#why do they walk so attractive ong

[kolordemoman]

If genshin can move your character in camera mode and not detected by enemy until you exit the camera mode will be so fucking cool tbh

[aesthetic-bbyg]

hey, can i request a tom x puerto rican female reader? Kinda similar to the chola one but it's in new york instead of la🤭omgggg. It can be any era idm sjensjsj

AY, BENDITO ~ TOM K.

Tom Kaulitz x reader

In which a determined Tom won’t stop till you accept his offer to take you out.

Nattie speaks: Yayayaya!! Im excited to write this bc I literally love Puerto Ricans sm like y’all are real ones ong🙏. Keep the request coming in bc I def wanna start writing more on here!

YOU NEARLY GROANED AS you saw the boy approach, your friend, Daniela, giggled from beside you just watching in amusement. Nearly everyday, Tom Kaulitz managed to find you and ask you the same question.

“You free tonight?” His German accent so alluring yet you knew you couldn’t, and you wouldn’t. Yes, you will admit that Tom was a very attractive boy, you liked him a lot, but you also knew the type of person he was. It seemed as though every girl you talked to had at least one interaction with the Kaulitz boy that ended in sex. “Come on, just one date and it’ll be worth it.”

You glared, turning back to the line and waiting for your lime flavored piragua, choosing to ignore him. You weren’t sure why he decided that picking you as the main victim of his pestering was good idea but each day it annoyed you more. There we’re even some where you nearly gave in and excepted his offer but ultimately walked away before the words could leave your mouth. Was the piragua guy purposely taking long to shave the ice or was it just you? The mix between the heat of New York and Tom’s blabbing in your ear made the tone feel slow.

“Enough!” You snapped, turning to face the boy who was listing off reasons as to why taking you to Señor Guzman’s pizza place would be the perfect first date for the two of you. “I already told you that I’m not interested in going out with you.”

You could hear your friend snickering beside you, “Ay bendito.” She was just observing and sipping the cool cherry flavored syrup from her cup. (Poor boy)

Tom only smirked, adjusting his hat and backing away with his hands up in defense. “Okay, okay, I hear you, I will come back tomorrow.”

You sighed heavily as he walked away, “Don’t come back at all!” You yelled, but he didn’t turn around or do anything to acknowledge your words, based on his past actions you knew he would be back.

“Aquí está.” The tan man gave you the piragua in a small plastic cup, the shaved ice soaked in a lime-flavored syrup. Your demeanor immediately changed, a frustrated scowl turning into a soft grin with just one sip. You dig through your shorts, handing some bills before walking off. (Here you go)

“At this point, it’d be better to accept his date then reject it, Amiga.” Daniela spoke up, giving you a knowing look as she shoved some of the ice in her mouth, letting it melt on her tongue.

“No quiero, Dani, to give him the satisfaction of taking out another girl would be like hell to me.” You argued back, “He just doesn’t take a hint, and everyday he comes and bothers me about something.” (I don’t want to)

“If you really about it.” Daniela began making you roll your eyes. “I’m starting to think that he really likes you and isn’t just playing around to get in your pants.”

You turned to her with furrowed brows, “What do you mean, it Tom fucking Kaulitz, of course he’s gon’ something involving.”

“When’s the last time you heard of him hooking up with someone?” Daniela asked, watching a a you shrugged your shoulders. “Exactly, and don’t you think that it’s strange how Tom is constantly flirting with you, only you.”

“I think it’s very strange, and annoying, ya me tiene esta los cielos, Dani.” You huffed, stopping as you arrived in front of her apartment building. (he has me up to the sky)

“Just take a moment and think, he totally got a thing for you because he’s putting in actual effort, not just shooting out some lame pick up lines.” Your friend tossed her cup into a nearby garbage bin before climbing up the steps. “He likes you, and I know you like him.”

You processed her words as you made it back to your own home, the refreshing snack cleared up your mind from its previous annoyed state. It made you frustrated, how could it be that a player was suddenly wanting to get with you of all people. For as long as you could remember, Tom would always flirt with you, it gave you a string of hope before he ended up in another girls room that same day. If the reason why you became so cold, more brutal with your rejections then before.

Walking into the house, your auntie and mom were in the kitchen, they could already sense the annoyance radiating off you. “Nena, que tú tiene?” Your auntie questioned, raising her thinly drawn eyebrow at you. “And don’t bullshit me.” (Girl, what is wrong?)

“María!” Your mother scolded towards her sister, “Don’t be using those groserías in front of my daughter.” You walked into the kitchen, jumping onto the counter as you watched your mother cut up some chicken. (Bad words)

“You know Tom K, el aleman te la esquina?” You began, getting the attention of both of the woman. (The German from the corner)

“El que tiene un hermano emo?” You auntie asked, placing a hand on her hip. (the one that has an emo brother?)

“Titi.” You warned as she threw her hands up in defense, “Bueno, pues, he’s been asking me out for the past five months.”

Your mother let out a dramatic gasp, stopping her motions and looking at you, “Cinco meses? Y qué carajo todavía haces aquí?” (five months? And what the hell are you still doing here?)

You groaned, throwing your head back, “No salir con el, mama, he’s a player, I’ve been sayin’ no each time.” Your tía grinned, clapping your hands. (I don’t want to go out with him)

“Mira, no mas!” She squealed, shaking your shoulders proudly, “Mi nenita ya tiene todo los hombres a sus pies.” (Well, well, my little girl already had all the men at her feet)

“Ay, no titi, no quiero salir con el, qué pasa si no mas me trata como otra.” You frowned, feeling your mom place a comforting hand on your shoulder. (I don’t want to go out with him, what happens if he just treats my like any other?)

“If he does anything.” She threateningly raised the knife that she was chopping up vegetables with. “You just come to me.”

“Mhmm.” You tía hummed in agreement, “Just gimme that address and you won’t have to worry about it.” Her serious face was then replaced by a bright smile. “Pero, you should totally go out with him.” (But)

“Dani was sayin something about how he might be interested since he’s been trying to hard, and just earlier when I was getting Piragua from Señor Rodríguez he came up to me.” The two woman listened intently, “He asked me out again and I said no, and when he said he’ll come back tomorrow I said he should never.”

The woman in front of you winced, “Ay, bendito.” They said in unison, making your frown even deeper. Maybe you were too harsh. (Poor boy)

“But since he’s so adamant on me, saying yes then he probably does have some interest. Well, that’s what Dani thinks.”

“Mira, nena.” Your tía placed her tan hands on your shoulders, “Back in my day, yo traía todos los hombres, tu mama era una virgencita.” (Listen, girl. I had all the men, your mom was a virgen)

“Ey!” Your mother slapped your tias arm angrily, making your scrunch your face up. “I was just waiting to find the right hombre.” (Man)

“Pero esperaste unos mil años.” The woman turned back to you, “As I was sayin’, no matter how much a man tried to be all playa’ by sleeping around with women and shit, the thing that’s gonna touch his heart is when a woman cares. So the next time he comes up to you and ask you out, you say yes when you go on your first date, show him that you’re interested.” (But you waited some thousand years)

You sighed heavily, “I’m nervous.”

“Why? Because you’ve been crushing on him since you were a kid?” Your mother questioned, tossing all the ingredients she’d been cutting up into a boiling pot of water. You eyes widened, mouth opening to say something before shutting itself up. “No crees que no te visto, te gusta, and I know it.” (Don’t think I haven’t seen you, you like him)

You hop of the counter and head into your room, you pick up the small phone that was sitting on your bed, clicking in Daniela’s phone number. In just a few rings the girl picked up with her usual chirpy voice. “Wassup, Amiga?”

“Dani, I’m gonna say yes the next time Tom asks me out.” You spit out quickly, not wasting a second to pause in between words. It was nearly inaudible but Dani still registered every syllable instantly.

“No way!” She squealed, “No me chingas amiga!” (Don’t fuck with me, bestie!)

“I’m bein’ for real.” You smiled slightly at her excitement, fiddling with the gold necklace nervously. “The next time he comes up to me, I’ll say yes.”

“WHERE THE HELL IS HE?” You asked anxiously, eyes looking around to see if he’d magically pop up. The day had nearly reached an end, the sun beginning to lower itself into the horizon while you and Dani had walked around the area multiples times. By this time, Tom would’ve already walked up to you, gripping his baggy pants, a shit eating grin on his face, German-laced accent speaking the same words that you usually rejected, it almost became a routine.

But today you hadn’t seen him, it begun to make you nervous and ask the sun disappeared and the street lights flickered on, you sighed sadly. Never did you think you’d be so sad about not being pestered by Tom, in fact, you wished for a day like this. Now that you have it, you realize how boring the day has been, not hearing him or his corny pickup lines made it feel like a puzzle piece was missing.

“It’s okay.” Daniela rubbed a soothing hand up and down your back, “Maybe tomorrow, he could be busy with his band.”

“But he said he’d be back.” You frowned deeply, shoulders slumping, feet dragging on the pavement as you walked back home. You did the usual, dropped of Daniela first, her right hug lingering longer then usual before you walked the next few blocks to your own home. Just as you stepped on the steps that lead up to your front door a repetitive shuffle caught your attention.

“Hey, gorgeous.” Tom held flowers in one hand, the other one timidly waving at you. You’d never that you’d be so happy to see him, a smile would’ve taken over your features but you held back. Keeping a straight face as he held out the roses. “I got these..for you.”

Your eyes widened, taking the flowers and blushing. “Thank you, how’d you know these were my favorite?”

“You told me.” He smiled softly, it made your heart flutter and stomach twist into knots. “And, uh..I wanted to ask you, again, if you’d wanna go out with me?” He fiddled with the bands around his wrist, expecting the usual words of no and a slammed door in his face, but you have a warm smile instead.

“Yeah, I’m free on Friday.” You tried to hold the eye contact but his eyes practically hypnotized you, you stared down the roses, a shy smile on your lips. “I’m sorry for being mean on the past times.”

Tom chuckled, demeanor shifting from an laid back player to a timid lover boy who was stupidly excited that his crush finally said yes. “It’s okay gorgeous.”

An awkward beat of silence engulfed the air before you leaned forward, pecking his cheek and watching as the red blush creeped up onto his face. “I’ll see you Friday then.” You mumbled, hand gripping the door handle and pushing it open. You looked towards the boy one last time, “Bye Tom.”

“Bye, gorgeous.”

I hate using y/n if y’all couldn’t alr tell by the amount of pet-names I have in all my fics. 😭 I tried my best to capture the Puerto Rican culture but as someone who isn’t really familiar, I don’t really know if I did all that good. Apologies if there was some errors in some areas!! either way I enjoyed writing this fic and loved the idea!! Ik it got corny at the end but pls ignore that.

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[chuuyasheaven]

Hii! When I saw that you opened up a new event, I got so excited ong

I wanted to request fem!reader with dazai prompts 12 and 6. And can the reader be like a teasing, cocky person like dazai? Like he decides to punish her for being too cocky? Sorry if it’s too much, take your time and happy (late) Valentine’s Day love!

Prompt/Number: 6: “Brats don't get to cum, darling.” / “Let me hear your sweet moans, baby/Love.”

Summary: Dazai doesn't like being teased, so he'll fuck it into your head! <3

Warnings: Dom!Dazai, Sub!Fem!Reader, Brat taming (if you squint ig), Petnames (maybe like darling, angel, brat, slut, etc.), edging,, mentioned bondage, porn without plot, slight chocking, stuff i forgot!

Notes (from me): Consider it already done, darling! Also late Valentine's to you too!

All this because you decided to tease him.

Being tied up to prettily just for him to see.

How did this happen you may ask?

~

Today you showed up in a tight skirt, which Dazai loved.

But the problem was, well..

...you didn’t wear it for him.

“What do you think of this, Atsushi? Looks cute, right?”, Dazai observed Atsushi’s reaction to your dirty intentions.

“..Uhm- yeah, it looks good, [Name]! But isn’t it a little inappropriate for work?”, Atsushi answered your question, you giggled.

“Why, is that so? Then, Atsushi, how do you know? You must’ve looked somewhere else then.”, this made Atsushi all flustered out of embarrassment.

“N-no, it’s because- wouldn’t it be..i-i mean-”, “He’s right, [Name]. You can’t just show up to work like that? Also don’t accuse Atsushi of such behavior, will you?”, Kunikida backed up Atsushi.

Normally, Dazai would laugh, but he doesn’t.

Just as this conversation ended, Kunikida added another thing.

“Oh, and Atsushi, we need you for a mission right now.”, Atsushi responded with a confused tone in his voice.

“Wasn’t i partnered up with Ranpo?”, Ranpo pouted as he became part of the conversation.

“Yeah, Atsushi was supposed to be with me today! I can’t go alone.”, “Well, sorry Ranpo, but this is urgent.”

You saw this as a opportunity to get out of the agency, and decided to volunteer.

“I can go with you, Ranpo! I don’t have anything better to do.”, this angered Dazai even more.

~ Finally, you arrived in your shared apartment.

When you returned earlier to get your stuff in the agency, Dazai was already gone.

So you assumed seeing him at home.

But the apartment was empty.

You thought nothing of it, so you entered your bedroom ready to take off the damn skirt.

“Took you long enough to get home, Bella.”, you jumped when you heard Dazai’s voice.

“Dazai! Don’t scare me like that.”, Dazai just stared at you from the bed.

“Sorry, darling, didn’t mean to. But, i would like to address something.”

Dazai stands up, walking towards you now. For some reason it felt somewhat..unreal?

He kept walking until you had to take steps back. Dazai had yourself bump against the wall, cornering you in between him and the wall.

“Do you like attention, darling?”, you blinked a few times before answering the question.

“W-what? I mean, yeah, when it’s from you-”, Dazai looked into your eye, holding the eye contact.

“Well, i give you enough of that daily, isn’t that right?”, usually, he isn’t like this, something must’ve gotten into him.

Whatever that was, it’s so attractive.

“Y-yes, you do..”, now he was chuckling.

“Tell me, why did you come to work dressed like a attention hungry whore? Were you so desperate for not one, not two, but three other men’s attention?”, you didn’t know how to answer.

You weren’t attention hungry like Dazai meant, you just wanted to tease him back for all the time he did. Maybe..this was too much?

“No answer? This must mean you’re aware. Say, do you know how attention hungry whores get treated?”, weird, how did it get so hot suddenly?

“Oh, wait! I didn’t say it right, in other words, i assume you want me to fuck you like one.”, oh how right he was.

Suddenly you felt something against your neck, something cold..

“Is this what you want?”, Dazai questioned as he slightly put more pressure on his hand, the cold hand that was gently chocking you.

“I guess it is, i can feel you soaking up my knee, slut.”, he stated as he placed a knee against your clothed core.

Dazai smashed his lips on yours, his tongue entering yours, as you helplessly take it.

When you two parted again, Dazai gave you a command.

“Now, get onto the bed. And spread your legs while you’re at it too, yes?”, you followed his command, so you made your way towards the bed, spreading your legs slightly.

What happened, are you actually ashamed right now?

“You can open up way further, we both know that.”, Dazai kneeled down to face your cunt, he opened up your thighs further.

“There we go. Oh! You’re actually turned on by this? Such a whore, aren’t you?”, you just whimpered, making smirk.

Dazai presses a finger against your clothed clit, making you loose a moan.

Therefore he added more pressure and started rubbing it. This caused you to get wetter by each rub.

Embarrassed by this, you try to cover your mouth.

Trying to make you loose your sweet sounds, Dazai took off your already wet panties.

Blowing a little air to it, a moan slipped through your lips.

“Come on, why so shy, Bella? Let me hear your sweet moans, whore.”

Still, Dazai just received a muffled moan. Enough of it, he just gave your bare, wet pussy a lick.

Why wouldn’t you just listen? Well, this means Dazai has no other choice.

Getting up, he takes some of his bandages to tie your hands together.

After that, he just went down on you.

Eating you out like a starved man, making you loose your mind.

All this became to much-

“You’re squirming around, you must be close then, am i right?”, you just nodded.

Just when it almost happened, he cut you off, no, Dazai just cut off your orgasm.

“Brats don’t get to cum, darling. You should know this.”

Might write a part two for this! 😘

[sumeshi-t]

past or present— a haikyuu smau

[oikawa x y/n x atsumu]

a/n: next update on friday! also would like to apologize if i keep missing out people in the taglist 😩 i'll do better i'm sorry

part 18B > part 19 > part 20 | nav.

iwaizumi waves his hand once as he sees you approaching. he's already bought two tickets for both of you, and his eyes immediately dart over to the blonde setter walking not too far behind. 

iwaizumi knew who this player was, notorious for being the best, if not, one of the best setters in their generation; so he was quite taken by surprise to know that you were accompanied by him and it wasn't just some coincidence as he’d initially thought.

as you stop before your high school buddy, you wasted no time introducing the miya twin to aoba johsai's ace. 

"oooh, the one who stood ya up last time?" atsumu comments, causing a chuckle to erupt from your lips; you were amused at how sharp his memory was because even you have nearly forgotten about that. "yes, the one who stood me up." 

iwaizumi frowned slightly, cheeks a bit tinted with a nice pinkish hue. "you're really not going to stop saying that now, huh y/n?" he sighs, then he turns to atsumu, "good seeing you. you're a pro now, right?" 

in return, he smiles his usual cocky smile, before nodding once. the blonde puts a hand in his pocket, "see ya in a bit," then without averting his eyes from yours, atsumu continues, "ya better make sure y/n is in one piece when she returns to tokyo,"

at this, you hit atsumu's shoulder with a clenched fist, making sure the knuckles made contact pretty spot on. you roll your eyes when atsumu winced, rubbing himself where you hit him. he gives you your bag and as you took it in your hand, you say, "do good in the practice matches, atsu. or else coach won't be the only one pissed. byie!" 

without turning back, you practically drag iwaizumi along, despite your height difference. 

while in the train, you two felt comfort in the silence the other friend offered. however, iwaizumi couldn't stop stealing looks at you. it’s like you can hear what he was thinking.

"he's not my boyfriend, iwa. at least, not yet... maybe... i think. but you get the point." you murmured, eyes watching the passing scenery. "he's the first person after... oikawa; thought i should give dating at least, another try." you pursed your lips, trying not to look so glum.

iwaizumi was a bit relieved that you chose to open this topic instead of him. "well, as long as he's not an asshole to you 24/7... besides, you're the one who knows him better than i do, so i can't really say much."

this remark makes you smile, leaning your head onto his shoulder, which iwaizumi just lets you be. "you're still as sweet as ever, iwa. i hope you know that,"

"shut up, i mean, as long as he doesn't deliberately spike a ball straight to your face..."

his words caused you to straighten up and look at him with eyes widened. iwaizumi continued his statement where he trailed off, immediately explaining, "i happened to pass by the park after jogging in the morning, when i think i heard your voice. i was about to approach you, then your face got hit by the ball and saw you with... someone who looks like him; was just trying my luck to see if my guess was right." 

“for real, i thought you were some kind of stalker or mind reader just now, i don’t know...” you chuckle, then recount the recent memory, "atsu doesn't really hold back; he has the mind of a five year old sometimes, despite the cocky exterior. so when i taunted him..." 

"oh god, y/n, what were you thinking?"

"nothing. the thing is, i wasn't really thinking. but i moved too far forward. which i kinda admit was my fault," then you messed with iwaizumi's hair, laughing at his reaction having caught him off guard with that. "don't worry, he took care of me right after. you still should’ve said hi," 

"also... what's with the threat?" iwaizumi slightly relaxed after having eased into this conversation. 

you simply sigh, "oh come on, doesn't he kinda remind you of someone? but this one has more of asshole flowing in his blood. don't let it get to you." 

iwaizumi actually shakes his head in disappointment, "why do you keep attracting guys like them? and really, a setter too?"

you only shrug, a look that tells him ‘i don’t have a choice, do i?’ evident on your face. "it's better than not attracting anyone, i guess. tough luck maybe. but he can be sweet, rea~ally competitive too. he’s been nothing but good company," 

iwaizumi tries reading your emotions, gauging the reactions you were giving him. then, you look at him finally, "you seem worried about something, iwa. is there something you’re not telling me?"

for him, it feels like the both of you has yet to tell him anything. that’s why it feels like he has something that he’s not telling you. he’s been meaning to ask you whether oikawa was aware of what you have going on with atsumu, but decides against it. because if oikawa knew about this, he knew he’d be the first to know and all of this wouldn’t be a surprise to him.

the ace only heaved a helpless sigh, "for some reason i don't want your ex and that miya to meet. it’s gonna be such a scene, but i'll really pity you if that were to happen."

it’s a lie if you say that you’ve never thought of that at all. it’s also a lie if you say that when such a situation arises, you’d know exactly what to do. you didn’t like dwelling on it, you dreaded for that to happen. you never really mentioned either of them to the other, since it was never a topic for discussion in your chats. 

or was it because you just didn’t want to talk about it. because deep down, you were scared.

but scared of what?

somehow in the pit of your stomach, you knew iwaizumi was right. 

you also sighed, "that's a big ass headache, for sure. but i guess for that to happen... don’t you think it’s too much of a stretch?" 

you looked at iwaizumi who was texting matsukawa that you two were on the way already. when he was done, you call out his name, “hey, iwa?”

he tucks his phone in his pocket, “yeah?”

“i know this sounds crazy but... me and atsumu, this whole thing i told you? please don’t tell anyone–especially oikawa–about it. if there’s someone who’s supposed to do that, it’s me. think you can do that for me, iwa?”

there’s a lot he didn’t know, but iwaizumi was sure of one thing: oikawa tooru wasn't over you, at least, not completely. or perhaps, has no intention of getting over you. but he wasn't sure if you were really aware of that. so if you were already dating someone, it was only right to tell his friend to back off. 

but you were looking at him so intently, screaming through your eyes that you wanted him to trust you with this decision you were making.

so he does. and he reluctantly nods. 

then, he leans back and closes his eyes, remembering the text message he received from your friends, "matsukawa says hanamaki had a place reserved for dinner. we'll be heading there soon as he picks us up. so we better rest because i think it's gonna be a lo~ong night,"

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[fal-carrington]

Just The Two Of Us Pt.4

Pairing: Kamilah x Mc x Adrian

Disclaimer: The Characters are NOT mine

(Part 1) (Part2) (Part 3)

Prompt: After the last night fighting against Gaius, before his fall, he puts his plan into execution, changing the lives of Adrian, Kamilah and Mia forever. Friendships may end, a heart may be broken and a new love may arise. In the end who will win the girl's heart? 

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2 months later

Ahmanet Financial, Wednesday, 22h44pm

Mia sighed, breathing deeply a few times before entering Kamilah's building. She needed to talk to Kamilah, urgently. The two of them had not been on the same page for months... Actually, they never had been on the same page. Now more than ever, she needed for the very first time to Kamilah give in. But how could she? Kamilah only saw her as troublemaker, an irresponsible and stubborn child. Mia always thought about the day that her wife would take her seriously. There was no possible situation where Kamilah would agree to do this for her, but she needed to try.

She glanced around the large elegant hall of the building, encountering several well dressed men and women, seated in black armchairs, at the counter. The black lettering "Ahmanet Financial" intimidated her. Only 23 years old and she was the wife of the owner. Soon, the feeling that she did not belong to that place, invaded her chest. She bit her own lips impatiently, and with steady steps marched to the counter. Three men in suits were sitting typing on computers.

"Good night. Hi, I—" She tried to say, but the guy interrupted her.

"Deliveries are made in the back." The guy said without even looking at her.

Mia opened her mouth, shock and surprise took her.

"Excuse me? I'm not a deliverer,” she said, leaning against the counter.

"What do you want?" The guy asked impatiently.

"I came here to talk with Kamilah," she clarified. The guy in response let out a wry smile, as if he were mocking her. Mia frowned.

“Do you have an appointment?”

“Uh... No. I don’t need one.”

"Mrs Sayeed does not receive nobody without an appointment, in fact, she hates to receive someone who is not on her agenda. She is not available to receive anyone who wants to come and talk to her.” The guy said without looking up, typing quickly.

“This guy is serious?” Mia thought to herself. "Anyone?" Mia laughed, running a hand through her blond hair. "Do you know who I am?"

"No. And honestly, I do not care to figure it out.” The guy looked up for the first time, directly into the girl's green eyes, scanning her clothes from top to bottom, which made her uncomfortable. "Look, you're very pretty. If you want to speak to Mrs Sayeed you will have to come back another day and set the time in advance. Or if you'd prefer to give me your name, so I can put it on the list, if do not mind waiting in one of the chairs... Even though there's no chance she'll see you today.” He typed again on his keyboard, indifferent.

“Alright.” Mia smirked. "The name’s Miranda."

"Miranda..." He typed.

"... Sayeed." At the mention of the surname, the three of them looked at her. The dimpled smile grew on her face, her brow furrowed with irony.

"...And I'm Lady Gaga." Another commented, laughing, as the other three did the same, Mia rolled her eyes.

"I'm serious, you idiots." She sighed, starting to get angry. “I need to see Kamilah. And if I do not see my wife right away, I'll be happy to see your butts get fired”

"Get out before I call the security guards." The first one told her.

"Are you kidding me? Do you know who you're talking to you fucking whore?” Mia raised her voice. At the same instant, a familiar figure emerged from Kamilah's personal elevator. Karen. Her personal assistant. Karen carried her tablet in her hands, walked with the same elegance and grace as ever. A smile flashed across her face as her eyes met Mia's.

Mia's smile could not get wider when she saw Kamilah’s assistant

"You guys are all fucked up," she whispered to the three of them.

"Mrs Sayeed, what a pleasant surprise! You’re back!." She approached. Mia turned to her with a huge grin on her face, laughing inwardly at the three who froze with Karen's presence, and the words she'd let go before she even approached.

"Hi Karen, how are you?" Mia crossed her arms.

"I’m great. Mrs Sayeed did not mention that you would come today.”

"Oh, I wanted to make a surprise. I hope Kamilah is not busy.”

"She just left a meeting. She has an hour to spare. How was your trip? I hope it was good."

"It was amazing! thank you for asking, Karen. So I guess I'll see Kamilah... My wife. Anytime I want and without an appointment, because I don’t need one!” She shrugged, laughing exaggeratedly, out of the corner of her eye she could see the red color on the faces of the three of them. When Karen stepped forward, Mia took one last look back, before lifting her middle finger to them and followed her.

“I don’t understand.” Mia said after a few minutes of silence between her and Karen in the elevator.

“What?” She asked.

“Why nobody believes that Kamilah got married?”

“I believe it is because Kamilah is not very… Open.” Karen took a deep breath, contemplating to respond in a kind manner. “She just... Don’t care about getting closer to people, obviously she has more important matters to deal with.”

Mia sighed. Karen left her in Kamilah's huge, elegant office, which was empty at the moment. Mia looked around, she’s only been there three times in her entire life, it was strange to stay in that environment without Kamilah.

"Make yourself at home, Kamilah will return to her office at any moment. I'll let her know that you're here.” Karen smiled sympathetically. Mia smiled back, awkwardly.

"Karen?" Mia called her before she walked out the door.

"Yes, ma'am?" Karen stopped.

"Do you... Do you think Kamilah will be happy when she finds out I'm here?" She asked uncertainly. Karen paused for a moment, as if reflecting how to answer to that, her intense gaze slightly annoying Mia.

"I think she'll be delighted with your presence," she replied, Mia knew it was a lie, but she smiled back, anyway. Karen left.

Kamilah’s pov

"...It's not about the money, they've been our clients for years, I'm not going to lose this contract for Mannon Financial, maybe we should think of a better strategy to close this deal." Kamilah said contemptuously as she walked the halls of Ahmanet Financial with her assistant. The last winter weeks had been pleasantly quiet for the CEO, since Mia had discovered an ONG which the main project was building houses for the unfortunates, and had the idea of ​​going to do volunteer work in Colômbia, Kamilah could not support her any more, the idea of her getting rid of her wife for weeks or maybe months, it never seemed so attractive.

Months married, months of drama with Adrian and a childish rivalry between the two. She just had a lot of work to do, and getting involved with Mia was not on her mind. Now she had her penthouse and her bed only for herself and no kind of family stress.

"...Maybe we should go back with the idea of ​​end of the year gifts? Whiskey and cigars, as usual” Karen proposed.

"It's not a bad idea, they're traditional men and like every year, they'll appreciate that," Kamilah said patiently. "Let’s think about this. Well, in the meantime, send me the reports in my office, I do not want to be disturbed."

"Uh, ma'am... Maybe you should know—”

"I do not want distractions, Karen. I do not want anyone in my office today." Kamilah said opening the door, and faced the last person she hoped for and wanted to see. Mia. The CEO stopped at once, a tempestuous expression forming on her face, at first confusion, shock, and then anger, as she came across that little blonde creature with cheeks and tanned skin sitting in her leather chair and with the boots on top of her desk, playing with a pen of more than five thousand dollars between her nails done.

"I was about to tell you that your wife was waiting for you in your office a few minutes ago," Karen said quietly behind Kamilah.

"I noticed," Kamilah muttered. Mia smirked, flicking her dimples between her cheeks.

"Well, I'll give you privacy," Karen said, trying to pull away.

"You stay." Kamilah told her assistant without taking her eyes off Mia, closing the door behind her. "My wife was already leaving. Get out off my chair, Miranda."

"Ugh, I hate it when you call me like that." Mia rolled her eyes. "Is that the way you talk to your wife? Did you not missed me?"

Kamilah crossed her arms, her perfect eyebrows arching as they always did when she was angry.

"Someone is in a bad mood today," Mia snapped without moving.

"You should be in Colômbia." Kamilah pointed at her.

"I was and it was wonderful, thank you for asking." Mia stood up. "Despite your unsuccessful attempt to get rid of me, I'm back."

"I do not have the patience for your little games today, I have a lot of work to do and I'm busy, as you can see," Kamilah said angrily.

“You know what would be cool? a picture of us on the table, as most couples usually use at their desks.” Mia pointed to Kamilah's desk. Kamilah rolled her eyes in response, Mia seeing the unimpressed look that Kamilah gave to her, she continued. “Oh, come on, you know your life is boring without me” She gave a charming smile to Kamilah.

"Why can not you be a normal wife and spend the credit card I gave to you?" Kamilah touched the bridge of her nose.

"Oh, you mean the limitless credit card you gave me as a form of bribe not to disturb you? No thanks, I will not spend your money.” Mia walked around the table and sat on the edge, her fingers squeezing the wood from Kamilah's table. “... And what’s wrong with my clothes, anyway?” She looked at them.

"You dress like a hipster who's about to run away with a band." Kamilah gestured to Mia's torn black jeans. "You're the wife of a CEO, you should dress like one." Mia rolled her eyes impatiently.

"I do not see anything wrong with my style, maybe that's why your receptionists treated me like crap earlier." She said in a lower tone, Kamilah frowned.

"They did what?" Kamilah asked.

"Doesn’t matter.” She shrugged trying to hide the hurt in her eyes, which was evident to Kamilah. "You know, while I was away, I did a lot of things in Colômbia, a lot of good things for many people, I did not regret it in the last few weeks, but then I realized that you just wanted to get rid of me and I was making it so much easier for you.” Kamilah rolled her eyes impatiently. "I kept in touch with my parents since I left, they were very curious about you and why I would leave the country since I’m married for such little time."

"So that's why you're back," Kamilah concluded with a small smile forming on her lips. "To keep the facade for your parents." Mia moistened her lips, moving away from the table and approaching Kamilah in slow steps with the pen swinging in her fingers.

"They mean the world to me, I'd hate to disappoint them. They are already hurt because they were not invited to our wedding and I did not tell anyone we were getting married. I'm back because my Nana's birthday will be this weekend, and I can not lose this.” A sarcastic smile formed on Kamilah's lips. Well, she would have another free weekend from Mia before she resolved to return to the penthouse.

"Well, may god be with you on this trip. You can get the jet and go.” Kamilah smiled satisfied. Mia let out a laugh.

"I don’t know what you're saying, you're going with me." Mia folded her arms, Kamilah's smile widened on her face.

"No, absolutely not. I will not waste my time on this, I have to work."

"Seriously? Jokes on you, you are going Kamilah.” Mia leaned close enough to face her wife in the eyes.

"Is that a threat?" Kamilah frowned, her brown eyes slowly shifting to red. Mia shrugged.

"You can consider what you want, I would say... This is a warning”

"Karen?" Kamilah called to her without taking her eyes off Mia. "Follow my wife out of my office, I have a lot of work to do." Kamilah took a deep breath, trying to control the anger, her eyes returning to the usual brown.

"Karen, I'm not going anywhere. Not until Kamilah gives me her word that she will go with me to Michigan. It's the least you can do for sending me away for two months, Kamilah.” She approached Kamilah, staring at the CEO in the eyes, no matter how tall Kamilah was or how terrifying she was, Mia would not give up

"Well, my efforts does not seem to work because you're back." Kamilah approached her in response, both inches apart.

"I promised I would not make things easy for you," Mia snapped.

"You have no idea who you're dealing with." Kamilah touched the girl's chin, lifting her face with her finger, bringing her face closer to Mia's until she could look closely at the iris of her green eyes.

"I'll take my chances," Mia said in response. “Do you know what I think, Kamilah? I think you're afraid, afraid of it, afraid of us. You're afraid of being in a relationship, that's why you try to push me away, that's why you act like you don't care!”

“You’re ridiculous.” Kamilah snapped back.

"I am? because every time I approach you about your feelings, you run away. You're scared, scared of feeling something, afraid of your own feelings.”

"You're my brother's ex girlfriend, he loves you, he's in love with you, you have twenty-three years old, you're the forbidden fruit, a fetus." Kamilah said angrily.

“Yeah? That’s why you can’t keep your eyes off me?” Mia snapped watching closely the look in Kamilah’s eyes. Kamilah paused in the middle of her sentence as her brown eyes lowered to admire the girl's rosy lips, the thought of how beautiful she had become with her skin sun-tanned had taken over the mind of the CEO. They both backed away as Karen cleared her throat behind them, Kamilah shaking her head, lost for that moment... That was just the effect the girl had on her.

"You're taking my time. And I'm busy." She turned around and sat down in her leather chair. "What is this?" She pointed to the package on the table. Mia sighed and turned to face her.

"Your dinner. It’s vegetarian. I thought to bring it to you,” she said, noting the surprised look on Kamilah's face. “I will not appear alone on my grandmother's birthday, you go to Michigan with me, you are my wife and you will meet my family, we are in it together until the bitter end or you forgot? So if you want to keep your image that you value so much, you will do it, if not for me, do it for yourself. You will, and that's it." She said before leaving Kamilah behind.

"Did you see that? She acts like a teenager.” Kamilah said pointing where the girl was. "Of all the punishments that Gaius could do against me... He chose the worst," she said leaning back in her chair. Karen hid the smile, which was noticed by the CEO immediately. "Is there anything you may want to share with me, Karen?" Kamilah cocked her head to the side, looking directly into her eyes.

"Mia is... A force of nature, Kamilah. She does not think about the consequences before she does things, and she certainly knows how to let you on the edge.” Karen approached Kamilah's table. "But... She is gorgeous, those eyes really are something else. And it is obvious that you two are attracted to one another"

"This is insane." Kamilah rolled her eyes, standing and walking past Karen. "I'm not attracted to my wife."

"There's nothing wrong with admitting it." Karen rushed to catch up with her in Kamilah's private elevator.

"There's absolutely everything wrong with admitting it, my brother is in love with her and she's in love with him. It would be the greatest betrayal I could ever commit.” Kamilah admitted, as the elevator stopped in the lobby of Ahmanet Financial, she stepped forward to the balcony. Spotting the three guys there. She stopped bending to look at the three of them, laughing and chatting.

"I did not know I paid all three of you to play instead of work," she said quietly and softly, catching sight of the hairs on their necks rose.

"Mrs Sayeed!" The one at the left-hand end rose, stuttering.

"We were not expecting you."

"We were just... We were..."

"I do not give a damn what you all were doing, I just came here to say that it came to my ears that my wife was here earlier. And you all did not let her come up.” She raised her eyebrows, noticing the blood rise to the three men's heads and hearts racing.

"We did not know she was your wife!"

"Oh really? Now listen well and carefully, when my wife is here, she will be treated properly and with respect, if it gets to my ears again that any of you treated her inappropriately again, I will go after the three of you, I was clear?" Kamilah threatened, her fangs threatening to appear, but she held them back in time. The three shook their heads in affirmation. "Do you all know what? I changed my mind. You’re all fired. Immediately.” Kamilah walked away from the counter, her heels banging against the floor, Karen rushed to catch up. "Reopen the application process and tell them we're hiring and I'm open to interviews, Karen." She said before they both got into the elevator. Kamilah noticed the smile on her assistant's face. "Do not look at me like that."

"You like her." Karen smiled.

"No. I don’t.... And don’t even think about telling her that I fired them."

“What did they even say? Isn't the forbidden fruit always the best?” Karen said softly wearing a look from Kamilah.

Kamilah’s and Mia penthouse, Thursday, 23h30pm

As winter drew nearer from New York, making the nights cooler, Mia sighed in relief as the elevator doors swung open for her, after months living with Kamilah in that large apartment, she was beginning to get used. Get used to her little routine and to the house. Leaving the market bags on the kitchen counter, and the keys on the key chain, Mia took off her coat and stood to save the groceries. Shopping at the grocery store, making lunch and dinner, and handling some household chores were some of the few things she did and enjoyed doing. She smiled in satisfaction when her work was ready, deep in her mind the idea of taking a hot bath in that wonderful bathtub of her suite and Kamilah’s, invaded her mind.

Mia took off her shirt, her accessories, trousers and socks when she reached the room, she casually walked to the bathroom, but upon arriving there she came upon an unexpected sight. Kamilah. That god damn it woman. Her own demon which sent directly from her personal hell was there in the bathtub.

"OH FUCK!" Mia shouted at the sight of her. Kamilah turned her face to her, frowning. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I... I did not know you.... that you were home! Why did not you yell at me from here to tell me you were here!” Mia tried to cover her eyes.

"First, I don’t “yell” and second... This is still my house too, for what I know. Do I have to warn you every time I want to take a bath? "Kamilah asked calmly.

"A text message telling you're coming home would be cool!" Mia said taking her hand out of her eyes briefly, only to be rewarded with... That image which stolen her breath away.

There was little foam in the bathtub that hour, which told her that Kamilah had been there for some time, her absolutely gorgeous brown body was partially exposed, the other half hidden by the water, her brown hair glistening wet, fallen on her shoulders, her Egyptian gold necklace stood out on her tanned skin, besides her was a glass of wine. That perfect face, wet, stared at Mia with serenity. A goddess. When Mia realized, she was staring at her like a teenager who had just seen a porn movie for the first time. She closed her mouth and tried to avoid the CEO's hypnotizing brown eyes.

Kamilah took her eyes from those stubborn green eyes, and without noticing, scanned Mia's exposed body hidden behind that tight set of bra and black lace panties. That girl had a hell of a body. She had to admit it. Even though she was incredibly pretty with a flashy body, there was something else about that girl, the way she rolled her eyes and dared to defy Kamilah made her intrigued, interested and excited.

"Perfect legs," Kamilah thought to herself with a small smile forming on her lips. "...Well, it was you who invaded the bathroom first. So, I believe It’s your fault.” Kamilah said softly looking at that body, her brows furrowed. "Or... Maybe you just wanted to see me naked, so you made up an apology." Mia noticed the way the CEO looked at her, the burning desire in Kamilah’s eyes, she reached for a towel to hide her body behind, crashing the door and leaning against it.

"I ... if I knew you were in the bathroom, I would never!" Mia rolled her eyes in disgust, a laugh escaped from Kamilah lips. Mia stopped talking as she noticed the perfect smile on Kamilah's face. "You... You're smiling. You never smile.” She lowered her shoulders and let out a smirk full of dimples. But then she regained her consciousness and swayed. "Stop smiling like that at me." The grimace returned in her face.

"You are still here aren’t you?," Kamilah observed. “Stop acting like a teenager, we’re adults, you’re my wife, it’s normal to see each other naked.”

"I have no plans to see you naked and I will not let you see my body." Mia stared at her in horror as she squeezed the towel against her body, Kamilah laughed softly sinking into the water and closing her eyes. "So... why did you decide to go back home today?" Mia asked curiously.

"Today was a stressful day, I just wanted to relax, get home and take a bath," Kamilah said softly still with her eyes closed.

"Something happened?" Mia asked curiously, coming closer and leaning against the sink.

"Just... One more day of work," Kamilah replied, Mia kept her eyes on her, studying her features. Kamilah opened her eyes, surprising her, making her change her posture. "What?" Kamilah asked.

"Nothing." Mia shook her head, feeling her face turn red. "I don’t know... I'm just not used to seeing you at home. Are you going back to work? "

"Not today," Kamilah replied sipping her drink. At the same moment, the image of having to split the bed for the very first time, invaded Mia's head. Oh, boy.

"You drink a lot," Mia said quietly.

"...And you complain too much," Kamilah snapped. Mia opened her mouth to protest.

"True." Mia shrugged, taking an unexpected smile from Kamilah. In response, Kamilah prepared to get out of the tub, making the move, Mia turned her back to her, trying to avoid looking. "Oh, God, you're getting out of the bathtub, that's something you're doing," she stammered. Behind her, Kamilah smiled as she picked up a nearby towel and wrapped her body around it.

“For someone who don’t want to look, you seems very curious.” Mia peeked over her shoulder, being greeted by a flawless white smile.

"You... Can you rush this? You know, there are some people who want to bathe.” Mia said with her back to the sink, Kamilah came wiping her hair with a towel, facing her.

"For what I know, there are more than three bathrooms in this house, you're the only one standing here against your will." Kamilah moved closer to her, narrowing her eyes, being so close to Kamilah made her uneasy, she could feel that attraction again, the heat emanating from Kamilah's body, the CEO staring at her behind the wet strokes of her hair, somehow she become even more attractive. Kamilah placed both her hands against the sink, holding her there. Mia stared at those hot brown eyes, before she could stop them — images came into her mind, holding her in that trance, sand, a lot of sand. A marble palace erected against the sands. She saw Kamilah, how beautiful she was in her black hair with a fringe, noble egyptian clothes, that perfect smile on her face. The picture went as fast as it came. The same smile lingered on Kamilah's face, unchanged by time.

"Stop doing that, it's not working," Mia said crossly, folding her arms.

"What am I doing?" Kamilah asked staring at her lips.

"You're hitting on me. I do not know why, but if you think you're going to take advantage of me with that... If you think I'm going to fall for this, you're very much mistaken, Kamilah.” Mia said with conviction. "You think you can... You think you can come to me and smile like that... With that perfect face of yours and I’m going to fell for you?? You’re wrong." Kamilah grinned even more.

"Oh, so you think my face is perfect. I did not know you were attracted to me, Mia.” Kamilah raised her eyebrows, Mia's expression make her laugh.

"I'm not!"

"Yes, you are."

"Oh, for gods sake." Mia rolled her eyes.

"I'm not hitting on you. But if I was... " Kamilah brought her face closer to Mia's, gluing her foreheads, her lips inches from hers, Mia's breath caught stuck, her whole body tingling, that cold in her belly were back so fast. — A part of her wanted, the selfish one, no matter how much she wanted to deny and push Kamilah away, a part of her wanted to kiss her desperately, there was something about Kamilah that drew her, but a sound in her head claimed that she still loved Adrian, Adrian was the man of her life, but if he was... Why did she want to kiss Kamilah so badly? "... If I was hitting you, you couldn’t take it..." Kamilah touched her chin, lifting him up to make her look at those hypnotizing brown eyes. "You could not stand a night with me, could not bear the pleasure, the desire..." her words were mere whispers against Mia's lips. “I would make you scream my name all night long, as if I were your holy grace, your salvation...”

"Kamilah..." Mia tried to say stuttering. She wanted to, only god knew how she wanted and craved that kiss. Even being... So wrong. At that moment, the image of Adrian dissipated. Any coherent thought was eliminated from her mind. Kamilah inclined her face, directing her lips to the girl's ear.

"That's exactly why nothing's going to happen between us." Mia shivered as she heard Kamilah's lips whisper in her ear, and received a small bite in her earlobe and a kiss on her cheek.”

"Great." Mia raised her nose defiantly, daring to look into Kamilah's eyes. Kamilah stood to look into her eyes. "I'll never sleep with you. I don’t have feelings for you and you don’t have for me."

"Great." Kamilah returned with a small, confident smile. "As you wish." Kamilah walked away so fast and left her alone in the bathroom before she could even think twice.

1h30am

Later that night, Mia flipped through her book patiently, amused by the story, enough to not hear the front door open and close, giving way to Kamilah, who entered the room with warm eyes on the girl.

"I didn't know you had a preference for the right side of the bed." Kamilah said softly with a playful smile on her face. Mia looked up from the book, and almost immediately her face turned red when she saw the CEO standing by the door, wearing nothing, but a black silk nightgown that valued her beautiful body and breasts. Mia had never seen so much skin before.

“Holy fuck.” She thought to herself. “I’m screwed. That’s it.”

"It's... I... It's near the bathroom," she stammered, drawing a smile from Kamilah. "I don't have to go around the bed."

“Hmmm. I see.” Kamilah raised her brow, letting Mia's face turn even more red. Mia looked at her clothes immediately, realizing that maybe those pajama shorts were maybe too short, and after the bathroom confrontation, she didn't know if she trusted herself or Kamilah, enough to spend the night with the vampire queen.

Kamilah approached with slow steps, as if calculating her every step, going to her side of the bed and pulling the covers towards her. At that moment, Mia felt that familiar warmth emanating from Kamilah's body, how hot that was. She swallowed, trying to focus on her book, but it was almost impossible with Kamilah so close.

“What are you reading?” She felt the hairs on her body shiver at the sound of Kamilah's voice so close to her ear, Mia looked over her shoulder and met Kamilah's brown eyes in her book.

"Uh... Hum... The sky is falling." She replied stuttering.

“And why is the sky falling?” Kamilah asked.

"Well... Uh—" Mia frowned trying to make the right words out, but she was unable to form them. “I think… I don't know yet. Uh... I haven't reached that part yet, I think it's a metaphor for —” Her eyes met Kamilah's, seeing that flawless smile so close to her face, the words faded from her mind.

“For?” Kamilah whispered, smiling approaching again. Mia stepped away noticing how close they were until...

"Ouch!" She faltered as she fell off the bed. Kamilah's laugh echoed around the room, Mia tried to get up with an ugly face. "That’s it!" She stood, marching around the room and going to an armchair, taking all the pillows there and carrying them to bed.

"What on earth do you think you're doing?" Kamilah asked without understanding.

“I think it's time we set some boundaries between us, don't you think?” She said forming a wall of pillows between her and Kamilah.

"You can't be serious." Kamilah said in disbelief looking at the girl and her job in separating both.

"Believe me I am." Mia smiled, pleased to see the result of her work.

“This... is definitely the most childish thing you've ever done,” Kamilah said watching her.

"Thanks." Mia smiled, settling herself on the side of the bed.

“What if I want to push the pillows away?” Kamilah raised an eyebrow.

“You will not do that. It wouldn't be nice and it would be disrespecting your bed limits.” Mia looked over her shoulder.

"I couldn't care less about my boundaries." Kamilah said. "That's not how two married people sleep."

"We're not like everyone else, we're a different kind of couple." Mia said sleepily.

"Still, this is ridiculous and you know it." Kamilah said grumpy.

“I didn't think you were the type that enjoy cuddling, Kamilah.” Mia smiled over her shoulder. Mia propped her face against the pillows that parted both, smiling at the vampire queen. Kamilah returned her an annoyed look. "What? let's talk, share things, tell secrets.” Mia said poking her. Kamilah rolled her eyes and turned to the opposite side of the bed.

"I do not share."

"Yes, you do." Mia laughed.

"Go to sleep Miranda, or I swear to god, I'll kick you out of this bed, and this time you won't be able to climb again."

“Awn, come on!”

“You don’t know nothing about me, so let’s keep this way. It’s better for the both of us.” Kamilah said impatiently.

“Yeah, you’re right. I don’t know, but I want to. That’s why we have this weekend with my parents, I’m looking forward to it. They are going to love you.” Mia said smiling leaning over the pillows and leaving a spontaneous kiss on Kamilah's cheek. What she didn’t saw was the shocked look on Kamilah’s face at the unexpected act of love.

[visiannaroselily]

Excerpts From My Wips:

Everything and More: The Things I Love About You

Being tied to a chair in a secret Russian base is pretty bad, but being tied to a chair in a secret Russian base with your crush who you had told you hated in a moment of stress is the worst.

“Since we’re probably going to die tied to these chair, I should confess something,”

“What’s that?”

“I don’t hate yo—“

“You despise me, I know,”

“That’s not it,”

“Then what is it?”

“...ilikeyou,”

“Can’t fucking hear you dumbass,”

“I...likeyou,”

“We are in a life or death situation right now. Please, SPEAK THE FUCK UP,”

“I LIke you...I like you, more than a friend kinda like. I like you like you. I like like—“

“I got it.”

“That’s all you have to say.”

“If we live, I’ll tell you if I like you too or not.”

“Why only if we live?”

“Motivation.”

The Tragic Case of C. Yale, Scotland Yard

“It’s true your honor, I slept with him,”

“I’m not a judge.”

_____

“Conrad, can you please—“

“No,”

“Why not?”

“Why would I do anything for you.”

“IT’S YOUR JOB!”

———

“Hope your happy with yourself,”

“Undoubtly, I ruined your reputation, your party, and your sanity in one night.”

“You used to do it hourly.”

————

“...I still want you.”

“I know.”

“Come back.”

“You know I can’t.”

“Please, Connie.”

“I’m sorry,” Conrad shambled away from his ex-fiance, “I won’t hurt myself again.”

Final Tale

“I only wanted to dance with you tonight.”

____

“You have such ways with women Wolfgang.”

———

“The daring knight plunged his sword into the wicked be—“

“T-that’s the wro-ong move for that, My Prince,”

“You are aware that I’m terrible at sword combat, yes?”

———

“Fire...his blood...his blood is on fire.”

———

“I will fight for what is right, whether you are behind me or not.”

———

“Please Finn, go home.”

“Not until we win the war.”

———

“War is no place for you.”

“This is the only place that I’ve ever felt myself make a difference.”

———

“If you’re even a fraction of the man I think you to be, then I will be happy for the rest of my life.”

Joining the Family

“Stay out of this, she saw us,”

“That’s my fiance, dad, please.”

“You’re WHAT?!”

“My fiance,”

“Y-you never to-told us abo-“

“I wanted to keep it hidden because I was afraid of this, she was coming to meet the family tonight,”

“OH DEAR LORD, I’M SO SORRY!”

———

“Why did you save my life?”

“Because you seemed like someone worth saving.”

———

“Do we have to get married.”

“Yes.”

———

“Come talk to mama, dear, tell her all your woes.”

———

“Keep your head up, dove,”

“Dove?”

“Family nickname.”

———

“HOW DARE YOU ATTACK MY FAMILY,”

“I knew she was the one.”

———

“Don’t forget the head, its an insult to deliver a body without a head.”

Monsters in the Neighborhood

“You can’t eat people, and Alice you can’t lure men to there deaths.”

———

“What do you study in college?”

“Human studies.”

———

“Why is the Hellhound the only sensible one.”

———

“Maybe all that blood has made you anemic.”

“THAT DOESN’T EVEN MAKE SENSE!”

———

“Why is the house eating the neighbors dog.”

“I was hungry, give me a break.”

———

“Stop comparing me to your tween fantasies please.”

———

“You’re like super hot,”

“Thank you,”

“That’s it,”

“...You have a nice personality?”

“That’s so rude to sa—“

“What do you want from me? I’m literally not attracted to anyone!”

———

“I’m here for my fiance,” The tall Vampire royal stood at the door ominously. Sawyer closes the door as Francis hurls himself out the nearest window and dashes off into the night sky.

Escaping royal duties is easy.

———

“Eli stop asking for people’s names and fucking with them.”

“But its so easy.”

The Atrocity

“Being dumb has it’s advantages,”

“You broke a wall yesterday.”

“That wall had it coming.”

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“There is nothing more satisfying then seeing the world burn.”

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“Listen, Honeysuckle, this city isn’t gonna last much longer.”

“You’re wrong.”

“You know I’m right.”

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“There are so many things wrong with what you just said.”

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“You can spend the rest of your miserable existence in this cage.”

“I’ll find a w—“

“Good luck with that.”

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“I was happy before I met you.”

“You were naive before you met me.”

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“There is nothing more important to me than killing them.”

“You need to rethink your priorities.”

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“You promised, you promised you’d protect them. I trusted you. We all trusted you. How could you do this to us, to me. I thought—I thou—,” The sobs wracked their body violently. “I thought you loved me,” the words barely making past their bruised and bloody lips. They looked up, they wanted them to say something. To try and justify why she had done this. She had a smile on her face as she walked away.

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“You should have watched your back.”

“...I should have not trusted her.”

“That too.”

———

“You’re the reason, the reason why everything became like this. This is all your fault.”

“No it isn’t”

[yxcnghq-blog]

good fuckin yard my guys gals and non binary pals !! i’m admin c and this is my messy disaster gay problem child jooseok. below the cut you’re gonna find out a loT about his tragic ass and if you hit the like button if i haven’t already, i’ll hit you up for plotting !! i’ll give a few ideas of connections on the end of this too since i’m gonna update and redo his plot page sfngn bUT let it be known i also mun aurora, euchan and emrys so i may have also messaged you for plotting on one of those acc’s, if so don’t worry i will ensure to give you the chance to plot with all my babies !! without further ado: 

jooseok is the son of a mob family, they’re very well established in the criminal world. his parents are yeong dami and yeong joohyuk. however it is dami who actually runs the game and is the head bitch in charge shall we say, not to bring feminist agenda joo to life but as u can imagine due to this he has hella respect for women esp his mother bc of the strength he observed in her growing up. he thinks women are stronger and better at survival bc of learning through his ma and being trained by her. 

so he was raised of course in the family gang, raised in crime and never really knew any other way to live. when he reached seventeen he was initiated officially into the gang meaning his role became more full time and his responsibility became larger. he dropped out of college after his first two years there to accomodate for this and so his education wasn’t the finest but he was homeschooled for a long time before he got too old as the gang considered it and he no longer had time for it. plus he was of the belief he knew enough about how the world worked through the observation of the good and ugly alone. 

he does have a younger sister who he considers his entire world and he also has a brother of around the same age as him. the family dynamic is a little complex, he’d kill without hesitation for both his siblings despite the fact that his brother and himself often don’t agree or see eye to eye on anything, they bicker and give each other shit but they’d never turn their backs on each other. these are wanted connections i will eventually put on the list so they can be filled out also. 

he’s considered an infiltrator and a double agent as his main job titles for the gang so right now he works undercover in the police force helping the wrongly accused escape a life of jail time and prove their innocence when the justice system fails them. occasionally he’s put in charge of strategy too and he is very very respected within the gang for being the youngest and yet the most skilled who rose to his tasks very quickly for his age and became the best at what he does at an alarmingly quick rate, he’s actually pretty well known for having the reputation of being the youngest to climb the ranks and gain status like this. 

he could actually have been the boss of the gang with the amount of tasks and dirty work he takes on

HOWEVER...

jooseok has a huge secret and this is that recently he’s started attending college again and taken on night classes to study law and learn more about the police force so he can become a genuine crime detective. he is also undertaking training for the police force. 

the lifestyle and career of the police force has always been his dream and his goal but with his limited education it was never something he could achieve alongside his gang life. this is why he jumped at the chance to at least do something undercover with the police and despite playing dirty cop, use it to do something good, vigilante like if you will. 

joo can’t keep his secret forever though, his gang are getting wind of what’s going on and soon he’s going to have to go into hiding. despite the gang being his family, hits will be issued on him until he is eliminated and killed. simply put he is considered a traitor the minute he gives up gang life, and he knows far too much to simply be allowed to walk free possibly giving away all their secrets and intel. because it is a family business there are severe consequences for him turning away from what is considered his duty and responsibility.

joo = big be gay, do crime type energy. he’s abrasive and amoral but he’s also nurturing and naturally smart and talented at everything he puts his passion into. he’s resourceful and crazy adaptable and he’s equal parts a protector as much as he is a fighter. he can be broody and blunt but he can also be witty and hilarious with his dark sense of humor and somewhat messed up mind and moral code. if you’re considered close to jooseok then he’ll kill half the population of daegu easy with his own hands with no worries so long as you’re safe. 

he worked undercover in america for a year so he can speak english and went by the shortened name of jo over there but most people call him seok or ong in korea to shorten his name to a nickname. he’s fluent in his english, jooseok is well known for being a quick learner in every area if u know what i mean *side eyes*

can be a bit of a fuckboy but has a big heart deep down despite it all, just keeps it concealed because of past toxic relationships and the belief taught into him from early on that any attachment to anything you don’t owe it to, would only result in weakness and vulnerability. and you don’t want people to know you have weaknesses when you do what jooseok does. *coughs* for this reason he has had a lot of pining and unrequited love situations *coughs* 

he’s not that close with his parents, he keeps a strictly professional relationship with them mostly but his mum is his idol for her mentality and attitude to life. though he wishes he could achieve more than what she allowed for him to be a part of. wishes he could be normal. 

OTHER LIL HEADCANONS: 

joo joined the gang officially at seventeen when the initiation process took place and this was the time he met hyunjin ( @phyunjinn​ ) also known as his best friend and right hand man. they quickly became partners in the gang for everything, if joo had business to deal with especially the dangerous kind then nate would be by his side, acting as his protection for anyone who dared cross him and likewise he would give the same back. think kinda like alec and jace i guess as a good example with the whole parabatai bond aspect. they fight the best when they’re fighting together, and if one of them died, a huge piece of the other would die with them. 

at first joo actually refused to talk to nate cause he’s a lil shit and he didn’t get why it should be important but dami urged her son, pointing out they were of similar ages and being initiated at the same time and it was important to have someone he could talk to and rely on like that. so he sidled his way over eventually and pretty easily and nonplussed like made a best friend out of the other male. they grew to have a secret code of trust between them, joo learning sign language for the male to put him at ease and also ordering the rest of the gang did the same despite complaints he quickly shut that shit down arguing they needed to be able to communicate with nate in his way to ensure his safety faster if need ever be. ( but for him personally, he learnt because he wanted to be able to talk to nate in the way that comes most naturally to the male ) 

in college he’s considered a soft jock type, heart of gold but he’s very physically attractive and a bit of a heart throb and definitely considered sporty despite also being very musically driven. 

PLOT IDEAS: 

joo needs some college friends, musically talented people he can consider study buddies, he was actually almost an idol once when he nearly signed on with a company because of how musically talented he is as a producer and songwriter - typically he only writes for close friends and always ensures the lyrics feel truthful and genuine to his friend’s stories but yeah give me people he is encouraged by with that and just able to be himself with. 

friends from america potentially as well

other criminal underground kinda connections bc u know keeps business thriving to link up with other famously dangerous people and work together. 

i would so love a good cop,bad cop type thing where someone who he’s on the police force with or is also training to be in the police force with him is genuine and legit and knows he isn’t and is kinda like shunning tf outta him for it but also trying to teach him how to be better without even realizing it and sort of having their mind changed on how simple good and bad is bc actually there is kind of a grey area which joo belonged to. 

ex’s of course 

as much as i love friends who don’t know about joo’s other life, i’d also love some friends who did and were hella concerned bc like siren noises what is this boi doing he’s gonna get himself killed and does he even cAre bc he fuckin should

roomies plssss 

enemies and rivals are always welcome too maybe ppl who dislike him for turning away from the crime life and going straight or whatever rlly i also rlly like the idea of someone who sort of admired him and has a personal grudge bc he was so good at being a criminal and he made such a legacy and then he just abandoned it and they feel he wasted it or something

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Ong Seongwu - Us (Now)

Genre: Fluff

Parts: [Part 1] [Part 2]

Note: So I wrote a piece called Us (Then) for Seongwu’s birthday a few weeks ago, and here is the follow up piece called Us (Now)! I really wanted to write these as parts because I like the idea of showing how a relationship can change over time, and Seongwu’s two fancafe pictures really gave me the feeling of different times in a relationship. I hope that you all like it. It’s a subtler piece than some of my others, I think. >< 

Also I’ve been working on drafting up some of the requests and continuing to draft others, so hopefully some of those will be up soon! Please look forward to them!

Please enjoy and feel free to let me know what you think! ^^

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Chatter could be heard from all corners of the small little restaurant, where business had picked up as the night went on. Conversations were bouncing off of the low ceilings and filling the air with a plethora of different topics, entertaining both fellow patrons and the restaurant staff. Some talked about their days with their friends or family. Co-workers talked about their current projects and plans for the upcoming deadlines. Parents tried to calm down their mischievous young children whom had taken to playing with the metal utensils. A group of boisterous college boys in one of the far corners cheered loudly as they watched a pro-gaming tournament. There was noise and activity at every single table… except for one, located by the window, toward the back of the establishment.

You sat quietly at your table with Seongwu. The two of you were busy doing your own things, each of you on your phones. You didn’t say much to each other, but would acknowledge each other with short answers or a hum in recognition whenever a question was asked. To outsiders, it probably looked like that two of you were in the midst of an argument, someone having said something to the other that caused this silent battle of wits. Yet, it was quite the opposite. The two of you weren’t fighting at all.

If anyone had seen the two of you just an hour and a half before, they would have seen you both happily talking about your days. If they eavesdropped they would have heard you telling Seongwu about one of your cousins getting into grad school, about how it was a pretty big deal for the whole family. They would have heard Seongwu talking about how one of his close friends was back on the market after a terrible breakup and asking you if you knew anyone that he could set him up with. You conversation naturally died down as food arrived and now the two of you found yourselves on your phones. Seongwu was just surfing around and you were entranced by one of your mobile games. This was just how your relationship had developed. You weren’t ignoring each other. Rather, you were both just comfortable like this sometimes.

The two of you had been together for three years now, after all.

At the start of your relationship, things were definitely more exciting. It was about all of the places that the two of you went together, the sites that you saw together. It was about going out and doing things together. Vacationing to other areas or countries was a really big deal for you both. And even on a casual date night, it was about going out, maybe to a restaurant that just opened, or to an area you had never explored. It was all about experiencing exciting things with Seongwu, so the two of you made a big deal out of every little thing. This was normal early in any relationship.

Yet over time, this changed. The two of you didn’t really have the urge to go and do new and exciting things all of the time. There were more date nights at home, just resting with each other, talking about your days. And before long, you had both settled into a routine, where you’d go out on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and just for a change of pace, would alternate to the weekends depending on what events caught your eyes. Though, you were both more prone to staying indoors, just… enjoying each other’s company. You could both be doing your own thing, but just being in the same vicinity was enough. Words didn’t have to be exchanged. They weren’t important. Closeness was important now. You liked this about your relationship with Seongwu. You both didn’t have to keep operating at a high energy of eighty-five. You could have a mellow Wednesday night at an energy level of ten, and that was good after a busy day.

All this being said, it wasn’t exactly an easy path to get here. The two of you didn’t just magically transition into this comfortable stage in your relationship. There had definitely been disagreements, arguments, and oftentimes they were pretty bad. There were at least two instances where you were sure that the two of you probably would have broken up. But, with time and a lot of compromise, you managed to work through it. And that was what relationships were really about right? Learning to talk things out, to compromise, and to both love each other enough to work things out.

You appreciated where you were with Seongwu now. Just, being with him was enough.

You had been so entranced by your mobile game that you almost didn’t feel the foot gently nudging your leg. At first you thought that Seongwu was just shifting in his seat and had accidentally bumped into you, but when he did it again, you looked up, eyes making contact with the phone that Seongwu had been holding up, still obscuring his face from you. Just a couple of years ago, this type of thing would have drove you insane. You wouldn’t have liked it if Seongwu were on his phone when he was with you, wanting all of his attention. You would pout and do anything to pull his attention away from the electronic device. How things had changed…

A warm smile graced your lips and you could see him smiling around the edges of the phone, a soft clicking noise signaling to you that Seongwu had taken a picture. As with most couples, the two of you had taken on some of each other’s habits, Seongwu having completely taken on your propensity for candid photos. The last time he showed you his phone, it was flooded of candid shots of you. But yours was the same.

“Getting antsy?” you asked as you felt him gently nudge your leg again. “It has been a while since we’ve moved around…”

“Yeah, I think I need to get up and stretch my legs. Should we head out?” he suggested, getting a nod from you as you both moved to stand from the table. You gathered your things while Seongwu went to pay for your meal. Within seconds you were by his side again, making your way out of the restaurant, Seongwu taking the opportunity to slide his arm around your waist. On other days you might have played hard to get, just to have a little fun, slipping out of his hold. But, not today. You wanted to preserve the mellow mood of the night. You allowed him to pull you close as the two of you made your way down the familiar street.

“So,” he started, but you cut him off before he could continue. You knew exactly what he was going to suggest. It was Wednesday night after all.

“Bubble tea?” you said more than asked, making him smile and chuckle a little.

“My babe knows me so well. I don’t know why I bother asking anymore…” he replied, giving you a kiss on the side of you head.

“It’s our usual Wednesday night, right? It wouldn’t be the same without the bubble tea,” you said with a light giggle, Seongwu pulling you even closer to him. You didn’t say it, but the pair of you were already walking in that direction to begin with. Whether he had done it out of habit or on purpose, you couldn’t say. It could have been either with Seongwu. “Though, I’m not letting you choose my drink this time.”

Seongwu quirked his brow at you, seemingly unaware of what had happened last time. He knew full well, but he was still going to feign ignorance about it. “What, didn’t like what I got you last time?” he inquired.

You made a face up at him, hearing him chuckle in that ridiculously attractive tone that still made your heart do flips. “I don’t know if you were just throwing everything in there or if Sungwoon was messing with me, but never again,” you warned, Seongwu placing a kiss on the side of your head like he always did, letting you know that he understood.

“Okay, okay, you can get what you want,” he told you. “And for the record, it was probably Sungwoon-hyung’s fault.”

A giggle left your lips, but you didn’t comment further, wanting to forget about that horrible experience as the pair of you headed to your favorite bubble tea spot…

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“Well, well, well, if it isn’t my two favorite people! You’re both like clockwork, you know that, right?” the male behind the counter said, welcoming you both as you entered his little shop. “So, your usual orders today? Or do you, perhaps, want that special from last time?”

“Never again, Sungwoon,” you said, your tone firm, making Seongwu chuckle at your side.

“What, was it that bad? I thought it was going to be pretty good…” Sungwoon said, a small pout forming on his lips trying to stifle his laughter.

“I don’t even know what that was, but it should never be a thing again,” you warned, watching as Sungwoon finally conceded.

“Fine, fine, fine, but I expect extra tip today,” he fired back, making Seongwu scoff.

“For what?”

“For being such a good friend and making you guys such wonderful drinks. I deserve a little extra,” he reasoned.

“Not as owner you don’t.”

“And what does that mean?”

“I think Seongwu is hinting at the fact that you own the place so… you get most of the profits anyway,” you reasoned, earning you another kiss on the side of your head. It used to shock you with how open Seongwu was with his affection for you, but you had gotten used to it over time.

“I swear, what kind of friend are you, Seongwu? How could you think such a thing of me?” Sungwoon said, pretending to be hurt by his comment. “Such a cruel and heartless friend. It’s a miracle that you’re dating such a wonderful girl. Like, what do you even see in this dummy, anyway? You’re too much of an angel for him.”

You looked from Sungwoon over to your boyfriend, who looked like he was about ready to pummel his close friend for saying such things, but as soon as his eyes looked with yours, his expression softened. Seongwu always looked at you with the softest eyes. It always made you feel so warm.

Honestly, Sungwoon’s question was a hard one to answer. When you had first started dating Seongwu, you immediately made a mental list of all of the things you liked about him. It was a list that you would often rattle off to some of your friends that asked you about your boyfriend. You’d talk about how funny he was, how talkative and attentive he was, or just overall how kind he was. And though this list of things still held true after all of this time, you wouldn’t say that this list was the sole reason you stuck with Seongwu. There was more to it than that, things that you couldn’t put into words. You could never explain why just seeing him would instantly make you feel better. You couldn’t explain why, when he held you, you just felt so safe and secure. You couldn’t explain why the smallest action would often make your heart beat loudly in your chest. You just… you just loved him. You loved Seongwu in his entirety. The good and the bad.

It wasn’t about a certain trait or his physicality. It was just… Seongwu.

“I mean, I could give you that laundry list that every girl puts together when she gushes about her boyfriend… but it wouldn’t be entirely true,” you replied, watching as Seongwu’s eyes wavered slightly, as if he were saddened by your answer. “I honestly just… like Seongwu. That’s all I can say… and that’s why we’re together.” You watched Seongwu’s reaction, and you couldn’t tell if it was because you had been with him for so long, but it was almost as if you could see the relief washing over him, hearing you say something so sweet.

“Well, then Seongwu is a very lucky guy. Because, let’s be honest, any other girl would have dumped him by now… except for you. Such an angel,” Sungwoon said, pretending to whisper it to you, yet saying it loud enough to get a rolled up napkin thrown at him, courtesy of your boyfriend.

A giggle left your lips at their exchanged, and the two of you were eventually shooed away from the cash register by Sungwoon when another group of customers came in. Within only a few minutes your orders were done and you quickly paid, thanking Sungwoon as he and Seongwu shared some parting words about meeting up with some of the other guys on Sunday. As you left the bubble tea shop with drinks in hand, you couldn’t help but feel like it had gotten colder since you had arrived. Seongwu must have sensed it because he took off his jacket and gently draped it over your shoulders.

“I guess I’ll walk you home now? You have meetings tomorrow morning right? It’s getting pretty late…” he told you gently as he sipped away at his taro milk tea.

You hummed gently in agreement before sipping at your own drink. “You work tomorrow too, right?”

“I do, but I get Friday off this week since the leads will be sprint planning all day and our big milestone is tomorrow,” he explained, his free hand finding its way around your waist again. He liked having you close.

“Then… maybe you could stay over tonight?” you asked. “I did the laundry the other day, so you should have some clean clothes for the morning. I’m… I’m just not ready for you to leave my side yet…” you admitted. You used to have a hard time saying things like this, but now the words flowed naturally. It was easy though, mostly when you felt the way you did about Seongwu. You knew that he wouldn’t judge you for them.

A smile formed on his lips at your words, as if he were hoping that you would say them. “Alright. Anything for my girl…” he said gently, this time, leaning down to grace you with a kiss on the lips before the pair of you headed to your apartment…

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Connections - ZA-AU Pt. 2

Verse: Zombie Apocalypse AU

Pairing: Jurnex

Warnings: chose not to use warnings for plot reasons, sorry

Characters/Parties: N. A. Jurow, John Kennex

Word Count: 1456

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After a few minutes, she softly hit the breaks and maneuvered the ATV  through a small ally. Then she stopped and turned off the engine.

She unmounted and also helped Kennex down.

He still felt fuzzy and sore at the same time. He watched her tip over the container, now the ATV  was hidden.

“Okay let’s go,“ she turned around to him.

There was a man passing, walking slowly and as if he was leaving a club at 2am, being very drunk. As soon as he noticed the two he charged and came towards them.

“Stay behind me,” she picked up a baseball bat, that was leaning on the neighbour’s fence. Then she ran and jumped the man, shattering his skull with the bat. Careful to don’t get anything of his brain into her face.

She checked if the there were anymore and then headed back to Kennex, who was staring at her, pale, disturbed and mildly panicking.

She put the bat back at its place. And then wanted to help him over to a normal looking house. But he was frozen in place.

“You just killed a man,” he said. “Who are you? What the fuck is going on?”

“Would it help, if I told you that he was already dead when I smacked his head? I’ll explain when we are inside. It is really not safe outdoors and I can’t use my guns around the house. You have to trust me, if I wanted to kill you I would have killed you right there at the hospital. But I didn’t, because I don’t just kill people.”

A bit stubborn he started to come along with her, he wished he had a gun. Whoever this woman was, she knew how to kick some ass. He really had to be careful.

She went over to a fire escape ladder, it was half a meter off the ground and one needed some brains and strength to get up.

She went first.

“Do you think you can make it up there, without falling off?”

“I can try,” he murmured back.

“First level, you got it,” she climbed up, quickly and carefully pushed one the window next to it, and jumped inside. Then she bent out to help him in. He fell to the ground as soon as he was inside. She closed the window and locked it. Now it was dark, she had blocked the windows.

Kennex cursed, regretting to have gone with her.

She stroke her lighter and lit a tea light wich she placed inside an empty jar.

She went over to help him get back on his feet. He really was trying not not freak out.

She sensed this. “Sorry, I know it was a bit much,” she said softly, ”have a seat.”

As soon as she had helped him to sit down, she went to flip the light switch so they had propper light, maybe it would help to calm him down a bit.

Now he sat he could look around. This was a living room, a sofa, a table and an old TV, in the corner there were training weights and a punchbag.

Jurow pulled of her boots, left them at the window and took off her helmet.

“This is my place, I would like to check you over now. While I do so, I can explain what is going on and answer your questions,” she said as she secured her rifle and took off her backpack.

“Basically, people started to become sick about two weeks ago, they had been bitten by other humans. They started to run a strong fever, got sepsis and died off organ failure. After they were dead they woke up again, but now without reason, just the need to eat flesh and bite other people. You can set them on fire, chop legs off, shot them into the chest, they will keep going. You need to go for the head, destroy their brain. It spread very fast. They seem to be attracted by sounds, that why didn’t want to use a gun around my place.”

Kennex nodded, he watched her take off her gloves. Under the left one she was wearing another glove, the fabric similar to he tactical gloves she had worn on top but much thinner and they were of a beige colour.

“What’s up with that?” asked Kennex, unconsciously lifting an eyebrow.

“I really don’t want freak you out.” she carefully started to pull it off. “I’m a cyborg, I have a fake arm.”

She revealed a mechanical hand that was mostly metal.

“Don’t worry, me too. I have a fake leg,” he said with a smirk.

She thought he was kidding but then he reviled that silver line, where the mechanical part was meeting the organic part. His leg was top of the line, and on first glance it seemed like a real one.

“It needs to be charged, doesn’t it?” she asked.

He nodded.

“Do you know where to get one that doesn’t? I am not sure how long we will have power and not being able to walk would suck tremendously.”

“I keep a blade leg at home, along with gear and a few guns, could be useful if we go there.

“We will, as soon as you are better. Wait– Did you say ‘gear’?”

“Yeah. I’m a cop, a detective. I worked for homicide, mostly.”

She looked at him a bit closer, as if she was thinking. “I think, I know you. You were at the big raid  in the delta sector, and you were inside when shit hit the fan?”

“I don’t remember much, but I feel like I know you, or your voice–.”

“I’m a member of the SWAT team that was at the scene with you and the other detectives.” She pulled up the fabric of her mask, that had covered her identity at work, too prove her point. It only left the eyes to see.

“Did you lose your arm on the job?”

She nodded as she removed the mask again, her thoughts drifting off. “But not that day. Earlier, the Delta-Raid was my second day back on the job. But the same woman was responsible, a dirty bomb, my hand was practically smashed, put my CAT up here,” she gestured up to her upper arm, “you know, to stop the bleeding. It saved my life, the poison would have spread to the entire body, I would have been dead on scene.”

“You acted just right.”

“No, I didn’t. I could have helped my mates, I could have done my job. I just sat there and dissociated after I had saved my own arse.”

“What happened?”

“I was WIA, pretty badly, almost died back then. It was before I came to the US.”

“I know the struggle of PTSD,” he was not looking at Jurow anymore, but over her shoulder and at the person who had come through the door behind her. “You don’t live alone?”

“No, I live with a flatmate, Katya,” Jurow turned around. “Oh, that’s my sister, Anastasiya, she was visiting when the outbreak started.”

The woman was looking through a half opened door, she had brown hair that was braided into a ong braid, her hair was slightly messes up. She was not saying anything, just looking at the two. She seemed tired. She shrugged and left again.

“Did we wake her?” asked Kennex.

“Unlikely,” said Jurow with a brief smile. “I’ll get you food and some water.”

She smiled at him and then went downstairs. Kennex sighed and detached his leg, he had to save battery until he could go to his place.  He was not sure how much he could trust her though .

A bit later, Jurow came back, looking a bit worried. She handed him his food and water and then went to her sister. Her mood had not gotten any better when she came back outside.

“What is wrong?” asked Kennex.

“Katya is not here, she must have left when I as in hospital. Nastia said she to the backup gun, I left here for the two,” Jurow was nervous and worried. She ran both her hands through her short red hair. “She’s alone, out there, with these monsters. And she doesn’t even know how bad it is downtown.”

“If she is just a little like you, she will be fine.”

Jurow frowned. “She is nothing like me. She is brain, when I’m heart. Sure she is smart but she is not a fighter, she never fired a gun in her entire life.”

“I see, now, why you are worried,” he said between bites. He war carving, probably because of low blood sugar.

Suddenly the door was slammed open again, Anastasiya bursted out, on her face panic, she grabbed her sister’s arm and dragged her to the window, and tried to remove the cover just a bit, so they could see outside. This all happened without any word being said.

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In Terms of Fire & Ice {7}

A/N: y’all, i’m officially back from haitus two months after i said i would and i’m sorry for disappearing! i just got run over by responsibilities and life ^-^;;;;;;;;;; but please enjoy the latest installment of in terms!

Pairing: Wanna One’s Seongwoo x Reader

Genre: Angst, fuckboi!seongwoo, rich!seongwoo, enemies to lovers!au

Word Count: Roughly 2k

Parts: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7

“So, how was the date?” Nayoung asked as the two of you stood side by side in the cramped bathroom; she was leaning against the sink, watching you remove your makeup intently.

“Can you not stare a hole into my temple, please?” you retorted. Your mascara was proving to be difficult to remove. “And it wasn’t a date. It was just me paying back on a favor.”

“Y/N, the moment you came back, your hair a mess, your clothes covered in grass, and that,” she jabbed at the bruise blooming on your collarbone, “it was confirmed a date.”

“Well, we did do some,” you paused, “date-like things, but it wasn’t a date.”

“Well, what are those date-like things, Miss Y/N?”

“Yeah,” you said softly, leaning yourself closer in to him, “you can kiss me.” With those words whispered, Seongwoo closed the gap between the two of you. At first you didn’t register the kiss. It was something foreign to you. After years of no practice, you seemed to have forgotten exactly how to conduct yourself. As your brain goes into overdrive on how to react to the kiss, your body freezes.

“Nervous?” he murmured against your lips. You could feel his lips forming a smirk, brushing fleeting touches against yours.

“Shut up,” you mumbled back, ‘before I change my mind.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice, princess.” He leaned back in to capture your lips, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek. You shut your eyes tight, slowly finding yourself reciprocating. Seongwoo gently pushes you back until you feel your back hitting the mattress. You moved your hands to the back of his neck, trailing them upwards to thread into his hair. It seemed like all of your perfectly practiced self control had flung itself out the window the moment you realized exactly how long ago you last kissed someone, and it maybe also has to do with the fact the asshole that was trailing his hands down your body also happened to be a very good kisser.

Your mind was a flurry of trailing thoughts, hazy with ideas of where exactly was this night leading. His lips moved against yours languidly, breaking away every now and then, only to return to their previous motion after hearing you whine. Seongwoo was still hovering over you, but he shifts his legs, wedging one between yours. The hand that had found purchase on the curve of your neck moved its way down, fumbling with the buttons of your dress. You didn’t notice exactly what he was doing until he reached the third button and the cold suddenly hit your bare skin.

“H-hey, what are you doing?” you asked nervously, pushing yourself up. Seongwoo didn’t seem to hear you as his hands continued their ministrations. “Stop it!” you exclaimed, shoving his hands away from you. Your face started to heat up, and you quickly blinked away the tears that threatened to fall from your eyes. “Of course,” you thought, “of course this is why he asked you out.”

You began to button your dress back up with trembling hands. “If you just wanted an easy lay, you could’ve asked another girl out,” you said, surprised by the steeliness of your voice. Once your top button was refastened, you stood up, smoothed down your dress and glared at Seongwoo. “I can’t believe your actual nerve, Ong.” For a split second, you almost thought you saw fear cross his eyes, but you weren’t an idiot. This was Seongwoo you were dealing with; that guy knew exactly how to play with someone’s heart, and you thought yourself way too smart to fall for his ploy. “Take me back to the school,” you said. When you realized he was still rooted to his seat, you uttered, “Please,” your voice wavering slightly.

“Hey, Y/N,” Seongwoo finally got up, “princess, I didn’t mean to go that far.” He tried cupping your cheek, but you turned away.

“But you did go that far,” you snapped, “I’m not just something you can use as you please, jackass. I actually thought you were interested in me and wanted to go on a date, but no, you’re just after my goddamn fucking virginity!” You were raging at this point, all the angry words that jumped around your brain came tumbling out of your mouth. “Now I’m here feeling like an absolute idiot knowing I’m just another one of your trophies! I fucking hate you!” Those last four words were accentuated by you jabbing your pointer finger into his chest.

“Y/N,” he said as he grabbed your wrist, “can you just listen to me?” You tried pulling away. “Y/N, please?” You continued trying to escape from his steel grasp. “Y/N!”

“What?” you spat back, “I’m not one of your playthings, Ong. Your lies won’t work on me.”

“But I’m not going to lie to you.” You scoffed at his statement. “Y/N, listen, you know how many girls I’ve been with? A lot.”

“You’re not really helping your case.”

“No, hear me out. Look, I’ve been with a lot of girls, but none of them make me feel the way I feel about you.”

“Wow, how romantic,” you mock-swooned, “I really want you to just,” you paused before deadpanning, “ fuck off right now.”

“You know how goddamn scared you make me? I can’t act around you like I do with other girls, okay? You see right through me. And I’m sorry I went to far, but you drive me absolutely insane. All I could think about when I was kissing you was-”

“What?” you asked, “Stripping me of my virginity? Wow, I really want to punch you in the face right now.”

“No. I was thinking how, for once, I actually felt something besides lust while kissing you. I swear this is the gayest shit I have ever uttered in my entire life, and Daniel will roast me into oblivion. But,” he took a deep breath, “Y/N, I really like you, and I know you’re pissed beyond my comprehension right now, but I’m telling you the absolute truth. I am 100% head over heels attracted to you. I’m attracted to the way your brows furrow when you’re solving a problem in math. I’m attracted by how your tongue slightly sticks out when you’re organizing files at work. I’m attracted to how intimidated you make me feel, how you actually call me out on the misogynistic bullshit I accidentally end up doing or saying. I am wholeheartedly attracted to you. Just give me another chance to not fuck it up?”

“What did you say?” Nayoung asked, now that the two of you were lounging in your respective beds.

“I told him if he really liked me, he’d pull a page from every other asshat who went after me and just leave me alone,” you grumbled, shifting under your blankets.

“Even after he declared his wholehearted affection for you?”

“The guy’s a professional casanova. Of course he’d say lies like that to get me into trusting him, only to lure me into his bed and leave me the moment he gets what he wants.”

“And what exactly does he want?” she teased. You sat up to give your friend an unamused look. “What?” she asked, “You never know, he could like you.”

“Yeah right,” you snorted, “and I like him.”

Monday morning came about quickly, and Seongwoo had not messaged you since the “date” Saturday. Even though you kept yourself angry at the certain raven-haired boy, you couldn’t help but check your phone all throughout Sunday for something. Maybe it was that part of you that hoped maybe he did mean it and would try even harder to win you over. But again, it’s Ong you were thinking of. He could’ve easily found some other girl; someone easier, someone who would give him just what he wanted. Those thoughts made you scoff, angry at the thought of possibly trusting him. Yet, you found yourself with that ugly green monster making itself at home in your mind, obsessively checking his social media for any form of another female to occupy him for that one day he left you in silence. But nothing popped up. “It was as if his dick could actually control itself for a day,” you mused as you walked into the mathematics building...only to stop abruptly at the sight that laid before you.

The male underclassmen were lined up on either side of the hallway, each one holding onto a small envelope. You spied Seongwoo’s group of friends standing at the end of the hallway, beckoning for you to walk towards them. You finally regained control over your feet and began walking towards your classroom.  The underclassmen handed you their envelopes and suddenly the intercom clicked on.

“Attention, Evanson students,” Seongwoo’s voice rung out, “before Dr. Harris realizes I’m hijacking the morning announcements, I would like to say something to a very special person. Y/N L/N, I am sorry. Like, I acknowledge I’m an asshat who treated you like any other girl I usually go after when you are so much more to me than an easy lay. No offense to those girls, but like, sorry, it’s true. You mean way too much to me for me to just let you get away, so in a very extra way, I apologize, and hopefully you’ll find it in yourself to forgive me and give me another chance. Plus, I hope you open all those envelopes in secret; I’d rather not lose my manhood today. Actually, do whatever you want, just please give me another chance. And-”

His voice was cut off by a loud screech, indicating Dr. Harris had indeed realized he had hijacked the morning announcements.

“What did the envelopes say?” Nayoung asked, eyeing the stack you clutched tightly in your hands. The two of you were walking back to the dorms after eighth period, passing by the dean’s office on the way.

“I think that’s for me and him to know,” you cheekily stated, motioning your head to the dean’s office where Seongwoo now sat, probably getting the lecture of the era. Nayoung gave you a funny look before simply shrugging and making her way towards the dorms, leaving you to wait outside the dean’s office.

Fifteen minutes passed before Seongwoo emerged from the office, looking completely drained of energy. “Y-Y/N, um, hey,” he said sheepishly, “I see you got the envelopes.”

“Yeah,” you looked at the boy that stood in front of you. The usual confidence was gone. He averted your gaze, choosing to look at the linoleum floors instead. “Look, did you mean everything you said in these notes?” you inquired. He nodded slowly. “All 206 of them?” you pressed.

“You kept count?” he asked, that telltale smirk emerging. You faltered, trying to find a reason for keeping count without letting on too quickly he was forgiven.

“W-well, we didn’t do anything in econ today, so-” your lie was cut off when he enveloped you in a hug.

“God, I was so scared you’d still be upset with me,” he mumbled into your hair.

“And why would you be scared?” you asked, fully knowing why. But you needed to hear it again. You needed those words molded in his voice.

“Because I like you, and it scares me,” he said the moment he let go of you. “This is the first time I haven’t been on the receiving end,” he dryly laughed at that statement. His smile faded the longer you stayed silent. “Are you still upset?” he asked softly.

“A little,” you finally caved, “but I’m giving you another chance.” He lit up at those words. “But,” his smile died down, “it has to be on my terms. Agree?” He nodded eagerly. “Good, you’re doing all the coffee runs at internship this week. You have to walk me to all of my classes,” you paused to think of the run he’d have to do for your fourth period class, “All. And, you cannot engage physical contact with me for a week. No hugs, hand holding, nothing. But, I can engage with you. Can you handle that, Ong?” The smirk that graced his lips threw you for a loop.

“Anything for you, princess.”

“Good, if you can handle that, consider yourself forgiven.”

[this-song-thats-only-for-you]

Bias Tag

Tagged by the wonderful @prettywordsyouleft

Rules: list the groups you like, your bias, and your bias wrecker. tag 10 people

1- Vixx

Bias: Wonshik (Ravi) / Jaehwan (Ken)

Ravi is my original bias from the get go, when VIXX debut I instantly found him attractive, his voice ( im a goner for a deep rapper) He also reminded me of Baro from B1A4 (get to that later). Jaehwan though crept up and made himself knows, i mean how can you not fall in love with that man’s voice?! Pure fucking talent with a voice of a god tyvm. And his thighs and the rest of him arent too shabby either >_>

Bias Wrecker:  Sanghyuk (Hyuk)

Now do not get me started on this Manhyuk, yes MAN HYUK!! I’ve always appreciated the maknae of Vixx but it wasnt untll recently that i started to appreciate him more. Boy grew up too well, his dancing has improved so much, as has his vocal training / abilities. That boy moves too well for his own darn good, and i’m weak for thighs..

2- Got7

Bias: Jackson

Where do i even begin with Jackson Wang.. again, being a rapper i loved his tone, physically he is the type that i go for ( i like them thick, no shame here) His genuine caring nature, passion and drive to achieve his goals and the fact that he will do anything for his loved ones, even make an ass of himself. Got me sold.

Bias Wrecker: Jinyoung

Jinyoung is my original JJP bias, and i chose him as my first Got7 bias too, he is practically perfect in everyway.. sassy, namja, built like a god.. voice like one too. Do i need to say more?

3- B.A.P

Bias: Himchan

It actually took me awhile to chose a bias in B.A.P because I didnt want to admit that I liked Himchan (dont ask me why) but it was obvious why i like him. I love his deep voice when he sings/ raps. I also admire the fact that even though he doesnt want to dance so much, he always tries his hardest. He’s sassy as fuck, and such a shit stirrer, but loves those boys like family.

Bias Wrecker: Youngjae

Where do i even begin with Yoo Youngjae? Sassy fucker at its finest, noona wrecker, sings like.. I dont even know.. his smirks literally kill me, as do his thighs. Seeing them in person made me realise just how fucking beautiful B.A.P are.. I hate and love in in equal measure.

4- B1A4

Bias: Baro / Sandeul

Like i said earlier I had picked Ravi because he reminded me of Baro. I’m literally weak for a good rapper, and no one can say that Baro isnt one.. because HELLO TRIED TO WALK ANYONE!? This man is a pure goofball, and such a talent. Duelie, well.. he snuck up with his amazing vocals.. his voice is one of the few voices i die over everytime i hear it, gives me goosebumps and shivers & literally makes me cry. Also his duckbutt is glorious..the man is built in ways that are just too much for this noona.

Bias Wrecker: CNU/Dongwoo

He is seriously such a sleaze, his voice and stage presence oozes it. He honestly fucks me up with how much he wants to fuck you through the camera when he performs. He is built the way i like too.. attractive namja ugh

5- Wanna One

Bias: Ha Sungwoon / Ong Seongwoo

Before I even saw Sungwoon, I heard his voice. His voice is what attracted me first, then i laid eyes on him, and well damn. He is so so handsome and cute, I also love the fact that he is short (i’m only 5ft) His stage presence is always huge and he puts so much effort into everything, he is a perfectionist. Ong.. was another one who’s voice attracted me first (and shamelessly he was one of the only ones I could pick out straight away at first when i saw him. He is unique looking.

Bias Wrecker: Park Woojin 

This one right here is literally the worst noona killer known to mankind (atleast to me) I try my hardest not to get attached to the younger members in kpop (me being almost 32) but talent literally flows out of him, his rapping, his dancing, this kid has it all. I only see bigger and brighter things for him.

6- Day6

Bias: Wonpil

I hated him at first, I didnt understand why he got so much, and i constantly complained about hearing him sing.. BUT he got on my nerves so much that I realized I actually loved the fuck outta this cutie. Now his voice is one of my favourites and hearing it does things to me. I appreciate this man like no other.

Bias Wrecker: Brian

I refuse to call him YoungK, his name is Brian. This talented asshole... has everything, rapping, composing, singing, bassist.. UGH It is literally so hard for me because these two rival eachother like no other constantly.

7- VAV

Bias: St Van

Again he is another member that I complained about, and didnt like at first, but i knew.. I KNEW he would creep up and take the bias spot. He is honestly so precious, and i love watching him cook and just be all casual. NAMJA

Bias Wrecker: Lou

He was my original bias, and I feel bad that St Van took his spot, but he still gives me moments where i am like... DAMN BOI. cos yeah.

8- EXO

Bias: Suho

He’s not my original bias in EXO, allbeit because a friend i once had biased him and made it so i felt like i couldnt bias him, but he is definitely my main bias. This man is pure fluff, seriousness, talent, attractive and a goofball. He honestly fucks me up with just one look.

Bias wrecker: Jongdae

Need I say more? LOL.. Jongdae was my original bias, the man can sing, dance, do it all really. Smirky, charming... UGH.

9- Seventeen

Bias: Chan / DK

Again I trieddddd to not like on the young ones.. but come on now people, Chan will fuck. you. up. That boy knows how to moves, he knows we like it and enjoys making you squirm. DK, his voice, i love love loveeee his voice, and he isnt too bad to look at, he is a giant fluffball and honestly does not act his age sometimes. Bias Wrecker: LEE JIHOON

I honestly overlooked him so much, and complained about him alot, why does he get so much? he’s not that great... I WAS WRONG. THIS MAN HAS FUCKED ME OVER SO BADLY. TALENT IS EVERYWHERE. HE PUTS SO MUCH EFFORT INTO EVERYTHING. HIS THIGHS. I DONT CARE THAT HE’S SHORT. IT MAKES ME LOVE HIM MORE. COME BE SASSY WITH ME.

10- NCT

Bias: Doyoung

This sweet doughboy of a man is everything. Great vocals. Great visuals. Dances and tries so hard. He is so very pure and fluffy and cute amazing boyfriend material, but also has a temper that you dont want to fuck with. I love that he’s sassy and serious, but also a cutie. wahhhh

Bias Wrecker: Lucas

I tried my hardest not to like on this boy, but FUCK does he not look like a man??? Cos damn he is so attractive it HURTS. I’m so glad he finally made his debut, you deserve it bb. Noona loves you!

I tag @annoyingtiger888 @hopesdreamsandalatte @noona-clock @hoshees

[a-thorn-among-the-roses]

abc tag

Rules: Answer the question in a new post + tag 10 blogs you’d like to know better

I was tagged by @middle-of-a-wonshua-sandwich, thank you darling!

(A)ge: 18

(B)irthplace: Ohio, USA

(C)urrent time: 8:58pm

(D)rink you last had: Water

(E)asiest person to talk to: I’d say myself but honestly even that’s complicated sometimes...so my closest friends are really the easiest to talk to. Or my sisters.

(F)av song: Hng just one?? Hmm right now I’m really into Uma Thurman by Fall Out Boy.

(G)rossest memory: I have really bad memory in general, but an incident that I remember fairly recently is when I tried to take some “””orange flavored””” cough syrup an literally threw up because it was so gross

(H)ogwarts House: Ravenclaw

(I)n love: Uh easy question Oh Heejun is the love of my life duh

(J)ealous of people: (I’m just gonna steal your answer cuz same) Not really jealous, I sometimes envy people for certain things but it never comes to full blown jealousy.

(K)illed someone: First of all, no,

(L)ove at first sight or walk by again: Maybe I believe in instant physical “attraction,” but true love comes from really getting to know who a person is on the inside.

(M)iddle name: Gittel (it’s Yiddish)

(N)umber of siblings: Five- 3 younger sisters and 2 younger brothers.

(O)ne wish: Can I just make it to college alive?

(P)erson you last called: My dad

(Q)uestion you ask most: "Why am I like this?”

(R)eason to smile: My friends, Nature, and music

(S)ong you last sang: Oh My! by Seventeen

(T)ime you woke up: 8:25am (BY ACCIDENT...I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE UP AT 7 AGDFK)

(U)nderwear colour: Light pink

(V)acation destination: The whole world?? Can I do that?? Hmm???

(W)orst habit: (Why are we so alike?) Not doing things until the last minute

(X)-rays: (I also had my tonsils removed but I was 8 at the time so I don’t remember any x-rays but I suppose it makes sense) Just for the dentist and orthodontist

(Y)our fav food: Pizza. And french fries. And chocolate.

(Z)odiac sign: Capricorn sun, Aquarius moon

I shall tag: @seungkwanhearts, @grumpy-gay, @flywithourbeautifulredwings, @ohdelune, @eau-de-taem, @adachiyoujinjin, and @eaudestarlight! (NOTE: I am posting this to my main bc that’s where I was tagged, but for those of you who don’t recognize this url, I’m also @pink-rose-jaehyeong)

[acoupofhanishunnamon]

OngHwang Soulmate!AU (Part 2)

When it was finally the first day of filming for the Produce 101, Ong Seongwoo was nervous but excited to show the world the potential he has and also to meet other trainees as well. He knew there were gonna be already debuted idols as well through the news and although he was nervous, he was ready to make the world remember his name.

But he didn’t know why he felt all the butterflies (and probably a whole Safari) in his stomach when he met eyes with Hwang Minhyun among the crowds. He tried to brush it off as him being star struck by Hwang Minhyun’s visual because Hwang Minhyun is indeed handsome. He reminded himself that 1. he is in a competition, 2. he has a soulmate he hasn’t even met yet and 3. now it’s not the best time to fanboy over Hwang Minhyun and get distracted from his visuals.

'Why are they here? Is it because Pledis doesn't want to invest in them anymore? ,' one of the trainees infront of Seongwoo said. Seongwoo frowned, not liking that guy already but he choose not to comment because well he didn't want to bring any unnecessary attention to him, not especially when it was the first filming anyway. Seongwoo tried to remember that guy though, and thought to himself that he would never want to be in the same group with that guy.

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The first time they actually talked was when they filmed for the Nayana dance video for the re-evaluation session. Seongwoo himself did quiet well for the dance video while Minhyun messed up the dance moves.

‘More like he didn’t bother to try,’ Seongwoo corrected his own thoughts because he was monitoring when Minhyun was filming. He knew Minhyun was capable of more than that, being in the entertainment industry for years and all. He knew Minhyun was feeling intimidated by the new changes although Minhyun has been putting up a front and made everyone think he didn’t give any fuck about being in this competition. ( ‘rebelling the company? ,’ Seongwoo guessed).

When they were told to leave the room so that another batch of trainees could film, Seongwoo touched Minhyun’s shoulder to catch his attention.

‘Hey, do you wanna practise together for the M countdown stage?’

Seongwoo half expected Minhyun to say no and walked over to Nuest members instead so he wasn’t prepared when Minhyun stared at him and slowly asked, ‘You are Ong Seongwoo, right?’

‘You know my name?’

‘Well, it’s not easy to find someone with a surname like you. ‘ Minhyun smiled and Ong Seongwoo almost forgot what he was actually supposed to say.

‘So, you want to practise with me? I mean I know you prefer to practise with your group members but since we are same age and all, I was just wondering if you would like to?’

Hwang Minhyun stares at him for a few seconds and then he finally said, ‘Since you nailed the moves, sure why not?’

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What Seongwoo didn't know at that time though was that Minhyun had been keeping an eye on Seongwoo since the day-1 as well. Minhyun remembered rows of judging eyes when they first stepped into the studio. He had expected it so it was not surprising to him. What he didn't expect was a pair of eyes looking at him with just sheer curiousity, something similar to the normal reaction he usually got from his fans and that surprised him.

When it was that person's turn to perform, Minhyun told himself to remember Ong Seongwoo because if he wants to remain sane in this competition, he would need someone to trust outside of his groupmates. And it was actually a bonus that this Ong Seongwoo guy is talented as well.

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Minhyun was releived when Daehwi called out his name to be the next person to pick the team. He quickly scanned the room and tried to come up with a game plan.

First choice? Easy, it's Jonghyun.

Second, Kim Jaehwan. He liked that individual trainee with really nice vocals so he even called him out to the team first.

Then he picked Kang Daniel because he is from A class and also his pink hair definitely attracted attention.

Fourth, he needed some trainees with good physique and stan attractors quality for votes, so he picked Kwon Hyunbin from YG Kplus.

As he was thinking for the last member, that same pair of eyes from the day-1 caught his eyes and he knew his team was set.

'Ong Seongwoo from Fantagio'

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Seongwoo couldn't sleep. Tomorrow will be the finale of the show and the excitements, nervousness and expectations came rushing to his mind all at once. The dorm sounded so quiet with only 20 of them left and he could hear others tossing and turning on their beds as well.

'Can't sleep?,' came a voice he knew too well and Seongwoo replied, 'Yeah, guess you cannot sleep too, Minhyun ah?'

'I am nervous. What if we don't make it to the final line up tomorrow?'

Seongwoo sat up on his bed and tried to catch Minhyun's eyes in the dark.

'We will, don't worry. The public likes you, Minhyun.' he assured Minhyun.

'I wish I am as confident as you, Ong Seongwoo.' Minhyun looked up from where he was lying and smiled at Seongwoo.

Seongwoo wanted to tell Minhyun that his smiles remind him of the flowers blooming after the last snow of winter melted and that it would be a great loss to the future fans of the final group if they didn't get to see this smile often.

Instead Seongwoo just said, 'That's what I am here for, isn't it?'

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'No.14, Pledis' Kim Jonghyun'

Minhyun couldn't believe it. A few minutes ago, he was so happy that he finally made it into the final line up and that he was debuting again. He was hoping that either Jonghyun or Dongho would come up to the seats and joined him because he knew the possibility of all 4 of them making into the group was highly unlikely. He was even more happy when Seongwoo came up and hugged him while shouting 'WE ARE DEBUTING!!'

But, Jonghyun? 14th place? Minhyun felt like everything around him stopped and it was as if his world came crushing down at that moment. They were supposed to debut together, everything was in their favor till the last ranking. How is he supposed to debut with another team while his members were not with him? Minhyun couldn't think and started to break down into tears. He felt hopeless despite that being in the final line up was what he wanted. He couldn't stop crying even the main cameras turned off and they moved to the backstage.

Everyone around him were telling him that it's okay but he couldn't bring himself to believe in those words.

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TBC

[daehwifi]

EX’S AND OH’S  | ONG SEONGWOO

‘- admin xion 

genre: fluff/angst  member: ong seongwoo word count: 1, 532 requested: no side notes: wOOOO // yes- inspired off of the song // i feel like this is messy but okay-

prompt: due to an argument, seongwoo and you haven’t been on good terms. you both avoided each other in the halls, and you even attempted to move on. but seongwoo is a pro at tic tac toe. 

  SEONGWOO - X  Y/N - O

 tapping your pencil against your desk, you glanced around the classroom. you had your basic couples that were sitting together, shyly laughing away or the people that weren’t even trying to finish the assignment your teacher had given before leaving the class for a bit. 

 with the amount of freedom in your hands, you scavenged through your bag to find your phone. pulling it out, you turned it on and went through your texts. no reply back from the contact named ‘ong ♡’. also known as your best friend for three years, boyfriend for two years, and your unofficial ex for one year. 

 it was right when the new school year begun too and you stopped seeing his presences. he transferred classes, in which lead to you barely seeing him anymore. you missed his stupid laugh and you hated how you missed all those things but let’s face it- those types of things were unbearable to miss by any human being. 

 it’s been exactly a year since he switched classes. you questioned if he even cared about the relationship between you two. though you could feel a draft of tears coming over you, your eyes felt perfectly desert dry. you cried enough already and you knew it was time to move on. he probably did anyways if he couldn’t even bother to text back. 

 ‘idiot. if you’re not gonna even try to see my face again at least tell me we’re over and that we could still be friends’ you texted before throwing it back into your bag that hung from your seat. ending on good term’s isn’t be a bad thing, right? 

 the next day rolled around and although you claimed you moved on, you found yourself still looking at your phone and his contact. no reply, no ‘read’, nothing. rolling your eyes, you shot out of bed and got dressed for school. 

 “maybe it is about time i moved on,” you mumble to yourself. school was filled with a bunch of boys you had your eyes on ever since the disappearance of ong seongwoo. there was a mixed feeling of guilt but dominance at the same time of having an attraction towards other men besides him. of course- you’d ignore the memories of his smile and his looks that’d pop up simultaneously. 

 from reading books about moving on to changing your wallpaper to something else, you claimed you ready to move on from this unofficial breakup. deleting this contact was always that one thing you’d cross off though, since you still wanted to keep that friendship with him. easy, right? 

  school carried on like usual. it was still the beginning of the school year so there were a few new faces around the halls that you couldn’t point of the names of on the spot. there was your average, introduce yourself! or hi! what’s your name? and they’d usually ask that with a bright smile.

 you’d remember seongwoo’s introduction every time someone would introduced themselves to you. he threw your pencil case at your face and apologized because it actually hit your face. him saying his name wasn’t any better.

 “i’m seongwoo but you can call me seongwooshingintoyourlane,” he spoke with a wink at the end. and although you hated cheesy lines, you found yourself laughing to this one. and that was your first impression of seongwoo. you weren’t sure if the whole pencil case incident was by accident or he purposely did it, but you were silently thankful for that situation to happen. 

 “aHHH FUCK HIM” you blurt to yourself, midway walking home. your sudden announcement made the birds in the trees fly as you gripped onto the straps of your bag, storming home. slamming the door behind you, you pulled out your phone and deleted his contact with no hesitations. 

 “if he can’t even text me back, what’s the point of having his contact anyways?” you mumbled bitterly to yourself. does he even consider me as a friend now? 

 a few days past and you’ve never felt better than before. you claimed it was ‘good luck’ from deleting seongwoo’s contact from your phone and even had some unnecessary analogy to it. 

 “well, since i carry my phone everywhere with me and my phone has seongwoo’s contact stored, i was practically dragging bad luck with me everywhere so...” you’d say to yourself to cheer you up. 

 you claimed you didn’t miss him and didn’t need him in your life anymore. you were pretty sure you weren’t even existing in seongwoo’s life anymore so why should you be so sulked up over him? 

 the class was silent; you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, disturbing the silence to your ears only. the air felt odd. no one was ever silent when the teacher took a step out of the classroom. but you were so sure everyone was thinking the same thing. ‘if i speak up, i’d disturb the silence,’ echoed in your head. 

 the door opened whilst the sound of the teacher’s high heels tapped against the ground. the stern look on her face made you shiver a bit. 

 “please welcome our a former classmate. he’ll be sitting beside [insert random name] from now on,” you teacher spoke. you fringed your forehead and looked at the empty seat. 2 seats away and 1 seat down. your head turned from heading the former student enter. your stomach twisted and turned and you weren’t sure if it was in a positive way or not. 

 his name was brought up through whispers and hit your eardrums lightly. your recreated memories of him were being brought of life. that small smirk, the way his eyes would trail from the floor and to the eyes of whoever he was looking at. in this case, it was too the whole class but you felt like he was staring directly at you. then again, it could be the inner desperation inside of you talking. 

 “i’m-”

 “ONG SEONGWOO! YOU’RE BACK!” one of his mutual friends blurt, disturbing the perfect quiet air. in the blink of an eye, a whole group of students, got out of their seats to great the lost child. they’d mess up his hair and shove him around lightly; a friendly gesture. that smiled of his remained, even when his eyes locked with yours. 

 the crowd noticed the eye contact. seongwoo placed two fingers to his forehead and gave a slight salute to you. we’re still friends. it’s okay to say hi back you convinced while repeating the same action with a small derpy smile. are we even still friends? 

 when the bell rung, everyone ran out of the classroom. there’d be whispers here and there saying how you two had a lot of catching up to do. in which was true. 

 he leaned against the podium, folding his arms. his bag was on a seat to the side and you were now standing, with your hands shoved inside your pockets. from time to time, you’d lean back and fourth on your heels out of natural habit since it felt a bit awkward. 

 “why are you here?” you asked bitterly. seongwoo rolled his eyes and shoved his hands into his pocket.

 “this is ridiculous. we haven’t talked in a year simply over a stupid argument,” he scoffed like it meant nothing to him. 

 “you’re the one not replying to my fucking texts!” you blurt without acknowledging how loud your voice was being projected right now. 

 “and you’re the one that never bothered to read all of my sorry’s and sorrows because you blocked me on all other social media!” he yelled back loosing his patience. you could feel goosebumps trail up your skin. your heart was being dragged once again. 

 “so are you saying we’re not over?” you mumbled 

 “who said we even were?” 

 “us not talking for a goddamn year,” 

 “exactly. i felt like i was dying for a whole entire goddamn year,” he provoked

 “you even changed classes” you attempt to reclaim

 “i changed classes because my goddamn parent’s would allow me to be in the same class as my girlfriend because my grades were low enough. being away from you lowered them even more for fuck sakes,” he avowed. 

 “well- i don’t care anymore,” you announced. seongwoo smirked and chuckled slightly. he clicked his tongue to the top of his mouth and rose an eyebrow. a faint “oh really?” came from his mouth. at this point, you weren’t even paying attention to the words you were saying.

 “it’s been a year since we’ve talked, a year since we’ve even breathed near each other and a-”

 “what are you trying to get across here?” he interrupts.

 “seongwoo, i moved on. i’m finding other guys attractive besides you and i don’t need you-“ 

 he rolled his eyes before marching towards you. without any hesitations, he cupped both of your cheeks and placed his soft lips against yours simultaneously. eyes widening, you could feel your cheeks growing red just as he released, panting a bit for air. placing his forehead against yours, he had a mischievous smirk across his face that appeared.

 “you sure about that?” he protested

[pinksausageduo]

ong seongwoo|the heirs

member: ong seongwoo genre: fluff warnings: steamy scenes (no smut) summary: heirs au! you went to seongwoo’s club for a distraction you got so much more than that. you got ong seongwoo. it started off with a flirty exchange but where will that lead to? heirs series: hwang minhyun | kang daniel | park woojin | yoon jisung | ong seongwoo | park jihoon

you were the definition of a perfect prim proper rich heiress 

polite, impeccable manners and always followed the rules 

not a hair out of place, aristocratic features, ridiculously expensive clothes

which were on the conservative side of course 

but why in the hell were you attracted to the complete opposite of yourself

ong seongwoo 

he was the only one that made you fuming mad or made you feel all weird and soft inside 

he was one of the heirs, 11 extremely wealthy, powerful, handsome guys who were the best in their respective fields

the kings of the school

you didn’t fangirl over them like many girls would but seongwoo would always catch your eyes

seongwoo did whatever he want whenever he wanted

his dad owned a luxury expensive car brand (think like ferrari, benz)

and his mum was a retired super model 

seongwoo not only going to end up taking over his father’s company 

had many famous clubs all around the world, well known for celebrities to stop by

and also did some occasional modelling 

he was utterly gorgeous, funny, loud, cocky, a trouble maker, a party animal and definitely a bit of a flirt

not a fuckboy though 

he was infuriating 

though you never did anything 

your reasoning was that it would never work 

you two were the complete opposites 

but a small voice in your head kept on saying

don’t opposites attract

but both of you pretended like nothing ever happened between you and that was that 

until tonight 

you needed a distraction

desperately 

you overhead your closest best friends talking about how they were going to ruin your reputation with false rumours

just because they were spiteful of how they always get compared with you 

they were bitching behind your back, blackmailing people to say shit about you, etc

you felt like utter shit and you needed a distraction

your tears stopped eventually and once you left the house 

you weirdly found yourself in front of one of seongwoo’s club

there was a huge line and there were at least 50 people queuing 

and for some weird reason you went to the vip section hoping that seongwoo put you on the list 

the bouncer instantly recognised you and said 

“welcome miss y/l/n we’ll alert of your arrival to mr ong” he said 

“excuse me???” you asked completely shocked

“we were to alert your arrival to mr ong if you ever came” he asked calmly

you had absolutely no idea that seongwoo notified all his clubs that if you ever come to notify him 

when the other heirs asked him why 

he’d blush and tell them to mind their own damned business

making all the guys smirk

you didn’t know whether to be flattered or worried 

but you still entered the club anyway

and you felt instantly out of place

you wore your classic going out look

a classic stylish black dress, a string of pearls and your prada handbag 

but most girls you saw were wearing skin tight barely covering dresses? if you could even call them dresses

though you had an outfit underneath which would be more revealing if you felt like dancing

suddenly you heard a very familiar voice saying “y/n what a surprise”  

you instantly turn around and you see ong seongwoo looking more handsome than ever with an amused smirk 

“seongwoo” you barely acknowledge heading straight for the bar

just as you thought you’d escape him

you felt seongwoo grab your wrist and bring you only centimetres from his face

your breath hitches and you’re sure you squeaked 

seongwoo still had the infuriating but very attractive smirk on his face 

“not so fast sweetheart” he whispers in your ear causing chills to go down your spine

“tell me why the supposed proper prim heiress is here at one my clubs” he says amused 

you glare at him trying to ignore your butterflies “a distraction” you curtly say

he raises one eyebrow and then with a devilish smile he says “then at least let me buy you a drink” 

you don’t say anything and walk to the bar 

the bartender immediately tends to you and asks what you’d like to drink

“the best whiskey you’ve got” you say 

he then hands you a glass of golden amber liquid

making seongwoo chuckle and says to you “only you y/n would want to drink whiskey at a bloody club”

you smirk and put the glass to the air like a toast and take a sip

this wasn’t like you at all but you didn’t care for once in your life 

you wanted to let lose

not to be confided into the image and person everyone set you up to be 

“well would you want me to be like this?” you say jokingly as you put on a seductive pout and bring yourself closer to seongwoo 

then you tell the bartender in a sultry voice “one sex on the beach please” then you wink at seongwoo to finish it off 

seongwoo gives out a weak chuckle knowing it was a joke but can’t help but stare at your lips 

and be ridiculously attracted to you 

more than the usual

you totally didn’t realise since you were trying to hide your flaming cheeks 

“if you really want to be like that you’ll have to go up there and prove it” seongwoo says lightly totally believing you won’t while pointing at the very clear stage in the middle of club

“is that a challenge?” you say with an arched eyebrow 

“like you’d ever do it” seongwoo retorts scoffing

“watch me” you say with confidence not knowing whether it was the emotional distress about your friends or just 

seongwoo 

or for the fact it was your first time to ever do anything like this

without even thinking you unzip your dress making seongwoo’s eyes widen and chin drop

you were wearing a red tank top and black shorts underneath your dress 

after you place your dress on the stool you turn to seongwoo

seongwoo mouth was still wide open

you take off your pearls and with a smirk on your face you gently lift his chin up to stop his gaping at you 

which made him blush bright red making your heart flutter 

you put your pearl necklace in one of his hand

with a smirk you say to him

“hold my pearls” 

im in love with that line  

and seongwoo just can’t help but smile at you

making your heart beat crazily

then you confidently walk to the stage 

the dj asks people to clear the stage on orders from the “boss”

you take a gulp as you see the huge stage all for you

pushing back your nervousness you get onto the stage

then the music started and you lost yourself to it 

while you were dancing you didn’t care about your reputation, how you looked or how you were supposed to behave 

it was you and the music and you thinking how grateful for the dance lessons your received 

you body rolled, moved your hips, and your ass was moving itself all over the stage 

you could hear cheers from the audience 

with a perfect view of you seongwoo was at the bar

he was completely shocked at how you were dancing 

and his attraction towards to you sky rocketed

he always liked you basically since middle school but he never thought you guys would ever be a thing 

you were too different

but maybe not he thought as he saw you body rolling to rhythm 

you just needed a little push to be yourself 

without knowing he put your pearls in your pocket 

and then walked up to the stage 

“turn on track 77″ he told the dj as he went up on the stage

you jump a little as you felt two strong hands on your hips

“let’s dance” seongwoo says huskily making you get goosebumps

then a gorgeous spanish salsa sort of club song came on 

seongwoo started twirling you around expertly and you just followed his lead

then you body rolled in sync and he tried to pull you closer nearly close enough for a kiss but you teasingly pushed him away 

making him look at you in the most swoon worthy smirk ever 

which consisted of him biting his lips and his tongue slightly poking out

you gestured with a finger to come closer with a smirk of your own

he instantly complied putting his hands on your hips

both of you instantly danced to the rhythm again 

seongwoo was an amazing dancer

but he definitely met his match in you 

you two barely had any space between you two as you were centimetres apart

you had your arms around his neck smiling while your noses were touching as you were swaying and sashaying your hips to the rhythm 

every bit of your body was ignited with pure passion and desire 

the dance was just pure steaminess 

and full of sexual tension

you ended up having your backside to him 

and you two were body rolling grinding and you could felt seongwoo’s crotch go rock hard making you chuckle 

seongwoo trying to divert your attention from that particular problem spun you around to face him again and dipped you back 

then then song ended as he instantly brought you back up while you lift your knee up for him to grab your thigh to end the dance

the whole club was roaring in cheers 

while there was some comments from some particular guys in the upmost vip private section on a balcony watching the whole dance

“damn who knew y/n could move like that” sungwoon said appreciatively 

“never thought i could use the word sexy with her in the same sentence but now i definitely can” jaehwan said amused

“gosh both of you are so bloody horny and single” said daniel’s girlfriend rolling her eyes 

“HEY!” chorused sungwoon and jaehwan 

“not like you’re gonna have any chance with her, she is CLEARLY involved with seongwoo” daniel said enjoying ruining the two guys hopes

“i just realised you two are gonna be the only single guys out of the hyung line” minhyun said chuckling

“he hasn’t asked her out yet” sungwoon weakly tried

“would you like to bet that he won’t ask her out tonight” jisung said with a smirk

sungwoon didn’t say a thing

“minhyun we’re gonna have to use your limo” jisung’s girlfriend said 

“wait why?” minhyun asked

“seongwoo will be completely occupied all night and he definitely won’t be sharing his limo with anyone” minhyun’s girlfriend said

“i’m so glad the maknae line isn’t here” jisung said exasperated 

nobody said a thing afterwards their eyes all fixated on what was happening on stage 

seongwoo’s eyes flickered from your lips back to your eyes 

both of your hearts beating a million miles an hour

without a single warning he kissed you deeply and passionately 

you instantly wrapped your legs around his torso 

the cheers got even louder

and you deepened the kiss not caring about anything except for you and seongwoo 

then you two broke apart 

seongwoo whispered in your ear “let’s get out of here” you just nodded

he grabbed your hand and ran out of the club you saw the bouncer from earlier holding your bag and dress you quickly grab your belongings

and shout thanks to him

“we told you so” minhyun’s girlfriend and jisung’s girlfriend chorused with amused smiles as the group saw you two leave 

suddenly you were in seongwoo’s limo and his lips were on yours and his hands roaming around you body

he teasingly bit your lip making you let out a soft moan 

his trailed kisses down your neck making love bites as he kept on going

you pressed yourself even closer to him wanting no space between you two whatsoever

in the next 20 minutes you and seongwoo basically released all the sexual tension which built up over the years 

you both ended up having each others hands everywhere and anywhere, creating love bites, having bruised lips and end up with genuine smiles on your faces 

but still completely fully clothed

you got to his gorgeous penthouse apartment hand in hand 

“so i’m staying the night?” you ask shyly 

“yup it’s late so we’ll be sleeping together if that’s okay?” seongwoo says without thinking

you blush a deep red and then he finally realises what he said 

“NO-i mean no like not that way like not that you’re not attractive or anything you really are but like-” you cut him off with a quick peck on his lips

“it’s fine get me a t shirt and we’ll be all good” you say chuckling at how flustered he got and thinking how adorable he can be 

he completely turned 180 from the guy in the club

“sounds good also i wanted to also tell you this isn’t a one night thing and i don’t do this at all. i’ve actually liked you since middle school but never thought it could happen” he said gently with affection

“until tonight” he ended with a broad smile 

you gave him a soft kiss “i’ve liked you since high school but i always thought. me? no way could i date ong seongwoo” you ended truthfully but light heartedly 

“there is a way actually, me asking you” seongwoo said with a heart fluttering smile

you felt butterflies knowing what was coming 

“so y/n will you be my girlfriend?” he says softly staring right into your eyes and giving you a heart warming smile

“i’d love to” you say brightly with a beaming smile on your face 

he gives you a sweet long but soft kiss which was full of pure affection

you both get ready for bed 

seongwoo lending you one of his t shirts 

the moment you showed him he immediately smiled and said 

“my girlfriend is ridiculously beautiful” 

making all your insides go to mush and making you run up to him and give him a hug

you two end up cuddling in his king sized bed with the comfiest pillows and sheets ever

you guys talked for hours about everything all the while cuddling

family, problems, expectations, friends, school, etc

you listened to all his worries and concerns talking through all of them with him

but also talked and joked about loads of random stuff too

seongwoo genuinely cared about you and your wellbeing 

he told you that not to worry about the rumours, you dating him will make sure no one wants to cross him

and also suggested you sit with him and all his friends since all the girls are super close even with all the different personalities

you accepted wholeheartedly 

he also said you should do what you want and not to just do what you’re told to

he made you promise that you would

but you knew it wasn’t going to be that hard especially with dating seongwoo 

he made you feel special, loved, safe and cared for

you knew you could go through anything with him 

and he felt the exact same way 

you fell asleep before you knew it and seongwoo just couldn’t help a small endearing smile at the sight of you 

with the thought of you on his mind, your body snuggled into his and his heart filled with love

he fell asleep but not before lovingly whispering into your hair 

“i love you”

IM SO SO SORRY for how long it’s taken to updated it’s been two weeks!! ugh i feel so so bad but i promise i’ll get the sungwoon enemies to lovers out soon, after that i plan for a jihoon heirs. LET’S HOPE I CAN GET BOTH OUT THIS WEEK! but i hope you liked the scenario! it was a bit messy and pretty steamy. i’m trying to see what sorts of writing genres i can explore which is why i went into a more steamy direction. the dance was based off this video which is amazing but you need to watch it in full. and the club scene was also influenced by gossip girl. bUT YEaH i’m also thinking to start a stray kids blog cause holy shit I’m so soft for them its ridiculous but I’m not too sure. ANYWAYS its nearly christmas hope y'all have an amazing time and if you don’t celebrate christmas happy holidays!!! as always please give me feedback!! love you all!

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heirs series: hwang minhyun | kang daniel | park woojin | yoon jisung | ong seongwoo | park jihoon

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Rules : answer the questions in a new post and tag 10 blogs you would like to know better

Tagged by my darling @wewau 💐 (A)ge : soon to be 19

(B)irthplace : Poland

(C)urrent Time : 10:45pm/ 22:45

(D)rink You Had Last : black tea with cornflower, strawberries and orange peel, a blend named Madagascar, really good // otherwise water, does a sip taken while writing count 

(E)asiet Person To Talk To : @wewau

(F)avorite Song : they change constantly alright, and I have trouble choosing one even just for the very moment, so don’t take that for an answer - New Carnival - Temper/Temper 

(G)rossest Memory : It might not be the grossest one, but wanna hear about my first live encounter with a penis? I was on the bus with a friend of mine, and she told me not to turn around - of course I did, but it took me a while to process that an elderly gentleman behind me had his dick out, aimed at two girls that were just exiting the bus. He was obviously homeless, severely drunk or mentally ill, and some other guy after finding out why we were hysterically laughing (it really is more funny than gross) asked the man if the dick was his (seriously), and somehow got him to leave the bus. But later in the news there was a warning that an exhibitionist walks around our town and I’m pretty sure it was him. Another gross one was again on the bus, the first day of my senior year a girl next to me vomited all over the place (please do picture a pool of half-digested food moving across the floor each time the bus stops and starts driving again) and thank God her breakfast did not get on my shoes; the point is, I hate public transport. Oh, and once a kid took shit near a pool when I was in a water park in Denmark, but the staff took care of it rather quickly - I didn’t witness it, but guys, the smell 

(H)ogwarts House : the snakey boys

(I)n Love? : obviously 

(J)ealous Of People? : who doesn’t sometimes wish to have a life as careless as some wealthy people do; nearly all my worries could be solved with money, and I don’t care about the ones that supposedly come with a six-seven figure digit in a bank account 

(K)illed Someone? : not yet

(L)ove At First Sight or Walk By Again? : I honestly recommend waking up one day and realizing that you would gladly share a bed with your best friend; attraction felt at the mere sight of a stranger is not love, and neither is one felt after speaking to them once/ twice/ however often in a short period of time. It’s degrading both to you and the other person if you think you’re in love despite not getting to really know them 

(M)iddle Name : I don’t even have one

(N)umber Of Siblings : one, a brother from a different father

(O)ne Wish : once you share them they don’t come true my dudes 

(P)erson You Last Called : my mom 

(Q)uestions You’re Asked The Most : recently it was “how did your exam/s go?”, but I’ve finished them exactly eight days ago 

(R)easons To Smile : love and all that comes along with it, good food, drinks, weather and company, good literature, the sky during dusk and dawn, sudden inspiration, everything that stimulates one’s thinking, smaller and bigger successes  

(S)ong You Last Sang : probably happy birthday, I don’t sing; we said goodbye to our tutor by singing all jubilee songs that we knew, but I’ve lost it at the very beginning and didn’t partake in that

(T)ime You Woke Up : 11am, and I was immediately asked why so early 

(U)nderwear Color : black

(V)acation Destination : Corfu, Greece, then our capital for tha surgery

(W)orst Habit : throwing clothes on the ground instead of using the closet (or the chair, as you do); hoarding beer/vine bottles and dishes instead of bringing them back to the kitchen, obv only if the leftover food isn’t able to grow mold 

(X)-rays? : numerous of my rib cage (wanna see my heart? it’s there), one of my left hand (I had a mild accident on a water slide in Lithuania, it wasn’t broken, but fractured enough for the doctor to give me a cast for two weeks - it wasn’t anything serious, prior to having the x-ray done I walked around with just bandage for 4 days, but some blood vessels broke making it look greenish/violet/yellowish for like a month), one of my teeth&jaw, and an mri of my spine (not the same thing, but far more of an experience™)

(Y)our Favorite Food : I have so many, hawaiian pizza (or any pizza) - best with a garlic sauce, burgers (ever had one with pineapple? i did), doner kebab, any dumplings, lasagne, pasta, pancakes, even scrambled eggs with fried tomatoes (try it if you haven’t; they make up about 1/3 of my breakfasts, bonus points if you grow your own basil) - ask me what food I don’t like

(Z)odiac Sign : leo  I tag @cithaerons, @lawliex, @turturis, @baeronism, @vincentem, @bledno, @ganceys, obviously none of you have to do it if that’s not your thing