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prettywordsyouleft · 5 years ago

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10 Dates | The Test Date

Summary: Kim Junmyeon was the epitome of a perfect catch - he was successful, handsome and everything you currently didn’t want in a man. Yet after agreeing to his request to give him 10 dates in total to change your mind, you realised you might have been looking for someone like him all along.

Pairing: Kim Junmyeon x reader

Genre: dating au / romance

Warnings: none

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“I cannot believe you had a guy court you so romantically!” Kelsi exclaimed as you paced the floor of your shared apartment the following morning. You had managed to get home last night and into your bedroom unscathed, not having the energy to deal with her swooning, heart-eyed exclamations so soon after your ordeal.

It was barely tolerable now as you rolled your eyes in her direction.

“I don’t think it’s romantic. I mean, Y/N said she didn’t want to meet with him again. Why are you agreeing to his offer? You should message him right now and say you’ve thought about it and you’re not interested. Why lead him on like this?” your other roommate Ayla expressed, forever the logical one of the pair. She sat down on the couch beside Kelsi and gave her dreamer of a friend a scrunch of her nose before biting into her toast. “Who is this guy anyway?”

“Kim Junmyeon, CEO of Kim Industries,” Kelsi announced and Ayla snapped up in her posture, her eyes turning round as she stared at you.

“The Kim Junmyeon was your date last night?”

“Yeah.”

“And you managed to turn him down? Wow, more power to you, my independent friend! Who needs a man?!”

“The whole thing is, Y/N doesn’t want to remain alone,” Kelsi announced, Ayla’s expression growing thoughtful.

“Then why turn him down?”

Sitting down across from them with a heavy sigh, you threw your hands up in the air. “He’s amazing.”

“I’m not following.”

“She’s gone mad,” Kelsi concluded and you shot her a look. She merely shrugged and stole the second piece of toast on Ayla’s plate.

“He’s everything you’d want in a guy and more. If, successful yet humble, funny and handsome, incredibly engaging and has a five-year plan in place, is your kind of guy.”

“Y/N, what are you talking about? That is your type.”

“And how has that fared me thus far?” you offered, both of your friends looking at one another. You groaned. “I end up falling out of whatever magic spell they placed over me. They turn boring. Or I feel as if each day is the same at their side with no excitement. I want something more than that. I don’t want to grow complacent yet again.”

“I still stand by the fact that someone like him could hardly make you complacent.”

Ayla shook her head, looking at you intently. “No, I can understand Y/N.”

“Really? Not you too!”

“So if you felt like this, why agree?”

“I don’t know! I felt bad for him. He was so certain about this being the right decision.”

“You’re curious,” Kelsi answered and you nodded.

“I won’t lie and say I’m not.” You then scooted forward on your chair. “However, I do want to make a plan.”

Ayla grinned. “I’m listening.”

“Well, I figure it’s in my court now. Yes, I’m interested in why he was so persistent, but at the same time, I know I want to have something in place to fall back onto.”

“Like, not making it easy for him?” Ayla offered and Kelsi whined.

“Ladies, we’ve all watched How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days and we know how it ends. Don’t mess with him!”

You and Ayla shared a growing smile. “Not to that extreme but I could test him.”

“Has Junmyeon organised the next date?”

“No, he said he hoped I would contact him first when I’m ready to pick up on his offer. Do you think I should suggest the next date?”

Ayla reached forward for her laptop and started typing. Kelsi leaned over. “What are you googling?”

“I’m looking up what are the best second date ideas.”

“Oh finally, someone’s thinking sensibly.”

Ayla smiled smugly. “So we can plan ways to help Y/N test him.”

“What does it say?” you wondered, moving over to see the results.

You settled on meeting Junmyeon for a brunch date three days later. The articles that had surfaced in your search said that brunch dates were trending this year, and you could see why. It wasn’t too early in the morning when the rush of starting the new day could distract you, nor was it too close to the afternoon, making you unproductive when you finally got back to the office.

It also had a time-limit, and that was what you were most excited about, even though you apologised after meeting Junmyeon in the coffee shop you agreed upon for suggesting such a short date. “I have a meeting at one to prepare for so it actually perfect timing.”

“Oh good,” you breathed, sitting down, only to realise you hadn’t yet ordered. You were surprised to see Junmyeon hadn’t either.

He grinned. “I’m curious what your beverage of choice is.”

“Really?”

“Apparently they say you can tell a lot about a person by what they choose,” he explained in a serious tone and you tilted your head to the side, expecting the rest of the information. Junmyeon grew amused. “I actually don’t know anything more than that.”

Laughing at the unexpected answer, you then leaned back in your chair, holding up your index finger and judging him playfully. “Let me guess, caramel macchiato, with an extra pump of caramel.”

“Oh that’s an impressive guess!” he replied and for a moment you believed you had it right. He smirked. “Americano.”

“Iced or hot?”

“Either,” he offered and you nodded, getting up before he could do anything further. After ordering the drinks and a couple of paninis, you returned to the table to a very impressed Junmyeon.

You eyed him carefully. “You’re not put out?”

“I’m honoured actually. Most people expect me to hold out my credit card for everything. It’s nice to have someone pay my way.”

You were surprised by his honesty and it made you feel really good about your gesture. So much so, that when your food and drinks arrived you were already deep in conversation with the man and completely forgetting all about your initial hesitance when you entered the café earlier.

However, you were thrown off when you heard your name being called out.

Ayla waved energetically as you blinked rapidly.

Of course, the plan.

Whilst you had gone with a good date environment, Ayla and Kelsi had agreed to turn up and crash the date.

“No guy appreciates it when friends turn up. They get frustrated that their alone time with you is cut short.” You smiled weakly, unsure why you were more than flustered about their arrival. You had known it was going to happen, after all. “Oh uh, hey guys.”

“Friends of yours?” Junmyeon asked and you nodded. He wiped off his hand and then stood up, reaching out to shake their hands in greeting.

Ayla smiled chummily. “Are you busy right now?”

“It looks like you’re on a date, we should leave you both to it,” Kelsi attempted despite the evident admiration in her gaze at the man across from you.

Junmyeon shot you a look before shaking his head. “Oh no, please, join us.”

“We shouldn’t,” Ayla replied despite sitting down. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise. Any friend of Y/N is someone I want to get to know.”

“Really?” you asked genuinely and Junmyeon nodded.

“Well then, if you’re interested, we’ll oblige,” Kelsi breathed, nudging you not so subtlety repeatedly in the side.

You gave her a hard look and then smiled back at Junmyeon weakly.

He was easily in his element. By the time your second date had ended, Kelsi was easily a goner, and even Ayla was intrigued.

“He handled that all too smoothly.”

“Maybe it was the wrong idea to test him,” you admitted and Kelsi nodded animatedly.

“He’s an actual living breathing God.”

“Don’t listen to her,” Ayla announced, swatting her friend away. “I did like him though.”

“He was really attentive, wasn’t he?” you mentioned softly, thinking of the way Junmyeon had smiled warmly at you and held your hand just a moment ago.

“I’ll call you soon, okay?”

Maybe ten dates with Junmyeon would lead to something more than you had anticipated.

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anotherbeingsworld · 5 years ago

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Maututine

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x F!MC (Casey Valentine)

Book: Open Heart

Word Count: 1826

Warning/Rating: *minor* Mentions of death/G.

A/N: Hi! I am back with a new fic, and its a fluffy one! Its a make-up for all the hearts I broke from my last fic (which I still feel bad for, but I loved all the feedback! Thank you!) I somehow insert some real-life events in this fic, I feel like.. its something, I want to write for a while. I lost my grandfather in 2016, and in this story, all those experiences and memories mentions below about him, is true. I just felt, I want to open that part of my life. I am not an open book, but somehow, it felt right to write about it in this fic. Its been 4 years, and writing this help me sort out my feelings for it. ( ended up getting emotional (indeed crying) writing it, but.. i feel happy writing it.) Hope it makes sense lol I hope all of you enjoyed it! (I know the gif aint related to the hospital, but... that’s the vibe I am looking for! // Also, the mentions of medical school is to refer to Casey’s character and they were some changes from the real life events that I did to fit the theme of the book, and Casey’s character.)

Tags: @bitchloveskcbaseball ; @brycelahel ; @annekebbphotography ; @n-whas ; @dcbbw ; @jaxsmutsuo ; @lahellacute ; @mvalentine ; @mrsbhandari ; @soederberg ; @choicessa ; @aylamwrites ; @kacie-0156 ; @storyofmychoices ; @lovealexhunt

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Maututine - Of or relating to early morning; occurring in the early morning.

Edenbrook Hospital was quiet at 4, in the morning as her shift is finally done. An emergency had occurred earlier, which involving numerous victims from a fire. All of them managed to survive, as only a few of them had major injuries. Casey felt herself let out a yawn before making her way to a coffee vending machine that Dr. Ramsey shared with her and her colleagues after losing a bet that was made by June.

She inserts the amount of money needed and gets herself a cup of mocha. It was one of her comfort drinks. The heat from it jolts her awake, as she feels herself about to pass out in the middle of the floor. She took a small sip, as the hot beverage gives her an energy boost at that moment.

The hallways were quiet, as a few nurses were seen working. All of her roommates had gone back home since their shift ended earlier than hers. In her mind, she was debating on going back home, or perhaps stay at the hospital before the daily routine starts. As she was making her way back to the on-call room to get some rest, she bumped into a familiar face making her smile.

'Bryce!' She shouted from a distance as she makes her way to him.

His smile widens at the sound of her voice, he had slowed down his pace as she was catching up to him.

'Fancy seeing you here.' Bryce winks as Casey smiles from the comment.

'A long night as well?' She asked as she took another sip from her drink.

He nods, 'Carotid endarterectomy, remove the blockage from carotid arteries. It was a challenging one, but we all did it pretty well!' Bryce replied with a dash of excitement in his voice.

'I am proud of you, party boy.' Casey lets out a compliment as he raised an eyebrow from the comment.

'Is your head too big for another compliment Lahela?'

'Nah, my head is perfect. But, why so sudden?' He asked with full of curiosity in his voice.

'I just, with everything going on in our lives now; all the chaos and insanity. It’s good to see you happier, more in your element.' She took his hand and give him a light squeeze. He leans forward as he placed a small kiss on her cheek.

They walked together slowly, before Bryce's face had turned into a devilish smile that she knows all too well.

'I know that face, what are you planning?'

His eyes full of mischief, as he lets her on the idea.

'Let's change our view for a bit. I haven't seen sunshine in a few hours and honestly, there is a sweet spot to watch the sunrise.' Bryce spills the idea of earning an earnest smile from Casey.

'Colour me intrigued. Let's do it.' Casey agrees as they made their way to a set of staircases leading up to the hospital roof. They were stealthy, being as silent as possible to avoid any attention.

After a long five minutes of climbing up the stairs, they finally arrived at the infamous rooftop of Edenbrook Hospital. It was still dark, as the stars above them were shining. Both Bryce and Casey made their way to the edge as they took a seat on the cold tiles. They kept their pager with them, just in case of emergencies.

The environment around them was silent except for a couple of cars on the road, and the light from the city is their view for the night.

'This is a pretty sweet view.' Bryce said as his eyes darted everywhere from the rooftop.

Casey placed her drink down, as she took a deep breath inhaling the night air. It was calming and it somehow makes her smile. She felt herself scoot towards Bryce, as he was still observing the view. She makes her way to him and places her head on his shoulder.

He was startled, before pulling her into his embrace as he puts his arm around her.

'This is an amazing idea.' Casey said as their feet were a few feet above the cold pavement below.

'You are welcome, I am a man of ideas after all.' Bryce replied with a smug expression on his face.

She lets out a laugh before the silence took over once more. It was almost sunrise in Boston, as they decided to take a breather from their work. The silence was comforting, as they were charging their own energy with the environment around them until Casey speaks up.

'Let's play plead the fifth.' Casey said excitedly.

Bryce smiles as he felt familiar with the game from a patient named Dakota, who invited him for a game before his major surgery.

'Lay it on me, Valentine.' His confident smile appears at her suggestion.

'All right. My first question, tell me a random fact about you.' Casey lets out a small smile earning a chuckle from Bryce.

'What is that about?'

'Nothing, I feel amused by all of this. To answer your question, I love to go on random walks in the evening at the beach back at home… It is one of the things that I missed about it.' Casey seems to be studying him before she nods in approval of the answer.

'What's with the look?'

'I just…never thought that you would be a 'enjoy the moment' type of guy.'

'Hey, I love to party hard… but, sometimes you just need to step back and get some real air.' Bryce explains as the noises below are getting louder, but it's still not loud enough to ruin their time.

'Hm, that is interesting. Maybe one day, you can take me to these places of yours? I would love to see it.'

He takes one of her hands and placed a kiss on her knuckles.

'Let's make it a trip soon.' He winks before they proceed on enjoying the view around them.

It was silent once again before it is his turn to ask.

'What do you regret the most in life..?'

Casey's eyes widen from the sudden question, but she knows… regrets live with her for as long as she lived. She went quiet earning a few 'I'm sorry' look from Bryce before she starts to speak.

'I have some regrets in my life, but one really stood out to me….' She starts before feeling the lump on her throat as she continues.

'It was when my grandfather passed away, four years ago. I remember, during medical school. I was studying for an exam and there is this phone call from my brother, Dan. He told me, he had passed away a few hours before. At that moment, I don't know how to feel. It is my first major loss in my life, and it's something that I will never get used too…' she went silent once more as Bryce quietly listens to every word she said with his hands held hers as comfort.

She lets out a breath she was holding before she continues on,

'I was super close to him, he is like one of the people who makes me happy. I remember going back home to visit him, and just… it brings a smile on my face honestly. He would always take me on his motorcycle and just, spoiled me rotten…'

Bryce lets out a chuckle at the comment.

'Who wouldn't want to spoil you? You must be an adorable kid.'

'Yes, I am proud to say; I am in fact adorable as a kid but as an adult.' She stops observing herself before saying, 'not so much.'

'You are beautiful Cas, I mean it… and you are adorable too especially when you smile.' Bryce replies as he took an imaginary picture of her in his mind.

She pulled him into a sweet kiss before she continues,

'As I was saying, he would often spoil me rotten with ice-cream, sweets, chips.. every kid's dream. It is really a wonderful time to be alive, and somehow… when I get older, we kind of lost contact. He would still take me out on a trip on his bike, and somehow he would be like… the best friend I never had…' Casey felt tears coming out slowly, as she continues.

'Take your time Cas..' Bryce calms her down by rubbing her back slowly as she regains her composure once more.

'We kinda lost contact, or maybe... I suddenly become distant towards him. Honestly, looking back… I really don't deserve him. I didn't even call when we visit; I would just shrug his invite by saying, 'I'm too busy', or just… I ignored it. I feel like a villain, and after he passed away, those memories really hit home. I just, I regret the way I act towards him, he didn't deserve it and….'

'I just… I wish we had more time together you know… its been four years and somehow, the regret is still there. I wished he knew, how much I really loved him before he leaves us.' She felt herself wiping the tears that have fallen down with her free hand.

'I am so sorry Casey, I shouldn't have asked if that's how it gonna go.' Bryce felt guilty for the question.

'No worries Bryce, I am okay. It's been four years and I think you deserve the right answer for introducing me to this magnificent view.' She said as she squeezed his hands.

He showcased a wide smile, on his face as he said.

'For what it's worth, I think your grandfather knows how much you love him. He would be proud of the woman you become today. You are a badass doctor, and I know… he is cheering you on, smiling proudly at all you have become today. I am proud of you too Dr. Valentine.' Bryce said with a million-dollar smile on his face, as he looks at her with a proud expression on his face.

'It feels good to let this story out. You are an amazing listener.' She replies as she glanced at him in adoration.

'I am your boyfriend after all. It's a part of the whole package, including these guns.' He said gesturing his body as Casey lets out a laugh.

'Just shut up will you.' She said as she leaned forward, their lips meet as the sun starting to set behind them as a backdrop of their moment.

They pulled away as their pagers started to beep, bringing them to the real world.

'Duty calls. Let's go.' Bryce said as they stood up, making their way down the stairs. Casey stopped them in front of the metal door, earning a questionable look from him.

'Thank you for bringing me here, we should do it again sometimes.' Casey said before leaning forward once again.

'It's a date.' He replied with a happy expression as they walked hand-in-hand to start their new day together.

THE END.

A/N #2: Hii! I hope you all enjoy it!! Its one of my favs that I write (I love all of them lol, but this one hits home so.. its a top favorite of mine!) Thank you for reading it, it means a lot! Don’t forget to leave a like, reblog and leave a comment too! It really means a lot, and thank you for reading again! Hope all of you have an amazing day!! 💖

#bryce x mc #bryce lahela #casey valentine #open heart #playchoices #open heart second year #tw:death #fluff #bryce x casey #anotherbeingsworldwrites #open heart fics #bryce lahela fics

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rileyjackscn-a · 5 years ago

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task 001 → statistics.

Riley Lorde Jackson.

BASIC INFORMATION.

Full Name: Riley Lorde Jackson

Nickname(s): When they were younger, people would call them Bite-sized because of how small they were before their growth spurt. Once they began to grow into themselves and became more involved in the hacking community, they reclaimed and repurposed the name going by Byte. More widely used nicknames include Riles, RJ, or their middle and last names: Lorde or Jackson.

Age: 26

Date of Birth: November 15, 1993

Hometown: Mystic, CT

Current Location: Mystic, CT

Ethnicity: Exact heritage unknown.

Gender: Non-binary

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs

Orientation: Queer is their preferred label for their sexual and romantic orientation. Simply put... they’re just not straight.

Religion: Agnostic and very Spiritual

Political Affiliation: Leftist

Occupation: Audio Engineer at Mystic Radio

Living Arrangements: Apartment with roommate(s), which can be seen here. With their podcast, they end up having quite a few professional visitors over, so they enjoy having a somewhat fun, polished place for people to come back to; although, they may admittedly go a bit too far with all of their refurbished musical instruments and skating gear for appliances and furniture.

Language(s) Spoken: English, ASL, Coding languages including but not limited to: HTML, CSS, Java, JavaScript, Pyton, Cobol, C, C++, SQL.

Accent: General American accent ( see here because i love their voice sm )

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

Face Claim: Quintessa Swindell

Hair Colour: Medium-dark brown like this

Eye Colour: Medium/dark honey brown

Height: 5′6′’

Weight: 114 lbs

Build: Lean ( lean muscle from their continued yoga and skateboarding )

Tattoos: A tattoo on their side of a scene from a protest ( in Atlanta not L.A. ), a tattoo on their right hand as seen in this picture, the following coding tattoo on their right bicep.

Piercings: Double pierced lobes, double helix on their left ear, septum piercing, left side of their nose pierced.

Clothing Style: Androgynous skater is their go to style as seen here; although, every once in awhile they do enjoy playing with their style and present more feminine or masculine. That being said, they always will steer towards more of a skater or grunge style.

Usual Expression: They always look like they are up to something, small smirk or at least an amused expression. ( x )

Distinguishing Characteristics: natural hair, playful grin, high cheekbones, large eyes

HEALTH.

Physical Ailments: Asthma, Scoliosis, High Blood Pressure.

Neurological Conditions: N/A ( currently, although history of Major Depressive Disorder )

Allergies: Lactose Intolerant

Sleeping Habits: Their sleeping habit is that they have no habit when it comes to sleep. They will wake up at 6 AM some days and noon others. They will fall asleep at 9 PM or at 4 AM others. A lot of it will depend on their work schedule.

Eating Habits: When they first moved to Atlanta, their diet was horrible as they forgot about eating while trying to ‘make it’. After getting their bearings, they have maintained a much more regulated diet. Due to ethical and health reasons, they are now vegan, and seldom break it.

Exercise Habits: Despite making fun of it when they first weaseled their way into a yoga instructor position, they have fallen in love with yoga and will commit to setting aside time for it each day. They also continue to love and regularly skateboard.

Emotional Stability: They’re fairly stable at about a seven on the outside. They act out emotionally when someone wrongs them or their loved ones, but they do it in a way that is calculated and precise ( even if still irrational ).

Sociability: They are extremely social, and they really try to avoid from having too much alone time.

Body Temperature: They’re almost always cold. Living in Atlanta heat was perfect for them, and now that they’re back, it’d be a shock to find them without a sweatshirt or jacket nearby.

Addictions: N/A

Drug Use: Fairly regular marijuana usage and social ( though rare ) shroom usage. They used to use much more frequently and a wider range of drugs, but they have stopped and are firm about only using natural substances.

Alcohol Use: Social usage. They usually drink beer or tequila.

PERSONALITY.

Label: Playful Hacker

Positive Traits: Charismatic, Confident, Ingenious, Adaptable, Sociable

Negative Traits: Critical, Rebellious, Cynical, Flirtatious, Secretive

Goals/Desires: They really want to be able to conduct a score for a film ( or any size ) some day or help produce an album or song. Short term, they want to be able to move out of Mystic permanently, and they are even interested in moving internationally.

Fears: They’re scared of being alone and dying alone, they’re scared of the future, and they also hate and are terrified of clowns.

Hobbies: skateboarding, yoga, researching random topics, making their podcast, writing/composing music

Habits: rubbing their fingers, drinking coffee in excess, bouncing their legs when making music, pulls on/adjusts piercings

FAVOURITES.

Weather: warm & sunny

Colour: golden yellow or bright orange

Music: They don’t have a specific style that they like. It really depends on their mood of the day. They will even listen to old school bluegrass, which throws people off. They are very into music that can make them feel something, whether that be emotional and ready to cry, relaxed and like you could drive for hours with the window down, or energized and ready to dance.

Movies: They love indie movies, sci fi movies ( about space in particular ), thriller/cerebral flicks, and bad horror movies.

Sport: Skateboarding

Beverage: Ice coffee

Food: They snack obsessively on kale chips drenched in cayenne.

Animal: They loves cats and have one of their own.

FAMILY.

Father: Daryl Jackson ( deceased ), veteran

Mother: Nancy Jackson, caretaker and nurse at nearby assisted-living center.

Sibling(s): N/A

Children: N/A

Pet(s): One cat ( unknown breed ) named Tony Pawk

Family’s Financial Status: Working class

EXTRA.

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio sun — at their best, they are focused, brave, loyal, faithful, and ambitious. At their worst, they are jealous, possessive, secretive, dominating, and resentful.

MBTI: ENFP-A ( Campaigner ): The Campaigner personality is a true free spirit. They are often the life of the party, but unlike types in the Explorer Role group, Campaigners are less interested in the sheer excitement and pleasure of the moment than they are in enjoying the social and emotional connections they make with others. Charming, independent, energetic and compassionate, the 7% of the population that they comprise can certainly be felt in any crowd. // “It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for – and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool – for love – for your dreams – for the adventure of being alive.” // At their best, they are curious, observant, energetic and enthusiastic, excellent communicators, know how to relax, and very popular and friendly. At their worst, they have poor practical skills, find it difficult to focus, overthink things, get stressed easily, highly emotional, and independent to a fault.

Enneagram: Type 8 is also known as The Challenger. Eights see themselves as strong and powerful and seek to stand up for what they believe in.

Temperament: Sanguine

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good — A chaotic good character acts as his conscience directs him with little regard for what others expect of him. He makes his own way, but he's kind and benevolent. He believes in goodness and right but has little use for laws and regulations. He hates it when people try to intimidate others and tell them what to do. He follows his own moral compass, which, although good, may not agree with that of society. Chaotic good is the best alignment you can be because it combines a good heart with a free spirit. However, chaotic good can be a dangerous alignment when it disrupts the order of society and punishes those who do well for themselves.

Primary Vice: Lust

Primary Virtue: Diligence

Element: Fire

#mystic: task #✧┆tasks ( all ).#✧┆tasks ( 001 ).

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resilientsovl · 5 years ago

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BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: samuel william winchester. PRONUNCIATION: pronounced how it’s spelled. MEANING: so from the hebrew name שְׁמוּאֵל, it means god has heard, or name of god. it’s a little ironic considering sam is lucifer, god’s fallen son’s, true vessel. REASONING: sam was named after his maternal grandfather, samuel campbell. NICKNAME(S): sam, sammy, little winchester, moose, 738273 other height related nicknames. PREFERRED NAME(S): sam. BIRTH DATE: may 2, 1983. AGE: honestly he’s not sure. he’s died 3-4 times, been the vessel for demons and archangels which probably stalled his physical aging too. i say he’s probably biologically somewhere around 35, even though he’s technically 47ish. ZODIAC: taurus. GENDER: cismale. PRONOUNS: he/him. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: heteroromantic. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual. ( he can appreciate that men are attractive, has probably even slept with a couple, but has no desire to be in romantic, serious, relationships with men. ) NATIONALITY: american. ETHNICITY: wonderbread white. CURRENT LOCATION: san francisco, ca. LIVING CONDITIONS: a crappy two bedroom apartment he rents by the month. it’s small, not in a great neighborhood, but it does the trick. TITLE(S): n/a.

BACKGROUND

BIRTH PLACE: lawrence, kansas. HOMETOWN: technically lawrence kansas, but they moved around frequently. SOCIAL CLASS: blue collar. EDUCATION LEVEL: undergraduate degree from stanford. FATHER: john winchester. MOTHER: mary winchester ( neé campbell ). SIBLING(S): dean winchester, adam milligan ( half ). BIRTH ORDER: dean, sam, adam. CHILDREN: jack kline ( adopted / unofficially ) PET(S): n/a. OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES: bobby singer, pseudo uncle. castiel, pseudo brother / brother-in-law. SIGNIFICANT OTHER: natasha herrera, wife. ( separated ) PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS: jessica moore, amelia richardson, meg, sarah blake, ruby, a few one night stands, amy pond ( first kiss ), etc. ARRESTS?: a few, yes. PRISON TIME?: minimal, seen in folsom prison blues.

OCCUPATION & INCOME

PRIMARY SOURCE OF INCOME: credit card scams, illegal activity. SECONDARY SOURCE OF INCOME: n/a. TERTIARY SOURCE(S) OF INCOME: hunting, but it pays for shit. APPROXIMATE AMOUNT PER YEAR: unknown. CONTENT WITH THEIR JOB (OR LACK THERE OF)?: this is never the job he wanted. so no, definitely not. PAST JOB(S): student. SPENDING HABITS: extremely frugal, only on necessities. MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION: john winchester’s journal.

SKILLS & ABILITIES

PHYSICAL STRENGTH: peak physical condition, human, in-shape. OFFENSE: extremely skilled with weapons and hand to hand. DEFENSE: extremely skilled with lethal and non-lethal defensive moves. SPEED: faster than average. INTELLIGENCE: educated and above average. ACCURACY: above average. AGILITY: above average. STAMINA: above average. TEAMWORK: below average. he doesn’t work well with people he doesn’t know or trust. it takes time to develop a bond / ease of working with others. TALENTS: computer skills, digesting information, critical thinking skills. SHORTCOMINGS: stubborn, naive, reckless, deep psychological trauma, suicidal ideation, a nice grabbag of issues. LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: latin, english, probably a bunch of other old, dead, languages that might come in handy. he probably also took spanish in school. DRIVE?: yes. JUMP-STAR A CAR?: yes. CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?: yes. RIDE A BICYCLE?: yes. SWIM?: yes. PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?: no. PLAY CHESS?: yes. BRAID HAIR?: no. TIE A TIE?: yes. PICK A LOCK?: yes.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS

FACE CLAIM: jared padalecki. EYE COLOR: hazel. HAIR COLOR: brown. HAIR TYPE/STYLE: long and flowing. GLASSES/CONTACTS?: n/a. DOMINANT HAND: right. HEIGHT: 6′4 WEIGHT: 220 ish lbs. BUILD: slender but muscular. EXERCISE HABITS: rigorous. he jogs in the mornings, does sit ups / pull ups at night, and lifts weights during the day in between cases. he stays in shape. SKIN TONE: tanned. TATTOOS: anti-possession tattoo over his heart. it was carved out in 2026 but the scar has been tattooed over, replacing the original. PEIRCINGS: none. MARKS/SCARS: he’s died and come back so many times, it’s hard to say what’s still there and what’s gone. he does still have the bullet wound from where he shot chuck though. it never healed. NOTABLE FEATURES: nose, hair. USUAL EXPRESSION: smirk of disbelief, concern. CLOTHING STYLE: lumberjack lesbian. JEWELRY: he wears a chain with his wedding ring around his neck, the one he never got to put on for real. ALLERGIES: none. BODY TEMPERATURE: normal. DIET: not great. hence the need to work out. PHYSICAL AILMENTS: general fatigue from a rigorously active lifestyle.

PSYCHOLOGY

JUNG TYPE: INFJ JUNG SUBTYPE: Introvert(47%) iNtuitive (34%) Feeling(31%) Judging(38%) You have moderate preference of Introversion over Extraversion (47%) You have moderate preference of Intuition over Sensing (34%) You have moderate preference of Feeling over Thinking (31%) You have moderate preference of Judging over Perceiving (38%) ENNEAGRAM TYPE: the reformer or the challenger. MORAL ALIGNMENT: chaotic good. TEMPERAMENT: melancholic. ELEMENT: taurus are usually earth elements, but i think air suits sam better. PRIMARY INTELLIGENCE TYPE: logical-mathematical, probably. APPROXIMATE IQ: unknown. we know he scored a 174 on the LSAT, which is incredible, but that doesn’t always translate over to IQ. i would say he’s got a pretty high IQ even if he lacks a few common sense points. MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: undiagnosed depression, anxiety, PTSD, imposter syndrome, and survivor’s guilt — and that’s just the tip of the iceberg. don’t ask me to psychoanalyze the winchesters, it’ll break us all. SOCIABILITY: he doesn’t seek it out but he can keep up with the joneses. EMOTIONAL STABILITY: not good. he has exhibited severe signs of codependency, suicidal ideation, lack of regard for his own life, and believe that he’s cursed. the boy is a mess. OBSESSION(S): vengeance after significant loss, saving people ( even if it’s from themselves ), trying to make up for all of the blood on his hands. PHOBIA(S): clowns. not a fan. ADDICTION(S): demon blood ( previously ) DRUG USE: no. ALCOHOL USE: recreationally. PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: can be, yes.

MANNERISMS

SPEECH STYLE: casual. ACCENT: american. nothing specific. QUIRKS: chewing on pen caps, tapping to songs on the radio against the steering wheel with his fingers. HOBBIES: reading, researching, pool, morning crosswords. HABITS: stress pacing, irritability under extreme pressure. NERVOUS TICKS: jaw clench, nostrils flaring, hands curled into fists. DRIVES/MOTIVATIONS: vengeance, restoring order / protecting people, survival. FEARS: losing the people he loves, hurting innocents, isolation. POSITIVE TRAITS: dependable, loyal, protective, determined, strong, honest, vulnerable. NEGATIVE TRAITS: impulsive, reckless, guilt-stricken, naive, obtuse, too trusting. SENSE OF HUMOR: dry, sarcastic. DO THEY CURSE OFTEN?: no. CATCHPHRASE(S): damnit, dean. jerk / bitch.

FAVORITES

ACTIVITY: long drives. ANIMAL: hedgehogs. BEVERAGE: monster energy drinks. BOOK: probably the classics, or something by neil gaiman. CELEBRITY: he doesn’t have one. COLOR: blue. DESIGNER: doesn’t have one. FOOD: philly cheesesteak. maybe mashed potatoes, if not the cheesesteak. FLOWER: sunflowers. GEM: none. HOLIDAY: none. MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: car. MOVIE: mallrats. MUSICAL ARTIST: none. he’ll just listen to whatever they have in the car, or is on the radio. before i think he was probably into top 40, maybe even classic rock as much as he complained about it. QUOTE/SAYING: none. SCENERY: autumn leaves falling from trees. SCENT: linen. SPORT: none. he doesn’t care. SPORTS TEAM: see above. TELEVISION SHOW: none. he probably only watches soap operas every now and then again. he doesn’t watch anything he would have to invest time and energy in. maybe pawnstars, or mythbusters. WEATHER: drizzle. VACATION DESTINATION: somewhere warm, tropic, and free of monsters.

ATTITUDES

GREATEST DREAM: to have a normal life. he knows he’ll never get it, has come to terms with the fact that he was never going to be normal. GREATEST FEAR: ending up alone, watching everyone he loves die. MOST AT EASE WHEN: around the people he loves. LEAST AT EASE WHEN: on a hunt that’s starting to go awry. WORST POSSIBLE THING THAT COULD HAPPEN: turning into a monster — the very thing he’s dedicated his life to hunting, or becoming evil. being forced into killing his own brother, or someone he loves like family, would also make the list. BIGGEST ACHIEVEMENT: in a really soft way, i want to say it’s becoming a pseudo dad to jack. it might not have been what he saw for himself, or how he imagined being a dad, but he loves the kid. if not that, maybe stopping the apocalypse. not that it lasted for very long. BIGGEST REGRET: not telling jessica the truth. he will always believe he got her killed. that guilt will set with him until the day he dies. MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT: too many to count. BIGGEST SECRET: he remembers a lot of what the demon did when it possessed him in 2026. he fought with everything he had, but every time he broke through they pushed him back down. TOP PRIORITIES: figuring out what comes next, i suppose.

#meta.

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dceshims-blog · 6 years ago

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↳ damn, is that MOON DAESHIM ? the IM CHANGKYUN lookalike gotten quite the reputation around here. the 23 year old RAPPER / PRODUCER has been in london for ONE year now. people say they are only HEDONISTIC + SELF DESTRUCTIVE, but they’re actually CHARMING + ADVENTUROUS once you get to know them. don’t get too comfortable, though, no one knows HIS AGENCY / COMPANY PAID TO HAVE SOMETHING HE DID HIDDEN FROM THE WORLD.

HIYA HEY HELLO, i'm gem, i'm 21+, i go by she her pronouns & live in the cst ! i'm also a hot mess who likes hurting my characters ... hence the reason that dae's life is as big of a mess as it is. he's a new character, which means not everything is fleshed out like i would like it to be but you can find his basic information, stats, bullet point bio, personality & a few wanted connections ideas under the cut !

tw: mentions of alcohol abuse, drug abuse, car accidents, hit and run scenario, death & injuries !

basic information.

full name: moon daeshim. nickname(s): moon, dae, shimmy, daedae. ( the last one is use by his mother & mother ONLY ) age: twenty-three. date of birth: tbd. birthplace: daegu, south korea. gender: cismale. pronouns: he / him / his. orientation: pansexual. occupation: rapper, producer, composer. language(s) spoken: korean, english, japanese, chinese, thai, french & spanish.

physical appearance.

faceclaim: im changkyun ( i.m ) of monsta x. hair color: changes pretty frequently, currently black. eye color: brown. height: 6 ’ 0 ". weight: 175. build: athletic. tattoos: quite a few, far to many to name ... mostly black & grey. piercings: 7 in his left ear, 8 in his right, tongue piercing, eyebrow piercing on his left brow & scars from old snake bites under his bottom lip.

health.

physical ailments: alcohol abuse, drug abuse. neurological conditions: n/a. allergies: seasonal ailments. sleeping habits: 3-4 hours, restless, tosses & turns. eating habits: lives of of fast food & take out usually, sometimes goes to 'fancier' places. exercise habits: has personal trainers who he works out with three times a week. body temperature: hot natured. addictions: alcohol, tobacco, drugs, sex. drug use: frequent. alcohol use: frequent.

personality. ( pt 1. )

label: tbd.

positive traits: charming & adventurous. negative traits: hedonistic & self-destructive. fears: tbd. hobbies: cooking, video games, shopping, board games, swimming, poker, going to the movies, traveling, exercising, eating out. habits: jiggles leg up & down, taps feet on occasion, runs fingers through hair often, constantly glances at his watch, rolls his eyes, cracks knuckles / bones, shifts in his seat when nervous / irritated, clenches jaw, gestures when speaking, props feet up on desks / tables, constantly checks his phone. quirks: wears a lot of jewelry, good with technology, paces back & forth when in deep thought or when nervous, mumbles to himself on occasion, constantly on social media, bites & chews on lips, night owl, addicted to texting, can play musical instruments, dyes his hair a different color constantly, addicted to caffeinated drinks, always has to have the 'best’ of everything he owns, has to have a fan on to sleep, chews ice cubes.

favorites.

season: fall, winter. color(s): matte black, chrome, army green, gold & silver. music: will listen to anything as long as he likes it, doesn’t matter what genre. movies: watches pretty much everything, mostly enjoys suspense, action & comedy. sport(s): doesn’t really care for sports, watches it if it's on at bars. beverage(s): anything and everything, other than sparkling water. food: anything from luxurious 5 star meals to instant ramen cooked at home. animal: dogs.

family.

father: tbd. mother: tbd. sibling(s): n/a. children: n/a. pet(s): tbd. family’s financial status: upper class.

extras.

zodiac sign: tbd. mbti: entp-a. ( the debater. ) enneagram: type eight. ( the challenger. ) temperament: sanguine. hogwarts house: slytherin. moral alignment: tbd. primary vice: tbd. primary virtue: tbd. element: fire.

biography.

born in daegu, south korea to two extremely wealthy parents.

his father was a very well known idol, his mother a fashion designer.

meaning that dae was in the spotlight since BIRTH, he's never known anything other than fame & fortune.

that of course, went to his head from a very, very young age & it caused this sort of god complex in him.

his nannies HATED having to work for his parents & take care of him because he made their lives a living hell basically. not because he was MEAN or something like that but because he was just picky & was used to getting what he wanted.

which did cause him to be bratty & he did have the tendency to throw fits when he didn't get what he wanted, always going to his parents whenever the nannies wouldn't give dae what he wanted & they'd end up either quitting or getting fired.

things didn't really change through the years, to be honest. he got less 'whiny' about things, but was still use to just asking for whatever he wanted & getting it as soon as humanly possible.

he was fourteen when he first started showing interest in music, though he didn't follow in his father's footsteps by becoming a trainee. he was more into producing & composing than anything.

it wasn't until a few years later that he started rapping to the music he was composing in order to try & get them bought by companies.

people thought that he was actually wanting to be a rapper instead of just a producer / composer, so when the companies kept asking him if he was interested in being a rapper, he figured why not.

that was the start of his career, his first mini-album skyrocketed his name further into fame, quickly becoming the most talked about rookie in the business.

things only got better from there, each album he dropped debuted at the top of charts, keeping his name in the spotlight CONSTANTLY.

after years of that, things started getting to him ... the stress of always having to drop something new and fresh caused daeshim to start to spiral, drinking & doing drugs almost every night as a way to get away from all of it even if it was just for a few hours.

this started the rumor mill to begin, articles of his partying ways, the clubbing & everything like that starting to pile up one after the next. as well as the rumors and scandals of his nudes being leaked & him taking home as many people he wanted to because he truly just didn't care about his image or anything like that.

it was his twentith birthday that would change EVERYTHING for dae. he'd decided to go out, celebrate by drinking & going wild for the night ... stupidly driving home from the club that night.

mid-way home he happened to get into a crash, car getting totaled as well as a clipping a few passer-bys ... causing one to pass away & the other to get severely injured as well as dae getting a laundry list of injuries as well.

he was okay enough to walk away from the incident, though not without some problems of his own... walking back to his agent's home as it was the closest thing he could get to.

he wasn't expecting his agent to instantly try and cover everything up, calling doctors to come visit daeshim at his home, sending people out to clean up the scene of the accident & make sure that the people who were witnesses or involved were paid off to keep their mouth shut.

that guilt weighed on him pretty instantly, his injuries being hidden from the media while they healed and the other people involved continued to be paid off so that no one knew what had happened.

he dealt with all of that for a few years but after a while, he couldn't do it anymore. deciding to publicly declare he'd be taking a break from making music, producing & composing... taking time out for himself & his own mental health & wellbeing.

it was only a week after that when dae found himself in london, hoping to be able to start over the best as he could.

personality. ( pt 2. )

literally the Worst.

is a rich bitch and makes sure EVERYONE knows that even if he doesn’t speak it… comes in the form of his clothing, sports cars, accessories… literally everything.

has kinda made a name for himself in the london that isn't to far off from what the media constantly talked about and that's him being a Party Animal. goes to clubs / bars every weekend ( sometimes more frequently depending on his mood. ) as well as a bit of a 'player’.

extremely hedonistic and a bit of a shopaholic. is always seen with the latest & greatest makes and models of things. always has designer clothes on. always is out shopping for something new at least three times a week, sometimes more.

can be pretty cocky at times, he knows how he looks, he knows how much money he has and sometimes he lets that go to his head & his ego. though he TRIES not to be like that just because he honestly can’t stand when other people boast about their wealth or looks on a daily basis.

is actually really relaxed when it comes down to it, as much as he loves to party… there’s a part of him that just loves lounging at home watching movies just as much. but usually refuses to do so alone, will invite someone to come over just so he doesn’t have to be in his ( cough…. giant … cough ) house alone.

tends to hate being told what to do. comes from having to conform to what his agent / company wanted him to do & say for as many years as he did so now he’d rather just do what he wants, when he wants to do it and because of that he can be a little bit selfish sometimes.

he wants to be able to LIVE and have fun, do what he wants on his own terms and go from there.

genuinely not a bad person, though his ego & cockiness sometimes tend to cover that side of him up. as well as the grief & guilt of what he’s done in the past causing him to be extremely guarded.

loves to SPOIL the people he knows, if he goes out shopping, he’s probably buying something for his friends in the process.

is the type of person that just loves to give people shit but does so in a loving & caring way. aka will roast you but then offer to take you to dinner or something like that.

he’s … trying. not trying his BEST, sure. but he is still trying and ig that counts for something, right ?

plot ideas.

flirtationship. he absolutely LOVES to flirt his ass off… with whoever he can because why the hell not ?

enemies. whatever the reason might be, they just don’t get along. maybe they just bicker back and forth or perhaps they actually just despise each other in general.

hate sex. lsn… i’m a sucker for this and there’s a lot of reasons someone could dislike or hate dae & well he also like sex so why not pair the two things ?

best friends. he’s never really had anyone he fully thought he could rely on or lean on, so someone he met here who he bonded with instantly would be gREAT.

will add more as i think of them !

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prettywordsyouleft · 6 years ago

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Beyond The Palace Walls - Part Seven

Genre: royal au / fluff / adventure / self-growth

Characters: Jung Jaehyun x reader (feat. Ten, Lucas and Taeyong)

A/N: This story was started as a request but it didn’t suit the idol I was writing it for and it was too good to scrap. Originally, it was going to be a Lucas fiction but then I realised I was writing Jaehyun without realising it and so my bias one of them won it out.

Index: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | Epilogue

Once breakfast was over, it was time to continue towards the neighbouring kingdom with the knowledge that by nightfall you would no longer be on your home soil. You walked along with a bounce in your step, animated after your conversation with Taeyong earlier in the morning. He often caught your gaze from up on the horse he rode due to his injury, shooting you small smiles until Jaehyun let out a heavy huff of air.

“Are you smitten with Y/N, hyung?”

“Should I hold her with disdain still?” he offered, grinning down at you. It made you giggle and Jaehyun looked between you both before he instinctively reached for your hand. It made Lucas erupt in cheer.

“Finally!”

“Were you truly blind to the two of them?” Ten asked incredulously, clucking his tongue at the youngest. “Honestly!”

“Even I knew,” Jane said with a smile giggle. You glanced up at Jaehyun to see the mixture of pride and shyness within his expression and wrapped your arms around his waist. He blinked rapidly but didn’t remove you from your position either, the pair of you walking along joined like that until it became difficult with the undulating ground. With a smile exchanged, you settled for simply holding one another’s hand again, feeling free to do so and receive no judgement from your friends.

It was rewarding to be in love and show it off.

However once you crossed the bridge later that evening that linked the two kingdoms together, you felt Jaehyun’s mood change. He gripped your hand tightly for some time and then let it go altogether on the outskirts of a township. You sighed but nodded gently at Taeyong, watching as Jaehyun retreated further into himself. You wouldn’t allow him to leave you entirely.

“Is there where you grew up?” you asked and he nodded softly. You looked ahead at the twinkling of the lights in the distance, smiling at how picturesque it appeared. “Will we stay at your home tonight?”

“It would be best to go to an inn,” he offered curtly and you smiled gently. Jaehyun wasn’t ready yet. Given you hadn’t planned to tell him of who you were for some time, you could understand the anxiety that came with it. He had even scolded you back when he realised who you were. It would no doubt be playing on his mind as he realised how close he was to admitting the truth.

You wondered how you should take the explanation. Should you allow him to tell you that he was a Prince and feign surprise? You knew too much already though and you weren’t very good at hiding things from him now. He may have even picked up on something brewing since you and Taeyong now were getting along like old friends. Would you just be better to tell him yourself? That you guessed it and remove that element of awkwardness? Would he appreciate that though? The further you internalised the problem, the deeper you were involved in your thoughts and you didn’t know you had been directed into the local bar and inn until you heard and smelt the now tell-tale signs. You blinked and looked around the establishment, it was a full house and most of the punters were merrily wrapping up their working week up with a pint of beer and some of the hearty food selections.

You smiled; you had come to enjoy bars now.

“Alright, this time Princess, no alcohol,” Lucas insisted and you pouted heavily but grabbed for your juice happily. Jaehyun quickly set upon his own beverage, downing most of it before others had even taken a sip. He groaned as the alcohol made its way into his system, and reached forward for the snacks on the table.

“Do you really need to go that intense already?” Taeyong chastised, watching intently as Jaehyun finished the drink and then got up to get another.

“He’ll need all that false confidence to face his family tomorrow, leave him be.”

Jane frowned at Ten’s statement and glanced at you, puzzled. You merely shrugged; it wasn’t yet your secret to share.

The night wore on and Ten and Jane retired before the rest of you, drinks still flowing around your table as the three men reminisced over their years on the road. Even though you weren’t directly a part of the memories, you felt welcomed in, asking questions during the many tales and laughing with them the further they got invested in sharing their experiences. You couldn’t think of a better way to wrap up your journey so far for them or yourself. At the beach, you had discovered your own sense of accomplishment for the first time in your life. You could tell their journey had many moments of such a feeling, and it encouraged you to be hopeful for further experiences now that you knew you could make it in the world. Sure, there was so much more to learn. Yet you had discovered a vast amount already in such a short space of time. It was the beginning of your continued thirst for more experiences. You wanted to look back in three year’s time like the three men were and be able to tell countless tales yourself.

As the night wore on into the early hours of the morning, you insisted that they stop drinking and go to bed since there was much to happen in the following day. Taeyong agreed and hauled Lucas to his feet, the youngest exclaiming another round would end the night well. All the same, he allowed himself to be dragged upstairs and you turned to Jaehyun to help him to his feet.

“Little bird you’re allowing me to perch on you instead now?” he asked with a lazy grin and you chuckled lightly as he slumped against you. There was nothing about his position on you that seemed to match the dainty term he had used and you heaved in a deep breath as you determinedly faced the stairs. It wasn’t impossible but you struggled to haul him up the stairs all the same, Jaehyun stumbling into you on the landing. It made you both smack into the wall behind you and he looked down at you, an intoxicating expression filling his warm eyes. You thanked him for being as drunk as he was or else you knew you would have fallen deeper into such a gaze. Shaking your head, you dodged his messy attempt to press his lips to yours.

“Come on, it’s bedtime, not kissing time.”

“Can’t we kiss the night away?” he pleaded with a whine and you shook your head firmly.

“You’re not alert enough for such thoughts, Jaehyun. You’ll regret it in the morning.”

“I can sober up!” he enthused, pushing back from you and holding his hand up as if it would help his concentration to prove to you that the alcohol was no longer flowing through his veins. You placed your own hands on your hips and gave him a bemused smile as he fumbled around on the landing until he let out a giggle. “Okay, maybe not.”

“Bed it is,” you concluded and headed along the hallway, remembering Taeyong giving you the room number he was sharing with Jaehyun. Your room with Jane was before theirs and you stopped to check the number on your key to make sure you had the right one for when you returned.

Stealing it from your hand, Jaehyun started to chant about it being his room, unlocking it hastily and moving across the room, his hands upon the bottom of his shirt.

“No you mustn’t!” you cried in a heavy whisper, worrying about waking up Jane with his ruckus. You rushed after him. “Jane…”

You blinked when you found the room vacant apart from you both and gasped when you realised where Jane could be. Your cheeks filled with colour and you spun around, trying to deal with the notions within your mind. And then you remembered your own predicament, turning back to face Jaehyun who was now shirtless and kicking off his boots. Snapping your eyes to the ceiling after taking a long look at his well-defined back and shoulders, you sighed impatiently.

“Jaehyun this isn’t your room, you need to put your clothes back on!”

“It isn’t?” he asked and then turned around. You cursed your gaze for instinctively following his movement, soaking in his torso before you moved your eyes back to the ceiling. He chuckled. “What are you doing in my room, Y/N?”

“This is my room,” you countered and he shook his head, approaching you slowly. You backed up as he advanced on you, biting your bottom lip so hard that you were worried your teeth would pierce through it. He smirked before he reached forward, your eyes clamping shut until you realised he had merely closed the door behind you and not touched you at all. When you reopened your eyes, Jaehyun had retreated across the room and climbed into the bed. You groaned. There was only one bed in this room and whilst you had no issues with sharing with Jane, it seemed unfathomable to do so with a man.

Even the one you loved.

“Get up, Jaehyun,” you instructed and he shook his head childishly before nestling into the bedding further. “I need to sleep!”

“Then sleep.”

“How can I?” you asked heavily, now standing beside him in hopes he would get up. With a swift motion, his hand yanked you down and over him, your body nestling into the empty space of the bed beside him. He smiled at your shocked expression and turned to face you, wrapping an arm over you so you couldn’t change the effort he was rather proud of.

You were certain you wouldn’t last out the night with how fast your heart was now beating.

The weight of Jaehyun’s decision finally dawned on him but he didn’t move his arm. Instead, his expression grew sincere and he gently brushed the hair away from your face. You weren’t sure what to expect but the gesture did nothing to calm you down.

“I need to tell you something important.”

You blinked and cursed yourself and your imagination for running off with you again. Composing yourself, you looked up at him again. “You do?”

“Tomorrow,” he murmured, closing his eyes. He drew you in closer to his chest and you had to admit you felt warm within his arms, sleep tugging at you softly. “I’ll tell you then.”

“And tonight?” you asked slowly, Jaehyun opening his eyes to stare at you. He shifted to kiss your forehead and then settled back down.

“Tonight I’m too drunk to do anything but hold you like this. Let me have this one last night with you.”

“One last night?” you repeated, frowning at his wording. But the rhythm of his breathing only allowed your dreams to rush forward and capture you quickly, sleep invading you before you could truly question any of this.

“Your Highness!” a voice hissed and you heard groaning, your own mood now heavy from being disturbed from such a blissful slumber.

Before you could reply though, someone else did. “I told you not to call me that.”

“But-”

You opened your eyes as Jaehyun shook his head adamantly into the pillow. “It’s been three years. I’ve only been back home for a night, don’t shackle me with that term so soon, hyung.”

You blinked, glancing over at Jane’s shocked expression and then waited for Jaehyun to realise his mistake. When he didn’t shift, you poked his bare chest and he shifted away from you with a groan. “I said…”

The gasp that fell from his lips made you giggle in reaction and Jane darted her focus between you both incredulously. She whined. “I don’t know what to address first.”

“Shall we discuss your whereabouts last night?” you asked, feeling rather amused for first thing in the morning. Jaehyun was now sitting up and clasping his head whilst groaning and you instinctively reached to rub his back in comfort. Jane eyed your action avidly. “Jane?”

“Huh?” she said distantly and then snapped out of it. “You know, I think I heard Ten calling for me just now. I’ll go. Perhaps Jaehyun needs to find some water as much as he needs a shirt.”

“I’ll see to it!” you called after her, Jaehyun finally peeking out from behind a hand to stare at you.

“How much of that did you hear?”

You pursed your lips in thought before you smirked. “How much of it do you want me to have heard?”

“You know?” he guessed and you nodded. “You, you really know?”

“Yes, I know you’re a Prince.”

“Did-”

“I figured it out on my own,” you admitted with an encouraging smile, and Jaehyun nodded softly. “Does my knowing bother you?”

“Well, it helps me actually. I was worried about how to tell you,” he admitted and you patted his back gently. Jaehyun glanced at your touch upon his skin and seemed to grow shy. He covered his body for a moment before fishing his shirt up from the ground and placed it on. “I uh, I’m sorry for last night.”

“You were adamant I sleep against you, was that for future practice?” you asked, feeling as if you had been possessed by a minx overnight. You were enjoying watching everyone squirm today. Last night it had been you frightened by your predicament, but after sleeping you felt as if you had overcome such worries. Waking up in Jaehyun’s arms had given you something to look forward to – you wanted to do this every day for the rest of your life.

Jaehyun watched you for a moment and then smiled. “I like this side to you.”

“You do?” Jaehyun nodded. “Why?”

“Because you’re being yourself. You’re not hiding who you want to be. It’s very alluring.”

“Is it time for breakfast?” you asked with a cough, leaping out of the bed as Jaehyun chuckled. You were only equipped to go so far right now. Getting up, Jaehyun approached you as you used the mirror to smooth down your hair, his arms wrapping around you from behind as he gazed at you through the reflection.

“Can you lend me your strength today?”

You smiled and nodded once. “Are you worried?”

“I missed them, I really did. But I don’t want to rule this kingdom when my brother wants to as well.”

“You know, I might be able to help you with that,” you offered, turning around in his embrace and smiling up at him. Jaehyun examined you for a moment and then let his mouth fall ajar in realisation.

“Are you asking me to marry you?”

“Well, I figured I could very well get down on one knee and ask that much of you, but you may wish to do that yourself. Besides, can you imagine the outcry if my Father ever found out?”

He grinned. “You’ve only known me such a short time though.”

“And I slept in your arms during that time,” you retorted, poking him again lightly. You pouted up at him. “Will you take responsibility?”

“Is that how your kingdom works?”

“You also kissed me, multiple times. I’m certain that would seal the deal in my Father’s eyes. How dare I do such a thing and not follow it through?”

“You’re certain about this?” Jaehyun asked more gently, the humour of your conversation easing. “You really want this?”

“Don’t you?”

“No one has ever made me this reckless before,” he said with a smile, leaning in closer. He brushed your hair away from your face. “Marrying you would be a dream.”

“No, it can be a reality, if you want it.”

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yjsangjun-blog · 6 years ago

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𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖉��𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖌 — 𝖇𝖆𝖊𝖐 ‘𝖘𝖆𝖒’ 𝖘𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖏𝖚𝖓.

hi hello. i’m cait, i’m 25, i go by she/her pronouns and i live in cst! i am a hot mess who loves causing her characters pain & angst…. i also love ruining their lives on a daily basis.

this is my babe sangjun who’s a lil bit messy ( much like most of my characters ) and you can find basic stats / bullet point bio / basic personality info / basic plot ideas & stuff like that for him under the cut! if you want more in depth info message me bc honestly this intro post is … oof !!! it’s also kinda long so lemme apologize for that as well !!!

but i am super excited to be here and i can’t wait to plot with ya’ll & love your babies !!!! if you’d like to plot, please feel free to IM me on here, ask for my discord or like this post & i’ll come to you !!!

tw: mentions of alcohol / alcoholism, drugs / drug abuse, bullying & violence.

BASIC INFO ( PT 1. )

FACECLAIM: min yoongi + suga + rapper. CHARACTER NAME: baek 'sam' sangjun. PRONOUNS: he/him. GENDER: cismale. AGE/BIRTHDAY: twenty-six. + june eleventh. ZODIAC SIGN: gemini. ROOM: haean + 2e.

OTHER INFO

POSITIVE TRAITS: determined, hard-working, charismatic & adventurous. NEGATIVE TRAITS: hedonistic, short-tempered, impulsive & blunt. OCCUPATION: bouncer at club arena / underground fighter. ( future ceo ) SONG THAT DESCRIBES THEM: i'm not sorry - dean. HOW LONG HAVE THEY LIVED AT THE YUJAEN?: six years. FOUR MUSE AESTHETICS: leather jackets, bruised knuckles, blurry evenings, late night snack runs.

BASIC INFO ( PT 2. )

full name: baek sangjun. nickname(s): sam, san, jun. hometown: seoul, south korea current location: yongsa, south korea. ethnicity: korean. nationality: korean. gender: cismale. pronouns: he/him/his. orientation: pansexual. occupation: bouncer / underground fighter. language(s) spoken: korean, english, japanese, spanish, french, chinese.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

face claim: min yoongi. ( suga ) of bts. hair color: frequently changes, currently platinum blonde. eye color: brown with a small hazel ring. height: 5'10". weight: 169. build: athletic. tattoos: he’s got a few stick-n-poke tattoos scattered across his body, though most aren’t visible when he’s wearing clothing. piercings: these, double helix in left ear & tongue.

HEALTH.

physical ailments: alcoholism, allergies, drug abuse, lactose intolerance. neurological conditions: back pain / muscle spasms, carpal tunnel. allergies: shellfish, pollen, mold. sleeping habits: all over the place, usually tosses & turns for a while before falling asleep. rarely gets more than 4-5 hours of sleep a night. eating habits: horrible, relies on fast-food & take-out most of the time. loves 'comfort foods’. exercise habits: goes to the gym at least three times a week, less if he’s been in back-to-back fights. body temperature: hotnatured. addictions: alcohol, tobacco, cannabis, gambling, sex. drug use: frequent. alcohol use: frequent.

PERSONALITY. ( PT 1. )

label: the cataclysmic. positive traits: determined, hard-working, charismatic & adventurous. negative traits: hedonistic, short-tempered, impulsive & blunt. fears: heights, flying, confined spaces, drowning, commitment. hobbies: arcade games, astronomy, billiards, board games, boxing, card games, comic books, cooking, motorcycles, poker, reading, video games, weight training, yoga. habits / quirks: believes in demonic possession, believes in ghosts & spirits, believes in karma, carries a 'lucky’ item with him everywhere, fights for animal rights, fights for gender equality, fights for human rights, fights for the legalization of cannabis, fights for marriage equality, meditates, always has change in his pockets, owns an outrageous amount of shoes, counts stairs, experiences episodes of depression, boxes, collects packs of playing cards, doodles on everything, gardens, loves board games, paints, plays with fire, plays poker, plays video games, randomly wanders around when bored, sings well.

FAVORITES.

season: fall. color(s): army green, black, red, gray. music: all genres, doesn’t care for country. movies: action, comedy, horror, suspense. sport(s): hockey, basketball, baseball. beverage(s): whiskey, soda. food: comfort foods. animal: dogs.

FAMILY.

father: baek jaejin, sixty, ceo. mother: baek chansook, fifty-four, ceo. sibling(s): younger sibling, nineteen. children: n/a. pet(s): a siamese cat named ramen ( back at home with his parents ), a bengal cat named shiva ( back at home with his parents ) & a seven month old austrailan sheppard puppy named indy ( lives with his sibling. ) family’s financial status: upper class.

EXTRAS.

mbti: entp-a. ( the debater ) enneagram: type 8. ( the challenger ) temperament: choleric. hogwarts house: slytherin. moral alignment: chaotic neutral. primary vice: wrath. primary virtue: diligence. element: fire.

BIOGRAPHY.

born in seoul, south korea.

parents were very well known ceos, both running very successful corporations.

and of course, they wanted sangjun to follow in their footsteps.

parents were pretty strict and didn’t really allow him to do well.. anything.

however, they did buy him whatever he wanted and spoiled him in that way.

and due to both of those things combined, he started to rebel at a really young age. ( i’m talking like 10 )

so he’d sneak out, graffiti people’s houses and break things and the likes.

never got caught for it, though, knowing that if he did his parents would have kicked him out and probably disowned him for his behavior.

but one of the reasons he never got caught being a rebel was the fact he was bringing straight a’s in school, was always the very top of his class and from his parent’s perspective? he was a model child.

however, he hated that, hated having to live under his parent’s shadows and be this cookie-cutter version of himself they wanted him so desperately to be.

but he played it off, juggling the 'angel’ side of him with the rebellious tendencies that continued to grow worse and worse with each passing year.

god, high school was so different, though. he’d rebel more and more every single day, pushing the limits of getting caught.

however, word got out pretty quickly about just how wealthy his family was and kids started to bully sangjun for it, causing his anger to get the better of him until he lashed out so bad it landed one of those bullies in the hospital for copious amounts of injuries.

of course, his parents were pissed. grounded him for a solid month and in that time, he learned each and every way he could sneak out of his house at night, wandering the streets of seoul at all hours.

one of those nights he happened to run into a group of people who also went to his school, but instead of them bullying him for whatever reason, they commended him on standing up for himself like he had & told him there was a way to let out the pent up aggression that ended up sending a kid to the hospital.

his curiosity was lit up that night, eager to figure out what the hell they were talking about and a few days later, he was introduced to a scene that’d become far more intoxicating that anything he’d ever experienced before.

underground fighting. no rules, no shadows he had to live under, tons of money for each win under his belt? it was the life he never knew he wanted, but the second he got a taste of it, he wanted more.

so those late night strolls turned into him sneaking out of the house only to meet up with his new group of friends, all of which were clad in full black outfits .. traveling to some random person’s basement ( or abandoned buildings of numerous kinds ) only for sangjun to be able to release every single bit of pent up aggression he carried out on some stranger who’d never remember his name.

his parents? they were just as clueless as before, though, sam continuing to excel in school as well as his fights so much so that he found the perfect balance.. learned how to hide the scrapes and bruises from his mother & father all while continuing to be the top of his class.

not to mention he was juggling all of that and his acting career all at once, trying to hide certain things from his parents and the rest of the world because he knew it’d ruin his reputation.

however, due to the amount of stress that sat upon sam’s shoulders on a daily basis, he let himself slip up on his 21st birthday, parents stumbling into his apartment only to catch him drunk & high with a bunch of strangers surrounding him.

it was a moment he’d been scared of his whole life, worried his parents would just disown him right then and there...

but in all honesty? it was the most freeing night of sam’s life.

he didn’t have to pretend to be someone he wasn’t anymore, didn’t have to pretend to be a pure and innocent little thing who never did anything wrong. didn’t have to live up to the high expectations he’d set for himself so many years ago and god, he was hooked.

his parents not disowning him and continuing to pay for everything he wanted only fueling him to continue the downward spiral, living his life to the fullest, doing whatever the hell he wanted to... whenever the hell he wanted to.

PERSONALITY. ( PT 2. )

hides behind a wall of sarcasm, cockiness, anger and lust.

doesn’t really care to get to know people and had a tendency to push people away before they get too close to him. ( though it’s all a ruse. )

wears glasses to read and mess w computers, but hates them a lot and probably won’t wear them if people are around.

has two different wardrobes, one for when he’s around his parents. that consists of suits & dressy attire. and then one for when he isn’t that consists of ripped jeans, t-shirts, sweats & everything in between.

is …. stubborn as hell and refuses to ask for help with anything.

his motorcycle is literally his baby ??? like he ?? has a problem ??

fluent in a lot of languages, picked them up so that he didn’t need translators at his parents meetings and the likes.

lowkey worried that people will figure out that he’s actually v scared & stressed on the inside because that’ll cause him to start having to deal with his feelings, and he doesn’t wanna do that.

is the biggest flirt you will ever meet?? like if he’s speaking to you… its usually flirty as hell unless it has to do w business ( both his parents & his fights ) or he’s just known you for centuries ?

will try to get everyone to go to bars n parties with him because that’s his life in a nutshell ??

drinks..heavily.. like every night?? it’s a problem tbh.

nerd on the inside though like owns so many comic books, loves to play video games, read books, plays piano.. loves to sketch, paint & the likes.

he cares… god he cares so much about people and the world but he pretends to hate everything because it’s easier than letting people in.

full of horrible and cheesy pick up lines and jokes and frequently texts people said pick up lines and jokes.

owns a book that is full of nothing but blank pages and keeps it on his coffee table because he ‘relates’ to it.

is a highkey hoe but he tries to keep it on the dl ( he fails… miserably. )

super into fitness as it’s a way to keep him away from drinking every evening. ( that doesn’t work for him tho, oof.. )

also has bruised knuckles 24/7 & some other injuries he gets from his fights, plays it off like he’s just clumsy.

anger issues af. needs to get them in check.

actually super kind and caring once you’re able to see get past his wall?? which is really hard tbh but if you’re able to? he’s so loyal and caring it’s unreal.

has a bad habit of smoking whenever he’s stressed out, which is usually all of the time so he smokes…. more than he should ( though he won’t admit to being stressed out,,,,, ever in his life. )

highkey into cuddling and all the cute shit like that but would literally never tell a soul because then they’d see that he isn’t the ‘hardass’ he pretends to be on a daily basis.

is a burnt cupcake who has 'decent’ intentions but has extremely horrible execution skills.

PLOT IDEAS.

bad influence. ( on your muse. )

best friends.

childhood friend.

competition.

confidant.

cousin.

current hook up(s).

drinking buddies.

drunken hook up.

enemies that used to be friends.

enemies.

exes who ended on bad terms.

flirtationship.

frenemies.

friendly competition.

friends that used to be enemies.

friends with benefits.

good influence. ( on sangjun. )

hate sex.

one night stand(s). ( past & present. )

partner in crime.

party buddies.

past hook up(s).

ride or die.

social media friends.

trouble makers.

unlikely friends.

#yj:intro #✶ — › 𝔞 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪 𝔬𝔯 𝔞 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔦𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔢 — ⌜ out of character. ⌟#pls come lov the SINnamon roll

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amokincsis-blog · 6 years ago

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[ KIM NAMJOON, HE/HIM, CISMALE ] ↦ [ YU HANSOL ] is a child of [ EROS ] with the power of [ AMOKINESIS ]. They’re [ TWENTY-FIVE ] and have been on the island for [ FIVE YEARS ]. If you want to meet them, they’re usually around the island [ RELAXING OR ATTENDING CLASSES ]; you could also try [ THE ISLAND SQUARE ].

hey demons, it’s me, ya girl, gem, i’m 21+, i go by she/her pronouns and i live in cst! i am a hot mess who loves causing her characters pain & angst…. i also love ruining their lives on a daily basis.

this is my trash son hansol and you can find basic stats / bullet point bio / basic personality info / basic plot ideas & stuff like that for him under the cut! if you want more in depth info message me bc honestly this intro post is … oof !!!

but i am super excited to be here and i can’t wait to plot with ya’ll & love your babies !!!! if you’d like to plot, please feel free to IM me on here, or add me on discord ( 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾 𝕆𝕆𝔽.#9330 ) OR smash that like and i’ll come to you !!

BASIC INFORMATION.

full name: yu hansol. nickname(s): han, hannie ( kinda pronounced like honey ), sol. age: twenty-five. date of birth: tbd birthplace: daegu, south korea. ethnicity: korean. nationality: korean. gender: cismale. pronouns: he/him/his. orientation: bisexual. language(s) spoken: english, korean, chinese, japanese, spanish, greek, thai & french.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

face claim: kim namjoon ( rm ) of bts. hair color: changes occasionally, currently dark brown. eye color: brown. height: 5'9". weight: 169. build: athletic. tattoos: tbd. piercings: tbd.

HEALTH.

physical ailments: seasonal allergies. neurological conditions: n/a. allergies: pollen, mold. sleeping habits: 4-5 hours a night, usually restless. eating habits: varies depending on his mood, loves going to small diners to pig out on greasy food but also loves going to very high end restaurants. exercise habits: boxes as a form of exercise, cardio is usually a once a week thing. body temperature: hot-natured. addictions: alcohol, tobacco, drugs, sex, gambling. drug use: frequent. alcohol use: frequent.

PERSONALITY. ( PT 1. )

label: the sybarite. positive traits: adventurous, charismatic. negative traits: hedonistic, blunt. fears: large bodies of water. hobbies: boxing, card games, video games, reading, cooking. habits / quirks: tba.

FAVORITES.

season: fall. color(s): sliver, red, matte black. music: not picky. movies: action, horror, suspense. sport(s): tbd. beverage(s): whiskey, dr pepper, iced tea, arnold palmers. food: steak, burgers, pizza, fries, kimchi. animal: dogs.

FAMILY.

father: eros. mother: tba. sibling(s): tbd. children: n/a. pet(s): tbd. family’s financial status: upper class.

EXTRAS.

zodiac sign: tbd. mbti: entp-a. ( the debater ) enneagram: type eight. ( the challenger ) temperament: choleric. hogwarts house: slytherin. moral alignment: chaotic neutral. primary vice: lust. primary virtue: pride. element: fire.

BIOGRAPHY.

i don’t have like a full bio for him worked out yet but…

there's two sides of him, though most people only get to see one side.

which happens to be the sarcastic, cocky... tiny bit of an asshole side of him.

however, inside he's just a goofy soul, loves to joke around & have fun.. play pranks on people, go out on snack runs at all hours of the night.

if you'd like to know more about like his background, pls message me bc this is the worst thing i think i've ever written dkjfghsd

honestly he's a cupcake that's rlly burnt around the edges which makes him seem bad but deep down he's still okay.

PERSONALITY. ( PT 2. )

hides behind a wall of sarcasm, cockiness, and lust.

but will also tease and mess with literally everyone.

wears glasses to read and mess w computers, but hates them a lot and probably won’t wear them if people are around.

is ….stubborn as hell and refuses to ask for help with anything.

hotmess

fluent in a lot of languages, loves flaunting that skill.

lowkey worried that people will figure out that he’s actually v soft and goofy on the inside because that’ll cause him to start having to deal with his feelings, and he doesn’t wanna do that.

is the biggest flirt you will ever meet??

will try to get everyone to go to bars n parties with him ?? that's kinda His thing tbh.

plays piano / violin & all that jazz.

drinks..heavily.. like every night?? it’s a problem tbh.

he cares…

god he cares so much about people and the world but he pretends to hate everything because it’s easier than letting people in !!

owns a book that is full of nothing but blank pages and keeps it on his coffee table because he ‘relates’ to it.

is a highkey hoe ( oof )

super into fitness

loves boxing so much and can be seen at the gym quite a bit.. also has bruised knuckles 24/7 because of it as it’s a way to take out his aggression and feelings out on a punching bag?

can have a tendency to be short-tempered.

actually super kind and caring once you’re able to see get past his wall?? which is really hard to do but if u do it he’ll cherish you forever.

has a bad habit of smoking whenever he’s stressed out, which is usually all of the time so he smokes…. more than he should. not just cigarettes either.

he tries his best to pretend he's this big butthead just so he doesn't have to get close to people but at the same time he's super cool with just letting his other side show here and there.

loves to read, loves comic books & video games. a nerd on the inside.

PLOT IDEAS.

bad influence. ( on your muse. )

best friends.

childhood friend.

confidant.

current hook up(s).

drinking buddies.

drunken hook up.

enemies.

exes who ended on bad terms.

flirtationship.

frenemies.

friends with benefits.

good influence. ( on hansol. )

one night stand(s). ( past & present. )

party buddies.

past hook up(s).

ride or die.

trouble makers.

#hbi:intro #my tags def don't work bc i fell asleep before i could do a tag drop last night but #oh well !

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sybcritics-blog · 6 years ago

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( lee jooheon, cismale, he/him, 24. ) — CHOI JUNGWOO, better known to the authorities as VULCAN, has been working for the kumiho for around SIX YEARS as a JANITOR. rumor has it, they can be DARING & KALEIDOSCOPIC but also IRASCIBLE & SYBARITIC which is why blood-stained hands, all black wardrobes, crooked smirks, and weaponry makes me think of them.

hey demons, it me, ya girl, gem ... back at it again, only this time my character is worst than the first one. which is saying something because oof minwoo was an absolute disaster ! so if that gives you any idea as to how this shithead is gonna be, that should be a clue !

again, his whole backstory isn't completely figured out but i have what i've already figured out below the cut, as well as his basic information, personality & some wanted plots i have for him !

if you want to plot with this lil pyro, smash that like button & i'll come to you ! or of course, if you like d*scord better than tumblr feel free to add me on there ( @𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕂𝕃𝔼𝕍𝕠𝕊𝕊!#9330 ) & we can plot from there !

BASIC INFORMATION.

full name: choi jungwoo. nickname(s): jun, woo. age: twenty-four. date of birth: october 31st. birthplace: daegu, south korea. current location: seoul, south korea. ethnicity: korean. nationality: korean. gender: cismale. pronouns: he / him / his. orientation: pansexual. crew position: janitor. occupation: instagram model / youtuber. ( eboy basically ig ) language(s) spoken: korean, english, chinese, japanese, spanish, greek, thai & french.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

face claim: lee jooheon ( joohoney ) of monsta x. hair color: changes frequently, currently dark brown. eye color: brown. height: 6 ' 1 ". weight: 175. build: athletic. tattoos: far too many to count. piercings: multiple in his ears, a tongue piercing, nipple piercings, a scar on his right brow from an old brow piercing.

HEALTH.

physical ailments: alcohol abuse, drug abuse & lactose intolerance. neurological conditions: back pain & occasional migraines. allergies: pollen, mold, dairy, shellfish. sleeping habits: 3-4 hours a night, restless. eating habits: mostly junk food, fast food & take-out but he does enjoy going to fancy places every once in a while as well as cooking meals at home. exercise habits: jogs every morning, is in a boxing group that meets every week. body temperature: hot natured. addictions: alcohol, tobacco, drugs & sex. drug use: frequent. alcohol use: frequent.

PERSONALITY. ( PT 1. )

label: the cataclysmic. positive traits: daring & kaleidoscopic. negative traits: irascible & sybaritic. fears: large bodies of water. hobbies: boxing, card games, video games, reading, cooking, comic books, jogging. habits: tbd. quirks: tbd.

FAVORITES.

season: fall. color(s): black, red, green. music: isn’t super picky, doesn't care for country. movies: mostly action, suspense, horror & comedy. sport(s): watches baseball & hockey. beverage(s): anything but sparkling water. food: fast food. animal: dogs.

FAMILY.

father: tba. mother: tba. sibling(s): younger sibling, nineteen. children: n/a. pet(s): german sheppard puppy. family’s financial status: upper class.

EXTRAS.

zodiac sign: scorpio. mbti: entp-a. ( the debater ) enneagram: type eight. ( the challenger ) temperament: choleric. hogwarts house: slytherin. moral alignment: chaotic neutral. primary vice: lust. primary virtue: pride. element: fire.

BIOGRAPHY.

born in daegu sk to a lawyer and a police officer, jun's life was always pretty strict.

they always made sure he was living like they wanted him to, cracking down and making sure he was behaving & that his grades were at the top of his class.

little did they know that their son found ways around having to obey everything they said, sneaking out of his bedroom window to roam the streets of daegu in the middle of the night & things like that.

that's also where he first found his interest in fire, seeing people mess with small bonfires / fireworks all the time caused him to grow curious.

so one night on one of his adventures, he approached a group of kids that were probably only a few years older than him and they allowed him into their group & allowed him to start messing with the fireworks himself.

it was from that moment on that he started to rebel a little bit more with each day that passed, eventually sneaking out & staying gone the entire night only to sneak back up through his window, get 2 hrs of sleep and then head to school.

parents never figured out about it though, he was good at lying to them & anyone with any sort of 'authority' so he was able to continue pleasing them & pretending to be this pefect son all while living the life he actually wanted to live.

the only thing that came as a shock to his parents was him moving out at the age of sixteen, getting his own apartment and whatnot so he'd stop having to hide how he wanted to live or have to sneak out of his own home.

however, to them, they just thought he wanted to become more of an adult & so they never really questioned it or checked up on him without warning.

he had just turned eighteen when he was approached by the mastermind after getting into a fight at a bustling club, leaving the other person laid out on the ground while jun barely had any injuries whatsoever.

the mastermind offered a job, keep people quiet or clean up after the ones who can't and you'll get paid shit tons of money... who was jun to turn that offer down?

a few months after that is when his instagram persona started forming, posting his outfits on the app started to cause people to follow him & ask for more... n before he knew it, he was getting agents messaging him offering to be HIS agent & allow him to make even more money just by posting the simplest of things on a daily basis.

again, who was he to really turn down the offer? especially considering the fact he'd already grown a taste for all things expensive.

& thus, jun's double life began once more, though this time, both sides of his life were things he truly enjoyed.

PERSONALITY. ( PT 2. )

the Worst...

short-tempered as heck, will snap on people for breathing in his direction wrong if he's in one of those moods...

loves violence... it's a problem. will be that asshole who starts bar fights just so he can fight someone ksfjghsdf

.... if you haven't figured it out, the boy loves to play with fire. constantly burns stuff, always tries to take things of other peoples to burn them. also likes to ... possibly set empty buildings on fire only to watch them burn down. yike.

can be extremely goofy & joking one moment and then the biggest grumpy asshole the next. all really depends on his mood at the time.

when he's in a good mood though, he loves to mess with people & joke around or just go explore the area. day trips are his favorite thing in the world even though he won't admit to it.

however, when he isn't.... don't mess with him bc he will probably try and snap ur head off or yell at you for the dumbest shit. probably figures out he's being a dick a little too late but will still own up to it and apologize eventually.

a bit of a wild card, honestly. you never know what mood he's going to be in or what's going on in his head at any given moment.

a heaux, shock shock... but like actually really bad abt it, constantly has some new hook up or something like that.

this is a work in progress as well so that's all i've got atm

PLOT IDEAS.

someone from his past who knows that his father is a police officer & constantly gets on his ass for all the stupid shit he does bc they don't want him getting caught let alone his own father finding out.

his go to person for all things stupid as fuck. getting high on the roof? check. getting drunk & dancing on the bar? check. walking around seoul at 4 in the morning? check.

the fire & ice combination we all want for our muses, they fight, bicker, try to throw hands w each other even but at the end of the day, they actually care about one another.

someone who's able to see the softer side of jun, either by just being around for his 'down' days, or finding out that a sleepy / just woke up jun has a tendency to be soft and a tiny bit needy.

the jokester friend who's always pranking jun & jun tries to one up them & get his revenge.

the LOATHING plot... idk what it would be for but they just literally can't stand each other & they make sure it's known to the world.

someone who puts up with his instagram persona and goes on shopping trips & appears in the dumb videos he uploads to both instagram & youtube.

speaking of,,,,, the 'dating' rumor. basically they're really close friends & are seen by the media together a lot so people just assume they're a thing & start getting hashtags about them trending as well as all the other fun stuff that goes along with that.

will add more as they come to mind !

#kumiho.intro #“ ━━ ◤ big dumbass energy. ┊ out of character. ◢#look i finally did it !!!

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lord-explosion-baku · 7 years ago

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Dancing’s Not A Crime (Unlesss You Do It Without Me) pt. 5

Pairings: Bakugou x fem!reader, Todoroki x fem!reader

You flirt and tease with a certain hotheaded classmate of yours without realizing how far it has escalated and someone gets a little jealous.

Warnings: Violence, swearing

A/N: I’m in HELL. I just want someone to kiss already goddammit. I think I liked this?? It might be short?? I’m mad that it takes hours to write when it only takes a few minutes to read. The chapter after this is gonna be so fun tho oh my god. Oh and I guess I’m revealing the reader’s quirk. I am bad at science. Don’t hate me. This is basically going to be the quirk I use for all my fics because I’m not that imaginative. Again, I didn’t proofread for I am a toad.

Part 4

Quirk: Magic. You can cast spells when understanding the elemental, physical, and magical properties of whatever you’re trying to make happen. To activate a spell you use the Latin word for the associated spell and focus on what you want it to do. When you need a spell to last longer that it would you use your finger to draw runes into your skin creating a semi permanent mark on your body. Your quirk is powerful but each spell you cast comes at a price. Neutral magick drains you, causing you to lose excess amounts of energy the more you use your quirk, to the point of fainting. Dark magick or using any spell to harm others causes a major personality shift (one that you’re constantly avoiding) and you can temporary lose yourself to your power (you don’t yet know how to work on that.) Light magick effects your emotions in ways that usually aren’t appropriate for situations in public. You feel blissful, or in love, or euphoric. It’s a high you didn’t ask for.

You have a love/hate relationship with your quirk. You loved that you had a quirk that could one day make you a pro hero however it’s the only tie that you had to your biological parents that only a few people knew were villains.

Todoroki’s POV:

He was absolutely enchanted. Watching the way your body moved, hips flowing to the beat of the music, hands slowly waving in the air, sure there was a lot of people dancing but he only saw you. You lit up the room.

Stupid, he thought to himself. You had asked him to dance and he said no without any explanation. He knew he’d be stiff and awkward, he knew he wouldn’t know what to do, but at least he would’ve been with you. You would’ve helped him through it and at least he’d be near you.

And you looked so good.

His body tensed as he saw Kaminari dance a little too close to you. Todoroki didn’t care for Kaminari, he was barely a blimp on his radar, but he hated the way he was eyeing your body as you moved around him.

Watching as Kaminari put his hands on your hips he did not realize that he activated his left quirk causing the beverage in his hand to boil over and on to the table where he was sitting.

“Uh... Todoroki?” Izuku waves a hand in front of Todoroki’s face. “Are you alright?”

He watched as you kindly pushed Kaminari away from you, seeming to agree to dance with him but only at a friendly distance. “ I’m fine,” he reluctantly averted his gaze from you and dabbed at the mess with a napkin.

What was he doing? If an idiot like Kaminari could hit on you why couldn’t he just tell you how he felt? It was all just words he was very capable of forming. Even if you didn’t reciprocate those feelings at least then you would know? And you weren’t the type of person who would avoid him afterwards. He knew you cared about him and he knew that you loved him... in a way. Besides that, he has seen the way you’ve looked at him every now and again, for a few seconds at a time. You admired him. Your feelings for him couldn’t be strictly platonic, could they? He got up to get more napkins and peered back over to you.

His eyes narrowed as he watched Bakugou’s arms reach around your body. His heart pounded against his chest and he snarled while Bakugou whispered something into your ear causing you to bite your lip.

You only did that for him. That should have been him twirling you around the dance floor, not that obnoxious, power hungry, ape.

Without thinking, he started towards the two of you. The music ended. Bakugou had leaned in towards you. You didn’t back away. Todoroki quickened his pace, leaving a path of ice behind him. You closed your eyes. Todoroki felt his eyes sting, betraying his usual cool demeanor, as he ran towards you. He hated that smirk on that fuckers face as it inched towards to your slightly pursed lips. He was going to rip it off.

Pulling his right arm back he activated his quirk, ice encasing his fist, and he swung forward reaching Bakugou’s jaw right before the two of you could kiss.

Your POV

...

What?

...

There was a hush throughout the club. All eyes were on your friend who had just punched Katsuki Bakugou, of all people right, in the face. People started to whisper. Too many questions were asked. You felt numb.

Todoroki steps towards you, livid eyes boring into yours. “Y/N...”

“IF YOU WANTED TO DANCE,” Bakugou was already up. He grabbed a fist full of Todoroki’s collar and through him across the club and onto a pool table, “YOU COULD HAVE JUST ASKED!!”

Todoroki landed on his two feet on top of the pool table. He picked up a ball and threw it at Katsuki who quickly blasted it away from him and the crowd that was quickly scattering away from the fight.

“Sorry to let you down, Bakugou, but dancings not my thing. I just want to put you in your place.” Todoroki served forward throwing another ice covered ball nearly hitting Bakugou’s face. Though he dodged it, it came straight for you.

“Rigescunt indutae*,” you held your hand in front of your face and the ball froze mid air. You smacked the ball to the ground and tried to move forward but you couldn’t. You were so out of it, unable to focus on one thing, that you froze the ball in the air and your feet to the ground.

“S-stop,” You said, inaudible to the boyswhonwere screaming at and fighting each other.

Todoroki and Bakugou were at each other’s necks.

“She hates you,” Todoroki growled as he pushed Bakugou into a wooden barstool. “She says so all the time. She can’t stand you.”

“Maybe you don’t have that good of a read on her!” Bakugou grabbed the barstool and swung it into Todoroki’s side. The stool froze and with a kick Todoroki shattered it.

“Yo!! Bakugou!!!” Kirishima’s voiced called out as he made his way through the crowd who watched the boys as they tried to destroy each other. He was going to try to help.

“Back off, hair for brains, this is my fight.” He lunged forward knocking Todoroki down.

You had to do something. “Release,” your hands touched your heel and you ran towards the fight. Before Bakugou could punch Todoroki in the nose you lifted your hands at them and yelled, “Seperatum*!!”

Black tendrils wrapped around the torso of both boys pulling them away from each other. You had practiced this spell with Aizawa many times. He taught you the importance of binding your enemy when you had to defend yourself or stop them from doing harm.

“That’s enough.” Iida pushed his way from through the crowd. “This behavior is unacceptable and inexcusable for UA students. You all should feel shame, using your quirks when you’re not in school grounds. Destroying public property. Hurting each other. And you are trying to become heroes?”

Todoroki kept an even breath seeming calm but his eyes flared daggers at Bakugou who was thrashing around like an animal, trying to break free from your trap.

“THAT BASTARD HIT ME FIRST!”

“I don’t care who started what. As president of class 1-A, I have to ask that every UA student exit the premises. I’m sure the school board would like to discuss what to do with the two of you and and how to make amends with this establishment. We are leaving.”

Again, a silence fell. People started to slowly shuffle out. Iida stayed behind with you, Todoroki and Bakugou who were still restrained, and watched with his eagle eyes to make sure all UA students were leaving.

Bakugou was still thrashing about cursing to Todoroki, to Iida, and to himself so you released Todoroki first. He used his quirk to level out his temperature and he turned to you.

“I need to tell you something,” he almost whispered.

You took a moment to compose yourself. You stared at Bakugou who was watching the two of you. You closed your eyes and turned away from him. “Shouto, I can’t even look at you right now.”

You heard a sharp intake of breath. Then silence. Then the sounds of Todoroki’s footsteps walking away from you.

Once you knew he was gone you turned to Iida. “I’m going to make sure Bakugou gets home safe. I’m... sorry, Iida. I’ll make this okay. I know the owner of this place and... I don’t know. I feel responsible.” You voice cracked. “I’ll make it okay.”

Iida sighed. “A hero is not responsible for the actions of others. A hero can only be there to save others, to stop situations when they get out of hand.” He places a hand on your shoulder. “My older brother told me that once. Today you stopped things from escalating. I would deem that to be very heroic.”

After Iida left you finally lifted your restraints from Bakugou. Out of character he didn’t seem at all irritated anymore. In fact, he had a cocky grin as walked towards you, looking you up and down.

“Okay, asshole. What the fuck?”

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* Rigescunt indutae- freeze

* Seperatum- separate

Part 6

Tag list: @colagirl5 @izzy206-2001 @chanelxberlinstark @funfettiiicake @fangirl-on-bitches @colorbookshd @doriichii @meggy126 @lilacbunni @fabulous-dani @quenixy @reliefofcomedic (you didn’t ask to be tagged but I’m doing it anyways bc I wanna fight.)

IF I LEFT YOUR TAG OUT PLEASE MESSAGE I AM SO DISORGANIZED AND I ONLY HAVE SCREENSHOTS OF WHO I THOUGHT ASKED TO BE TAGGED I AM A GOAT

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vodkctonic-blog · 6 years ago

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jung hoseok, cismale, he/him, 25. — [ BOYEON “BO” NAM ], better known as the [ BENEFACTOR ], has been in crestwood for [ ONE YEAR ]. i think he is a [ CEO ]. rumor has it, he can be [ ADVENTUROUS ] & [ CHARISMATIC ] but also [ HEDONISTIC ] & [ MANIPULATIVE ] which is why i’ve heard their anthem is [ BIG SPENDER ] BY [ AS$AP ROCKY ft. THEOPHILUS LONDON ].

hey demons, it’s me, ya girl, cait, back at it again with this ABSOLUTE garbage can of a character... there’s not a ton of backstory on him under the cut bc i’m still trying to work all that out but basically he’s just... a fucking mess.

BASIC INFORMATION.

full name: nam boyeon. nickname(s): bo. age: twenty-five. date of birth: october 31st. birthplace: daegu, south korea current location: crestwood, south carolina, usa. ethnicity: korean. nationality: korean. gender: cismale. pronouns: he/him/his. orientation: bisexual. occupation: ceo of multiple multi-million dollar corporations. language(s) spoken: english, korean, chinese, japanese, spanish, greek, thai & french.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

face claim: jung hoseok ( jhope ) of bts. hair color: changes occasionally, currently crimson red. eye color: brown. height: 5'9". weight: 169. build: athletic. tattoos: n/a. piercings: n/a.

HEALTH.

physical ailments: seasonal allergies. neurological conditions: n/a. allergies: pollen, mold. sleeping habits: 4-5 hours a night, usually restless. eating habits: varies depending on his mood, loves going to small diners to pig out on greasy food but also loves going to very high end restaurants. exercise habits: boxes as a form of exercise, cardio is usually a once a week thing. other than that he figures he moves around enough thanks to his job that he doesn't need extensive workouts. body temperature: normal. addictions: alcohol, tobacco, drugs, sex, gambling. drug use: frequent. alcohol use: frequent.

PERSONALITY. ( PT 1. )

label: the benefactor. positive traits: adventurous, charasmatic. negative traits: hedonistic, blunt. fears: large bodies of water. hobbies: boxing, card games, video games, reading, cooking. habits / quirks: tba.

FAVORITES.

season: fall. color(s): gold, sliver, red, matte black. music: not picky. movies: action, horror, suspense. sport(s): basketball, baseball, hockey. beverage(s): whiskey, dr pepper, iced tea, arnold palmers. food: steak, lobster, burgers, pizza, fries, kimchi. animal: dogs.

FAMILY.

father: tba. mother: tba. sibling(s): younger sibling, nineteen. children: n/a. pet(s): australian sheppard puppy named orion. family’s financial status: upper class.

EXTRAS.

BIOGRAPHY.

i don't have like a full bio for him worked out yet but...

all you need to know is he's a cocky, blunt, impulsive & hedonistic af rich bitch who will flirt with anyone and everyone.

owns like..... 5 or 6 different multi-million dollar corporations and is constantly looking to become the ceo of more.

possibly got himself involved in some gang shit but no one knows he's involved in like the drugs part of that so sh

loves money & power.

also highkey loves blowing his money on other people ??

can be a dickhead sometimes but not always

spent 19m dollars on a one of a kind bugatti just to flex that he was the owner

is a hot ass mess

if u wanna know more pls hmu this is garbage im sorry

PERSONALITY. ( PT 2. )

hides behind a wall of sarcasm, cockiness, and lust.

doesn’t really care to get to know people and had a tendency to push people away before they get too close to him.

but will also tease and mess with literally everyone.

wears glasses to read and mess w computers, but hates them a lot and probably won’t wear them if people are around.

is ….stubborn as hell and refuses to ask for help with anything.

his cars are literally his babies ??? like he ?? has a problem ??

a hotmess

fluent in a lot of languages, picked them up so that he didn’t need translators for business meetings, loves flaunting that skill.

lowkey worried that people will figure out that he’s actually v soft on the inside because that’ll cause him to start having to deal with his feelings, and he doesn’t wanna do that.

is the biggest flirt you will ever meet??

will try to get everyone to go to bars n parties with him ??

plays piano / violin & all that jazz.

drinks..heavily.. like every night?? it’s a problem tbh.

he cares… god he cares so much about people and the world but he pretends to hate everything because it’s easier than letting people in.

owns a book that is full of nothing but blank pages and keeps it on his coffee table because he ‘relates’ to it.

is a highkey hoe

super into fitness

loves boxing so much and can be seen at the gym quite a bit.. also has bruised knuckles 24/7 because of it as it’s a way to take out his aggression and feelings out on a punching bag?

speaking of… anger issues af. well… he's short tempered as hELL

actually super kind and caring once you’re able to see get past his wall?? which is really hard to do due to his job but if u do it he’ll cherish u.

has a bad habit of smoking whenever he’s stressed out, which is usually all of the time so he smokes…. more than he should. not just cigarettes either

he's a muffin. no, not a cute cupcake. a muffin.

PLOT IDEAS.

bad influence. ( on your muse. )

best friends.

childhood friend.

competition.

confidant.

cousin.

current hook up(s).

drinking buddies.

drunken hook up.

enemies that used to be friends.

enemies.

exes who ended on bad terms.

flirtationship.

frenemies.

friendly competition.

friends that used to be enemies.

friends with benefits.

good influence. ( on boyeon. )

hate sex.

one night stand(s). ( past & present. )

partner in crime.

party buddies.

past hook up(s).

ride or die.

social media friends.

trouble makers.

#crestwood.intro #— ⟢ sweet dream / beautiful nightmare ⦂ ⋰ * ✧ OUT OF CHARACTER.

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dqbello · 6 years ago

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sweet, gentle, and oh so unfortunate...

(a character analysis)

basic information

FULL NAME: delilah laila bello née qureshi PRONUNCIATION: DUH-lie-la bell-O MEANING: Delilah - amorous, delight, languishing ; Laila - dark haired beauty REASONING: laila - majnu , a tragic tale of love and yet her mother’s favorite story. her father is more practical, suggesting delilah for the birth certificate. and so laila becomes their darling, delicate daughter at home, while the rest of the world meets delilah first. NICKNAME(S): desdemona, laila, lilah PREFERRED NAME(S): delilah, desdemona BIRTH DATE: july 10th AGE: 30 ZODIAC: cancer GENDER: female PRONOUNS: she/her/hers ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: heteroromantic (she never considered anything else) SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual (though she doesn’t count what’s happened under the influence & would call herself straight if asked) NATIONALITY: italian ETHNICITY: indian CURRENT LOCATION: verona, italy LIVING CONDITIONS: stable and comfortable, though not as cozy as it used to be TITLE(S): capulet soldier

background

BIRTH PLACE: venice, italy HOMETOWN: verona, italy though she was local to various cities for schooling SOCIAL CLASS: born to mid-lower middle class family, she married into about the same level when marrying a cop. however being a part of the capulets brings her into contact with much higher class people on a regular basis -- it’s hard to tell if her class plays a role in how poorly she fits in the mob. EDUCATION LEVEL: b.sc. in politics and international relations from the london school of economics and political science & m.a. in business criminal law from luiss school of law. though from how little she mentions it, it’s difficult to believe she’s so close to being a lawyer. FATHER: jaaved qureshi MOTHER: monal qureshi née arora SIBLING(S): n/a BIRTH ORDER: n/a CHILDREN: n/a PET(S): n/a OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES: paternal grandmother -- shabeena qureshi née farooqi PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS: ex-husband -- odin bello ARRESTS?: n/a PRISON TIME?: n/a

occupation & income

PRIMARY SOURCE OF INCOME: legal assistant for studio legale biondaro SECONDARY SOURCE OF INCOME: online contributor for the local newspaper TERTIARY SOURCE(S) OF INCOME: capulet soldier APPROXIMATE AMOUNT PER YEAR: appx. € 40,000 / year CONTENT WITH THEIR JOB (OR LACK THERE OF)?: she was so close to becoming a lawyer -- all she needed was to pass the national bar exam and then the local one. but then she got married. at the time, it had been her parents who had discouraged the marriage and told her to focus on her career. at the time, it had been her who chose not to pursue law further because she was happy and married and with odin gone all day, who would take care of their home. besides, the precedent of leaving careers for family had been set for her by the generations of women in her family before her. (her grandmother worked in her father’s tailor shop before marriage and her mother had been a dance teacher.) but now that everything has ended the way it has, she’s not sure what to do. PAST JOB(S): grocery store clerk, university library assistant, a few internships at law firms SPENDING HABITS: her father owned a small grocery store in venice, one of the few where one could find indian and middle-eastern spices, fruits, vegetables, henna, etc. as such she learned to be sensible and thrifty about money. she’s excellent at creating and following a budget. it’s why she took time off between degrees to live at home and save money for her m.a. private universities are expensive after all, and her family couldn’t afford it otherwise. MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION: a delicate gold chain and flower shaped pendant -- it’s an heirloom passed down from mother to daughter. her wedding ring hangs upon that chain as well.

skills & abilities

PHYSICAL STRENGTH: 4/10 OFFENSE: 3/10 DEFENSE: 7/10 SPEED: 6/10 INTELLIGENCE: 9/10 ACCURACY: 7/10 AGILITY: 8/10 STAMINA: 6/10 TEAMWORK: 9/10 TALENTS: intelligent, flexible, adaptable, follower SHORTCOMINGS: too caring, non-violent, physically weak, indecisive LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: hindi, italian, english (accented), urdu (understands but can’t speak) DRIVE?: yes JUMP-STAR A CAR?: yes CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?: yes RIDE A BICYCLE?: yes SWIM?: yes PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?: no PLAY CHESS?: yes BRAID HAIR?: yes TIE A TIE?: yes PICK A LOCK?: she’s supposed to be learning, but she struggles

physical appearance & characteristics

FACE CLAIM: deepika padukone EYE COLOR: dark brown HAIR COLOR: dark brown/black HAIR TYPE/STYLE: long, wavy, not prone to frizziness GLASSES/CONTACTS?: prefers to contacts but wears glasses when needed DOMINANT HAND: right HEIGHT: 5′9″ WEIGHT: 60 kg BUILD: slim/lean EXERCISE HABITS: all through school she used to dance; she didn’t really get back into exercise until after marriage -- now that she’s a capulet she finds herself engaging in cardio + kickboxing 3x a week. SKIN TONE: by indian standards, her olive skin is considered relatively fair. in europe, she’d be called dusky. TATTOOS: a small outline of a lotus on her left ankle PEIRCINGS: two in each ear lobe (she usually wears studs in one and something more fancy in the other) and a nose piercing that has closed up since marriage. MARKS/SCARS: a birthmark on the sole of her right foot -- according to her grandmother, it indicated that she would travel often NOTABLE FEATURES: she was known for being a beauty among the venetian locals -- her dimpled smile was alluded to in particular. USUAL EXPRESSION: tender, though lately she seems almost constantly on the verge of tears CLOTHING STYLE: business professional at work, athleisure/cozy at home. JEWELRY: tiny, gold studs in her ears, a gold chain. she does tend to wear a watch to work. ALLERGIES: n/a. BODY TEMPERATURE: normal DIET: mostly healthy -- she cooks her own meals most of the time (a mix of indian and italian) but will occasionally go out. she’s got a sweet tooth though she doesn’t usually indulge it, except for the sugar in her daily evening chai. PHYSICAL AILMENTS: n/a

psychology

JUNG TYPE: ISFJ JUNG SUBTYPE: n/a ENNEAGRAM TYPE: type 6 -- the loyalist MORAL ALIGNMENT: lawful good TEMPERAMENT: phlegmatic ELEMENT: water PRIMARY INTELLIGENCE TYPE: linguistic APPROXIMATE IQ: 125 MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: n/a SOCIABILITY: introvert EMOTIONAL STABILITY: stable, but vulnerable OBSESSION(S): literature, with a weakness for romance novels (good and bad) COMPULSION(S): PHOBIA(S): none that she knows of yet ADDICTION(S): n/a DRUG USE: she tried weed once ALCOHOL USE: she drinks like an italian -- she prefers wines over hard liquor and will drink with a meal a few times a week PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: no

mannerisms

SPEECH STYLE: easy to understand, simple but descriptive ACCENT: her italian and hindi are unaccented, but her english has some kind of accent though it’s hard to figure out exactly what kind QUIRKS: she is not a fan of computers in general. if there’s an ‘e-’ version of something, she probably doesn’t like it (aka books > e books, notebooks > e notebooks, letters > emails, etc.) HOBBIES: reading, writing, dancing, bullet journaling HABITS: a cup of chai after work, reading before bed, journaling with her morning espresso NERVOUS TICKS: hand wringing, finger tapping, too wide smiles DRIVES/MOTIVATIONS: love, truth, loyalty, justice, mercy FEARS: irrelevance, dying alone POSITIVE TRAITS: loving, loyal, honest, sweet, kind NEGATIVE TRAITS: indecisive, lack of self-worth, too gentle, non-confrontational SENSE OF HUMOR: she likes kind humor, self-deprecation, wittiness DO THEY CURSE OFTEN?: almost never. CATCHPHRASE(S): n/a

favorites

ACTIVITY: reading ANIMAL: ocelot BEVERAGE: chai BOOK: pride and prejudice CELEBRITY: madhubala (old bollywood actress) COLOR: orange (like marigolds and mangoes) DESIGNER: sabyasaachi FOOD: chicken malai kabob FLOWER: marigolds GEM: yellow topaz HOLIDAY: diwali MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: scooter MOVIE: mughal-e-azaam (old bollywood film) MUSICAL ARTIST: hozier QUOTE/SAYING: “no legacy is so rich as honesty.” SCENERY: rajasthani deserts SCENT: exotic and fruity SPORT: tennis SPORTS TEAM: indian national cricket team TELEVISION SHOW: suits (it’s trashy, she knows, but it’s so perfectly escapist) WEATHER: warm and sunny VACATION DESTINATION: spain, greece, egypt

attitudes

GREATEST DREAM: becoming a judge GREATEST FEAR: dying alone MOST AT EASE WHEN: reading before bed LEAST AT EASE WHEN: doing anything mob related WORST POSSIBLE THING THAT COULD HAPPEN: losing everyone she loves BIGGEST ACHIEVEMENT: her acceptance into lse BIGGEST REGRET: believing she’d already reached her happy ending MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT: hearing the rumors about her before odin confronted her BIGGEST SECRET: she’s signed the divorce papers but she hasn’t returned them yet. TOP PRIORITIES: proving her innocence to odin and the rest of the capulets

#❈ she is indeed perfection ( about )#guess who ignored replies in favor of THIS monstrosity

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agentflanders-blog · 7 years ago

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— STATISTICS

“When a body is burned, the heart is the last organ to oxidize. While the rest of the body can catch flame like a polyester sheet on campfire, it takes hours to burn the heart to ash.”

BASIC INFORMATION.

FULL NAME: Claire Elise Flanders

NICKNAME(S): Claire-Bear ( by her father, on the rare occasions she actually saw him ), Larry ( by her younger sister Eleanor, because ‘Claire’ proved difficult for the lisping toddler to pronounce ), Flanders ( by former partners and familiar coworkers ), CUNT ( behind her back, of course, though she’s not unaware of it )

AGE: Thirty

D.O.B.: October 3rd, 1987

HOMETOWN: Belvedere, California

CURRENT LOCATION: Detrosa, California

ETHNICITY: White; Finnish on her father’s side, Swedish and French on her mother’s

NATIONALITY: American

GENDER: Cisgender female

PRONOUNS: She/her

ORIENTATION: Hyporomantic bisexual

RELIGION: Lapsed Christian / stubborn atheist

POLITICAL AFFILIATION: Democrat

OCCUPATION: Special Agent for the FBI, formerly a detective with the LAPD

LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: Currently living out of a dive motel on the outskirts of Detrosa; she refuses to settle, and the FBI is paying her expenses anyway. The only money that comes out of her pocket is for alcohol ( a sizable chunk of change, if you have Claire’s habits )

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: English, Spanish, a bit of French

ACCENT: Generic American. Flat affect.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

FACE CLAIM: Alicia Vikander

HAIR COLOUR: A natural, virgin chocolate-brown. The ends get sun-dyed.

EYE COLOUR: A deep, warm brown with a distinct yellow cast to them; like caramel.

HEIGHT: A misleading 5′6 ( she appears proportionally smaller than she is ).

WEIGHT: A slim 115 lbs ( blame scarcely eating for her diminutive frame ).

BUILD: Skinny, not slim. Knob-kneed, muscles protruding because of lack of food and not actual bulk.

TATTOOS: Only one: ELLE, stamped across her hipbone, flanked by a daisy.

PIERCINGS: One in each ear ( done when she was a baby ).

CLOTHING STYLE: If she’s working, she tends to wear button-ups and black slacks or jeans, along with comfortable Doc Martens. If she’s off, you’re more likely to find her in some flimsy tank ( for comfort, not fashion ) and slouchy jeans. A Ramones tee hanging off her shoulders. Think haphazard and monochromatic. She scoops up whatever t-shirts she can find secondhand and pairs them with one of her two demolished pair of dark jeans. If it’s cold, she’ll throw on her faux-leather jacket. That’s about it as far as fashion is concerned. Rings, rings, rings. She likes rings because she often absently digs them into the flesh of her legs; hers are particularly pointy, particularly given to drawing blood.

USUAL EXPRESSION: Prickly. Standoffish. Sarcastic. Blunt. Then, there’s that unmistakable madness in her eyes; sad, lonely, broken. Like a fire still alive in her irises.

DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS: She has two long, deep scars from her two wrist surgeries. They are both long and gashed along her vein, ugly and pink. She likes to cover them up and can usually be seen clutching her shirtsleeves in her palms. The scars from where she cuts herself, mostly on the inner thigh. Just little ticks, like she’s tallying something.

HEALTH.

PHYSICAL AILMENTS: Chronic insomnia. Further, Claire is left-handed, a choice to minimize the damage to her right (which she needs working). Her right wrist landed peculiarly in her fall, and it has never worked properly since.

NEUROLOGICAL CONDITIONS: Diagnosed PTSD, depression, and ADHD. Self-medicated anxiety disorder. Alcoholism. Opioid addiction. Trichotillomania.

ALLERGIES: Dogs.

SLEEPING HABITS: Erratic. She tends to go through bouts of regulating herself to sleeping at around eleven-midnight, and then others of insomnia ( where she often doesn’t fall asleep until four in the morning, if ever ). Usually she falls asleep drunk, and fully clothed. If she doesn’t, she leaves her clothing on just the same (on the off chance that she’ll have to flee in the middle of the night because another fire is nipping at her heels). It’s an odd habit that she has had since her childhood.

EATING HABITS: Similarly irregular. Oftentimes she forgets to eat, and when she remembers, she always reaches for something palatable rather than nutritious. For her, that means something sweet, like a donut or a candy bar. Quick, goes down easy, fuels her for a while.

EXERCISE HABITS: Runs on occasion, though that’s more to quiet her mind than anything else. To stop herself from slicing into herself again, again, again.

EMOTIONAL STABILITY: Claire probably ranks a 4/10 on emotional stability, though that is not necessarily demonstrated outwardly. To most, she would appear to be mild, unaffected. In truth, she’s a deeply emotional human being, and she feels things very strongly, which makes her very mercurial. Her mind is a difficult place to be. When she is sad, it is suffocating. When she is joyful, which is rarely, she feels like a live current.

SOCIABILITY: Claire prefers being alone to anything, but can become very depressed when she hasn’t seen anyone in a long time. She doesn’t want to admit it, but company is necessary for her. She was once a very social child, but she grew into a reclusive adult; something which was borne of trauma, not her natural inclinations.

BODY TEMPERATURE: She runs very hot. Touch her hands and they’ll feel like embers; it’s why she likes her air-conditioning up very high. Her room feels like an icebox.

ADDICTIONS: Alcohol, opioids, cutting.

DRUG USE: She was first prescribed opioids when she was young in order to treat the pain from her hip and wrist surgeries. For a while, around sixteen, she became involved with a group of people who regularly used heroin. Now, she prefers to stick to OxyContin and poppy pod tea.

ALCOHOL USE: Excessive. We’re talking wake-and-guzzle. She scarcely feels a few shots now; it takes her much more than that.

PERSONALITY.

LABEL: The Abrasive, The Cynical, The Escapee, The Vanished

POSITIVE TRAITS: adaptable, compassionate, courageous, fair-minded, intelligent, intuitive, persistent, sincere

NEGATIVE TRAITS: aggressive, aloof, impulsive, cynical, detached, harsh, impatient, inconsistent, mercurial, secretive, unreliable, unpredictable

GOALS/DESIRES: To solve the cases at hand with skill and efficiency. To become well-respected within the FBI. To transcend what happened to her as a child. To be able to exist idly and be content. To be happy.

FEARS: Acrophobia. Anthophobia ( due her mother’s love of flowers and the suffocating bouquets that were always located around the estate ). Fear of food ( particularly of meat ). Claustrophobia. She both fears fire and is obsessed with it; with possessing it, controlling it.

HOBBIES: Drinking, hair-pulling, cutting, listening to music while lying prone ( likely on the floor ) or thrashing wildly, reading ( exclusively pulpy detective fiction or true crime ).

HABITS: Biting her fingernails. Pulling her hair. Chewing her lip. Cursing in a continuous string. Digging her rings and/or nails into her flesh. Sitting cross-legged. Standing with feet fixed far apart. Avoiding eye contact. Walking fast. Going to bed after 4 am ( if at all ). Not sleeping. Forgetting to eat for days. Sleeping fully-clothed, on top of the sheets. Gives one-word answers. Stops to think carefully before she speaks ( unless she’s sloshed ). Excessive sarcasm. Replies with “hmm” rather than an actual reply. Speaks very deliberately.

FAVOURITES.

WEATHER: Cloudy, possibly with rain. A crisp 65 degrees. She despises being too warm and begins to feel suffocated by heat.

COLOUR: Red.

Music: Screaming Females, Hayley Kiyoko, Samia, Courtney Barnett, Deap Valley, The Clash, Talking Heads, Led Zeppelin.

Movies: The Shining, Psycho, Blade Runner, Fatal Attraction, Dogville.

SPORT: She can only tolerate soccer.

BEVERAGE: Teeling Irish Whiskey or the darkest stout imaginable.

FOOD: A Reese’s peanut butter cup, though she prefers to drink her meals.

ANIMAL: Hyenas. They are female-dominant.

FAMILY.

FATHER: Jonathan “Jack” Flanders / Deceased / Former business mogul and owner & CEO of Flanders Farms packaged foods company + LEGAL GUARDIAN: Elliot Turner / Sixty-three / Former Criminal Psychologist & current True Crime writer

MOTHER: Virginia Turner Flanders -- called “Turner” by her friends / Deceased / Former Pageant Queen

SIBLING(S): Eleanor Marie Flanders / Deceased

CHLDREN: N/A

PET(S): N/A

FAMILY’S FINANCIAL STATUS: Wealthy.

EXTRA.

ZODIAC SIGN: Libra

MBTI: ISFJ - “The Defender”

ENNEAGRAM: TYPE 5 - “The Investigator”

TEMPERAMENT: Melancholy (SECONDARY: Choleric)

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic good

PRIMARY VICE: Wrath

PRIMARY VIRTUE: Humility

ELEMENT: Fire

#tcrp.task #( still on fire — )#*#( file: claire flanders — )

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From the Aorta to the Apex (4/4)

Title : From the Aorta to the Apex (4/4) Author : Myself Genre : AU, Fluff Pairing : Mark x OC Summary : Bored surgeons and boring conferences lead to not so boring encounters.

PART I // PART II // PART III

Part IV

“Here you go lil’ buddy. Chocolate and strawberry!” Mark kneeled in front of your son and handed the ice-cream to the small human, winking. He took the next cone and handed it to you. His own ice-cream was next and after he insisted on paying, the three of you were walking around the nearest park.

Mark was looking at your son who was walking in front of you, laughing at pigeons and licking the sweet ice-cream. There wasn’t a lot of things to talk about, mostly because you were feeling uncomfortable, and Mark looked like it was the most natural thing for him to do, which was even more upsetting.

“You’re lucky to have a son.” He said and you looked at him, puzzled. You remembered seeing a pink baby seat in his car, and it made you react.

“There was a....baby seat...” You tried, not ready for the possibility of him being married and owning a whole army of little Mark Tuan, all perfect and beautiful.

“Oh yeah...” He took his phone out of his back-pocket and showed you his screen.

A small girl, about your son’s age, was smiling widely at the camera. It looked like some teeth were missing since there were two little holes in her smile.

“I told you toothless were my favourite.” His teasing tone made you snap out of the picture and you nodded, emotionless, like a robot.

Of course, the perfect Dr Tuan had to have a family.

“She is...cute.” Suddenly you wanted to fly out of the place, go back home and stop sounding like the desperate divorced bitch you were, but it was him who had forced his way on you and your son, and insisted on buying ice-cream. Mark tilted his head to meet your face and you took a step back, surprised by the sudden action.

“What are you thinking about...?” He asked, and he too, looked startled.

“I... I think I should go back home.” You called your mini version over and the small boy ran back to you, his painful arm long forgotten.

“No, wait-”

“Shall we go?” You asked your son and he nodded, peeking over at Mark who looked powerless.

“Let me take you back, then.” He proposed and you acquiesced. Even if you needed to get out of there, you were too far away from your place.

The ride back was as silent as the soft snores coming from your son’s half opened mouth.

“Who is he?”

You thought your sister was some girl living for gossips, but you forgot who she had taken after.

Your mother.

“Just a surgeon working at the same hospital.” You tried being nonchalant, but your sister, hands full with a big plate, appeared and put it between you three.

“He was so nice with her son, you should have seen this, mom.” Their giggles made you roll your eyes, disbelief written all over your bored face.

“There’s absolutely no need for you to get so worked up. He has a daughter. He is probably married with some perfect person, with a beautiful dog and a big house.” You found yourself picturing the perfect Mark Tuan raising kids, having a successful career, and succeeding in pretty much everything he did.

“A married man wouldn’t ask a woman and a kid out, in the open.” Your mother’s pursed lips blew on the hot beverage in her cup.

“Also, you said he told this other doctor not to wait for him.”

“Oh my, maybe he is on a relationship with the other one and they adopted a little girl?”

Your sister laughed at your mother’s shocked face, and you coughed.

“The only way to find out is to ask him. Why didn’t you do so?” She added.

You shrugged, feeling ridiculous for acting like a high school student. “I don’t want to show my interest.” You put your own cup down. “I’m not that desperate.”

“You’re getting old, put your damn pride aside and ask him. That is, if he talks to you again after you pouted like a kid and ignored him.” You made a face at your mother.

Sometime you understood how she had ended up divorced like you.

“She is right. You should ask him out.”

“I swear you both should get a life.” You mumbled, lips sour with sugar free coffee.

As annoying as it was, they were right. You were mad at yourself for reacting the way you did, but then again, you had wished for more, and ever since the beginning, you were trying to push away the fact that he was attracting you in more than one way.

“I’ll let you do the dressing. Thanks for the hard work.” You bowed at the nurses and took off your gloves, palms sweaty. Jinyoung was finishing the work while you got ready for your next appointment. This afternoon had been calm and you only had one surgery, which was good considering the poor amount of motivation you had today.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” Your looked toward the origin of the noise and found, -what a coincidence- Dr Tuan, all shiny and perfect. Your gaze followed his body from his stylish sneakers to his wavy hair and you cursed you own mind for drooling at the sight.

A nod was all you could show to avoid unnecessary comments about pretty boys and flawless bodies.

“I wanted to know if...maybe I had done something bad?” He tried, eyes scanning the white room while you were taking off your green disposable gown.

“What do you mean?” Feigning ignorance had always been your forte.

“The other day...I don’t understand what happened.” He stated and you were amazed at how sincere he was with himself. He had something on his mind, and he was directly asking.

“Oh...I just, it felt uncomfortable, walking around with the father of a young girl.” You said and he tilted his face. You had decided to say it clearly, too.

“Is...me being a father a problem?” You took off your hygiene cap and nodded. Of course there was a problem!

“I mean. I don’t think it’s a good idea-“

“What is? Seeing me? Because it didn’t look like it was a problem back at the conference.” His tone had changed and it took you by surprise so you simply raised a brow at him, clueless.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Maybe he was a beautiful, crazy human being.

“Forget it. Sorry for troubling you.” He looked really hurt and you were startled at how uneasy it made you feel, stomach sinking at his troubled eyes.

He turned around and walked straight to the operating room’s exit, leaving you blinking at the unrealistic exchange you just had.

“Still here?” Jinyoung entered, taking off his own gown

You didn’t answer, and proceeded to storm out of the room.

“Why did you get mad, you stupid ass.”

Jackson was eating a perfectly shaped hot-dog, legs crossed on a bench in the Hospital big yard.

“What should I do then? Apparently, she’s got a kid and she doesn’t want me to have one. Also, she doesn’t even remember that we...you know.” He took a fast sip from his soda, legs spread and slowly moving.

“Well, maybe she thinks you’re married and you just want to hit on her. Also, you told me she was wasted, don’t blame her for not remembering.” Jackson stated, shrugging.

“It’s ridiculous. She can’t be thinking that I’m in a relationship. And I don’t care if she doesn’t remember, you know.” Mark scoffed.

“Just admit she gave you the best sex ever and you’re sad she doesn’t remember you.” Teased Jackson and he showed him his middle finger.

“Mark, my stupid friend. Just go and explain yourself. Tell her you like her and need more of her. What’s wrong with that?”

“Wait...maybe she is actually married?” Mark said next, holding Jackson’s arm and the latter just whined.

“I give up, you two are hopeless cases. You used to be more spirited.” The young paediatrician said and Mark brushed him off.

It’s been two weeks since you last saw Mark. Your super cool surgery had been cancelled because the patient didn’t want to be a guinea pig and you were glad not having to deal with him. You had told Jinyoung to contact another surgeon from the research team and he had agreed after numerous questions.

You were waiting with your son for the doctor, hoping he would agree in taking off the cast covering his arm. He had been complaining for two days now, saying it was so itchy it hurt and you had decided to ask for an appointment with the doctor who had put it on him.

“Y/N...?” Dr Wang was holding a paper and smiled sweetly at you two, opening the door to let you enter.

“So, let me guess...itchy?” The doctor took your son’s arm and inspected it.

“We’ll do an x-ray, just to be sure.” He said and called for a nurse to take your son to the x-ray room.

“It won’t take long.” He told you and you were about to take the exit when he stopped you.

“Can I talk to you?” You looked at him, puzzled and stilled.

“You’re...Mark’s friend, right?” he asked and you didn’t know how much he knew, but you shook your head.

“I wouldn’t say friend, but I know him, why?” You inquired, eyes narrowing at the goofy doctor.

“Oh, good then. Since Mark is the most stupid person I know, I think I need to share some information with you. First of all, he is divorced. He has a little girl, lives with me and is very much single. He is a boring man, but he is genuine.” You tried processing all the elements, blinking slowly at him but only one thing had made it to your brain.

Mark was single.

“So yeah I know it’s not my place to talk, but he’s been grumpy, and he doesn’t want to admit it but it has to do with you.” He stopped when your son came back, smiley, with a nurse. She handed him the x-rays and he high fived your son’s valid hand.

“Guess who can take off his cast?”

Your son cheered so loudly it made Jackson laugh, like a little boy.

So, maybe Dr Tuan had been...sincere, you thought as you both exited the small office, your eyes not missing the knowing stare Dr Wang was throwing toward you.

“When is aunty coming?” Your son said, moving his arm around as if it was a new part of his small body.

“She’ll be here in a minute.” You said, opening your office’s door and taking a seat on your office’s chair, sighing loudly. Your afternoon had been cleared by Jinyoung who needed some training with electrocardiograms and you had two appointments, at the end of the afternoon.

A knock on the door made your son jump to open it while you were reading some blood-tests results on your laptop screen. You were waiting for a sort of reaction from your son, followed by your sister’s voice but none of it came, so you raised your head from your screen.

Mark was right there.

He looked at your son, then back at you, then back at your son again, and it seemed like it was stopping him from speaking, because he said nothing.

“Can I....help you?” You asked.

“It’s the ice-cream man!” You son squealed and Mark smiled at him.

It made your heart skip a beat.

“I...I’ll come back later...I thought you wer-“

“You’re having a little reunion?” Your sister voice made you lean to get a view and her face appeared from behind Mark’s shoulder.

“Aunty!” You son squealed and she took him in her arms, whistling at his newly healed arm.

Mark looked uneasy “I’ll come back later.”

“No, no, we’ll go now. Don’t worry, right?” Your sister looked at your son and they both raised they thumbs toward Mark, who chuckled sweetly at the two.

“Call me later!” Her voice echoed in the hallway.

After a short silence, Mark closed the door behind him. He looked awfully nervous.

“I just saw Jackson. I’m sorry about what he said, I never asked him to-”

“You should have told me you were divorced. It would have made things easier.” You spoke, a bit ashamed by your previous outburst and put a hand over your face, rubbing it.

“I thought it was pretty clear. I thought you’d get it.”

“And what about the conference? I don’t understand what happened there for you to be annoyed the other day.” You asked again and he stood, in the middle of the office, speechless.

“You really don’t remember?” he was perplexed when you only nodded in response.

“Don’t drink again. The sticky note, in your room?” Mark tried and you tilted your head.

Damn it. Of course. It made sense.

It was crazy, but it made sense. Your put a hand over your mouth as realization dawned upon you and looked at him.

“Do you...understand, now?” Mark approached your office slowly.

“Oh god...I was wasted. You’re the one...I can’t believe it was you.” You said, head falling on your office in shame and ears as red as tomatoes.

“And here I was asking for justifications.” You added, putting the pieces back together.

But...wait a minute. What was Mark doing here, then?

“I thought you remembered. That’s why I...” He explained, face going as red as yours and it made you groan.

“I’m sorry...I saw your kid and made a fool of myself...” You said but Jinyoung entered, stopping when he saw the two of you talking.

“Your patient is waiting but I guess you’re busy...” he trailed off.

“Damn, I’m late. Bring him in, Jinyoung.” You said fast and got up to prepare the auscultation table.

“Now that it’s clear...” Mark said, already heading toward the exit.

“If you’re free, wait for me, I finish at 6.” You said, putting the stethoscope around your neck.

Mark’s face lightened and he smiled at you “Yes, sure. I will.”

You did your best moving around to cover your raging heart as your patient entered, and ignored Jinyoung’s teasing eyes.

You didn’t listen to your patient. You felt ashamed, but you could only think about Mark and the fact that he surely was waiting for you like you asked him to. The old man didn’t notice and kept on rambling about how his wife was making his blood pressure go high every day.

Jinyoung came to assist to the appointments, and it finished with him totally taking the patients in charge, you being too focused on your own sick heart to be of any use.

“Are you still with us?” He said and you snapped your head up, your eyes meeting an unpleased old woman.

“Yes, yes.” You glanced at the clock. 5.50....“Keep going.” You tapped your pen against the brown wood of your desk and tried to act like you were actually listening.

But you were not, and even less when the woman got out of the office. Jinyoung smirked at you as soon as the door was closed.

“What’s happening? Does it have something to do with Dr Tuan?” He asked.

You scoffed, but your stammer made you lose the tiny once of credibility you once had “No-no-not at-at-at a-a-all! I’m f-f-f-fine!”

He laughed “Sure. Anyways, I still have things to work on so I’ll stay here. Have fun!” he opened the door, and his teasing whistle didn’t even make you react.

You were too stressed to deal with him. You took off your white coat and threw it on your chair before running to the tiny mirror behind your desk.

You were not the prettiest, but this would do. A deep sigh went past your lips and you tried gathering some courage before taking your own coat and bag.

Mark was leaning against the wall and you saw him as soon as you opened the door.

“Hey.” He looked as embarrassed as you when you reached his level.

“Hey.” You answered back, avoiding his eyes. Now that this situation was cleared, it was hard to avoid any sort of awkwardness between you two.

Mark took a deep breath “Why did you want to see me...?” He looked expectant.

You bite your lips and tried smiling “Well...I mean, about what you said, you know, we....oh, well.” It didn’t make any sense. You were never able to do these type of things, even less now that you were older and a mother. You sounded like a teen in love.

Mark didn’t look any better. “Ah. Yes. How can I say that...I thought you were kind of...interested? I mean, it’s not about sex but...” He sighed. “I’m lame, sorry.”

You chuckled. Mark was even cuter with the tip of his ears as red as fresh tomatoes. “I am. I really am.” You couldn’t lie, not when Mark had been nothing but an awesome person until now.

His smile was huge “Really? Wow. Do you have some time tonight?”

You thought for a minute. Your sister was supposed to take care of your kid until you finished work. It’s not like she would mind if you asked her, and even more if it’s about Dr Tuan.

“Sure but...your kid...?”

Mark shook his head. “Jackson was supposed to take her to the amusement park after kindergarten anyways so I’m free for the evening.” He didn’t tell you he ran to Jackson during your appointments to ask him for this favour, though.

This is how you found yourself taking Mark to your place. You were too exhausted to stay out anyways, and Mark had insisted he could cook something for the both of you but that Jackson could be back at any moment with his daughter.

He wanted to be alone with you. He really wanted this.

“We should order something.” You said, eyes scanning through your empty fridge. Mark came behind you and tilted his head. “We should.” He agreed with a nod. You ran to your cupboard and took out numerous flyers. “I have pizza, Chinese, Mexican and....ah, chicken. You pick.”

“Chicken is good.” He answered before taking a seat on your sofa. Is eyes scanned your living-room and fell on the numerous toys scattered by your kid. He smiled.

“You own many luxury cars.”

You looked up from the flyer “hmm? Ah yes. My boy likes them flashy, I told you.” You teased before taking your phone to order.

Mark left some room for you on the sofa and you decided to turn on the television before silence became too much to handle. There was nothing to say, not when the only thing you shared was a drunk night full of wild sex.

“So...” Mark started, body frozen next to yours “why did you become a cardiologist? I mean, why studying the heart?” He decided it would be best to restart from the beginning. After all, he knew nothing about you.

“I don’t know. I wish I could say that the heart is the most important organ and talk about mushy stuff but in reality, I think it’s because my ex-husband is one, too.” You shrugged.

“Your ex-husband is a cardiologist?”

“Yes, he has his own office and works with a private hospital.” Your husband was a strict man with too little humour. He was serious in every circumstance, and when you used to admire him, you now resented him more than anything.

“Can I ask what happened?” Mark sounded cautious, like he didn’t want to intrude into your privacy.

“I filled the divorce papers after he cheated on me for the fourth time. I thought I could live with it, but it was hard seeing him with his secretary. I can’t blame him though. He likes glamourous and sensual women and as time passed by I became a rusty girl with too little time for makeup and a worn-out body.”

Mark eyes grew big. “What do you mean? He left you because of this?”

“He changed. Back in the days he was more of a romantic. I guess he isn’t into post-pregnancy stretchmarks” Your sarcasm didn’t go unnoticed by Mark.

“That’s bullshit. He is a bastard, that’s all.” His voice was suddenly deeper and you stopped watching the television to find him staring at you.

“If you say so...how about you?”

“Hmm..I became a cardiologist because that’s what I preferred studying in the past. I went for the easy way and when I had enough, I decided to get into the research team. I felt hopeless when I couldn’t help my patients and decided I would do my best to come up with new possibilities for everyone.”

You acquiesced, silent. Mark sounded so dedicated to his job.

“As for my daughter...I was married to a model in America. Having a kid wasn’t in our plans and she decided her career couldn’t go to waste just because of a kid. I have full custody of her now. I was offered a job in this hospital as a researcher and decided to live here. That’s pretty much all.”

The only thing you could remember was “You were married to a model...?” great, just great. He was used to be around the prettiest girls and here he was, chatting with your tired ass. From the stares he was receiving daily, it was no surprise that this man had been in a relationship with a beauty.

Mark blinked at you. “...yes? Why?” he was clueless.

“No, nothing. It’s just that I’m far from being a model. Must have been new for you when we...” Your laugh didn’t sound genuine and it disappeared as soon as Mark approached your face.

“Do I look like I care about this...?” he studied your face for a while, searching any sign of uncertainty.

“No but, I mean, you’re just, very attractive and I don’t think I’m-“

“Woah woah, wait.” Mark’s shy smile made you lean back a little. You couldn’t handle it. “Don’t think this way, I’m not better than anyone else. I’m just a boring man, honestly. I have a ton of flaws but I do know for sure that I’m attracted to you in a lot of ways.” You were both surprised by his sudden confession.

“...What?” Ok, that escalated quickly.

“I’m very, very attracted to you. I thought it was obvious. Particularly after that night.” Mark stated like it was the most natural thing for him.

“Oh, well...” it was obvious, after all. You were just too stupid to notice it.

“You don’t remember a thing, but I really wanted this.”

You tilted your head. Why did you drink so much that night?

“What...happened?”

So naturally, Mark told you about every details.

“You drank too much!” Mark stumbled a bit after his fifth glass of wine, giggling.

“You too!” You yelled back. You were both walking in the hotel’s many halls, trying to stand up on your feet while Mark was holding you, arm around your hips.

“I’m good!” he laughed and you both turned to the last hall leading to your hotel room. You were glad the two hotels were right next to each other and when you both decided the after party was going to be boring -and after way too much alcohol- Mark offered to take you back to your room. You agreed, because Mark was too attractive and you couldn’t let this awesome man go. Your drunk self was making you do things you never thought you could still do after one failed marriage and a kid.

“It’s here!” You spluttered, hands showing the door.

“The damsel has reached her castle!” It was lame, but you laughed, because alcohol made anything funny.

“Thank you, my valiant knight!” Your voice was insanely loud and way too happy. You wobbled to the door and leaned on it, hands reaching for your purse to take your key.

Mark was leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets.

“I can now find rest, thank you, my saviour!” You bowed and almost fell when the door opened, but Mark was quick to reach for you, avoiding one hell of a painful fall.

“Gotcha.” He smirked and suddenly, his face was dangerously close.

“Sorry...” Your breath smelled like alcohol and your face was a mess but to Mark’s eyes, it was mesmerising.

“I know I’m very drunk and you are too, but I really want to kiss you.” You could already feel his nose brush against your cheek.

“I’m not- I don’t do this usually.” You whispered, hands reaching for his jacket for balance.

“Me neither...” Was all he said before reaching for your mouth. The kiss was slow and sensual, just like you thought it would be. Mark’s hands had left your sides to grab your face, and his long fingers cupped your face to bring your body even closer.

He sighed into your moist lips, just before darting his tongue to deepen the kiss. It was a blissful feeling, full of affection and the taste of alcohol was intoxicating.

“Wait..” You mumbled and he released your lips with a soft sound without pushing you away.

“Hmm?” his eyes were closed.

“Let’s not regret this.” No matter how drunk you were, you didn’t want to do this just for the sake of sex. Mark looked like an interesting person who you knew nothing of, and you needed a confirmation that he wasn’t doing this just because he needed some sort of release. You knew you were going to feel like shit the day after, and you knew Mark wouldn’t be there. You felt so stupid suddenly.

Mark opened his eyes and your drunk mind felt even more hopeless in front of his dazzling features. “I’m not drunk enough for that. I want you.”

“But, tomorrow...”

“I’d still want you, If you’d want me.” He kissed you again and suddenly, you didn’t feel so lonely.

Your opened mouth and shocked face made you look like a dying fish. So this is what happened? You looked up at Mark, who was nervously glancing at you.

“I...did this.”

Mark nodded, waiting for any kind of reaction from you. “Are you okay...?”

“I made a fool of myself.” It was so embarrassing. You were drunk and acted like a clingy bitch, while jumping on the poor Mark.

The latter sighed softly “You make me feel confused so I’m just going to ask you: Do you regret this? I don’t regret it, just like I told you. I’ve been pretty much chasing you around ever since the conference and I have no idea whether you want me or not. Just like you I have a child so I’m not looking for a sex partner and I need to know if you think of me the same way I think of you.” You closed your eyes.

Maybe you have atrial fibrillation. Your heart was about to burst out of your chest and it wasn’t normal.

“I’m not used to this, Mark. Look, as much as I’d love to give in, you have to know that I’m a messy single mother. It sucks to be with me, for real.” Self-deprecation was your main talent.

Mark wasn’t having it “Enough with this. Stop thinking so little of you when I find you wonderful. You said you’d love to give in so just give in and let’s see where it takes us. I don’t want to pressure you so I’m not going to insist but just so you know, I already really like you.”

“Wait, how could you like me-”

“I just do so don’t try to find a scientific explanation.” Mark laughed and you were surprised to see he wasn’t getting annoyed by your pitiful speech. “You can’t always explain the ways of the heart.”

The bell rang and it made you jump off the sofa, leaving the poor Mark “Must be the chicken!” you yelled before he could protest. You came back with a big bag and prepared everything on the table, knowingly avoiding the topic and trying to focus on preparing the food.

Mark was looking at you, static.

“Here.” You handed him the small steamy box and he thanked you, not taking his eyes off your busy face. You didn’t say anything else and it stayed that way until you were both finished. Mark knew it was just a matter of self-confidence, so he didn’t insist, doing his best to hide his disappointed face.

The end of the evening was quiet, as quiet as dinner was and Mark didn’t try to convince you. When you were both done eating he decided not to stay and thanked you warmly for the food. He greeted you from the doorway, too scared to try anything and even though it was for the best, you secretly wanted him to be closer.

Instead, you closed the door and leaned against it, closing your eyes. You were so stupid.

The rest of the week was spent running around the hospital for appointments and replacements. One of your colleague was sick and you had a lot of things to do, including taking in charge the thirty hospitalized patients in the surgery unit.

Jinyoung was doing the same, trying to catch up between classes and surgeries, doing his best to reduce the amount of work you had.

You didn’t see Mark anymore.

Maybe he was gone? Maybe you broke his heart and he decided to go back to America? It couldn’t be it; he could have anyone and he sure was going to find someone better. You chuckled to yourself as you opened the hospital’s main hall doors, aiming for a much-needed break. You closed your eyes when the sun hit your face and sat on one of the bench. People were running around but you could only focus on silence. When did it come to this? When you were young, you knew you wanted to become a doctor. You didn’t know you’d become a heart surgeon, but one thing was sure, it was the fact that you wanted to heal people of whatever they had.

“Excuse me...?” You opened one eye when a tiny voice with a strong accent filled the air. Right next to you was a small girl with light brown hair and huge eyes, looking up at you with amusement. Her face felt kind of familiar.

“Yes?” You asked, amazed by the beauty of her features and her doll-like appearance.

“I’m lost. I just wanted to play but now I’m lost.” She didn’t look the least annoyed by the situation, mischief painted all over her tiny and cute face.

“Shall we go back inside and look for your parents?” You found yourself asking. The girl shrugged, she didn’t look like she wanted it.

“Dad is busy but uncle must be looking for me. He keeps on pinching my cheeks...” She looked disgusted, and her tiny hands reached for her face, hiding the flesh in a protective manner.

You almost melted and got up, reaching for her hand and taking it. “Come on...your name is?”

“Nicole.” The tiny girl answered and started to walk next to you, trying to remember where she came from.

“Nicole, that’s a cute name. Where is your uncle?” You walked and stopped in front of the main elevator.

“He works here! He takes care of other kids!” She beamed and jumped, proud to have such a superhero as an uncle.

“Oh, really?” You thought for a minute. The elevator came and you pressed the button leading to the only unit taking care of kids. The emergency room.

The door opened and Nicole smiled brightly. “It is where I was!!” You smiled back at her and walked deeper into the huge unit, greeting impatient people waiting.

“So, who is your uncle?” You started, looking into numerous rooms to find the person who might be the girl’s uncle.

“Uncle Jackson!” The girl announced and it made you freeze. Uncle Jackson?

“Jack-son?” You repeated, stopping to kneel in front of the girl and she smiled, grabbing your face softly to cup it “You’re so pretty.” Her smile had tiny holes in it, proof of her teeth slowly falling. You looked up at her and her eyes made you stare back at her, in shock.

How could you be so stupid?

“Nicky!” You both heard and found Dr Wang walking fast toward you two. You got up and Nicole let go of your hand to rush to him, falsely sad.

What an actress.

“I’m so sorry uncle, I just needed to go pee-pee.” She lied, hands going to her cheeks to hide them. Jackson made a cute sound and you rolled your eyes at his gullibility.

“It’s okay, don’t do this again, got it? Your dad is going to kill me!” She zipped her mouth and he did the same, both of them laughing like they were evil and Jackson got up to greet you.

“Thank you for bringing her back. She doesn’t know how to behave.” You shook your head at him and didn’t say more. It was best it-f you could escape before-

“What are you all doing here?” Mark’s voice made you close your eyes slowly, not liking where this was going.

“Nothing dad!” She giggled and Jackson became pale.

“Nothing, why would something ha-ha-happen? Right, Y/N?” Jackson looked at you and you could only frown, ready to beat him up for including you in this.

You looked at Mark who was waiting for you to speak. “Hm, we were just chatting.” You didn’t waste any more time and decided to fly away from the scene, cursing at yourself for not remembering the girl’s face.

You almost ran to the elevator and hit the button so hard you almost hurt your hand.

“Come up...hurry up, hurry...” You whispered, not turning around and ignoring everyone around you. You rushed inside when the tiny bell made a sound and pressed the first button you found a couple of times. The doors closed and you finally let go of your breath.

A hand though, made you back off in horror and Mark’s body appeared, eyes stuck on you. He walked deeper into the elevator and leaned against the wall, arms crossed.

“Thanks.” He said and you decided to avoid him at all cost. No matter what he was thanking you for, you were certainly not going to let it get to you.

“Hm.” You hummed back, avoiding his eyes.

“I saw you outside with Nicole.” He explained and it finally made sense in your head. He knew, then.

“Hm.” You looked at the little notice on the elevator’s wall like it was the most important thing in the world.

But you felt him approach you and the heat building by your side proved that he wasn’t going to let you go this easily.

“Are you ignoring me...?” His tone broke your heart but you needed to be strong. You could do it. No, you didn’t miss him, not at all.

He pressed on your shoulder and made you lean flat against the wall, your body facing him. “You are.” He concluded and you looked down, eyes focusing on the deep brown floor.

Mark sighed, hand reaching for your chin to make you look up. “You’re so stubborn.” He lifted your face and you instantly closed your eyes, avoiding him.

It made him laugh. “Come on, look at me.” His tone was different now, more velvety and luscious, which made you open your eyes to look at his dangerously close face.

“Mark...” Was the only thing you could say. He was here, looking absolutely stunning and you were rejecting him again. After all this time when you didn’t see him, you refused to admit it felt good to feel the radiant heat of his perfect body drawing you to him like a magic spell.

“Yes..?” his eyes fell on your lips and he licked his own while hand went to the elevator’s control panel and he pressed the stop button, which immobilized the tiny stall.

“I...we...I don’t..” What could you say?

Mark only chuckled, hand slowly going to your neck to grab it. “Quiet.” He ordered and pulled you against him, kissing you with such intensity that it made you lift a hand to grip his gown.

It was just like you thought it would be: soft. Mark was taking his sweet time tasting you, not minding the fact that the elevator was now blocked. You answered the kiss and it was all that mattered to him so he pressed his body against yours, tempting his luck some more and showing you how much he needed you next to him.

It had been a hard week for him. He wanted to forget about you, to forget about everything involving you but it didn’t work, not when he was seeing you everywhere at the hospital. He had to hide every time, turn around and avoid you because he knew he wouldn’t be able to ignore you but today, just as he was coming back from lunch, he saw you with his daughter, being gentle and walking hand in hand. He did try to look away but he ended up following you, eyes glued to the amazing scene of the woman he loved taking care of the girl he loved.

He was way too soft to ignore the feeling, even less when Nicole grabbed your face with a tenderness he didn’t know she could have. He knew then. He knew he couldn’t keep going like this. Mark had to do everything he could. You had to accept him, somehow.

He released your lip with a soft sucking noise and blinked at you, motionless. It was like time froze around you, and you couldn’t even hear the voices behind the closed doors, explaining the elevator was blocked.

“You were so beautiful with Nicole. I can’t, I couldn’t control it.” His breath tickled your face and made your heart flip. You chose to be silent, and preferred listening to this perfect guy who was now doing his best to win your stupid heart.

“Now stop rejecting me. I know you like me too, but you don’t have to be scared. You’re worth everything I can offer and more and you’re so pretty and kind and soft and your body is perfect and I want to be a family with you. Please.” He said fast and you took a moment to swallow his long confession, merely looking up to meet his pleading eyes and reddish lips.

“I just...” You wanted to say yes so bad. Mark was offering himself on a silver plate, vulnerable and honest yet you were hesitating.

He let out a frustrated sigh “You just what?”

“I don’t want you to be disappointed.” Here you were again, belittling yourself.

“I won’t. I really won’t. I’ll be disappointed if you reject me again, yes.”

You laughed bitterly. “You’re too much for me to handle, Mark.”

“You can do it. You’ll handle me in no time, believe me.” He whispered, already pulling you against him again to kiss you with more passion. He will succeed, he knew it.

After what felt like eternity he released you totally, taking a step away. You didn’t talk, eyes still closed and mind in total conflict. Why were you so scared to give in?

Mark had enough it seemed, because he reached for the control panel again, ready to press on the stop button again to unblock the elevator. “I get it.” He should stop insisting. He was making a fool of himself when you clearly didn’t want to be with him.

But it made you feel even more frightened. So he was giving up for real? You should feel happy because he was going to stop showing up and tempting you, but at the same time, you knew you were going to be eaten by regrets. Mark could really move on and forget about you, leaving you lonely just because you refused to accept his heart.

Your hand stopped his before he could press the button and he looked up at you, shocked.

“Okay. Okay.” You announced. Mark tilted his head.

“Okay...what?” He needed you to say it to believe it.

“I want to be a family, too.” You never felt so shy in your whole life. Mark was making you feel so vulnerable and powerless, you could only look at the floor again, lip trapped between your teeth, still moist because of the previous heated kiss.

Mark smiled brightly and made a sound that felt like music to your ears.

“Finally.” He uttered before grabbing your body and hugging you.

It was the most blissful feeling ever.

“It wasn’t me!”

“You did! You cut her hair!”

“No! NOT.ME!”

You entered the room when you heard yells and stopped in front of the kids fighting again. It was only 6 a.m, how could they be already up and spirited this early?

“What happened?” You asked, kneeling in front of the two tornados.

“He cut my doll’s hair.” Nicole’s soft whining voice made you turn around to your son angrily.

“I didn’t do it!” he whispered, his will to lie fading under your judging eyes.

“Why did you do this...?” You asked, grabbing his hand to make him stand in front of you.

“She ate the cookies.” He pointed at the empty box, forgotten on the floor and Nicole put a hand in front of her mouth.

“It was a secret!” She breathed but your son tried to make his most pitiful face, pleading for your mercy.

You grabbed the empty box “I’m pretty sure we told you two not to eat these cookies...” You took a falsely angry tone and turned to the two guilty kids.

“We’re sorry.” They said together, eyes looking down.

“So you’re even now, right? You’ll both be punished for not listening to us anyways...” You suppressed a yawn and tried hiding your smile when you saw their serious faces.

“We won’t do it again. I won’t touch her dolls again! I swear, mom!” You son sniffed loudly.

You hushed him. “No excuses. It’s barely 6a.m. Go back to sleep and we’ll see how we will punish you.” You lifted a hand toward the two beds and they ran to their own, hiding behind the covers.

You heard them whisper some it’s your fault! and rolled your eyes at them before stretching and going back to your room.

What a day to be off work.

You slid in the bedding and instantly found the heat of another body, barely dressed and pressing against you in a needy manner.

“Bickering again?” Mark’s morning voice sent a shiver down your spine as you nuzzled his chest, humming lowly.

“We have to punish them.” You announced and Mark whined.

“Again? I don’t even know how to punish them anymore...” He wrapped his arms around you and you felt his arm under your tank top, lifting it to caress the skin of your side.

“Let’s sleep for now.” You did the same, hand brushing against his abs.

You felt the muscles contract under your fingers. “If you want to sleep you should stop doing this...”

You found yourself feeling cheeky, this morning. “Oh really, why?” your hand followed the path to his navel to his boxer’s waistband.

He hissed and caught it “I mean it, Y/N.” he let out a throaty groan.

“I wanted to tease you,” You admitted “But now I’m feeling horny.” Your hand pulled on his boxers and he lost all sanity, arms going up to grab you as he almost tore your clothes away.

He went straight for your lips to kiss you. “Babe...” You pulled the underwear a bit more, hand squeezing his butt.

Mark yelped. “Oh you...What am I going to do with you...” you felt his hand between your legs and kissed him again to muffle the noises.

He was so warm and soft. You could never get enough of his gentle touches and loving words. His hand travelled up and lifted your tank-top totally, and you were about to straddle him while he-

“MOOOOOOOOOMMMM!! NICOLE KICKED ME!”

You released Mark’s mouth as your head fell down on his chest.

He simply laughed. “I’ll go.” He kissed you again and jumped out of bed, throwing a robe over his body. “Consider them punished until they turn 25.” He said before closing the door behind him and you laughed loudly.

You loved your family.

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