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[atinystar]

@slvmps 

Matias sadly realized a few things about his feelings and thought about what Grace could feel for him as well when it was a little too late. Once the party ended and he drove on his own, all he could recall was that he lost control over his car, but aside from that? Nothing much he supposed. He still felt fine, although something did seem off somehow, he had to admit, but he was able to slide his way out the scrunched up car and made his way by foot out into the night as his heart hammered within his rib cage. The road was silent due to being empty, his feet barely made any noise, at least compared to the overpowering nature around him (or he assumed that would be the reason he didn’t heard his feet) and when finding a large structure he assumed to be a hotel of any kind, he knocked on the door.

Should he just enter? Wait by the door? The male wanted to ask for help and a place to stay, but not knowing the hours and vacancy the place had available and not being sure if his assumption was correct, he thought it was best to wait outside, besides, his mind could be in shambles due to the accident, so he thought it was best to use precaution for whatever thoughts he would have after the car took him for such a spin.

[wnterflower-a]

continuation from  @slvmps​ from [ HERE ] 

joon is frustrated . he’s used to being finished with projects no less than a week before it’s due , but this go round it’ll make it barely in time . he’s trying not to be too hard on his partner , it wasn’t too far into their study sessions that he realized that it wasn’t that the other didn’t want to do his part , but that he was truly struggling . and he helped out here and there , picked up some of the work and just played it off as having had nothing better to do while he was bored in the hopes that sam could relax just a little . now it was crunch time though and the closer to the deadline , the more snappy and irritable he had gotten with the other . and HE KNOWS . he knows he shouldn’t be so hard on sam ; he’s been working his ass off and he can see that . time is ticking though and more often than not he’s getting more and more frustrated with the other . he knows he crossed the line when the other looked like he was about to burst into tears . he never felt bad when people who didn’t try got upset , but sam WAS TRYING . he needs a break though as much as he hated to think about it . they’d been going nonstop all night on the finishing touches . his head is resting in his arms watching the other struggle and as much as it pained him to take the pen away from the other , he reached out and did it anyways , setting it down on the desk before taking the other’s hand in his own and linking his fingers between sam’s . it’s late , and joon isn’t the best with words so all he can do in that moment is give some silent , physical form of support . it breaks his heart a little when the other speaks up . “ i know . you don’t need to apologize . “ he said softly , giving a small squeeze of his hand . “ i can see how hard you’re trying . i appreciate it . i’m aware i’m an asshole when i’m stressed out . it’s not you though , you’re just the poor soul that it’s being taken out on . “ he said , sitting up and cracking his back . “ give me it . “ he said after a moment holding his hand out toward the other . “ i’ll work on some of it so you can have a break . grab something to eat and relax for a little bit . “

[lavvanda]

@slvmps​

           it wasn’t terribly uncommon that adora found herself in this situation. waking up early, spending most of her days dealing with a bunch of middle schoolers, then coming home to figure out some way to get a new project to unfold. she often found herself dozing off in some of the strangest of places, fatigue seeming to know no limits. she’d all but tumbled forward and crashed into the person in front of her, barely seeming enough to fully drag her out of the daze. “shit, I’m sorry,” it’s a mumbled apology, not masked by very much sincerity. “are you okay?”

[bvtterfliies]

        dipping  into  a  small  and  quaint  cafe  only  to  run  from  her  adviser  who  was  following  her  despite  telling  him  she  wanted  a  day  on  her  own  in  the  city,  she  realised  it  would  be  rude  for  her  not  to  stay  there  and  have  a  coffee  at  least.  the  cap  on  her  head  low  to  make  sure  no  one,  none  of  the  royal  team,  figured  who  she  was.  swaying  over  to  a  table  and  sitting  down,  she  lifted  her  head  and  gasped,  realising  that  she  sat  down  at  someone  else’s  table.  “  oh,  i’m  so  sorry  !  ”  she  stated,  shaking  her  head  a  little.  “  i  wasn’t  looking  where  i  was  going  and  didn’t  realise  this  table  was  taken.  i’ll  more  right  away  !  ” ( @slvmps )

[wnterflower-a]

@slvmps ; you  have ( 1 ) new  voicemail . 

you  aren’t  coming  back  are  you ? i’m  so  fucking  stupid . everybody  looked  so  worried  when  i’d  asked  about  you . where  you  were , why  you  had  to  go  so  abruptly , when  you’re  coming  back . i  thought  it  was  because  they  were  worried  about  you  and  didn’t  have  any  answers . but  they  were  worried  i  was  going  to  find  out . my  own  bandmates  hid  it  from  me . everybody  lied  to  me . you  fucking  lied  to  me . 

i’m  not  stupid . i  know  things  changed  after  that  night  at  the  hospital , i  could  feel  you  pulling  away  but  i  didn’t  think  it  was  because  you  were  going  to  leave  me ? how  long  did  you  even  have  this  planned ? weeks ? months ? that  very  night ? you  fucking  lied  to  me . you  said  we  were  fine ! i’m  stupid  for  having  ever  believed  you . i  thought  time  could  fix  it . i  thought  i  could  make  it  up  to  you . i  was  just  angry . i  never  actually  meant  what  i  said . you  know  that ? you  did  know  that  right ?

i  hate  my  bandmates  right  now  for  keeping  this  from  me . i  hate  the  staff . i  hate  the  fucking  person  they  hired  to  replace  you . i  hate  myself . i  hate  myself . 

i can’t . . . . . . . . i  can’t  do  this  without  you  jungwoo . i  don’t  know  how  to  do  this  without  you . please  come  back . i  don’t  feel  like  myself  when  you’re  not  with  me . i’m  alone . please  come  back . i  need  you . please . don’t  leave  me . i  can’t  do  this  alone . i  can’t  do  this . i  don’t  want  to  do  this  without  you  here  with  me . 

i’m  sorry . i’m  really  sorry  that  i  said  those  things . i  never  meant  them . i  never  should’ve  said  them . you’re  irreplaceable . i  feel  like  a  piece  of  my  heart  has  been  ripped  out . i’m  so  sorry . 

please  call  me . i’m  begging . just  call . one  time . 

[peachymeows]

        ✧  “ -- no, i mean it. i really like your jacket. it’s . . . different, ” he scrutinizes little details that adorn his friend’s jacket with genuine fascination. it’s not something he’s used to seeing in his social circle, and it does mean a lot for him to break away from this perfectionistic lifestyle every once in a while. though it’s no close to high fashion and far from his usual aesthetics, it does pique his interest that something past current trends could fit so well on someone else. “ are you going to tell me where you got it or are you trying to kill me while i’m left here to wonder ? ”  @slvmps​ — *

[peachymeows]

        ✧  he beelines for dirty dishes piling up in the sink when they get back from shopping for neil’s apartment. maxie breaks into a box of dishwashing gloves and slaps these over his hands, humming a made up melody while he diligently washes them with running water. readily reaching for the newly purchased bottle of dishwashing liquid, he gasps softly at the arms that suddenly wrap around him. “ you can start decorating without me, love. i’ll be there in a minute, ” he suggests fondly, though he’s leaning back into his warm touch as he focuses on getting rid of a stain on a dirty plate. “ on a scale of one to ten how hard is it to keep your hands to yourself, mister ? ” he quips teasingly at the other as he chuckles softly, back still facing him. @slvmps​​ — * 

[wnterflower-a]

[ flower ] for timothy to offer miles their favourite flower

based off this prompt —- currently accepting !

it  takes  a  minute  for  miles  to  realize  that  the  flowers  in  timmy’s  hands , jaw  dropping  in  surprise . “ are  those -— are  those  spring  crocus’ ? “ he  asks  in  awe , taking  them  from  timothy . the  flower  isn’t  something  you  can  just  find  and  yet  somehow  the  other  was  able  to  get  his  hands  on  them . “ where  did  you  find  these ? “ he  asks , brow  furrowing  for  a  moment . “ wait . how  did  you  know  these  were  my  favorite  flower ? “ he  asks  instead , lips  pursing  as  he  tries  to  think  back  on  when  he  could’ve  possibly  mentioned  his  favorite  flower  and  coming  up  with  a  blank . he’d  done  quite  a  few  q&a’s  over  the  last  six  years  so  it  wouldn’t  surprise  him  if  he’d  said  something  once . his  smile  turns  into  a  pout  though , lower  lip  jutting  out  as  he  looks  at  the  other  guiltily . “ these  may  not  survive  very  long . “ he  admits , smelling  the  flowers . “ i’m  the  god  of  death  in  the  dorm . the  guys  honestly  don’t  know  how  pig’s  survived  so  long  with  me  as  an  owner . “ he  says  softly . “ but  i’ll  do  my  best  to  keep  them  alive  as  long  as  possible ! thank  you  so  much ! “ he says  as  he  pulls  timmy  into  a  hug .