okay so this blog is currently a sideblog of my rph, when i have more time i’m going to MOVE this blog to be a sideblog to my other rp account, which also has a multi-muse for canons attached to it. i think it would just do well to keep all my indie stuff in one place and all my rph stuff in another. so, until that is done replies may be slow and if i do follow you on there, follows will come from ofviscrys !

hjerteslaq:

hanbin felt truly hurt by the words cain spoke to him. he himself felt like he was always doing so much for the other. he was buying him presents every now and then, he was cooking for them both when they were hanging out, he was taking his grumpy ass shit every day of the week of the year, he loved him with all his heart, he went out with him when he hadn’t even felt like going out in the first place, and now apparently he was obligated to also dance with him. maybe his feelings were a bit massive for the silly little act of turning down a dance, but it was a whole bunch of stuff that’d been building up inside of him for weeks on end. “ because that’s really all i’ve wanted to do tonight, right? avoid you and go for sleazy assholes instead.. because i’m just that desperate, aren’t i? “ he spoke and got up from the bar stool, taking his jacket and putting it on, “ keep the drink, i’m going home. “ his chest felt heavy and he wanted to both cry and yell at his boyfriend for acting this way. he knew though that it was probably just his endless jealousy mixed with too much alcohol. which was why he left. “ have fun, “ he said as he’d gotten the jacket on and started to walk out of the bar, swimming through the crowd, heading for the nearest exit.

“ah shit.” cain sighed, running a hand through his hair as he left the drinks undrank on the bar as he followed hanbin out of the club, grabbing his arm to stop him running off right near the exit. “i’m sorry, please, i didn’t mean it. i’m just-- jealous.” he reasoned, biting down on his lower lip as hands stayed grasped to his boyfriend. “they started talking to you and you didn’t tell them to fuck off. they were flirting with you, hanbin ! they were all over you. they wanted you and i don’t deal well with that. so i wanted to make you feel it too, alright ? i was a dick, i am a dick. i know that. please just stop. forgive me ?” he asked, looking over the other with a soft sigh. “i’ll get us take out, and we can head home and it can be just the two of us, right ? does that sound good ?”

“ mind the pink, it ain’t all sweet ! “

“ the world’s a hard place. it don’t care. it don’t hate you and me, but it don’t love us, either. terrible things happen in the world, and they’re things no one can explain. good people die in bad, painful ways and leave the folks that love them all alone. sometimes it seems like it’s only the bad people who stay healthy and prosper. the world don’t love you, but i do. ”  — PENNED BY JUDAS

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fourteenthdancer:

jory sighs and says, “she’s like my mother, she’s temperamental. both our children love you though dalton. i’ve just spent more time with them. and i had siblings so i know how to calm them down.” jory bent his head down and sucked softly on his husbands neck. “yes of course we will. we’ll have at least one more. and you can spend time with them right at the beginning, more time than me.” jory wanted his kids to love them equally. and he felt often that colton did at least as much as he could. he was clingy with jory, but he loved both his dads and just wanted that love returned. that was enough for him. 

“we’re going to have more kids, and the ones we have now they love you, and they’ll grow out of the phase in which it seems like they like me better. they’re just babies. we just need to get the scheduling right,” he sighs. jory kissed his husbands cheek and said, “but at least you know i love you more than anyone. you’re my favorite,” he whispers and runs his fingers through his husbands hair.

“i think i’m gonna get someone to look after the club for a while... so i can stay at home with the kids more often, so i can spend more time with them. i’ll hire a general manager, someone who can be in control when i’m not there. i’ll still be there on saturday nights, they’re the busiest, i have to be, but i won’t leave until they’re going to bed, and i’ll have more days off.” dalton thought aloud, but his thoughts were in the right place, and it was a good plan. it just meant that he had to take the time to find someone he trusted to run the club whilst he wasn’t there. that in itself could be a long process. “i can’t miss anymore of their life, you know? i’ve already missed so much and they’re just babies. imagine what else i’m going to miss if things carry on like this. i’ll come home one day and they’ll be talking and walking and i won’t even know when that started happening.” 

he needed to be a better father, and be there for his kids. be there for his husband, who seemed to be doing this all himself at the moment. it wasn’t fair and it wasn’t right.

fourteenthdancer:

jory frowns and let the other grip his hand and says, “i love you too. but i think i know my body better than you, and how it behaves,” he grumbles. jory rests his hand on his stomach and says, “i would never intentionally put our child in danger,” he whispers. jory sighs and nods, “green or yellow sounds good.”

“i know you do, but you haven’t been pregnant before. you don’t know how your body is going to be and that’s okay. i’m just asking you to be a little more careful than you usually would be.” he bit his lip, moving to take jory’s hand and bringing it to his lips, “i know you wouldn’t. i’m not saying that. you’re going to make the best father, i know it. i just want you both to be okay.”

just a note to say that i will be back to do replies on monday, sorry for the absence !

my boyfriends coming over in a few hours so i might not get all replies out ! i believe he’s only coming for the weekend ( if he can get his shifts swapped ) so the delay should only be a couple days if i don’t get to your reply !

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stretify:

“i’ve never seen it either! it sounds good” she nodded, rising her thumbs in agreement. seing as he was so intent in calling for food right away kyungmi moved, placing her hand on his barely stopping him from making the call. “the food’s already take care of, jae. come with me” she smiled and gripping his hand tightly, dragged jae out of the room after her.

“what i--?” confusion set in as he furrowed his brow, but a chuckle left his lips as jae allowed the female to drag him out of the room and towards the food, he hoped. “if food is taken care of, what kinda pizza is there? and is there other snacks?” jae asked, a grin on his lips as the smell started to hit him. “my god, you are the best.”

fourteenthdancer:

jory giggled and nuzzled his face close to the others cheek and then sighed, “yeah, i guess so. hard  to tell my mothers fallen in love many times. there’s not a man whose met her, who she didn’t have ready to fall to her feet. she’s been married three times, and she was never actually married to my brother bart’s father, so she’s been in love at least four times,” jory shrugged. “but i’m not as big of pain in the ass as my brother, who constantly asks he who she loved best. he wants to hear her say she loved his father best, or truthfully anyone but our step father,” he grumbles. he wrinkles his nose at how bart had phrased it to her. jory saw no use in asking, both because it felt a rather cruel question and a pointless one at that, it didn’t matter, his father, bart’s father, and their first step father paul were all dead. and lastly because he felt he knew the answer, he knew his mother loved all of her loves deeply and in their own way. but he felt that she loved his current step father best, perhaps it was because he could remember their love most clearly, but it seemed that way. but his mother of course never answered bart’s cruel question, she didn’t want to hurt either of her children, by saying she loved their father less. 

jory grins and kisses the others cheek and says, “i agree. would hard to keep honest with a beautiful guy like you walking around me,” he comments. jory nods and says, “mmm…yeah i guess it would.” jory sighs and says, “do you want to get more comfortable. not exactly the best sleep clothes that we have on.  i might have something you can borrow. or you can just sleep in your boxers, that’d be okay, unless that’d make you uncomfortable,” he stumbles over his words.

“it sounds like you take after your mother. you must have men and women falling at your feet every time they see you.” he whispered, a smirk coming to his lips. “do you always treat the ones who fall at first sight like this, or am i special?” dalton murmured, his eyes finding jory’s again. “your brother does sound like a pain in the ass, but he just wants his father to be your moms ‘the one’... can’t blame a kid for that. how old is he?” the male asked before nodding, getting up from jory’s bed but not before kissing him on the cheek. 

dalton smirked as he stood in front of the bed, and with a waggle of his eyebrows he started dancing for jory, slowly peeling away the jacket of his suit and throwing it in the others direction. most people would be embarrassed to dance in front of jory with how amazing he was at it, but dalton liked it. dancing with the other... dancing for him. he liked it. he danced to the music in his head until he was down to his boxers. he teased at taking them off, but he knew jory didn’t want that so instead he crawled his way back into the bed when he was finished being the centre of attention. 

fourteenthdancer:

“yeah, well i was also drunk,” jory teases him. jory hadn’t been drunk, when the idea had been proposed he had been slightly, but he had been sober enough for the ceremony, he had some doubts then, but impulse had pushed him through more than anything. he had certainly been a lot more uncertain than dalton. he had worried everyday for a long time if he had acted too rashly. and his parents had expressed the same, and that had made him doubt himself as well. but beneath all that impulse, was the fact that he had been deeply in love with the man he called his husband. the marriage had come fast, but he had fallen for him fast. his friends teased him that it took him longer to let dalton kiss him than to marry him. but things had proved to turn out well. but he certainly felt like everything had gone by so fast. they had eloped quite literally, and now that he was a little older he did feel the guilt of not having that dream wedding to celebrate their love, surrounded by family.

and he hadn’t been able to even give his family the big happy reveal of him being pregnant. he had sprung that on them so they could comfort his fears. he hoped he’d have it more together for the next kid, to give them that big reveal. but it did feel as if everything was going by so quickly. like he had stormed through all his milestones without much thought.

jory smiles and says, “julia looks like you. think it might just be her demeanor that makes her look less like you. you never contort your face in such an angry way,” jory jokes. “but i would like a little boy who looks like you,” jory comments. “but that’s some ways off, already got two babies wearing me out, maybe in a couple years. after i feel like i’ve gotten my fair share of alone time with my husband,” he grins, “before i’m ready to share another portion of him.”

“no you weren’t.” dalton scoffed, a laugh upon his lips. “you were tipsy at best, as was i.” he had been one hundred percent certain of the marriage to jory. he never had a single doubt, because he knew from the moment he met him that he was the one that he would spend the rest of his life with. dalton almost couldn’t believe that jory had agreed to marry him. the only thing he ever had doubts over was if jory was sure about the marriage. it haunted him, and it tore at his heart to think even for a second of jory leaving him. deciding that it hadn’t been the right decision, and that he didn’t want to be married to someone he’d known for a grand total of two weeks. that fear was only reinforced by jory’s parents. a lot of ‘no offence dear’s’ here and ‘we like him but’s’ there. it had ripped at him, and he thought that that was enough to make jory leave him. but he hadn’t, and he wouldn’t, or so dalton hoped. “julia is a little drama queen just like you. plus, she likes you better, so she’s bound to imitate you more.” he didn’t want to think about this, about his kids liked him the least. colton was sympathetic towards him at least, and he was always good for dalton. but julia could be... she could be a nightmare. especially for dalton.

the man shook his head, shaking the thoughts from his mind before smiling at jory, thinking of a happier topic. “okay, but promise me? promise me we’ll have another?” in his mind, if the child came from him he’d connect more. the child would like him more, they would bond better and he wouldn’t feel hated by his own children. he knew they’d grow out of it and this was just the stage they were in... they had to, right?

fourteenthdancer:

jory narrowed his eyes at the talk of him losing his figure and not being able to dance anymore or being off balance. he had been struggling with the idea of allowing his body to be shared, and so soon. and even more so when the idea of having to stop dancing altogether was presented. stopping from dancing on stage at a fast and difficult pace had been hard enough. but stopping altogether was not one he was willing to entertain. jory huffed and didn’t argue, he didn’t feel like arguing right now. he figured they already had their share of that to go through later. jory nodded and said, “yep, ready.” despite not arguing the conversation had put him in a slight mood. so he purposely spun his way to the door and rushed down the steps, practically leaping down the stairs as he skipped three steps at a time. if he was going to have to pretend to be a sitter for the later end of his pregnancy, he was going to prove that he was plenty balanced and agile now. 

dalton rolled his eyes when jory spun his way to the door and leapt down the steps. he might hate him now for it, but when he fell and was scared shitless for the baby inside him, he would know why dalton said what he had said. for now, he decided to leave it. he’d nag his husband more when he was bigger, and a real danger to himself. he quickly caught up with his husband, reaching for the males hand to at least slow him down a little. “i love you, jory. i’m not trying to be a dick, yeah?” he murmured, though he kept his head down as he spoke. he didn’t want this to turn into an argument. it was apparent they’d already set a time for that later on. “so i was thinking a yellow or a green, so he doesn’t assume we know the gender already?” 

fourteenthdancer:

jory smirked at how complacent his husband was being, he knew how dalton needed to be taken care of at times. needed to be submissive to him on occasion. jory nods his head and says, “okay baby, lets take care of you then,” he drags the others hips close and pulls dalton’s legs over his shoulders before dipping his head down and running his tongue across his entrance, he wrapped a hand around his husbands length pumping him in his hand as he swiped his tongue hungrily over his entrance. “always forget how needy you get when i take care of you like this,” jory teases, “but god you’re so hot when you lose yourself like this.”

“i like losing myself in you.” dalton moaned, happily draping his legs over his husbands shoulders. he whimpered as jory’s tongue worked magic on his hole and his length at the same time. god, he bit his lips so damn hard to stop himself from moaning loudly. they definitely needed to have a weekend all to themselves sometime soon, because dalton was craving loud, dirty sex. “fuck, baby please. please don’t stop.” 

cloudiestdays:

MAISIE: literally shut up, you’re not fat MAISIE: i may have bought every type of candy and all out there in that shop so, send help. sos ! MAISIE: um…  - hawaii and pepperoni…. MAISIE: pop i’m not kidding nor joking around !! i swear to god that you really need to help me out as soon as you can aka get your cute butt over here because this is a matter of life or death. unless, you’d like to see me die of a food coma because if so, please do tell me !

POPPY: i’ll be there soon i’m just getting ready !!  POPPY:  does that mean there’s pineapple on the pizza or nah ?? POPPY: i’m coming i’m coming hold onto ur panties POPPY: your place ??