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-Anna
Name the paring please!!
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Dropping a new starter call for new mutual. Gonna try to go to bed. Thanks guys. Like if you wanna plot or just a random starter. Y'all know the drill. If multi. Name muses !!
-Anna
Name the paring please!!
@diverse-hearts asked: “Is it socially acceptable to go out in nothing but a wet towel?” - Chu heatwave starter sentences - seasonal accepted
There was a small, offended gasp that escaped the young woman as soon as Chuuya had said such a thing.
“It is absolutely not! The towel could slip and then…”, there was a pause, signaling that she was never going to finish the sentence. However, the imagination of him losing his towel caused her cheeks to heat up in a deep, crimson shade and her gaze shifted away from him. Oh no, those weren’t pictures she was supposed to have in her mind, even if they were married!
“I… ”
“You… could get really badly hurt if you don’t wear anything! So uh… wear shoes at least!”, she spoke while flailing around with her arms rather dramatical.
@diverse-hearts asked: "I know he can be a lot to handle at times...but he's just excited to celebrate with you...", Vandy smile lightly as he handed a bag over to Saeran, "Anyways here, happy birthday. least you don't drive me as crazy...though you do have your own quirks too..." Inside was a new phone, a portable music player with headphones and a small box of ice cream cone shaped cup cakes. He felt as though Saeran could use the update - and some privacy from his brother from time to time too.
Saeran still hadn't confirmed Vanderwood's true role in his brother's life. He knew that he had been in the same agency - given, the brown haired man had kidnapped him once accidentally after all. But what was he now? A normal maid? Just somebody who took care of that sloth? Eyes in the unnatural color of mint starred at Vanderwood for a long time as if unsure whatever to trust him or not. Though, he did have proven to be the most normal person in this bunker, unlike Saeyoung and himself.
"I just don't understand how he could be so enthuastic for such day.", the man who's hair was still white to that time answered. Fingertips gliding over the edge of the bag, unsure if he could truly accept it. It felt more than wrong and he waited for the other man to lash out in any moment, if he were to accept the bag. Because so far, he had been always stuck with people who seemed to enjoy lashing out on him for everything he did. His mother, his savior - Vanderwood and even his brother had yet to show their true faces. He was waiting for it every day, every second and it made him feel on edge that they still hadn't gotten angry about him for simply existing.
"Had he always been like this on our birthday?"
❝ it's fine; it doesn't bother me at all. ❞ on the contrary, it actually bothers him greatly — to such a degree that he's clutching his journal with a white-knuckled grip. ( fortunately it remains concealed beneath the leather of his gloves. )
@diverse-hearts &&. liked for a ONE LINER.
@diverse-hearts has liked for a starter! || Zen and Rika~
"Oh... Rika. What are you doing here?"
It was a coincidence that he'd stepped out to the same balcony as her. Zen felt the cravings for nicotine most often during the evening, especially when the sky was clear and the air outside was fresh... ironic how that put him in the mood for a smoke.
The moment he'd noticed someone else was already out there however, the hand that had reached to pluck out his packet from the front pocket of his jacket hesitated.
"Are you all right? If someone's bothered you, you can tell me. I'll show them what happens to who disrespects a lady.~" He low-key hoped it was Jumin. He hadn't had an excuse to get angry with him in a while.
@diverse-hearts said: send 🎄 for our muses to decorate the christmas tree together . - Futaba!
holiday ask meme ! | Accepting
"This is the last time I'm getting glitter Christmas balls." He's sure there is some glitter that he hadn't managed to get out of his hair. Thankfully, half of the decorations for their tree were nearly complete thanks to Futaba's help and a stepladder to help her reach some higher branches. "It's looking good. Now all we need is the star on top and some presents. You got that covered?" He turned to her, smiling at last.
@diverse-hearts asked: “ ssh, go back to sleep. ” - Shirase (BSD Reverse!) protective prompts - always accepting
Small feet tapped quietly over the cold floor of their home. The girl had been unable to sleep, thirsty too and so she had went on the mission to get something to drink. Alone at that, after figuring out that her twin brother was still asleep. However, she heard voices once she had left the room, so many of them too! So she got curious and wanted to follow from where they came. But instead, she found herself tugged into another direction. Big, azure eyes starring at the man with white hair - realizing that it was her papa!
“I…”, nervously she pulled on the long sleeve of her pyjamas, unsure if it was bad to ask if she could just stay with her parents until she got felt sleepy enough - she could just try to get something to drink by herself - with luck. The voices grew quiet and instead, a loud ‘thud’ could suddenly be heard from the other room, along with a few bad words she didn't understand.
“SHIRASE! CHUUYA!”, she could hear her mom's voice from the other room. “God, just…”, thud, “stay”, thud, “still", thud, "already...! I NEED SOME HELP HERE, BEFORE I MAKE HIS GODDAMN HEAD ROLL!”.
Confusion was clear on the little girl's face, “Is mommy playing a game?”.
If somebody were to look into the bigger room, they would find Miran trying to stop a thug from running away - trying to not show her ability too soon - at least not until they knew from where they came. Her hands held both of his wrists, but the thug - who's face was hidden beneath his hood - struggled harshly against her grip.
❝ ... what does it mean when somebody says SORRY? ❞ he muses lightly. ❝ is it true regret, or just a formality? ❞
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