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You are so gifted. A talent for sure. I am thankful to be someone you write with. Whether it be here, or on your Yeol account, I will always be in awe of the words and stories you weave.

( This is extremely sweet and I’m just always out of words on how to reply!!! Thank you! <3 __ <3 )

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throughthedcrk:

he shouldn’t have said such a thing. blue didn’t like being instigated and well … it just wasn’t a good idea to encourage such behavior. because in another split second he has taehyung pinned against a wall. hand around his throat as he gradually tightens it to cut his airway. “you know how to use some detergent - there’s a machine that can do the rest.” he whispers to him, pressing his hand tighter against his throat, “– and i don’t eat your food.” 

this is not how the young witch thought living with a vampire would go like. first of all, the room aesthetic never became the true gothic he hoped. second, there’s hands around his throat and morning breathe against his exfoliated face. “i get that,” he says in between breathes, his fingers moving to tap the other’s wrist. “do we have to do this every morning?” 

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do you ever read threads on this place and cant even understand what the first two sentences say with all the jargon being used 

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* sorry i haven’t been able to answer replies! i’ll try responding to everything tomorrow. 

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ツ

 “ツ” for an EXCITED text. 

[ text : sunmi ] bih got the train tickets !!!!!!!!!!!!

[ text: sunmi ] daegu trip 2017 what up i cant wait to get smashed 

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unrequited love starters

Send one to see how my muse reacts.

IN LOVE

“I love you. I’m sorry.”

“I know you don’t feel the same way.”

“I don’t want to be friends.”

“Why can’t you just give me a chance?!”

“How could you pick him/her/them over me?”

“Don’t you get it? It’s because I love you!”

“Just one date. Coffee? Please?”

“Can we please pretend I never said that?”

“Friendzoned again.”

“I want you to be happy, with or without me.”

“You should’ve loved me when you had the chance.”

“I’m a nice person! Why can’t I get dates?”

“I don’t want to be just friends with benefits anymore.”

“Fuck you for toying with my emotions like that.”

“I was there for you when no one else was!”

“Please don’t tell anyone about this.”

“Alright – I can tell a ‘no’ when I hear it.”

“I’m sorry I acted so creepy.”

“Can’t we just give us another chance?”

“I love you. I know you don’t love me, so don’t say it back.”

“You don’t have to say anything, if you don’t want. I just thought you should know.”

“I don’t love him/her/them. I love you.”

“God, please don’t tell my wife/husband/spouse about this.”

“Can I have just one kiss?”

“Fuck. It’s like what they say – nice guys finish last…”

“I knew that’d be your answer. That’s why I never told you before.”

“I’m tired of keeping this secret. Even if you don’t love me back.”

“When I said I loved you, I meant it.”

“Is there any part of you, deep down, that might love me back?”

NOT

“I’m sorry, I just don’t see you that way.”

“I don’t owe you anything!”

“We can be friends instead.”

“I don’t feel as strongly for you as you do for me.”

“If you bring up the friendzone, this conversation is over.”

“I love you, just not in that way.”

“Thanks so much for understanding.”

“You’ll find somebody else.”

“I hope we’ll still be friends after this.”

“No means no, so stop asking!”

“I thought you were my friend.”

“This isn’t a debate. I said no.”

“I don’t think we’d be compatible.”

“Look at this realistically – can you honestly see any scenario where we’d date and not kill each other?”

“You’re only saying that because you’re freaking out.”

“I have a boyfriend/girlfriend/partner.”

“What?!”

“What are you talking about? You’re married!”

“You’re in a relationship with another person – you know this can’t end well.”

“You’re more like a sibling, to be honest.”

“I’m flattered, I just don’t…”

“Wow. I mean – wow. Sorry, I’m just – just really shocked, is all.”

“You were the one that left all those notes for me?”

“We agreed this was just physical!”

“There’s a reason we didn’t work out the first time.”

“I’m sorry, but… no.”

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scrcndipty:

      JUST LIKE THE other male, he got dragged in tutoring. but moon being moon, was always too kind and helpful when it comes to others. so, he found himself face to face with this kid named taehyung. a smile slowly etched on his lips when he introduced himself. now, moon wasn’t one who usually made friends, so introducing himself to someone was new to him.  

“  i’m moon. and sure !!  ”  he snapped, clasped both hands together.  “  maybe we could proceed to the library since it’s more quiet there ??  ”

taehyung had never met the other young man, but as they walked to the library, the witch couldn’t help but feel like an ass for the terrible first impression he’s done. should he apologize? restart? 

they make it to the library, pick the first empty table they see, and taehyung practically melts into the chair as he slumps. “thanks for doing this,” he says sincerely. “i know you probably have better things to do than tutor me. that’s really nice of you considering i’m a complete stranger.” he reaches into his bag, taking out his notebook and two pens, placing them before him. “i haven’t been paying attention, or coming to class at all for that matter, so i’m just not grasping the content.” 

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if anyone wants to do a baby driver!au just hit me up fam

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a Boyfriend™

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whitepetxls:

「✧ °•.。┊ this was true. she had indeed hooked him up with some rando who had a foot fetish. HOWEVER, she wasn’t aware that they had such an odd kink.  ‘ don’t knock it ‘til you try it ? ’ even she WASN’T confident with what she just said. she rolled her eyes, KNOWING damn well that she had to try harder.  ‘ but hey, this time YOU get to be involved with the picking ! ’ she smiled brightly. just hoping that her oh-so-sweet smile would help.  ‘ plus, you can really find a good catch on that app. ’

he wasn’t convinced, but if he was honest, his love life was as dry as the sahara. a dating app couldn’t be harmful right? taehyung sits beside the girl, peering over her phone to see what she had done. “have you found anyone?” he asks out of curiosity. he’s heard of friends hooking up with the dating app, random one-night stands that can be good for stress. “wait - what if that hot guy from my psychology class is in here? damn. let’s try finding him.”

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whctswrvng:

“I’ve never actually gone alone, I don’t know. I’ve read enough books about grave robbers and demons. Maybe it’s superstition but I don’t want to fuck with those.” She shrugged. “I’d probably go with somebody if I went. Do you often visit them?”

“uh.” would it be strange to say yes? “sometimes.” yes, it would be strange. “i have a big family, and my grandmother is superstitious, so we visit often to leave flowers and food.” and he’s a witch, but he omits that part. “we can go if you want, it can be fun!” 

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sunmiv:

Jumbled thoughts collided themselves over and over again once the words left the younger’s lips, growing of questions and confusion arose before her very eyes. Some topics didn’t seem right at that very moment while a few spectators passed by their table gazing at the objects that were being placed at the bench. A hand rejected the nothingness that she originally asked for, the needles didn’t exactly seem worth it anymore. A small shake of her head commenced before handing the doll to the other, tone staying baffled and apprehensive. Brows furrowing warily before both delicate hands sat themselves onto her lap.

“Even so, wouldn’t the cycle just keep spinning considering hurting another will turn itself back onto me? There will always be an inbalance. That’s literally how karma works. I don’t even know why we’re huddled in a cafe either considering others can see us. Isn’t there a place you do spells and such? Away from this mess? What would happen if a heap of people found out about you… I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.”

taehyung smiles at her, and feels warmed by her worry for him. he shakes his head though, because there is little for her to actually fret over. “i think you’re overestimating it. if you don’t want to do it, it’s okay,” he reassures her. “people here probably don’t think of voodoo when they see us, so it’s okay. maybe that we’re weird, but, aside from that. “

“plus, your ex just walked in.” and he says it in the same casual tone he’s talking in, grabbing the voodoo doll. “and i know the needles look menacing, but there are actually a lot of harmless things you can do.” 

from where he’s sitting taehyung can see the man smiling at the barista who hands him his drink. the young witch presses the needle against the center of the doll’s palm and almost immediately, the man’s hand closes around his drink tightly, and the liquid bursts from the lid, landing all over his shirt and face. 

the barista looks surprised, before her entire face becomes red, laughter clearly written all over her face at the sight of whip cream and coffee. a few patrons actually laugh before the barista is reaching to help with napkins. taehyung is one of the laughing patrons, hiding his smile behind a hand. “see? as harmless as whipped cream in his face.” 

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after much fiddling and wondering, i made a discord ! add me on  go.odwitch#4425 

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jamaixvu:

               yutae knew where he was: half-collapsed on the bathroom floor. however it felt as if he was underwater. everything sounded far off. his limbs felt too heavy to move. he was caught somewhere between floating and drowning. yet he was still able to register that it was taehyung’s voice. yutae couldn’t open his eyes. heavy. too heavy. but he still called out the other’s name in a whisper, “taehyung…” 

               taehyung gave yutae flowers. yutae gave taehyung poetry. it was beautiful. they were growing closer as they shared their passions with each other. but as of late, there had been storms between them. almost invisible and quiet. yutae tried to act normally, but he never had a good answer for why he’d stare off into the distance ( –exercising extreme effort to remain calm while his mind hurtled him through another flashback – ). his studies and investigative work kept him out at odd hours, but not to the extent of these past few weeks where it happened daily ( –as he met with the blackmailers for ‘another recording’, forced onto his knees, forced onto the ground, forced onto his front– ). yutae wanted nothing more than to curl up against taehyung. maybe even let himself break down. but he couldn’t risk doing anything other than pretending things were fine. he didn’t want taehyung to know how…how dirty he had become. 

               when yutae felt the boxcutter about to be taken from him, he jolted awake in a panic. despair was ugly. and right now, yutae was ugly. pleading, begging, sobbing, screaming for taehyung to not take the blade away from him. but once he saw that taehyung had gotten hurt, yutae let go. he withdrew his shaking hands. held himself. dug his nails into open lacerations on his arms to make them bigger. as if he needed to punish himself for hurting the one person he loved.

               darkness bit at the edges of his vision. yutae knew the signs of his type of disassociation well enough to know when it was about to hit. “tae–” he choked out. yutae shook his head when taehyung shouted at him to open his eyes. “please…let me sleep…” somehow even leaning against the bathtub took energy out of him. so instead he fell forward, right into taehyung’s chest, his forehead on the other male’s shoulder. “…please tell me you didn’t watch the videos.” one bloody hand clutched at the front of taehyung’s shirt. red seeped into the fabric as his trembling fingers curled. after one ghost of a sob, the whole dam of tears broke through. his body shook with each convulsing hard sob. “–dirty–” he was crying so hard that he was close to dry heaving. “i’mdirty–i’msorryi’msorry–”

taehyung should have known. the late nights spent by himself, the half-ass excuses that never added up, the bruises on yutae’s body that were never there a day before - the young man was wilting away from taehyung, and he did nothing about it. he had thought he could just trust (and he did, he trusted yutae with his entire heart), trust that yutae knew what he was doing, trusted that the excuses were real. gave him the benefit of the doubt.

(this is his fault.)

“i -,” he tries, but he can’t seem to get any words out. his hands are trembling, his entire body is shaking. he’s no longer just angry - he’s afraid. he’s terrified. there’s so much blood and taehyung doesn’t know how to fix this. “please, stop that - stop.” his voice is breaking, pitched.

yutae lays his head over his shoulder and taehyung is weak, a soft sob escaping his lips as his hand move down from the man’s face to his neck, before his arms are wrapping around his shoulders. “oh, my love,” it hurts, it hurts so much. it hurts to see yutae like this. the reality of the situation sinks in and taehyung can’t stop the ache that spreads from his chest. “i’m so sorry - i promise i’ll fix it. i promise, i’ll take care of it.” 

(he’s going to kill them.)

his hand slides to yutae’s hair, and calm energy begins to radiate from him. this is something he used to - back when they were both new to each other, when taehyung didn’t fully understand the demons in yutae’s mind. they’d lay in bed, yutae lulled to sleep by taehyung’s soft words, laced with magic to give the man a small break from the evils of the world. taehyung remembers how afraid he had been, telling yutae that perhaps magic was real, that perhaps there was magic inside him. that the flowers he brought home talked to taehyung, and often about yutae. mostly about yutae. 

(they always spoke about yutae.)

taehyung is shushing yutae, he’s trying to get this in control. he’s being so unfair, trying to put the man in his arms drunk and pliant with magic, but taehyung doesn’t know - doesn’t know what else to do. “please, calm down, please. it’s okay - it’s going to be okay.”

“breathe, please, come on breathe,” he whispers softly, gently pushing yutae away to lean him against the wall. “breathe, baby. please.” he kisses his forehead, his nose, his hand coming up to thumb at the fallen tears. yutae looks so broken, and taehyung’s heart clenches inside his chest. he’s still crying himself, and his legs shake when he stands up, but it doesn’t stop him from reaching for a towel above their sink, soaking the white material in warm water. he comes back to yutae quickly, gently cleaning up the blood, his tears dripping from his tears. “i’m so sorry, i’m so sorry,” he can’t stop apologizing, words tumbling one over another. “i’m so sorry - i shouldn’t have opened them - i should have come home sooner.”

even with yutae in a haze, taehyung can’t fucking calm down. he’s shaking, his tears blurring his vision and the hurt making his body pulse. “fuck, fuck.” what does he do? the faucet in the bathtub bursts before it begins to run warm water, pots and plates of salts resting over the edge shaking and trying to spill over the water. he needs to take care of yutae first. he needs to help him. 

it feels like hours have passed before taehyung finally overcomes the initial shock. yutae is laying over their bed, his arm spread over taehyung’s lap as the witch wraps the lacerations away with bandages. the magic is starting to come off, the effects residing as taehyung grows tired, weary. the moon is full tonight. 

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“fucking try me,” taehyung deadpans, looking tired and bored. his hair is sticking up over all directions, his clothes wrinkled and half untucked inside his pajama pants. the typical saturday look for the young witch. “get up, you said you’d help me get off blood from my laundry. and i made breakfast.” 

open starter m / f / nb

             sleeping peacefully, he suddenly feels a burning sensation on his face. a loud growl flows from the back of his throat as he flashes from his previous position in bed to standing in the corner. where light wasn’t shining. “i should fucking kill you,” he says through his teeth. new zeleand accent thick and hoarse from just awakening. dark eyes are staring at the figure with nothign less than irritation and anger. 

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Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “??” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

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reiinstated:

           minjae  manages  to  find  himself  in  strange  situations  frequently  &  more  often  than  not  ,  they  land  him  in  hot  water  .  when  he  woke  up  this  morning  ,  he  hadn’t  expected  to  be  trapped  by  a  giant  plant  .

           his  shouts  fill  the  air  as  it’s  vines  wrap  around  his  limbs.  he  doesn’t even  realise  someone  else  has  joined  him  in  the  garden  until  he’s  finally  f r e e d  .  fear  is  evident  on  his features  as  he  rubs  the  skin  on  his  wrist  that  the  plant  had  wrapped  around  .

           staring  at  the  angry  looking  newcomer  ,  minjae  has  to  take  a  minute  before  actually  being  able  to  speak  .  “  wh  —  what  the  hell  was  that  thing  ?!  ”

taehyung feels a little bad for the plant. they’re blind ! they can’t see anything, and they’re hungry and don’t know better - but a human is a human, and taehyung doesn’t want the police up their case. he places the bucket he was carrying beside himself, getting on his knees. 

“we are so, so sorry,” taehyung says, quickly checking over the guy for any signs of injuries. “are you okay? are you hurt? sorry! i forgot to feed it and they get antsy!” 

taehyung frowns, looking a little worried. “please don’t sue us. we’re the only place in seoul who can take plants of this kind. they’re seriously so nice!” as if to prove his point, taehyung reaches into the bucket, taking out a fish wrapped in brown paper and throws it in direction of the plant. little stems come forward and wrap around the meal before pulling it forward. once it’s eaten, it releases a little tune into the air, clearly happy. had he eaten the young man, it would have sounded like an badly tuned violin.