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somehow my muse rly abandonded me the last couple of days. i am still alive but have 0 inspiration for replies :-( i'll try to scratch some together this weekend m'friends

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leaderluck

#SDFKASDLKFJDSKLFJSDLKF FUCK OFF #this is 100% eugene #he just.........stands............or sits #( eugene ♡ musings. )

loveisliquor:

She doesn’t expect it. She’s ready with a retort to his words, ready with something funny to say– something light, to take her mind off the fact that they are trekking a dangerous path without ever really meaning to. He kisses her gently– there’s nothing dramatic about the way he cups her cheeks, she’s so used to those touches between them that despite her own internal reaction she thinks of them as normal. It isn’t until his mouth is on hers, that it clicks, that this is something different–something new. One more layer to what he had slowly come to mean to her.

She kisses him slowly, she doesn’t want to rush it. There’s something overwhelming about this moment, about the longing she feels, the softness of his hands and his mouth. There’s no thinking– no analysing. She breaks away slowly, and lingers– with her eyes shut.

“Are you sure?”

She gives no context but she doubts he needs it. Is he sure– about her– about going down the rabbit hole. There are repercussions to dating a girl like her. She is wilder than most– often misunderstood, labeled, shunned and in a place like Seoul where rules and decorum where of paramount importance, Yara could be trouble.

The question was simple, easy to understand and digest. Yet the meaning it carried was overwhelming. The icy air of February had many folks speaking in idioms and empty platitudes. Being with Yara meant feeling far away from it all. As if he could go on and plagiarize identities for a winter and no one would notice - it was an odd pretending and profoundly unsettling. No, he wasn't sure, as a matter of fact uncertainty plagued him with every step. The only thing he was sure of was the pull between them, that something drew them to each other again and again. That he looked at her with a strange desire for a new language, a new place - one both didn't feel alien at. He loved that she was radiating hunger, only the feeling that he did not know what he wanted held him back. It was clear as day he wasn't being honest with himself, so he decided that the least he could do was be honest with Yara. "I don't know." The touch of his hands around her cheeks softened, only his thumbs grazed her cheekbones now. To touch the world in a naked rawness without burning - a bit of space, a bit of love, a bit of coming home to yourself. It would be the ideal scenario but with the speed both have been crushing into each other, Eugene didn't know whether or not it was possible. "But ... right now is good, right? I know I wouldn't want to be anywhere else."

#loveisliquor #( eugene ♡ reply. )#( reply. )#i love them btw

aight i am under the impression that i have replied to everything i had to so!!! if i forgot our thread PLS message me!!! imma make some seunghyun/top icons now bc i really need some more lol

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miraclelcve:

❝ hmm ? ❞ she doesn’t hesitate to lean closer to her, eyes narrowed. this is quite unusual for the gamer, however, letting loose was inevitable. at the mention of another beer, it already feeds into dash’s need for one, and she crawls off of haneul to finish off her drink, head tilting back and quite audible with the way she consumes the alcohol, she finishes it off with a classic ‘ ahh ‘ before looking back at haneul, sitting on top of her. ❝ something tells me that you’re just being a chicken, haneul. hm ? are you a chicken ? ❞

haneul followed dash's example of finishing off her beer, even though less audible. she placed the amber glass bottle on the table, thinking about how she really wouldn't mind another one, when dash decided to utilize her lap as a seat again, making herself comfortable on her thighs. "not so much a chicken. i just have to drink to gain the confidence to get into a wrestle fight. you know, drink myself strong," she said as she twirled a strand of hair from each of dash's pigtails around both her index fingers. a ring of the doorbell announced the much desired arrival of their previously ordered spicy chicken. "are you gonna get that? 'cause i kind of have this giant cute on my lap.

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pexchesxcrexm:

aspen panicked at his words and started to scramble to the bathroom and changed her clothes and left the robe on the floor. the last thing she needed was for him to call reception and them end up calling the cops on her. she was fueled by she didn’t even know what. she had shoes and bag in hand after she changed her clothes and swallowed hard. she ran out of the bathroom and looked at the male and bowed her head a little. “i’m so sorry..” she said softly feeling tears prick her eyes.

she quickly made a b-line for the door and rushing into the hallway. she hoped that he wouldn’t be watching her because she made it about halfway down thinking she’d be in the clear before sitting on the floor as she started to put her shoes on and get herself more together.

as the woman started gathering her scattered belongings a different kind of feeling started to creep up eugene's spine. one that he tried shaking off but proved to be resistant to his attempts of ignoring and blocking it out. he started to feel sorry for her. maybe his words were the final blow to a series of misfortune that had been haunting her, the cherry on top from a stranger who had no business judging her. he couldn't claim to have ever been raised in a religious household, but with the nature of having two younger sisters, his mother always highlighted the importance of looking out for each other. of being helpful. no matter who. so as the blonde woman mumbled a teary apology and bolted past him for the door, eugene decided to follow that advice. he followed her to he hallway, where she found her on the floor, putting her shoes on with shaky hands. "wait," he said, going for his bag that he had left on the floor, leaned against the wall, starting to search for his wallet. "do you need anything? do you have money? anywhere to stay tonight?"

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loveisliquor:

She knows that this is trouble, that them being this close is trouble– knows a fire when she sees it, and has learned to dance around it. But Eugene is unavoidable for her. He has too much meaning to her– sex is easy. Relationships are not and she knows that if she chases the way she feels that’s what she’ll want. Whether she’s equipped to handle it or not. He squeezes her and she feels her whole body give in– feels it relax- feels herself react. She wraps a loose arm around his waist and bids herself to stop thinking.

“Mmm–” She rests her chin on his chest and peers up at him with wide brown eyes. She pouts, feigning sternness, “It’s never a bad thing to crave McDonalds. It’s only natural.” She quietens for a moment, breathing deep and shutting her eyes. There’s still sleep lingering– and the strange knowledge that he feels like home. That this is the best rest she’s gotten since she moved to Seoul.“But can we stay this way for a few moments longer. I like this. then big macs. and McFlurrys. On me.”

Between the crimson rush of intimacy and the blue light of morning, the realized that this was perfect. It hit him suddenly again and again without cause - the unraveling. The pit they were both slowly but surely falling into. As if she got up too quickly and forgot himself somewhere strange. It was good and bad simultaneously, felt like something he should stop feeling and yet continued to enjoy every second of it. He brushed it all away as he listened to Yara's mouth-watering suggestion. "You're too generous," he said, looking down at the figure cozily snuggled up to his chest. Somehow even this suited her - the odd state of not being asleep, yet not fully awake. Her messy hair, the heavy lidded eyes, the slowly spoken words. It was all perfect when it came from Yara, almost meant to be. Maybe it was best not to fight it. The inevitable. The fact that she radiated simple good, that her mere existence was a soothing balm for his soul and that just maybe, it was best that way. Maybe being weak was alright, just this once. "Okay, permission granted. But first ..." His hands cupped her tan cheeks, his head leaning down to let his lips meet hers.

#loveisliquor #( eugene ♡ reply. )#( reply. )#i don't have a good icon for this one skdafjslk brb gotta make some lol

velvctkiss

tagging: @yemaz characters: unknown + melodie im based on: THIS PLOT HERE notes: I accidentally opened it from the original poster but this was in your list! melodie is a engineering student and a spaz but she’s good people! let me know if I need to make any changes.

there was an unspoken feeling that lingered in every single room of the apartment that she shared with the other — a moment of weakness had led to their current situations, friends with benefits they called it, and now melodie had stuck herself into a role where she had to pretend she didn’t love the other….it was hard work and it constantly crashed down on her…but she managed to make it work regardless. “here.” she offers the other a plate, piled with food that she made since it was her turn to cook dinner, and a small smile played at the edges of her lips. “look how great I am…I even cooked everything you liked…am I not the best roommate ever?” she teases as she sets her own plate down on the table, next to theirs before padding back into the kitchen to grab utensils for the both of them.

yemaz-blog1

it was tough. tough pretending like subin's heart didn't make a tiny leap any time she was with melodie. whether they brushed their teeth together in the bathroom while dancing to crappy early 2000s music or when melodie fell asleep on her shoulder when they were watching netflix or when she was quietly studying in her room and subin glimpsed inside whenever she walked past her door. it was tough not blurting out a foolish love confession with the uncertainty about the other's feelings and love life. so doyeon kept quiet. lived her life and melodie hers, with small encounters in the hallway or at the dinner table, just like right now. with a thankful smile she took the plate with both her hands and placed it in front of her on the wooden table. fantastic seasoning filled up the air and subin felt her stomach rumble, ready to devour what melodie had cooked. "you are indeed," she admitted truthfully, granting the other the feel of confidence and victory. subin found herself lost in the view when melodie headed for the kitchen, her eyes wandering up and down her curves. almost desperate to peel off the layers of clothing, greedy to feel skin on skin, maybe brave enough to say how she felt. she snapped out of it when melodie joined her. "so, what do i have to do to pay you back for this? there's gotta be something," she asked.

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rampxnt:

his fingers dented along their hips, incisors latching onto his lesser lip while looking up at her with such desire yet evidently, goosebumps could be spotted among his skin. the girl that he watched nearly every evening touching herself erotically was about to do it in front of him. “me, shy?” scoffing, he shook his head. “never, baby.” rey mention.

"good," she said, hands wandering under the collar of his shirt. the warmth of his skin exicted her, eager to feel it on hers. she closely followed his every movement, happy to see the desire unfolding somewhere within him. "then i'm all yours for tonight."

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dvntgo:

NORA WATCHED AS the girl focused on the pancakes, unable to stop her eyes from trailing over her figure. at yerin’s suggestion, nora raised her eyebrows in thought, knowing there was no way she could pass up an opportunity like THAT. “ something else ? ” she repeated, closing the space between them by pressing herself flush to yerin’s back, arms wrapped around the girl’s waist. “ what did you have in mind ? ”

The influence even the faintest touch of Nora had on her was ridiculous. The small gesture of affection was enough for Yerin to close her eyes and release a little sigh, allowing her to dwelve in her warm embrace and snug a little into her. She opened her eyes, flipping the last pancake onto the plate with the tower of deliciousness and turned the stove off. Utensils were carelessly casted aside and forgotten, dishes left for her future self. Instead, she turned around, finally facing the girl that had been dancing in the back of her head for so long. Why pretend to be strong now? Why act like there wasn't something within her that wanted to stay in with the other all day long? The most sinful act had been already performed - it could only go uphill from then on. She allowed herself to wrap her arms around Nora's neck and closed the distance between them as she locked her hands behind the other's head. "Don't know. Anything. Just ... with you, I guess," she carefully confessed.

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dvntgo:

THE SMELL OF the tea chaeyeon had brought over was beginning to perk the girl up. in her youth, sasha’s mother had instilled in her that tea could fix ANYTHING if you allowed it to and the girl had ever since believed this to be true. “ that’s a good way of putting it, ” she admitted with a nod, sitting up slightly, enough so to be able to reach for a cup of tea. the girl held the cup beneath her face, allowing the heat to envelope her features, the aroma filling her with warmth. “ thank you, ” she murmured, taking a sip. “ for being here for me. ”

The small yet hopeful response put Chaeyeon's mind at ease at least in the tiniest bit. She was beyond terrified of saying something tactless, something that could fuel Sasha's grief, yet she was simultaneously worried of not being of any help if she dwelled in silence for too long. The tea did seem to do some miracle work, at least in small steps. Taking a sip of her own cup gave her some time to think, wondering what would cheer herself up. "Do you want to watch something? Some brainless comedy or so? We can order chicken if you like. I swear, the best chicken place in town is just five minutes away from here," she vouched, based on her own previous experiences.

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minvtaes:

yoonah lifted both of her eyebrows slightly at the girl’s words. ‘ well… that sounds interesting, but i don’t really know what’s about. what do you do? ‘ the girl moved her head to one side as she looks towards the other, a slight laugh coming out from her lips.

Yerin shook her head, dismissing the interest her host was expressing. "Oh, it's really nothing spectacular. We, like, organize all recruitment and interviews when people apply for a job at a store. Make sure everyone gets paid and is working safely. Basically a middle man between employer and employee. Nothing that changes the world but it pays the bills," she admitted with a shrug, feeling smaller and smaller with each word she said, wishing she had something miraculous to talk about.

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yroxis-original

Personality:I DON’T GIVE A FUCK

Anxiety: I do

#( doyeon ♡ musings. )#( eugene ♡ musings. )

velvctkiss:

she can’t help the smirk that pulls up the edges of her lips when he respond back to her flirting positively — elysian is too far gone to really care about who he is or what he does, all that she knows is that he’s charming and good to look at….and so she was interested in him for sure. even more so, she thinks, when he’s happy to give her a shot from one of the employee’s right after the passed by. “and to meeting new people.” she adds after taking a soft sniff of the drink she’d been handed…..if the senior party girl knew anything, it meant that this was going to burn on the way down. she takes it like a champ though, knocking it back and only wincing a tad bit as the alcohol only adds to the warmth that’s already engulfing her body. it takes her all of 2 seconds to move away from the opening and making another one at the side of his new stranger, so that he could hear her without others listening in. “speaking of new….i’m elysian….” she offers the other her hand lightly, a dark glint of mischievousness in her eyes as she pays closer attention to her new companion. “whats your name, handsome?”

the shot is drowned quickly. it is the most familiar movement eugene can think of, glass to the lips and down with it. it's the good kind of burn he feels, he one that reminds him that he is standing on this planet with his own two feet and yet lifts him off of the ground. he wasn't surprised at her closing the distance between them so quickly. it was the kind of party that lead people to make connections beyond business, you just had to go to the right corner to find the substance of your desire and someone to join you on the ride. so he let her look at him like a cat that was about to devour her dinner, ready to take a leap at any time. why not enjoy the attention? "elysian," he repeated, each vowel melting on his tongue like butter. "that's a beautiful name." he took her warm hand in his, granting himself permission to plant a kiss on the back of her hand before letting go. old school style. "i'm eugene," he introduced himself without much fuss, as always. "so, am i right when i assume you are a girl that knows how to have fun?"

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viperwrites:

“busy?” she repeats, pouting slightly, a bitter tone in her words. she shifts her position so she’s on her side looking at him. her gaze traces his visage, lingering on his closed eyes. “so busy you couldn’t even talk to me?” she shuffles a little closer to him. “oppa, you won’t even look at me now. is this about that fight? i didn’t think you’d be still angry about it… let’s put it behind us, hmm?” she asks softly. the question that burns in her mind lingers on her tongue, but she debates whether to not to ask him. would she be right? or was she simply paranoid, doubting him when she should trust him? she rests a hand on his chest, all gentle and tender. “oppa… please, just talk to me.”

he can feel her gazes on his skin. he can feel those pretty, dark eyes scanning him for every slightest movement. the same pretty, dark eyes he lost himself in so many months ago and the same pretty, dark eyes he wants to escape so very badly right now. every breath of air he took felt fragile and raw, knowing the little bit of peace the fresh bed sheets were radiating would soon dissolve. eugene wished he had the guts to release the ghost of what was haunting him, the bitterness of mina's voice only fueling the fire of his guilt. it made his throat burn, simultaneously with the warmth that started to spread on his chest where mina put her hand down. the fought the urge to just wrap his arms around her, hold her close and tight and never speak of this night again. but he knew it wouldn't be enough. eugene opened his eyes, searching for her face in the dark. she was dipped in orange light from outside, making her look even more divine than she usually did. the troubled expression on her face nearly made his stomach turn. it didn't suit her. she looked best smiling, laughing, at peace. "i am not angry," he said in a low voice, putting his own hand on hers that was still resting on his chest as a token of reassurance. "i am not. can we sleep for a few more hours.?"

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lasylphidedubolchoi

Ekaterina Krysanova in Alexei Ratmansky’s Romeo and Juliet at the Bolshoi Theatre

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doryrpt-deactivated20180531

me: oH MY GOD YAAAAAS LETS PLOT IM SO EXCITED them: haha sure me:

#JDSFKLDSFK PLEASE #or when someone posts abt how much they wanna plot & you message them to plot and ask what they wanna do and they are like 'idk haha'#SDAFJKSALKDJSADLFK #( ooc. )

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