#shctgun

[pssession-blog]

@shctgun. 

“ whatever helps you sleep at night. and mind you, ‘m better than ordinary. bein’ called that is actually an insult. rude— ” quirks a brow before letting out an amused laugh. “ alright, so where’d you have — ” air quote and unquote. “ vacation. ” and somewhere under his breath is a faint ‘ you so do run from things, always. ’

“ Right, and me being rude is oh so shocking. ” Because it’s not as if she’s rude on the daily -- as if it’s an actual part of her personality to insult each and every human that comes across her. Arms stubbornly cross above her chest, eyes momentarily squinting at him; of course he doesn’t believe her the vacation thing. In the end, it wasn’t. You can bet your ass that she’s somewhere arguing with her mother whenever she’s gone. Vacation looks different.  “ Somewhere, you don’t know that place anyway.  ” Lillith’s certain about that; no one knows the place she calls home, unless they’ve been there with her. Tongue clicks against the roof of her mouth, eyes offering a roll -- she likes Sky, really. She just sucks at showing it. 

[manticxre]

@shctgun:

you never see sky with sparkles in his eyes or actual happiness gleaming from them. but it’s there, whether he realizes it or not, but what makes it go away is when he hears daeyoung, his smile disappears as quick as his entire visage turns stoic.

defense mode, on. he peers over to daeyoung as if not understanding what the other asked, feigned confused written all over his face at this point as he finally pockets his phone.

“huh? like who a lot? the fuck?”

Daeyoung scoffed and gestured to Sky’s phone. “You were giggling like a schoolgirl earlier,” he stated with a cheeky grin, “Sharing is caring!” It was one of those times he wished he was his flowerdad, who could take a look at a device and instantly hack into it, but today was not the day as he gently ribbed Sky.

“Who’s the unlucky bloke you hooked?” he asked, gently hitting Sky with his elbow, “Was it that, uh, ‘Lu’ fellow that you sometimes mention? Your roommate or something.”  He quirked an eyebrow, lips parting in a minor grin. Sky had always been the one insulting him, and this time it seemed he finally had a handle over the younger.

[asfaulted-archived]

sky’s biting his lip, as if he’s caught and has no explanation for whatever he’s caught with. he knows it’s jiwook even if his eyes are closed. he only stares at the blunt he rolled up prior to this visit and tips his head back, letting it roll along the backside of the chair before inhaling the smoke and blowing it out slowly.

the question is vague, much like the boy which the words come out of. his voice remains calm and steady, inhaling another hit and speaks through the smoke passing out of his mouth. “understand what exactly, jiwook?”

@shctgun // cont.

     Jiwook wants to kick the chair out right from underneath Sky, wants to smack him upside the head and yell at him for whatever reason--no... he has a reason, and that reason is SKY. because Sky is being a dick and avoiding him lately and Jiwook gets it. he’s clingy and overbearing sometimes, but Sky obviously didn’t really mind, so what the fuck was going on with him? with them...

     he grits his teeth, stealing Sky’s blunt and taking it for himself as he sits down across from Sky.          ❛      what’re you doing? what’re WE doing? what’s going on with you or us or whatever?      ❜       what’s between us?

[yuilina-blog]

♡ SKY

                Catching him skulking around the university grounds was to be expected anymore, and day after day, even Yusung, a WALLFLOWER, had grown comfortable enough to maintain a casual conversation. He wasn’t the kind of company she’d normally keep; actually, he was the polar opposite of the figurants she was prone to be found twirling alongside with. But that’s what drew her to him. His CARELESS ATTITUDE and CRYPTIC PERSONA had peaked her curiosities, which only seemed to escalate the more time she spent with him. ❝ Aren’t you ever afraid of getting caught? ❞ she wedged out the question once he returned from dealing with his personal endeavors. ❝ Doesn’t seem like a risk worth taking -- ❞

[epigrvm]

﹙  @shctgun​ cont. from here. ﹚

                    《 ※ 》     THOSE WORDS STILL ring as clear as day in his mind. ‘He probably deserved to die.’ It wasn’t the part where Skylar said it, but more so how little emotion was felt with those words. Almost cold and lacking empathy or even sympathy. They had already started walking away from the lifeless cadaver. Tattered and torn, broken ribs and broken bones. If anything, it was probably a homeless person, but still. Wouldn’t anyone miss them? They probably had family somewhere right? And these thoughts are coming from someone who felt death every single day ━ who was not able to go through a single day without death crossing his mind, yet here he was. Questioning the likelihood of the people who would take note of their absence.  ❝ But, don’t you think he might have had a family or something?  ❞ What was supposed to be their venture into the night to locate an abandoned warehouse to tag, turned into them finding a dead body a good hundred feet from their point of interest. Sangcheol caught himself peering back over his shoulder as though the corpse would suddenly come back to life and start walking. Not that he bothered to check the vitals, but the stench was pretty pungent enough to know there was no way there was still life present.

❝ Should we at least notify someone or somethin`? ━━━  ❞ There’s a short pause as soon as he realizes the complications and how tedious it would be if they did tell someone. A whole investigation perhaps and questioning them why they were even there in the first place. Yeah. No. Scratch. ❝ Never mind. Forget I even bothered to think that. ❞  

[epigrvm]

“I get angry thinking about anyone else having them, even though I don’t have them myself.”

﹙  JEALOUSY MEME. //  ACCEPTING. ﹚          —— @shctgun​

                   《 ※ 》     WITH A BALLED UP fist, the older male swings it into the other’s stomach. Not at full force, but enough to hurt. An irritated expression is drawn on his face as he watches the younger male curl up from the impact. It brought forth a feeling of annoyance when people spout statements like those.❝ Have you even fucking tried, Sky ? ❞ There was a difference between trying and not trying. He was sure Skylar of all people would know that. But sometimes even emotions got the best of people, Sangcheol included. For someone who kept a calm and collected composure, with words that would literally slip passed him in the form of rainbows and sunshine, even he had days where he’d feel a similar way to how the younger male was feeling. On days like those, a good ol` punch to the gut would do wonders ( or a punch to the face, but he wasn’t looking to pummel the shit out of the other, at least, not unless he says something stupid again ).

❝ You can’t be fucking angry if you aren’t even gonna try, dumb ass. ❞ His words were dripping with vexation. But he means well. A peculiar way of showing it, but he means well. ❝ So either ya` do somethin` about it or continue to be angry for the rest of your life for not tryin` somethin` in the first place. ❞ 

[clementide-archived]

@shctgun from here x.:

“didn't they ever tell you to never to break a girl's heart?” cue the dramatics: the hunch of slender shoulders, arms folding over her chest and the steeple of a pout growing proud and true across her lips. they're slick with the fading sheen of her last swig of said better friend, her chosen poison for the night whereas sky had opted to float on shrooms and clouds ( literally ) until they were both reduced to a mess of laughter and incoherent words.

“guess not, 'cause you broke mine juuust like this.” fingers collect midair into a slanted heart, breaking open as she watches on, eyes all dipped in melancholic blues and a pinch of tragic undertone to her voice. “say it isn't true! jack isn’t even that cute!”