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[hannybkpop]

Dancing Dreams

Chapter 1

(I would love some feedback especially since i decided to start writing again, I will also be working on re-writing My Han Fanfiction and making it better, Thank you)

Synopsis ..... As a 20yr old born and raised in Busan South korea, you finally moved forward in your life and managed to Join The Best Dance company out there. You make Friends you could never forget and so many memories you will cherish in your life. Your love Life will blossom and the sturggles of life will finally reach its peak. Will you manage to get through it or get overwhelmed by evrything and everyone ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was an early Monday morning, the sun rays were shinning through the cracks in your curtains perfectly lighting your face. "its too early for any of this" you groan and turn over to the other side where the sun dont shine. "Y/N get up youre going to be late!" your mom yelled at you from the kitchen. You turn back around and sluggishly sit up right, criss-cross apple sauce still half asleep and slouching forward. "Thats right" you thought to yourself, "Todays the first day of my dance class" you check your phone and time reads 7:34am. You get up and start making your way to the bathroom still dragging your feet, but you couldnt help but feel butterflies in your stomach. you make your way to the bathroom and brush your teeth, then your face and you apply lotion " you cant forget to take care of your face" you say as you laugh. You walk towards your closet wondering what to wear. your closet was full of black and white, not really any other color because brights just wasnt your thing. you decide to go with some black sweats, a white crop top and some white Filas. you decide to keep your hair down, kinda wavy and grab a hair tie for later. you head down stair and you can hear the sizzling of possibly bacon or sausage and the smell of toast. Your mom had breakfast ready for you, two eggs over easy just the way yiu love em, two strips bacon and some white toast. " Thank you, if you wouldnt have made me breakfast i would have gone on coffee for the whole day" you say wiith a moutful of toast. You tend to live off of coffee, not a day goes by without it. once you finished eating, you grab your keys and head out "Bye mom, ill see you later" you say as you turn around and wave good-bye.

You hop in your car, plug in your phone and start listening to some of your favorite tunes. The first song that plays is Enhypens Given-taken "Wake up in day one, cheonnare achim jomyeongin bichweo taeyange nunbit" you sing, using your vocal chords to their full extent. Next played Aespas- Next level which lead to ITZYs Mafia. You pull up to a starbucks and lower your music, "Hello welcome to starbucks, what can i get started for you today?" The employee asks cheerfully this morning. "Hello can i get a Venti Iced caramel macchiato with 2 extra shots of espresso and extra caramel" It was your go to drink, just the perfect amount of espresso and caramel mixed together. "Of course, is that going to be all for today?" she asked, "Yes ma'am, thank you" she tells you the price and you pull up the window, you grab your drink and head off straight for the dance studio. A couple more songs played through, you jammed out to Nct, Exo, A.C.E, Oneus and so many other groups and then you finally arrived. Your heartbeat accelarated slightly just at the thought that you finally get to start your dance classes.

When you were just ten years old you found k-pop, it was music you had never listened to but your curiosity got the best of you. From finding TVXQ you were slowly dragged down the K-pop hole but it was possibly the best thing that had ever happened to you. From then on 3yrs went by, you were finally 13 and you thought to yourself that you wanted to be a dancer and that someday you would be a back up dancer or a choreographer for the idols you look up to. You asked your mom to sign you up for dance classes , she agreed and signed you up for modern dancing, from then on you moved on to hip-hop, contemporate and breakdancing which was honestly possibly the hardest to learn, who knew breakdancing could make you feel like you could break yourself in a heart beat. And thats how you got here, you auditioned to join Dream Team dance studio, one of the hardest to pass and yet you managed to make it through, but the price for this dance class was pretty high so you also planned on getting a part time job.

You finally turned off your car and started heading towards the building, since you were still new here you had to follow sign procedures and which classes you would be available for and suited for. You headed towards what seemed to be the front desk but didnt see anyone there. "Hello?" you called out, and then a girl peeked her head out the corner of her office "Hello sorry i didnt hear you walk in" she said very sweetly " what can i do for you today?". You open your bag and pull out the paperwork you had to fill out Prior to your first day "Oh, i am new here and today is going to be my first day starting my dance classes" you hand her the papers and she goes through, she tells you to give her a quick minute and she walks back to the office, she comes back with a lanyard and keycard attached " Welcome to DT, Heres your badge" she hands the item over to you and you seemed kinda confused " oh, sorry let me explain. So we do get certain people who come thorugh to practice at times and we use this badge so that any unwanted personal dont just barge through wihtout permission. we really do want our dancers to feel safe and comfortable in this enviroment" its like she read your expression. So many questions came to mind of who could possibly come to this studio, Idols seems to cross your mind but you just push it away because it only happens ever so rarely. "Thank you so much, ill make sure not to lose this", you start to head towards the doors and turn around because it totally slipped your mind to ask what room your class was in. “im sorry, but what room will i be heading to?” you ask. “ oh, right i guess we forgot, you will be headed to  floor 7 room c” - she chuckles. You start to make your way back to the double doors then you hear her say " if you lose the badge, its a $100 fee to replace it", You grab the badge tighter knowing that thats alot of money just to replace it. You excitedly scan your badge and make your way through the double doors, as soon as you walk through you see a cafeteria  to your right and a mini market to your left. You walk towards the cafeteria and see that they also have a cafe in the corner. “oh hell yeah, i can grab myself some coffee anytime i want now’” you think to yourself as you sip on your starbucks.   You turn around and starts making your way to the elevators, as you walk back you overhear a group of girls chatting about floor 7, you stop in your tracts to listen in a little more, you werent trying to eavesdrop but you were still new here and wanted to know what they had to say about the floor your class is in.  They started talking about how the rumor about idols showing up at the dance studio was true but the only floor they ever go to was floor 7, since floor 7 was were the best choreographers were located. You start to walk away slowly picking up your pace because in your head that was impossible, you werent notified exactly of who the special personal was. You thought maybe you should have asked more in depth questions, but you didnt because you were so excited. You finally make a stop at the elevator doors almost running straight into them,you push the up arrow button and the doors open. When you head inside you push level 7 but on the mini screen it says Please scan badge. You grab your  badge slightly shaking and scan, you get approved and the doors close.  The  elevator starts to go up and you are so deep in your thoughts you start thinking out loud. You start pacing back in forth asking yourself if what the girls were saying  was true. The last thing you needed was for an artist to show up and make a fool out of yourself, at this point you have your arms up in the air and you dont notice that the elevator stopped on floor 3. As you turn around you see three different males standing infront of the levator staring at you, all three were in black masks and some sort of hat making it hard to notice their faces. You make eye contact with one and the realise your arms are still up in the air. “oh my god, i am so sorry” you say as you are still panicking. The one on the left giggles to himself, the one on the right is unphased but the one in the center kept eye contact with you. You  could barely utter another word, but you manged to scoot over and make room for the three of them. You are so embarassed you face away and place your head against one of the elevator walls. You see that one of them goes to push floor 7 as well but they realise that floor number 7 is already chosen. They look over and notice that you also have a badge that lets you in the top floor but they leave it at that. The ride from floor 3 to floor 7 seemed like it was taking forever, and you couldnt believe that on your first day you managed to make a fool out of yourself. You finally reach floor 7 and the elevator doors open. You make your way out first   and walk as fast you can to room C, the  boys follow behind. With your mind still racing you walk straight passed room C  unknowingly that you almost run into a window at the end of the hall.  As soon as you come to a stop you hear, “ You do know thats a window, and not a door right?” he says with a mocking tone. “ oh yeah, i knew that, i just wanted to take in some sun” you say as you turn back around and go straight for room C.  “Hyunjin, youre going to be late for our dance class” han says  after opening the door to room A, “Sorry, i just wanted to take in some sun” he giggles to himself.

You have eyes looking at you from running in and closing the door shut, your face lights up red "I'm sorry". You continue to walk in and the dance room catches your eye, its so spacious, the walls painted an oxford blue, and a set of two clear window that reach from top to bottom on the left. "First time here i see" one of the girls calls out to you, "oh yeah, this dance room is nice" you are in complete awe. "i was the same way the first time i walked in this room, by the way if you dont mind me asking, what was that all about earlier?" she cocked her head to the left. "oh that~, so i made a complete fool of myself infront of these guys who were on the elevator with me, i guess i was so nervous that i also almost walked into the window at the end of the hall until one of them called out to them" you say with a slight laugh as you look down on the floor. "Oh geex, i would have probably done the same. So whats your name?", "my name is Y/N, whats yours? you ask, "Oh my name is Elizabeth but you can call me Eli, i hope we can be good friends from now on". As soon as she finished the doord behind us opened, "Hello, it seems like everyone here seems aquianted, well lets get started from where we left off. Hello you must be y/n, i have heard alot about you from our scouts who were at the auditions." She says with a very curious tone, you can feel all eyes on you. "He-hello" you tense up slightly just at the thought the teacher knows who you are. The class officially starts and everyone seems to have gone to their places, you make your way towards the back of the class to watch the dance everyone one learned last semester. You watched them practice a couple times before you joined in. After going through the dance a couple more times Eli looks at you in awe "I can see why you were accepted into classes in the 7th floor, youre really good"

  Classes proceeded for the rest of the day that time went by so fast, it was already 7pm and it was time to go home. "So i believe i will be seeing you tomrrow?" Eli asked, "Definitely, i had so much fun today and im so excited for the rest to come. I might stick around to practice just a little more" You say with enthusiasm in your voice. Eli leaves while waving back and youre the only one left in the room. You walk up to the radio and plug in your phone through the aux chord, you scroll through your playlist you are debating between Enhypen- given taken, TXT- Puma and Starykids latest release Thunderous. You decide to go with thunderous since you just had decided to change the end because you crouched down and walked foward by yourself it would look funny. You finally finished making the end and finally remmebering it so you decide to finally run through the whole dance. After dancing Thunderous a couple times you finaly drop down tired, you hear the door open behind you and turn around to see who could possibly still be here and to your suprise its the 3 mysterious men from earlier. "You're really good, did you make the ending for Thunderous?" asks the one with the medium length black hair, his voice sounds so familiar but you cant seem to remember who it could be. "Oh uhm, yes i did. i kinda figured if i danced it alone i would look stupid" You giggled to yourself "Like imagine crouching down and doing this?" you start to do the ending of the dance, "Youre right, haha it would look kinda funny" Says the one on the left, and again his voice also sounds very familiar but you really cant remember. " I guess we should introduce our selves, My name is Changbin, Seo Changbin" Your eyes widen, "Hi My name is Jisung, Han Jisung. But don't tell anyone you saw us" He shoots a wink. "Well i guess it my turn, My name is Hwan hyunjin, and if you ever feel like Getting some sunshine again Make sure not to try to run out the window" He laughs to himself. Youre face flushes red, You barely manage to even Speak. Did i really just make a full of myself infront of STRAYKIDS?!?! Is the only thought running through your head.

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𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐫𝐤’𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭 , 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐁 𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐈  ! 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐬 @𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐦𝐳 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 . 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐦𝐳 , 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡 . 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐲𝐜 , 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 . 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐬 . ( 𝐜𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 + 𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐢𝐦 ) + ( 𝐦𝐲𝐚 , 𝟏𝟗 , 𝐬𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫 , 𝐩𝐬𝐭 ) 

hi lovelies! allow me to introduce myself! my name is mya, you can reach me on discord for plots at ˗ˏˋ 𝐦𝐲𝐚 ˎˊ˗#8406 and i have never had a single cohesive thought in my life! now that that’s out of the way let me introduce you to my demon child connor! i spent literal hours on his intro and it’s still not good but that’s besides the point but for your best viewing experience you may wanna see it through his blog for the ~aesthetics~ anyways on with the intro!

triggers will be tagged and marked accordingly as they come up but here’s what to look out for: cheating tw, death tw, cancer tw, and alcohol tw

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄

bellamy connor livingston

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒

bells

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘

october 26th, 1997

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

6″0′

𝐀𝐆𝐄

23 years old

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑

male

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒

he/him

𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

ceo of premier event manangement / event planner

𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒

english

𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

bisexual

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌

alex fitzalan

here is his childhood home, family vacation home, and his current home

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

bellamy connor livingston was born in MANHATTAN NEW YORK on an unusually cold october day 

his father was voted as the SENATOR of new york and his mother was a LUXURY REAL ESTATE AGENT who sold a majority of the penthouses on the upper east side, it wasn’t easy living in new york and NOT knowing who the livingston’s were, whether you saw their names on billboards on heard it in passing on television you knew who they were

but the livingston LEGACY precedes connor’s successful parents and goes way back to his ancestors who made their fortune, specifically one of his GREAT grandfathers who was granted 160,000 acres along the Hudson and was an OFFICIAL FUR TRADER AND BUSINESSMAN who earned the family a whopping $35 BILLION DOLLARS and the wealth continues to grow RICH  KEEP GETTING RICHER

in short connor is a total TRUST FUND BABY.

while a family like this is usually drowning with TURMOIL the livingston’s lived a fairly scandal free life, even when you did MASSIVE DIGGING, no signs of infedlity, their four kids got along great, and they were BIG on philanthropy and giving to charity 

𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐖 

this is until you stepped behind CLOSED DOORS which is were the livingston’s liked their SKELETONS to remain, connor’s dad, was a SERIAL CHEATER and the only reason no one ever spoke up is the livingston family INFLUENCE no one dared to cross them 

𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐖

despite growing up in such a TOXIC ENVIROMENT connor was actually a really good kid, his grades were nothing to write home about, and he was definitely a CLASS CLOWN but he did what he was supposed to, and stayed out of trouble for the MOST PART

he was the ELDEST of four children so he felt the need to be a good influence on what would prove to be a BUMPY ROAD for the family 

connor’s high school experience was not what you would expect from someone of his  CALIBER, well at least not ALL of it 

for starters he had the tendency to be a bit ARROGANT due to who his parents were and because he knew the scope of their influence, and he used this to his advantage, he was definitively a “DO YOU KNOW  WHO MY FATHER IS?” ass bitch, partly due to the fact people had always treated him differently and thus it went straight to his already empty head

and he PARTIED a lot, whether it was throwing parties in a penthouse his mother rented SPECIFICALLY for him, attending LAVISH parties, or jetting off to THE HAMPTON’S   “for lunch”, school became a DISTANT PRIORITY

so distant in fact his parents ended up hiring a TUTOR to help him with his studies, and you wouldn’t believe me when i say connor FELL and he fell HARD

so hard in fact i’d say he CRASHED, two planets colliding into each other that was although a CATASTROPHE was ENCHANTING to see, but i’m getting ahead of myself

BEATRICE or BEA as connor and nearly everyone else called her, was connor’s opposite in almost EVERY WAY, she was a straight a student, and connor could hold a c average if he made the effort to CHEAT, she went to their private school on a SCHOLARSHIP, his parents had enough money to buy the ENTIRE SCHOOL, but they were IN LOVE

and i mean the kind of love you see in ROMCOMS the kind of SICKENINGLY SWEET love that others will tell you is IMPOSSIBLE, but they made it work, bea made connor more serious but his studies, and he in turn fell COMPLETELY and EFFORTLESSLY in love. see BEA was already WHOLE so think of this story less of two halves COMPLETING each other, and more so two wholes COMPLEMENTING each other 

they continued to date throughout the rest of high school, and BEA became apart of his family, his mother referred to BEA as her DAUGHTER IN LAW, it was cemented in everyone’s minds that one day the two of them would be MARRIED

oddly enough connor NEVER met BEA’S parents no matter how much he BEGGED and PLEADED, all it took was BEA telling him her family life was something she was UNCOMFORTABLE with and he dropped the subject COMPLETELY 

due to BEA’S influence, connor applied to university, COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY, to be exact and got ACCEPTED into the school of BUSINESS, of course BEA also applied an got ACCEPTED into the school of SOCIAL SCIENCES

connor didn’t HESITATE to PROPOSE to BEA and to no one’s surprise she immediately said YES and the plan was to get married IMMEDIATELY and so the date was set for JULY 17TH 2017, the theme to be WINTER WONDERLAND, it was BEA’S idea a winter wedding in summer, and seeing the way it made her absolutely BEAM it was worth it

the MONTH of the wedding was a tense one, GRADUATION, PREPARING FOR COLLEGE, and a WEDDING

however TRAGEDY would strike, BEA was LATE to the WEDDING and anyone who knew BEA knew that she wasn’t LATE to anything, that’s when connor got a call that would change his life FOREVER

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖

remember how i told you BEA never wanted connor to meet her parents? that’s because BEA was sick, CANCER to be exact, and didn’t want connor to find out. her parents tried to rationalize that she didn’t want to seem him HURT, and that she told them EVERYTHING about him, she DIED with connor right by her side, and what was supposed to be the HAPPIEST moment of his life became the SADDEST

𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖                 

that was THREE YEARS AGO and to this day he hasn’t recovered since

𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐇𝐎𝐋 𝐓𝐖

since then he has gotten two new vices DRINKING and HOOKING UP, it’s not unusual to see him at a bar drinking his FIFTH or TENTH shot of vodka and taking home his SECOND or TENTH girl of the night

𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐇𝐎𝐋 𝐓𝐖      

he has been CLOSED OFF to the idea of love ever since, and hasn’t held a STABLE relationship since then, he simply can’t see himself COMMITTING to anyone as he did with BEA

in LIGHTER news, he graduated from COLUMBIA with his associate’s in BUSINESS and is now a ceo of his own EVENT PLANNNG company, which has been extremely successful in putting on TOURS, CHARITY BANQUETS, CONVENTIONS, CONCERTS, and the like, they specialize in everything except WEDDINGS

and his father 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍 has started his presidential campaign, that connor has somehow managed to rope himself into

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓

he fights in an underground fighting ring.

it started innocently enough, after BEA passed away he wanted an outlet something where he didn’t have to think about the GUILT and could let out his ANGER, really he wanted something to distract from the SADNESS 

BOXING seemed like a good idea until he couldn’t harness the anger and nearly KILLED his opponent 

that’s when things fell into place, his “ FRIEND ” who witnessed the fight first hand told him about this fighting ring that him and a couple of other people were involved in and connor decided WHY THE HELL NOT, he felt as he had NOTHING else to LOSE

and thus began the cycle of showing up to work in shade to hide BLACK EYES and surprisingly enough BRUISES are easy to hide behind three piece suits

and now current day it’s become THERAPY for him, since a lot of the guys are just like him, looking to ESCAPE from something in their PAST

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 

scorpio sun, scorpio rising, virgo moon

𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 

chaotic good

𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈 

estp-a

𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌 

type 7w8

𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 

choleric

𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 

slytherin

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 

in order: physical touch, quality time, receiving gifts, acts of service, and words of affirmation

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒 

adaptable, adventurous, affable, affectionate, ambitious, amusing, attentive, brave, bright, calm, caring, charismatic, charming, committed, courageous, creative, decisive, dependable, determined, diligent, determined, direct, driven, easy-going, efficient, engaging, enthusiastic, extroverted, flirtatious, forthright, frank, fun-loving, funny, gregarious, intelligent, knowledgeable, lively, logical, loyal, mischievous, neat, objective, observant, open-minded, organized, outgoing, passionate, persistent, playful, practical, pragmatic, protective, quick-witted, rational, realistic, reliable, responsible, romantic, self-confident, sociable, strong-willed, and trustworthy

𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒 

abrasive, aggressive, aloof, analytical, argumentative, arrogant, assertive, avoidant, belligerent, blunt, bossy, calculating, callous, cautious, competitive, condescending, confrontational, critical, cynical, deceitful, defiant, destructive, detached, discreet, dishonest, dramatic, evasive, explosive, foolhardy, grumpy, guarded, harsh, headstrong, impatient, impulsive, insensitive, intimidating, irrational, judgmental, melancholic, narcissistic, negative, opinionated, outspoken, perfectionist, pretentious, private, quick-tempered, rebellious, reckless, rude, secretive, stubborn, temperamental, thoughtless, unemotional, vain, and violent

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐎

i’d like to say he’s a weird amalgamation of characters i liked in media i’ve consumed, and although he relates more to some characters than others this is an incomplete list of my influences

p.s. you can click on the names of a character to see a gifset of them that reminds me of connor <3 

𝑺𝑪𝑶𝑻𝑻 𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑮 ( 𝐀𝐍𝐓-𝐌𝐀𝐍 ) , 𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑷 ( 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 ) , 𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑩𝒀 ( 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 ) , 𝑫𝑨𝑴𝑶𝑵 𝑺𝑨𝑳𝑽𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑹𝑬 ( 𝐓𝐕𝐃 ) , 𝑹𝒀𝑨𝑵 𝑯𝑶𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑫  ( 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 ) , 𝑱𝑶𝑯𝑵𝑵𝒀 𝑩𝑹𝑨𝑽𝑶 ( 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐎 ) , 𝑫𝑼𝑵𝑪𝑨𝑵 ( 𝐓𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 ) , 𝑨𝑳𝑬𝑿 𝑹𝑼𝑺𝑺𝑶 ( 𝐖𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 ) , 𝑪𝑯𝑼𝑪𝑲 𝑩𝑨𝑺𝑺 ( 𝐆𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐏 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ) , 𝑪𝑨𝑺𝑬𝒀 𝑮𝑨𝑹𝑫𝑵𝑬𝑹 ( 𝐀𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 ) , 𝑳𝑼𝑲𝑬 𝑫𝑼𝑵𝑷𝑯𝒀 ( 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 ) , 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑲 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑮𝑨𝑵 ( 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒 )

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑪

𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮. 𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐓𝐖𝐎, 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄, 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑.

𝑬𝑿𝑬𝑺 𝑶𝑵 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑴𝑺. 𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐓𝐖𝐎, 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑.

𝑬𝑿𝑬𝑺 𝑶𝑵 𝑩𝑨𝑫 𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑴𝑺. 𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐓𝐖𝐎, 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑.

𝑭𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺. 𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐓𝐖𝐎, 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑.

𝑭𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑺 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑩𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑭𝑰𝑻𝑺. 𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐓𝐖𝐎, 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄, 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄.   

𝑺𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑵𝒀 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬. 𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐓𝐖𝐎, 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑.

𝑺𝑳𝑶𝑾 𝑩𝑼𝑹𝑵. 𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐓𝐖𝐎, 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑.

𝑷𝑹 𝑹𝑬𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷. 𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐓𝐖𝐎, 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑.   

𝑻𝑶𝑿𝑰𝑪 𝑹𝑬𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷. 𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐓𝐖𝐎, 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑.   

𝑼𝑵𝑹𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬. 𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐓𝐖𝐎, 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑.

𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑪

𝑺𝑸𝑼𝑨𝑫. 𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐓𝐖𝐎, 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑.

𝑹𝑶𝑶𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑺. 𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐓𝐖𝐎, 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑.      

𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑰𝑵𝑭𝑳𝑼𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬. 𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐓𝐖𝐎, 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑.   

𝑩𝑨𝑫 𝑰𝑵𝑭𝑳𝑼𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬. 𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐓𝐖𝐎, 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑.

𝑩𝑬𝑺𝑻 𝑭𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑫. 𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐓𝐖𝐎, 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑.

𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑳𝑫𝑯𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑭𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑫. 𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐓𝐖𝐎, 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑. 

𝑵𝑬𝑮𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑽𝑬

𝑭𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑺 𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑬𝑫 𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑬𝑺. 𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐓𝐖𝐎, 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑.

𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑬𝑺. 𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐓𝐖𝐎, 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑.

𝑭𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑬𝑺. 𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐓𝐖𝐎, 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑.

if any of these interest you feel free to message me! i have ideas for all of them that i’m always ready to share! also feel free to mix and match any of the plots above a good influence who has an unrequited crush but is also his roommate? sounds like content to me, a friend with benefits turned best friend turned exes on bad terms we love to see it! and if none of these seem interesting to you fill free to check out connor’s wanted connections page!

[richrubies]

Heated (Simon D x Reader)

Swiping the back of your hand against your forehead, you cringed at the beads of sweat that made contact with your hand. Summers in Seoul were brutal; being a major city, it was not only hot from the heat, but humid from the amount of people, buildings and roads as well.

No matter how many years you’d lived in South Korea, you were still not used to the stickiness; what made it even worse was that you had just finished helping a friend move apartments, and it was only eleven in the morning. Meaning you still had the rest of the day to suffer in the heat.

The only positive of this day was that once you’d finished helping your friend, you were meeting up with some of the AOMG and H1GHR gang at one of Jay’s many time-share homes that over-looked the sea and had a pool. You’d waited all week for this, and after all the heavy lifting you’d done, you deserved a swim and a nice weekend away.

By time you had gotten back to your apartment a stinking mess, Kiseok had already left, taking your packed bags with him, leaving you with a limited wardrobe to suit the weather. As soon as you had showered, you flicked off a text to Kiseok about the clothing situation, only to receive a message back seconds later.

You’d dug through the wardrobe as Kiseok had instructed and found exactly what he said you would – the bag of clothes that you’d stolen from the set when you were still bitter about Jay double-booking you and another agency model. 

The swimsuit you found in the bag was cream in colour – a body-suit styled one-piece where the lower area was made of a base material which then became mesh the further up your body it travelled, leaving your skin exposed, but protected behind the mesh material. On the chest, travelling from each breast to your navel, were embroidered red roses, covering the necessities. It wasn’t anything too exposing – but the expensive material was definitely eye-catching, that you couldn’t deny. Trying to keep your clothing as light as possible, you threw on the black skirt-dungaree over the top, leaving one of the straps unbuckled to accommodate for the fact that it was slightly too small for you now, before putting on a pair of slides and making your way down to the car.

By time you’d arrived at the house, the drive-way was packed with cars; it wasn’t a party weekend per say, but whenever the crew got together, there was always that vibe – fun, alcohol and a whole lot of trouble. Still, you loved being with everyone, having felt lucky to every have been able to meet all of the artists through Kiseok to begin with.

Jumping out of the car, you turned to look at the commotion that was coming from the front door of the house, ‘Yah! Y/N’s here!’ Jun-won yelled, his small eyes lighting up with mischief. You threw him a grin and gave him a half hug, along with Won-jae and Je Wook.

‘What are you three up to?’ you ask, fanning yourself as you stood and talked.

‘We’re just going to get some more drinks and food; Kiseok-형님 and Jay-형님 went out earlier to grab a few things as well, but everyone keeps putting in requests for more stuff so we volunteered to go,’ Won-Jae explains shyly while you nod in understanding.

‘Plus, we’re the only ones who haven’t drunken anything yet, so we had no choice,’ Jun-won adds, the older male attempting to keep his gaze solely on your face, and away from the swimsuit that surprised even him.

They left moments later while you continued into the house, where music was playing and the happy laughter could be heard throughout.

Hyun-jung was the first to spot you as you walked through the house, and she stood quickly, an excited smile on her lips, ‘You made it!’

‘언니!’ you greeted happily, hugging her tight as she stood, a red cup in one hand and a cigarette in the other, ‘Have you been well?’

You greeted the others in the room, giving out hugs left and right, before following Hoody out to the pool where Ju-kyung and Sunghwa were playing in the water. The heat was still unbearable, but as soon as your feet were dipped in to the cold water, you were able to focus on Hoody as she talked animatedly about what she’d been doing since you’d last seen each other.

By time Kiseok had arrived back at the house, you were already in the pool, or more so, sitting on Ju-kyung’s shoulders and wrestling with Sunghwa who had forced himself on top of Hoody for this round once they kept losing.

Your laughter was what attracted Kiseok’s attention – he’d seen your car on the drive and knew instantly that you’d be in the pool; it was the one thing you were looking forward to all week. He just didn’t expect to see you on top of Duck, in a see-through swimsuit.

Leaning against the door frame of the panoramic sliding doors, Kiseok watched with a frown and an uneasy feeling within him as you laughed while versing Sunghwa, your eyes lit up in joy. Jay joined him moments later and whistled low, ‘Y/N owns a swimsuit like that?’

‘She stole it from the Yatch mv after you cut her from the scenes,’ Kiseok mutters, his eyes narrowing as Ju-Kyung’s hands gripped at your thighs, sitting a little too high for his comfort.

Jay snorted, ‘I thought I’d seen it somewhere. Tell her she can keep it…And that I’ll buy her more, as long as we get to see her in them more often,’ he teases the older male, knowing how he got when it came to you.

‘Yah!’ Kiseok hisses, glaring at his friend before turning back to see that you’d succeeded in pushing Gray into the water. As you celebrated with Ju-kyung, giving a celebratory hug once you’d come down from his shoulders, Kiseok cleared his throat to make himself known.

As soon as you heard him, you turned and grinned, ‘You’re back!’

‘Mm,’ he hums, eyeing Ju-kyung who was bright pink from your hug, ‘We just got in.’

‘Do you need held unpacking the bags?’ you ask, having cooled off enough to actually volunteer to help around the house.

‘Sure,’ Kiseok shrugs while you step out of the water. His heart thrummed at the sight of you – your legs had already begun to darken from the sun, not by much, but he knew your body like his own and noticed the smaller details. The swim-suit you wore revealed the matching tattoo you’d gotten last year on his birthday, sitting on your spine. He hated this feeling – the possessive, jealous feeling that came around every so often, but he couldn’t help but feel that there were some parts of your body that only he should see; secret places and beauty marks that only he should know.

As you dried yourself off with a towel, too preoccupied with the task at hand, Kiseok took off his short-sleeve button-up and placed it on your shoulders, leaving him in his plain white top, ‘Here, just wear this…Have you got pants?’

You shook your head, not noticing how he had checked over his shoulder to where the younger members of the group who had been watching as you bent over, making sure that they’d all looked away, as you slightly buttoned the shirt, ‘I don’t think I’ll need one…This is pretty much a dress on me…Plus I’ll probably get back in the pool once we’re finished.’

You gave him a peck on the corner of his lips and murmured a thank you for the shirt before walking back into the house happily and unaware of the stares at your legs and your boyfriend’s ever-growing discomfort.

By time you’d unpacked all the groceries and refilled chip and dip bowls, you were hot again. Kiseok had been quiet as you both worked, nodding every so often but otherwise having no input into the conversation.

It wasn’t unusual for him to be quiet – you were a talker while he was a listener, but even this was too quiet for him.

‘Are you alright?’ you ask Kiseok as he walked you up to the room you were sharing so that you could get the layout of the house.

‘I’m fine.’

‘You sure?’ you ask gently, moving to hold his hand despite the fact that you were clammy.

Rejecting your touch by snatching his hand away, he nods, ‘I said I’m fine.’

‘Oh…Okay,’ you nod in surprise.

His behaviour only worsened as the day wore on – if you weren’t laying on the loungers beside the pool talking to his hoobae, you were in the pool still talking to his hoobae.

He tried to not let it bother him – it had been a while since the kids had last saw you, and a lot of them were fond of you, but Kiseok drew a line at the sight of you helping Won-Jae put on sun-screen lotion.

He’d moved quicker than ever from the air-conned living-room that over-looked the backyard, to you and the younger artist sitting near the end of the pool, ‘Yah!’

‘Why?’ you ask Kiseok casually as you rubbed at Won-Jae’s back. You’d just spent the last twenty minutes growling him for not wearing lotion – he was so pale that the sun would cook him alive without putting on the cream.

He was shy, though, shier than what he let on, and had given you a quiet ‘ok’ seconds before you leapt into action.

Pushing your hands aside, Kiseok threw you a glare before turning to Won-Jae and squeezing an unnecessary amount of cream on to his back, ‘I’ll do it.’

‘Kiseok, I was almost finished,’ you tell him with a roll of your eyes, ‘And you’ve put way too much on!’

Kiseok was not gentle. No, in fact he was almost slapping the lotion on, leaving red marks all over Won-Jae’s back while you tisked in disapproval. Once Won-Jae had bowed and practically scattered away, you looked Kiseok with a frown, ‘Yah, what was that all about?’

‘Nothing,’ Kiseok responded, getting up and walking away before you could say anything else. You were unable to dwell on Kiseok’s behaviour once Hoody called you from the pool and beckoned for you to get in to the water, reminding you of a Siren as she grinned cheekily.

Soon enough, night-fell and the sun took a lot of the blatant heat with it; Kiseok had been missing in action for a majority of the day, which you’d not had time to pay attention too – it seemed every few minutes, someone else was asking for your time and attention which you happily gave, simply enjoying the fact that you were with friends in such a relaxing environment.

Dressed in an over-sized shirt that you tied at the front, exposing part of your midriff in hopes of it helping you keep cool, and a pair of loose denim shorts, you sat beside Chase and happily chatted away in English; he had been telling you animatedly about the tour they’d all just returned from and was giving you a demonstration of one of the many fan girls who had gotten too close; his hand was holding yours as he continued the story, explaining how the fan had practically held him captive through hand-holding in the alley-way. You were laughing happily at the fan’s antics and the story when Kiseok loudly stated from across the room near the grills, ‘Yah, Y/N, I didn’t bring you here to flirt with my company members.’

The group of people in hearing distance, which was practically everyone, all suddenly became quiet as they looked between a surprised you and a pissed off Kiseok.

Immediately, Chase’s hand dropped yours while Kiseok turned and looked at Jay, laughing obnoxiously, ‘At least Chase got my drift.’

‘Ah, jeez 형,’ Jay grumbled, his voice carrying through the awkward air, ‘Way to make everyone uncomfortable.’

‘It’s not like it’s a lie right?’ Kiseok asks the room as if it were an open discussion, ‘Half of these shameless fools were drooling over her body all day, anyway;’

You scratched at your arm, uncomfortable with being the topic of conversation before putting on a fake smile and murmuring, ‘자기야…Let’s talk somewhere else huh?’

Kiseok didn’t reply, instead he took another swig from his bottle, his eyes remaining on you as you excused yourself from Chase and your conversation, and gingerly walked past the long table where everyone sat, avoiding your gaze, to tug at his arm, ‘Follow me.’

Kiseok rolled his eyes but did as you asked, leaving his bottle at the grill, the conversation picking up once more, only a little quieter and a lot more uncomfortable.

You walked to the bedroom and closed the door once Kiseok had entered, throwing himself down on the edge of the bed and looking up at you lazily, ‘What?’

You were already near the verge of shedding tears – you were embarrassed, not only did he say something inappropriate, not to mention a private issue in front of your friends, but the younger artists who were new to the gang and were already feeling a little out of place.

‘Why did you say that?’ you ask him, upset, ‘I haven’t done anything wrong!’

He scoffed, rolling his eyes and looking the other way, ‘Right.’

‘Tell me,’ you say, tapping at your chest, ‘if you have an issue with something Kiseok; don’t just pick a fight in front of everyone. That’s embarrassing!’

He leaned against his elbows, looking out the window and shook his head in disagreement. Frustrated, you raised your voice, ‘I’m talking to you Kiseok.’

‘Why’d you put lotion on Won-Jae?’ he asks coldly, turning to look at you with narrowed eyes. Incredulous you sputter, ‘He was walking around in 30-degree heat with porcelain skin and that stupid beanie of his on his head! He needed it!’

‘So why did you put it on? Why not let one of the other girls do it?’ he asked, referring to some of the party-girls that Jay had invited during the day time.

It had taken months for Won-Jae to get used to you, yet alone strangers who were at the house for the sole purpose of flaunting themselves. And besides that, you’d practically forced the poor boy to put the lotion on his body, anyway.

‘What about Duck? Why’d you let him touch your body? Or Chase hold your hands?’ Kiseok asked rapidly, his accent coming out thick as he accused, ‘And why the hell did you wear that damn swim-suit? Do you know how many people were staring at you today?’

‘Kiseok, it was a one piece that covered my body even though it was net-mesh,’ you defended. You personally didn’t see anything wrong with the swim-suit. It hid your body better than a two-piece ever would, and it hid away some of the flaws that you believed you had, without you having to cover up completely, ‘And I don’t think what I wear is something you should be deciding!’

Kiseok scoffed, ‘So what? You’re going to keep wearing clothes to get the attention of the kids out there?’

‘I’m not trying to do that at all! It’s hot, Kiseok! I’m not going to cover up for the sake of your jealousy.’

‘This isn’t about my jealousy,’ he argues heatedly, his hands swaying in all directions, ‘I’m just saying that you’re wearing clothes that are giving everyone else a bad image of you! They all probably think you’re easy because you’re walking around half naked like some slut!’

You gaped at him, your mouth in the shape of an O as you took in his words, the tears that had threatened to fall, eventually making their way down your cheeks, ‘I am not a slut, Kiseok.’

Kiseok’s ranting halted as soon as he saw your tears, ‘I didn’t mean it like that!’

‘Whatever, Kiseok,’ you muttered, looking down at your feet, ‘I don’t want to talk about this anymore.’

‘Babe,’ Kiseok called as you left the room, swiping at your tears and unravelling your shirt so that it hung down properly, ‘Come on, you know I didn’t mean that.’

Making your way back down the stairs, you stopped in the hallway and checked yourself in the mirror; your eyes were slightly red-rimmed, but otherwise not too bad despite the slight sting you felt from the tears. Petting your face to flush your cheeks, you frowned at yourself before letting out a sigh and plastering on a small smile.

You re-joined the group moments later and apologized, ‘Sorry about him, he’s just feeling crabby today from all of the heat,’ you excused while everyone sung back choruses of ‘it’s okay,’ and ‘don’t worry about it’, ignoring the obvious fact that you’d cried.

By time Kiseok had come back down the stairs and joined the party again, you were already halfway through your meal. You’d opted to sit beside Hoody and Jay, the two safest options within the large group of people gathered. Kiseok sat at the head of the table, not far from Jay, his eyes constantly wandering back to you as you talked quietly with Hoody, who threw him occasional glares.

As you sat and cut your steak, Kiseok asked hesitantly, ‘Baby, can you please pass me the salt.’

The table continued their conversation but were obviously aware of the tension between you and Kiseok. Sighing, you got out of your chair and grabbed the salt shakers from further down the table before walking them back to Kiseok and placing them in front of him, ‘Here.’

Gouging your mood and the fact that he’d acted like an ass, Kiseok sighed knowing he’d upset you and it would be a long night before you were ready to let him grovel, yet along properly talk and apologize to you. Giving his thanks, you nodded stiffly in return before walking back to your seat; Kiseok didn’t fail to miss the fact that you’d loosened your shirt, and instead of feeling relieved, he felt nothing but guilt.

You gave Kiseok the cold shoulder all night.

If you were sitting at the pool edge, talking to some of the guys who’d gotten back into the pool after dinner, and he’d join you, you’d quickly make your excuses and get up, finding another group to talk to.

Jay, Chase and Hoody observed in amazement as they watched from the table they sat at, all with beers in their hand, ‘Look at that fool, he’s following her around like a lost puppy.’

‘That’s because he acted like an ass,’ Hoody tells the two men with confidence, ‘He made her cry, and now he feels bad.’

‘Did Y/N tell you that?’ Jay asks in wonder at her insight.

Hoody rolled her eyes, ‘You’re not that observant of the little details for someone who does a lot of the hiring for our label.’

Jay brushed off the comment as Hoody continued, ‘She had red eyes when she came out; there’s only two things that give you red eyes like that, and we all know that Y/N isn’t a smoker. Serves Kiseok-형님 right anyway. Our Y/N’s an angel. Everyone here has a lot of time for her – he’s lucky she even deals with all of his shit.’

The trio couldn’t help but agree with that. They’d witnessed the relationship between you and Kiseok go through thick and thin, and you had always remained as his strong back bone and constant support; you were a rarity in their world.

It was late when you found yourself in the bedroom, freshly showered and ready for bed. You’d excused yourself while the party was in full swing, the effects of your busy day hitting you at once as it neared one in the morning.

While you’d showered, Kiseok had followed you up to the room, and was sitting on the edge of the bed, his head hung low as he sulked at your ignoring of him.

He’d prefer you yelling and screaming at him than pretending he didn’t exist. Rubbing his face tiredly he sighed regretfully at his behaviour, before looking up at you hopefully as you re-entered the room wrapped in a towel.

Ignoring Kiseok, you dried yourself before pulling on a loose shirt and underwear; drying your hair with the towel and turning on the fan so that you were cool even during the night, you continued to move around the room, prepping yourself to sleep. As you walked past Kiseok for the millionth time, he quickly snatched at you and pulled you into his lap, ‘Yah…Let’s stop this now, huh?’

You tried to push him away, only for him to hold you tighter, locking you in his embrace.

‘Get off,’ you grumbled, ‘It’s too hot.’

‘I’m sorry about what I said earlier. I don’t think you’re a slut, or any other nasty name like that. I don’t.’

You kept trying to escape his touch, not wanting a bar of it. Still, he held you, burying his face into the crook of your neck, ‘I was being stupid all day, and let my jealousy get the best of me. I know you’d never do what I said you were doing, and that I was just being stupid.’

He didn’t let you respond, instead he held you lovingly and rocked slightly, ‘And I know that I shouldn’t tell you how to dress, or what you should do with your body. I’m just not used to all of these guys being around you – especially not the younger ones…On top of that, your legs looked so nice today, and everyone was staring…’

You gave him an annoyed look to which he smiled sheepishly, ‘But I still shouldn’t have said all of that in front of the group. I’m sorry for embarrassing you, and for talking to you like I did earlier.’

You sighed and muttered, ‘Kiseok, I’m not here to impress anyone. I’m here because it’s the hottest summer since 1997 and I really wanted to swim. I used what was available to me at the time, which if you think about it – without the ridiculous jealousy and pettiness – you’ll see is actually a modest swimsuit.’

As you spoke, Kiseok nodded in agreement while staring at your lips, making you wonder if he was even listening at all. Still you continued.

‘–And, I love Won-Jae, but like a mother hen. He needs protecting!’ you defended, having ranted for the last three minutes about all the things Kiseok did wrong. Just as you opened your mouth to keep up the momentum of your rant, Kiseok smiled and kissed your lips gently, halting any chance of a conversation.

‘You talk too much,’ he mumbles against your lips a moment later. He planted several more kisses on your face before releasing you. You stood and sighed, giving up on being angry with him as he smiled happily up at you – it was just too hard to resist him.

‘Apologize to Chase tomorrow, and baby Won-Jae too,’ you say as you walk to your side of the bed and sit on the edge while Kiseok sprawled in the centre of the bed, his hand scratching at your back soothingly.

‘I will.’

‘And I’m going to wear another bathing suit tomorrow, and you better not say shit about it,’ you warn him, looking over your shoulder to where he was laying, propped on one elbow while the other stayed in contact with your body.

‘Fine.’

‘And you better not speak to me like you did today ever again, or else you’re dead-meat,’ you warn him, though the threat came out gentle.

‘I won’t. I promise.’

You nodded in satisfaction before laying back on the bed, only to have Kiseok lace his arms around your body and cling to you – his usual reaction to whenever you fought and made up, was to force you to stay by his side until he felt reassured that you guys were okay. Usually it was okay, but the warm summer’s night breeze left no room for his cuddles.

‘Yah,’ you groan moments later having just escaped his clutches only to be pulled back in, ‘It’s too hot for this. I’m going to start sweating again.’

‘You’ll be sweating soon anyway,’ he says suggestively, kissing at the base of your neck.

‘Fat chance,’ you tell him with an eyeroll, heaving him away while he pouted, attempting to crawl back into your personal bubble while your held him back with your hand, ‘Go and shower, you stink!’

‘Stink of love for you baby, come here,’

‘You’re so gross!’ you squeal as he managed to pull you into another crushing hug and blowing a raspberry into your neck, ‘Yah! Get lost!’

Laughing, Kiseok lay on top of you, his nose brushing yours while he laced his fingers through your own, ‘I really am sorry about earlier. I don’t like making you feel bad, baby.’

‘I know you are and I know you don’t,’ you murmur as he gave a sad smile, the playfulness gone.

You stroked his face gently while he leaned into your embrace, his lips kissing the palm of your hand tenderly and murmured, ‘I’m so lucky to have you.’

‘You’re not wrong,’ you respond with a smile, giving him a quick kiss before shoving him off and cutting away the sad tension as you told him sternly, ‘Now go shower!’

Nodding, Kiseok did as you said; and on return, found you fast asleep, one leg sticking outside of the sheet you had used to substitute a blanket, and your arm hugging a pillow to your chest. Smiling at the sight, he shook his head and walked into the wardrobe to get changed, only to halt in surprise and dread as his eyes took in the outfits you’d prepared for tomorrow.

More so, the swim-suit made up of small triangular pieces and bits of string that made today’s swimsuit look like a nun’s gown.

‘God damn it,’ he cursed to himself with a shake of his head, ‘You should have just been grateful for what she wore today,’ he says woefully as he glares at the clothing with hate, ‘Aish.’

[dalyunministry]

Word Ministration

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Topic: Anything is Possible

By: Min. Sergius

Let's pray

Father we thank you for your will tonight and thanking you for your ministrations even Now,I pray and I set my self aside and ask you to speak through me unto Us through JESUS,the Christ we pray. Amen

I will be sharing with as this evening on a theme titled : ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE

I trust God ,by the end of this sermon our minds will be well positioned and our heart will be ready for manifestations of a divine call.

Please, do stay with me for half an hour and you'll be blessed by the Spirit.

I'll start with a powerful song lyrics with the same theme I'm ministering tonight by giving exposition on just the first stanza,which goes like this;

"There is no shadow

That has ever overcome Your light

And there is no rival

That could ever stand against Your might

You've always been with us

Every battle You've already won

Oh, we've already won"

Hallelujah, these were a selected inspired words by the writer looking at the magnificent nature of our God towards humanity.

You and l can attest to the fact that God can do Anything.

I want Us to pick up our scripture from saint Matthews gospel the nineteenth chapter....And we will know what the Lord have for Us

Scripture:

Matthew 19:26

AMP:But Jesus looked at them and said, With men this is impossible, but all things are possible with God.

All things, that means anything is POSSIBLE WITH GOD! All things .....and take note not some things! That is to say ,we are serving a living Messiah who can change the worst of life to suit a transforming life betterment.

Basically, we are living in a world today ,where many people are facing the worst side of life and all seems to be bound to happen. People are being frustrated every time and then,being emotional challenges, economical challenges, societal challenges, relationship problems, financial constraints and all lot just to mention but a few.

Watch this:

JESUS was once confronted by a very rich guy and inquire from him saying Master "what good thing shall I do,that I may have eternal life" and He answered flee from all the things that destroys mans eternal life in the heavenliest such as do not murder, steal, commit adultery and all and He answered Him, Master I've kept all these since infancy!

Then He looked at Him and said there's one thing "sell all thy possession and distribute unto the destitute, homeless ,the orphans and come follow Me"! He got amazed and was taken aback at such responses and knew he was rich. This is a worthy fellow,very blessed but its was a very crucial challenge for Him to let go off all what He acquired over years of hard work or being graced!

So,He thought of it and was very disturbed whiles going and Jesus looked up and said, how tragic it is for a rich man to enter the Kingdom of heaven than a camel passing through the eye of a needle into the Kingdom!!!!

Watch this people of God,I want to open up our eye to some important facts about life in the Now....You see,people are struggling in all walks of life and others are blessed soo much to forget even God!

The life we are living in the Now,has been like tossing to and fro....like playing a dice and trying to score 6/6 in a perspective of worldly achievement by neglecting the workings of our soul....

Jesus said ,"Mans life is not in the abundance of His possession " therefore take heed and bury all covetousness. That means ,if we can see from different perspective pertaining to the glorious future in the New Jerusalem, Which is the calling of Humanity... In fact that's what our life is meant for....

Hear me somebody ,maybe perhaps you're very far away from the Kingdom of God, that is to say you not born again, the Lord is telling Us All things are possible unto them that believed".

The key principle here is He that believed "..there's a call unto believing and that is self realization of your stature of the pursuit in which you're envelope in it".

You see, if all you can do for yourself is to attain the best of schools and acquire the best of degrees and come out with the best of working enviro, is not enough when JESUS is not in Your heart (and having JESUS in Your heart is by declaring His Lordship)

Life is all about JESUS....And He is telling Us tonight, it doesn't matter where you are in the World, your struggle, your current situations, problems and whatever it is "WITH GOD ,ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE".

And Paul knew it is possible with God and make a profound declaration by saying

I can do all things through Him who strengthens me. Philippians 4:13

Hallelujah

The good News is that JESUS STILL SAVES and its doesn't matter what you might have than in the past,its doesn't matter what went even wrong ,its doesn't matter discovering Him and accepting Him late ....all it is in the NOW is JESUS SAVES AND HE HAS OPENED THE FLOODGATE OF GRACE to redeem Man back unto Himself

I did not come unto Us this evening with what will entice Us according to our achievement in the natural realms of life....No ooo,,,that's myopic, Your salvation and that of others is the MOST PRIORITY of our being here on Earth.

The bible says:

Ephesians 2:8-9 “For by grace you have been saved through faith, and that not of yourselves; it is the gift of God, not of works, lest anyone should boast.”

That means, GRACE IS THE PERSON OF JESUS and by His loved for Humanity, sacrificed His blood for our redemption. Therefore,the key principle of life is knowing your closeness with GOD!

The bible says "Come unto Me all who are heavy laden,and I will give you rest"

Brothers and sisters, this is possible with GOD. Therefore, I will end here with these scriptures:

Acts 16:30-31 “Sirs, what must I do to be saved?” So they said, “Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and you will be saved, you and your household.”

Acts 4:12 “Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved.”

May the peace of God guide the intent of our Heart to receive His grace in our lives in Jesus' name . Amen.

[jackaccletonhonours-blog]

XB3001 - Evaluation blog 1 Prototypes

Prototype 1

For our group’s first prototype we went with the theme transcendence and decided to construct a 3d Metroidvania style puzzle game in which the player begins life as a simple human mutated into some alien blob of mass that is looking to go through the ship to the command center.

This project however started life as a slightly different idea with the player slowly transforming as the game went, this made it an interesting tale of transcendence in which the player would start as an ally to humans eventually and slowly becoming something they had to attack on sight and the aliens would become your allies

It fits into the theme of transcendence due to the constant human change towards more alien abilities and mentality instead of having any sort of shreds of humanity, this is an opposite form of transcendence in the sense that you are not working to something holy but instead towards something horrific.

For this i mainly tooked time to research more aggressive alien like mutations such as necromporphs in dead space or prototype 

Dead space 2′s ubermorph, a creature that has fully mutated and inhuman in form, its hard to say or tell if this was even human once.

Dead space 2 divider, a more human form that can split into multiple smaller limb forms, visibly once human so more in line with what our original idea was.

During this and all of the projects I created artistic assets and I believe I contributed well to the team and constructed work to a good standard. For this one I worked on character art and designs for the main character and possible mutations the character could take throughout the game, in the end the mutations were scrapped in favor of a single blob form for the main character.

Player turnaround ref

The first idea/example of mutation i did, would have been used for melee combat and climbing

The art shown here i believe is atleast heading somewhat towards a professional quality if only for the layout of how it is drawn and the explanation centered nature of the piece (though i do like the blood effect on the arm mutation).  however it still has some way to go. The line work is very boring and the colors dont really pop out without shading so the images seem very 2D and flat. 

Prototype 2

For our second prototype we decided on the theme of fate and for this we opted to create the prototype for a 3d oceanic exploration game in which the player must dive down into the ocean and into a lost civilization to find out what lurks down there and discover the memories of the people no longer alive.

The theme fits as there are questions of the player’s fate as well as showing the ultimate fate of the people of this place in which the player will hear their fates and stories as the game progresses. To add onto story during this me and Samuel worked together to create a fully realized backstory for the player to add to the game and to show they before this they did infact have a life.

Once again in this I created the main character’s design and general attire as shown below. I looked into very old and weird diving suits and equipment as shown below also

Diving helmet

2 divers wearing diving suits

a very odd diving suit which has been affectionately called ‘The Banana’ which is very obvious to look at this and come to that name

To compare this to professionals in the industry as well as artwork form other people closer to me and on tumblr, most of those are of a much higher quality. There is little to no shading on this piece making it seem rather flat and boring, the hands seem very odd and the proportions seem slightly off

Prototype 3

For our 3rd and final prototype we decided to go with the theme of wonder I believe this was shown by creating a vapourware style bullet hell boss rush shooter game with the wonder coming into the backgrounds the player has to fight through and look at.

This game was based on games in a similar style such as furi in which the player must move from specific area to specific area only ever fighting a difficult boss in the area before moving on to a small walk/break and fighting another boss.

Each area and boss much like furi would be relegated to their own area specific to them in which they are interconnected to one another for a player to go to.

Enviroment art in this style is something i believe im good at however looking at other peoples pieces i see issues i didnt before in this, the fence in the bottom left simply connects to nothing here in the line work. If i add the colour down below

we can see that it did add some life to it and gave it some character however the shading is still lacking and an issue and some of the glass doesnt really look liek glass plus those 2 smaller bridges under the larger one seems like they lead no where

[gabrielnoahblake]

Between the Raindrops // Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Hello! This is Part ONE out of I don’t know how many. The story is up on Quotev too, under the same name. Titel has nothing to do with story except the fact that London is rainy, I love rain, and rain is romantic haha.. You rushed through the corridors of Bart’s hospital, aiming for the morgue section. You were in your final year studying medicine, an intern at Bart’s asigned in the general medicine department. But due to this and that you spent a good amount of time in the morgue for practice. Which was exactly where you had your first encounter with the person behind the legend of Sherlock Holmes. You walked in the morgue and saw Molly waiting behind the glass, though she semed to be fascinated with whatever was taking place beyond it. It was a morgue though, filled with dead people, what could have possibly been so interesting to have her pupils dialate like that?  Instead of leaving it to your imagination you walked up to her and followed her line of vision, but what you saw nearly made you feel as if somebody had hit the back of your knees. He was tall, God he was tall. He was slim, tousled dark hair framing his pale face, but i couldn’t tell his eyes from where i stood. He was dressed in a black suit, a black shirt underneath whilst his collar was casually unbuttoned. Holding what looked like a riding crop in his right hand, he repeatedly lowerd it sharply upon a randoom deadbody, placed on the table in front of him. He looked so focused and determined with what he was doing, you couldn’t tell if it was creepy or hot.  “ Oh my God… ” “ I know, isn’t he? ” Molly spoke dreamily next to you. In seconds, you found myself glued to the glass like she had been, gawking. It was just impossible to look away.  “ Who is he? ” “ That’s Sherlock Holmes. A chemist, here at Bart’s, and a consulting detective in his off time. ” Molly said. Your eyes goggled as you turned your head towards her slowly, then back towards the glass.  “ Heh, well aren’t we lucky. ” you suddenly scoffed “ Why is he doing that? ” “ Experiments, he does it frequently. ” “ Frequently? I’m here often, how come i haven’t but once witnessed this before? I believe it’d be hard to miss. ” “ He usually comes in the after hours so there’s nobody around. Well, nobody alive. But there was a case earlier today so he was early. ” Molly said as you noticed the man had stopped with whipping the lifeless body. Still mezmerized, you nearly missed Molly as she hurried inside.  You saw him pull out a small jotter pad write things down as he instructed Molly to text him on what kind of injuries would form on the body in the next 20 minutes. As she started staggering with her response, you noticed him double glancing your way as if though he only just realised you was present at all. Noticing his puzzled stare, Molly glanced at you and back at Sherlock. “ Oh, sorry. You don’t know each other. ” Molly laughed lightly “ Why don’t you do that and i’ll go pick up this man’s files. ” she said and walked off.  “ I’m Sherlock Holmes. ” he spoke monotonusly, looking up from his jotter pad “ And you are? ” Erm, sexually frustrated?? “ Hi, i’m Lucy, Lucy Amond. ” “ An intern i suppose, quite skilled and quite intelligent. You do stand out in the crowd. ” he spoke, his ghostly blue eyes analysing you in a somewhat incredious manner. “ I’m sorry? ” you gave a puzzled look “ Did Molly say something? ” “ Not a word. ’‘  ” Then how can you tell all that? “ you returned your gaze on Sherlock, your voice humorous.  ” It’s quite simple. You’re younger. “ ” Younger? “ ” Yes. Out of all the other interns i’ve come across here, you seem to be the youngest. That indicates you started your educations a few years earlier than your peers, which on it’s own means you’re on a higher intelleactual level than the rest of the interns, probably have an excellent memory and are quick to register new information. “ ” Okay, then how do i stand out in the crowd? It sounds like you’ve been watching me. “ ” I observe everything, you so happened to be a part of the scenery. “ ” And i stand out how? “ ” First there’s the fact that you’re younger, you probably don’t recieve proper attention from the doctors, looked down upon on, they underestimate you. Judjing by your choice of outfit i see it’s bothering you. “ ” What, my outfit? “ you quickly look down on yourself ” Is there somethign wrong with it? “ ” There’s nothing wrong with it. Sits your age, sits your height, but doesn’t sit your purposes. “ Sherlock stepped aside from the table to be able to see bellow your waist as well ” A skirt, quircky top, leggings, platforms, though you probably have sneakers in your locker. I see nothing wrong with it what so ever, but apperantly, you’re aiming for a speciffic effect. You possibly want to have a positive subconsious effect on the patients, but that’s still not everything. You don’t want doctors relying on you for your skirt, you want them relying on your brain. Clearly, you’re failing. ’’ As you blink a few times, a look of amazement spreads on your “ That was.. amazing. Kind of rude, but still awesome. ” “ Pardon? ” you furrowed his brows in question. “ It was amazing, your deducing skills. ” “ Please, this is nothing. You should see the looks i get from Scotland Yard. ” Sherlock says, making his way out of the mortury.  “ Scotland Yard? ” you call after him, rushing out of the morgue to catch up to him. “ Are you a detective? ” “ Consulting detective, only one in the world, i invented the job. And i work here as a chemist. ” “ A consulting detective… ” you trail off, nearly missing him as he turned a corner sudenly “ So when Scotland Yard hits the bottom, they come to you for help? You must be really brilliant then. ” “ Told you you catch on quick. ” he noted, looking over his shoulder with a wink before switching corridors again and going up the stairs with you on his tail.  “ Wait i have a question. ” you call reaching the top. Sherlock turned on his heels, the same poker face peering at you as you nearly bumped into him. “ How did you know i have sneakers in my locker? ” “ I know that simply because no human being can take walking in these dreadful, but strangely appealing to the eye shoes all day. I believe you come here in your sneakers, change into platforms or heels in the locker and at the end of the day do reverse. ” with that he turned on his heel again and disappeard behind a door. When you caught your breath you followed him inside, realizing this must be his lab. You walked around, observing and scanning, oblivious to Sherlock’s calculating gaze following you from under his curly locks.  “ My turn to ask a question. Why are you following me around? ’'  ” Hm? “ you turn to him a curious look in your eyes ” Oh i um, i guess i was just so impressed i wanted to know more. “ ” Know more about what? “ ” Erm.. you? “ Sherlock gave you a suspicious look ” Erm, your work, your detective work, it sounds intriguing. Besides, you’re the only consulting detective i’ll ever meet right? Might as well learn from you, at least. “ ” I don’t have time for trivial things, i’m busy. “ ” Like you said, i catch on quick. “ Sherlock kept analysing you, yet you were so focused on examining his lab you didn’t even pay attention. ” What exactly is it that fascinates you so much? What do you imply under 'learning from you? “ Humming  a happy tune you walked over to him and look over his experiment ” My parents are profilers, they work at the BAU. So since i was a kid i’ve been spending lots of time in a crime-solving enviroment. You could say it’s something I have a knack for, i miss it. Besides, hospitals are a massive source of information. I could be of use~ “  ” Interesting… “ Sherlock gave you a lingering look before turning away sharply and applying his attention to whatever was under the microscope ” Don’t you have homework to do? “ ” Mr Holmes! “ you say sternly and push him away from the machine by the shoulder, gettign up in his face ” Don’t underestimate my skills, and don’t think i’m a child who has to go by her bedtime curfew. I’m an adult, i’m qualified and a person capable of such detailed deduction such as yourself, clearly needs somebody to help him out. “ ” Oh really? However clever you are, i don’t need a second brain, thank you though for the offer. “ he responded, unfazed by the closeness you were applying. ” I’m not offering you a second brain mr Holmes. I’m offering you unlimitted access. “ you quirck a brow up, knowing it would catch his attention. ” Access to what? “ ” Anything you need for a case. I can arrange you access to things Scotland Yard can’t, and, on the base of your personality, probably won’t. And i can have my parents authorize me to give them orders around. How does that sound? “ Sherlock inhaled deeply, his eyes still deducing you. ” Oh alright. “ he finally bend.  ” Yes! “ you moved away from him happily, clapping your hands.  ” I suppose i could have some good use of you. “ Sherlock said, fixing his jacket ” But do keep in mind i will want you available at all times. You may not get enough sleep, eat or even go home for days, i hope you’re prepared for that? Give me your phone. “ he shot you an expecting look. ” Mr Holmes i study medicine. “ you shoot back, handing him your phone ” Not feeding or sleeping properly is kind of what i do on daily basics. “  Sherlcok snorted, his lips curling into a smile as he returned the device ” Alright then. There, you have my phone number. You start tomorrow. Now off you go. “ he nodded towards the door and you made your way briskly ” Oh and Lucy. “ Sherlock stopped you just before you shut the door ” Stop calling me mr Holmes. Name’s Sherlock. “ Another grin stretches on your lips as you nod and run off to go rejoin with Molly again