𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒅.

though i’ve had this blog for years ( since 2016 ! ) and i have very lovely muses and threads here, i think it’s time for me to close it down and merge it with my main and original blog. i imagine it will make it easier for me to balance the use of all my muses. i will not link my main blog ( though it is easy to find on this one if you look ). if you want to follow my main, feel free to do so. you can also ask if you have trouble finding it. all threads are being moved !!

saeyoung didn’t realize he was holding his breath until it finally fell from his lungs, a small wave of relief coming over him as emma affirmed that she did want to be by his side. he would have never hated her or shamed her for choosing to stay with her parents and their money — it was the smart thing to do. he should have been pushing her to stay on the safe route. but, he was selfish and he knew that she would have never been truly happy if she wondered about what her life would have been like if only she’d taken that leap. “we go anywhere, baby,” he said, a bright smile on his lips. “you want to go to italy, we’ll go there. you want to be some sort of russian model, we can go there too. what are your dreams? you don’t have to worry about what’s practically or what people will think of you. we’re going to make your dreams come true. you’re going to be happy. you won’t be happy all the time, but i know, in the end, you’ll be happier than if you were chained to some fuckwad from the country club,” he said, a small laugh escaping him.

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geun could feel his jaw clench as he allowed jay to push him. it was hard for him to grasp the idea that jay was fine with the idea of never living a normal life. change was a good thing, but constant change was something that could make anyone lose their sanity. “i don’t want to take away your happiness, but you’re not the one who has to live on after watching me die,” he countered, pain finally being translated through his eyes. he looked away, unable to face the problems that stood before him in the form of the other. “don’t you understand that i want the best for you? normal is good. a relationship with me if far from normal. turning you… turning you would damn you forever. then you would also be forced to watch everyone you come to love die,” he said, voice growing quiet. it was the reason why geun had come to be so alone — he knew the pain would be something he couldn’t continuously handle.

he had felt the other’s eyes on him when he exited the shower, pretending he wasn’t aware. but, it fueled his confidence more than it needed to be. he was genuinely surprised, however, that ryan had seen midsommar and let alone enjoyed it. a toothy grin came to his lips as he searched for the movie and put it on. “oh, it definitely is. i mean, there’s revenge in it — the boyfriend definitely got what he deserved. it’s a perfect movie in my eyes. we all deserve a midsommar moment — as long as i’m not the one burning,” he teased, putting his attention back on ryan as he nuzzled into the other. he reveled in their closeness and warmth. he wanted to completely wrap himself around the other, to consume him in such a way that it was hard to decipher where he began and the other ended. “you know, if you ever have issues with your roommate, you can come into my room any time you want. i like you. i know you won’t mess with my shit.”

matthew felt some relief to know that seonmi didn’t find the suggestion to be strange, quickly shaking his head as she offered to sleep on the couch. “no, no — the bed together is just fine. i just wanted to ensure that you would be comfortable. and, even if either of us weren’t, i would be the one to insist on sleeping on the couch,” he said, a reassuring smile on his lips. “please, go ahead and get comfortable,” he encouraged before slipping into the bed himself. he’d already showered and gotten dressed for bed, not having realized their situation until after.

seokmoon knew how desperate he was, how sad it must have been to see someone begging someone else to stay in their life like this. but, he truly saw no one else in his life staying for as long as hoseok had. he knew no one would come and be a permanent fixture. they would come and go — seokmoon had never proved himself to be anyone to keep around for very long. even now, hoseok was trying to get rid of him. he allowed his hand to let go of the other, nodding as he wet his lips. “thank you. honestly, thank you,” he said, voice soft and delicate as if it would break. “i don’t think you truly understand how much i need you. without you, i would fail to see why i should stay around when no one else wants me to. i’m not trying to guilt trip you, i’m just stating the truth.”

finnick’s nails felt like electricity against beom’s skin, a shaking breath escaping him the moment the other’s hand met his throat. he leaned into the touch as if daring finnick to close harder. a small sound escaped beomsoo, hands travelling up from the other’s hips and sides. “i’m really not — i’m just good at pretending that i am. you see, i’m a big liar. but, i think you already know that,” he teased in a breathy whisper, hands meeting their hair before pulling on the strands. “i don’t want to be teased anymore. i want to feel you riding me while i look up at you. i want to hear you whine,” he boldly stated.

bin didn’t fully believe that their parents would agree to allowing harley to stay with bin, but bin still wanted to try. plus, they’d never asked for such a thing — or anything, really — so they could allow it as a sort of experiment through observation. at least, that was bin trying to think as they did. bin jaw clenched, glancing down and shaking their head. “i would never let them hurt you,” they said, voice soft yet resolute. bin wasn’t sure how they would stop their parents, but they were sure that they would be able to do something if it came down to it. “what is so wrong with living together?” they asked, brows furrowing as they looked up again. “is this not what people do when they love each other?” in bin’s twisted mind, to live together — under lock and key or otherwise — was a sign of love. people moved in with each other all the time. how was this any different?

maddox was relieved that the other didn’t mind the idea of him being overly clingy. he’d never seen the issue with people showing how much they needed someone. he wasn’t the type to dictate who his partners spent time with — he just wanted to be with them as much as possible and be physically in contact. “you definitely don’t deserve to be under-appreciated. you’re amazing and beautiful. you should be worshipped, honestly,” he said, preening at the idea of pretending they were actually together. he felt goosebumps run along his skin as she spoke into his ear, hands gripping onto her hips. “we can definitely do that. but, how can i relax when i’m in love with you?” he whispered back, playing along with their new game. he pulled back slightly only to press his lips against hers. if they were going to pretend to be in love, he was going to ensure it felt like it.