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Staring At The Stars I Dream Of You
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[ ☎ ] my muse calls yours in tears.
[ ✪ ] our muses are stuck in an elevator together.
[ ◐ ] my muse is having a sleepover with your muse.
[ ✿ ] my muse attempts to cook dinner for your muse.
[ ◈ ] my muse makes a drunk confession to your muse.
[ ღ ] my muse makes an attempt to cheer your muse up.
[ ✦ ] my muse pushes yours out of frustration/anger.
[ ❢ ] my muse discovers yours all bloodied and bruised.
[ ➤ ] my muse accidentally punches your muse in the face.
[ ⌚ ] my muse recalls their favorite memory with your muse.
[ ✜ ] my muse collapses in front of yours, all bloodied and bruised.
[ ☯ ] my muse tells yours that they never want to see them again.
[ ✈ ] my muse asks yours to accompany them on a trip/mission/etc.
[ ● ] my muse catches yours snooping through their belongings.
[ ☻ ] my muse wakes up in your muse’s closet the night after a party.
[ ✌ ] my muse reaches out to yours after months of no communication.
[ ☢ ] the car broke down in an unfamiliar part of town, and our muses are lost.
[ ✠ ] it’s three in the morning and my muse unexpectedly arrives at your muse’s home.
[ ☁ ] the entire city is without power due to a storm, and our muses run into each other during a supply run.
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There’s always a war. There’s a river of blood out there right now, whether someone’s dreaming of it or not.
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Jaewon Moon x Junot Tutturo | Lost @noiresociety
"Obi Jae Won Kenobi, you're my only hope!" "Shut up."
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Mason Yoon x Passion Osunsami | Verdona County @noiresociety
"Life is just learning how to lose." "Yeah....but this time, we're winning."
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Noa x Bobby- Verdona County | @noiresociety
"You get me."
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"Don’t black out." hani & casper
“Don’t black out.”
Hani begins to see the metaphorical stars.They’re crystalline and minuscule enough that if you narrow your eyes they can twinkle. They’re the type of stars that everyone warns you about, because these stars only happen in movies and cartoons not in real life. Here blacking out is the best option, it’s the easiest way to forget. Either way, when you get hit-really hit (not a scuffle or your moms belt) like a real ass whooping, it hurts, you don’t see stars, you’re either sitting on your ass bleeding or you’re dead.
Luckily in Hani’s case it’s the former. And how familiar was this, to be lying on the ground seeing the stars as if it’s the first time. He forgets about Casper for only a moment till he hears him again.
“Why the fuck not?” It feels like there’s battery acid in his stomach.“It’s still a free country. For now.” He clears his throat once and tries to get up but he can’t, instead he’s doing a half crunch where he’s only putting pressure on his neck to see if Casper’s wearing a stupid smile on his face. His vision is dizzying, the buzzing of the bar behind them becomes incoherent.
In short, Hani gives up.
He takes in his surroundings since getting to his feet isn’t an option right now. The asphalt is gainer than usual (shards of something sharp reflect into the light just like the stars above),the parking lot is empty, and the neon lights of the bar color their faces now as they sulk. And then Hani puts it all together. Why his memory became so fuzzy all of a sudden.
He touches the back of his head, feels the wetness that coats his fingers and hair. “Fuck…” He sighs this time and finally see’s Casper, above him - hair mopped over his eyes till he pushes the strands back in an effort to look at his face.
“I did it again?” The question is bleak sounds more like an I got my ass beat than anything else. He knows, even as the details come in shifts of technicolor and broken glass, that he most likely lost his temper in an attempt to kick someone out of the bar, belly full of alcohol and irritation- Hani thought he could handle it. Instead he got bludgeoned, horrifying as it is at least it’s something to cross off the bucket list.
The metaphorical stars don’t comfort him anymore, sleep sounds like a valid option now.
He looks up at Casper again, raises his eyebrows as if to say I’m sorry. Again and again he starts things he never knows how to finish, swears he’s more beat than he is broken. But where else can he put his fire, if not through his fists from time to time? Most people don’t understand and don’t care to he knows this.
Even then, if his vision wasn’t going in and out, he would of sworn that there was a moment, a warm half absorbent smile on Caspers face as if to say I know, I get it.
He sighs again, it comes out shaky, he reaches over and puts a hand in his back pocket. The pack of blacks are crumpled but the lighter is still there. He draws them out and finds one that’s still in for good use as he lights it.
Hani manages to scrape the heels of his shoes on the floor as he twists his heavy body away from the ground with the cigarette slotted between his lips glowing red.
“Okay.” He struggles to stand for a moment till he finds a spot, the balance is all off but it’ll have to do. His feet trip over each other a few times as he limps his way towards Casper and grabs his shoulder half for support half for the sake of comraderie-who needs therapy when you have Casper really? Because lets face it, this is a fucked up friendship and the enabling never seems to end anyway.
“Not leaving you so soon, princess” Hani laughs, “‘how bout nother round?” He rubs the edge of his jaw as smoke comes out of his mouth, “on you this time. Since you left me out to dry..”
#(.things i still think about | saved)#all i wanna do is write again lol#hani and casper 5 eva#m:hani bhaat
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Jaewon was pretty much Yuri’s life. In any case, her job was her life and she was always going to take it seriously. She knew when Jaewon awoke and when he’d leave the office, and what affairs he’d eventually have over the weekends. She was tenacious and clairvoyant in that way. Her job was to know, to protect him, to make sure he could lead in the best way possible. If anything or anyone got in the way of that, there would be hell to pay.
This…. woman…., Junot, was just as much of a threat as the other classified people and problems that Yuri has had to do away with. It confused her even more when she noticed how welcoming Jaewon was being with her. Letting her be around his personal spaces, taking her out to lunch, giving her clearance up to their floor. It all seemed suspicious to Yuri and she was not going to be yielded so easily, no matter how much she cared for Jaewon.
So when she arrived for work that day, prepared for the worst as usual, nothing could of disposed her for the sight in front of her eyes. Junot, dressed eerily similar to her, right next to her desk. All of her professionalism was thrown out the window.
“What the fuck is this?” Yuri asked, genuinely wanting an answer. She would have found her way to Jaewon had he not already been up to the neck in meetings. Had he really hired Junot without telling her? The treachery! Yuri looked down at Junot with a strict face and grabbed the folder from her without a word. She looked through the faxes for a moment and then went towards her desk. Her finger directed Junot to place the cup of coffee down there as well. “Once I find out what your angle is…… I will make sure you’re far… far.. away from here.” She looked over the organization of her desk, regrettably she didn’t hate it, but she wasn’t going to blow this woman’s head up more than it already was.
“Not only have you barged your way into Mr. Moon’s life but somehow you’ve slithered into mine.” Yuri let out a exasperated sigh. She thought to scold the other assistants for letting Junot set up shop the way she did, but they were the only ones there. “Here’s what we’re going to do. You will move your desk so I can breathe and then you will call back everyone from the voicemails that you can speak with. Make appointments, and make sure nothing clashes with his schedule for the next few days. You really want to work here? Under some facade of wanting to learn more about Mr. Moon?” She stared daggers into Junot. “I am watching your every move.”
What in the world was Junot to expect when she had single handedly pissed off the one person she knew she wasn’t supposed to piss off. In hindsight, actually hating Junots guts made sense. To her, Yuri’s protectiveness was her best shot in all of this. Granted, she came to Korea on a hunch that she feels a strong connection to a multi million or rather billionaire heir and operator of a company she isn’t sure the legitimacy of or even his safety but hey, she was here because her gut never stirred her wrong.
It should have with Yuri though. Junot held back her tongue and lowered her eyes to not look at Yuri’s vipers. She walked behind Yuri and placed the coffee at her desk. “Actually…. My only angle is to help Jae--Mr. Moon as much as I can, I know it’s unorthodox. I mean, I’m not even a girl who could keep down a fancy job like this back home but I feel like there's something here. I’m supposed to be here.” She settles the notes that she’s compiled for the last hour on Yuri’s desk as well.
“I think that says more compared to some people in Mr. Moon’s life.”
She quickly smiles at Yuri before going over the other end of the desk and only pulling it a few inches away from her desk. “And I think it’s best I am around you, I mean if I royally fuck up you’ll be an arm length away.” She laughs loudly before it fades.
Junot works on the phones and emails again and writes them down in mostly English. She peered over to Yuri every now and then as she speaks to surprisingly English speaking businesses and messengers taking careful notes and redirecting calls. She looks over at her computer as she had been before tasking each slot of Jaewon’s schedule and even noticing the minute details of his work life, she tries not to laugh at the ones marked “ten minute freetime” in Hangul - God she felt sorry for him sometimes.
As some minutes passed and other workers started to slowly flood in the lobby and offices. She picked up some formal overviews to make copies for the meeting later. “Can I ask you a question, Ms. Takahashi?” She didn’t wait a beat before speaking again picking up the papers on her desk that needed copies as well, “How’d you even meet Jaewon?”
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all about yuri
Frankly, this was not her brightest idea but it was fun to brew and plot every sickly little detail about it. Junot was stuck in Korea for however long she could figure out why and how and who Moon Jaewon really was and what significance he held to her life present and past. But in any case she’s gotten tired of sitting for hours waiting for Jaewon in his fancy office with his even fancier and corporate mannerisms that gave her barely any time to see him.
So what better way to get to know a guy but through his personal executive assistant and the human Cerberus of his life. Junot has dealt with gang bangers, hustlers, niggas with deep rooted issues but no one has quiet left a tingle of fear in her as Yuri has. So why not elevate that fear by getting to know one another?
Junots great idea was to come in as early as possible earlier then the other assistants, she sat at Yuri’s desk (really she just put a another desk next to Yuri’s desk) dressed properly in a similar attire she had tracked to be the very same one Yuri would be wearing today. She even pressed her hair bone straight to mimic Yuri’s ‘no nonsense’ style. In front of her were papers she thought to organize and file, before making to-do lists in her newly learned Korean (still raggedy and written like a fourth grader). Junot looked up once the elevator door rang and her new best friend strutted out.
She jetted towards her, her heels clicking behind, a hot cup of coffee in hand that she offered for Yuri to take.
“Good morning Ms. Takahashi! So, I organized your desk and took messages down from the voicemails. Well- mostly the English ones. Oh! and here’s a folder of all the faxes that came in-- though you should probably look at those.”
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I can't wait to finish up my verse/muses page. I think rather this being an rp blog this will be an rp/writing blog meaning lots and lots of single work, in character and ooc depictions analyzing themes, settings tropes for original works and fun times in the fand*ms i like rather then put all this dumb pressure to crank out threads and i think i have found something that will work for me.
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tag dump 2..
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tag dump...
#v: verdona county#v:ally genesis#v:new york your're killing me#v: iii#v: other | tba#m: noa paul#m: myani paul#m: love; kim yeon jun#m: danger; 1604BD#m: soren; 1601BD#m: lux cenasi#m:eden dessaints#m:sterling im#m: wijdan kalantari#m: diega martin-yedriel#m:sangwoo jeung#m:anda byun#m:passion osunsami#m:rowen williams#m: azul; 1409BD#m:eunseo bak#m: thasali#m: pixel; PROPERTY OF GRIS#v: goodnight detective#detective: m.m#detective: santana ' cassia#detective: oyohara ' ryosake#detective: peterson ' kako#v:futůrafree
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