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[opt1mistic]

sae who eyefucks you totally on accident. and it’s just the way he looks at you. but you think he does it on purpose to get under your skin. bc yk hes very amused by how pissed of he can make you. the way his hooded eyes glare at you, looking at you like you just did something…….something…and he could be talking about the most unrelated thing ever but his gaze is making you think that he’s trying to get right into your pants. uhhhh he needs to stop i swear.

hes just standing there, looming hes eyes over you face to see if you’re paying attention to what hes saying(which you are clearly not). and he stares even harder into your eyes, and when your eyes look away from him, he moves closer to your face so you cant look anywhere BUT his face, and feel his intense gaze over you…and hes just so lost at whats making you so nervously flustered………..

but when he realizes’ it……….he starts doing it on purpose(he doesn’t tell you ofc) and he asks you what’s wrong, and you’re all like, yk what you’re doing, and he just acts so clueless, but he know DAMN WELL what he is doing…

[yunwooz]

hongjoong :: the fellowship : beginning of the end in japan day 3 ending ment

[fadinglights]

continued from here, @gotwcird

"wait... you managed to go out to shop, then come back in?" ivy asks, narrowing her eyes in curiosity. "... how?" it's either that the security guard already recognised him from last night and let him in — which, weird — or he took the keys from the counter. there could be other possibilities, but none that her hazy mind could conjure at this moment. maybe he could pick locks? which would be a huge red flag if she's ever spotted one, then again it would not be the first time she's involved with the likes of that. regardless of her questions, however, she doesn't necessarily annoyed or guarded, just curious, and her tone shows it.

"i was going to ask how you managed to find so much stuff from my refrigerator, since i'm pretty sure it's close to empty." making breakfasts isn't really part of her routine, ever, but she won't protest having someone cook for her first thing in the morning. it's kind of sweet, to be honest, and not at all the gesture she'd expect from a one-night-stand. "that smells good." she'd offer to help with the cooking, but she doesn't think she'd be of much use, so she settles for drinks instead. "would you like something to drink?" she asks with a saccharine smile, "coffee or tea?"

[mariigoldzz]

MAYSILEE DONNER; Original Owner Of The Mockingjay Pin

Slow Like Honey, Fiona Apple//Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins//Violet, Hole//Sunrise On The Reaping by Suzanne Collins//The Child Is Gone, Fiona Apple//Mary Boleyn

[salvatoraes]

if your muse had instagram, what would it look like ?

tagged : @dopplgaenger <3 tagging : @forbaes , @elenva , @malka-lisitsa , @kindofuneven , @dislocates ( for adore ) , @jessiebites , @chth0nia , @saintcecily , @snnynatural , @shesdaylight , @feylived ( for cordy ) , @harmfuls ( for buffy ) , @tribitten & YOU !

[natgoodmans]

i'm just gonna shake!

[likemosaic]

they're gonna dig up kissin' kate's fortune @snowmelts / @windcovet / @aurouze / @tensleepshrike / @nightingeal / @magicxecustos

[sonnysolis]

status — open (0/3)

location— side of the road, hating life

Why her? Why of all days must she be the one stranded on an empty two-lane road that cuts through the backwoods outside of Briar Ridge all alone?

The sun has now dipped just below the horizon, casting everything in that heavy, in-between light — not quite dark, but definitely not safe either. The air smells like pine, old dust, and something metallic. Sonny’s car sits half on the shoulder, hazard lights blinking weakly into the twilight. The front left tire, shredded. Her hands are stained with grease, and her jaw is tight with the frustration she refuses to show.

Meanwhile, she stands with her arms crossed, back leaning against the car like she owns the stretch of road she was stranded on. Her black leather jacket laying tossed across the passenger seat, the faint glow of a cigarette flickering between her fingers — unlit, just something to keep her hands busy.

The engine is dead silent. Her phone has two bars of signal, just enough to tease her with almost loading a map, then crashing every time she tries to do something useful. No spare tire. No roadside assistance. And, of course, no one else on the road for miles — until now.

Headlights cut through the trees behind her, slow and cautious. She doesn’t move at first. Just stays still, one boot pressed into the dirt, watching the oncoming vehicle in the rearview mirror like it might be fate, or something worse.

When the car finally rolls to a stop beside hers, she flicks her gaze toward the driver but doesn’t smile.

“Please tell me you’re not lost, a serial killer.” Her tone is dry but not entirely unfriendly. “Got a flat. No spare. Cell’s basically useless. So unless you’re here to gawk, rob me, or trade car parts, I could really use a hand.” She arches a brow, the barest hint of amusement tugging at the corner of her lips. “And no—before you ask—I don’t know how to say ‘please’ or 'thank you'. You’ll just have to live with that.”

[fires0ut]

clasp. from behind, the sender places their hands over the receiver's eyes. from buck

there's quiet laughter in eddie's throat, the sound rumbling silently as a familiar warmth disseminates beneath buck's palms. the scent of sun-warmed cedar and aftershave drifts over his shoulder, undeniably him, and eddie’s pulse bounds. ❝ if this is a hostage situation, you’re going to have to negotiate harder, buck, ❞ he murmurs with that same smile in his voice, its volume dipping into a teasing rasp he only ever uses with buck as of late — reserved and indulgent, like a secret neatly folded between them. he let his eyes flutter shut beneath the veil of buck’s touch, not needing to see to discern the way his presence fills every space around them. ❝ you planning to keep me in the dark forever, or just until i say i missed you? ❞ @anoffering

[yunwooz]

wooyoung ✘ back stage rockin’

[fadinglights]

knocking on his office door, leah walks in with a beaming smile, one that radiates the same happiness as the surprised expression worn by his boyfriend. "a little bird told me you've been too busy to get lunch, so here i am." she lays the paper bag on his desk, before taking out all the boxes. "got your favourites — didn't know which one you crave more today, so i got both." chuckling when she's pulled into a tight embrace, she shrugs. "i know, i'm the best." with the demanding job that she has, it's not often that she has the time for the role of a good girlfriend, so she's doing what she can on her rare day-off. / @gotwcird

[wcrstbehavior]

continued from here ( @pcpulr )

Isaiah let out a low sigh, staring up at the ceiling, the soft hum of the ocean waves coming through the cracked window. "You know I wanted to, Elle," he said quietly, his voice just above a whisper. "But Mama was so damn happy when she called. I didn't have the heart to tell her. Not when she was already planning the family dinner and talking 'bout how much everyone missed you."He glanced over his shoulder, catching the silhouette of Giselle in the dim light. "I know it ain't fair to you. Or me. But I thought... Just this once, we could get through it. Make Mama happy. And then..." He trailed off, not sure how to finish that thought. Isaiah shifted closer, just a bit, his arm brushing against hers. "I didn't think it'd be this hard. Seeing you. Pretending like nothing's changed." A bitter laugh slipped from his lips. "Guess I didn't realize how much I missed you until I had to fake it." He turned fully then, his eyes meeting hers. "If you want, we can tell them. I won't make you keep up the act if it's too much. Just say the word."

[salvatoraes]

just thinking about how klaus who lived a thousand years said he’s never seen someone resist his compulsion before and it was all because of how much stefan loved elena. klaus, who has been alive for a thousand fucking years said he’d never seen that before. that’s how hard and how much stefan loves, when he loves you he loves you. he stabbed himself to hold himself back from feeding on elena and he would’ve succeeded if klaus didn’t compel him ( again ) to shut his humanity off. that’s all.

[natgoodmans]

all those other girls, well, they're beautiful, but would they write a song for you? ♡

[taroet-archive]

i'm glad we got lost together. em + dex

She says it so simply, like it’s nothing, like it’s just a thing people say when they’ve spent the last ten minutes trying to find their way out of a maze. But it lands like a punch to the ribs, knocking the air out of him in a way he doesn’t quite know how to recover from.

He swallows, glancing at her & for a second, he forgets himself. Forgets the suit that suddenly feels too tight around his neck, forgets the weight of the past three years pressing down on him, forgets that they aren’t — can’t be — the same people they used to be. Because it’s her. After three years, after everything, it’s her.

He exhales, rubbing the back of his neck, trying to find something light to say, something easy. But the words feel stuck, tangled up in all the things he shouldn’t be thinking. “ Yeah, well, ” he starts, forcing a smirk, though it feels unsteady. “ Not my worst detour. ” A pause & then, softer, almost like an afterthought— “ Not by a long shot. ”

That’s the thing, isn’t it? That’s the bloody problem. He could be in a maze for hours, days, years, but if she’s next to him, it wouldn’t feel so bad. It never has. But then reality rushes back in like a cold wind. His engagement. The baby. The fact that this — whatever this feeling is, whatever it’s always been — isn’t something he’s allowed to touch anymore.

So he forces another grin, nudges her arm like it’s all just banter, like the sight of her doesn’t unravel him completely. “ Come on, Morley. Let’s get out of here before they send a search party. Can’t have the bride thinking we ran off together, can we? ” He doesn’t look at her when he says it, because if he does, he knows he might never look away.

[winter-willow-hero-aoyagi]

//To bed with you, @superhero-an-official and @virtual-singers-heroes!!! (The tag for the latter might not work, so please tag them for me.)