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incoming msg from ➛ jacob
jacob: babe i know you're probably going to hate me for saying this
jacob: i think we might have to reschedule movie night..
jacob: I tried so hard to make sure i had tomorrow free
jacob: but i'm going to be stuck at the company all day...
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grayson has always been someone that was more than oblivious. and that was clearly the case with seb. they’d been hanging out together a lot lately. and grayson, in his oblivious nature, never saw anything in that. the brunette enjoyed the time that he spent with the soccer player. partially even enjoyed going to support him at his games, even though he generally didn’t have a clue to what was going on. and yet it was still a hell of a surprise when out of literally no where seb was kissing him. “uh.” was all he managed to say as the other pulled back from him.
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he’ll fall to the ground, exasperated. at the moment titus doesn’t care for the snow that’s seeping into the fabric of his blood stained shirt. they’d traveled all the way to tohoku, japan for a lead that he failed to capture. at least the frigid wind, continuously nipping away at his exposed skin would allow him to feel something other than defeat. “we were so close, so damn close and i had to mess up last minute. damn it!” his fingers would rake into the ground, snow reddening his palms from the grasp he’d have. titus would throw the ball of snow in his grasp into the dark abyss, flinching at the movement. glancing to just beneath his shoulder, he’ll see the gash left by the spirit that had escaped just barely. albeit, his care for his own wound doesn’t seem to be prevalent since his thoughts are more towards fixing his mistake. “now what the hell are we supposed to do?”
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their hands brushed for a moment as kenji reached out to grab the iced coffee before seungjin could finish pushing it across the counter. “that’s exactly what i’m saying,” kenji beamed, going to lift the drink up and take a sip of it through the straw. “i only want things that taste like you made it,” the older said, subtext laying out in the open for seungjin to interpret. “can’t i come visit you? is that a crime?”
his lips stretched into a smile as he shook his head, “of course not. you can visit me any time you want, it’s just that... it’s a little far for you, no?” seungjin leaned against the counter as he rests his chin on his palm, “did you have a busy day?” a fond smile decorated his features, his hand subtly placed on the counter so that he could reach for the man’s hand. “i missed you.”
SOOBIN JUST GRINS AT KENJI as he walks into the man's penthouse, wings already whisked away back into the magic tattoos upon his shoulders. ❝ but of course i did , kenji , i flew here . ❞ he raises his eyebrows as he moves into the living room, stopping short of the coffee table. ❝ do you really think i would stay with you if i only liked you for clothes ? ❞ soobin asks, tapping his chin thoughtfully even as a playful grin settles on his lips. ❝ silly kenji , ❞ soobin scolds, moving to give kenji a tiny kiss on the top of his head before moving back to look inside the bag. ❝ oh kenji ... ❞ he breathes, reaching into the bag to touch the item within. ❝ you designed it just for me ... ? ❞ he looks at kenji, eyes so bright they look like stars. [ orig . // @lovctalk ]
OPEN TO : m / f / nb CLOSED STARTER FOR : @lovctalk PLOT : here
why do you keep staring at me? kangmin blinks at the question his friend had asked , smile spreading over the librarian’s face in an attempt to cover his moment of weakness . ‘ what ? ’ he nervously twiddles with the necklace around his neck , a silver thing he’d had for ever , picked it up back when the two had FIRST met , the metal well worn after nearly ten years of fiddling . ‘ oh—- you got a piece of food in your teeth . ’ he points , laughing at his friend . kangmin breathes out , believing his lie was good enough to disguise his surprise with just how well his friend had grown up . he drags his suitcase into their hotel room . it was COMPLETELY different to see the other in person as opposed to texts and facetimes—how he had never seen it before ? ‘ i’m warning you , i’m a cuddler , be prepared to be spooned , ok ? ’
+ ♣ : for sam & kalen
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♣ = discovering them crying .
it’s been too long. sam has missed his lovers something awful, so instead of heading back to the apartment with the other infernals, he goes right straight to zev and kalen’s instead. it’s slowly become his own home; he even has his own key, which he uses to let himself into the apartment. he’s pretty sure kalen should be asleep so he sneaks to the bedroom and freezes. there, on the bed, is kalen alright, but he’s shuddering and shaking, tears staining his face and the first thought sam asks himself is ’ why didn’t kalen call me ’ but it doesn’t matter really. his precious lover is in pain for whatever reason and he spares no time in crawling on the bed and pulling kalen into his lap. ❝ shh , ❞ he coos, kissing kalen’s forehead and rocking side to side. ❝ i’m here baby , ❞ sam whispers, dotting his lover’s face with kiss after kiss to calm his crying.
( @lovctalk ❤ for a starter | muse : kwon daeshim x monty | plot : the one we discussed ! )
FOR THE LONGEST TIME, daeshim has wondered how so many of these humans can be so blissfully unaware of the chaotic lives they live. sometimes he believes they just don't care, but most times he knows it's because many are powerless to help but live how they can and hope there's happiness. he wonders if this is how the lesser species on johwa felt. now that he's apart of the chaotic lives earthians live, daeshim wonders if that's how he'll soon be: just surviving.
in all this time though, there is someone who gives daeshim pause. one of the apartment tenants who lives on his floor seems to carry sunshine and sass in abundance. nothing ever seems to get him down and daeshim has been subtly studying him. the day he comes across monty standing in the laundry room crying is the day daeshim genuinely wonders what it is that could have broken monty to this point. ❝ are you okay ? ❞ he asks. is this the first time monty has heard his voice? maybe, daeshim can't remember.
