is it 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑯 𝑰𝑻 ?

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✎ . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ  WOOSUNG.  ˎˊ˗

                       ‘  don’t  know  why  this  would  be  rude  but  it  is  sudden,  indeed    ..    where  did  that  even  come  from    ?    ’  

                            theres  a  moment  of  silence  before  a  very  quiet,  “  huh  ?  i  didn’t  say  anything.  don’t  know  what  you’re  talking  about.  “  eyes  red  and  her  lips  slowly  curl  into  this  giddy  smile  before  soft  giggles  fill  the  room.

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✎ . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ  MAGILOU. ˎˊ˗

             “ aaa~ !! ” magilou yelled, tilting her head before letting out a string of snickers as she gazed over to the female. “ did you mean figuratively, or literally ?? ‘cuz, i can do both but i wouldn’t say i enjoy either. ”

                  luna  snorts  at  the  female’s  attempt,  eyes  squinting  and  head  tilted  just  so  slightly.  “  babe  !  come on...  this  is  our  first  sleepover  in  months.  we  gotta  act  a  little  wild,  don’t  ya  think  ?  “

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✎ . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ  SNOW. ˎˊ˗

            snow’s eyed didn’t waver from ezra’s, but instead she held his gaze — who was gonna break first? not that she wanted him to break away, but ezra holding his ground made her heart soften, and for a moment her features did as well — until one hand reached behind him to slide open the van door — she nodded to it. “you should be.” a repeat of her previous statement before she pushed him onto his back on the open floor of the back of the van, climbing in and on top of him. with the jolt of her landing the van door slid shut behind her and her hand attached to his throat, lips crashing onto his with so much fervor that it almost hurt.

                       it  all  happened  within  seconds.  he  opened  his  mouth  to  respond,  probably  another  apology,  and  then  she  was  pushing  him  back  into  the  van.  his  hands  immediately  went  to  grip  at  her  hips.  not  a  beat  missed.  fingers  trail  down  the  skin  of  her  thighs  and  he’s  kissing  her  back  in  a  heated  passion.  he  missed  this.  he  missed  her.  feeling  her  body  so  close  to  him.  the  heat  radiating  off  it.  he  made  him  manic.  his  tongue  brushes  desperately  over  her  lips  and  he  pushes  in.  not  a  single  thought  is  running  through  his  mind  besides  the  girl  on  top  of  him.  snow  was  the  only  person  who  made  him  feel  this  way.  feel  like  his  heart  is  going  to  explode  from  his  chest.  he  pulls  back  and  tugs  at  the  bottom  of  her  shirt.  “  yeah  ?  “  he  whispers  before  placing  warm  kisses  down  her  jaw  and  her  neck.

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                    “  i  hope  that  you  don’t  think  i’m  rude  --  but  i  wanna  make  out  with  you.  “  /  @lovespoem​

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                   “  turn  the  volume  up  in  your  bedroom  --  put  your  hands  up  and  SCREAM  !  “  /  @salvationo​

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                   “  i  gotta  make  you  remember...  how  HARD  it  was  to  let  me  go...  “ / @silcntniqht​

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go  ahead  and  uhhhhh  smash  that  like  for  a  lyric  starter  !!  :D  i’ll  message  u  about  muses  <3

[sooyulti]

💖💞💘💕💝💓💗

[notoricty]

152n‌:

wanted plot: high school closeted boyfriends split up after they finished high school and never heard of each other again. they bump into new york and of course it’s all coming back to them and it’s crazy and intense and now they can just kiss in the middle of fucking central park 

[momoraihi]

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✎ . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ  SNOW.  ˎˊ˗

      you could poke at the air with a fucking spoon and it would probably explode. snow couldn’t put a finger on the way he was acting — scared? nervous? did he have a reason to be? maybe. her eyes scanned his features, a slow breath coming out of her nose. she was trying to keep calm but it was hard for her — it was always hard for her. especially when it came to looking the only man you’ve ever truly loved after your father in the face even though breaking each finger individually would’ve probably been less painful. snow ignored the compliments, ignored the jabs too — she focused on those last two words.

         almost as if on cue snow scoffed, eyes rolling. “right, right.” she stood upright from the van. “i would be too.” and again, without missing a beat, snow stepped closer. hands lifted, grabbing a hold of the collar of his shirt. tight at first, eyes locking on his in a challenging manner — only for her grip to loosen and her to straighten his collar. “you know i can’t stand when your collar’s uneven.” there was a single moment of silence, delicate brown eyes falling to ezra’s lips, lingering there. she knew what she was doing. her tone was hushed as she finished the moment with — “you’re still a mess without me.”

                   it  was  true,  though.  of  course  over  the  years  he’s  grown  to  take  better  care  of  himself.  but  without  snow  he  was  a  total  wreck.  he  gulps.  eyes  lingering  down  to  her  lips  as  she  straightens  his  collar.  “  sorry.  “  apologizing  again  and  for  lord  knows  what.  the  collar  ?  the  way  things  ended  ?  them  never  staying  in  touch  ?  all  he  knows  that  in  that  very  moment,  he  wanted  to  kiss  her  so   bad.  kiss  her  and  grab  her  and  lay  her  down  in  the  back  of  that  van  and  show  her  just  how  bad  he’s  missed  her.  a  hand  reaches  out  to  gently  brush  against  her  face.  “  yeah  i  know.  “  ezra  mumbles,  thumb  brushing  the  skin  beneath  her  eye  and  above  her  cheek.  he’s  always  loved  her  cheeks.  the  amount  of  times  he’s  planted  kisses  all  over  them.  he  misses  that.  the  feeling  of  security  with  her.  his  heart  continues  to  thud  rapidly  within  his  chest  even  when  he  lets  his  hand  fall  from  her  face.  

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✎ . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ  SNOW.  ˎˊ˗

           snow did her job and she did it well. every operation ran easy when snow was on it — tonight was no different. well. almost. ezra’s voice bounced off the walls like a haunt and it left snow red, palms slightly cut in pin size areas from where her nails pushed in so deep the skin couldn’t handle it anymore. the amount of times she pondered pulling out her fun and aiming it at his head— she was better than that not really. the only reason her feet carried her to the back of this run down brick building was so that she could show her face and see, just see, if he even reacted like he cared anymore. hi.

          “hi?” one eyebrow raised. maybe i should relax. ezra had no idea who she was anymore — at all. maybe i should just punch you in your coked up— chill. she constantly had to talk to herself. constantly had to keep herself anchored because he wasn’t there to do it anymore. “cat got your tongue or you just too famous to remember who gurgled your balls for years?” she stepped forward, heels clicking on the cement, thud sounding as she let her back fall against the side of the van, arms crossed over her chest. her hair was pulled back in a low ponytail, fly-away strands gently fluttering around her supple cheeks. she was clad in what kira called teen concert attire — black calvin klein pumps, a tank top and ripped jeans with some e-girl flair dangling from the belt loops — chains. she felt like a child. “well?”

               she  was  cold.  he  expected  it.  ezra  coughs,  eyes  dropping  down  so  he’s  staring  at  his  own  feet.  he  doesn’t  know  how  to  respond,  in  all  honesty.  part  of  him  wants  to  hug  her.  kiss  her  even.  another  part  wants  to  run  far  far  away.  he  knows  she  isn’t  the  kindest.  he  experienced  that  when  they  were  together.  but  she  was  always  gentle  with  him.  or  at  least  she  tried  to  be,  and  he  appreciated  it.  brows  furrow  and  he  shakes  his  head.  “  i’m  not  famous.  if  you  call  sleeping  in  a  van  for  nights  on  end,  playing  shows  for  people  who  couldn’t  give  a fuck  famous  then  your  sense  of  reality  is  a bit  warped,  sunshine.  “  he  sighs,  closing  his  eyes.  “  of  course  i  remember  you.  i  just  wasn’t  expecting  to  see  you.  that’s  all.  “ 

               ezra’s  hands  somehow  stop  shaking  and  he’s  going  back  to  loading  the  van.  “ you  look  nice.  “  he’ll  mumble.  a  gulp.  his  heart  is  racing.  he  can’t  seem  to  shake  this  nervous  feeling.  it  was  the  same  feeling  he  got  when  he  took  too  much  of  something.  the  pit  in  his  stomach  tightened.  his  throat  closed.  he  wanted  to  scream  but  couldn’t. he’s  better  now.  he  knows  that  but she  --  she  doesn’t.  she  probably  still  sees  him  as  the  coked  out  manic  boy,  who  would  scream  and  cry  and  freak  out  nightly.  the  van’s  packed.  he  wishes  he  could  just  say  bye,  leave  and  not  look  back.  but  then  he  looks  at  her  and  she  still  has  those  soft  brown  eyes.  the  ones  that  stared  into  him.  the  ones  that  calmed  him  down.  the  ones  he  fell  in  love  with.  “  i’m  sorry...  “  why  is  he  apologizing  ?  he  just  feels  like  he  has  to.

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                “  it’s  four  am  and  you’re  keeping  me  from  closing  these  sleepy  eyes.  “  he  mumbles  in  a  sing  song  whisper.  it  was  actually  closer  to  two  am  and  ezra  was  outside  some  random  music  venue  in  downtown  portland.  he  was  packing  up  a  black  van  with  musical  equipment.  his  bandmates  ?  off  getting  plastered  somewhere.  not  ezra,  though.  after  struggling  with  addiction  for  far  too  long,  he  was  finally  clean.  okay,  a  week  clean  but  still  !!!  it’s  something.  dainty  footsteps  are  heard  around  the  side  of  the  van  and  a  brow  quirks.  he  steps  around.  “  hello  ?  “  now,  his  band  had  a  few  local  fans.  people  he  likes  to  hang  out  with  after  shows  and  talk  about  the  music.  he  was  excepting  one  of  them.  he  wasn’t  expecting  --  HER.

                                                memories.

                memories  flood  back  into  his  brain.  his  jaw  kind  of  hangs  low,  eyes  soft  and  hands  shaking.  “  hi.  “  it’s  all  he  can  say.  what  else  do  you  say  to  someone  you  used  to  call  the  love  of  your  life  ?  snow  was  special  to  ezra.  she  was  with  him  through  the  toughest  parts  of  his  life.  she  saw  him  on  bathroom  floors,  eyes  red  and  nose  bleeding.  she  saw  him  puking  up  his  guts  in  the  kitchen  sink.  she  saw  him  vulnerable.  and  then...  she  was  gone.  “  what  are  you  --  um,  what  are  you  doing  here  ?  did  you..  did  you  see  the  show  ?  “  //  @avdios​

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hello  hello  hello  !!!!  no  fancy  promo  post  yet  because  i’m  eager  to  get  on  but  i  am  back  !  i  made  this  blog  and  then  dipped   BDJCHBSD  but  i  am  back  because  alas,  i  miss  writing.  i  revamped  !!  with  new  muses  !!  two  of  which  are  vampires  because  vampires  are  sexy.  like  this  post  and  i’ll  come  to  you  to  plot  !!!