#mpchanyeol

[exmpxtohil]

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tohil smacks a hand against the back of his son’s head, snatching the remote out of chanyeol’s fingers and changing the channel back to what he’d been watching earlier.

“i said you could come hang out at my place if you felt like it,” he says with a slight roll of his eyes that is entirely pretend annoyance. “i didn’t say you could camp over here for a month straight and turn on whatever tv program you like.” this is an absolute lie, of course, chanyeol hasn’t been over for a month straight, but he likes to exaggerate, especially so with his little firecracker of a son.

“if you are gonna stick around here longer at least make yourself useful and heat us up some nachos, would you?” there’s a momentary silence as he continues his path to the other couch, but as he puts the remote down on the coffee table he glances back sharply.

“and i mean properly, i don’t want black coals for dinner again,” he warns before the boy can think of doing something stupid just for the fun of it.

[mpxeijipark]

“Be true to yourself.”

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   Eiji is not really the new-age-boho-reiki-your-worries-away type when it comes to advice so he gives the other a look when he hears the words. How is that helpful? He supposes it should be on some level he doesn’t quite know about yet but at the moment it just makes him roll his eyes a bit.

  “I asked you about a mochi display, not my life choices,” Eiji says and then reaches up to rearrange the display in the window. He had propped it open to allow the crisp breeze in when Chanyeol had stopped momentarily. Why not ask a passerby? Couldn’t hurt. His eyes look back down at the display he has set up. It’s beautiful but it’s missing …..something.

  “It looks..well not enough. You got a minute?”

[mpxkrystal]

“Before you do amazing things, sometimes you have to mess up a little.”

shakespeare inspired starters: still accepting

Krystal was sat in her usual spot at the bar of Dr. Feelgoods. As a regular, she was quick to become acquaintances with the newest returning bartender. It had been a particularly grueling day at the hospital and she needed a drink a little stronger than her stash of wine at home. Which is how she ended up here, nursing a rum and coke and making conversation with Chanyeol.

“Are you speaking from experience, Chanyeol?”

[mpjiyeon-blog]

“I see you’re in love by the look in your eye.”

Jiyeon giggled, snuggled up against Chanyeol, Stevie on her lap. Puffy was around somewhere, too, but she was a little scared of Stevie, no matter how often Jiyeon tried to convince her that Stevie was a sweetheart.

“I’m not in love!! Besides, even if I was, it’s not like anything would happen.” She pouted a bit, looking up at her (unofficial) brother. “I think not a lot of guys would like someone like me. Or girls.”

[mpxharuki]

“Scars remind us that the past is real.”

shakespeare inspired starters: still accepting

Haruki was silent now, the surprise of someone approaching her causing her quiet sobs to catch in her throat. She thought for sure the park would be empty at this time of night and that she would be left to her pity and guilt alone. In her hands rested a worn photo of a child, a one or two-year-old child that was cradled in a man’s arms. The two were smiling to the camera and it was stained with teardrops, old and fresh. Her ears were drooping against her head, her face was flushed red and hot tears were streaming down her face.

She lifted her head to see who had spoken to her, taking in the stranger that stood tall above her. From her place in the grass below a tree, she could tell she didn’t recognize him. Her tail which was previously curled around her lap was now stiff with surprise.

“That doesn’t make them any easier to cope with.”

[mpxnuwa]

“I have a method to my madness.”

A grin tugged at Nuwa's red lips. “I do not doubt that, darling.” It was good to have Chanyeol back, even if that meant Nuwa had to devote more time to helping and healing him, like she was currently doing. Not that she was complaining, of course, she loved to take care of those she took under her wing.

The water gently moved around Chanyeol’s hands, soothing the pain and closing the broken skin. “But dearest, please be more careful. I do not mind healing you, but I worry about you regardless.”

[mpxvalentina]

of the same flame🔥

@mpchanyeol

valentina had heard from dio that one of his older bartenders had made their return and of course, she had to visit to check him out. so, she did as she does best and got dressed to impress. even though she knew feel goods wasn’t some fancy place, val was rarely not dressed to the nines. after a very productive day at the salon, she decided it was time for a drink. when she finally arrived at the familiar establishment she couldn’t help but smile as she made her way to her favorite seat along the bar.

immediately her eyes landed on a new face. a very handsome, new face and val was unashamed in her love for a handsome face. as she patiently waited her turn to be served she began watching the crowd. people watching to pass the time. when he finally made his way to her she gave him a warm smile. “hello handsome, i’ll take a rum and coke, please.” her warm smile stayed on her lips as she tossed her long silver hair over her shoulder.

[mpxrina-blog]

Get a Load of this Train Wreck | Chanyeol

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tw: miscarriage, blood

Rina felt like she was going to bite right through her lip. She wasn’t accustomed to feeling nervous, but her life had been hell in the past year and she was just coming out of being utterly broken. Between the break up with her ex and the subsequent heated meeting with her friend Chanyeol to ease the pain, to the weird sickly feelings that lead her to the dreaded moment when the pregnancy test showed positive on all four of the ones she’d taken in panic...to gradually accepting that it was the truth, her life now. Then wondering whether it was her estranged ex or her friend who had vanished without a trace that she should tell. Realizing she couldn’t tell either one, and then waking up in her own blood a month later. The whirlwind of shock, acceptance, and loss had turned Rina’s world upside down.

Now she’d heard that Chanyeol was back in town after going off to wherever without so much as a word. After finding a way to reach him and telling him they needed to talk, she headed to his apartment. Someone besides her needed to know what had happened, especially if it could have been them involved as well. That still didn’t make breaking the news any easier. “Hey, you possibly were almost a dad.” Yeah, not exactly what two old friends wanted to discuss right after one of them returned from being away.

Rina arrived at the address given and stood in front of the door, hesitating exactly in the way she knew she shouldn’t. It wasn’t until she came face to face with seeing Chanyeol again that she realized how much of a wreck she looked like: her worn sneakers, scraped knees, unruly dark hair. She’d forgotten makeup and hadn’t slept well, so her usually vivid and alert eyes were hollow and deprived. Her nerves had gotten the best of her and she’d chewed her lip. Rumor had it that since he’d been back, Chanyeol was spending time with at least one beautiful woman, and here she was looking like death incarnate. She’d even forgotten to repaint her chipped nails.

Sighing to herself, Rina lifted her hand to knock on the door. She’d come all this way, so she may as well just do it. After all, weren’t they just friends?