#raraaviis

[nuxnce]

{ raraaviis }

He lets out a small ‘oof’ when the female stumbled into his chest, his firm and large hands taking hold of her shoulders to steady her and create space between them. “Have a bit too much?” They were at a party so it was only natural to assume she had been drinking. Maybe she hadn’t and she was just clumsy, but Kyle felt it was easier to make conversation this way. “Or perhaps, not enough?”

[amoralie]

“Do you sometimes suddenly hear your own heartbeat and feel sick because… What if it suddenly stops or something?”

Deep Ass Sentence Starters. [ x ]  ―  status: accepting. [ ✔ ]        

amalie is taking a moment to be able to take in what the older female had just said, actually.. that was an interesting question. just that as of now she wasn’t quite sure if that had ever occured to her or not. maybe it happened before. her hand moves up, starting to tap her bottom lip slowly as her head starts to give a few nods - merely to let the pretty woman know she had been listening and paid attention. after a while, however, amalie figures that only a while ago she had been practicing, home alone, and as she laid down she could hear her own heartbeat loudly echoing through her had. but did she feel sick? she had never really thought of her heart suddenly stopping– that wasn’t really a nice thought. at all.        ❝ ━ I’ve heard my heartbeat before but– never did I think of the fact it        could suddenly stop. Do you think about that? It’s a scary thought.. ❞  

[wjinn-blog]

           Since their first meeting, he's been wanting to keep an eye on the girl. He had invited her to come over to the shop whenever she wished -- he worked there nearly every day aside from Sunday and most of the time it was him alone so that company wasn't going to be argued over. Leaning over the counter to peer at the candy choices, he reached for one that he particularly liked.

                      "I'll use the store discount. You can have one, too."

[sinfvlroyvls-blog]

She wasn't proud of what she was about to do, but a challenge was a challenge no matter how bothersome. "I'd like to clarify that this is a dare," and with that small disclaimer she closed the distance, pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt and pressing her lips to the male's in a somewhat spontaneous kiss.

"Oh, regretting leaving already? I wan’t expecting you." Seungjin teased with a smirk, slight caught off of guard yet amused with the collar grabbing, being even able to tell what would follow. He sure knew what to do, so he tilted his head slightly, stealing back a kiss from the woman with no regrets at all.

[sinfvlroyvls-blog]

[text] What’s gonna happen if I don’t show up?

A phone vibrated on the table as Seungjin got back from smoking his cigarette on the balcony. Seemed to be right on time, was it. What’s this? An unknown number? He thought to himself, locking his gaze with the screen. Oh. It was that girl.

⌦ incoming text ([phone])What’s gonna happen if I don’t show up?

Seungjin grabbed the phone and didn’t even bother to reply other than through the popup on the screen.

⌦ to: ([phone]) subject: If you don't show up it'll be none of my business.

[sinfvlroyvls-blog]

It was fun while it lasted, but I can’t do this anymore.

Angsty Sentence Starters

Sure. A smirk of disbelief grew on Seungjin’s lips, somehow being skeptical over the words on the woman’s lips. She sure isn’t serious. Nobody turns me down, he whispered inside of his mind. He didn’t care. And that was exactly why, his eyes told him. “I have plenty women waiting to spend the night with me either way. It’s give them a glance and bam, they’re laying in bed with me. So, it’s your loss. You’re right about the fun part. The thing is, you stopped being fun long ago.” Part of it was true, a rich troublemaker sure would have women crawling to his feet, and he knew he was a jerk enough to deserve a slap. But no woman ever did have guts to slap him before. It wouldn’t be this one. Seungjin sometimes just happened not to have limits, so he just shrugged and turned away. It was another prize to add to the shelf, another to add to his collection.

[junvong]

"I'm no doctor, but you should have that looked at. It's bleeding a lot..."

The boy felt a sticky dampness on his head and viewed his finger tips dabbed in blood. “It’s fine,” he said, “I just need to be cleaned up, s’all.” He examined himself in the mirror, “Though I may need some stitches. Can you pass me the first aid kit?”

[raraaviis]

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