#heavnsque

[precicus]

a starter for heavnsque   .   ♡

                                       what a coincidence.  never in a million years did he even imagine running into someone he knew at the station earlier that morning,  but her out of all people?  the class’ most quiet,  reserved student whose voice he could barely even recognize turned out to be the daughter of that very police officer that had taken care of him.  more trouble was   not   what he needed now:  his parents were livid at the fact that he took part in such a stupid activity with a couple of his friends they already disliked in the first place.   ‘   they’re not good kids.  you are not allowed to bring them into this house.  they are going to ruin you,  your focus should be on nothing but school.    ’   one of the many examples how they would go on and on nagging him about how awful their friendship was.  it was obvious,  he had to make sure eunchae was not going to say a word about what she saw before school.

as the teacher let them loose,  chungho had already packed his bag and was ready to head off.  a tennis practice was going to take place back at the school in a few hours,  but he had enough time to take care of his day’s biggest worry.  once outside the class room,  he stopped,  lingering around the door:  clearly waiting for someone.   ‘   had fun keeping a secret?   ’   the corner of his lip rose up when his eyes caught a glimpse of her,  quick steps ready to follow her wherever.

[virtces]

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“Ma’am, I’m not arrogant. I’m a cop,” Jisoo flashed the girl his badge and resisted the urge to roll his eyes. His voice only just barely managing to keep level and non annoyed as he grabbed the girl’s arms and put them behind her back. He knew this was his punishment but that didn’t mean he had to like it. “Please stop resisting. You’re intoxicated ma’am.”

[grvitys]

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“long night?” he asks, looking over at the other with a raise of his eyebrow. “you seem like you need a drink.” of course they probably did, graham was literally a bartender, but he liked pointing out the obvious. he used the cloth in his hand to finish cleaning off the glass before asking: “what will it be?”

[hnydews-archive]

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one thing about his new job that he loved was that he actually loved it. to roll out of bed in the morning without the sense of dread in the back of his mind brought him so much joy. granted he doesn’t get paid as much as he did with his previous company, but patrick learned (relatively) late into his life that his happiness and well-being mattered so much more. 

so far the people he had met at the office were pleasant. friendly, but it would definitely only be a matter of time until they revealed their true nature. that would be nothing patrick was not used to. 

oh, and another thing he loved about his new job was the change of scenery. his old home was nice, comfortable, but his new home was much closer to work. scenic, too! patrick was busy enjoying his new neighborhood, occasionally snapping pictures of cafe menus he passed by, when he noticed a familiar face. what was her name again? did he even caught her name at the office? 

“hello,” patrick said almost sheepishly. he was still dressed in his work attire, so maybe she would recognize him instead of thinking he was a complete creep. “i’m patrick, the new consultant. do you live around the neighborhood?” 

[sleepscng]

closed starter for @heavnsque‘s miyeon!

hanbin wished the day would end already.

he had just wrapped up a meeting with foreign investors, which took up a lot of his time and most of all, patience. making sure they will still invest in the company wasn’t easy and he had to spend hours just buttering them up so they would sign the goddamn contract. least to say, hanbin was exhausted and wanted nothing more than a bowl of hot jjamppong to fill up his empty stomach, but even then he wasn’t sure where to get good korean food in the canadian streets. with a sigh, he made his way towards the last business of the day.

his father had made him donate a generous amount of money towards the montreal hospital under the company’s name, due to his ‘good old friend’ working there and as a result, he was invited for a meeting with the board of directors to show their gratitude. hanbin had retorted that they could have just given him a thank you gift, to which his father scowled, brushing off his sense of humor. (clearly, the old man did not have one.)

“mr. song! welcome!” his ears perked up at the sound of fluent korean and he turned to find an elderly man around his father’s age donning the usual white outfit walking towards him, his steps almost enthusiastic. “so glad to finally meet jihoon’s son in flesh. apologies for not being able to come to your wedding.” hanbin clenched his teeth and muttered a ‘it’s okay,’ already not liking how the conversation was going. he hated being reminded of his loveless marriage, the bitterness never left his tongue from that day.

“—unfortunately, the board of directors are a little busy right now, but fret not! i asked one of our best residents to give you a tour around for the time being so that you won’t regret being one of our greatest donators.” he didn’t even have time to protest nor process what was happening until she was right in front of him, the words dying in his throat at the sight of her.

the one that got away.

“miyeon?”

[vintcgedrop]

starter for : @heavnsque​

     it had become a bit of a typical reoccurrence to find himself sprawled out on her couch with either a game controller, or the remote in his hand. not that he was paying much attention to either. with his phone in hand he was too busy snapping pictures of the hardworking girl in front of him with the rouse that he was on twitter. but he was feeling particularly antsy today. having the sudden urge of jumping into a pool, and dragging her along with him. but she seemed less inclined to agree with the book laid out in front of her. “studying? you don’t know about studying it’s summer time.” his joke made himself chuckle as he gently flipped the page she was working on to give her innocent eyes. “we should go. before it gets late. and then the water is like cold cold instead of just cold. i’ll feed you even. just say yes.”

[peachyuus-arc]

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[svechnikovs]

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“ uh, hi. “ voice is quiet as he speaks, stepping into the office. “ i’m sejun -- the history curator from the museum downtown. i called earlier about the sculptures you had here. “ male peeks around, not seeing another soul in sight. he didn’t even know if sooyeon was here. “ we were interested in them for the opening of new greek exhibit. " 

[mrcvry]

starter for @heavnsque​ based on this: 

                     ------ she could feel the rhythm of her heart at her throat, dancing away with a song she thought was lost forever: it was him. he was staring at her, unaware that just the weight of his eyes was enough to leave her out of breath. she wanted to run, to get out of there before it was too late, but the power of that look, of the soul behind that look, was enough to keep her from doing so. slowly and doubting of each step she gave, she got closer, and closer to him, until there were only a few centimeters between them. was she dreaming? was she finally dead and this has her heaven? ❝ i---hello, you happen to remind me of someone i knew a log time a go so --- i just wanted to know if, maybe, it was indeed, you ❞ now there was no scaping, there was no going back, she already felt her heart pulling her closer to him, as if he had seen him just a couple of hours ago, and not a whole century ago.

[hnydews-archive]

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sometimes even the god of war himself sought out a moment of peace. was he truly a god if he was not selfish? he loved being in the heat of battle, adrenaline pumping through his system, purple and blue blossoming on his skin, but he was bored. so bored. surely, no one would notice if one soldier was missing.

he was once again took form of a young man named jung yonggun, a mma trainer with a penchant for trouble. in his extremely long existence, he has taken many forms but this one? this one was currently his personal favorite. any form that would allow him a way to meet with a certain goddess was welcomed.

if the sound of his motorcycle’s engine didn’t alert his presence, then him waltzing into the venue certainly will. already some staff gawked at him, frozen and unsure what to do, as he quietly walked through the room. he doesn’t blame them for being terrified. it was a normal reaction, after all.

there. the corner of his lips tug into a smirk once he caught sight of the most beautiful woman in existence completely focused into her work. the mortal couple lucky enough to have aphrodite herself as their wedding planner was truly blessed. “love what you’ve done with the place,” he said, breaking the silence. “your eye for beauty is as remarkable as always. i think you’ve outdone yourself this time.”

[vintcgedrop]

i just want to shout out the actual loves of my life??????? so like thank you for loving me and being real and nice and talking to me and being patient with me and laughing at my bad jokes (special shout out to anthony who has no choice but to be annoyed by me all damn day LMAOO) so anyway thank you loves hope you’re happy and smiley always. i love our ships and our things so much. so blessed to have met you guys @swtener​ @jellyloved​ @lastblossoms​ @hcneywords​ @heavnsque​ @avvakcndlivcs​ @temptaticns​

[lcvemedc]

58 ( hyejin + hajoon ) HEHEHE

things you said prompts || open.

They’re alone. Hajoon has always made it a habit to be first or at least very early for practice. Even at sixteen he has reached a level of discipline for his sport most people struggle to maintain. When he spotted her from the corner of his eye he immediately rushed over to greet her. He expected her boyfriend to come onto the field shortly after but even now after minutes of small talk the field remains empty except for the two of them. The words are burning on his tongue but his heart lacks courage. It has for a long time, so much so that he’s had to watch her get into a relationship with his teammate, his friend. He knows it’s too late now and still part of him wants to say it. If he could just finally get it of his chest, stop thinking of her, dreaming of her, stop his little world from revolving around her. There’s a momentary silence and he knows that this is moment. If he’s going to say it he needs to say it now. “Noona, I really l–” Hajoon meets her eyes, they’re always sparkling, mesmerizing, and all his courage melts away in a matter of seconds. It’s replaced by fear, fear of rejection, fear of the consequences and the words, ‘I really like you’, die on his tongue. He coughs, tries to recover by pretending he was just lost in thought. “I really look forward to the match this weekend. Are you coming to watch?”