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this blog is now archived. i have decided to start fresh, but would love to still write with those of you that i have connected with over the years. my new blog can be found here. <3

#ooc / into the void #hope this message finds all of you well <3

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Fingers fold across his knees, gripping onto the material of his slacks as Jinho waits with baited breath for Anthony to explain himself. Staring down at the other man as he sits in front of him, he braces himself for the worst possibilities, yet the response that comes is one that he couldn't have prepared himself for. He had been anticipating something devastating, not an explanation that, to him, is nonsensical. Brows knit together, attempting to come to grips with what Anthony is revealing. "You're...a medium." The repetition does nothing to help seep the information into his brain, the logical part of him wanting to reject the explanation. Then his boyfriend's second phone is unearthed, and dark, perplexed eyes scan over the records. "Anthony..." The secret appointments make sense, considering it had been all of the gaps in Anthony's schedule that had leant to Jinho's assumptions that his boyfriend had been spending time with other people. He just couldn't have imagined the capacity that he was spending time with them. "You claim to see ghosts." The qualification is a compulsive one, as it doesn't make sense to him. "Do you not make enough at the cafe? I wouldn't have thought that you would take advantage of people like this." That's the only way any of this makes sense. He knows of psychics, of course, and he believes it's all a crock. A scam. Yet how could his sweet boyfriend be capable of such deception? None of it is adding up in his head, no matter how he attempts to spin it. "Ghosts aren't real." // @fadinglights

even  though  jinho  tries  to  conceal  it,  their  time  together  has  allowed  anthony  to  discern  the  subtle  signs  that  reveal  jinho's  distress.  anthony  nods  in  understanding,  but  a  sigh  escapes  him  before  he  can  find  the  right  words  to  say.  it  feels  as  if  there  is  so  much  he  wants  to  express,  yet  so  little  he  can  actually  reveal.  he  ponders  whether  what  he  is  about  to  admit  is  worse  than  cheating,  as  it  involves  something  seriously  wrong  with  himself.  something  he  cannot  even  logically  explain,  something  intertwined  with  the  darkest  period  of  his  life.  quietly,  anthony  closes  the  physical  distance  between  them  and  takes  a  seat  on  the  floor  in  front  of  jinho's  spot  on  the  sofa.  his  stomach  churns  with  anxiety,  rattling  his  bones,  but  his  care  for  jinho  —  for  their  relationship  —  compels  him  to  confront  his  boyfriend's  doubts.  "you  see,  i'm  not  sure  if  that's  such  a  good  thing  anymore."  anthony  begins,  aware  that  jinho's  rational  nature  will  make  it  even  more  challenging  to  grasp  what  he  is  about  to  reveal.  not  that  he  can  blame  anyone  for  deeming  him  a  lunatic  upon  such  an  admission.  "well,"  he  continues,  his  throat  feeling  dry  as  if  he's  being  strangled  by  thirst.  "i'm  a  medium."  a  pause.  "i  see  ghosts."  he  adds,  as  if  it  helps  with  the  overwhelming  confusion  jinho  must  feel  right  now.  knowing  jinho  all  too  well,  he  rummages  through  his  pocket  and  retrieves  his  second  phone,  unlocking  it  before  handing  it  over.  "you  can  see  the  booking  records  and  everything."  he  offers,  providing  tangible  evidence  to  support  his  extraordinary  claim. / @evocatiive

#thread / jinho #thread / jinho & anthony #jinho cannot compute

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"Okay, that's fair. I can imagine that travelling with them comes with a bunch of laughs, but also maybe unexpected stops on the road." Eeevee would do her best to be prepared for all of it unaccustomed to travelling long distances by car. The new experience would be an exciting one. With a bright laugh, she offers Scout a consoling thumbs up. "I promise I'll be on my best behavior and keep my hands to myself. Won't make the same promise when we get to our lodgings though."

Scout can't deny she would selfishly enjoy the companionship from the other while on the road. Something about the two of them being the only ones awake while music softly hummed over the radio, with the moon hanging low in the sky... she couldn't think of a more perfect image. "I'm used to traveling with Fin," she offers with a shrug. "So, I know a thing or two about constant distractions," she laughs. "Can't promise you won't be distracting in a different way though."

#thread / eevee #thread / eevee & scout

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Her fork had more engagement with the breakfast Aaron made far more than she was consuming it, but she forced herself to take a few more bites. Back home, or rather her father’s home, she wouldn’t give a second thought about where her food came from or who cleaned the house from top to bottom. But now that she was stuck living with Aaron, who at least seemed somewhat involved in daily life activities, Chloe felt… well, an iota of appreciation for the gesture. Sure they still had hired staff, but only the few trusted ones who were willing to sign a strict NDA. Even if this whole marriage was just a transaction, Chloe could appreciate that at least one of them was trying. And she almost detested him for it. It almost made her want to like him.

“Great–make sure to send me a calendar invite and I’ll let me friends know.” She couldn’t help but wonder if Aaron was trying to control the setting so that he could be in an environment that wasn’t completely out of his comfort zone. Being around her friends might easily change that. “I didn’t say anything about possessive and controlling, but the impressions are not great. I imagine your friends don’t think highly of me either.” A nonchalant shrug followed, not quite caring what the opinions were of Aaron’s own circle. “And no… I don’t think that would be wise,” she replied begrudgingly. “I would rather they speculate in case word somehow leaks out to the public. It’ll be easier for us to fix if we’re not obvious, even to them.” Now fully giving up on her food, which she at least ate most of, she got up with the intention of tossing the rest into the trash but stopped short before turning to the counter to pack the rest into a container for later. Damn husband making her feel bad for tossing his homemade breakfast

“Any information that has been released publicly should be fine. In terms of personal life, we can tell them we went to Bali for our honeymoon but had increased security hence the lack of photos. Oh, and my drink of choice is an Old Cuban, otherwise a Mojito is fine. You should at least know how to order my drink at a bar,” she stated simply before deciding she should make an effort too. Letting out a sigh, she looked at him expectantly. “Yours?” | @evocatiive

#thread / aaron #thread / aaron & chloe

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She deserves her place in the spotlight. While she has thrived a long time in the shadows, Hana should step out of that comfort zone every once in awhile. A part of the invitation, too, spurs from a place that wants to show her off. Minki holds up the dress, hanging it on the hook of the back of the door and turning to face the woman with an upturned, manicured brow. Having expected some resistance from her, he had come prepared. "And you think that I do?" Surely she knows that it would be ludicrous to assume that Minki had any more affinity for other human beings than she did. "What does that have to do with enjoying a night of luxury and having people schmooze up to you for a change? This event is all about making an appearance and exuding wealth. And you would look quite expensive in this." And lovely. Minki had put in a great deal of effort considering what would best accentuate Hana. "It wouldn't do good for me to show up alone. They serve a full five-course meal. Think of that before you turn me down for another night of instant ramen." // @fadinglights

it  is  in  hana's  nature  to  prefer  remaining  in  the  shadows.  few  people  know  enough  to  connect  her  face  with  her  reputation  and  maintaining  a  level  of  secrecy  is  necessary  for  obvious  reasons.  that's  why  she  is  taken  aback  when  minki  asks  her  to  be  his  date  to  the  gala  and  decides  to  decline  the  invitation  for  once.  however,  her  resolve  noticeably  softens  when  he  presents  her  with  the  dress  he  has  already  bought  for  her.  material  gifts  don't  hold  much  significance  for  her,  but  the  fact  that  he  took  the  time  out  of  his  day  to  choose  it  touches  her  in  a  way  she  didn't  expect.  then  again,  she  never  thought  they  would  have  come  this  far  either.  "oh,  it's  actually  a  nice  dress."  she  comments  genuinely, though  it  shouldn't  come  as  a  surprise  since  he's  always  been  meticulous  about  appearances.  "but  have  you  considered  that  i  don't  like  people?  because  i  really  don't."  she  points  out,  as  if  presenting  a  convincing  argument  in  a  courtroom.  he  is  a  rare  exception  and  accepting  that  fact  took  a  considerable  amount  of  time. / @evocatiive

#thread / minki #thread / minki & hana #definitely picturing the dress in that dazzling green

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Seonho had been expecting a few stray comments to hit his social media after Jules' post, ready to take them in stride and happy to stand hand-in-hand with his girlfriend against delusional fans. What comes as a surprise is the amount of traffic that is pouring onto his page. The suggestion posed by Jules leaves him bewildered, bottom lip pulled into his mouth. "I don't know...I don't have much recorded..." And what he does have is deeply personal, primarily songs that had come to him during the last year with Jules on tour or ones that were years old that dated back to his mother's diagnosis. "Couldn't that draw backlash too? Like...people might think I'm just grifting or whatever, and I don't want that to come back to you negatively in some way..." He grips any excuse he can, having given up on his musical dreams so long ago. // @fadinglights

"oh,  wow."  jules  exclaims,  taking  a  moment  to  process  how  crazy  it  all  is.  first,  the  obsessive  fans  are  flocking  to  her  social  media  to  leave  hate  comments  for  doing  her  job,  and  now,  not  even  her  boyfriend,  who  works  far  from  the  entertainment  industry,  is  spared.  "but  what  if..."  she  trails  off,  taking  a  few  more  seconds  to  organise  her  idea.  "what  if  you  take  the  chance  to  start  a  channel  and  begin  posting  your  music?  i  mean...  if  they're  already  there  on  your  account,  they  may  click  around  and  you  might  as  well  use  the  attention  for  your  benefit."  besides,  not  all  the  attention  is  necessarily  malicious...  some  people  who  aren't  part  of  the  ludicrous  mob  are  only  there  to  catch  up  on  the  drama. / @evocatiive

#thread / seonho #thread / seonho & jules #and i am only going to encourage this toxic behavior xoxo #i went with the matching blonde for...reasons hehe

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"I can see how that would pose a problem...." Leaning down, she swoops her hair back and assesses what Bash has already constructed. Leilani isn't able to tell what the current end goal is, but she knows that he's thin on time to figure it out. "Anything I can do to help? I could pick up an extra shift at the diner if you need me to leave home for a few hours, give you some space to recalibrate."

Bash nods before words can follow, "Only incredibly," he grins. While his girlfriend was distracting him it wasn't unwanted in the slightest. The pens he was using went ignored long ago, the telltale signs he needed a break to come back and look at things differently. "See, the thing with that is, my muse apparently doesn't care about deadlines," he laughs.

#thread / leilani #thread / leilani & sebastian #hehehe i am glad you approve! #i saw the open and leilani's muse soared to life :')

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"It's not just how I see it. You must wear rose-colored glasses." Youngjo always assumes the worst in people. It's safer. The only gentle person that he has ever known prior to meeting Yisoo had been his mother, and he had witnessed firsthand how terrible the kind ones are treated. Young perceptive eyes had bore witness to the horrid treatment she had endured for the sake of raising him, could recall every stress line that burdened her tired smile. Time would wear similarly wear on Yisoo, he is convinced, and he would hate to see it. "Is that a dare? I don't back down from a challenge. I can take a vow of silence, and all you will be left with is Mandu's occasional meows." Doubtful that he could live up to such a dare. Yisoo is an exception in many ways, and far more words tumble out of his mouth when she is around. There are people who have seen him multiple times yet don't know the sound of his voice. Another thing that he had learned young is that his voice does not carry and could be easily silenced. It's part of why he much prefers to speak with his fists. People got the message that he is conveying far better that way than through verbalizing them. "A prosecutor?" His distaste is apparent through the scrunch of his nose. To Youngjo, a lawyer is similar to any kind of law enforcement, and they are all scum beneath his feet. "Sounds like he ruined himself more than he fixed it..." He chooses not to linger on the subject, not wanting to debate Yisoo on the matter, merely nodding, commenting dryly, "Life is an ironic bitch." He has been told time and time again that to even be alive is a blessing, yet he thinks it's sad that's the standard. There should be more to life than what is offered to many. "The couch, huh?" Eyes fall to the cushions, leaning against them. They would do. He has slept in worse conditions, like up against a trash can back in his younger years right after he had run away. "Fine, I won't argue. Consider that my way of being 'silent.'" Considering that arguing is a sport for him. He shakes his head. "I'm not hungry. All I can manage right now is maybe some liquids before I pass out." His eyelids are heavy, his face pale from the blood loss. "Tch. Right..." The cat is scooped up into his arms. "I'll provide the little guy with plenty of assurances that I'm alright. He can sleep out here with me tonight." // @fadinglights

"only  if  you  choose  to  see  it  that  way,"  despite  her  outward  altruism,  there  may  be  a  part  of  her  that  takes  advantage  of  their  situation.  she  doesn't  help  others  solely  out  of  sheer  goodness,  even  though  it  may  appear  that  way.  paradoxically,  helping  others  fulfils  an  inner  need  within  her  to  be  needed.  she  would  rather  exhaust  herself  from  caring  too  much  than  become  numb  and  apathetic  to  the  world  she  resides  in.  a  chuckle  slips  from  her  lips  at  youngjo's  witty  retort.  "try  me."  she  challenges,  open  to  the  idea  of  an  experiment  to  test  his  hypothesis.  “maybe  i  won’t.”  while  yisoo  doesn't  share  blood  ties  with  her  brothers,  they  will  always  be  family  in  her  eyes.  they  were  the  ones  who  initially  made  her  feel  at  ease  when  she  first  entered  the  family  of  distant  relatives  whom  she  had  never  met  before.  "he's  now  a  prosecutor,  and  no,  he  did  most  of  the  fixing  himself."  she  reveals  with  a  shrug,  her  voice  laced  with  pride.  "it's  funny  how  life  works  sometimes,  isn't  it?"  she  reflects  on  the  unexpected  turns  life  has  taken  her,  from  once  being  terrified  of  hospitals  for  unfortunate  reasons  to  now  spending  most  of  her  life  in  one.  her  hands  no  longer  tremble  as  they  once  did;  instead,  they  remain  steadfast  as  she  tends  to  those  who  depend  on  her  strength  in  times  of  vulnerability.  "sleep."  yisoo  immediately  suggests,  her  response  brimming  with  unfiltered  honesty,  before  she  realises  the  potential  implications  of  her  words  as  she  sits  in  front  of  a  half-naked  man  in  the  middle  of  the  night.  she  suppresses  a  laugh  at  the  silly  thought.  "you  shouldn't  waste  energy  crawling  back.  i'm  lending  you  my  couch  tonight,  and  i'll  accept  no  arguments."  she  believes  any  celebration  they  may  deserve  should  be  saved  for  the  next  day  when  they  are  better  rested  and  distanced  from  the  struggles  of  today.  a  question  crosses  her  mind  then.  "have  you  eaten?"  despite  the  unforeseen  circumstances  behind  his  presence  tonight,  he  is  still  a  guest,  and  yisoo  refuses  to  let  a  guest  go  hungry.  though  yisoo  had  taken  a  chance  by  touching  him,  part  of  her  expected  him  to  back  away.  but  he  doesn't.  her  lips  slowly  curl  into  a  smile  as  he  acquiesces,  akin  to  the  delight  one  experiences  when  a  stray  cat  sheds  its  defensive  demeanour  and  warms  up  to  one's  presence.  she  realises  she  made  the  right  decision  by  involving  mandu  in  their  negotiation.  her  experiences  dealing  with  challenging  patients  in  the  hospital  has  helped  her  master  the  art  of  persuasion.  while  she  isn't  particularly  thrilled  about  the  compromise,  she  understands  that  it's  the  most  she  can  expect  him  to  concede.  "obviously,"  she  echoes,  nodding  with  feigned  seriousness.  "try  to  get  hurt  less.  he's  a  big  worrier."

#thread / youngjo #thread / youngjo & yisoo

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He never should have let his grandmother introduce them. That day at her match, Jason should have only admired her from afar and never gotten so close. The second that he had let her into his life, he had put Fleur in danger. The kidnapping incident had been a living hell for him, and he has not known peace since she had been taken. Not even being the reason that she had been rescued could calm him down or balm the guilt that tugs at his conscience.

He retreats from the world, becomes a recluse with only Minki aware of his location. So when there is a knock on the door, he assumes it's the delivery that he had ordered. Coming face-to-face with Fleur instead when he opens the door is gutting, Jason stepping back and his eyes blowing wide. "Fleur..." She appears in front of him like one of the many illusions that he has experienced during his time spent to himself. Fingers clench at his sides, slowly raising to brush against the apples of her cheeks to confirm that she is solid and real. Safe. He swallows back the sentiment that threatens to swarm to the surface. "You shouldn't be here..." // @decadentias

IT HAD TAKEN HER A while to emotionally recover from the kidnapping incident. Everyone in her family hadn't been helpful except for her siblings. She had been constantly told that it was her fault for getting involved with a man like him. She had discovered the real Jason and seen what he was capable of. Despite everything she had heard and known, it didn't change the way she felt about him. She didn't love him any less. Knowing how he was wired, he must have assumed the worst and blamed himself for what happened. Recuperating a bit, she finally had the energy to get up in bed. A moment of clarity came to her. She knew exactly what she wanted to do–—to see Jason and talk to him. She had begged her brother to help her leave the palace. Flynn had been reluctant but he had eventually taken pity and let her. She had no idea where Jason was, but she knew there was one person who knew about his whereabouts. It was a bit difficult to persuade Minki, but after some quarrel between him and his wife (or whatever they were), she got her answer.

Desperate to see Jason, she rushes to where he is. She feels that intense longing upon seeing him. "Jason," she calls softly. Fleur fights the urge to run into his arms and hold him. She really misses him. Greatly.

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#thread / jason #thread / jason & fleur #pls chaotic spouses just want to b*ng #and there are these two going Through It 😔

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"That is totally fine with me. You know I always welcome your insight." She had never considered music choices so much since Melody entered her life, but Eliot is convinced that her movie viewing experience is all the more enriched for it. "It's so encouraging to me that the theater is thriving. Truly a city landmark." One that Eliot had helped renovate not too long ago, one of her first work projects post-divorce. "I would be honored to be your red carpet date." Excited butterflies already flutter in her stomach. "I will have to buy you a bouquet for the occasion, just to ensure that you get your flowers." Literally if not figuratively.

Melody shakes her head before she can even answer, "Our standing moving date is very important to me. If anything I'm just going to be more annoying than usual about my critique of the score," she chuckles. "I will be invited to the premiere," Melody grins. "--which is at that old movie theater downtown. I have been promised a red carpet, no matter how small." While she was downplaying the opportunity at every turn she was thrilled about the stepping stone. "You should be my date. You are the first person I've really told after all."

#thread / eliot #thread / eliot & melody

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The two lay comfortably in Seonho's bed, a place of increasing familiarity and warmth for Ophelia. While cuddling up beside his form, she had reached for his hand and laced his fingers with hers. Their digits laze against each other, pressing and pushing, lacing and stretching. Strands of hair had been tucked behind her ear after an eventful night of bedroom activities. The lull of a slow, quiet morning allows for sleeping in together.

"You know, I've always wondered what it'd be like to have my hand in yours," she mutters softly against him. Her voice is light and airy with a hint of sleepiness lingering at the edge. "And even though your hands are rough, they can be so gentle with me." She let a thumb caress and swipe across his palm before pressing his hand to her lips for a soft kiss. Her hand then drops and presses against his bare chest and feels his heart beat, his breathing rising and falling. Another comforting sensation that she realizes helps her fall asleep easily.

"And every time I'm here, I feel like I can stay here forever." A small pang follows at those words but Ophelia chooses to ignore it and to let them just be in the moment. And in this moment, she wants Seonho--his company, his time, him.

With renewed energy, a coy expression crosses Ophelia's features as she pushes herself up to look over at Seonho. Head tilts as her gaze meets a curious look before she situates herself to straddle upon him. Her hands reach for his again, weaving them together once more, before she leans down for a quick peck.

"Ready for another round?"

#save / for me #save / from starling #dynamic / seonho & ophelia #pls it definitely counts as Sweet #ophelia feeling at peace with him is Everything 🥺 #the quiet intimacy. the dichotomy of their hands. the soft touches. the inherent comfort with each other? #i love it all so much and ophelia can have as much of seonho as she wants!!

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"Be patient," Eevee insists with a tut, poking him in the nose with the makeup brush. "I am just doing the finishing touches so that you have the complete look. Which you will need in order for us to win the costume contest." Which is fully her intention, applying a dab of blush onto the apple of Oliver's cheeks. // @popcultr

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MUSE: oliver monroe / 29 / radio dj / heterosexual

oliver groans, "how long do i have to sit here?" he asks, the two of them were getting for a halloween party with friends. the other was doing his make-up, "surely you must be done by now, please"

#thread / eevee #thread / eevee & oliver

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"Please, I am pretty sure all members of both of our families prefer you to me." And Seonho's wide grin gives away that he's not at all displeased by that fact. He knows that he's likeable, too, but especially in the case of his siblings, it's a little different since he is the one responsible for them as their stand-in parental figure. Whereas he is the lame older brother, they see Jules as someone who is far cooler. And he can't deny that. "But it's a good thing. Everyone around us seems to be happy that we're together. Even your brother who probably would just appreciate it if we turn down the volume on PDA when we are around him." That's more of a Seonho issue than a Jules one, as he likes to be in contact with her, as if the physical connection is grounding him to reality. Sometimes it feels like a dream that they are actually dating, that he gets to hold onto this nugget of happiness in the sea of stress that he swims through every day. Keeping his head above water can be taxing, yet whenever he's able to spend time around his girlfriend, it's like a jolt of energy to that helps him stay afloat. "Yeah, that was it. I mean, like I said, it was probably the combination of a lot of little moments but that one stands out in my memory as, like, cementing my feelings for you not being purely platonic." Then it had taken him quite some time to come to grip with his feelings, and even longer to find the courage and conviction to do about it. He's beyond glad that he did. He laughs heartily, eyes crinkling. "I can't help it! Sometimes I am the only one that appreciates my jokes, and I need laughter to live. Do you know how awful it is to share the jokes with my siblings and be met with silence? Or worse, their collective groans?" A hand covers his heart as if genuinely wounded, acknowledging that his sense of humor is close to that of a stereotypical dad. // @fadinglights

jules  realises  that  arguing  with  him  is  a  futile  battle  she  cannot  win  —  his  optimism  shines  too  brightly  and  she  doesn't  have  the  heart  to  dampen  it.  maybe  so,  but  i  like  the  view  from  here.  she  can  only  hope  that  this  sentiment  will  endure  and  that  she  won't  one  day  shatter  those  rose-tinted  glasses  with  her  reckless  hands.  "no,  she  doesn't,"  jules  fibs,  fully  aware  that  she  is  treated  like  a  princess  in  her  own  household.  or  at  least  as  much  as  the  older  woman  can  provide  under  the  given  circumstances.  then  again,  anyone  would  be  overjoyed  to  have  someone  like  seonho  as  their  child — a  person  with  such  angelic  smiles  and  an  even  kinder  heart.  "...but  yeah,  i  think  she's  really  happy  that  we're  dating.  there's  nothing  for  you  to  worry  about."  for  once,  her  mother  didn't  furrow  her  brows  upon  learning  about  jules'  new  relationship.  jules  doesn't  blame  her  mother  for  her  past  reactions,  considering  her  own  string  of  ill-fated  choices  that  contributed  to  a  profoundly  shattered  heart.  she  melts  under  the  gentle  press  of  his  lips  against  her  forehead,  silently  agreeing  to  let  go  of  her  insecurities  and  give  him  some  respite.  even  though  he  never  complains  about  it,  it's  not  his  responsibility  to  constantly  tend  to  her  emotions,  which  often  spiral  out  of  control.  "that  was  it?"  she  asks,  not  expecting  anything  grand  or  movie-like,  but  the  mundane  moment  he  described  wasn't  what  she  had  anticipated  either.  "i  like  your  stupid  jokes,"  she  says  with  a  fond  smile.  it's  peculiar  how  much  she  adores  his  sunny  disposition,  which  contrasts  with  her  own  humour  that  carrying  a  darker  undertone.  "the  funniest  part  is  when  you  start  laughing  at  them  before  you  even  finish  telling  them." / @evocatiive

#thread / seonho #thread / seonho & jules

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His eyes are blurring and crossed by the time Connor decides to momentarily part with the stack of papers on his desk for a much brain boost. Simply going through the motions of pouring himself a cup of black coffee, the liquid remains unsweetened as he brings the porcelain mug to his lips and quirks a brow at Stella's appearance and subsequent snide gripe.

"Forgive me, I didn't realize that I had been elected as office manager this semester," he remarks coolly, swallowing another long sip. "How could I have known that one, you are still here, and two, that you would want a caffeine boost as well. At this time of night, brewing a full carafe wouldn't make any sense. If you're that desperate, I think there's some instant stuff in one of the cupboards." // @packagecfgirlyevil

open starter. based on this post ; stella & ( your muse ) are rival professors at boston college. they spend most of their time bickering and arguing but are also absolutely attracted to each other. stella garcia // mid 30s, psychology professor. heterosexual.

it wasn't surprising that they were the last two left in the building; stella was trying to review papers, once again, a new semester bringing in a fresh crop of students who took psych simply because it sounded interesting without realizing the intensity of it. after yet another 'c' effort, she needed a refill of coffee - and to move her legs around a little.

but the coffee pot in the staff room was empty, again, and she turned on her heels to see them holding a fresh cup, her nostrils flaring slightly in annoyance. "didn't think about refilling, did you?" she asked, her voice admittedly a little harsher than it was with most of her colleagues. "you walked by my office not twenty minutes ago - you knew i was still here."

#thread / connor #thread / connor & stella #new blog new verse for these two??? hehehe

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"Yikes." Shane tries to grimace as his eyes trail to Red Beard but ends up laughing instead. The sleep depravation at this point makes almost everything funny to him, which he supposes is a better attitude to have than being snippy with everyone around them since he knows no one is really at fault besides whatever idiot started the fire.

"Wow, you must be running on fumes, huh? Clopen shifts are literally the worst. I'm not sure how you are still even standing at this point," he sympathizes with Savannah, eyes moving around. "If we can't, I may just hoof my way over to the 7/11 a few blocks down. I am lucky that I can move my appointments around as needed, but I feel for you..." He blinks blearily. "Which...could you remind me of your name? I feel like a terrible neighbor, but please keep in mind that my brain is groggy right now..." // @packagecfgirlyevil

"Well, when we came out here, Red Beard over there was wearing shoes and now - " she raised an eyebrow, the resident of the first floor who notoriously walked around half dressed slowly de-robing in front of the entire building even in an emergency.

"I would have grabbed my wallet so I could just get a hotel room to be honest," she admitted with a yawn. "I only just got off work like three hours ago, and I have another - maybe three? Before I'm due back. This was the worst possible night, really. Wanna see if we can convince someone to doordash us some coffee?"

#thread / shane #thread / shane & savannah #FJALDJFAL pls merrick my love of course she did #we support women's rights and woman's wrongs in this household tho

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Hurt is the primary emotion dancing across Seonho's face, worry still tumbling through his stomach. An apology is the last thing that he wants from Angelo. "I came because I wanted to," he insists vehemently, tenor of his voice still characteristically soft. "I wanted to make sure that you were okay. The nurse said that you would be, but you have to be monitored for awhile. Y'know, just in case you have a concussion. They said you didn't have to stay here but...do you have somewhere you can go where someone can look after you?" His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows. "I can drive you..." Since his car must have been totaled. "Or...I could stay with you for awhile?" This reunion hasn't gone how Seonho would have wanted either, but first and foremost, he needs to know that Angelo will be cared for. // @dcgtown

Angelo could hardly bring himself to look at Seonho for a multitude of reasons. Embarrassment being the primary one, but he also feared what he would see looking back. Pity? Anger? Hurt? He couldn't imagine it would be anything good. Of all the ways he hoped the pair could reunite this wasn't one he even got close to considering. "Oh," he breathes. The reasoning made sense, and worse yet he didn't know who else he would call if Seonho didn't show. "I'm sorry you got dragged into all this."

#thread / seonho #thread / seonho & angelo

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Blood is a common sight in his line of work, but it's more jarring when it is oozing from someone that he cares about. There's a rooted fear that blooms and springs back to life in Youngjo as he diligently tends to Yisoo's wound. The work is sloppy, especially in comparison to what hers would look like as a nursing professional, yet there is a care that he puts into the effort that he wouldn't have with anyone else. His own wounds are often left to fester and rot under exposed air whereas with her, he makes sure to wrap her delicately yet firmly enough that it would hopefully stop the flow of bleeding long enough for her to be properly seen to once he stops the tap of the sink that she had turned on. The blood that flows down the drain haunts Youngjo as if he has somehow failed to protect her. Every unbidden strangled sound that makes its way from Yisoo's mouth feels akin to a stab to his chest. Even still, Yisoo doesn't let her knees buckle from under her, and he has to acknowledge her strength in the same breath that guilt breeds in his stomach. "It's less that I found you and more that...I was just in the right place in the right time..." It's difficult for him to admit that she has been leaving him anxious and worried lately with her behavior. Especially now that it's apparent why she had been on edge. He suspects that this bound man knows her and is not some stranger that had come to rob her out of mere happenstance. A connection has to exist, but he doesn't question her. Now isn't the time or the place. It doesn't even feel appropriate once they have left her apartment, the man has been apprehended by authorities, and they have arrived at the hospital where her wound could be stitched up under trained hands. When they are questioned by the authorities, Youngjo keeps any of his own comments brief and listens to whatever information Yisoo is willing to be forthcoming about. He doesn't trust authorities and prefers to keep quiet as he sits on a chair near the cot that Yisoo is placed on. They don't intend to keep her overnight, and when all is said and done and a nurse tells them that they can leave, Youngjo stands up, a resolute stiffness in his shoulders. "You will be staying with me tonight." And perhaps the foreseeable future. "You and Mandu. We can pick him up from your place before heading over to mine." // @fadinglights

yisoo  watches  intently  as  he  inspects  her  wound,  her  gaze  carrying  a  detached  air  as  if  she  were  observing  the  scene  from  outside  herself.  there's  a  part  of  her  brain  that  resists  fully  accepting  reality  in  its  insanity,  clinging  to  a  semblance  of  normalcy  amidst  the  chaos.  she  takes  a  deliberate  look  at  her  bloodied  hand,  shaking  her  head  in  response  to  his  inquiry  —  though  she  can't  be  entirely  certain  amidst  the  still  oozing  blood,  its  crimson  hue  only  slightly  diluted  by  the  water  pouring  from  the  bottle.  with  a  deep  breath,  yisoo  places  a  hand  on  youngjo's  shoulder  before  pushing  herself  up  and  making  her  way  to  the  kitchen  sink  two  steps  away.  she  turns  on  the  tap  with  her  uninjured  hand,  allowing  the  water  to  cascade  over  her  wounded  hand.  silently,  she  watches  as  the  water  becomes  tinged  with  a  pink  hue,  her  focus  fixated  on  the  physical  injury  rather  than  the  emotional  aftermath  that  will  undoubtedly  haunt  her  dreams  for  nights  to  come.  now  afforded  a  moment  of  respite  to  process  everything,  yisoo  senses  her  bodily  sensations  returning.  the  lingering  pain  around  her  throat,  a  familiar  yet  unwelcome  sensation.  so  she  takes  another  deep  breath  and  forces  herself  to  swallow  her  sobs. her  feet  feel  weak,  but  she  refuses  to  let  herself  collapse,  not  until  she  ensures  the  stranger  is  securely  restrained  and  she  is  completely  safe.  "how  did  you  find  me?"  she  manages  to  ask,  her  words  feel  wrong  but  she  fails  to  rummage  for  something  better  in  her  shaken  state.  while  it's  not  surprising  for  youngjo  to  find  her  in  her  own  apartment,  yisoo  is  grateful  that  he  arrived  at  the  right  time,  when  she  was  in  desperate  need  of  help.  she  dries  her  wound  with  a  nearby  clean  towel  before  letting  him  bandage  it  with  careful  hands.  it  feels  strange  to  be  on  the  receiving  end,  having  her  injuries  tended  to,  when  she's  so  accustomed  to  caring  for  him.  "you're  doing  well."  she  comments  gently,  seeking  to  distract  herself  and  acknowledge  his  efforts  despite  the  clumsiness  of  his  movements.  her  attention  sharpens  at  the  sound  of  approaching  footsteps,  her  gaze  drifting  towards  the  man  now  tied  down  before  shifting  to  the  living  room  where  the  officers  finally  appear. / @evocatiive

#thread / youngjo #thread / youngjo & yisoo #look the man has twisted priorities ngl and he can't help the attraction #and i hope it's okay i jumped us to this part! #injury cw