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Hwang Yong Shik, as a man, a boyfriend and a government official, has set the bar far too high and said bar isn’t coming down any time soon
0-Qué piensas?
- …
- Qué piensas?
- … de verdad nada.
- Ya po, qué piensas?
(Besos)
- De verdad quieres saber qué pienso?
- Si po
(Miradas desafiantes)
- Me gustai, me gustai mucho
- …
- Eso pienso
- Hace mucho tiempo que no me decían eso
- Es primera vez que lo digo, que se lo digo a alguien.
- …
0Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. I only own Elizabeth and Rolfe Lupin. I do not intend to use this as a profit, just entertainment purposes.
The path ahead of them curved left to right and right to left. The air smelled of the morning dew and roses. Elizabeth turned around, seeing Rolfe, Fred, and George talking unusually quiet. Her twin nudged George, chuckling, and pointed to Elizabeth. He looked up and smiled, turning a bit lighter version of his ginger hair. Elizabeth smiled shyly and turned back around, while the pink-skinned boy lingered to look at the dark honey-haired girl before looking down quickly. Another redhead girl came into hearing view as she waved at the quad. “Hey, Ginny!” Hermione and Elizabeth called out, Elizabeth holding her arms out for a hug.
0Holiday Drabble pt.2
*thanks for reading! I may end up turning this into a longer story:3*
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The next morning I wake early and manage to quietly tug on my clothes, stub my big toe, and sneak out of the bougie apartment before the stranger woke up…or maybe he was awake and was just humoring me.
Either way I got home to find another envelope from a hospital across town. I don’t bother opening it and toss it with the other envelopes from the same location.
I shoot off some texts to Laura telling her I got home, asking her about her night. She doesn’t answer and is probably still sleeping.
I lean on the oatmeal colored countertop and feel a blush creep onto my cheeks.
Distraction! I just need to keep busy! Last night was…well…amazing! But I dont know the guy’s name and he doesn’t know mine and that’s the end of it!
Cleaning! That’s what I’ll do! I’ll clean! I pull my hair into two pigtails and get busy, turning my music up as high as I can stand.
By the evening everything is spotless, even the shit I never manage to clean, like the baseboards.
At around 7pm I decide I should get a reward for being so productive so I throw on my favorite sweats, a sweatshirt and a pair of wool lined slip ons and head out.
Instead of going to my usual place I decide to try something new! The Mug opened maybe a couple weeks ago and the reviews have all been positive so I decide to take a walk and check it out for myself.
The outside of the building is old brick with little black overhangs on the windows and window boxes with lit garland in them. As soon as I swing open the large black door, the smell of coffee and baked goods hit me.
The floors are shiny black and white tile with large glass cases and a sleek white bar with the register.
The whole place is decorated with twinkling lights and briefly admire the dedication.
I decide on a carmel latte and a few baked goods and settle into a small booth by the big front window.
I sip and munch happily, enjoying myself thoroughly, and beginning to dread the impending work week before I hear,
“I like the pigtails.”
“Excuse me but-”
I stop as I turn and meet eyes with the stranger from yesterday.
I choke on my crossaint for a moment, coughing and clutching my neck, finally managing to get a drink of coffee.
The stranger just pat’s my back gently, looking slightly amused and I kind of want to smack him.
“How did you find me?” I say once I catch my breath.
His full lips pull into a smile, “it’s Funny you ask that cause I was going to ask you the same thing.”
“What do you mean?”
“I work here. Well…I own the place.”
“You own what?” I ask stupidly, still shocked that I’m meeting my one stand stand again, in my pjs and pigtails.
He leans against the booth, his broad shoulders shaking a bit as he laughs,
“This coffee shop. It’s mine.”
“Oh.” Is all I say and we both stand there awkwardly for a moment before I stick out my hand,
“I’m y/n by the way.”
His long hand shakes mine and my cheeks redden as I remember his hands on me just last night. If he’s nervous about seeing me again like I am, he doesnt show it.
“I’m Kim Seokjin, it’s nice to see you again…you left in a hurry.”
I feel a bit guilty as I bite my lip,
“Yeah…I had a few things to take care of.”
He reaches out and tugs on one of my long pigtails and I smile,
“Important business I see.” He teases
“My apartment was an absolute wreck…I came out to get a reward for cleaning up.”
“Understandable.”
Before I can talk myself out of pursing whatever this is I blurt out,
“Would you maybe want to come over?”
He smiles, his dark eyes flashing with lust, “I was hoping you’d ask.”
0“I think when two kind of strange people click they see home where other people would see strangeness..”
That’s when you know there are possibilities - eUe..
14Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. I only own Elizabeth and Rolfe Lupin. I do not intend to use this as a profit, just entertainment purposes.
Elizabeth Lupin: Elizabeth is 14 years old, born 17 October, 1979. (Fraternal)Younger twin sister to Rolfe Lupin. She has the same condition as her father: Lycanthropy. She’s quite shy, serious, with a little sense of humour, ambitious, and stubborn.
Rolfe Lupin: Rolfe is also 14 years old, born 18 October, 1979. (Fraternal)Older twin brother to Elizabeth Lupin. He does not have the same condition as his father. He’s quite outgoing, amazing sense of humour, too honest, yet reliable.
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There was a dark blonde hair figure that sat in her bay window, as sunlight flowed in like water, crashing against the dark. The fourteen-year-old’s room was simple. A pastel blue, medium brown wood reached a third way towards the ceiling against the walls, a single bed with a slightly crinkled sea blue sheets and comforter. A notebook in her hands, drawings of the night skies filled her paper like the stars -among the sky, a mixture of light grey to dark silver shading paved on the parchment. Two light wooden bookshelves sat aside by her desk with a few more notebooks, pencils, and paper aeroplanes scattered across her desk. Her grey thicken-curtains hid her from sight. Until a familiar voice shook the curtains themselves. “Okay, where’s the birthday girl?”
0Rune Magnusson walked the streets of the Britannia village he and his fellow marauders had just sacked. He was the son of Earl Magnusson, the leader of their raiding party and a respected landowner back home in Daneland. What little gold and food the villagers had was being gathered, but the real prize was at the monastery in the center of town. He paused in front of the stone building, tilting his head to the side. The Saxons and their one God were a strange breed.
His gaze was drawn to a commotion just outside the door. A tall redhead with her hands bound was being roughed up by a few from his crew, making him frown.
“You there! Stop!” He strode towards them. His crewmates paused and scowled at him.
11Worship the Flame by Iminesia - M, WIP - Two unlikely souls make a unique connection through a shared memory that neither of them can explain. Diving headfirst into the secrets that bind them, they resurface having bitten off a lot more than they can chew. When faced with unfathomable dangers, they must make a choice: sever the bind and stay alive, or risk everything to cherish even just one more second together.
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