#xivolu

[eroticasehun-blog]

fifty shades ▫ xivolu

"What do you mean you won't take it back?" The words seethed past his clenched teeth as Sehun narrowed his eyes in warning on the manager behind the counter. Normally, he wasn't a difficult customer, if ever really. He wouldn't make a fuss and simply carry on, but this was a robbery of his money. He didn't mind paying for good material, but he sure as hell wasn't going to keep the copy of the slick covered paperback that was clutched in his bony hands. He had half the mind to hurl it in the woman's face. "I want my money because this was utter crap and I wanted resources, not some fantasy dribble that sounds like a toddler with an erection wrote it." 

The woman's unsympathetic face showed that she had no remorse for the author's plight and he swore beneath his breath. It was a losing battle and he knew when he needed to walk out. "Fine. I'm never coming here again, ever." And he literally meant it. One day the store would have cancelled shipments of decent smut written by one O.S. Alexander and they would never understand why. He could affluent if he chose to be damnit. 

Stalking out of the store with the long back of his coat flicking behind him, the rubbish still clutched in his hand, Sehun began his trek home, trying to figure out how exactly he was going to get rid of it. Maybe he could burn it? Or better yet, he could resell it on eBay for half the profit. Or if he really wanted to be a bitch, he would write a nasty note on the inside, sign it, and post it up for auction. Oh that would be lovely. Have it verified and everything. One smut author commenting on another, if it could even be called that. It was probably his most brilliant idea ever. 

Being so smug in his new goal, he really wasn't watching where he was going. The smile that had started to sadistically curl around his lips was quickly wiped away by a snarl as he slammed into someone. The book crashing to the pavement and getting scuff marks on it, making him seeth a little. "Oi! That's going to be my money maker right there, watch where you're going would you?" The words were snapped at the stranger as he bent down to scoop up the slate grey book off the sidewalk. 

[suhjun-blog]

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[sxpernaturals]

xivolu

❝ Coffee —ca-ca-can’t you feel the scent on your nose, can’t you —it’s all over me, all over the script i was w-writing. My book will smell like coffee now and ci-cinnamon, I sense too —but surely I can’t write on it a-again anytime soon. Your s-s-shoes aren’t laced properly, you fell because of them, you should be ca-careful, you should —I think. ❞

〘 ✖. ❝ w h o a, calm down. it's okay. i think coffee and cinammon are two rather inspiring scents, right? maybe you'll be able to write better because of it! but really... sorry about that. i can get you new clothes and while we shop, your book will dry and you can write in it again. then you can teach me about the wonders of lacing my shoes properly. sound fun? ❞

[liaheng-blog]

“Just don’t forget me, okay?”

"I don't think I could forget you with how strangely we met." He laughs, ruffling the other's hair fondly. "Never."

[zephvrisms-blog]

⎾ ♚ ⏌  

             ▋It was tiring, sometimes, to listen to the man speak, but Raphael had no choice but to get used to it. And it was alright. He liked Luhan just as much as any other living being on this planet. And even if he wasn't a specialist in this field, he still didn't mind consulting the smaller, didn't mind listening to his problems and providing at least some sort of comfort. Placing a hand on top of the other male's, he caresses the skin gently, giving a faint smile.  ❛I'll give you something for your headaches, but you need to promise me you'll go see professional help.❜

[liaheng-blog]

"You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now."

        A soft smile pulls at Jiaheng's lips despite the chilly wind biting at his ears and nose. "Thanks." Somehow, he had spilled everything -- his wishes and his parents and his worries -- to a mere stranger with soft features. Oh well, he supposes after a moment -- weirder things had happened recently, and it was nice to get it all off of his chest. "But, now it's your turn to talk. I've gone on for long enough."

[hvngztxo-blog]

xivolu replied to your post:"And the award for biggest ego goes to..."

❝ ( + there’s a laugh on his lips and it sounds like little bells singing and it’s the purest and rarest of sounds —and that’s why it lasts almost nothing, timid introvert returning to default. ) You were swaying like a diva, ten minutes ago. ❞

Upon hearing the comment, his lips form an 'o' shape as his dim-witted senses finally come into realisation. Being AB-style naturally made him possess a split personality, and it wasn't always positive for him. "Yeah, w-w-whatever. Th-that doesn't necessarily mean anything..." all of a sudden the loud, confident Tao is momentarily gone, and has been replaced by a mere boy sheepishly scratching at his nape.

[hvngztxo-blog]

"And the award for biggest ego goes to..."

"Well, that's certainly not me." He nods, confirming his answer to the question, lips forming a light pout as he makes his statement, "I'm the most modest person there, right? Right?" completely oblivious, he tilts his head at the shorter male, dropping his shoulders "Why are you shaking your- now you're laughing? What's that supposed to mean? Hey!"