back at the sight of her, no.. of Takaroth’s doing. 

Jia lied on the floor, red liquid spreading throughout the tiles. Jia held her bloodied neck with a shaky hand. Her body twitched as she tried to move, but the pain and the quick loss of blood did not permit it.

Yubi’s shaking body moved towards her an kneeled down towards her and held on to her free hand. Jia looked at the girl with blood covering her mouth and forced a smile through all the pain. “Yubi…” Jia strained herself to speak. Her body couldn’t take it anymore and it pained her to speak more. Her sight was beginning to seem hazy and it was difficult for her to move. All she could hear was the little girl crying and Jia wanted to reassure her that it was okay. That she didn’t hate her. “I know it wasn’t you…” Jia mumbled, closing her eyes and drifting off.

[chanyeolxcelx-blog]

Bite Me

Bite Me: my character will bite yours on any part of their body

Details weren’t all that important. What mattered was that Chanyeol ended up in bed with a petite, but quite alluring female. A deathly vibe continuously surrounded her and Chanyeol sure as Hell loved such vibes. He tasted death before and he wouldn’t regret trying it again, if it involved some pleasure time as well. 

Stripped of clothes and of all other inhibitions, he let his curious hands discover the other’s skin, palms registering the smooth texture as his lips soon followed example. From her knee, lower towards the inner side of her thigh, he found a spot which he would mark. Without hesitation his teeth dug in the plush texture, in the layer of flesh, a vibrant and content hum leaving his lip as his canines enjoyed the sensation of sinking into the warmth. He nipped at the spot as his hands gripped firmly from the outer side and held firmly, almost bruising onto the limb. He felt temptation, he wanted to bite until it bleed.

It took only a few moments of teasing before he sucked harshly and forced the blood to nearly reach the surface, creating the beautiful mark which might or might not have the female remember their actions for the following days. He licked his freshly marked spot and turned his gaze up at her, smirking subtly as he suggested his previous moved, licking his lips and diving lower. The would surely enjoy the night. 

[247xbora]

Alice. ; kyr & lyb — ;

Everyone was trying to get things ready and Yuri's bad obsession with animals kicks off again. It was an open park which the people will easily crowd into but since it was tuesday morning, the shoot was off to a good start with no crowd to keep away from watching and lurking around too much. But Yuri calls for trouble every time and she doesn't get guilty over anything at all. It's either you pay them with money or you let them nag to their heart's content to feel better and pretend like nothing's wrong. "Miss Megan!" Yuri turned her head to one of the staff members when she held the white rabbit into her arms, as her fingers ran thoroughly through it's white and soft fur. Her blue dress looking exquisite and that bow on her hair calls her character Alice in place with a modern twist.

"Yes?" Batting her eyelashes as the staff member smiles at her and shows her how the whole shoot will be going, through the concept design to the possible more ideas that was thoroughly detailed from the start to the end. The rabbit was struggling so she puts Mr. Rabbit down because he was shivering and to her surprise, the little white animal starts running off. The cambion screams even before she can chase it. "Mr. Rabbit! Come back!" She calls out and heads for a run, bumping to a random stranger as she chases after the rabbit, grabbing on her knees to catch her breath. "You!" She points the other with a tone of authority. "Catch that rabbit! If you catch that rabbit, I will grant you one wish! Any wish! Now run!"

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[chencel-blog]

“The Crow” - Chen & Yubi

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A cool wind fingers its way between Jongdae’s sleek black feathers, caressing the bare skin underneath, while high above the baking sun warms the back of his outstretched wings. He rides the heatwave briefly, gliding it, before twisting in the air and lifting himself higher towards the sparse clouds, wobbling on his wings ungracefully. Distantly below him, Seoul’s traffic calls him home through a veil of smog, but from here he could see beyond Seoul, to the land stretched out ahead of him, roads forking and slithering off in all directions, to mountains peaking over ahead of him. If a crow could sigh, Jongdae would have managed it just then. For a few minutes more, he allows himself to be free, to fly, before dipping and diving downwards, back towards the city. But while a bird is taught the importance of air acrobatics and landing, Jongdae never quite had that experience. The wind begins to ruffle his feathers awkwardly as his body twists downwards. He flaps somewhat frantically, catching a breeze and forcing himself straight, but the correction was too little, and too late. He clumsily flies forward, clipping his wing onto a lamp post and smashing head first into the window pane of the building behind. His clouded vision lasts only long enough to see the crow-shaped mark he had left on the window, before his eyes rolled back and a spasm of pain spread through his falling body. As he falls, his wings stretch out grotesquely, bones snapping and reordering themselves as fingers spread out of the ends. It is this transformation that perhaps saves him permanent fractures from the fall as his body sets to reordering itself. He left a trail of tattered feathers behind him as his naked body slammed down onto the pavement below, a boy again and a crow no longer.