#rosewcter

[dclcomn]

@rosewcter​ ♡’d for a starter with woogie ! based on this. 

it’s three in the morning and he’s on an empty subway car home. arms hug his backpack tightly as head rests back against the wall behind him. having jumped and shouted all night long, woogie’s beyond tired and quite sweaty. the only thing on his mind is how he can’t wait to take a shower when he gets home. the train gently rocks him into a light sleep and before he knows it, he’s arrived at his stop. feet are heavy as he makes his way up the stairs of the station, and he regrets wearing thick soled boots to work. but they make him taller and he looks good so he brushes it off. the pavement is wet from with fresh rain, reflecting night lights, and the air is chilly. woogie reaches for the set of headphones around his neck, eyes trailing from the ground to a bus stop nearby, stopping in his tracks when he sees him. body becomes tense as he freezes, eyes wide and mouth parting in shock. beck. woogie can’t remember how long it’s been since he’s seen the boy, having moved away from his best friend when he was 18. he supposes the fatigue is really getting to him — that his mind is playing sick games with him — because there’s no way beck of all people is standing right there. especially when ... when ... and he stops himself from remembering what happened to the other. maybe it’s just someone who looks like him, his brain attempts to rationalize. or maybe he’s still asleep on the train and this is all a dream. yet he can’t help but call out to the other, swallowing the knot in his throat. “beck? is — is that you?” 

[sweetmarzipan]

@rosewcter​ continued from here

          “ you are an absolute fuckin' nutcase— ” 

the mere thought of using mayonnaise of all things as lube has kiha's face twisting up in disgust. and the way beck seems so proud of his escapade, as if it wasn’t the grossest thing kiha’s heard in years. a number of comments ( and questions, but he's sure he doesn't want those answers ) swells in his throat, but he settles for the most obvious of two. 

“ you're lucky you didn't get maggots living in your asshole. also, those cheez-itz are real fuckin' obvious, you know. let me just pay for them, i promise we have the technology. grab whatever your blackhole of a stomach wants. ”

[wishbcnes-blog]

closed for @rosewcter​

 weddings start becoming more of a chore and less of an enjoyable activity the older you get. changmin has a text message from his mother on his phone, pestering him about the next time he’s going to bring somebody home and are you sure you’re attending your friend’s wedding by yourself? he didn’t dignify her with an answer, thought it was pretty obvious he had neither the intention to bring someone or actually someone to take with him and he’s old enough to be more than okay with both those facts. still. it hurts a bit, watching an extraordinarily happy couple tying the knot, knowing you’re most likely to die alone than anything else.

to the bar he goes. changmin is also old enough to have control of himself and to know he’s not about to cause a scene after using the free drinks as much as possible. the man is already three shots down, nursing a beer when he turns to the person standing next to him. “ you with the groom or the bride? ”

[enchcntd]

@rosewcter

Most of the other spirits avoid him. They know him as the one ‘who cries too much’ or the one who ‘won’t leave you the fuck alone’, and although Bunny isn’t as bad as he used to be, he finds it difficult to keep a lid on in an existence as quiet as this one. It’s so fucking lonely.

So, he simply watches the other from a distance, at first. He hasn’t seen him before, he’d recognise him if he had, and he’s certainly never seen a ghost spray-painting before. Head cocks to one side, wide eyes blinking the way an owl would in the dark as legs swing gently from the brick wall he sits upon. "Are we allowed to do that?”

[gidxe]

@rosewcter

“You know it was really funny when you got all scared and then jumped off the couch at that one part during the movie,” he teased. He couldn’t help it because for him that was the highlight of them watching the movie together. Though, the alpha knew that he shouldn’t tease the other too much because he didn’t want them to feel bad. He would apologize too if he went to far.

[radiiantlight-blog]

text; amigo

GAGE: i was at the bar earlier and someone sat down next to me and was like 'my dog died and my wife took my credit card'

GAGE: and i was like 'oh shit that's rough i'm sorry' and i bought 'em a beer

GAGE: fast forward to an hour later guess who's sitting on a park bench with a drunken body as a blanket?

[xlicnheart]

@rosewcter

He’s not entirely sure what he’s doing there. Connor rummages through his memories, trying to figure out what exactly led to a frat part of all things. He finds his answers, in glimpses. An invitation from one of the guys he tutors, and Connor had honestly been in such a rush that he agreed without thinking, just so he would be able to make it in time for his next class. But now, standing amidst a crowd of probably piss drunk college students, he thinks to himself that maybe being late isn’t all that bad of a thing. The guy that invited him, Ian, he wants to say, (it’s been a long day and Connor would be lucky if he remembers his own name.) catches him by the arm with a wide smile and he could only manage a small grimace in response. It goes unnoticed though, as he dragged further into the crowd, with a cup that’s been shoved into his hands. It’s only polite that he accept it, which is what he tells himself when he tips it back and gulps the punch down. Definitely spiked. Definitely a bad idea.

But it’s sort of comforting, the heat that burns it’s way down his throat. Makes him feel sort of out there, and relaxed. A few cups later and Connor’s almost completely gone, laughing almost suspiciously loud as he talks to people that he’s never met before in his life. Any other time and he’s be crapping his pants. All concept of the minutes passing is lost on him, and he ends up on the dance floor, sandwiched between a couple who are not to shy about where their hands travel. His cheeks are completely red, lips party as he moves to the music. Is there music? Maybe it’s all just in his head. But that doesn’t make sense because then how can everyone else hear it too?

Connor bounces himself from person to person, feeling a rush from all the contact, He swears that at one point he sees a flash of a familiar face, and a head of soft hair that he suddenly really wants to comb his fingers through. But his glasses have long since disappeared and he’s got absolutely no clue where they are. It’s kind of funny, actually. The flash is gone, and Connor actually pouts, pulling away from the hands on his hips to stumble through the crowd. He looks thoroughly had, his hair messed up, clothes all over the place. There’s a dull thrum at one part of his neck that he suspects is a love bite, but he can’t be too sure. When he catches glance of the familiar face one again, he grins, stumbling over to the figure. A part of him, the last remnants of all rational thought, reminds him that he could be mistaken, there’s no telling if it’s actually Ryan in his current state, but Connor’s past the point of reason.

All he knows is that he misses Ryan and regrets all the stupid and shitty decisions that he made to push the other boy away. So Connor reaches out, wraps pale fingers around the warm wrist and tugs, chuckling under his breath as he licks his lips. “’ey,” he calls out over the music, a slur to his words. “Y’should dance with me.”

[lxveleexinsxnity]

I’m crying omg thank you so much, @rosewcter kaljgakdg wow that was so nice of you and yes, thank you for that<3 I love you dearly:)