hayes listens to her demands; through a light chuckle and a short nod, he agrees. ❝you don’t have to worry about me. i probably won’t even be in school much– school year runs into skating season. i’ll be really busy.❞ when he was in school though, he would most likely be sleeping through class and the only way he was even barely passing school was by finishing work at home and all the extra credit he had taken on, which just piled more onto his plate. despite his busy schedule, he would keep an eye out for her if she needed it. with all the rumors going on and the defensive front she was putting up, it made him wonder about her. did she need someone to talk to? not that she would want to talk to him most likely, but he would be her friend if she wanted. he’s kind of shocked when she thanks him but doesn’t address it and lets it be. he really didn’t care if she had thanked him or not, he truly just wanted the guy to leave her alone. ❝i wasn’t going to say anything but, yeah, you don’t strike me as the type to say thank you.❞ he chuckles, trying to keep the air light. hayes shouldn’t even be considering skipping school, he had so much work to catch up on but one day wouldn’t hurt, right? she clearly needed someone, and he wasn’t going to turn her down. ❝uh.. sure, yeah. where do you want to go?❞ he honestly had no clue what he was getting himself into but that was hayes for you. a rebel who cared too much about people.
surprise was written all over her face, brows quirked, wide eyed and her lips forming into an ‘o’, probably the only time she had shown expression ever since the day she stepped a foot on this hellhole called school. she could remember the first time she saw him, the feelings she had back then for him, it was too intense that even to look at him was an impossible thing for her to do. nah, probably because she was just too shy to look at him. the expression that slipped through her features soon vanished into thin air and could only clear her throat afterwards. what to say next? it wasn’t the answer she was not expecting anyways. sure, it was her way of showing gratitude (ugh, the disgust and loathe she has) but just for at least attempting to be nice for once. “fuck it.” she mumbled. his opinions doesn’t matter, she reminded herself. “i don’t know. anywhere’s good as long as i get to leave this shitty ass place. it’s nothing but a place filled with toxic waste” by toxic waste she meant every student and teacher that was in her school. she sighed and jerked her head towards the exit. “lets decide on the way out besides, it’s more fun doing things unplanned and winding up some place we know nothing of.” she walked with her hands inside her the pockets of her leather jacket, eyes scanning for professors who would pass or literally anyone who could get them to detention or any punishment.
okay i’m gonna do and drop every plot i need for my muses just bcs y’all are soooo encouraging and cute yooooo iz me trying to be smooth. okay but honestly speaking idk what i did to deserve such writing partners as u guys like damn u guys are the real mvp click-clack dkjrkrjr
okay so imma put it under a read more since it’s gonna be long long long like how long i take with my replies. daeng!
okay i’m gonna do and drop every plot i need for my muses just bcs y’all are soooo encouraging and cute yooooo iz me trying to be smooth. okay but honestly speaking idk what i did to deserve such writing partners as u guys like damn u guys are the real mvp click-clack dkjrkrjr
okay so imma put it under a read more since it’s gonna be long long long like how long i take with my replies. daeng!
PLOTLIST
Jiyeon (supernatural muse)
someone who helped her during the war decades back and now really good friends and has this sibling type of friendship. (ya know where they both bicker over nonsense things bcs jeez i need more fluff or soft moments in my life i do nothing but angst jksgkrjkbfiwfns just give me a really chill and cute friendship uwu)
someone she’s looking for or more like someone she’s hunting/rival who’s threatening to destroy her court (night court). she’ll be tracking or chasing this person down. (see despite me wanting fluff, here i am looking for someone who could threaten her to destroy her whole court bcs bih life isn’t always smiles and laughters or rainbows and butterflies)
Sora (writer)
a supernatural muse since she’s a novelist, she doesn’t really believe in supernatural beings so maybe someone who could prove her wrong? and make her see the other side of the world. the world of the supernatural then she’d explore and write about it. a fantasy novel.
Nana (she’s a part of a gang ok? okay; her bio’s in the process of being made. feel free to ask me anything abt her for the mean time.)
a fellow gang member, better if they were the leader and nana could be the second in command. despite being the leader they have this soft spot for nana, they’d be the one to teach her everything and all those short (bonus: they’re actually childhood friends)
another gang member who could be jealous of being second in command and nana would put her in place. probably rivalry between these two muse
someone who is after her, who wants to kill her or someone who would want to get revenge from something nana has done to them. literally someone who resents nana (bcs this muse got no chill asdjfjkgejrg)
Chohee (my muse who is deaf; same as nana bio will be up soon. questions are welcomed just hmu)
a co-worker/really close friend, someone who could guide her at work and also the very same person who could keep pushing her on going after her dreams.
Miyoung (single mother)
someone who is jealous of her and spreads crap about her and seeks to make her life more miserable by threatening her about spreading rumors about her son.
Hyeji (dancer)
someone she could treat like a younger sibling just bcs i want to explore her protective side okay? she deserves more kjdkjsek and besides i need more friends for her
Hui (hitman; bio will be up soon sfkrwgkerjgnkrjef)
someone who have taken her in and also the same person who killed hui’s parents (hui wouldn’t know this bcs amnesiaaaa), they’d train her and make her the best hitman of their group. a mafia
son of the head of the mafia that she has to protect. (this will be something soft. will be explained further just hmu if you’re interested)
Ara (songwriter)
i’m desperate for someone who could play as her older brother. oh my god yes her brother’s in a band and ara write songs for their band, an indie band that is and just soft moments for these two bcs hey they’re close af and have been through much. they only got each other at the end of the day (also he could be a little protective at times especially when ara’s quite shy and naive)
someone who could act as if they were her older sister bcs come on, she needs the girl talk from time to time too and help her get out of her shell bcs your girl is shy shy shy
okay it was no surprise that the female was selfish and vain, it was a known fact but no one expected her to be selfish to the point of bringing her very own best friend down because that would be too much and up until now, there was so much hatred and resentment living and still growing inside of her heart towards her best friend, sooah. correction; ex-bestfriend. and it’s all just because of jealousy and fear that everything she was had; the fame, love and attention from people, was going to be taken away by her. she knew she had to do something before it happened.
how lonely was she to go that far? how desperate for love that she was willing to end and destroy friendship? temporary and fake love over friendship? was it all really worth it? was it worth losing the only person who was patient and sincere to her? probably. stupid, she thought. even if she wanted to change things now, there was nothing she could do for these people had her wrapped around their fingers, strangling her, making her do things without them even knowing. what people saw was them following her around when it reality, it was her following them, pleasing them to be loved.
eyes were all on her as she walked down the hallway, some were whispering and she didn’t care or more like pretended not to care with her chin up as her heels clacked through the hallway.
then she appeared and boy did the smirk on her face grow, eyes narrowing at the very sight of her rival. no wonder some were whispering, she would come across the person she once deeply cared about. “well, well, well, look who’s here.” one, two, three steps before taking a halt to look directly to her eyes. “my favorite person. so fancy to meet you here. how have you been, my dear? been doing well?” her voice sweet yet poisonous at the same time, clearly showing how fake she was towards the other. // @aquafoh
As much as she tries each time, nerves still eat at her with each transfer she does.
Despite saying she wouldn’t be making friends, she still can’t help but wonder how they cast their judgment. Students were critical and could be quite heartless, she knows first-hand. So, she always wonders what ran through their minds as the teacher introduced her. Did they think nothing of her, prioritising homework they hadn’t yet completed? Did they want her to join their sports team, did they locate a flaw she hadn’t yet noticed, did they wonder about her, too?
Well. It didn’t matter at the end of the day, she supposed. Whether interested or not, she turned them away. Whether they started rumours or not, she always ended up leaving the town sooner or later. They would be but dust in her memories, as she’s sure she is to them. It’d be fresh, bored faces, and the cycle repeats.
“Her name is …” Gwen stood awkwardly at the front of her new class, tuning out the teacher’s introduction. It was all standard, anyway. She took the time instead to survey her new environment, and stifled a sigh. Four blank walls mirroring the blank stares of students, a heavy atmosphere as their exhaustion could be felt. Life of a student sure was hard – Gwen wondered whether this town had a forest, and if so, what it looked like. She was sure the rolling expanse of green would be far preferable to this confine. Distantly, she also wondered what she would do after formal education ended. She was quick to end those thoughts. She was sure they were bleak.
“You can sit over there.” The teacher gestures, and Gwen gives a dutiful nod, cheeks aflame as she mutters her excuse me’s and sorry’s as she squeezed her way to the seat. Her seat neighbour is a pretty brunette, she notes. The kind of face that everybody would universally agree was pretty – that kind of face. Then, Gwen promptly forgets about her as she takes to staring out the window.
“Take out your textbooks, flip to page thirty-two. Start doing problems one to five, we’ll go through in ten minutes.” The sound of dutiful flipping fills the otherwise silent classroom, and Gwen’s pleading eyes attempt to meet the teacher’s to no avail. She didn’t have a textbook, what was she to do –? Her eyes naturally slid over to her table mate. / @uglylcve plotted.
they said that change was the only thing that is constant in life and she believed it; the weather changes, system changes, literally anything but herself. in her defense, she did wish, too many times to change and she tried too but always failed during the process and so she decided that everything else would change but not her, at least not for the better. the only thing she welcomes with the word ‘change’ was for the worse. she had heard nothing but ‘change for the better’ since the day she transformed herself to who she was now; a heartless, cold human being when there was no one to blame but her very own parents and their high standards. no matter how hard she tries, it was always never enough.
and now here she was, sent to where her grandparents live. hoping and praying that it would shed light into her and slap her hard enough to change. see that was where they were wrong. she wouldn’t change a bit if fame, attention and love was what she was getting from people ( even if it was slowly driving her... insane ). besides she can’t possible let go of something she wanted for so long and never got from them. she’d fight for it everyday and tear down every possible threat who could take away her throne even if she had to do it in a dirty way. she will always be... on top.
another day in class yet another dead ass, boring day but that was until a new face showed up to interrupt the class. well, a change of plans, making her smirk as she rest her chin on the palm of her hands with her elbow propped on the table at the change of events. another prey for her to play with. her eyes scanned the female from head to toe as the new face stood awfully awkward. based on her own judgement, this new girl was nothing but an easy prey. will this be fun? or will she be just another boring toy to play with?, her thoughts were filled wish such questions before whispering to herself,
“surprise me.” words coming out like venom.
it didn’t last long until her attention averted from the other to her text book, she took it out just like everyone else did, flipping through the pages lazily. “another boring day, huh?” she stated and looked at her new seatmate. “it’s gwen right?” to get in trouble for talking was the least thing she cared about now anyways. “and oh, here...”, sliding her text book for her to see. “i’m yuri by the way and welcome to this shitty school.” a sweet, small smile.
“ if you really wanted to help, you would leave. ”
(( source: ♔ // from: @obciidian // accepting ))
miyoung was fully aware of her stand seungjae’s family; unwelcomed, unwanted or probably even abhored especially by their youngest. she understood where they were coming from though. from a family who had each other’s back to a family who had another mouth to feed, not one but another two. but despite the unpleasant treatment, she had learned to be more patient and felt as if she had grew a little as a person. everyday she’d work hard just to please her lover’s brothers; from working day and night regardless of her lack of experience; gaining a few wounds here and there. she even took the time to visit their ill mother at the hospital. everything and she would continue to do everything until the day comes that they would finally accept her… and her son.
even if his words stung.
it’s not like it was her first time hearing those words. in fact, she did hear it several times and from her very own parents and even from her previous jobs. but what’s funny is that, regardless of how many times she had heard those mortifying words or whoever told her those… still gave the same amount of pain. she could only be thankful that her son was to young to understand and just like every other toddler, he played with his hands; close, open, close, open did it go before laughing to look at his mother’s pained expression. another thing to be thankful about was… seungjae was not here to witness their dreadful encounter.
her lips parted, intending to respond but why is it that no words came out from it? but her heart cried and grieved as her mind screamed in agony. she had to understand him, she had to. her hands were shaking as her grip on her son tightened a little. “i’m sorry…” a whisper was all she could do. “i really am…” she loved his brother and the last thing she wanted to do was to let go of seungjae especially when he had done so much for him and for her son.
but… that never meant that doubts didn’t circle her mind. it did and quite a lot of times to be exact. will this be worth it? was she not destroying something that was meant to be beautiful? wasn’t she being a hindrance to the possible reconciliation between their conflicts? what if she was the fuel being added to the fire? at this point in time, she too was confused of what to do but one thing was for certain, she wouldn’t give up on seungjae just like that.
“i-i know this might be too much for me to ask, call me thick faced i would understand but… can you at least give me a chance?” a bold move indeed but there are two things that could happen either he would soften his heart a bit and actually consider her request (most likely not to happen but that won’t stop her from hoping) or she could only damage his heart and give more into his rage. either way, she was willing to accept the consequences of her actions.
and even if it hurts her pride… the female placed her son down before giving the male in front of her a bow; begging, pleading for his approval. if this was what would make her stay and be with seungjae and so be it. she was doing this for him and her son anyways.
‘ even a text back gets me so happy , that’s what you do to me . ’ (ara to cameron)
soft suggestions sentence starters — closed!
with his busy schedule it was hard for him to keep contact with anyone who wasn’t his group, but cameron was really trying hard, sending little messages whenever he could between schedules and always making sure to send one before he turned in for the night. cameron was aware that he was ara’s first relationship and everything was new to her, which made him try even harder to make things special for her. not to mention the fact that they had been close friends for so many years prior to their relationship– he didn’t want to screw anything up between them. all the worries he had were put at ease when he opened the message she had sent a few hours earlier. he finally had ended practice and was able to read it, and instantly a smile lit up his face.
( sms ) you make me happy too, happier than i’ve been in a long time
LOVE CAN BLOOM AS a beautiful flower, but it can also bloom as a dying weed. love can fulfill your desires, but it can’t fulfill your needs. why do one fall so fast when they know they won’t last? love can turn anyone into a fool as it turn them blind. there are roughly seven billion people in this world, and yet, she might not be the prettiest one, or the cleverest one, or the perfect one to anyone—–but to him she is ticked all of it, with a sharp edge and red pen; leave a perfectly crafted tick on his blank paper because in the end he choose her, over seven billion others.
it was always her. always. and how funny after months of trying to not missing her, there she is, again. and here he is again. he can’t deny that he still think of her, missing her, again. now his head is a mess; and not a beautiful kind, a horrible one. a hell, his hell. forceless and he knows it’s going to be a bad habit of him. that she is bad for him. but he will try to not cry and hope for her to know that he is trying, he swears to god that he is trying to move on. just like everybody else once a relationship has been broken.
( but one does not simply forget a relationship that rooted deep in their soul for years. as they both filled each other empty spaces, as both understand each other, and so on, and so on. )
“…”
there it is. another silences thrown by the general surgeon. he knows that he must let go of what was and move on, like an adult should do. he expect that she must have moved on from him long time ago, that must be it right? one can simply forgot a man so ordinary that it simple to forget him all along. poof, just like that. meeting her like this, he can’t say that he does not expect it as the world is a small place to be no matter what others say and for her to drop the words she just said, he guess even though how much one is prepared for the situation and how much he expect that that may cause him another heartbreak, he cannot help but to be hurt so much. he does not know what to feel this time. it surely a myriad emotion and inexplicable feelings, if it’s possible tears might as well flowing out but it’s been along time since the last time he cried over her so he doesn’t, yet at the same time he feels his body suddenly become weak. and he does not know what to do and what to answer her.
because it seems like yesterday since they told each other that they will always be there by their side when needed and to support each other. how their lips that tell each other how much love that they have and how their eyes can tell it is true; that they’ve been sincere with their feelings for each other because everything is true—-but it’s yesterday, as today they are nothing but two adults with memories.
“you should be careful next time. don’t hurt yourself too much as one day i probably won’t be there for you.” he decides to just dodge jina’s words without any direct answer but instead, a subtle one have been thrown instead.
i reached my last hundred a few months ago and i was gonna make a new graphic but i’m so tired and if i put this off any longer i might forget. plus i’m emo today so have some feels. i realize i talk at length about a few people but it’s just because i’m really grateful that i can still find friendships in the rpc and being someone still relatively new to the indie rpc i’m just glad writing still brings me as much joy as it does !! in a perfect world i’d have these deep connections and friendships with everyone on my dash but i know that may not be possible. however, that doesn’t mean i won’t stop trying to love you all down. so thank you for helping me reach my itty bitty milestone ~
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