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[thewonandonly]

please send me cute hyunjin fics or pictures or wtvr bc im literally sobbing my eyes out because i can’t pass this stupid assignment abt slope and rise and run and i have a headache and my thoughts are getting really really violent and

[chcsinghcppiness]

Ava Stewart

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name: Ava Dalia Stewart

age: 22

occupation: college student

sexuality: straight

status: single 

current location: Greenville, South Carolina

shipping status: open

Ava was born as the identical version of her mother who died after she gave birth to her. She the second and last daughter to the family, her sister Josephine is five years older. Sicne Ava looked very much like her mother, it had always been a struggle for her father, looking at her and treating her with the same love Josephine got. He loved Ava, that was for sure but looking at your daughter and seeing the love you’ve lost had always been something he had trouble dealing with. And Ava realized from a  young age that she had to work for her things harder. She was well protected, never would her father or sister let anything happen to her, yet, the family wasn’t really living in harmony and peace. Growing up, her sister took the part of a mother, helping her with homework and all the things her mother would’ve helped her with. Ava admired her sister from the very first moment she was able to form her own thoughts and understand them. But when her sister announced to leave their home in Greenville when she just turned twenty, Ava knew her life would be different from that point on. 

The pressure grew and the relationship to her father got worse. Her father was working to pay all their bills, he barely had time for Ava when she was only fifteen. Ava had always been a smart and clever girl. She was quick learning new things and always had good grades. It seemed like a habit to be a good at everything which earned her a lot of jealousy from other students. Yet, she had been a lovely and kind girl who easily made friends wherever she went. She was popular at school, joining the cheer team and lots of other courses. She found herself a passion in dancing, working harder to become better and better. Not to impress anyone but be the best to herself. Even if she seemed to have lots of friends, she found herself feeling lonely at certain times, not really knowing who was her friend and who not. And that's why she put even more of her energy into school and her grades. 

After she had finished school as one of the bests, she went off to college, working on her business degree. Sometimes, the thought of just leaving crossed her mind, doing it like her sister and escaping the life she had there. But her father was holding her back. Even if the relationship between them grew better again, she could tell he was a mess, even after all these years. But she could never just leave him behind. And so she started working at a DIY shop to earn money for her college while her father was taking care of the house. After she finished a year, change started and she discovered new things. She suddenly found a passion in hair and makeup, and soon she started off her own blog on the internet. And within a short time, she had a bunch of people following her. 

After a couple years, Ava decided to get a dog, bringing life back into the big house and getting a best friend for life. 

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{ When Boy Meets Evil

[closed for @skinshred and @vspertine

“My sin was not specifically this or that but consisted of having shaken hands with the devil. The devil held me in his clutches, the enemy was behind me.” – Demian, Hermann Hesse

It was like a nightmare - a young girl’s body lying motionless in a pool of her own blood which seemed to just keep spreading on the old tile floor. The room was silent, the two males’ breathing seeming to dissipate from the reality of what happened. It wasn’t supposed to have been this bad. There wasn’t supposed to be this much blood.

“You’ve made such a mess… Ah well. You’ll learn for next time.”

Hoseok cringed at the cold voice of the one he wished he had never met. His fingers trembling, causing him to drop the dull knife in his hand. He hated this; he hated what he had become because of this terrible man that stood in front to him. Every day he prayed it was all just a horrible dream that he would soon wake up from so that everything could return back to normal…

But that hadn’t happened yet. Instead, he was given the horrible fate to meet Yoongi and become bound to this horrible demon that turned his life into a living hell. Hoseok was a nice kid, he never did anything wrong. So why was he standing above a poor girl’s lifeless body that he was responsible for causing? But more importantly, why did he feel the rush of adrenaline, gaining enjoyment of the situation as the murderous actions took place? It wasn’t him… it couldn’t be him… but it was him.

Yoongi never seemed to think of the consequences that came with the requests that he would ask of Hoseok. Yoongi never seemed to worry about getting caught and being put away for life for the tragedies he caused. Yoongi never seemed to think of the friends and families of the girls he chose as his victims.

But Yoongi wasn’t the one committing these crimes. This was Hoseok, doing what he was forced to do. Feeling the devil controlling him to do such terrible things. Selfishly protecting his own family by killing.

He hated Yoongi… but he hated himself the most.

“It’s too evil…”

“Hoseok? Are you dozing off again??”

The brunet shook himself from his horrible daydream of his actions the night prior. He looked to the man in the doorway of the cremation office in which Hoseok worked. “Ah… I’m sorry. I guess I didn’t sleep very well last night… again. What were you saying?” He ran a hand through his hair, standing up from his chair.

“The new girl started today. I wanted to introduce you to her.”

That was news to Hoseok. He didn’t remember anyone talking about hiring someone new. Curiosity struck him as he walked out of the room and up the stairs to the main area of the funeral home. It was hard to miss the new girl as stood by the reception desk, her sweet face and adorable smile resembling that of a pure angel.

Hoseok approached her, bowing politely before smiling to the girl, “My name is Hoseok. I’m in charge of cremation downstairs. It’s a pleasure to be working with you.”