#msutaeyeon

getting distracted with @msutaeyeon / dec 1.

this thing with taeyeon? an unexpected, but welcome distraction. honestly, at this point, nate will take anything that can distract him from his, uh... feelings, he supposes. but, he’s glad it’s with taeyeon, someone he’s already close with, and not to mention, already comfortable with. it’s easy to get lost in her, the feeling of her body against his and their lips sliding against each other. it’s easy, simple, and most importantly, uncomplicated.

“god, tae,” he gasps in between kisses, fingers getting tangled in the younger’s hair. he’s got her pinned up against his bedroom door, her legs wrapped around his waist as they get lost in each other’s presence. he doesn’t know how many times it’s been in the past week at this point, but this, him and taeyeon, is definitely turning into somewhat of a habit.

they really need to get away from the door, though. the both of them had been eager that day, not patient enough to wait until they could get into his bed, but at this point... yeah, they need to move into a more comfortable position. “tae,” he repeats again, pulling away slightly from the kiss. his gaze meets hers, and he smiles, wide and genuine — because despite everything that’s been on his mind lately, he does feel happy in this moment, with her. 

late-night ice cream at madame iseult’s parlor of ice with @msutaeyeon.

“hmm...” nate hums thoughtfully as his eyes roam across the display of ice cream flavors, trying to decide which flavor he wants. taeyeon is at his side, seemingly not having a much easier time than him making a decision. there’s just way too many flavors. the late-night worker seems to be more than just a little bit annoyed with them, especially considering they’ve already wasted the first five of the ten minutes it had been left until closing when they’d gotten here. 

alright, so maybe he’s a little bit tipsy, making a task as simple as picking ice cream flavors seem like too tall of an order for his alcohol-affected brain. the two of them have just gotten out of borealis (having perhaps a few more drinks than originally planned for), and had made the hasty decision of ending their night at the ice cream parlor. well, he’d acted like it was spur of the moment, but in reality, this was all planned. because while he knows taeyeon doesn’t particularly like her birthday, he had felt terrible for missing it. well, he had been, uh, otherwise occupied on the day of, but that’s neither here nor there.

a birthday present given to someone who hates birthdays, though? doesn’t take a rocket scientist to realize that’s a bad idea. but a birthday present disguised as a night out getting drinks and ice cream? now, he doesn’t mean to brag here, but he does feel like that was a stroke of genius on his part. 

“i’ll be there for youi!!!!” ... was that lame, @msutaeyeon​?

out of everyone in the school, if there was someone cal was happy to watch a spooky movie with, it’d be taeyeon. it’s not that he preferred to watch it with someone else. rather instead, it was the fact that he couldn’t really think of anyone to watch it with besides her. not only did he want to be able to bond with her more outside of magical creatures, but he was also sure that she could be able to watch a horror movie with him. though he’s getting better at watching it, he still finds himself getting creeped out by the sudden jumpscares and haunting themes. 

fantastically, the movie that was being shown right now was hereditary. if there was anything he knew about western horror movies, he knew that ari aster was a force to be reckoned with. he watched midsommar and, while florence pugh’s acting was good and he enjoyed the colors, he couldn’t help but be thoroughly freaked out by all the gore scenes. thankfully, there’s no painfully awkward sex scene. but he heard shit does get wild in hereditary, so he expects to be awake late at night. 

BUT he doesn’t want to ruin the movie for the other, so he makes sure to seem as brave as he can be. even if he’s not in the acting program, he can trick a few people to not face embarrassment. with blankets and snacks in his hand, he settles for a spot before looking at the other to smile. “this good?” he asks, wanting to confirm with her before he settles on it. “by the way, love your costume. i thought shego was super cool as a kid, so seeing someone super cool be her definitely works!” 

starter for @msutaeyeon !

mabel’s been carving pumpkins her whole life! she’s a pro at it. or she was until she ended up beside kangdae earlier, and accidentally ruined her pumpkin design by cutting out a big bit she wasn’t meant to cut out. things always tend to go wrong for mabel, especially around cute boys. though it’s irritating, she’s used to it by now. so, having ruined her first pumpkin, and wanting to have a nice one she could stick outside her dorm door for the night, she’d asked taeyeon to accompany her to carve another. 

“do i carve a cat into it? or this funky looking ghost?” she asks, flipping through some of the designs in the little booklets scattered around the carving station. she’d chosen a decently sized pumpkin, and was already elbow deep in it, yanking out it’s innards and dropping them into a bucket near her feet. she wonders whether they’ll take the pumpkin guts to the kitchen later to use for pumpkin pie and pumpkin juice and pumpkin muffins and- well, you get the idea. she’s rather craving pumpkin pie now. 

@msutaeyeon

soohwa still doesn’t completely feel that comfortable with his costume or the whole party atmosphere just yet. after all, it isn’t an everyday thing for soohwa to wear a short skirt and then go to parties where there are so many people being loud and then there’s the loud music on top of that, it’s the people dancing and being... shameless and it’s a little too much for soohwa if he has to be honest, almost regrets ever leaving hyunki’s side or maybe he should’ve asked for the other to keep him company until at least soohwa spotted taeyeon and hopefully also a safe way to get to her. but alas, here he is, and he won’t back down without at least giving taeyeon a quick happy birthday, or a hug, or a happy birthday hug. 

the things that he does for the people he loves — and maybe he isn’t only talking about crossing a party full of drunk students and loud music. 

it still takes him a couple of minutes before he finally spots her and soohwa can sense from the moment that his eyes lie on her that something is wrong, or at the very least different. it isn’t that taeyeon is someone as grumpy as soohwa usually is, but she’s also never this social either. from what he knows from her, she isn’t the type to want to go to parties and when she does, she feels as dislocated as soohwa himself. but now, when he looks at her, it almost like taeyeon belongs in there as hyunki does and if that’s not alarming, then soohwa doesn’t know what it is.

“taeyeon.” he calls her to get her attention, and of course before he goes all worried and scolding mode, soohwa’s eyes soften for a moment and there’s even a small smile on his lips. “happy birthday.” he pats her head gently. “thank you for being born.” 

@msutaeyeon

the night was young. at least, that’s what the song playing seemed to allude to — it was, though, and jet was convinced he hadn’t had enough to drink. kirby had gotten lost in the thick of the crowd sometime earlier, but he wasn’t too phased by her disappearance — he knew she’d find her way back to him, eventually.

he stands, instead, alone at some makeshift bar that had been thrown together with a cheap plastic table and sign tacked to a punch bowl that read, free booze! drink me!, to which, obviously — jet indulged. a lot, too, because the male was particularly a heavy weight with alcohol in part due to height and most particularly because he was in the mood to drink a lot tonight.

and now, when he sees taeyeon in her own costume that looked quite similar to the one he’d sworn was pulling off kirby not too long ago, he feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand. 

fuck — he thinks to himself — tonight really is my lucky night.

he adjusts his own stupid ass collar that had been scratching at his neck all night, suddenly feeling like the room was too hot. “taeyeon,” he calls her over, eyeing her ass when her back was turned before snapping his gaze back to meet her own when she turns her head back around. he smiles when she gets closer, an arm extending outward to welcome her to join standing by his side. he pours her a solo cup of punch and wraps an arm around her shoulder, satisfied by their height difference. “you don’t look drunk enough,” jet states, a matter of fact. he knows she’s still got a long night ahead of her. 

IT’S STUFFY. god, she hates stuffy. no, she hates parties. yeah, fuck parties. what’s the point? you get drunk, dance, and hookup. then you wake up, sober you is shamed by drunk you, and you make the walk of shame back. what is the point in that? no, it’s to each their own obviously but, in what world does she look like the type to be into that? 

                                                   never! ever!! never ever ever!!!

and yet—god, good going wednesday—possibly second instance tonight of acting hilariously out of character, here she is. back against the wall, red plastic cup in hand, doing absolutely nothing but watch moving bodies bump to an admittedly sick halloween playlist. honestly, dj? good fucking job. 

but suppose it’s fine. suppose it’s night’s still young. suppose it’s not the three cups from the keg that’s putting her in a semi-agreeable mood. semi-agreeable, meaning pleasant enough to stay put—but not so far gone that she’d go out of her away to dance with anybody. again, might i remind you ladies and gentlemen, she was simply not the type.

doesn’t mean it’ll stop people from trying, however. actually. ACTUALLY!—and this is also an uncharacteristically funny—here comes one now. 

“what.” wednesday is growling before the older toseong even opens her mouth. always two seconds away from barking—this pitiful feral thing. it doesn’t help that it’s taeyeon. that their last few encounters had been less than friendly. that she’s successfully weaseled under her skin and sunk her teeth in like some demon mosquito from the foulest pits of hell.

      “the fuck are you even wearing? you look like a salazar slytherin’s court jester.”

✘ CLOSED STARTER — @msutaeyeon​

Malia couldn’t help but feel nervous at the Halloween party. After such a long day, the girl was questionable over whether or not she should just call it a night. She was never usually one to attend parties (and the last one she’d attended hadn’t gone as planned), but since many of her friends had said they’d be there, the girl thought that it wouldn’t hurt to drop by for a little while. Besides, it was Taeyeon’s birthday, Malia had to stop by with a gift for the mom of the Blossom Buddies. 

Despite going with a relatively modest costume, the girl was still shy about wearing it out. However, she was easily lost in the colorful crowd of fellow costume-party-goers, making her less conscious about being looked at. And while it had been a blessing at first, it had quickly begun a pain to find her friend amongst the different masks and capes. While she couldn’t bring herself to push and shove her way through the crowd too aggressively, Malia certainly did her best. 

Eventually, she’d found herself behind what she believed was Taeyon’s costume, tapping on the shoulder of the person she hoped desperately was her.

Please be Taeyeon. Please be Taeyeon. Please be Taeyeon.