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[wonderhevrts]

cont. from here with @jay1x1rpblog​

Parker hadn’t ever gone on blind dates before, but his friend had insisted that he shouldn’t be alone during the holidays. So here he was, sitting across the table, with a handsome guy in front of him. Raymond seemed really sweet. Although Parker was a little nervous, he hadn’t been on a date in a while actually -- Blind or otherwise. And what did he say? That he’d rather be like Grinch? Good job, Parker.

“I, um.. I mean i..” He said and cleared his throat. “I guess i mean that i’m just getting more bitter around the holidays, because i’ve been on my own for some years now. So i guess Christmas has lost it’s.. charm for me. I like the Christmas lights and decorations, but.. I dunno.” Parker shrugged a bit, then blushed light pink. “Sorry, i.. Tend to ramble, when i’m nervous.”

[x-wearethefuture-x]

“ is it bad i really want to kiss you right now? ” for Miyeon and Sooyeon

@ofpearlsxgods

Was she joking? Or was she serious? Maybe Sooyeon was naive for never knowing, but some days it felt as if Miyeon wanted nothing more than to be her friend, and others it felt like maybe she was harboring a crush similar to Sooyeon’s. The shorter girl gave a soft laugh. Maybe she could kind of make a half-joke out of it while still seeing what her friend would do? “If you want to kiss me, then you should just do it.” She replied, tone a bit playful despite the fact that she was actually being sincere.

[x-wearethefuture-x]

“You be careful, alright? It’s not safe, and I worry.” (Miyeon and Sooyeon)

@ofpearlsxgods

“I don’t mean to worry you.” It was sweet of her to worry, but it was the last thing Sooyeon wanted her to be doing. Even if what Sooyeon was doing wasn’t exactly safe, “I may not look it, but I can handle myself. So try not to worry too much, okay?” She reached out to gently tuck a strand of hair behind Miyeon’s ear, avoiding the overwhelming urge to kiss the woman on the forehead to comfort her further, “I’ll text you when I get there and when I leave, alright? I shouldn’t be too long.”

[x-wearethefuture-x]

“So what’s your mutation?” Ian wrote on the paper

@whitehairednative

Sooyeon had never been particularly open about her mutations, and even now there was a moment in which she hesitated. But, ultimately, she took a pen from her purse and leaned over to write her answer on the piece of paper, “Ice and water manipulation and enhanced strength. What’s yours?”

[x-wearethefuture-x]

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Send "(─‿‿─)" to cuddle with my muse!

They were almost there. The goal was to reach this special school by tomorrow, if they could. If not tomorrow, then perhaps the day after. But they knew they were close. Close to salvation and acceptance.But the journey to where they were now had been difficult. Three teenagers with little knowledge of the world, trying hard to get by on their own- Honestly, Sooyeon and Seunghyun were both surprised that they were all still alive.The way this day had been going, however, left them wondering if they would make it through this final night together.It wasn’t quite winter yet, technically, but the first snow fall of the season had started in the midafternoon. Though it wasn’t coming down hard, the temperature had dropped considerably since the night before. They hadn’t been able to afford a sleeping bag for Angelica during this journey, and instead she often shared Sooyeon’s when it was cold or used the one spare blanket when it wasn’t too frigid out. But tonight... tonight it was far too cold for either option. Angelica hadn’t been properly fed when she was at the lab and joining up with two poor kids on the run certainly didn’t make matters any better. The trio had all lost a fair amount of weight since the start, though neither of the girls had much to lose in the first place. Shivering in their semi-worn out tent, Seunghyun came up with the plan to all huddle together for the night. They put the single blanket beneath them for a bit of insulation underneath (the tent had a bottom to it, but it wasn’t particularly good at keeping out the cold). Then the three of them lied beneath both, unzipped, sleeping bags, using them like blankets so that they could cover all three of them. Sooyeon slept on the far left, Seunghyun on the right, and small Angelica stayed between the two in the warmest position. Seunghyun and Sooyeon tucked the edges of the sleeping bags beneath them a little so that the covers wouldn’t move off of them as they slept, and then the three cuddled together to keep warm. “One more night.” Seunghyun murmured, a small reminder that they had almost made it. “One more night.” Sooyeon mirrored his words, a small, tired, smile in place.

[wonderhevrts]

I want to nom on you, Patrick.

“Nom on me? Well that’s new. Wanna explain that to me?”

[x-wearethefuture-x]

“What am I to you?” (Sooyeon and Miyeon)

@ofpearlsxgods

This was a question that she was unprepared to answer. There was a difference between knowing what she wanted Miyeon to be to her, and what the woman actually was. Miyeon liked her back. This much she knew. Or, at least, that’s what Miyeon had told her. But Sooyeon was still tiptoeing, uncertain, overly cautious. Her answer relied solely on knowing what she was to Miyeon.“You’re my best friend.” She began, looking down at her hands. That was the simplest truth, the easiest to speak. But it was not the whole truth, “And I...” Should she just say it? Miyeon knew already how she felt. There was little left to hide. But she felt nervous, “I want to be with you. I want... I want to take you on dates- cute dates, romantic dates, nights in snuggled up on the couch with a cheesy romcom and a bottle of wine. And I want kiss you when I see you, kiss you when you leave. Sometimes even just kiss you because I can’t believe how lucky I am to be the one who gets to do so. I want to hold you while you sleep, knowing that you’re safe right here with me. I want you, Miyeon. But I still don’t know... if you want me.” 

[x-wearethefuture-x]

"Are you really happy now?" (Miyeon and Sooyeon)

@ofpearlsxgods

The truth? “Mostly.” Maybe not as happy as some, but certainly happier than others. She had been through a lot, particularly in her youth, but she kept those things locked away tight, tried not to think on them or speak of them, “I don’t know if anyone is ever really happy, though. Not for long, at least.” There was always more they wanted. Always something that interrupted their happiness. There was always something. “But I’m fine most of the time. I have everything I need.” She had no reason to be unhappy. She had a career she loved, friends she loved, she was living more than comfortably in terms in money as well. She had no reason to ever be unhappy. None at all... “Everyone has a bad day here or there, right?”