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persephoneyss · 4 years ago

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Bad Movie.

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x f! Reader. Ft. Jungkook.

Genre: Yandere, dark themes, angst, gore a little.

Summary: ❝Looking for the person you love, beautiful woman.❞

Warnings: Yandere behavior, obsession, harassment / stalking, humiliation, forced marriage, non-sexual intercourse, abuse of power, implicit murder, drug use naming, minor past master / pet relationships, secondary character abduction, ugly hallucinating hoseok , beatings, blood, photos depicting abuse, mistreatment and death, bribery, sexism and humiliation (directly aimed at female prostitutes), hoseok mistreats and humiliates jk, awkward marriage proposals, use namjoon as a secondary character because it hurts more:(, etc.

Number of words: 6000+

︙Author's Note: This is my longest fic so far, I think. It took a lot for me to do it, especially since I didn't have a clear idea about the whole plot that would take and the role that each character would develop. So if you see Jungkook in a kind of strange character, blame my mind for including him almost last. Also, I hate Hoseok in this fic. Namjoon angel and fallen soldier, by the way let me know if they cried with his death, it hurt me to write it. Thank you very much for the 200 notes in my previous fic, I'm crying.

Read the Warnings well and enjoy!

(Sorry for any mistakes, my first language is not English and I am not fluent either.)

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Confidence, a beautiful and treacherous feeling at times.

Feeling superior is a constant whisper of the ego within you, calling to be released and make others feel as what they really are, despicable and useless trash. It was fun laughing at losers when you haven't had that sense of defeat yet.

Hoseok fervently watched his rivals fall at his feet, laughing at his incompetence and stomping even more pathetic defeated form even though they were already dead in tears of pain. He smiled, he always did when he felt invincible and He bit his lip gently to hold back an excited laugh.

No one could be compared to him, and in his high sense of power he could never be alert when he struck him with a blast of vengeance.

It was you.

His eyes stared at you in horror and anger, his ego inside him hated you from the first moment. Because while despicable, he loved you for much more than his pride and winning sense.

He fell at your feet but he never made you notice it, behaving as he normally would around you even though he was always behind you.

Luck was her greatest ally, he always smiled at her and she helped him. It was fun to play with your opponents pretending to be the victim, the cornered mouse and then smash everyone with a snap of your fingers.

His mother looked at him with love and his father with pride, he was the only and favorite son of the Jung family. His success was never derived from love, much less, it was blasphemy in his family to say something so false and impossible.

Hoseok admired his family when they met in the great message of his parents' house, his grandparents smiled and his relatives brought out their most exquisite stories to entertain. They were all crows pretending to show interest in a prestigious place in the will of the family's monarch, his grandfather.

It was at one of those dinners that he got to meet you, he used to get bored of hearing his cousins tell their anecdotes with prostitute women who mostly called, whores of a night. Mocking their shocked faces when they refused to pay them and threw them out of their big luxurious houses.

He rolled his eyes when a family friend, little Jungkook who was known to his father because of his prestige in his last name, chimed in trying to get into the conversation with a shy smile.

Lucky bastard, he thought bitterly. He didn't like the little idiot sticking his hands in boiling water, he wasn't even supposed to be there.

He hummed a goodbye as he walked out the front doors, walking aimlessly to his bored eyes. His feet stopped abruptly with a strangled sigh when he first saw you, you looked tired as you apparently searched for a key inside your bag. Could visualize the logo on your shirt from the grocery store where he assumed you were employed, He stood looking for what seemed like an eternity at you before you find the keys and rush through the back door. He snorted before lazily continuing on his way, however the next day he ended up following in your footsteps again and with even more confidence.

It took a few weeks for him to be able to enter the small commerce store and be able to look you face to face for the first time, it was expected that you would serve him with a smile asking if he was offered something. But he did not see you anywhere, he looked for you before another equally young woman approached him kindly, he sighed making a face of disgust surprising the she worker, his expensive shoes got dirty on the floors of the humble place with shame. His little investigation and search took him through many corridors of the establishment, he observed the shelves and each person who seemed to be wearing the uniform of the store thinking of finding you distracted with your work, maybe he thought of approaching you and asking for directions which he clearly didn't need. Knowing that she you couldn't refuse because that was your job. In a way, you were there to serve him.

He let out a bored sigh, tired of playing hide and seek, he turned around ready to leave that place that disgusted him so much in a certain way, but once again he stopped in an instant. It was a moan. He clenched his fists, walking hurriedly to the place where the noise came from, he was sure it was your voice and that made him even more angry thinking that he would find you in a compromising position with someone.

He did not think that his lover would be such a stupid and dirty person.

You were crouched on the floor, grimacing with pain and exhaustion. You seemed very annoyed trying to lift a box with your arms, the scene was tender and certainly pathetic, she smiled noticing that you were so distracted that you were never aware of how I was watching you with carnal desire and painfully bad adoration.

"I-can I help you." He was surprised at his little babble, justifying himself later. Nobody ever managed to make him nervous, his father used to despise weak people and certainly he always sought his approval by doing things that were not correct. "They seem heavy."

Your face pale before the scare, turning into a face of shame quickly, you shook your head with a gentle movement, smiling still pained. "I'm fine sir. Can I help you? Maybe he got lost, let me guide-..."

"Actually, I do need help but not with your services." I speak in disagreement, you seemed confused but she nodded at his request. The customer is always right, right? How convenient. "I need you to allow me to help you with that heavy box, not to be rude or calling you weak miss, but you can't seem to handle it."

Lie, under his politically correct excuse was a dialogue about how insufficient you are even with things as easy and common as carrying a box, obviously you needed his help and Hoseok could give you that and more, much more. You just had to say it, it was so simple and fun.

"I -... I can do it, but i will accept your help sir ..." He smiled making an emphasis for he to give him his name, he let out a small laugh finishing his sentence.

“Hoseok, you can call me Hoseok, darling..." He mock imitating his position, your name left your lips like a melody and he immediately felt the sweet taste of it slide down his tongue. Beautifully perfect, indeed. "Now that we can finish the introductions please allow me."

Her expensive outfit crumpled as she bent down to lift the box with ease, you were once again oblivious to her incoherent and certainly crazy fantasies, it was like a romance comedy movie in her eyes. The charming fellow always stays with the girl. And likewise, no one could go against the fictional plot.

He was immersed in the beautiful narrative that you would be hers at the end of the credits.

It was not the last time she saw you, she returned to her same routine of continuing to stalk you with obvious impudence. The only thing that really changed was her new setting and her character, he was hiding between the shelves waiting for the right moment to appear in front of you with a charming smile. Over and over, he was locked in an infinite loop.

He was starting to get tired of just having you in his arms and sheets just in his heavy and lustful dreams.

"A date? How funny Hoseok."

His face twisted in annoyance, but he put on a fake smile again when you looked at him again. "Hobi." He corrected in a high-pitched voice, insisting that you call him that. "And she spoke very seriously my dear, everything is ready."

"Eh ... I -..." A simple wave of her hands was enough to shut you up, you frown in confusion and secretly disgusted.

"On Saturday, I'll send you the address of the restaurant. Goodbye, dear!"

You watch it for a few seconds but he's already gone, you resign yourself to continuing with your work of ordering the products on the shelves. Thinking and trying to remember when you gave him your number. A very characteristic noise distracts you, a call makes you smile with love and adoration.

The plot is taking an interesting turn.

Hoseok was charming by nature, his economic position made him even more desirable to the opposite gender and even his own. It was not strange to see people flirting with him or being suggestive with his proposals, he was on a pedestal and he enjoyed it. His subconscious whispered a little bored. I couldn't deny that he became boring in a way, but you appeared in the story as an extra who soon became a main character. You changed the script of his life already established and narrated.

You were so funny.

He smiled in front of the mirror when he thought of you, since he met you that day he started chatting with you secretly from your supervisor. You had told him several anecdotes to make him laugh, you were also naturally charming pulling out various expressions of adoration that you did not even notice. Oblivious to that, you'd better get ready for the climax of the movie.

The wind was strong in the streets of Seoul, your hair was noticeably messy causing you to let out a tired sigh. You should be planning your wedding banquet right now, but you honestly didn't want to leave Hoseok alone at the dinner he had organized. You put the invitation in your bag, thinking of giving it to her when the time was right with a smile. He seemed like a good person and undoubtedly a good friend in the future.

"You're on time, I was just about to order our food. Honey." The last word slid down his tongue with malice and arrogance, Hoseok inwardly chuckling at your disengaged expression.

"Thanks, but don't stop you can order for both." You say arranging your chair correctly.

The restaurant looked relatively empty, there were only three other people including a couple who ate dinner while chatting enthusiastically.

You smile unconsciously, thinking about what would also make you feel the same way.

"I was looking forward to this dinner, my dear. I also hoped I could tell you how much you have captivated me for a long time, specifically since the first day I saw you." And the others too, he thought shifting your posture.

"Thank you, I'm very flattered to cause that feeling ... in, good in you." You whisper clearly uncomfortable forcing yourself to stay calm. You were sure that you had never given a hint or anything else in Hoseok to establish romantic feelings. "But I-... "

"I know, darling. That is why I have to offer you the opportunity to be my girlfriend and my future wife."

Wife?

For a moment, you feel a rush through your body. You refuse to make a scene in front of all the few people present out of respect, you calm down by counting to ten slowly in your head, but it becomes very difficult for you as you continue to observe his comfortable smile and how he behaves. He seemed very sure of the affirmative respect you would give him, you snort angrily at the thought.

"I am sorry to have been misunderstood Mr. Hoseok, but I am not seeking a relationship with you and very sorry I reject any relationship beyond friendship." Your body lifts up, making Hoseok laugh well in advance of your final sentences. "I am engaged and my future husband is waiting for me, good afternoon."

Trembling, you leave the invitation in silence, leaving the luxurious premises in the same way. The waiters watching you with surprise, being an audience of rejection and humiliation on your part. Hoseok sighs, sipping his wine glass patiently pretending not to hear what the couple behind him are saying.

What a bad luck.

Life wanted to want to return all his damn vanity to him, making fun of him with your almost imminent rejection, obviously he knew that you were engaged and that you loved the poor man who had the bad luck to be his competition, but love is not always the important thing in a relationship or at least not of both parties. The voices of the waiters and the couple distract him from his plans for his next step, he clenches his fists angrily dropping the silverware on the plate calling the attention of everyone in the place.

"Filthy vulgar and talkative people, she will be my wife even if her words have been heard by her prying ears." He raised his voice, causing everyone to shut up. "It's just part of the script."

Maybe if the character who wanted to be the main loses the role of him, he should be the villain. The bad guy in the movie.

He read the invitation with meticulous delicacy, laughing at the little message you put aside. He thought about attending for a second, wondering if it would be nice to walk in to go straight to the altar and shoot your husband willing to take his place by your side. But that would be risky.

"Where are we going, sir?" He asked his driver with a smile.

"Take me to the best brothel in Seoul." He whispered delicately, smiling just as happily as before your rejection. I'd make you pay double the bill for your indulgence.

And likewise, the world is a truly small place. Jungkook nodded clearly uncomfortable obeying someone other than Mr. Jung. Hoseok cornered him like a helpless rabbit in the claws of a cunning fox, flashing his jaw in warning. He felt confused about his little assigned task, watching the direction pointing the right way to his chauffeur who only followed orders.

A small feeling of remorse ran through him, making him want to vomit when he remembered how Hoseok's face was so close to his with arrogance, as his hands roamed his arms gently. He was disgusting how he used his power to such a useless and demanding gain, sometimes without any realism.

"Little Jungkook, you have a very lovely name. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before, you were so insignificant that you seemed pathetic to me." He whispered making her wince. "My father told me that you are good at obeying, I would like to test his theory." His cold hands were constantly running down his arms, making a shiver run through his body. "Still remembering well, I already did it before."

Jungkook was weak under his cloak of power, where he could so easily hide it. Lose it. "Yes, h-hyung." An inappropriate moan came from his lips causing him to cover her mouth in shame, a little touch near his crotch was enough to tempt him. Hoseok smirked, narrowing his eyes before walking away slowly wiping his fingers on his expensive clothes in disgust.

"I want you to befriend someone, don't ask, just do it. I'll tell you your next step when you're done." He ordered bored.

"We are here, young Jeon." Notice Jimin with a smile, Jungkook sighed wearily thanking him before getting out of the car ready to fulfill his mission.

I observe him for a few seconds standing in the entrance without doing anything, he was cleaning the windows of the building with force. He seemed like a nice person, certainly a bit humble. He approached making the man bow respectfully, even though he was older. Money can buy everything, they say.

"I am young Jeon, a new investor. May I have a chat with you?"

The man was surprised, no one who was someone by name and a few numbers along with several zeros would be able to notice his presence and at least greet him. A coffee sounded more intimate and undoubtedly inconvenient for him, but again out of respect he accepted the offer with a smile adorning his features.

"My name is Jungkook informally, but I like you and you can call me that." He spoke kindly.

"Namjoon, Mr. Je -... I'm sorry, Jungkook." He corrected sheepishly, making her smile.

He still didn't understand that he planned to do Hoseok with a building cleaner, but he didn't feel in a position worth asking. Furthermore, he would still not receive an honest answer.

He passed by the same place every day, pretending to enter the building only so he could meet Mr. Kim and talk about unimportant subjects. He gained his trust almost immediately, promising that he would give her a better job soon at his own company. He felt like an idiot taking advantage of the man in front of him in such a way for a simple whim from Hoseok.

He was an idiot, but he didn't want to go back to what he was before. A pet.

"I'm very happy, I think she will make a good wife." He responded with encouragement, seeing how Namjoon nodded looking for a picture of his fiancée to show him. He seemed excited, Jungkook understood his happiness after he explained that he saved for a long time to achieve his dream of getting married in a church. They were both in it together, in looking for a future.

He got lost in his thoughts, maybe if he lied to Hoseok about gaining trust from him, saying that Namjoon was a very cold and quiet man, he could make him forget about it. He sighed squeezing the coffee cup in his hands, Namjoon caught his attention by showing a photo of you smiling at the camera with a background of the bridge and the sun behind making a beautiful background.

Jungkook became alert, having seen that face before.

Hoseok had you as the wallpaper on his phone, he knew it was you because of your characteristic features and the scarf you wore in both photos. You were the new fad of a rich fool.

"T-is ... She's so cute, you're very lucky."

Namjoon nodded with a smile, apologizing before returning to his work upon being called by his supervisor. Jungkook put aside his cup feeling the bitter taste of his thoughts, Hoseok was planning something, he knew he was a son of a bitch who liked to keep his plans under lock and key and in a deep grave. He walked away calling for Jimin quickly, before being accosted by Namjoon who came running over, seemingly forgetting something of the utmost importance.

"I apologized Mr. Jeon, but I wanted to give you this personally. It is an invitation, in addition to the proposal to be the best man at our wedding. My fiancee said that it would be appropriate for me to choose someone and I decided that you were perfect, you can decline if you prefer. . " He spoke kindly, as always. Namjoon seemed to have no hatred in his heart, making his own feel heavy on his chest.

Could he bear the blame?

"It's my pleasure to accept her proposal, thank you for considering me. Good afternoon, namjoon-hyung."

He said goodbye by getting into the car as fast as he could, making Jimin look at him with derision. Obviously noticing his nervousness, Jungkook sighed hiding the invitation as much as he could before reading Hoseok's message ordering him to go to his house to sort out his affairs.

It seemed like a joke as he always looked so flawless, ready to humiliate him again.

"Jungkookie, I'm glad to see you again. Now, we'd better come in for our talk." He smiled making anger grow inside him, Hoseok sat on one of his expensive furniture before pouring himself a glass of wine. "Well, I heard from a little bird that you accomplished your task. Good pet."

"Don't call me that, hyung." He grunted in annoyance, making him laugh. "I can't go through with this, I did what you wanted. Leave Namjoon-hyung alone."

"Oh, they're close now really cute. But you forget that I can't fulfill your wish, because "Namjoon-hyung " is an essential piece in my little game." I speak mocking him as always. "Then we will move on to the next step ..." He thinking for a moment, before snapping his fingers. "Invite him to a bachelor party night at the brothel in the center, I already made the reservation. When they are there, leave him alone. A whore will take care of him properly, and maybe you can go make him a oral another yourself." He sneered evilly, reminding her of his past, Jungkook bit his tongue resisting the urge to respond properly. "Since you're clearly good at it, little pet."

"Yes, hyung."

Hoseok nodded saying for him to leave asap, tired of seeing his stupid face. He got up ready to do so, but his arm was taken tightly before bringing his face closer to hers, Hoseok let out a sigh, doing he could smell his breath of mint and wine combined. His hand lowered him into his pockets dangerously close to his crotch, he bit his lower lip to resist a moan escaping him, this had happened before and he begged it to stop forever. From his pocket, she pulled the invitation out, making her gasp in horror.

"Godfather of wedding, new facet of you... kookie." Rolling he eyes pushing him away from him, he fell to the ground before being met by a blow to his cheek. "What a shitty pet, you idiot."

Two days was enough for you to tremble at the thought. Your dress was proud to be seen, it was the most comfortable dress you could find at a fair price. Namjoon tried to enter but he was stopped by your friend who said that he will wait until you keep the dress out of his sight avoiding bad luck. A smile wavered on your face, everything was perfect up to a point.

Namjoon looked at you, a blush covering his cheeks before asking his obvious question. You didn't expect him to want a bachelor party, but you couldn't refuse because you simply trusted him.

Maybe it was your mistake.

You wished him luck, feeling an inexplicable emptiness. Your friends didn't offer to make one for you, they just sat on the couch in their living room talking about movies and arguing about what color the cake would be. It was the calm before the storm.

Jungkook felt a giant headache, the lights of the place were making him dizzy. Jimin had insisted on going with him to such an 'unusual' place to keep him safe. Namjoon had brought a couple of friends who seemed to be always close to him preventing the woman who did the job Hoseok had him do from becoming difficult.

He smiled, thinking that he would have no choice but to let it go. But Hoseok was not a good loser, and neither was he a good winner.

Hoseok:

He distracts his friends, and be careful what you say, kookie.

Received at 11:30 p.m.

He bit his lip, glancing around the bar, thinking he'd find him sitting somewhere spying on everything but nothing looked suspicious. He sighed, sending Jimin out for drinks with one of Namjoon's friends who he gladly accepted. He got up having pushed one away, the other who introduced himself as Jackson seemed more reluctant to leave his friend alone but with a few excuses about feeling bad managed to get him out of sight.

Believed that he would find Namjoon sitting right where he was before but no, he was gone. He felt a burning feeling of guilt, maybe if you didn't find out, nothing would happen.

"You're still the same as before, boss." Jimin sat down next to him, making him uncomfortable.

"Same as before? I am no longer a child."

"But you continue to obey as one. The manipulation they use on you is your greatest weakness, you are afraid, you obey without hesitation thinking about how this will indirectly affect you. But you never do anything to avoid it, you feel bad about this but you still sit here without doing nothing."

"What can I do, Jimin? I don't know if he really left by his will, or if they forced him. I don't want to enter a room in this dirty place and see him sleeping with another woman, because he wanted to and is a fucking infidel . "

Jimin ignored his words, falling silent after several seconds.

Feeling unhappy is a horrible feeling without a doubt. The curious eyes looked at you as if they themselves could judge your story.

Namjoon disappeared as quickly as the wind, many sharp tongues said that he eloped with a lover so as not to marry you. Others believed it was a kidnapping, maybe a robbery gone wrong and he was taken away or he was killed somewhere far away. A sob escaped you just thinking about it, the detective in front of you watched you cautiously.

"We don't know anything about him yet, but we will continue with the investigations."

You nod, without saying a word. Jungkook came in minutes later with a handkerchief in hand, he observed you before gently hugging you. You had the pleasure of meeting him after Namjoon disappeared that night, he introduced himself as a close friend from work and quickly offered to help you with the search.

Maybe he felt guilt.

"Thanks, Jungkook." You smile wiping the tears that escape from your eyes.

"They are looking for the best they can, they even alerted the Japanese embassies in case they might take him there."

"Japan?" Puzzled questions. "Why would someone take him so far? He's just a man with little money, that's ridiculous."

"We don't know, but I promise I won't rest until I find it."

Hoseok sighs bored, witnessing the moment. He had been bribing the bloody police force to hide the information from you about the discovery of your fiancé's corpse floating in the middle of the waters of the river where they used to go together. The only thing that was removed intact from his clothes was a small photo of you smiling, sitting on the banks of the same river.

The police mourned the death, but his faces left grief when they saw the money in his hands. He made fun of Jungkook as usual, who passed by him ignoring him when he went to his house to talk to his father, he knew that the useless little one was very meddlesome in the search for your future husband and ex-fiance. He rolled her eyes remembering how she used to look at him with discontent in meetings, suspicious of him.

He was a good detective, he couldn't deny the obvious.

"You didn't have to do this, a I'm sorry was enough." You say admiring all the bouquets of flowers that came to your house from him. "And I'm sorry for your loss."

He wasn't sorry.

"My dear, losing a loved one is something without a name. I can give you more than this if you promise to smile again, I love your smiles."

Jungkook snorts approaching you from behind, Hoseok to growl at noticing him so close and see how he puts his hand on your shoulder, apparently like support.

"Hyung, he didn't think it's a good time for ... That."

"But little kook, when is not a good time to express how you feel about your loved one?"

"When that person you say you love is crying over the loss of someone special because of evil people who don't know what remorse is. Do you understand that, hyung?"

"No, not really." He laughs cynically making you lose your patience, your little body comes between the two men, with one already furious and the other inadvertently giving up, you make a face of annoyance before speaking.

"Sirs!" You yell at him immediately, Jungkook steps back adjusting his tie. A mania that he had and that you noticed when he presented himself in front of you with regret, he did it when he was uncomfortable or nervous. "This is not the time to argue, I think you'd better leave my house if you're just wasting your time. Thanks for the flowers Hoseok, and Jungkook ... I, I want to continue the investigation on my own."

"That?!"

"What you heard, don't feel responsible for Namj's disappearance -..." You tremble correcting your words, making Hoseok scoff. "My husband, he was just at the wrong time in the wrong place. Thanks for your help, I'll see how to pay you very soon." Jungkook denies trying to insist but fails when you are already closing the door and giving him an apologetic smile.

Your breath feels heavy, you sigh falling to the ground sobbing again. You wanted to find Namjoon, but a large part of you was afraid of how. Dead, with another woman, with serious injuries or simply ... Alive but with trauma for life. You did not want to see him suffer, it was your judgment in life to see the person you love cry in his pain.

You observe yourself, telling yourself that you would be fine when you find it.

Your email seems to explode with thousands of messages received from people claiming to have seen a man like Namjoon near their homes. You ignore them knowing that most of them were false, the first few days you read all of them giving the police false clues that they quickly denied and dismissed.

You dry your tears, closing all the windows and cooking a simple instant soup, eating in absolute silence. It was overwhelming feeling alone at home, where you were supposed to feel safe indoors.

The rain, thunder, and evil outside seemed to be invisible within that place.

A chill runs through you, the control of the television seemed tempting to calm that neat silence and avoid your boredom. You give up turning on the TV, you see the first channel, you keep changing looking for the unknown, you didn't know what you wanted to see. Maybe a newscast saying they found a tall man with dark brown hair and charming eyes unconscious, with a couple of blows to the face and a few scratches but okay, safe, alive and waiting to see your face waiting for him with a warm smile.

Swearing never ever to let go.

A couple of tears slide down your cheek, ruining your fast food. A few knocks on the door manage to scare you, causing you to bite your lip in anger.

"Who is?!" Questions in a shout.

Nothing.

"It better be good ..." You say in muttered, you open the door expecting to see a child running to his house laughing at his childish joke.

But no, there is no one at the door. Just a small envelope that easily slipped underneath, you take it hoping it's a letter from the police announcing good news. Maybe a simple identification of suspicious faces, or footprints at the club.

"I hate being the bad guy, it makes me feel good.

He's dead, I did it for you. For me. For us. I want to make you happy but it's so difficult when I don't know what you want, tell me what you want.

Love you. Love you. Love you.

My heart is so weak in your cold eyes, I feel that you look at me with ignorance of my feelings. Do you want to find it? Do you want to do it?! Okay. Good luck with it. "

It was everything, plus a picture of a golden ring with a large diamond shining brightly. You wrinkle the letter in anger, tossing it into the first bin you found nearby. It seems that in the end, someone did want to joke with you.

Your days remained the same, you went out to work and in the afternoons you called each of the investigators to ask for new news, it was almost always a solid wall, there was nothing really important to report and little by little, they gave up.

Jungkook knocked on the door, he heard some footsteps approaching making him have a little hope. But when the door opened he saw you with a worried face, he felt his heart squeeze in his chest when he tried to get closer but you avoid him by leaving in a hurry. You were dressed in a long black skirt and a white blouse, you were elegantly ready for something.

"Where are you going?" He ask stopping your hurried pace, taking your arm tightly.

"Yo, listen... He... Or her, I don't know who it is but ... You know, he or her know where, he's alive I know. I just don't have time, please."

Your mouth moves wiht fear, you were hiding something but not from him. You were willing to tell him but not now. Not at that time.

"Let me accompany you, I can take you and I will feel better if you are safe."

You nod, letting go of his grip and running down the stairs, outside there is a very elegant car, apparently waiting. The driver smiles at you as if he had known you before, you make an uncomfortable face trying to continue on your way but Jungkook introduces him saying that he works for him.

"Jimin, he's Jimin. He's a good person and a great friend, I've told him about you before."

"I see, sorry." You speak with a bow before climbing to the back, Jimin just smiles kindly, as always.

"Where are we going today?" He asks animatedly, Jungkook takes your hand for support making Jimin remove the smile from him. Your nervous state and your afflicted face are enough for him to understand the situation.

You give him an address, Jimin searches the map being unknown to the place. Your eyes sparkle when the lights of Seoul are reflected in them, Jungkook holds your hand tightly in fear of letting you go again. He felt sick when you stopped calling him, cutting connections with him totally to this day. He spend sleepless nights looking for more clues, the only thing I had until that moment was the identity of the woman, she was a prostitute without anything special, when he spoke with her he seemed indifferent saying that he did not know Namjoon and that the last time he saw him It was when he drugged him and left him in a room as ordered.

The whore made fun of him saying that he would give him this information if he did not tell the police anything, he obviously accepted. Now he repented, the woman disappeared after that and days later she was found in a garbage container. It seemed to be a suicide, the container was from her building, the window of her old apartment faced just where she was supposed to fall if she threw herself without thinking twice.

Right in the garbage.

The wheels of the car made a thud when it stopped, it was a cabin, the only one nearby. You came down quickly thanking Jimin who just made a flirty face. Your hands trembled with the cold, you look at the letter that tells you where and when you should be standing at the door.

"Wait for me here, if we don't go out or you hear noises, you know who to call."

"Yes sir!" Jimin obeys with a laugh at the boss's serious tone of him.

"Y-you should go, I can do this alone." Your voice rises in the echo of the silent place, Jungkook rolls his eyes before offering his arm to you, making his decision clear.

You laugh calming your nerves, the door opens just as you both step close to it. A man stops them, saying that only you can enter the next room. You stop Jungkook who was to protest, you calm him down by leaving your ring in his hands with a smile.

Your body disappears when another man closes the door silently, Jungkook sighs looking annoyed at the guards who ignore him.

A message coming to his phone distracts him for a few seconds.

Jimin:

Should I call the police, Mr. Jung, or the hospital?

Received at 9:35 p.m.

Smile ready to answer before hearing the door open again, he approaching you to ask everything and at the same time nothing. Your pale face is enough to make want to hit the person who was inside with you. Questions remain in the air, your arms surround him while you sob for forgiveness.

From the shadows Hoseok smiles, admiring the document in his hand, your signature shiny as gold is glued to it. He thought it would be more difficult to convince you to accept his marriage proposal, but the precious and expensive ring fit you perfectly. He raised his hand proudly admiring his own, the wedding would be planned as soon as possible making him jump like a happy child.

You had accepted, with the promise that he would bring you back to Namjoon.

But it was never specified in the contract that he would be alive.

The wedding was in a meadow, outdoors with distinguished guests and a few friends and family of yours. Hoseok greeted everyone, by taking your hand tightly introducing you as his wife immediately. It's as if he wants to show everyone that you now belong to him, as if you were a prize.

And maybe if you gave him the key to her success.

"You better smile my dear, nobody wants to know what will happen if you don't." Her lips brushed your hand before placing a chaste kiss on it. "I love you, my beautiful protagonist."

You sob, tears falling from your face as you melt into his disgusting caresses. The man in front of you, your un-predestined husband. The one who stole the position of your true love, he was kissing you delicately.

"Don't cry, decorate the room just the way you wanted. The photos were a special touch ..." His teeth bit into the sensitive skin of your neck, an involuntary groan of pain escaping. "Love you."

Your eyes move desperately to find a photo where the beaten, abused or dead body of Namjoon cannot be seen. You scream when you find one where you see blood everywhere, you are resigned to look down at the ground where Hoseok was crouching kissing the inside of your thighs.

Your mind tried to process the idea that Namjoon had been killed, mutilated and thrown into a river that washed away his body along with happy memories. Farewell to him was prolonged as your body faded in pain.

Hoseok enjoyed the sight of your eyes tightly closed, his cock throbbing inside you as she fucked you like his wife.

The head of the bed moved crashing into the wall, and unconsciously your walls tightened around it causing it to release a curse aloft to the sky.

We got to the end of the movie, smiled as he dazzled the credits by seeing Jungkook's lost name. His little bitch who was his toy for many years, laughed remembering how she did wonders with her mouth.

He pretended not to know him when her father introduced him, taunting her hurt face.

He held you in his arms tightly, you had been struggling to free yourself from his grip as he continued to abuse you over-stimulating your pussy. Your eyes closed falling asleep from crying so much.

He caressed your face, kissing your dry, chapped lips.

The end.

#bts #bts smut #bts yandere #yandere #kpop #yandere bts #yandere bts au #yandere kpop #yandere!bts #hoseok yandere #yandere hoseok #jhope #yandere! jhope #jhope smut #hoseok smut #bts fic #bts x reader #hoseok x reader #yandere hoseok x reader

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snakeboistan · 4 years ago

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3-E + KARASUNO + 1-A FRIENDSHIP GROUPS

Just a heads up that I don't really know that much about BNHA. Most of my knowledge comes from fanfics, tumblr posts and my bestie so some of these headcanons might be a bit OOC

Nagisa + Hinata + Midoriya

So I’ve already made posts about Nagisa, Hinata and Mido being the ultimate cinnamon roll trio who are the loves of my life, my sons and if anything happens to them I will kill everyone and then myself

Let me adopt them, please let me adopt them

I mean it is canon that Mama Midoriya is single right?...jk jk ... unless 👀

These precious babies are literally the sweetest guys ever and everyone’s ultimate hype men

They have their own protection squads and at least five people who have a crush on them (these bois be making people question their sexuality like it’s a past time)

They can also turn feral at any given moment and revert back to normal in a second

They act like its no big deal but they have legit traumatised people before

I know that Nagisa and Midoriya are ✨ notebook buddies ✨ but I like to think that Hinata keeps a volleyball journal like Kageyama (like the adorable boyfriend he is) and shows it off proudly to them and Nagisa and Mido are so proud of their tangerine bestie and they teach him how to make notes and analyse like they do and are just so pure (ILOVETHEMSOMUCHYOUHAVENOIDEA)

It’s a legit hazard to have them in the same place because the intensity of the combined smiles of a baby sunshine crow, baby sunshine snake and baby sunshine bunny can wipe out anyone in a 10 km radius

But what a way to go, am I right?

Also, I’m adding Yamaguchi here because he’s a sweetie who can and will end someone if they try to mess with Tsukki the people he cares about

Do not under any circumstances try to mess with the trio that is Nagi, Yama and Mido because they know all of your secrets and are not afraid to use that to their benefit

Isogai + Daichi + Iida

Did you mean: Dad Friends

Someone help them

It aint easy being a teen parent but they make it work

Also I’m a total simp for all three of them like Iida is everything I want IDKY I’m not saying its the glasses but its totally the glasses

Can and will do the disappointed dad stare. It is effective.

These three meet up to despair about their schoolmates and within five minutes one (or all) of them is getting a phone call because someone needs to be bailed out of jail

Isogai and Iida are class rep goals just saying

They love their classmates but why are they like this

Daichi: *watching Noya and Tanaka egg on the Terasaka gang to let them connect sleds on Yoshida’s motorbikes and go speed racing down the mountain* I ask myself that everyday

Just...someone give them a vacation and some aspirin because they need it

But not for too long because they are the few responsible ones

Midoriya: *mumbling* That’s funny considering that Iida tried to murder someone in cold blood

1-A members not aware of the Hosu Incident (so basically everyone except for Mido, Todo and Glasses Sonic): WHAT?!

Karma: Really? That’s weird. Nagisa tried to do that as well

3-E members that didn’t confront Takaoka: WAIT WHAT?!

Karasuno: *paling* who the f*ck are these people…

Fuwa + Nakamura + Kiyoko + Ashido + Aoyama

The ultimate shippers

Listen, look me in the eyes and tell me that Shimizu Kiyoko doesn’t ship her team and that she does not have a group chat with all of the other managers where they gossip about who’s dating who. Look me right in the eyes and tell me that does not happen.

These people know all of the gossip

Well actually Nagisa knows all of the tea in 3-E but Fuwa is a close second

Ultimate wingpeople

Kataoka + Ennoshita + Momo

I don’t want to say mum friend but they are the most responsible ones if Isogai, Daichi and Iida aren’t around

They are beings to be feared, you dont wanna cross them

There was once a time when all three of them are angered and everyone still has emotional scars to this day

The only ones who can control the chaos

Can also smack talk people like a pro

Have soft spots for the cinnamon rolls

Just imagine the three of them sitting around one of those circular umbrella tables outside of a cafe wearing matching sunglasses and drinking smoothies out of a straw as they judge everyone

Kimura + Hinata + Kageyama + Kirishima

GYM BUDDIES

Listen, there are athletes and there are athletes™

These boys are the latter

They race all of the time

I’m not kidding

Everything is a race

Arm wrestles galore

Hazama + Tsukishima + Tokoyami

Masters of snark

Looks like they can kill you, can actually kill you

Hang out with each other to get away from the stupidity of everyone around them

Hazama and Tokoyami are just chillin’ talking about demonic sacrifice and Tsukki’s like ‘you guys are more tolerable than the feral children I’ll stay here’

Literally have no cares at all

If you approach them they will make you cry

Chiba + Hayami + Kageyama + Todoroki

The chill kids

All they do is vibe in the background

They’re entire friendship is just *blank stare* *eye contact* *small nod*

And you know what? That’s valid

Are also totally willing to hide a body 24/7

Todo convinces the other three that his theories are legit

Terasaka Squad + Nishinoya + Tanaka + Bakusquad

CHAOS

That is it

Do I need to go on?

Kurahashi + Kouda

Soft bbys

Would die for them

Go on bug hunting expeditions

Hang out at petting zoos

Kurahashi has fallen in love with Kouda's bunnies as she should

Are proud parents of every single furry and crawlie critter on the E-Class mountain

Dont worry Nagisa gets to keep his snakes

Go to pet stores and animal shelters

pure cinnamon rolls

Maehara + Tanaka + Nishinoya + Kaminari

Best hype men

Praise each other like no other

Maehara and Calamari keep on getting annoyed because everyone keeps on pretending to not be able to tell the two apart

They can it's just that it's fun to mess with them

Karasuma + Ukai + Aizawa

The ‘I came here determined not to get attached and now I’ve adopted a gang of teenagers’

Are literally one second away from becoming alcoholics

Are constantly ready to ‘subtly’ brag about how their students are improving in training

Karasuma and Aizawa go over sparring procedures and Ukai is just like ‘your students have WEAPONS?!?’

Tsundere but parents

Best Dads

They love their kids

But dont tell anyone that

It’s okay they know anyway

Will deck anyone that hurts their chaos children in any way

Koro-Sensei + Takeda + Yagi

PROUD PAPAS

THEY LOVE THEIR KIDS SO MUCH

THEY CAN SPEND 1284720 HOURS BRAGGING ABOUT HOW AWESOME THEIR KIDS STUDENTS ARE

HAVE WALLETS WITH THEIR PHOTOS IN THEM Yagi’s is just 20+ pictures of Midoriya but shhhh

*Todoroki’s conspiracy theory senses tingle*

They could be at the groceries but they’ll still find a way to brag about their kids

#assassination classroom #haikyuu!!#boku no hero academia

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kallypsowrites · 4 years ago

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Ruin and Rising Thoughts

And so we come to the end of the journey. I’m going to give my thoughts on this third book and then my thoughts on the series as a whole since this is the end.

First off, the pacing of this one was WAY better than Siege and Storm. I was never bored. It kept me invested. I think occasionally she went too heavy on occasionally meaningless cliffhangers, but that’s a minor thing. This book is much more like Shadow and Bone in terms of pacing and its great.

I like the band of good guy characters. The little found family. Not all of the side characters were given much characterization, but those who did were great. Zoya, Genya, David, Tamar, Tolya--they all bounced off of each other in interesting ways. They were so different and that made the banter really funny.

I love Nikolai with all my heart and soul. He is a good boy and it was hard/excellent to see him suffer. Hard because, my poor baby, good because I love lowest points for confident characters. Regardless, he means the world.

Mal, to give credit, very rarely frustrated me in this book. He only had a few pieces of dialogue that got under my skin but for the most point he was supportive, said the right things, heroic etc. I wish this had come earlier in the series because its hard to switch to loving a character when you’ve spent the first two books being angry at him. But I can’t complain about him too much. The twist I can complain about, but we’ll get to that in a second.

Alina. My sunshine girl. She’s so powerful in this book. Owning her abilities. Really coming into her own. I love her and I’ll fight anyone in the book who implies she might become evil with power because that’s a dumb. fucking. trope. I’m not saying there’s not a path where Alina couldn’t go dark. hell I’d be very interested to write a story where she’s a little darker. But as she was in this, she didn’t deserve that speculation. She’s the best.

The Darkling. Aleksander. He both managed to be the most sinister and the most human in this book. So many soft moments but so many terrifying moments. I love his complicated messed up self and I was sad to see him die though I knew it needed to happen. If he was going to have a redemption arc, it needed to start in book 2 and the ending of that made clear this was going to be a tragic finish, so I accepted that.

Alina and the Darkling were on FIRE this book. Every scene full of tension. Every scene full of that push and pull. So much good dialogue and yet also the most vulnerability between them. There is nothing better than a couple that starts out with a power in difference that gradually changes to equals. The FLAVOR. He mourns the loss of her powers and even after killing him, she cries and she cares and she mourns him. Fuck me UP.

Now for the things I didn’t like.

The additional world building in this was kind of a mess. The Morozova backstory + the living amplifiers and what it meant and Mal being the amplifier. It felt rushed and clumsy and not natural. The rewriting of the mercy vs murder thing for claiming amplifiers felt like a cop out and then not killing Mal was an additional cop out.

As far as the endgame ship, its not that I didn’t think Leigh wrote it well at many points. Their culminating love scene was good on an objective level. And I think at the end of the day, I just have different taste in ships and stories because I wasn’t invested. I COULDN’T be invested, next to the other two ships I was given. I really do think it would have been more interesting if both mal and the Darkling died and Alina was left to pick up the pieces with Nikolai with a friendship love between them that could grow into more. Then at least I could have seen my girl in power.

Cause goddamn it I WANTED power for Alina. And I know people could make the argument that SHE didn’t want it but she did. Giving up her power wasn’t even a choice she got to make. It just happened. And personally I just want more narratives where strong female characters get to keep their magic powers and their power in society. We don’t get enough of it and so many times I see them go to ‘the simple life’. It’s not that simple life isn’t a valid need. But it didn’t feel like a proper culmination of her arc and it left things feeling hollow.

Much as I am a Darklina, I’m not saying she should have ended up with the Darkling. Not in this story at least. If I were going to have them end up together, it would require a very different story starting from the beginning of book two. It wouldn’t have worked to redeem him at the end of book 3. Leigh set it up that it had to end that way. And maybe a part of me wishes for an alternative story. Which, you know, is why I’m going to write a fanfic, but that’s for later.

I don’t think the series capitalizes fully on some of its themes. Especially the idea of the Grisha being oppressed and having to struggle to survive and the reasons behind why the Darkling does what he does. it’s brushed on. Discussed a bit. But it never REALLY delves which is a shame because that’s an interesting theme.

At the end of the day, this series has a lot of good moments, a lot of interesting themes. A lot of characters I love and adore. But I think the parts are stronger than the whole. Unlike Six of Crows which I think really sticks the landing on all fronts, this one stumbles a bit. But I still like it and I have a lot of hope for the show.

But I hope you all enjoyed this long liveblogging process. Feel free to share your thoughts here or via ask as well. i love chatting about the series since Shadow and Bone is my whole personality now!

#shadow and bone #the grishaverse #ruin and rising #r&r liveblog #darklina

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imdoingthismspaintadventure · 4 years ago

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In which we overkill a bird

Dave: Get a towel or something!

Dave: Don’t panic and carry a towel

What in the jesus cartwheeling fuck is this?

Is that a pimp person-sized puppet hanging in front of the door?

Why

You head out to get a TOWEL from the bathroom across the hall. You glance at one of the many RADICAL PUPPETS in your BRO'S collection and nod in approval.

The fact that Dave sees them as awesome is disturbing

Also a contrast to how both John and Rose clearly hate the respective hobbies of their parents.

Is there anything not awesome about your BRO? No, you think not.

Meanwhile Dave here is learning wrong things from his bro about life

.......

I’m not even gonna ask

You enter the bathroom. There's a damp towel on the floor you can probably use for this crisis. You stop to pay a little respect to one of your BRO'S boys up there. Hey lil' man. How's it hangin'?

NO DON’T BRING ATTENTION TO IT YOU FUCK

Why is it in the shower?

Dave: Captchalogue damp towel.

God I had forgoten how incredibly awful his captalogue thing was. I still think Rose’s one is probably worse.

You take the DAMP TOWEL (2+1+2+2 + 2+1+2+1+2 = 15 % 10 = 5), expelling the BOX (2+1+2 = 5 % 10 = 5).

You have to be quite a wordsmith to use this one though.

Dave: Search the bathroom for something slightly less damp.

Nah, you just decide to wring this towel out into the toilet to make it less damp. It is now just a TOWEL (2+1+2+1+2 = 8 % 10 = 8).

Or you could also do this kind of bullshit.

That works too.

Dave: Take towel.

You take the TOWEL, and grab the BOX again while you're at it.

I like when things work out, instead of spending 50 pages wrestling with our inventory : )

SO now we have the blue box, the katana and the towel. Nice.

I can still see that thing on the corner of the image why

Dave: Clean up the juice.

PROGRESS : D

You CLEAN (2+2+1+1+2 = 8) up the juice with the TOWEL and hang the damp BETA ENVELOPES on your line to dry off.

Really clever use of CLEAN (8) with TOWEL (8). When this one works it is awesome

...

nonononono

FAN, DON’T YOU DARE FUCK US OVER!!!

You were the tool for our decisive victory in an adventure past, our giding light! Don’t betray us now! Why are you working so well now of all times??

In the breeze of the FAN, the betas jostle near the OPEN WINDOW. This arrangement is a little disconcerting. If they fell out, it sure would be a stupid way to lose them.

....They are totally gonna fall

Dave: Turn off the fan.

....really???

Everything ....worked out well??

The crisis is easily averted. You can't imagine it will ever resurface later in any way, shape, or form. That beta is as good as yours, forever.

What is gonna happen to make us lose it? Because I can just smell some bullshit coming. No way doing things in a simple way doesn’t have terrible consequences

==>

You should probably go pester Egbert again. You wonder if he found the beta yet. You also might chat about your respective SYLLADICES and FETCH MODI, if the topic happens to come up. You wonder if he is anywhere near as smooth with his sylladex as you are. Probably not. It's probably not even humanly possi...

Oh god it cut off

What the fuck is going to happen when I click the next page, I am afraid.

...

WHAT

WHAT THE FUCK

A CROW????

I give up ever predicting anything in this comic.

This is a dangerously absurd level of shenanigans, right now on display. What in the feathery fuck is a crow doing near your apartment window, where the fuck do you live, Dave??

Suddenly a RAMBUNCTIOUS CROW flies in the open window and snatches the beta, possibly to make a nest with, or maybe just for the sake of being a brainless feathery asshole. You yell at the bird.

This just sounds like a pissed off DM screwing your player character.

It’s kinda amazing.

I think I said before that these kids made dumb choices but I feel like even if you made all the right choices, the universe would just do some bullshit like this to keep you on your toes. A crow grabbed the betas, your argument is invalid.

OH FUCK THIS WAS COOL AS HELL

Weaponized words, yeeted swords

yes

Holy shit we just murderized the fuck out of that bird, with extreme prejudice. Impaled with a motherfucking katana.

...And he just fell out of the window

.....well shit. At least we lost it in a waaay cooler way than I was expecting.

You accidentally launch your NINJA SWORD. Everything goes flying out the window, dead bird and all.

Someone down there is going to find a bird with a weaboo anime sword running throw its chest, and they are going to be very very confused.

==>

okay that is adorable

No one can ever know about this.

You are precious, you cool nerd.

something tells me that your bro would approve of this. If someone told me that the way they lost their sword was by impaling a fucking crow I would lose my fucking mind

Dave: Look out window.

What the fuck I was thinking it was a simple image and then merlin the fucking sorcerer jumpscared me.

Does this mean we are going back to Rose now? It seems like a good point to stop then.

....what even happened today? We murdered a crow, lost a copy, and now I have a petrified wizard that looks high as a kite in front of me

I love this comic so much

#Homestuck #homestuck liveblog #homestuck act 2 #mspaintadventures #mspaintadventures liveblog #act 2 #dave #bird #fucking birds #fatality

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tcnseigad · 4 years ago

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GREEK GOD AESTHETICS :

APHRODITE. laughter-loving. sweet smiles. dressed in silk and satin. flower in their hair. sees the world as a runway. unapologetically sexual. the sea washing their ankles.in love with love. stirrer of passion. cunning concealed by painted lips. secret daggers. doves. revolution in their kiss. delighting in the waves. flirtatious winks.strolling along the beach. staring wistfully from a balcony. this is how to be a heartbreaker. wants to be adored. gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO. glitz and glamour. art galleries. turning the volume up. being made of gold.neatly organized music sheets. notebooks filled with poetry. bathing in the sunlight. the powerful urge to create. collecting vinyl records. beautiful cover of wonder wall. playing multiple instruments. tasting like sunshine. healing touch. speaking in prophecies. smile mingled with wrath. shunning lies. sporting shades. hanging out at music festivals with their friends. sleeps naked. arrow to the heart. paintbrushes. probably has a tinder account.

ARES. armed for battle. wants to raise a dog with their significant other. soft spot for children. gives piggyback rides. scarred body. blood on their hands and face. willing to fight the world for the ones they love. fights against injustice. warm hugs. well worn combat boots. boxing gloves. bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles. fist raised in protest. ignites revolutions. fear is a prison. more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think. exhausted. damaged goods. force to be reckoned with. red roses.curses under their breath.

ATHENA. discerning gaze. unreadable face. quiet museums. owl perched on their finger. armor that intimidates. eye for architecture. plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses. studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid. big fan of logic. loves brain teasers. ancient buildings. sweaters in neutrals and cool colours. hair done up. can kill you with their brain. heads to the library often to research. sharpened pencils. abs that can cut steel. stoic statues. pottery classes.

DEMETER. soil-covered hands. smile that can bloom flowers. skin loved by the sun. being the mom friend. can lift you and your friends. flowers kept in the pockets of overalls. takes pride in their beautiful garden. speaks to their plants. leaves rustling in the wind. stalks of wheat. picking fruit. greenhouses. heart as strong as a mountain. values simplicity. daisies dotted across a collarbone. curls crowned with flowers. folded pile of sweaters in warm hues. pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

ARTEMIS. keen sense of a hunter. freckles like constellations on their skin. piercing eyes. disheveled braid. moonlight peeking through the shadows. the calm of the forest at night. lying on the grass and staring at the stars. mother doe and her fawn. protecting their kin. the moon shimmering on a still lake. quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree. running with wolves. bonding while circled around a campfire. not being much of a people person. arrow hitting a target. popping egos. patience on 3%. touches heaven and returns howling.

HEPHAESTUS. the calloused hands of someone who knows labor. sweaty brow. flame burning in their eyes. inventive mind. broad shoulders. steampunk goggles. nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes. ashes. striking a match. blueprints for future projects. fixing up a busted-up car and giving it cool upgrades. wrestles with bitterness. work boots have seen better years. wrinkled plaid shirts. iron melted in blazing fire. huge jackets. crafting masterpieces. greased stained overalls. fascination with robotics. pain is fuel. stack of weaponry. even their muscles have muscles.

HERA. resting bitch face. dressed to the nines. cows grazing on a pasture. cool rain. loving and hating fiercely. hand clutching a string of pearls. large chandelier with glittering crystals. plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims. romance to realism. pictures of the sky while flying on a plane. files that under fuck it. downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix. like their selfie or you’re grounded. knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man. dark eyes that penetrate your soul. marble and gold.

DIONYSUS. drunk shitposter. on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second. seductive smirks. untamed curls. rich fabrics on dark skin. sleek furred panthers. theatre masks. stage productions. receiving a standing ovation. rose caught between their teeth. being the baby of the bunch. wild parties that last from sundown to sunup. creeping vines. inspiring loyalty. grand opera houses. masquerade balls. rolls of film. shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine spilled floor. pouring champagne into flutes. lives for the applause.

HERMES. devil-may-care smile. always up-to-date on the latest technology. will steal your french fries. does it for the vine. shitposter. puts googly eyes on everything. meme hoarder. long drives on the highway. ma and pop diners. spontaneous road trips. folded maps. fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop. shooting hoops on the basketball court. chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations. goes jogging in the morning. mixes redbull with coffee. menace on april fool’s. hoodies and sneakers.

HADES. walking home alone in the early morning. back alleys. drinking alone in a graveyard. crippling loneliness hidden by sarcasm and cynicism. crows picking a carcass. untended dead flowers. the black sheep of the family. black coffee. money can’t buy you happiness. murder mystery dinner parties. blood on your shirt collar.dust illuminated by sunlight. classical music. dogs are better than people. a quiet wrath. shady business deals. taking what you are owed. paint it black. seasonal affective disorder. popping the suit collar. grey rain on a cityscape.

POSEIDON. storm with skin. colorful coral reefs. waves crashing against the shore. stroking the soft fur of a cat. their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop. tousled locks. clothes smeared with paint. owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more. leather jackets. fondness for diy projects. handwriting that flows across the page. nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin. velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams. mood as ever-changing as the sea. the roar of a motorcycle. compass with a spinning arrow.

ZEUS. thunder in their heart. running on coffee. flash of lightning. unnatural charisma. eloquence. badass in a nice suit. aficionado of history. force of nature. lennyface. nightmare-filled nights. proud arm around their lover’s waist. high - rise buildings. planes soaring through a cloudless sky. technician on the piano. maintains order. strong handshake. juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease. expensive watch.

tagged by: @nephriteus

tagging: all new followers from this past week! @ me so I can read it!

#this was cool]#headcanons #Sesshomaru

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ruthlessnessisyourdesire-archive · 5 years ago

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// Anon you’re a damn cheat lol OK I’ll post a few but not all of those hearts. My God.

@rk800isalive > OK you know the love drill for Eme but it’s fully here > Click

@stayhuman-genevieve > Same thing with my babes Lea and that love > Click

@coffee-and-guns > Feli I love you to death. You are one of my best friends. I’m blessed you commented on that one fic (I can’t remember lol) when you did. Such a long time ago it seems but that’s the moment we were in this. Your writing is wonderful. You make me laugh all the time with our mutual insatiable thirst. And our OTP? Lotixty? They were born from crack originally and damn I cannot imagine NOT having the 60 x Lotus ship. I’m glad to share that with you and even happier to call you a friend for life.

@diivinerose > Curls! We’ve been doing this for so long and I’m just so happy we met across the other side of this fandom. Even happier that we get to do this together. You’re a literal babe. You’ve been there for me during some really rough shit especially now. We can talk about anything and you’re a literal best friend. Your writing is so much better than you give yourself credit for. Same goes for your muse who my muses adore. That good DD60 x Main!D? OTP BABY. Let’s not forget the OTP to top OTP’s with Det!D and Corvus. Finally we get to bring our problematic loves to full swing here. I missed them. I’m so happy to call you a friend for life too babes. I love you too much.

@ninehartx > My canon Nines right here! The only Nines of my life! Iron you are simply amazing. That goes for you as a person, friend and your muses. All of them, especially the wonderful boy that is Aiden Barnes, deserves so much recognition. Your writing is wonderful. I love when we plot. I love when we just chat. You’ve done some amazing things for me while I’ve been going through ish but I will never forget it. Chatting with you daily just brightens my life. You’re one of a kind. And Sixden? My OTP boys are absolute love. I adore you.

@creatorofclay > Waifu! WAIFU # 2! Kam, Ash, Clay you’re such a delight. I mean I’m super stoked that we’re finally interacting so much. You are my Kamski. The canon Kamski of my life and 60 secretly (and not so secretly) has a thing for his creator. Then again so does Corvus in that killer human au but you know what I mean. ;) Platonic murder husbands otp? Never thought that dynamic would come about but damn it’s gonna be a blast. Talking to you is always a blast. You’re so chill and down to earth. I love hearing you in VC and damn I still haven’t been able to go live in VC with you there. Hopefully soon. I adore the hell out of you Kam. Your writing is amazing.

@rxseguided > Cupcake! My sweet angel babe! I love you a lot. We’ve only just started really interacting but damn do I love every minute of it. I’m all on that Jesse x Corvus. You have no idea. He’s just so stuck on her in almost every verse but the killer au? Oh man that’s juicy. 60 never expected to gain an adoptive mother but he’s rolling with it. He just loves his angel mom. Every time you pop on I’m just so down to chat. You’re super fun, chill and amazing all around. That writing tho! You’re so good and let me tell you this. Jesse is an amazing original muse and deserves all the damn love in the world.

@dulcis-pythonissam > My baby Hime you are wonderful. I am so happy you followed me when you did. I’m even happier we started chatting. You’re such a sweet person even if you might not see it. Please just have my hugs. You deserve them. Shizu is absolutely adorable and needs more love! All my muses are here to give her that but I’m already hype on this cute Shizu x Nines. Look what you started with that ask. I love to read your threads. I love to read your plotting. Your Kara is wonderful and 60 is totally in love. I love you lots!

@deviant-by-design > Already gave my love to my baby Crow and their amazing Connor here > Click

@vexeddetective > Lots of love for Vex my babe already gushed here > Click

@nightofthefall > Cherub I will tell you this as I have always. You are a talented writer and you will go far. I remember when you first started talking to me in the other side of this fandom. You were the last good thing to come out of that before I moved away from that mess into here. Your muse deserves more. She’s very well thought and unique. I will always give you writing advice, tell you that your writing is better than you think. Just know you are the sweetest!

@musesdivine > I know you’re on a break here right now but Tori you are an absolute doll. When you followed me I saw Alex and immediately fell in love. 60 was just “ha! a new foil!” And Connor? Well, Connor loves Alex with all of his synthetic heart. Conlex is here and is waiting to set sail again. Then came the rest of your muses. I love them all. I love your writing. I love you! You deserve all good things. I’m glad to have met you through this fandom and will always be grateful we made the choice to dm each at the same time. lol It was too good! And you’re too precious ok?

@amyriadofmuses > A literal babe. You were one of the first people to follow this blog and I’m just so blessed to know you. You’re so sweet and just I love when we get the chance to interact. 60 is all in for Vanessa. He fooled around and fell in love. You tackle so many muses in so many different fandoms and I just adore reading all of yours threads. Please give me all of your DBH muses. I want to interact with each one. With all of my muses. Your writing is lovely. You put so much effort into every single muse and you’re a mutual for life.

@fearlessandchaotic > OK let me just say I missed all the plotting and just being chill in chat. Shenanigans are afoot! Shenanigans are being had! I’m so happy we’re back at it. All of my muses just want to pounce and 60? Oh boy 60 is a hyper puppy with his precious fox around. Let me give love to your Chloe as well. I’m so ready ok? It’s been so great getting back to it. Here’s to more and more my baby Ely!

@theveryfirst > Angel babe who is the Dove to 60′s stone cold heart. I’ve missed you a lot and whenever you manage to pop back up, I just gush. You’re super sweet and were one of the early ones to follow this blog. I’m happy you gave 60 a chance because Sixloe? SIXLOE. I ADORE THEM SO MUCH. She’s so soft and he’s so hard. They just fit so well. All of that good plot we’ve done I’m still ready to do. Whenever you’re ready babes. I love your Chloe so much. Your writing is just beautiful.

@beeutifulmuses > Bee! My precious Bee! I adore you! You’re just so wonderful and such a pleasure to chat with! I’m super happy you dropped on Corvus and I love the added dynamic we’ve plotted with your Forgiveness (tommy) for the demon au. Let me say that you have many a muse that are just so well thought out, canons and oc’s alike. I love reading you on my dash. I love plotting. I am so looking forward to more threads together. You’re just a wonderful writer and I’m so glad to know you!

@negotiiator > Andrew! While we haven’t interacted in a thread lately I just want to give love to this wonderful Connor. Your blog is always so aesthetically pleasing. I love to read you when you pop up on my dash. 60 is just always gritting his teeth and wanting to pounce. He has to suck it up because you’re a pleasure to see. Your writing is just too good. I’m glad you followed when you did. Slap me up in dms again. 60 wants to love on you....with his fist but still.

@anderson-residence > My baby Alley! All the muses. Give me all the muses for all my muses! You’ve been nothing but a doll from the moment you followed me on my Connor blog. That was the first and then you followed me here and beyond. I love seeing all of your plot, ideas and just your enthusiasm for all of your muses. It’s infectious. You have such a great sense of humor and I love you to pieces!

@idontkillorphans > FLO! I love you to death. Sleip is such a mood and a wonderful OC. Whenever you’re on the dash I smile because I know he’s up to something. lol I want to interact more especially with my devil man Corvus. You’re super sweet and just an all around wonderful person. <3

@jericholeader > OK but the Markus queen herself. Always a pleasure to see on the dash. I just adore the way you write Markus. I love your writing. It’s just so good. Becca you’re an angel and I have to toss my muses more at you. 60 is just shaking his head whenever he sees Markus doing good. He hates it but secretly respects him for standing his ground. You’re amazing OK? OK.

@dpd-detective-in-training > 60 is in love with one Isles Turney and I can’t stop him. Seeing you on the dash whenever you are able just makes me smile. I’m super glad you followed me. I adore Isles so much. She deserves way more love. Honestly, she deserves the damn world and no one will tell me otherwise. That’s the truth.

// OK I lied. I posted more than the hearts you sent lol Give all of these babes some love. Oh and shout outs to >

@gracioustwin > Whenever you come back let me love on you with my muses. You’re such a sweetheart. Hannah is love.

@cyberlifefortune > While you just followed me here and on a few of my other blogs, I can already say you are a pleasure. I’ve been reading everything you write on my dash and I’m super excited to start writing with you!

@electricshxxp > Just started following but already I’m so hype to interact. 60 is ready for Kamski. Been reading you on my dash and I’m loving it. I’m super excited to start writing and plotting!

#ask database #identifying: inferior #//process:anon//#[meme // replies]#[code: long post]#[05/05]

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kinslayr · 5 years ago

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greek god aesthetic

aphrodite

laughter-loving. sweet smiles. dressed in silk and satin. flower in their hair. sees the world as a runway. unapologetically sexual. the sea washing their ankles. in love with love. stirrer of passion. cunning concealed by painted lips. secret daggers. doves. revolution in their kiss. delighting in the waves. flirtatious winks. strolling along the beach. staring wistfully from a balcony. this is how to be a heartbreaker. wants to be adored. gets turned on by danger.

apollo

glitz and glamour. art galleries. turning the volume up. being made of gold. neatly organized music sheets. notebooks filled with poetry. bathing in the sunlight. the powerful urge to create. collecting vinyl records. beautiful cover of wonderwall. playing multiple instruments. tasting like sunshine. healing touch. speaking in prophecies. smile mingled with wrath. shunning lies. sporting shades. hanging out at music festivals with their friends. sleeps naked. arrow to the heart. paintbrushes. probably has a tinder account.

ares

armed for battle. wants to raise a dog with their significant other. soft spot for children. gives piggyback rides. scarred body. blood on their hands and face. willing to fight the world for the ones they love. fights against injustice. warm hugs. well worn combat boots. boxing gloves. bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles. fist raised in protest. ignites revolutions. fear is a prison. more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think. exhausted. damaged goods. force to be reckoned with. red roses. curses under their breath.

athena

discerning gaze. unreadable face. quiet museums. owl perched on their finger. armor that intimidates. eye for architecture. plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses. studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid. big fan of logic. loves brain teasers. ancient buildings. sweaters in neutrals and cool colours. hair done up. can kill you with their brain. heads to the library often to research. sharpened pencils. abs that can cut steel. stoic statues. pottery classes.

demeter

soil-covered hands. smile that can bloom flowers. skin loved by the sun. being the mom friend. can lift you and your friends. flowers kept in the pockets of overalls. takes pride in their beautiful garden. speaks to their plants. leaves rustling in the wind. stalks of wheat. picking fruit. greenhouses. heart as strong as a mountain. values simplicity. daisies dotted across a collarbone. curls crowned with flowers. folded pile of sweaters in warm hues. pulling fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

artemis

keen sense of a hunter. freckles like constellations on their skin. piercing eyes. disheveled braid. moonlight peeking through the shadows. the calm of the forest at night. lying on the grass and staring at the stars. mother doe and her fawn. protecting their kin. the moon shimmering on a still lake. quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree. running with wolves. bonding while circled around a campfire. not being much of a people person. arrow hitting a target. popping egos. patience on 3%. touches heaven and returns howling.

hephaestus

the calloused hands of someone who knows labor. sweaty brow. flame burning in their eyes. inventive mind. broad shoulders. steampunk goggles. nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes. ashes. striking a match. blueprints for future projects. fixing up a busted-up car and giving it cool upgrades. wrestles with bitterness. work boots have seen better years. wrinkled plaid shirts. iron melted in blazing fire. huge jackets. crafting masterpieces. greased stained overalls. fascination with robotics. pain is fuel. stack of weaponry. even their muscles have muscles.

hera

resting bitch face. dressed to the nines. cows grazing on a pasture. cool rain. loving and hating fiercely. hand clutching a string of pearls. large chandelier with glittering crystals. plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims. romance to realism. pictures of the sky while flying on a plane. files that under fuck it. downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix. like their selfie or you’re grounded. knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man. dark eyes that penetrate your soul. marble and gold.

dionysus

drunk shitposter. on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second. seductive smirks. untamed curls. rich fabrics on dark skin. sleek furred panthers. theatre masks. stage productions. receiving a standing ovation. rose caught between their teeth. being the baby of the bunch. wild parties that last from sundown to sunup. creeping vines. inspiring loyalty. grand opera houses. masquerade balls. rolls of film. shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine spilled floor. pouring champagne into flutes. lives for the applause.

hermes

devil-may-care smile. always up-to-date on the latest technology. will steal your french fries. does it for the vine. shitposter. puts googly eyes on everything. meme hoarder. long drives on the highway. ma and pop diners. spontaneous road trips. folded maps. fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop. shooting hoops on the basketball court. chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations. goes jogging in the morning. mixes redbull with coffee. menace on april fool’s. hoodies and sneakers.

hades

walking home alone in the early morning. back alleys. drinking alone in a graveyard. crippling loneliness hidden by sarcasm and cynicism. crows picking a carcass. untended dead flowers. the black sheep of the family. black coffee. money can’t buy you happiness. murder mystery dinner parties. blood on your shirt collar. dust illuminated by sunlight. classical music. dogs are better than people. a quiet wrath. shady business deals. taking what you are owed. paint it black. seasonal affective disorder. popping the suit collar. grey rain on a cityscape.

poseidon

storm with skin. colorful coral reefs. waves crashing against the shore. stroking the soft fur of a cat. their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop. tousled locks. clothes smeared with paint. owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more. leather jackets. fondness for diy projects. handwriting that flows across the page. nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin. velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams. mood as ever-changing as the sea. the roar of a motorcycle. compass with a spinning arrow.

zeus

thunder in their heart. running on coffee. flash of lightning. unnatural charisma. eloquence. badass in a nice suit. aficionado of history. force of nature. lennyface. nightmare-filled nights. proud arm around their lover’s waist. high - rise buildings. planes soaring through a cloudless sky. technician on the piano. maintains order. strong handshake. juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease. expensive watch.

tagged by: @goldgliitters !! <3 tagging: i... i have tagged people in this before BUT IF YOU’RE READING THIS YOU HAVE TO DO IT NOW.

#; ( dash games )#this was fun!!!#hanzo is v artemis apparently #with a touch of hades and athena lel

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coyotefaced · 5 years ago

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greek god aesthetic

aphrodite

apollo

ares

athena

demeter

artemis

hephaestus

hera

dionysus

hermes

hades

poseidon

zeus

tagged by @calamitiess tagging: i don’t play favorites.

#( about. ) ↳ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴜɴsʟɪɴɢᴇʀ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ

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reaperthegenius · 5 years ago

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10 Fav Fandoms

Name your top 10 fav character from 10 different fandoms (and tag 10 people).

Thanks @ruleofexception for the tag!

1. Haikyuu! - Bokuto. This buff owl boy makes me so happy and every time I see him I scream. He’s such an emotional mess which I relate to but he’s also super talented and really into his own successes. We love a confident king who also adopted everyone’s favorite crow baby, Hinata.

2. Red, White, & Royal Blue - Alex Claremont Diaz. Choosing a favorite from this book is near impossible for me but if I had to choose it would be Alex. This boy is literally the disaster bi the world has always needed and I literally love him so much. He is so much like me some times that it’s uncanny and his level of just being ridiculous all the time is hilarious and it’s also a constant mood for me.

3. Akagami no Shirayukihime - Obi, everyone’s favorite murder muffin. Obi is literally just amazing and I love him.

4. Hirunaka no Ryuusei - Mamura Daiki. This boy is so shy and adorable and I would protect him no matter what. He is a literally cutie and him blushing sends me every time.

5. Miraculous Ladybug - Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir. He’s a pun master and I love puns so I can’t help but love him. I also just think he’s such a cutie pie but he’s also got a heart of gold and he’s so caring. He’s a dense guy who needs to learn a lot but he tries so hard and I love me some effort.

6. One Day at a Time - Elena, she’s such a dork but I love it! She’s not always like me but we share a lot in common and I love to see it. She’s also such a caring person who is ready to take over and make the world a better place. I love the whole cast of course but Elena really takes the cake for me. She has grown so much in the time since the beginning of the show and watching her become such a wonderful person capable of so much despite her challenges is amazing!

7. She-Ra - Bow, easily. Ever since i saw this beautiful man wearing a crop top and naming his friends group, I was sold. He’s the cutest boy, but he’s also just such an amazing friend who is always looking out for others. I love this boy so much!

8. The Dragon Prince - Soren. He’s kinda dumb but he has such a good heart deep down and his growth has just made me love him more. He’s a cutie but he’s also just a conflicted kid trying his best.

9. Kung Fu Panda - Po. I love Tigress and she’s a really close second here but positive fat representation has always mattered a lot to me so seeing Po kick ass always makes me happy. He’s a funny, caring, dork and he tries so hard no matter what and I just love him.

10. Kakuriyo Bed & Breakfast for Spirits - Ginji. Cute fox boy stole my heart his first scene on screen and then he just kept doing it. He’s such a sweet dude and he can cook. What more can I say, he’s great.

Well, I have no idea if any of you have already done this but I’ll tag @wanatar @lobaluna02 and @fragile-luxury

#trying to choose ten fandoms was rough #i love wayyyy too many things and way too many characters #i managed tho and i think all of these are pretty much as close as i can get #tag post

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nightiingaled-a · 4 years ago

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Greek god aesthetic

Aphrodite

Apollo

Ares

Athena

Demeter

Artemis

Hephaestus

Hera

Dionysus

Hermes

Hades

Poseidon

Zeus

tagged by: @savedgames

tagging: it’s been hanging out awhile, if you haven’t done it, say I tagged you.

#♜ facts ⇾ tea.#long post for ts.#♜ we'll stay offline so no one gets hurt ⇾ queued post.

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savicrlessarchive · 5 years ago

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Greek Gods Aesthetic

Aphrodite

Apollo

Ares

Athena

Demeter

soil-covered hands. smile that can bloom flowers. skin loved by the sun. being the mom friend. can lift you and your friends. flowers kept in the pockets of overalls. takes pride in their beautiful garden. speaks to their plants. leaves rustling in the wind. stalks of wheat. picking fruit. greenhouses. heart as strong as a mountain. values simplicity. daisies dotted across a collarbone. curls crowned with flowers. folded pile of sweaters in warm hues. pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

Artemis

Hephaestus

Hera

Dionysus

Hermes

Hades

Poseidon

Zeus

tagged by: stole it

tagging: @exiled-sovereign, @jedicollins (if I didn’t already tag you), @intensediscipline, anyone else who wants to do it

#dash games.

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astraseason · 5 years ago

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Tagged by: @obsidiantias, ty... Tagging: @animaseason, @valorwilled, @halycondaze for muses of your choice........ otherwise steal it and say i tagged you u_u

APHRODITE. laughter-loving. sweet smiles. dressed in silk and satin. flower in their hair. sees the world as a runway. unapologetically sexual. the sea washing their ankles. in love with love. stirrer of passion. cunning concealed by painted lips. secret daggers. doves. revolution in their kiss. delighting in the waves. flirtatious winks. strolling along the beach. staring wistfully from a balcony. this is how to be a heartbreaker. wants to be adored. gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO. glitz and glamour. art galleries. turning the volume up. being made of gold. neatly organized music sheets. notebooks filled with poetry. bathing in the sunlight. the powerful urge to create. collecting vinyl records. beautiful cover of wonderwall. playing multiple instruments. tasting like sunshine. healing touch. speaking in prophecies. smile mingled with wrath. shunning lies. sporting shades. hanging out at music festivals with their friends. sleeps naked. arrow to the heart. paintbrushes. probably has a tinder account.

HADES. walking home alone in the early morning. back alleys. drinking alone in a graveyard. crippling loneliness hidden by sarcasm and cynicism. crows picking a carcass. untended dead flowers. the black sheep of the family. black coffee. money can’t buy you happiness. murder mystery dinner parties. blood on your shirt collar. dust illuminated by sunlight. classical music. dogs are better than people. a quiet wrath. shady business deals. taking what you are owed. paint it black. seasonal affective disorder. popping the suit collar. grey rain on a cityscape.

#✽ ― 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬. ﹙araceli | study.﹚#✽ ― 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐬. ﹙dash games.﹚#i might do another muse or two later but baby girl is on the brain so u_u

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dontmakeitweiird · 5 years ago

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OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS.

Stolen from @strickjagger

Tagging: @thehopcful @stvrmmutter @hannah-the-small @healing-and-promises @pawnshopsouls

APHRODITE. laughter loving. sweet smiles. dressed in silk and satin. flower in their hair. sees the world as a runway. unapologetically sexual. the sea washing their ankles. in love with love. stirrer of passion. cunning concealed by painted lips. secret daggers. doves. revolution in their kiss. delighting in the waves. flirtatious winks. strolling along the beach. staring wistfully from a balcony. this is how to be a heartbreaker. wants to be adored. gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO. glitz and glamour. art galleries. turning the volume up. being made of gold. neatly organised music sheets. notebooks filled with poetry. bathing in the sunlight. the powerful urge to create. collecting vinyl records. beautiful cover of wonderwall. playing multiple instruments. tasting like sunshine. healing touch. speaking in prophecies. smile mingled with wrath. shunning lies. sporting shades. hanging out at music festivals with their friends. sleeps naked. arrow to the heart. paint brushes. probably has a tinder account.

ATHENA. discerning gaze. unreadable face. quiet museums. owl perched on their finger. armour that intimidates. eye for architecture. plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses. studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid. big fan of logic. loves brain teasers. ancient buildings. sweaters in neutrals and cool colours. hair done up. can kill you with their brain. heads to the library often to research. sharpened pencils. abs that can cut steel. stoic statues. pottery classes.

DEMETER. soil covered hands. smile that can bloom flowers. skin loved by the sun. being the mom friend. can lift you and your friends. flowers kept in the pockets of overalls. takes pride in their beautiful garden. speaks to their plants. leaves rustling in the wind. stalks of wheat. picking fruit. greenhouses. heart as strong as a mountain. values simplicity. daisies dotted across a collarbone. curls crowned with flowers. folded pile of sweaters in warm hues. pulling out fresh baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

HEPHAESTUS. the calloused hands of someone who knows labor. sweaty brow. flame burning in their eyes. inventive mind. broad shoulders. steampunk goggles. nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes. ashes. striking a match. blueprints for future projects. fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades. wrestles with bitterness. work boots have seen better years. wrinkled plaid shirts. iron melted in blazing fire. huge jackets. crafting masterpieces. greased stained overalls. fascination with robotics. pain is fuel. stack of weaponry. even their muscles have muscles.

HERMES. devil - may - care smile. always up - to - date on the latest technology. will steal your french fries. does it for the vine. shitposter. puts googly eyes on everything. meme hoarder. long drives on the highway. ma and pop diners. spontaneous road trips. folded maps. fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop. shooting hoops on the basketball court. chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations. goes jogging in the morning. mixes redbull with coffee. menace on april fool’s. hoodies and sneakers.

HADES. walking home alone in the early morning. back alleys. drinking alone in a graveyard. crippling loneliness hidden by sarcasm and cynicism. crows picking a carcass. untended dead flowers. the black sheep of the family. black coffee. money can’t buy you happiness. murder mystery dinner parties. blood on your shirt collar. dust illuminated by sunlight. classical music. dogs are better than people. a quiet wrath. shady business deals. taking what you are owed. paint it black. seasonal affective disorder. popping the suit collar. grey rain on a cityscape.

POSEIDON. storm with skin. colorful coral reefs. waves crashing against the shore. stroking the soft fur of a cat. their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop. tousled locks. clothes smeared with paint. owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more. leather jackets. fondness for diy projects. handwriting that flows across the page. nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin. velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams. mood as ever - changing as the sea. the roar of a motorcycle. compass with a spinning arrow.

ZEUS. thunder in their heart. running on coffee. flash of lightning. unnatural charisma. eloquence. badass in a nice suit. aficionado of history. force of nature. lennyface. nightmare - filled nights. proud arm around their lover’s waist. high - rise buildings. planes soaring through a cloudless sky. technician on the piano. maintains order. strong handshake. juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease. expensive watch.

#-Meme

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iwillgiveyoumyhappiness · 5 years ago

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박우진, Park Woojin

anonymous asked:

hello can i request (more) woojin fluff? maybe an au where they both work together at a summer job out in the sun? thank u

Group: AB6IX

Member: Woojin

A brightly lit summer day with a cool breeze, fluffy cloud coverage and birds chirping melodically. It was picturesque, really.

Driving up the mountainside to your impending doom didn’t seem so bad while you were listen to music over the stereo, your windows rolled down and the wind whipping through your hair while the scent of pine tickled your nose.

You almost forgot for a moment that you hated this idea.

With a quick look around the one-way, rocky-as-hell mountain road to make sure no one else was around, you slammed your hand forcefully down on your horn, letting out an elongated honk and scaring off a murder of crows in a nearby tree.

“What was I thinking?!” you groaned loudly to yourself, almost louder than the music playing on your radio. “I don’t know anything about kids,” you said to yourself, suddenly lamenting your decision to become a camp counselor over the summer.

You sighed, looking out over the charming scenery of the mountain-line and the forest below. You let out a heavy sigh. “Well... If I had to make a mistake,” you started, fully aware that you were rambling to yourself, “at least it’s a pretty one.”

You pulled up to the camp entrance, the name carved into a totem pole and painted with wishy-washy brightness. It was the kind of name that probably meant nothing at all to the kids, but it made the parents feel safe and secure, so you supposed that was all that mattered.

The camp had to make its money somehow.

Your experience began with your car windshield getting pooped on by a bird within the first two seconds of parking, so suffice to say, all you were thinking was, “God, I hate nature”.

You trudged your way to the counselors cabin, kicking up pine needles with your unfashionable worn tennis shoes.

You took a deep breath when you reached the door, trying to center yourself. You couldn’t look totally done with everything on your first day, so you forced your most convincing smile onto your face.

Gingerly, you cracked the door open, peeking your head in. You were immediately greeted by the sight of five others, all close to your age.

The girl who looked the most official—most smiley and least nervous—stood up from her desk with a bubbly hop of excitement. She seemed liked the chipper type, perfect for this type of thing. Her short-shorts, form-fitting shirt and high-and-tight-ponytail did nothing to make you like her anymore, but you still welcomed the fact that she didn’t give you a, “What are you even doing here, loser?” kind of look.

“Hi!” the girl greeted cheerfully, giving you a wave. “You’re the new summer recruite, right?”

You nodded slowly, trying to keep the smile on your face. “Yeah,” you said. “That’s me.”

“Well, come on in, then!” she said, chuckling at your reluctance to fully open the door to the cabin.

Paperwork, pleasantries, dumb ‘Get-To-Know-Each-Other’ games—the usual things that were to be expected at something like this. A little too forced, you’d say. But you didn’t mention anything on it.

There was one girl—Si Na-Young—who reminded you a lot of the head-counselor. She played along with everything she said, passing along the ‘Ball of Knowledge’ (literally just a beach ball with questions written on it in cheap sharpie) with a vigor that was just a little grating. Still, she had a nice speaking voice and kind eyes.

She was probably just worried about fitting in.

One of the boys there—he actually turned out to be younger than you—was named Yang Sang-Jun and he turned out to be kind of an adorable person. When he caught the Ball of Knowledge, he landed on, “When was your first kiss?”; by far one of the juiciest questions on there.

His cheeks lit up like fireworks while he quietly explained, “I’ve never actually kissed anyone before...” A part of you worried that he was going to get totally demolished by all those eleven-year-olds.

He seemed too tenderhearted for the world.

The fourth girl in the room—Roe Sun-Ah—was just a little air-headed, but not in a dumb way; just a very innocent way. She’d gotten hit in the head with the beach ball multiple times, and every time, she just gave an adorably awkward giggle and apologized for missing it.

Lowkey, you kind of shipped her and Sang-Jun.

The last boy... He was pretty funny. His name was Park Woojin, and so far, all you’d heard spill out of his mouth was amusing wittiness and simple honestly, which you appreciated in this semi-suffocating situation.

When the ball had gotten tossed to him, it landed on the question: “What do you like so much about kids?”. He just kinda chuckled at it. Everyone eagerly awaited his answering, leaning in a little to hear him better when he finally decided to speak up.

You just sat back and what the response form in his head. His micro-expressions that he didn’t realize he was making was probably going to be the one of the more interesting things you’d see for eight weeks straight.

“It’s not really the fact that I’m crazy about kids,” Woojin finally spoke, making the head counselor’s eyes widen. The first real emotion you’d seen out of her all afternoon. “There’s nothing wrong with them, I just don’t know a whole lot about them. You know, how to deal with them and stuff.”

He shrugged. “I did this because I was sick and tired of my friends telling me that I wouldn’t be able to handle it,” he continued. “So... Hooray for peer pressure, I guess?” With that, he tossed the ball to you.

You hand landed on the same question. “I’m gonna keep this short as possible,” you said. You pointed to Woojin. “Same.”

So in summary: your first day there and you already had a favorite.

He made you chuckle.

He remained your favorite for the first few days, the first week, the first two weeks, and even the first three weeks.

You liked to think you were his favorite too, but you never got your hopes up. At the very least, you hoped he thought of you as a good friend. You’d been rooming together for those three weeks in the mountains, and your night normally included chatting until 3AM. Or until you got caught by the other counselors.

Whichever came first.

Sometimes you were exhausted in the mornings where you had to deal with the teaching, and the screeching, and the making-sure-no-one-fell-off-a-cliff-ing, but you wouldn’t trade it for anything else.

It was way too much fun to randomly starting singing children’s songs or ask each other random, existential questions like: “Do you think the means or the end are more important?” and “Is what we perceive reality or just a construct of our own minds?”.

Usually, you just asked each other those things to get a good laugh when you tried to answer seriously; but other times, they would lead to those long, drawn-out (but never boring) conversations that lasted until the sun came up.

Much like tonight.

“Okay,” you started quietly, trying your best not to get caught out by the other counselors. Plus, your cabin was close to the campers’, and if they got woken up, they always had trouble going back to sleep, swearing that there were bears out in the woods.

Your head was propped up on your arm as you stared at him from across the room. You both had bottom bunks while Sun-Ah and Sang-Jun slept on the top bunks. Yet another reason why you had to keep quiet during your late-night chats. Luckily, they slept like rocks.

“I have a good one tonight,” you continued.

Woojin flicked off his reading light and set his book on the floor. He turned to face you with a huff, the moonlight being the only thing illuminating the room. “Hit me,” he said, mirroring your position and resting his head in his palm.

“What is our biggest mistake as humans?” you asked, proud of yourself for the deep question. You expected another comically bull-crap answer like: ‘Existing’, but tonight seemed to be one of the nights that he took the question seriously.

He hummed thoughtfully. “Our biggest mistake?” he echoed. You nodded, even though that chance of him seeing it in the dimly lit room was quite low. ‘I think our biggest mistake as humans is not making a big enough effort to understand,” he said.

You quirked a brow. “Explain.”

He clicked his tongue, trying to think up a proper answer. “It’s just... We’re all so quick to judge and make accusations, and I just think the world would be a lot better if we all just made an effort to understand. Like, even if we don’t agree, we don’t have to fight over it, you know? Just let it be.”

“I get what you’re saying,” you started, “but shouldn’t you also be willing to fight for the things that are important to you?”

He hummed in agreement. “That’s true, but you also need to know the consequences for fighting for those things,” he said. “We all have to take responsibility for our actions; good and bad. They’re all there.” He flopped onto his back before continuing.

“If you do something bad, own up to it—but if you do something good, there’s still backfire you have to deal with. You can’t whine about the crap you have to go through afterwards, ‘cause it’s literally what you sign up for when you decide to make a difference.”

You nodded. “I can get behind that logic,” you said. You mimicked his position unintentionally, falling onto your back. “It’s your turn.”

“‘Kay,” he answered. “I’m gonna give you a deep one, too. Answer seriously.”

You flashed him a thumbs up, trying the reach your arm out far enough for that it’d be in the line of moonlight filtering in through the window. “Will do, chief,” you said.

“What do you think your purpose is?” he asked, his words hanging in the air and his deep tone getting stuck in your ears.

You were impressed. “Wow,” you chuckled. “You don’t disappoint on the deep ones, huh?”

He shook his head, unbeknownst to you. “Nope,” he said. “I have good follow-through.”

You felt yourself smile. “Good to know,” you said. You took a deep breath, thinking about his question seriously. “I think my purpose is... To do the best that I can,” you finally decided on. “We only have one life, and sometimes we get so obsessed with that notion, we think that we have to reach for perfection, but that’s not the case.”

She rolled onto your stomach, resting your chin on your pillow and kicking your blankets away from your tangled-up feet. “If you’re focused on making no mistakes while you’re alive, you’re not really living. You’re being so careful that you’re killing your soul, and I think that sucks,” you said.

“You just need to go along with every moment, choosing the path that seems the best for you at that time, and if you screw up at one point, oh well.” You shrugged. “If you never made the mistake, you’d be stuck with the ‘what-if’s, and that’s just as painful as the mistake itself,” you said.

There was a brief silence.

“Wow,” Woojin finally breathed out into the darkness. “And you don’t disappoint on the deep answers.”

You chuckled. “I have good follow-through,” you said, mocking his deep tone.

He threw a pillow at you, missing you by a mile. “Oh, shut up!” he laughed quietly. “This got too intense, so... Tea or coffee? One, two, three.”

The countdown was too fast, but you followed along nonetheless. “Tea!” you answered. He made over-the-top gagging noises from across the room.

“What now, Weird-jin?” you huffed, using the nickname you’d given him on the second week after he decided the only way to get the campers to stay in the Mess Hall was to tell them that he’d transform Sang-Jun into a llama and he’d spit on all their sandwiches.

He chuckled. “I don’t know, just ‘cause,” he said.

You covered your mouth with your pillow, muffling your laughter. “You are such a freak!” you said.

“Takes one to know one,” he clapped back.

You scooped up the pillow he’d thrown earlier, tossing it back at him and immediately shutting him up. Let’s just say: your aim was a lot more accurate.

This is how you two had been with each for three weeks. And it’s how you continued to be with each other three weeks later.

You both stood outside under the calming warmth of the morning, it being about an hour or two before the campers woke up. You’d been given the task of watering the flower patches and Woojin had made the command-quality decision to tag along and keep you company.

“Why’d you come out?” you asked, focusing on your task but still vaguely aware of his presence close at your back.

He shrugged, kicking up a few stray leaves. “’Cause it’s been six weeks,” he said simply.

“What’s that mean?” you asked, quirking a brow.

He took the hose from your hands, mumbling a quite ‘my turn’. “Well, camp is eight weeks long, right?” You nodded. “Six weeks has already gone by, so we’ve got two weeks left, yeah?”

Your shoulders sagged a little. “Yeah... I guess so,” you said.

“I’m just trying to make the most of it,” he said. “I mean, the only time we really get to talk just the two of us is when it’s around midnight or we do chores like this. Otherwise, we’re just getting snotted on by kids, but somehow still enjoying it.”

You chuckled a little, shaking your head at the thought. “Those kids have kinda grown on me a little,” you said.

He joined in the laughter, a smile pulling at his lips and showcasing his snaggle-tooth. “Me too,” he admitted. “Just a little, though. They’re still super annoying.”

“So, you don’t want kids when your older?” you asked, crossing your arms and following him while he wandered across the flower patch.

He hummed suggestively. “I didn’t say that,” he said cryptically.

“So you do?”

He quickly turned the hose on you, spraying you for the shortest second before turning it back on the flowers. “Depends on whom with,” he said, a cheshire-grin on his face.

Your jaw was hanging open. “Did you just—?”

“Spray you?” he cut you off, finishing your sentence. He nudged your side playfully. “Maybe I did.”

You scoffed. “Screw you, Weird-jin,” you said. You stole the hose from him, giving him a good soaking.

“That was way more than I did!” he laughed, wiping some droplets off his chin. He reached out to try and grab it again, but you angled out of the way, making the water arch in the air and create a lovely rainbow in the sunlight.

The whole thing ended with you both running around the clearing, yelling and screaming the early hours of the morning and spraying each other as you wrestled the hose back and forth between the both of you.

In the end, you were both soaked and breathless, but you both had silently and mutually agreed that you wouldn’t change it for the world.

“You’re a fighter,” he panted out, brushing his damp hair out of his face. “Most would’ve given up by now.”

You shrugged and mimicked the way he pushed his hair back. “I’m stubborn, I guess,” you answer. He chuckled at you. “What?”

“Why do you always do that?” he asked.

You pulled your shirt away from your body, wringing it out a little. “Do what?”

“Copy the things I do,” he said.

You froze. You hadn’t noticed it before, but you supposed you did have a tendency to imitate him. “I... don’t know,” you answered honestly, clearing your throat awkwardly. “I guess it just happened naturally.”

He smiled. “It’s cute,” he said.

You rolled your eyes. “Shut up,” you huffed.

He stood there, staring at you for a moment. He put his hands in his pockets, though it was a little difficult considering how damp and sticky they were. “Can I ask you something?” he said.

“Sure, whatever,” you said, still sulking.

He walked forward. “Can we make a promise?” he asked.

You raised a brow. “O...kay?”

He pulled one hand out of his pocket, holding out his pinky. “Promise me that after eight weeks is up, we’ll keep in touch.”

Slowly, you wrapped your pinky around his. “Well, duh,” you replied. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

He chuckled. “As we do, yeah?”

You nodded, a small smile growing on your lips. “Yup, I guess so.”

He looked devilishly proud of himself. “You just agreed to be my girlfriend,” he said.

Your eyes widened. “What?” you stuttered, trying to pull away your pinky. He kept a firm grip. “When did I agree to that?” you scoffed.

“Just now,” he said, smiling. He could read the look you were giving him. “It was in the fine-print.”

You looked away from him, your cheeks heating up. “You’re incredible.”

“Do you not want to?” he asked, looking at you with the most innocent eyes you didn’t know he could make.

There was a beat or two of silence.

You shrugged. “I didn’t say that...” you said, bringing the biggest grin to his face.

So... M A Y B E I love him, but we’re not gonna get into that right now.

I had such a good time writing this, Anon! I hope you enjoyed it and that you stop by again. Thanks for the awesome request!

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