#hellohxraeth

summoned: myungji ! [ @hellohxraeth​ ]

     ☀ ⤑ if there is something that can be considered a major flaw in the fairy doctor’s personality, it would be the sad fact that he’s practically married to his work and is incredibly loyal to it. he has missed countless dates, stood up a number of people, his workaholic tendencies all to blame. this, of has become a touchy issue for his lovers past and older, and he has then made a vow to never devote himself to another until he resolves his issue. 

                       except, he kind of slipped up along the way. 

not unlike how he’s slipping and tripping on his own two feet at nine in the evening, three hours late to the dinner date he set up with his favorite florist. on his hand is a medium-sized bouquet of white orchids (i am forever sorry) and pink roses (please believe me), a few of the lovely stems on the verge of wilting from his speed. he curses his self-sacrificing ways after making a turn in an alley, missing a pole by a hair in his momentary distraction. 

his hopes for being forgiven are quite low, and he has no idea if all his (valid) excuses would work with jaehwa. still, he takes a deep breath and fixes his tie the moment he arrives at the florist’s doorstep, a million apologies running through his head, the bouquet safely hidden behind his back. his white doctor’s coat is still on, stethoscope around his neck, but he had no time to change into something more presentable. 

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                    “you are to pick up the daughter of the senator oh today,” his boss had told him. “surely you’re familiar with this university?” leaning close, he looked at the pictures being shown to him on the iPad. he nodded briefly, knowing that the university was close to his siblings’ middle school. “you can wait outside of the building. school ends in an hour. we’ll be having dinner tonight but their father couldn’t pick them up. and i offered to have them picked up.” garrett could feel himself smiling. his boss was one of the kinder people of this world. he was dropped off by the school, still in his suit and along with his two subordinates. students whispered amongst themselves, seeing the three of them. hyunwoo simply stood up, paying them no mind. he was used to being stared at. 

                    until he heard a gunshot. one look at his two companions made them know that this was no ordinary pick up. 

ship moodboards: 03 / ?? (mimo!harleyivy ver.) @hellohxraeth

@hellohxraeth​ // continued from here.

it was dark in all sense of the word - fiona woke up thinking that maybe she had been blinded, but when she could feel the eyes intact in her sockets, she managed to slump her shoulders back down in relief. the lights were off, and the curtains were drawn - but fiona could see that it the sun had set, although she didn’t know the exact time. it could be way past midnight for all she knew.

the mattress beneath her was soft, which meant she was not on the overused, cheap cushion in her apartment. despite the relief of realizing her eyes were still properly working and in place, the rate of her heart beat sped up once the fog in her brain had cleared. where the fuck was she?

suddenly, a small crack of light - a door opening. a shadow of a tall figure - a woman, maybe. she squinted her eyes, trying to adjust to the new light. “who -” she began, her voice cracking, unused for god knows how long. she paused, cleared her throat, and tried again. “who are you?”

it’s not like this happens very often, no, moon doesn’t really kidnap someone and imprison them in her home. in fact, she had never done something like this before-- but this one, this specific girl, whom she had laid her eyes on ever since she had seen her in that alley, she couldn’t stop thinking about her, thinking about her scent.

she never left moon’s mind ever since that night.

oddly enough, her charms never worked for the woman. they had several encounters, to which she doubts the woman remembers-- mostly were a failure, her seemingly hypnotic powers doesn’t work either. it frustrates moon so much, so much that she had decided to do this the hard way.

she had to keep her all to herself-- for how long? she wasn’t sure, heck, moon doesn’t even have any idea why she wanted her so badly. did she wanted her blood? maybe, but killing her is such a waste of beauty. no-- moon had already made herself believe that she wasn’t going to kill her.

a few steps forward and moon stops in front of the woman, not too close but not too far away either. she didn’t want to subject herself to possible assault, after all. “you do not remember me?” she asked, voice calm with a hint of curiosity. she smiled with feign innocent, both hands remained on her back and she walked back and forth. “of course, you wont. you’re not supposed to.”

her steps came into a halt, and spared the woman a glance. “but contrary to you, you’re very difficult to forget.” she continued to walk, this time, towards the woman. and she leaned closer until they were face to face. and under heavy eyelids, her pair of red orbs remained firm. she took the time to stare at the woman’s face up this close, hand -- though hesitantly -- lightly touching the side of her face, in the most endearing way possible.

it all happened during that one sunny day at london. the moment cyrus peeked through the blinds on his window, he already knew what he wanted to do for the whole day. the sun was shining brightly, he couldn't afford to throw this opportunity away. which explains why he actually dragged destery with him to the park by the river-- a place he grew fond of visiting. 

besides wanting to feel the nature, cyrus had other motives of being out here, under the sun. he had his colored pencils and some various types of pencils with him. he was going to sketch, that was a part of his plan, but then seeing how the tiny boy’s frame being illuminated by the sun, cyrus couldn’t help but to change his subject. and so here he was, sitting against the bed of grass, a sketchbook on his lap, while a pencil on his one hand.

a few more shadings, and he was actually done. he jutted into a pout a few seconds after, seeing how something on his sketch looked kinda odd. he sighed.

“could you stop moving for a second?” he said, before sparing the boy a glance.

sex + romance headcannons

status: accepting

🎥 Who is my muse’s celebrity crush?

Katy: “What would a crush mean? Someone I admire? OH! Well, no one in particular. They all have their superb traits and beauty! If my Cassie becomes a celebrity, I’ll definitely crush her!”

Haena: Krystal of f(x)

Luhan: He doesn’t follow pop culture that much.

Garrett: In his modern verse, he finds himself very attracted to Emma Stone.

💍 Has my muse ever had a one-night stand?

Katy: When explained what a one-night stand was, Katy was speechless and unable to comprehend every word so she simply shook her head in shock.

Haena: None at all. 

Luhan: He doesn’t recall. But it feels like he did.

Garrett: No.

💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?

Katy: “Hugs and kisses!”

Haena: Calling out of nowhere, calling her partner by her nickname/pet name she gave, attempting to cook something her partner enjoys, and singing them to sleep.

Luhan: By being more of an asshole than he usually is. Perhaps groping their ass.

sex + romance headcannons

status: accepting

😘 Would my muse have sex on the first date?

Luhan: Yes, if he found himself being quite attracted to his date. And if it was with this person’s consent.

Victoria: Definitely no. Perhaps after a few more dates. 

Garrett: Not at all. Or even if this person was someone he’s just dating. In his mind, someone has to be married in order to fully share that kind of bond with someone.

Mina: She’s unsure as she hasn’t been on dates before. However, she would imagine that she would like to know the person to a personal level before engaging in any form of skinship at all.

👎 Would my muse ever cheat on their partner?

Luhan: To their current partner, definitely no.

Victoria: It would depend on how much she loves her partner. Though she’s not very likely to do so.

Garrett: It hasn’t even crossed his mind and he would never be the type to do it.

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“i’ll always choose you.”

his breath hitched, the feeling of the smooth blade against his skin causing a tremor to run down his whole body. in his mind, he watched sehun make a nick on his skin, licking the blood that trickled down his cheek before kissing him. just so the metallic taste of blood could roll on his tongue. he dismissed such thoughts as he heard sehun speak, his eyes looking down.