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— important update!

henlo guys it’s been a hot minute

i’ve tried to get back into the whole writing-thing, but it’s a slow process. so i’ve done a few changes that may be important for some of u to know !! 1. i’m getting rid of my sideblog @glvtter. my main, vrsonist, will get a little makeover and then be ready to go as my indie/1x1 blog. i’ll keep all my future threads on this blog as it’s easier for me to keep track of everything here. 2. i’m dropping all my current threads which has nothing to do w the threads themselves and everything to do w my muse. i still love all my ships, but i find it hard to jump right back into a thread after having been absent for so long so i hope that’s understandable. if any of my partners want to start something new i’d most likely be up for it (unless i’m lacking current inspiration for that particular muse), just shoot me a mssg! 3. my muses page is currently down. i’ll make a new one, but i’ll only add the muses i have that are currently active(-ish). i haven’t gotten rid of any of the muses that were active on glvtter before or are in active ships, but i won’t be adding them unless i’m writing them simply bc i’m lazy. if any mutuals or former partners or whatever happens to remember an old muse of mine that they’d love to write against, just lmk!!  4. and if anyone wants to write, just reach out to me seeing my schedule will clear up soonish!! i’ll hook u up with an older muse of mine or make a new one just for u.

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— hiatus notice.

school really came for me with a vengeance huh

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❛·° — cheiian‌:

                 for a second, he bit down on his lip before he patted the others back – perhaps a little TOO EAGER. ❝it will be the best – it wil l be like a dream but the BEST one ever❞ and he nodded, it was about time that he debuted, wasn’t it? ❝we will be the greatest group of the century…❞

          ℍ𝔼 𝕂ℕ𝔼𝕎 ℍ𝕆𝕎 𝕄𝕌ℂℍ 𝕋ℍ𝕀𝕊 𝕄𝔼𝔸ℕ𝕋 for the older, and whilst it was important for completely other reasons for the maknae, it didn’t invalidate changmin or his reasons whatsoever. he was happy for both of them. «the best thing is that it’s not a dream,» he mused aloud. «this is gonna be good. it really is.»

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❛·° — chaostheoriies‌:

           ( @glvtter​ & reposted starter. )    ╱     once. twice. three times, charlie’s coach had told them to be sure to not drink this weekend — with a competition only next week, this should be the last thing on his mind. simply the last, and yet, as he takes another sip of his slightlytoo strong mix of whatever they found in his room, those very words he was supposed to head do come to mind… still, he downs a large gulp none the less, his eyes close to watering for the third time because charlie can’t stop making him laugh.

          what’s new, really. she’s the funniest girl he’s ever met, so much so that she’s actually more than capable of making him cry about it. just another thing to add to his long list of reasons he’s in love with his best friend. though, no number of glasses of something or other can stopit. he’s tried it all — putting his all into his studies, all into his training, his rowing — his life blood… but it never seemed to last long. something always ended up reminding him of her.like it always did.

          “ stop it, ” charlie whines messily, mouth around the rim of his glass. “ you’re gonna make me spill my drink. ” despite the glass, the corners of his lips twitch in her direction, feetpoking at her side across the bed. they could’ve gone out — could’ve painted the town red in front of a pretty backdrop. but he’s already got that with her. and his bed’s comfy enough as it is, without having to mention that it means his coach really won’t be able to catch him in the act. hoisting himself up from the end of the bed, he fidgets his way to her side, fingers shaking the glass in her direction — all too empty for his liking. “ you’re a bad influence, ”charlie mocks, pulling a faux face of disgust at his own choice of words yet wasting no time in hooking his chin over her shoulder. an all too familiar act. “ getting me drunk, you know. ”

           ℝ𝕌𝕃𝔼𝕊 𝕎𝔼ℝ𝔼 ℕ𝕆𝕋 𝔽𝕆ℝ 𝕆𝔹𝔼𝕐𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕎ℍ𝔼ℕ it came to girls like charlie — but also boys like charlie. it had charlotte thinking back to her childhood, where she had ventured way past the boundaries set for her, and she had done so with no caution. adventure called out to her, and that was exactly what the boy had become to her. there was never a dull moment shared between the two and for someone as easily as bored as her it was quite the miracle that she was still sticking around. she had grown to initially care for him, a care that had blossomed into adoration that again had turned into genuine love. she knew, when that emotion had made home of her ribcage where the boy was concerned, that she was in too deep this time, but she had ceased to care about drowning as long as it meant the bottom of the ocean with him.

«maybe it’s my agenda,» she proudly suggested, shameless and bold. it was a joke, or at least so she told herself so as far as she was concerned it would have to be. «is that the most efficient to get you out of your t-shirt ?» charlie joked, followed with a warm laughter. still, there was the slightest hint, if even just barely, of something ringing true. she wished for something more than friendship, but found that she had no idea how to proceed to take that step. surely the alcohol she had consumed helped. «maybe i’m a bad influence, but at least you’re having fun ?»

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��·° — varictys‌:

there’s an old song filtering through the sifts of the air that sits too still in his apartment – the silk he’d donned to man the stage tonight hangs unbuttoned, loose around gold-kissed skin. there’s something forgotten in the way the notes curl, the record playing the song just distorted enough for the low-lit dim of the hallway light to settle around him like molasses. ( here and now, noeul thinks he’s trapped somewhere between where the night ended, and where the morning will begin. it’s here when noeul thinks he’ll disappear – his name along with anything he’s called his own. )

it takes him some time to pull himself off the well-worn sofa he’s deposited himself on. there are forgotten aches at the soles of his feet, a lingering brush of the pain kissing his temples. he’s bathed too long under the city’s grime, its neon lights. when he came home tonight, he did so with the acknowledgement that he’d spend weeks behind this closed door – - he’d heal under soft cotton sheets and soft morning hours. ( he does this often – disappears under the turn of a rising sun, reminds himself that there’s more to him than just the ways in which he bleeds to unravel. ) he doesn’t let his body fold back on itself in exhaustion until he’s washed off the sweat from his skin, and dressed it in worn-in cotton. his hair no longer smoothed, body no longer on creative display – the stage personality of apollo makes way for noeul. ( he’s surprisingly human under all this, after all. ) it’s like this when he hears the pounding on his door. ( like clockwork, says that stubborn voice in his head that sounds deceptively like honey. ) he recognizes the cadence of the hits, knows who it is even before he pads his way to the door to open it.

it’s no surprise, the state he finds him in. and yet – and yet, it makes him steel his jaw, lazy blinks turning sharper.

noeul is pulling him in before seungjae even stops speaking, loose hand finding his as his fingers weave through seungjae’s on instinct. ( they fit together like they haven’t forgotten to, like they even could. ) the door shuffles shut, somehow, behind the two of them. there’s a careful caution to the way noeul’s gaze assesses the bruises painting seunjae’s face – the free hand coming to grasp his chin, turn his gaze to convince himself the extent of it isn’t half as bad as it has been at its worst.

the dead stillness of the air seems thinner now, strained under the way noeul wants to breathe him in. the fingers clasping his chin trace a swift path up to seam of mauve lips, the pad of his thumb tracing it in light touches that manage somehow still to be reverent. there’s supposed to be a greeting written somewhere in between their silence—but where’s the need? where’s the need, when his touch doesn’t know how to forget seungjae. he’s greedy when he pulls him in, lips soft when they press into seunjae’s even if there’s a thinly veiled desperation under it all. ( it tastes like the goodbyes they don’t know how to say, the apologies they’re too cowardly to face. ) he pulls away before he can lose his breath to him, forehead coming to rest against seunjae’s. when he breathes in, it’s deep; like seungjae’s the reason why the tightness in his chest eases long enough that he can feel the ache in it all.

but they don’t talk about that.

“—what was it this time?” he asks, pulling away just enough that he can settle his gaze on seungjae’s. he doesn’t think he wants to hear, it’s more of the same. ( there’s something tar-like on his tongue at the role he plays in this all. you could call it guilt, perhaps; something latent, easy to forget when they can blame the dark corners of the street rather than each other for the bruises their bodies hold. ) “what happened?”

           ℍ𝔼 𝕃𝔼𝔸ℝℕ𝔼𝔻 𝕋𝕆 𝔽𝕆ℝ𝔾𝔼𝕋 𝔸𝔹𝕆𝕌𝕋 𝕎ℍ𝔸𝕋𝔼𝕍𝔼ℝ they wanted him to remember, and with that he meant to say he never learned. it wasn’t an inability as much as it was the lack of wanting — once he did something right they’d be willing to go easy on him, and once they went easy on him he’d be able to feel the crack in his ribcage when he dared take a breath. he didn’t feel guilt until he no longer had anyone but himself to blame, and it was easy to pin the blame on them: with their bruised skin and split lips that were only found on the inside where no one dared to reach. seungjae had seen it — the violence of the men in the pressed suits, their thin lips curling into grotesque smiles. they owned him, they would say, and the young man had reached acceptance.

but no punch ever stole his breath away. it was only noeul that had that capability and maybe that should’ve been the first red flag for seungjae to look for. this was a new form for drowning no one could’ve prepared him for, and whether he believed in faith or not mattered little — the boy suspected even the stars could not have seen them coming. they were two meteors crashing, but somehow surviving it, and now they were spinning out of control. whatever came in their path would not stand a chance.

there was something revolutionary when their lips touched, and whilst the wounded boy strangled a wince he seemed to melt into the touch if only momentarily. this was feeling — he had only ever learned to recognize this and pain, two very different ends of the same spectrum, and yet maybe they were not so far apart at all.

there was always sweetness in noeul’s touch, but seungjae had the horrible feeling he was overstaying his welcome and the aftertaste would not be as sweet.

«i don’t know,» seungjae replies truthfully, for at this point the meaning behind it all had ceased to be of importance. he couldn’t remember his last mission, but he had been stumbling feet and slurred words and hazy mind, and something had gone wrong as it so often did. he wasn’t sure if he preferred this numbness and slight amnesia to the way his bones would break to fit theirs. they were turning the boy into something he was not and he would let them. «i don’t think it matters.»

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❛·° — hypericns‌:

               she couldn’t exactly help as the chuckle left her lips , but ( the often called cold hearted teacher ) found ilaria’s words amusing. purely for the TACTICAL way they had been give to her , obviously thought out and calculated.  ‘ you might not be the.. best actor around here , but you surely have  p e r f e c t e d  the art of manipulation. taking our school’s mission and twisting it for your own benefit… i must admit it’s admirable. ’  lyla finding herself becoming comfortable and SHAMEFULLY more interested. her legs crossing beneath the desk and her hands on top , the teacher then leaning back into the large , purple leather chair while not shying away from looking over the beautiful student.  ‘ however , what makes you so certain i’m curious of you? it’s incredibly bold of you to ASSUME such a thing. ’  even if it was true.

           𝕊𝕌ℝ𝔼𝕃𝕐 𝕋ℍ𝕀𝕊 𝕊𝕀𝕋𝕌𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ ℍ𝔸𝔻 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕐𝕆𝕌ℕ𝔾 girl overstepping some obvious boundaries, but she hardly thought she was the first, nor would be the last, to do such a thing where lyla was concerned. a chuckle left her at the older’s comments, knowing she was right and taking no offense to it — ilaria’s ability to lie without a single hitch to her tone was what had gotten her interested in this line of work to begin with. she took no shame in being who she was. «no one ever got anything they wanted by being timid,» she announced proudly, then proceeded to cross her arms in front of her chest, leaning into the doorframe. «but ..» she began, eyes wandering thoughtfully, «if you’re sure you don’t want to then .. i can’t make you ..»

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❛·° — hypericns‌:

                yeah , she had known what he meant regardless of how hard she tried to push that realization away from her thoughts. there had always been this… tension between them. it started with little GLANCES , maggie never seemingly able to keep her eyes from  g r a v i t a t i n g  towards trystan. then little touches on the arms and the occasional brush of hands ; enough to leave the area burning with tingles. everything leaving her with a sense of guilt towards for boyfriend , because what kind of girl was she to feel such things towards her boyfriend’s best friend?  ‘ please , don’t… ’  she HUSHED her voice with fear of being overheard , the way her breathing elevated already suspicious enough. the tension already  g r o w i n g  as they were left alone ; even if it was only a few minutes. 

          ℍ𝔼 𝕎𝔸𝕊 ℕ𝕆𝕋 𝔸 𝕄𝔸ℕ 𝔽𝕆ℝ 𝔾𝔸𝕄𝔼𝕊, so maybe he took this too seriously — but he was a man who usually got what he wanted and this was unknown waters. he looked at her and saw possibilities long lost, but there was a selfish pull in him that insisted he still had a chance, even if that would imply him going behind his best friend’s back ( had trystan ever been a good friend to begin with ? ). she deserved better, he knew, but logic had long been discarded of. «i’m not,» he reassured her to her silent comment, but there laid the hint of anger in his voice. he had held back, but there was little reason for him to be here — there was little reason for him to put himself through this and for what ? for their sake. maggie and her boyfriend. «i think i should leave,» trystan announced as he abruptly got up from his seat. this was not working.

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❛·° — scarletxaya‌:

the flight wasn’t that long and sakura did her best to keep her cool and accomodate to any needs that the passengers had. her mood was far more cheerful than usually solemnly because of aera and her chance to finally talk to her again. she had so many things to ask her and so many things to tell as wel, hopefully with no judging words coming from the other. 

the plane landed, the passengers disembarked and after she took her suitcase she was off to one of the cafeterias of the airport. the message that she exchanged with her old friend and sunbae was asking her to meet her there so as soon as she arrived and spotted her she rolled her baggage and finally stopped in front of the table. “finally!” she sat down looking at her with glee. “i don’t remember if i said it but i am really happy to see you again! i hope i am not stealing too much time off your schedule!”

          𝕊ℍ𝔼 𝕎𝔸𝕊 𝕎𝔼𝕃𝕃-𝔸ℂℂ𝕌𝕊𝕋𝕆𝕄𝔼𝔻 𝕋𝕆 𝔽𝕃𝕐𝕀ℕ𝔾, perhaps especially for being a witch, but never once had she encountered someone from the magical world in such a mundane setting. it had aera curious about sakura and the other girl’s life choices, and she was pleased when she got off of the plane and took her seat to wait for the younger. the coffee she had ordered calmed her nerves of being in a new place all alone, but the solitude didn’t last for long as sakura joined her, her usually so zealous mood reminding aera of simpler times. «oh, don’t worry about it. i have no plans today,» she reassured the younger with a smile. «i can’t believe it’s been so long and out of all the places we could’ve met we find each other here.»

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❛·° — scarletxaya‌:

nara was determined to get to the bottom of everything and find out who was the one who ordered the assassination of her precious boss. when he stepped aside, she pulled the man in the cleaning supplies room and searched for a rope. “don’t worry at all! i will take care of this matter and protect you!” she said in a cute pitched tone while opening the cabinets and finally finding that one rope. it seemed like it would do it’s work. she went back to the man and tied his arms and legs together quickly and tightly. 

“now to wake him up…” she took the bucket and filled it with water then emptied some of it on the man’s head. which of course caused him to open his eyes making weird sounds of discomfort while cursing. “please watch your mouth.” she said to him and the assassin immediately looked at the man he was supposed to kill. “what you are doing is illegal.” he said to him while trying to break free. “i love how an assassin can complain about what is illegal.” but before she could say anything else he complained. “what did you do to my arm? it’s dislocated!” nara shrugged innocently. “it probably happened when you hit the wall. you aren’t trained for this job, how about you rat out your boss and then change your occupation to something else that you can actually do?” she took a step closer to the mayor.

“if you want information, you have to pay me!”  his tone had that hint of audacity and amazing self confidence which nara had no clue where it was coming from seeing as he was at a very disadvantageous position. 

“i see. you won’t speak. then we have no other option but to hand you to the police right now. i wonder what your boss will do if he finds out you got arrested and failed at your mission…” but before she could say more the scared assassin cut her off. “i don’t want to talk to you bitch, i will only talk to the red lips dude.” nao squinted her eyes and took a few steps back realizing that most likely her presence was triggering him though she had non clue why he had to talk about sunghoon in that manner. she turned to face sunghoon with a soft smile. “are you okay with talking to him boss?”

          ℍ𝔼 ℍ𝔸𝔻 ℕ𝕆 𝕀𝔻𝔼𝔸 ℍ𝕆𝕎 𝕋𝕆 ℝ𝔼𝔸ℂ𝕋 to anything that was happening and he had always been a man who depended upon being prepared in whatever way he could be. there was no scenario he had met earlier in his life that told him how to handle this situation though, and none of it explained nara’s approach to it either — just an hour ago she had been an assistant sorting through his documents and now they were playing bad cop, good cop. nothing felt real.

but alas, it was, and sunghoon had to pull himself together to not seem as powerless as he felt. something was off about everything that was happening, the scenario unfolding whilst the mayor stayed a spectator, and stepping in felt surreal — as if he was filling the shoes of someone else. things like these, he had tried to reassure himself, didn’t happen in real life, and surely not to people who only meant well ( even if that sometimes didn’t mean doing what was always well ). he was aware he was flawed like any human, and he was aware his impact as a mayor needed him to tread cautiously. this situation was something he hadn’t been trained for, and seeing nara react the way she did had him baffled, and somewhat worried. 

no, he wasn’t okay with anything that was happening, but that didn’t make it less real or less of an imminent threat. nara was clearly not going to do this the way sunghoon wanted, but he was in no position to argue with her now — his head was not in the right place for it. «i —» he began as he looked from his assistant to the apparent assassin, eyes wide and trying to seek understanding. this, he had already decided, was one of the most difficult times of his life, and he had met plenty of those. «what, uh ..» sunghoon fumbled for words miserably, unsure of how to phrase himself. «why .. who sent you ?» he settled for at last.

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❛·° — mvgicshp‌:

          OLIVER  WAS  BUZZING  WITH  EXCITEMENT  after finishing their last set of songs before heading over to the bar to get himself something to drink. on his way there ( between sharing a few words with some of the people from the audience ) he managed to catch the gaze of a girl a few feet away, and oliver quickly averted his because one, she was way out of his league with her pretty outfit and the bright light that seemed to radiate from her and two, oliver usually mistook people looking as them being interested instead of simply letting their eyes wander. it had caused a few troubling situations for him in the past ( he didn’t know she had a boyfriend, who in turn turned out to be someone that he had been hitting on a few nights before, he promised ). after sitting down at the bar and getting a beer poured for him oliver intended to just enjoy the rest of his night. his beer was nearly empty and he was ready to order another one when a sweet melodic voice interrupted his train of thought. oliver turned his head and was surprised to see the girl he’d seen before sit down next to him.

“oh, thank you sweet lady.” oliver accepted the glass with a wide smile while silently wondering if the girl had picked the wrong band member. he was a similar height to jin ( with lifts, and no, he didn’t need anyone’s judgement thank you very much ), but jin had that brooding quality that made girls want to interact with him. “you smell like flowers and look like a mermaid,” he blurted out, and could practically hear the verbal abuse he would have to endure from his members when they got back. mina would probably laugh at him, which yes, for that comment he certainly deserved it. but oliver had also always prided himself on his honesty ( some people called it stupidity but that was another matter entirely ). instead of letting the members future treatment get in the way of the fact that a girl was talking to him, he stuck his hand out. “i’m oliver. ollie, if you wanna call me that, i guess.”

          𝕊ℍ𝔼 ℍ𝔸𝔻 𝕃𝕆𝕊𝕋 ℍ𝔼ℝ 𝔽ℝ𝕀𝔼ℕ𝔻𝕊 𝔸 while ago in the mess of the bar and maybe that was where summer’s courage came from. she was no stranger to being on her own in crowded places and didn’t particularly mind either — it was uncommon for the girl to feel uncomfortable anywhere. but this scene was unlike anything the ballerina was used to and it took some getting used to: the dim lights, the low bass of the speakers, the hum of excited chatter and the clink of glasses. it was intriguing for the girl, like uncharted territory she had not been allowed to enter until now. still unsure of where to place her feet, she had figured she could always hit up a chat with any of the musicians, and it was this drummer that had caught her eyes for reasons she couldn’t quite explain. whether she would regret that or not remained to be seen.

the boy’s words of choice were fascinating, but summer could only give him a puzzled smile. it was refreshing to talk to someone like him, and she picked up on his accent almost immediately — he was not from here. that alone explained a lot. summer had long lost her interest in london-boys and their air-headed ways and entitled attitudes. «oh, really ?» she couldn’t help but chuckle at that — she had received a handful of compliments through the years, but nothing had even come close to this boy’s comment. it momentarily threw her off, made her unsure of what to reply with: it wasn’t often summer washington was rendered speechless, but somehow this very unlikely young man had managed to do just that. it had her intrigued. «ollie,» she repeated, the name quickly dancing out of her mouth with that thick london accent of hers. «i’m summer.» a brief pause. «where are you guys from ?»

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❛·° — mvgicshp‌:

WENDELA BLINKED, AND WHEN SHE OPENED HER EYES she was already inside the apartment. kangmin’s gaze was soft, unlike the harsh and careless attitude he had acquired through the years. with a sigh she fell against him, getting the comfort she somehow had come to link to him. only kangmin. he smelled like safety and he felt like home more than her dorm ever could. “i don’t know what’s wrong,” she mumbled against his chest, clinging to the material of his shirt with prettily decorated nails. their latest photoshoot had been all pastels and cotton candy and sweet enough that wendela almost choked on it. “i don’t know what … what happened. just had to get away.”

          ℍ𝔼 ℕ𝔼𝕍𝔼ℝ 𝕊𝕋𝕆ℙℙ𝔼𝔻 𝕋𝕆 𝕋ℝ𝕐 𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝕌ℕ𝔻𝔼ℝ𝕊𝕋𝔸ℕ𝔻 her struggle. kangmin knew he’d never know her kind of breaking nor did he want to — some paths were meant to be walked alone, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t lend a helping hand. time had made him care about the younger girl, and him seeking her out obviously meant something: it was a something he didn’t dare delve into. «come here,» he cooed as he pulled her in, seating her in the couch, arms still protectively around her narrow frame. «you’re safe now.» and she was, whether she believed it or not. kangmin saw little in himself, but he saw the world in her and it was enough to keep him going.

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❛·° — mvgicshp‌:

IT WAS WITH OBVIOUS EMBARRASSMENT that hoseok shook his head, looking out the window so that he wouldn’t have to face troye on the opposite side of the couch. “i always talk too much,” he said softly, replaying all the times he’d been reprimanded in the past. “it’s nothing important, you know ? it’s just a memory …” his mother’s warm smile flashed by and he let out a small sigh, that long since lost every bit of emotion and settled on acceptance. the situation was what it was, it only hurt to go over every little memory like it would change anything.

he sighed, again ( sometimes it felt like that was all he ever did unless he was asked to smile ), and wondered why he couldn’t ever be satisfied. all day he had lied in bed, either still shivering from charles’ touches or waiting in his lingerie for him to come back. he had wished he didn’t have to be alone. the staff were okay, but they preferred to keep to themselves ( and who would willingly spend time with him without collecting the reward he presented ) so for the most part hoseok was alone. and now, now that he wasn’t and now that troye was here hw wondered if it hadn’t been easier if he’d spent the rest of the weekend on his own. 

troye’s tentative words made him look over, immediately regretting it because he never knew how to react with him around. he was used to the snapped words and burning glares. not things like this. “it’s not foolish to have hope,” he whispered. “i hope for a lot of things …” the words were cut off with a small laugh. his mother’s smile flashed before his eyes again, before fading into the background. “but maybe i am just a fool as well.”

          ℍ𝔼 ℂ𝕆𝕌𝕃𝔻ℕ'𝕋 ℝ𝔼𝕋ℝ𝔸ℂ𝔼 𝔼𝕍𝔼ℝ𝕐 𝕊𝕋𝔼ℙ 𝕋ℍ𝔸𝕋 had led him to this very unpredictable moment alone with hoseok. there was nothing in his life that could’ve prepared him for this young man dressed in revealing, silky robes, strutting around in his childhood home — and only for his father. troye would’ve felt sick if it wasn’t for the fact that it was hoseok: and the boy was beautiful, he could admit to that even if it was all there was to him ( all he was willing to admit, anyway ). what he did with a man like charles was beyond him.

«funny because i rarely ever hear you talk when charles is around,» he noted, and his tone remained civil rather than unkind. it was an observation more than anything else, and it only spoke volumes about his father as a person. he felt bad for hoseok — he felt bad because troye knew exactly what his dad was capable of. he didn’t know what the younger boy was going through, but he could imagine the emotional toll. the son had never been easy to break, resilient and hard-skinned as he was, but charles had come close several times. some things could never be forgiven.

«maybe we both are,» he mumbled, something tired and bitter in his voice, as if he felt defeated — and maybe he did, even when he didn’t want to admit to it. troye had never dared to soften his edges like this around hoseok, but today felt different: and besides, there were only the two of them. «you spend your days like this often ?»

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❛·° — mvgicshp:

closed starter | ❛·° — @vrsonist

“I’M JUST SAYING, I DON’T THINK WE SHOULD switch out the chord progression just because it ‘feels sad’.” there was a hint of frustration in jin’s voice as he was sitting with ace, their new bassist ( and apparently fixed member ever since He decided to stay back in seoul with nothing more than a five minute heads up ), in one of the studios going over a few of the songs that ace hadn’t been a part of. “it’s supposed to ‘feel sad’, it’s a sad song. have – have you even been listening this whole time ?” and there was the familiar ache blooming around his temples, something only his members managed to produce. must mean ace was finally a part of the group. jinyoung didn’t know if he was okay with it or not. 

his fingers tapped against the desk as the seconds ticked by, awkwardness spreading through the air ( through jinyoung ) as he tried to think of something to say. something that wouldn’t come off as ‘rude and insensitive’ ( daehyun’s words, not his ) and instead more collaborative and including. “just … try and play the song the way we wrote it okay ? just once at least. you’ll see what i’m talking about.” sometimes jin wished he was more laid back like dae, or outright dumb like oliver. because then maybe it wouldn’t be so hard for him to let go and find some common ground. or accept the common ground they already shared ( music, the fact that they’re in the same group, the list goes on ) and just go with it. but jinyoung had always been the one to be stuck in his head, focusing on the logical and analytical parts of interaction and relationships before anything else. something that hindered him more often than not.

          ℕ𝕆𝕋ℍ𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝔼𝕍𝔼ℝ 𝕊𝕋𝕌ℂ𝕂 𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝔸ℂ𝔼 had gotten used to the idea of being a temporary solution. it wasn’t all bad of course — he had been in a few bands, collected his paycheck, been a part of every major event. but most discussions went over his head, knowing that eventually groups would dissolve and him chasing his dreams was never enough to make anyone stay. he was a musician before he was his own person, or at least so it felt to him, hopelessly wishing on falling stars. he had dared to let his expectations be high when he had gotten word of a new band in town in need of a bassist, and after having heard their demos ace had been more than sold. that didn’t mean he didn’t believe there wasn’t room for improvement, and this time he wanted to be an active part — be involved, be a part of the band, even if it meant arguments like this.

«and i’m just saying you’re not listening to me,» he tried again, remaining his normal calm self. no one would’ve guessed by just a glance the passion ace had for what he did, but he didn’t need anyone to know, really. it was enough for him to be aware of it himself. «the bass line isn’t moving around enough. this chord progression is .. well, it’s predictable. that’s really the sad part about it,» he pointed out, not unkindly, and balanced the bass on his knee where he sat. «there are a million british bands doing that exact same thing. i just don’t think we’ll stick out in the music scene.» he was nothing if not lenient though, and he shrugged as if it didn’t matter, though it did. «i know what your song sounds like. and i’ll be happy to play through it once. i .. i just want this to work out, y’know ? i don’t think this is the kind of song you wanna release as your first single.»

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          𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝔼𝕊 𝔽𝕆𝕃𝕃𝕆𝕎𝔼𝔻 ℍ𝔼ℝ 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔼ℕ𝕋𝕀ℝ𝔼 night: she was a clad of pastel in a sea of black, and her straight posture and proper attire made her presence questionable. that did not stop summer from holding her head high and proud as she sat on an uncomfortable bar stool surrounded by her drunk friends, all insisting that the ballerina would have an amazing time — and so far, she was not hating it.

she sat quietly watching the bands perform, one in particular catching her attention — a band of tall boys, all of them drifting away as they played, and she caught the gaze of one of them for only a brief moment: yet it was enough for her to work up the courage to walk over to that drummer the moment the boys were done and seated by the bar. «great show,» she greeted, sliding down on the empty stool next to him, giving the bartender a nod. a few seconds later, he had placed a glass in front of her, and summer slid it over to the musician. «that’s water, by the way. never hurts to stay hydrated after a night on stage, huh ?» she offered half a smile, extending a hand. «i’m summer.»

closed starter ⤷ @mvgicshp​.

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❛·° — dlwlrmcs:

           barely past the threshold and she froze. the tips of her hair leaving wet stains on her gray pajamas as she had yet to DRY her hair from the long shower she had taken to waste some time before bed ( and equally relieve the tension that had grown between them ). hyori ran the brush through her hair once more before a year old sigh finally relieved itself from her aching lungs , the woman sitting down a few feet away for the conversation  e v e r y o n e   had warned her was coming.  ‘ what isn’t working , haeil? say it… ’  speaking aloud setting off the nuclear BOMB in her stomach , a wave of pain for her failing marriage making her feel nauseous. 

           ℍ𝔼 𝕎𝔸𝕊ℕ'𝕋 𝕊𝕌ℝ𝔼 𝕀𝔽 ℍ𝔼 𝕎𝔸𝕊 𝕊𝕌ℙℙ𝕆𝕊𝔼𝔻 to feel relieved or devastated that he had finally managed to bring the subject up. there was no turning back now and maybe this was the push they needed to come to terms with everything that wasn’t working. what had brought haeil unbelievable amount of joy a few years ago was dissolving right in front of his eyes. «this whole thing. us ..» it was harder than he had expected, and for a few seconds he found he couldn’t meet her eyes. «i don’t want to pretend as if we’re fine when we’re not. we’re not, hyori. i don’t .. i don’t make you happy anymore. i don’t know how to change that.» his so usual snide and dismissive tone was momentarily replaced with this: vulnerability. truth.

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❛·° — dlwlrmcs:

              lyla couldn’t bring herself to look up at the student sat across from her , the music professor’s gaze instead on her hands and mind focused on the soft tapping of her foot beneath the mahogany desk. a soft TICKING of the clock filling the silence between ms. ilaria’s offer and lyla’s long silence. funnily enough , friends and family had teased her about this exact situation. you are so young and pretty. all the students will fall for you. bet they didn’t expect for the talented pianist to actually CONSIDER such an insane , incredibly risky offer that could ruin everything she had built for herself. the answer was no–– well , the answer should’ve been.  ‘ just why do you want to have dinner with me , ms. ilaria? ’

          𝕊ℍ𝔼'𝔻 𝔹𝔼 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕃𝔸𝕊𝕋 𝕊𝕋𝕌𝔻𝔼ℕ𝕋 𝔸𝕋 the university to conform to any norms and she had always made that painfully clear. she was a failed acting prodigy, given up on before she had ever gotten a fair chance, and now she was stuck at a school that didn’t want her. lyla was the most exciting thing that had happened to her since. «because,» she insisted, refusing to give up on this, «don’t you think you owe it to yourself to chase something you’re curious about ? you know, this school is all about chasing dreams and taking risks, but i don’t think anyone actually believes in it ..» she chose her words carefully, but found some truth in them after all. she’d be a fool to let an opportunity like this slip without even having given it a chance.

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❛·° — dlwlrmcs:

              a mistake? maggie unsure why that word had her feeling so bothersome ; it making her shift in her seat , eyes glancing towards trystan before fully turning towards him.  ‘ –– because we’re all close and.. we wanted you here? ’ she said , not CONFIDENT in her explanation once seeing the tenseness in his shoulders and hands clenched. her own playing  n e r v o u s l y  in her lap giving quite a contrast between them.  ‘ why is this a mistake , trystan? ’  and why did you wait for my boyfriend  ( your best friend ) to leave? so many questions running RAMPANT through her mind at his sudden , passive aggressive outburst.

          ℍ𝕆𝕎 𝕆𝔹𝕃𝕀𝕍𝕀𝕆𝕌𝕊 ℂ𝕆𝕌𝕃𝔻 𝔸 ℙ𝔼ℝ𝕊𝕆ℕ be ? trystan felt as if he had been staring daggers through maggie since she had entered his life, and he had tried to ignore the growing tension between them whenever they were left alone in a room. he was in no position to think she’d ever reciprocate the feelings, but surely she had felt it too — there was an undeniable chemistry there she didn’t share with trystan’s best friend ( her boyfriend, after all ) and it was driving the man insane. «come on, maggie,» low, husky voice beckoned as he looked up from his fiddling hands to the girl, «you know what i mean.»