#chcrrycoke

[thesetruths]

     lyric starter for @chcrrycoke​. lyric from: the act of holding on and letting go by flatsound.

     ❛ YOU CAN’T STAND IN my doorway for long. ❜ hand grips the edge of the door as they’re both stood between the outside world and his home. ❛ it’s eleven o’clock. they’re expecting you home. ❜ daniel’s voice is slow, seemingly unbothered ... but while he’s telling them to go, he’s starting to think he wouldn’t mind if they stayed.

[scltys]

✘ k^2? :3

✘ my muse finding out they are infected and telling yours.

kyo can’t keep it up for much longer, he knows. kit keeps shooting him concerned glances, keeps trying to shuffle closer, and kyo, making excuses to step away, worries. worries because it’s so short, the time he has left with kit, and he can’t put an exact time on it and what if kyo just has the crippling urge to lean over and-

no. no! minkyo could never hurt kit, not even if there was a gun pressed to his temple and a stern voice demanding it.

and so... the only logical conclusion is that whatever is about to happen to him is going to turn him into someone... something... something not minkyo. the idea makes the lump in his throat swell even more. the idea has him turning and asking kit if they can go somewhere private for a minute. and kit, with his wide eyes, nods wordlessly and follows behind him.

when they’re alone, kyo turns, and takes a minute just to study him. he’s so... beautiful. he always has been. he’s always thought it, right back from that first minute, that first day when he was making noise in his room, the room that shared a wall with kit’s, at 3am because it’s the only way he could think of to get his beautiful neighbour to notice him. thought he was beautiful even when kit stared at him with fire in his eyes and poison in his words. even more so, actually.

he doesn’t realise there are tears in his eyes until one of them drips off the sharp edge of his jaw. “sorry,” he says quickly, his voice shaking, “god, sorry. i’m sorry.” his eyes stay trained on kit’s as he reaches for his collar and pulls his ragged shirt down to expose the gaping, savage bite a zombie left on his left shoulder, ending over his collarbone, the very collarbone kit litters with kisses when kyo’s feeling miserable.

his smile is watery, his instinct to protect kit’s feelings hitting him like a truck. “they, um, they got me, kit. it... i didn’t hear it coming.”

[divinecries]

         ‘   there  is  no  way  that  you  actually  just  flirted  with  that  asshole.   ’   //  @chcrrycoke​

[thervnaways]

( ready, set, @chcrrycoke​! )

                   it’s quite endearing to quinn how the other has yet to stop talking about her latest findings about the supernatural world. frankly, if she just asked, the vampire would tell her everything she knew but she supposes that takes out the fun in learning about all the creatures. still, it’s way too late for a normal human to be awake, and while she doesn’t get tired, she can’t imagine that the girl has enough energy to keep talking the way she is. 

quinn’s sprawled on the other’s bed, ‘sleeping’ over to entertain ramona and her interest in paranormal and whatnot. she stares at her with a raised brow, cutting her off before she can continue to ramble. “hey, mona, you sure you’re not tired yet? i mean, i’m as interested in ghouls as you are but... it’s almost 3am i think. kinda late for you, isn’t it?”

[scltys]

1. things you said at 1 am (k^2 :3)

things you said at 1am

“baaaaaaaby,” kyo singsongs softly, the corners of his lips pulling upwards, “oh, my baaaaaaaby...”

then he violently shoves his chest of drawers against the wall. the wood bangs in protest against the faux-brick. “hmmm,” he says loudly, “i don’t think it quite looks good there. nothing like a remodel at 1am.” he drags the piece of furniture again, the legs squealing against his hard-wood floors. he bangs it against the opposite wall, where it had been originally. the wall he shares with hit neighbour, kit. it thumps angrily, a bottle of perfume cracking against the wall, too.

“aw,” kyo pouts, going to pick up the bottle and lean heavily on the wall. the volume of his voice does not change. “my favourite perfume! oh, what a loss. what a travesty. what an absolute abomination of a-”

on cue, the neighbour bangs on the wall, three sharp raps. through the wall, he makes out a muffled, “SHUT. UP.”

“ah,” kyo says, “there you are, my baby!” he giggles, his face softening, glad his cute neighbour can’t see the lovestruck look on his face. why else would he continue to bug kit, night after night after night? his neighbour has not seemed to figure this out. cute though he is, the brain cells are slightly (slightly) lacking. that’s fine. kyo can bring the brains.

“I-AM-NOT-YOUR-BABY!!!!!” kit screeches through the wall, all in one breath.

“sure you are,” kyo argues, resting his head on the wall softly. “why else would i bother you so much? i really like you.”

[scltys]

24. things you said when we were alone (h^2)

things you said when we were alone

haneul watches heather watch herself, staring into the mirror like it’s told her something she can’t quite believe and she needs it repeated. the tap is still running. cold water to shock the system. there are droplets of it on heather’s perfectly made up face, dripping off of the sharp edge of her jaw as she pants, chest heaving. her hand is clasped around the handle, and it shakes. the ring she wears clinks off the metal, she’s trembling so bad.

haneul, she... she doesn’t really... get it. she can guess, based on what heather has said before, what she snapped at blair before storming off to the bathroom, but... that’s nothing concrete. haneul likes concrete. she likes facts, and evidence, and research. she doesn’t... like this.

she doesn’t know how to do this.

she doesn’t, but... it’s heather.

so, she steps forwards, her footsteps quiet, her voice soft. “hey, heather?” she asks. heather jerks, as though she hadn’t noticed the door swing shut a second time, as though she’d been too busy looking at herself to notice. her mouth opens uncertainly.

haneul reaches a hand out towards the tap handle, and heather releases it immediately. the sound of rushing water stops, and the two just look at each other for a moment. haneul considers apologising, but stops herself - she won’t apologising for working hard, and doing her best, and getting the top mark of the class. that’s not something she will apologise for. haneul picks her words carefully, always. is quiet, but considers what she wants to get across before it comes out. arguments are avoided like that, she thinks. with patience and articulance.

“he’s going to kill me,” heather says, her voice wobbly, her eyes dropping to the ground now. her mouth twists into a scowl that doesn’t suit her face, but is seen there often. especially times like right now.

haneul’s heart sinks. although not on the receiving end of abuse, she knows what it’s like to have a dad with unrealistic expectations and little room for forgiveness. she steps forward hesitantly, eyes trained on heather’s face. finally, she picks her words. “heather, can i hug you?”

heather looks up, slowly, eyebrows furrowed. “but i... yelled at you, i-”

haneul interrupts, “heather.” her arms open a little. she doesn’t know how to do this, but... “it’s okay. i understand. i know... i know how much pressure you have on you, and i- i just... it’s going to be okay. we’ll figure it out, heather. so just...”

heather steps into haneul’s arms, buries her face into haneul’s neck. and if it’s clammy with warm tears afterwards, who’s to know?

[scltys]

‘ i like a boy and it’s ruining my life goodbye ’ ( kit + blair )

“hnnnnnnnnn,” blair whines as he collapses into the seat across from kit, his head banging on the table as he puts it down. “hhhhhhnnnnnnn,” he whines again, louder, when he’s ignored. it’s only when his manager gives a stern warning that blair stops making the high pitched sound and opts instead to look at kit with the best puppy-eyes he can muster.

“hyun hasn’t messaged me, and it’s made me fuck up every single coffee order we’ve had,” he explains miserably, taking his phone out to show his empty lockscreen -- his background a photo of him and Hyun pulling the stupidest faces. “ohhhhhh my god. i like a boy - a, a fucking idiot - and it’s ruining my life. goodbye,” he slams his head back onto the coffee table with a miserable little thunk.

[scltys]

‘ there’s this thing u should try it’s called stop ignoring me ’ ( blyun. NFLKRFGTNR )

“hey. hey. hey. hey. hey.” blair stares at the boy across from him, watches him stare at his phone and scroll mindlessly. he knows it’s mindless because hyun, not unlike himself, does not have a brain to scroll with. really, who gets mad because he told someone else he’d marry them for laughing at his joke? that’s just- that’s just polite. that’s manners. and blair is all about the manners, you know?

he reaches over to poke his shoulder, his neck, his cheeks, keeping up his stream of “hey” and “hyun” as he does so. “stop- hyun, there’s this thing you should try.” he keeps poking hyun’s cheek. “it’s called stop ignoring meeeeeeee. i’m sorry i said i’d marry someone else, i just find it incredibly sexy when someone laughs at my- oh, no.” he purses his lips as he realises he just called someone else sexy, for whatever reason. well. no coming back from this now.