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Guess who finally got an external disc drive and is about to have the night of her lifeeeee

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His Name

Summary: Aria wants to pay her sister's medical bills. She donates blood to vampires for money. Falling for Jisung was not the plan. Jisung is one of Aria's clients, a rich vampire who wants more than her blood. 

Genre: Vampire! Han, Supernatural Romance

Word Count: 5,155

Warnings: Mentions of Blood

Notes: I've decided to make this fic because of Han's birthday so this is a gift you could say. I've come to love everything about this man in the past month I became a STAY. This man has it all: the looks, the rap and singing skills and his ability to be both cute and hot at any given time. Anyway, happy birthday to one of the most beautiful men that has crossed this Earth besides the rest of Stray Kids.                                                                                                                        If Han Jisung ever reads this story - I love you, darling and I will support you and Stray Kids forever! 😍💕💜

Han     Felix     Seungmin    Chan      Minho

"What are you doing here?" I rolled my eyes at the boy in black hair and piercing gaze that spoke.

He took a sip of a red liquid in a glass cup. The same liquid everyone here was drinking. If people weren't drinking, they were dancing. I sighed and looked at the small paper in my hands.

"Came looking for you." I said, thrusting the piece of paper at him. He glanced at the piece of paper and made a small choking sound.

"This is too much. I don't have that kind of money."

"I could always leave you to starve. You're the son of the CEO, who by the way is CEO of one of the most famous entertainment companies in Korea."

"You're mean." He growled and took his cellphone out. I watched him click buttons and my cell phone beeped.

"You'll get the other half when our job is done." He grumbled, putting his phone back in his pocket.

"It's dangerous here, you know?" He walked towards me slowly and I rolled my eyes. They always had a thing for dramatic flair.

"I can handle a couple bloodsuckers. Just like I can handle you." I grabbed his hands and put them on my waist. His eyes seemed to sparkle with lust, just like every other time he feeds.

"If you drink more than a few liters, I will rip your fangs out."

"Noted." He inched closer to me, lips trailing my neck.

I closed my eyes and he bit into me. I let out a soft yell as a flash of pain hit me. His grip on my waist tightened, a sign he was almost finished.

"I have more clients in a few hours." I said, opening my eyes.

"What did I say about having more clients?" He growled.

"I need the money, Jisung. Hannah needs to get better." He licked the wound and pulled away from me.

"I could pay for your sister's treatment."

"I don't like charity, Han. I'd prefer earning my own money. I'd need to pay you back and I don't like owing people."

"You could always be my companion." I laughed. Companion usually meant walking blood bank.

"That's funny, Jisung. I have to go." He nodded and took his phone out. I strapped my small crossbody bag over my shoulder and heard a familiar beep.

"When do you want to meet?"

"I'll tell you when I'm hungry." I laughed at his lame joke and pecked his cheek.

"Thank you." He smiled at me, his cheeks proofing up, making his appearance seem like a squirrel's.

"No problem. Have a safe trip home." I nodded and walked to the door before going out, away from the glowing red eyes.

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Meeting in a dark alleyway was not my ideal place for a job. Alas, my client always preferred that and he gives me money so who am I to say no?

"Sorry, I was busy. Needed to see my sister, plus I met Jisung at the club." I yelled out to the seemingly empty alleyway. It was never empty.

"How is she?" A smooth voice called out. No matter how many times he does this, it still gives me chills.

"She's surviving but barely. The treatment is keeping her alive."

"You could always ask Han or I to turn her."

"You know how I feel about that."

"I also know you go home weak and sometimes pass out from the loss of blood, Aria. If she becomes one of us, you wouldn't have financial problems."

"She's my responsibility, Chris. If she gets turned, whoever turns her needs to check up on her. I don't want to feel like a burden."

"Everything would be easier."

"Does it look like I care, Bang? All I care about is paying her medical bills. Now, are we going to do this or not?"

He came out of the shadows and smirked. He motioned with his head for me to go to him and I rolled my eyes. I've had it with the dramatic flair.

He wore all black with the exception of his hair, which was silver. He was handsome, with a strong jawline, pale skin and beautiful brown eyes.

"Here." He held a white envelope and I grabbed it.

"You're supposed to give me half, and give me the other half when the job's done." He shrugged and turned to the floor.

Am I seeing this correctly? Did I make a vampire shy?

"Is this pity money? I need to do my job."

"No. I just don't feel like feeding."

"You could've texted me instead of making me come over."

"Would you just take the money? I know how important this is for you." I sighed and ran a hand through my hair.

"Fine. I'll see you later." I turned around and felt a hand on my wrist.

"Wait." He said softly. I turned to him and he walked closer to me.

"I want to do something. Will you let me?" His eyes seemed to sparkle.

Han and him were my favorite clients. Some clients were absolute slobs, but they were not. They were kind and gentle souls. Unlike most vampires.

I nodded and he leaned towards me. He stopped inches from my face and I felt my cheeks go red. He closed the gap between us as he kissed me.

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"Hannah!" I yelled out as I opened the door to our house. The house was quiet, not even the TV was on. My mind flashed back to the kiss with Chris.

I can't hide it anymore. I like you, Aria.

"Hannah! Are you here?!" I walked through the hallway and into her room.

It seemed untouched, her bed and pictures on the desk were in the same place. I walked out and walked to my room. Everything was in its place. Why do I feel like something's about to happen then?

An ear piercing scream cut through the air and I ran. I was probably stupid to run towards the scream but I kept running. I entered the kitchen and gasped.

A man in black was hovering over my sister. She was on the floor, blood poured out of her neck. The man turned to me, an evil glint in his eyes.

"Whose this, Hannah? Your sister?" The man smiled evilly, blood coating his teeth.

He looked like a monster. Not like Jisung or Chris. I felt myself unable to move, as the man stood up straight.

"Don't touch her." Hannah said weakly. The man walked towards me, and I wanted to run away but my body wasn't complying.

"Her? No, I won't touch her. I already did what I came to do. Goodbye." The man disappeared in front of me. I ran to Hannah and applied pressure to her neck.

"What did that man want? No, nevermind. Don't talk right now. We have to get you to the hospital." I tried pulling her arms but I couldn't move her.

I was weak from Jisung drinking my blood earlier. I rushed to get napkins and put it on her neck. The blood just kept coming and it was making me panic.

"You'll be fine. Hannah. Just hang on, okay? You can't die on me." I felt the waterworks coming.

"I feel fine, Aria. Don't worry about me." All hell broke loose as I cried. I looked at the blood on my hands and cried even more.

"You have to be fine. What will I do without my big sister? I don't think I'll survive on my own, Hannah." She put her hand on my shoulder.

"It'll be fine. Now, I'm going to take a quick nap, ok?" Her eyes began to close. I grabbed her shoulder and shook her.

"What? No. No. Hannah! Don't close your eyes! Hannah!" Her eyes closed and I felt some part of me die.

Hannah was dead and it's the monster's fault. I closed my eyes tightly. It must be a dream, right? I'll wake up any second now.

In the back of my mind I knew this was real. Being with Jisung at the club was real. The kiss with Christopher was real. Everything was real.

I stood up from the floor and walked to my room. I'll deal with her body later. Right now, I need a shower.

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"Aria, wake up!" I let out a groan and turned around. I need sleep to forget that my sister is dead. In my dreams we'll be together.

"Aria! Breakfast will get cold!" I turned around and hugged my pillow. Someone was being rude. Can't they let me sleep.

"Aria Park. Get up right now!" My eyes shot open as a feminine voice called my name. I turned to Hannah on the foot of my bed, looking concerned.

It was a dream then. I imagined everything. I wasn't with Jisung or with Chris and Hannah is not dead. I stood up and smiled.

"Hannah? I had a nightmare. You were there and Jisung and Chris were there too."

"Tell me over breakfast." I pulled the covers off me and frowned. I wore these exact clothes in my dream.

I walked out of my room and followed Hannah to the kitchen. Two plates with eggs, rice, bacon and toast were on the table. I sat down silently, glanced at Hannah.

Something was off about her. Her hair seemed darker and her skin seemed paler. Reality hit me and I ran a hand through my face.

"It wasn't a dream, was it?" She looked at me with sad eyes. I gripped my fork tightly, blinking back my sobs.

"You're not like me anymore then? You're like Jisung. I should be happy right?" I took a bite of my egg. Happiness is the opposite of what I felt.

"It's not like I promised mom and dad when they died that I would protect you. That nothing would harm you."

"I know you feel bad, but you won't have to do odd jobs to put food on the table. You won't be a blood bank anymore."

"Just for you? I- I gotta go." I pushed my plate away and walked out the door.

I took off in a sprint, not caring that I left my undead sister in our house. I could not stay there anymore. 

In a couple minutes, I reached the woods. I used to play with Hannah alot here as a child. Tears pricked my eyes at the memory.

"What are you doing here?" I turned around to see Jisung walking towards me.

"Jisung." I said and I let out a curse. I really hated when they popped out of nowhere.

"Aria, are you okay?" I shook my head and wrapped my arms around him as soon as he was within arms reach.

"I-I don't know what to do. I feel really bad. There was this man who broke into our house yesterday. He..." My voice broke and I began sobbing.

"He bit Hannah. She- I thought she died."

"She didn't?" Concern was laced in his voice. I shook my head, tears starting to fall.

"She got turned."

"Isn't that good?" I sighed and groaned, pulling away from him.

"She-I- I made a promise to our parents on their deathbed that I would protect her. I failed. While I was out with Chris, the man attacked her. I should've been there."

"You couldn't do anything. It's not your fault."

"It is. Now, my sister's a monster! Like the man! She's..." I trailed off and widen my eyes. I had screwed up.

"You think we're monsters, then? That explains a lot." I turned to him, his eyes were full of hurt. It hurt me to see him that way.

"The way you always called me a job. Making it seem like I wasn't human." He chuckled bitterly.

"No. Jisung. That's not what I meant."

"I know exactly what you meant." His eyes turned dark. That was bad.

His eyes glowed red and his claws were out. He wouldn't  kill me. He can't. Out of instinct, my hand grabbed a small knife from my pocket.

"You're even afraid of me." His eyes stopped glowing, turning their normal shade of brown. My lips felt dry and my.palms started to sweat.

"Jisung." He shook his head and turned around, walking away. I ran towards him and wrapped my arms around him.

"Jisung." He went rigid and stopped. I hugged him tighter, afraid he would disappear.

"No, Aria. You're right. I am a monster. So, stay away from me." He pulled me off him.

"Jisung. Look at me." Tears ran down my cheeks, regret eating me.

"Jisung." He turned to me, slowly. His gaze was cold, lifeless. I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out.

I did the only thing I could do that I've been wanting to do ever since I met him. I ran to him and crashed my lips to his.

He pulled away and frowned before shaking his head. I couldn't have broken him, he's stronger than that. He'll bounce back and it'll all be normal again.

"You smell like him." He snarled and walked away from me.

Chris. He smelled Chris.

Just like that all the world's left unsaid disappeared. All it took were four little words for me to crumble.

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I knocked on the white door, waiting for it to open. My mind wandered back to Jisung as I stood outside the white mansion.

Did Jisung really care what I think? I was just human, nothing special. But I have known him for a few years now. That must be why he got hurt.

"Aria?" Chris looked at me quizzically.

"Can I come in?" He nodded and moved aside. I walked into his house and he closed the door.

He must be rich. His couch was leather and the center table looked to be marble. I plopped myself on the couch.

"What's up?"

"Well, I made a mistake. Lots actually. When I got home yesterday, Hannah was hurt. She got bitten by a man who broke into our house. At least I think he broke in, I'm not sure. And I got so mad because she turned. I couldn't even talk to her this morning."

"What did you do?"

"I ran away. Got all the way to the woods and Jisung was there."

"Yeah. You smell like him." He wrinkled his nose and I remembered Chris' kiss.

"Shut up. Anyway, I told him what happened exploded. I call him Hannah and him monsters. I didn't mean it but he got hurt and left."

"You really care about him huh?"

"Is it very obvious? I was pissed over Hannah. Now I think I lost both of them." He hugged me and I pressed my head yo his chest.

"You'll always have me. And Hannah is a vampire now, but she's still your sister."

"I know. But I felt really useless. I promised my parents I would protect her and I didn't. I let the man turn her. I just want to find him and rip his damn eyes out."

"He'll kill you love." He sat on the couch with me.

"I don't care. As long as he dies too." He pulled away from me and his finger grazed my chin, lifting my head to face him.

"Don't say stuff like that. If you died I don't know what I'd do." He leaned towards me and closed the gap between us.

The kiss was short and sweet. I felt guilty kissing two guys knowing I like both of them. I ended the kiss and leaned my head against the couch.

"I don't know what to do. This shouldn't even bother me that much. Ok, sure, Hannah got turned, medical bills got fixed. But, she doesn't have a job, at least this pays for food. And don't even get me started on Jisung." I closed my eyes, feeling drained.

"Relax, Aria. I could help you. My mom's one of the top models of Korea, so I'm loaded." He joked and I let out a weak chuckle.

"No. But, will you let me stay here for a while? I really don't want to face my sister right now."

"You can stay here whenever you'd llike.You can stay in any guest room you want."

"Great. Let me take a short nap on your couch. I'm digging the leather." I took a deep breath and let sleep consume me.

                                                       ___ 

 "Aria, wake up." A male voice said from far away but I just turned around.

"Aria, I brought a friend." My eyes fluttered open to see Chris smiling at me. I stood up and stretched, trying to ignore Chris eyeing me up and down.

"Where is your friend?" I asked, cracking my neck.

"He's in the bathroom. C'mon." I raised my eyebrows at him but followed him. He opened the door and I turned to him.

"Why would your friend be- whaaaa!" He pushed me lightly into the room and closed the door.

"Chan Christopher Bang! When I get out of here I will grab some mistletoe and shove it up your ass!" On the other side of the door I heard him chuckle.

"Laugh while you can, Bang. You won't live to see the light of day!" I turned around and my breath hitched.

Han Jisung was staring at me amused, eyes red. He must've been crying. Even when crying he still looks cute. Ugh, don't distract yourself from your goal; killing Chris.

"Ok, Chris is definitely dead. I will kill him painfully and slowly when I get out!"

"Do you need help? He invited me to play Fifa a few minutes ago so I came and he locked me here."

"You can bury the body." I joked and he smiled slightly. Then I realized how bad the situation was.

I was standing in a huge restroom with one of my crushes, unable to get out because my other crush locked us in. Fantastic.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what got into Chris. I really really messed up. You're important to me and I wasn't thinking. I ended up causing more harm than good and it's the man's fault. Since, now my sister is going to drain all my blood and- mmmmph." I stopped in my tracks as Jisung's lips crashed into mine.

"You talk too much." He pulled away and I just stared at him, moving my lips like a goldfish. My brain short circuited as I just stood there.

"You're not mad?"

"I was at first. But then, Chris called me and I spend an hour listening to him. I realized that I care for you too and I'm sorry for overreacting." I smiled at him brightly and laughed.

Why was I laughing? I did not know. Maybe I was finally crazy after spending time with vampires. Maybe I really adored both Jisung for being in the bathroom, and Chan for locking me in here.

"Go out with me?" He asked, walking towards me and I nodded. He wrapped his arms around me and I hugged him back.

"I'm still killing Chris." I said and he let out a laugh.

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I knocked on my house door, feeling nervous. Was she mad at me for leaving her almost all day? She must feel so alone now that she's a vampire. Maybe I should introduce her to Jisung and Chris.

The door opened and out came my sister. I opened my mouth to speak but she grabbed my and pulled me into a hug.

"Don't scare me like that again. I didn't know where you went." She pulled away and I closed my mouth.

"Sorry for leaving. I was just shocked, still am. How do you feel? Hungry?" She shook her head and I walked inside the house.

"I ate some food from the fridge. Should we call the hospital about my medical bills?" I nodded and took my cellphone out.

"We should say it was something you drank. Or a vaccine they put you." I said as I dialed the hospital's number.

"Hello? This is St. Adam's Hospital." The receptionist said from the other line.

"Yeah. I'm Aria Park, calling about Hannah Park and her medical bills."

"What's the patient's ID number?"

"4469."

"Do you need help knowing how much you owe? Or how many treatments there are left?"

"Both."

"You need one more treatment and it would cost about $200." I winced at the amount. That would be at least two more blood transactions from me if she were human.

"Alright. I'd like to cancel everything. The last vaccine did the trick."

"We still need to check to make sure everything is in order. You need to make an appointment for that." I sighed but nodded, as if the woman could see me.

"When is the earliest?"

"Tomorrow at ten. Is that alright?"

"Yeah that's fine. If she doesn't need treatment can you cancel everything?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Thank you."

"Thank you for contacting us. Good day."

The line went dead and I pocketed my phone. I turned to my sister and smiled at her. She smiled back, fangs visible.

"Since you're all better, you should get a job." I joked and she pushed me playfully.

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"Guess who just got a job!" Hannah bounced around the living room. I lifted my gaze from my phone to her.

"You got a job? Where?"

"Well, at the hospital."

"What?"

"Yeah. Shift starts in a few hours. Do you mind being alone for a few?"

"Nah. Jisung might be down to hang out."

"You mean your new boyfriend?" She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. I felt my cheeks heat up.

"He's not my boyfriend yet. He barely asked me yesterday. We're going with the flow. Anyway, how did they give you the job so fast?"

"I used some of my compelling skills for it." I clicked my tongue and put my phone in my pocket.

"No, really. How did you get a job so fast." She glared at me and I frowned.

"If someone catches you, Hunter's might come, Hannah."

"I know. I was careful. It was only one time."

"It better be."

"It will. Anyway, don't you have better things to do than nag me? Maybe go out with Jisung?" I chuckled.

"Nope. Since my sister came back to life, I'm dedicating all my life to protect her." I partially joked.

"You should get a life."

"Says the one whose dead." I laughed and turned my attention back to my phone. I quickly asked Jisung a question and clicked send.

Jisung, do you want to hang out. You can meet my sister

I turned to my sister and smiled at her. Maybe it would be nice for them to meet. I have been gushing about him to here for a while now.

"Do you want to meet Jisung?" She nodded and my phone beeped.

Be there in five. 🐿

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I turned the TV on and checked what was on. My sister was next to me, a bowl of popcorn in her lap. Jisung was on my other side, with his arms around me. I kept changing channels until I stopped at Channel 5.

"Breaking news. A man was found murdered a few blocks from the Metropolitan Library. According to the FBI. He was a mass murder, murdering innocent women all over the globe."

The screen flashed black with a warning that said warned viewers of the grotesque scenes and a picture of a man came up.

There was a huge slash on his neck with dried blood around it and a few cuts on his body. All that was visible was a mop of black hair and pale skin. His face was blurred out.

"That's him." My sister stood up, spilling the popcorn on the floor.

"Him who?"

"The man that turned me. He's dead." I sighed and rubbed a hand through my face. Jisung's grip on me tightened and I leaned towards him.

"Let's go to Julia for the weather report." The anchor woman said as the screen turned into a map.

"At least he won't be terrorizing more people." I grabbed the remote and changed the channel.

"When does your shift start?"

"In thirty minutes. I gotta go guys, have fun. But, not too much." Hannah turned to me and winked. I felt my cheeks heat up as she stood up.

"Have fun." I called out as she walked out the door. I turned to Jisung and he smiled at me.

"What do you wanna do? You wanna feed?" I asked him. He shook his head and kissed my cheek.

"Let's watch a movie." I grabbed the remote and clicked on Netflix.

"Which movie? Or do you want to watch a show?" I scrolled down, watching movie titles.

"I don't know yet. But, I'll watch whatever you want to watch." He kissed my cheek again and I clicked on Teen Wolf.

My phone beeped and I turned to my phone. Chris had texted me. I quickly sent him a message and put my phone in my pocket.

"I have work, Ji. It'll be quick so we can watch Netflix." I stood up and he just stared at me.

"What's with the stare?" I asked.

"You called me, Ji."

"Was I not supposed to?" I grabbed my crossbody bag and raised an eyebrow at him.

"You've never called me Ji before."

"Get used to it. You can call me Ari. Or just stick with Aria, either way I don't mind. But, I have to go. See you in a bit."

"Wait, do you want a ride?" I gave him a puzzled look.

"You don't drive, Jisung."

"But I can run really fast, Ari. We'll get there in seconds." The way he said Ari made me happy.

"Ok. Do you know Chris' address?" He frowned and shook his head.

"Ok  then. Let's go." I turned the TV off and walked out the door.

"Hop on." Jisung knelt down and I laughed.

"You're going all Twilight on me."

"Yep. So, hop on." I rolled my eyes but jumped on his back.

"You should eat more, you barely weight anything." I hit his head playfully.

"It's because of your hellish strength. Anyway, Chris' house is near St. Adam's Hospital."

                                                     ___

Jisung stopped outside Chris' mansion and I got off him.

"Well, spider monkey, let's not do that again. I felt like barfing halfway." I said as I walked to Chris's door and knocked.

"Hey." Chris said as the door opened. He smiled brightly at me.

"Yo. Ji, can you wait for me in the living room? I don't like when people watch." He nodded as Chris let us in.

"Ok. We'll be back." I walked to Chris' bedroom with him in tow. I closed the door behind me and turned to Chris.

"Hey." I sat on his bed and smiled at him.

"Hey." He walked to me and took his phone out. He clicked buttons and put his phone in his pocket.

He leaned towards me and I held my arm out. He looked at my arm, then at me.

"Do you mind biting my wrist this time?" I asked and he shook his head.

"Not at all." He said as he grabbed my arm and bit it.

I let out a yell as he drank from me. He pulled away and licked my wound.

"Is he treating you well?" I nodded and he took his phone out to send me money.

"Yeah. He's great." My phone beeped and he put his phone in his pocket again.

"Good."

"Sorry. I didn't mean to lead you on."

"It's fine. Even if I really like you, I don't want to lose our friendship."

"I don't want to lose it either."

"If you ever need me, I'm here. As a friend or anything more. Although I will destroy Jisung if he hurts you." I let out a laugh and smiled.

"He won't. I'll see you around." I stood up and walked to the door.

"Yeah. Have a safe trip home." I nodded and both of us walked out the door.

"Let's go, Ji. See you later, Chris." I opened Chris' front door and walked out the door.

"Hop on."Jiisung knelt down as soon as I closed the door. I chuckled and hopped on his back again.

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My phone beeped and I took my phone out as soon as we got home. My sister sent me a message and I groaned.

"We have to go to the hospital. They're giving Hannah some tests to make sure she's healthy."

"Alright." Jisung knelt down again and I hopped on his back once more before he started running.

We got to the hospital quickly and I opened the door to the hospital. The smell of alchohol and cotton balls made me want to immediately leave. I never liked hospitals.

"What room is Hannah Park in?" I asked the receptionist at the counter.

"Room 456." She said smiling.

"Thank you." I said as I walked through a hallway.

"Hey, you!" I announced as soon as I passed the door to Hannah's room. She was in a hospital bed with a doctor next to her.

"Aria." She said as I walked towards her.

"Hello, I'm Aria Park. Her sister. How is she?" I asked the doctor.

"Somehow she's healthy. It might have been the last vaccine we gave her. She's free to leave but please give her lots of electrolytes to hydrate herself. If she feels worse, bring her back."

"Of course. Thank you doctor." I turned to her and smiled brightly.

"The amount due for the medical procedures will be canceled within the next twenty four hours." The doctor said and I nodded.

"Thank you doctor."

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"You know I really thought I would be forever trying to pay Hannah's bills." I said, laying my head on Jisung's chest.

"You worry too much." He kissed my temple and I sighed.

"I guess I worry a bit. You know, I never really thought you and I would become a thing. I always thought I would always be just a blood source for you."

"You thought wrong. I never told you because I thought you would always look at me as a monster."

"I'm sorry again, for what happened two days ago. But hey, at least you're here with me. And that's all that matters." Jisung turned to me, a sultry look on his face.

He put his hands on my waist and pushed me lightly so that my head was near the armrest of the couch. He climbed on top of me and grabbed my hands, placing them over my head. His hands kept mine in place as he smirked. He looked hot like this

"What's my name?" He growled, eyes flashing. Vampires loved dramatic flair. Not that I minded, it was enjoyable. I rolled my eyes and raised my head to kiss his nose.

"Jisung."

[mysticthot]

RFA Highschool AU!

lol this was requested then i accidentally deleted the request my b, but here it is!

dude let me tell u i love highschool au’s thats some good shit right there!!

wasn’t sure if u wanted just general headcanons or specific ones for each charcacter or an x mc kinda thing so i did kinda a mix of all of that lol

So the rfa is basically like the student council

They plan dances and do fundraisers and what not

Everyone knows who they are, the rfa is like an elite little club that does everything for the school

And you’re a new kid

You had gotten directions for your next class from a teacher, but you’d gotten turned around a lost at some point

Class had already started, and there was nobody in the halls to ask other than some boy standing by the windows on his phone

Ignoring the fact that he was a bit intimidating and also supposed to be in class, you walked up to the pink haired boy to ask directions

His turquoise eyes did not look amused, but nevertheless, he pointed towards the door at the end of the hall

“It’s that one.”

“...Oh, ok uh thanks.”

He was gone with no response

Speed walking to the door, you mentally prepared yourself for the embarrassment of having to tell the teacher in front of the whole class you had gotten lost

But when you opened the door, only 5 people were in the room on the other side

Ok...this was definitely not the right class

After you talked to the group and figured out the confusion (turns out the brother of the red headed one had been messing with you) they offered to show you the right way

While you were in there you figured out with was the student council and you noticed some unanswered details for and upcoming dance

Before you left, you gave them a few suggestions for the dance that caught their attention

They invited you back for the end of the day meeting to discuss some more and before you knew it, you were the newest member of the rfa student council

Yoosung-

He’s a lil freshman

Cousin to last years student body president Rika, but her and V had graduated last year and had been the ones that encouraged him to join

He’s like the new kid who really wants to impress all his older friends

But at the same time, he’s already friends with some of the most popular kids in school so he’s definitely not a huge loser or anything (at least that’s what he tells himself)

He was hella excited when you showed up cause then he wasn’t the only one who didn’t know anything lol

You become besties before anything else

He shows you around and you have a lot of classes with him

Its a classic friends to lovers story

Its like one day you and him are just chillin like you always do, then suddenly, you’re seeing things differently

Things you did together all the time as friends now seems like it could be something more

And it was all because of Seven

Boi had all but forced Yoosung to ask you to dance, despite the fact that Yoosung was supposed to be helping Zen with the tickets, and while the dancing itself wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, Seven had decided that exact moment to put on a slow song

Now our boy Yoosung had always thought you were pretty

But you looked gorgeous in this moment

Despite the fact that his hands were on your waist, him holding you arms length away like you were middle schoolers, it was a very sweet moment

And the dynamic completely changed between you guys

He was nervous talking to you now??? Where did that come from???

And you?? Caught yourself checking him out?? The fuck?

You’re both confused and want to go back to the way things were before, but also you just wanna grab each other and make out in a closet somewhere

When you finally get together, you’re such a cute couple

Everyone already thought you were dating anyways, but now you held hands in the halls and it’s like everyone one in the school ships you guys

You weren’t the kind of couple that made out against the lockers between every class, just the kind that people could tell actually liked each other it was cute

You’re eachother first everything lol

You’re always helping each other with homework

And he teaches you how to play lolol

And you meet his mom, who absolutely loves you

Just so cute

Cute lil high school sweethearts type of couple

Zen

Drama student of fucking course

He’s a junior, and most people will agree, the prettiest person in the entire school

Half the school is crushing on him ngl

He went thru a phase his freshman and sophmore year where he was part of the bad crews in school, before he started acting

So he literally knows and is friends with like everyone in the school

Instantly flirty when you show up

Shows you around the school with his arm over your shoulder, and you have never gotten so many glares in your life

He’s so extra like this drama boi is explaining the school as though it were a movie

Pointing out who was who, and telling you all the gossip

Despite the warnings from Jaehee that a lot of girls would prolly actually kill to be in your possition, you continue to hang with Zen

And his flirting goes from playful to more real as you hang out more

Doesn’t take long for you guys to kiss and go on a few dates, but you havent made anything official yet, and it seems the whole school knows that and is on edge over it

Being around Zen is basically like being with Regina George from mean girls, like everyones talking about you and him, nothing is a secret

His ex’s (and a crazy girl who had a crush on him who everyone called echo girl) all hated you

And when he officially asked you out, it was like the whole school knew by the next day

But hey, what are you gonna do when you’re dating the school celebrity?

He loves when you come to his plays

His parents don’t support him doing drama, so often you and the other rfa members are the only ones there to cheer for him

Always getting that boi flowers

And he is your biggest fan in what ever you’re doing

Sports? He’s out there no matter what the weather cheering louder than all the parents

Choir? Helps you with your voice and sings duets with you. Always gives you standing ovations even if no one else is standing

Y’all are just so supportive of each other

A lot of people thought you and him wouldn’t last for long, but your prove them wrong by being a straight up power couple in that bitch

Jaehee

My girl hella smart

She’s also a junior, and in line to be the valedictorian when she graduates

Very academically focused, the rfa being the only club she really has time to participate in

She’s hesitant when you first show up

Home girl’s a stickler for the rules, and she wasn’t sure if it was technically allowed for you to be there??

But you help her out and take a lot of her work load off her hands just by being there

She’s so stressed all the time so when she gets to the meetings and find out you already did the thing she was worried about not having time to do??

Girl loves you

Takes you and her quite a long time to get past being gal pals

Cause she’s just so busy

Literally the last thing she has time to think about it getting a significant other, especially when she’s not even sure of her own sexuality

It was during a fundraiser that she really realized her feelings for you

You and her were handing out snacks to the people that donated while the rest of the group was busy else where when your (mom/dad/aunt/whoever) showed up

They immediately hugged Jaehee and started telling her about how you always talk about how much you admire and like being around her

And you’re blushing hella hard and pushing your guardian away from the table

The incident is not brought up for a while, but its all Jaehee can think about

She’s never been so distracted doing her homework before

Girls confused

Repeats the words “MC is just a friend” over and over

Then she’s just like...fuck it

She goes over to your house and knocks on your door and you answer and she kisses you before she has the chance to change her mind

Y’all are such a good couple

You help her balance her school life so she has more time for fun things

Encourage her to join the coffee club cause she had told you how she wanted to, but was too busy

You guys go on dates to see Zens plays and she’s just so happy

Girl never had someone like you before, and she just loves you so much

ugh let me save this girl

Jumin

Trust Fund Boi

He’s a senior and the richest kid in school

Everyone knows him cause him and his dad are literally famous

But he’s just... not interested

Basically the same lol he thinks all the highschool drama and rumors are a waste of time so he just doesn’t care

Other than the rfa, he doesn’t really have friends

Mostly cause he knows they all just want to use him for something

He’s the type of person that knows highschool is not really that important, he just does his work and goes home

(other than the rfa, which he joined cause v asked him to lol)

Honestly, he’s not really that interested when you show up

You have interesting ideas and can be useful to the council, but other than that he doesn’t really pay much mind to you

Until you basically latch yourself to him like a baby duck

Always following him around cause you have a lot of classes together and he’s the only one you know

You claim you’re hanging with him because you don’t like seeing him sitting alone in class, but he thinks its the other way around

Eventually he realizes he’s not upset just by your presence

You’ve become a tolerable person to be around (how romantic) and slowly but surely, he actually enjoys being with you

In some ways, he’s kinda like Zen cause everyone knows him and everyone’s talking about him

But rather than it coming from a place of admiration, they’re jealous and interested by the rich mysterious kid who only ever talks to you

You get a lot of girls trying to ask you for advice on how to get to his heart

You’re just like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

It be like that

His feelings take forever to develop just cause he’s so out of touch with his emotions

But when they do, it just hits him like a train like boi’s just chilling in his house then suddenly...”I’m in love with MC”

Doesn’t even bother trying to hide his feelings

The next time you and him are alone, he confesses and kisses you and the rest is history

Y’all are such a power couple honestly

Ruling that school

He loves being around you

He met your parents, and you met his dad

You always help him when he gets angry or frustrated towards his dad’s new girlfriends

Always pay attention when he shows blurry pictures of his new kitten Elizabeth

He buys you such nice shit and your just like jumin no high schooler needs multiple diamond bracelets

And he’s just like, oh would you rather have necklaces?

707/ Saeyoung

Class clown oBVI

Known for his pranks and his jokes and getting kicked out of class and his weirdly quiet brother who’s never actually in class but is frequently seen around the school Saeran is bigfoot confirmed

He’s also hella smart

He’s in multiple foreign language classes and head of the tech club and really good at sports despite only ever eating chips and soda for lunch

He’s a sophomore and you’re a freshman, so he takes it upon himself to show you around

Acts like he’s a lot older than he is, and if you didn’t know he was a sophomore, you’d think he was a senior cause he knows everything and everyone knows him

He’s not shy about how he thinks you’re cute

He’ll hug you and kiss your cheeks and ask you to the dances despite the fact that you’ll both be working at them

But he never really goes much further than the playful flirting, so you think he’s just messing with you

But one week he’s missing from school, and despite the rfa saying this happens, often, you’re worried

You search out his brother, who is unbelievable hard to find, and eventually see him out on the bleachers

He does not look happy to have some girl who’s basically a stranger asking about his brother and his home life

Wont tell you anything so that just makes you more suspicious

Seven comes back the next day but he’s all cold and distant towards you

You’re triggered, but not having that shit

It takes a few days, but you’re able to get the truth out of him, and he had found out about how you’d been pestering Saeran about his home life and his absence

He warns you not to get involved with him, and does the whole thing where he says he never liked you in the first place and you don’t really like him and blah blah blah

You stopped listening halfway thru his rant

And then you kiss him

Boi is stunned, glasses askew

“Did you hear anything I just said MC??”

You tell you like him for him, and you would respect if he couldn’t talk about somethings, but you wanted to be part of his life

He slowly opens up to you bit by bit

It takes him a long long time for him to tell you about him mother and what’s going on at his home tho

You help him and Saeran get out of there as soon as they can, helping him with his job or with school work when he gets hella busy

You guys go fucking hard on spirit days, dressin up in matching costumes for homecoming

You guys definitely get cutest couple in the year book

And probably prom king and queen cause literally everyone loves you two

You’re the couple then even the teacher would see and just be like “yep they’re gonna be together forever”

lol guys so I’m in a hotel rn cause I flew down from my home to Boise to tour the college campus and I brought my lap top but not the charger so it’s really a race against time to hope and pray this Bitch posts before my laptop dies lmao

also my b if there’s any mistakes I had to speed edit hope u like it!!

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♡ what svt would love for you to get them as a gift ♡

author’s note;  They would all want lingerie for you, as their b-day gift. lmao i’ve been gone for a like 2 months I’m sorry :( hope you guys like this! Also let me know if I should start writing smuttier pieces! 

Seungcheol; His heart would MELT if you got him something you two could do together, like tickets to a concert or to an amusement park. do it Also would die if on top of something like tickets or a couples massage, you got him something that would be a gift for both of you, like lingerie. He would absolutely devour you later, so loving but still rough. He would be so gratefull you got him anything. my fucking baby  

Jeonghan; He would be kind of cold when he opened your gift, which would leave you confused and a little hurt, but that’s just him, he would be embarrassed that you got him anything at all. And you would probably be having his birthday party at home with the boys and lots of take away food, so you couldn’t ask him if he didn’t like it or what was up. He would probably react like “wah cool thank you baby” and you were like... bruh I spent forever picking that out? Later when he climbed into bed next to you, you asked him if he didn’t like his gift. His smile would fall and he would explain quickly that he loved it, but was distracted with all the boys and gifts. He would make it up to you the next day, using the item as soon as he could. He would feel horrible you felt that way, and decided to use the item every day.  

Joshua; imma cry. Sweetie Josh would literally love anything you got him. Now get him something adorable like matching couples hoodies or necklaces and he would cry, he was so so happy. Josh would insist you both wore them immediately, no buts. He would wear the hoodie at home every night, and would pout when you didn’t wear it. When he was away he’d send you snaps of him wearing it and saying that it smells like you. If you got him the necklace he would literally never ever ever take it off, even if his stylists wanted him to wear something else. It was a constant reminder of you, which he loved. 

Jun; Get him something fun, like bungee jumping or paragliding tickets. He would want to do something fun together, not just staying at home with you, or something materialistic, although if you got him something like that, he’d like it too. It’s just that the look on your face when you both jumped, was indescribable. He would laugh so much, not only from the adrenaline, but also you. You were absolutely scared shitless and your lovely boyfriend found that hilarious. After laughing with tears in his eyes though, he would come and comfort you. Even though it kind of sucks for you, it was worth it just to see him smile and laugh, all relaxed after so many stressfull weeks of promotions. 

Soonyoung; Hamster smile on. Get him one of those virtual world head sets. Both him and boys would start shouting as he opened the package. You couldn’t tear them from it for hours. You give up at some point and go clean up the kitchen. He would notice you were gone and come find you. As he saw you, alone, cleaning up after the boys, his heart would get heavy with guilt. He would nuzzle his nose into your neck and hold you sweetly. “I’m sorry I got carried away love”. He would say quietly. You could still hear the other boys shouting in the living room over the game. You turned around, and snuggled closer into his chest. “It’s okay, I’m glad you liked it baby”. At that moment you could hear Seungkwan shouting something that sounded like you’re shit at it chan, give it to me. Both of you burst out laughing and Soonyoung kissed your cheek sweetly. “I think it’s obvious we all like it.” 

Wonwoo; Would be so freaking proud if you got him a giftcard for the cat cafe he likes the best, and a donation to a cat shelter in your names. He would go showing them off to the boys, before coming back to you and planting a sweet peck on your lips. “You’ll come with me to the cafe right jagi?” He’d ask. You’d giggle. “If you want me to” You would tease with a glint in your eyes. “Wouldn’t want anyone else.” He would answer and scoop you up in his arms spinning you around, and you would scream and laugh. 

Jihoon; He would like a Moleskin notebook to scribble song lyrics and ideas in, plus a pair of good headphones for his studio. You would slip a card into the bag you put the gifts in, and wrote to my genius producer (and perfect boyfriend) in it. He would be over the moon. He would climb on top of you (if you were alone), and kiss your face all over. “Thank you thank you thank you” He would repeat in a cute voice, knowing you loved it. Whoever said this boy didn’t have aegyo... or maybe he did, but only for you.  

Dokyeom; Would cry. No doubt. There’s nothing you could do, he would 100% cry. It barely mattered what you got him, because his baby got him something and you make him so happy you didn’t have to get him anything. The boys would laugh their asses off, and shout at him for being a baby, just thank her and that’s it. He would laugh and let you dry his cheeks, then bury his head into your shoulder, not even caring if the boys saw. Pet his hair and he’d feel comforted. “I told you not to get me anything pabo-ya” He would wobble out. “And I told you I would anyway. It’s not even a big deal, it’s just a watch.” 

Mingyu; He would undoubtably already smell fantastic, but get him a Sandalwood cologne anyway. It’s secretly a gift for both you and him. Bonus points if it smells so good you can’t keep your hands off him and climb on him as soon as you get home. This would be his favourite gift, because it would get you to cuddle (and other stuff) him more, without him having to ask. He would melt when you got up on your tippiest toes to bury your nose under his ear, just to smell him. “If I knew that all it took for you to be glued to be, was a good cologne, I would have bought it myself sooner.” 

Minghao; Buy him a vintage camera. He would be so freaking happy, it would be stupid. He loves his cameras and photography, so when you got him a really cool leather camera, he would take pictures of everything, including you, doing anything from mundane everyday tasks, to you in the shower, insisting that you just look so beautiful. He would ask for one of the boys to take a picture of you two as soon as he opened the package. Planting a big kiss right on your cheek, the photo would capture you laughing and Hao pulling you onto his lap, lips still on your cheek. The photo would find it’s way onto either your nightstand or fridge. It would make both of you smile every time you saw it. Also when you were under him, trying to recover from the mind blowing birthday sex you just had, he would get his brand new camera and take a few pictures of you. “Stop looking so sexy, you’re gonna break both the camera and me.”

Seungkwan;  Boy’s been whining about wanting a nice belt, since all the nice belts and bags he gets to wear, are actually the stylists, and the other boys also wear them. So get him a nice Louis Vuitton belt, versatile for both suits and casual wear, and he would pretty much wear it to bed too. You know that suit pyjama that Barney from How I Met Your Mother has? Yeah that’s Seungkwan with his new belt, that his girlfriend got him. Had you heard yet? Seungkwan’s girlfriend got him this super cool belt. The guys and staff would get pretty annoyed pretty fast.  

Vernon; He’s more of a subtle guy with showing off your relationship, so if you got him matching couple rings, a really simple design, he’d be more than happy. He would send you a heart with the hand the ring was on, from every landmark on their travels. Would also kind of find it hot to finger you with the finger the ring was on. You could also get him an Adidas tracksuit (special points if it’s a cool print of limited edition) and he would probably marry you straight away.  

Chan; You’re both still kids at heart, so get him something like a giftcard for snowboarding somewhere in the north of Korea and a nice winter jacket and goggles. You could take a trip up north together, either a day trip or a long weekend, and he would fall even more in love with you, as you were playing together in the snow. He would look at you with absolute heart eyes, as you had snowflakes stuck to your lashes, lips tinted pink from the cold. He would appreciate the mini holiday so much, often taking stress from work back home. This way he could truly relax and have fun with you. 

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meet Stella, my Blood Donation / IkeVamp Persona! more detailed description under the cut!

she's not that different from my Cradlesona, but i did change some stuff that are half true irl to make her fit well in the ikevamp universe. i mean i wish i can speak and understand several languages so i downloaded duolingo skskskksks

go make your own Blood Donation! Here's my lil reference you can use, I added some more details to fit in the story :) also, a big thanks to @trulipan for the inspiration of using the character screen!

*disclaimer: the character screen belongs to Cybird, the character info and sprite are fan made :)

Basic Info:

Nicknames: Stella, Sol (Leonardo), Peaches (Arthur and Comte)

Birthday: October 21

Age: 25

Height: 156 cm

Nationality: Filipina

Blood Type: A

Physical:

Eyes: bluish purple

Hair: gray platinum with bluish tips, short and wavy

Accessories: golden hoop earrings, sunflower pin (a souvenir she bought before arriving to the musee)

Features: beauty mark above her left lip, a fainter mark on her right cheek

Illnesses: sleep deprived (?)

Social:

Species: Human

Previous Occupation: Graphic Designer

Occupation: Right-Hand Woman (Assistant)

Relationships:

Arthur Conan Doyle, bickering writing buddy. They often get mistaken as siblings and it peeves them both. Stella dislikes his flirty and teasing personality a lot but she’s more than willing to lend a hand if he starts to run out of ideas (which is NOT her body). He loves to tease her and get her on her toes, which resulted to Sebastian lecturing him quite often. Ironically, they’re close friends

The Count of St. Germain, father-figure. They met when she accidentally dropped her sketch notebook. He complimented how she smelled like peaches and started calling her like that (which Arthur caught wind of and started teasing her for it). He spoils Stella rotten with chocolates, satiating her sweet tooth as much as possible to keep the smile on her face.

Leonardo da Vinci, language mentor. He was impressed when she understood what he was saying in Italian. Then tested her with Latin, German and Spanish. Stella was ecstatic to learn more languages causing his sly advances go over her head (much to everyone else’s relief). She organizes his room as best as she can as thanks.

Theodorus Van Gogh, mortal enemy but not really. He would always refer to her as “Arthur’s little sister” and it would often lead them to constantly bicker. However, both of them share the addicting love for pancakes and will eat it at any time of the day, this was one of the few times where they get along very well. Other times usually involve making Vincent happy and safe. Secretly, however, they look out for each other like actual siblings.

Sebastian, meme buddy. They converse in memes, confusing everyone else, when not too busy in work. She would often ask him historical facts about the others and appreciates him going the extra stretch (she likes listening to his history fanboying). He would also save her from Arthur’s teasing and Theo’s yelling, but sometimes he just stands at the corner and listen to them go mad because he finds it amusing.

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, radio (I don’t know how to call it HAHAHAHA). Stella would intentionally pass by near his room just to listen to him play the piano, reminiscing the time where she had a violin. It had always been her dream to hear a live, professional recital of one of his pieces, so hearing him composing new ones just beyond a door made her very happy. Mozart knows she’s listening.

William Shakespeare, neutral but very afraid. Stella avoids him as much as possible, his words are very confusing and deep but she tries her best to understand and remain kind.

Napoleon Bonaparte, older brother figure. He knows her unusually strong peachy scent would attract others and he dedicated himself to protect her. She's probably the most casual one to wake him up — Stella earned the free slap card when he tries to kiss her as thanks for endearing his habit.

Jean D'arc, stranger. She hopes to get to know him better. She would always see him with empty eyes and worries for him. She would often secretly pray for his happiness. Jean knows this.

Osamu Dazai, laugh pill. Though she often gets startled when he enters through windows out of nowhere, its followed by laughter she couldn't control. He likes seeing her laugh and it encourages him to never use the door (much to everyone else's dismay).

Isaac Newton, neutral. They don't speak much. Stella would smile his way whenever she sees him but often receives averting eyes in response and a mutter of hello. She would sometimes lightly hop in Arthur's teases about apples.

Vincent Van Gogh, lover. Stella admires his works since forever and to see him alive and well in person brought tears to her eyes when she realized that everything happening around her was real. Their relationship grew gradually, taking soft steps together until they realized they were in love. She would always sit near him when he's painting at the garden and play with his pet raccoon. She melts when he smiles.

Personality: Artistic and bubbly, she finds beauty in everything. Very expressive, but she keeps a facade when she's sad and it is quite difficult to pin out. She's more than willing to help anyone with whatever she can do. She is easily pleased with the simplest things and gets overwhelmed with gifts. She's usually quiet but if you spark a conversation with her it can go on for a long while, she likes to listen to stories and experiences. She loves to learn different languages and cultures. Can be smart then a dumbass the next moment. Underneath the innocent face is a sultry attitude that she's mastered to control and portray to catch people off guard — though she gets flustered easily when complimented.

Before the Visit to the Louvre: A fresh graduate from BA Multimedia Arts, she earned enough money from commissions to travel to famous museums and relax before starting her work on an international news media site.

Likes:

Chocolates

Adobong Baboy (A Filipino dish)

Pancakes

All the pets!!

Flowers!!

Dressing up!!!

Warm colors

Modern day jokes

Performing

Fruits

Dislikes:

Arthur

Skirt chasers

Being belittled

"Arthur's little sister"

Not knowing what is happening

Being stagnant (not doing anything)

Washing the dishes

Skills and Special Abilities:

Can understand several languages because of her constant travelling, speaks Spanish and Filipino very fluently.

Paints

Writes short stories

Can act like a completely different person if needed

Can go for three days without sleep or sleep for three days, no in between.

Inhales food like Kirby, her stomach has a void somewhere and she gets full very rarely.

Plays the violin (when she was a kid, very rusty today)

Paired with:  Vincent Van Gogh

Life in the Mansion: On a daily basis, she helps Sebastian in his duties. Sometimes, she can be found talking business and assessing deals with Theo. She can also be seen in her room rereading Arthur's first manuscripts and editing them. When taking a break, she's sitting by the garden and having tea with le Comte, or watching Vincent paint. She would drop by the library an hour before bed to have a quick foreign language lesson with Leonardo.

Other Info:

She sings when painting very softly, especially when its raining where the pitter patter can drown out her voice.

Cries a lot in her sleep, mostly because of overthinking. She's gotten used to a life where she would be happy for one moment and devastated the next.

She bites. Metaphorically and literally. Arthur got hurt because of it one time.

Bribed easily with sweets — to an extent. She's not that stupid.

Always screams when surprised from behind while quickly whipping around to slap whoever jumped on her. She got a terrible childhood history with those kinds of surprises.

Slaps people by accident when she gets all panicky and will constantly apologize for such a rude habit.

Secretly very horny and has earned a PhD in self control. (Really makes you think that she's actually Arthur's long lost sibling)

She can't smell her peach scent which drives her nuts. A lot of people had told her that since coming in to the mansion. She's never even had peaches before.

The scent grows stronger after sex and bathing, which she found odd because none of the products she uses has peaches as an ingredient. She even uses a different perfume every time but the peach scent still somehow overpowers it.

Vampires are the only ones who can smell the scent, human don't.

Never touch her notebook. Ever. She's insecure about whatever notes and doodles she has. She's hidden it deep in her closet that even she herself forgets.

When questioned why she "doesn't look like a Filipina," she answers with deadpan eyes and a bored look. "We were colonized by the Spaniards for 3 centuries. My grandfather is Spanish." She's tired of being asked often.

Has acted for school plays all her life.

Laughs at everything.

Cries when mad, it adds annoyance to herself.

[shall-we-imagine]

The more you know. (Part 2 of Fear is an illusion *Badboy!Klaus AU*)

Yes, guys, it's finally here! After centuries, I've arrived with the sequel since I was missing badboy!Klaus 😂

Genre: a romcom tbh

SUPER fucking long tbh. I think.

(Second Person Point of View)

"Okay, listen; I'm not saying you aren't capable of marrying Jungkook; I'm just saying it's rather unlikely for you to have a face to face conversation in the first place!" Guy argues, almost walking sideways to look at Amelia. It was a habit of his when arguing; regardless of what he's doing, he needs to face whoever he's arguing with. So, the fact that you were all walking on a sidewalk of a busy street didn't really prevent him from turning his upper body towards her.

"Well, If I were to carry out the ellaborate plan that I've already come up with in my head, I have a good chance of getting at least 2 minutes with him, and scientifically, guys take what? Like 9 seconds to fall in love?" Amelia insists. 

By now, it was perfectly normal for these two to argue about the weirdest things, and you just learned to enjoy it and laugh.

You intervene, possibly keeping the disagreement going, "I don't think that's accurate information, Amelia.."

"Yeah, putting 'scientifically' before it doesn't just make it science, Amelia!" Guy further teases her.

"Why are y'all ganging up on me?!" She huffs, placing her fists on her hips.

You laugh, "We aren-" but before you can finish your sentence, a shop worker cuts you off. You expected it to be one of those 'hey can I have 5 minutes of your time? Cool! How about you donate to save the single-toed-red-nosed-pink-haired wobbly penguins of the saudi deserts; it'll only be 7 thousand dollars a day!' People that you can never escape; Is this the end? Is he gonna talk you to death? Will you be another victim of the never ending advertising violence?? Maybe! But today's not the day; good for you!

"Would you like to try our new unicorn cupcakes? We're handing out a free cupcake for every drink you buy!" You turn towards the man. He stood on one of the few steps that led to the entrance of the shop, displaying a bright smile, as he held a sign with their offer written on it along with the picture of the cupcake.

Regardless of his undeniable beauty, his attractiveness wasn't why you stared too much. It was something else. You'd seen that guy before; you were sure of it! But where?

Before you could pinpoint where you'd seen the man before, your friends cheered in agreement. The blond man chuckles, motioning with his right hand towards the glass doors, "Follow me, then!"

While your friends observed the store in awe, your attention seemed to be focused elsewhere..

The man seemed to draw you in by some strange force; it was like you'd known him before. Perhaps it was just the warm aura surrounding him, or maybe you were exaggerating and you just found him attractive, cuz to be fair, he was. Unable to solve the mystery, you carry on staring at his back till he reaches the counter. His broad shoulders were impossible to miss, and even though his muscular, built body would fit on a Calvin Klein ad, here he was, dressed in a pastel pink button up shirt, paired with light blue jeans and a brown apron. He even had a little, brown handkerchief scarf tied around his neck plus a brown beret, for some fucking reason. You chuckle to yourself as you look at the back of his head, blonde hair peeking from underneath the accessory.

Wait.

"I've waited for it to snow since forever!" You let out a groan of pleasure, staring at the snow flakes as they gently float to the ground, forming a beautiful white cover to coat the streets.

"Would you mind keeping those noises for the bedroom?" Guy fakes a disgusted look.

You playfully slap his arm, but before you could respond, Amelia yells for you to watch out, causing you to jump away from the street in panic. Due to the slippery nature of the snow, your butt collides with the ground, just in time for a guy on a motorcycle to zoom past you.

"Yo, watch where you're going!" You shout, more to show your annoyance than to gain a reaction from the stranger.

The man turns to look at you with a smile, "Sorry, sweetheart, didn't see you there." He yells back.

That smile. That fucking smile and that pretty hair. It's him, isn't it?!   

"Man, you're doing great today! You've brought in like half our customers since morning!" Another male, wearing the same uniform (excluding the questionable beret), pats the blond on the back. "You deserve some type of reward for it!"

The brown-haired male stands behind the counter. "So, you're ordering the offer or?" He props his glasses on the bridge of his nose before pressing some buttons on the screen in front of him. Instead of replying, you could only glare at the blond. Your pants were barely even dry! 

"Yes!" Regardless, Amelia cheers, "I'll have a caramel frappuccino; Guy?" She turns to her left.

"Hmm. I think I'll have that too." He nods with a smile.

"(Y/N)?" Amelia turns to you.

"Oh, um.." Left hand under your chin, you direct your attention away from the jerk and observe the menu in silence, feeling pressured to pick something quickly, considering everyone was waiting for you. "Just hot chocolate, please." You smile at the cashier. 

Everyone's attention was then turned back to the cashier as he recites your orders; however you could still feel a pair of eyes on you. "You left him, huh?" The owner of the lingering gaze muses, leaving you puzzled. 

"Huh?" You turn to face him, unintentionally letting your hand float awkwardly in the air. Taking the position of your hand to his advantage, the man grabs your hand, his fingers taking hold of your ring finger in particular. "What are you-" alarmed and annoyed, you attempt to pull your hand away, but his statement momentarily stole any energy left in you. 

"Your ring. It's gone. You called off the engagement." You almost thought he was unamused, but he lifts his head to stare into your eyes, smirking in the process. "You listened to me." 

"W-what?" That's when you were able to pull your hand out of his grasp, but it merely flew up to your mouth. "..Klaus?" You whispered. The familiar name rolled off your tongue, leaving an aftertaste of nostalgia. 

"Awwhh! You remember me after all! I'm flattered!" He mockingly exaggerates flattery and places his hand on his chest. 

"Who's Klaus?" Guy wonders aloud, earning a response from Amelia. 

"He's (Y/N)'s knight in shining armour." She clasps her fingers together in front of her chest. Leaning closer to Guy, She then proceeds to add her own recollection of the story, as if her previous answer wasn't humiliating enough. "They had a steamy night together in a pool." She smirks. 

"It was just a kiss!" Face burning with embarrassment, you attempt to silence your too-talkative-for-her-own-good friend. 

"I would say it was rather steamy though." Klaus winks. 

"Shut up!" You sputter nonsense, trying to change the subject, "p-plus, what even is this?! Weren't you like a bad boy or a punk or whatever last time I saw you?? Now you're..selling unicorn cupcakes?!" 

"Hey, what's wrong with unicorn cupcakes?!" The male behind the cashier protests. 

"Yeah, at least he's not selling drugs, y'know?" Guy shrugs. 

"What? Bad boys can't earn a living nowadays?" Klaus acts indignant, and for a moment all you could hear is your friends and the staff acting as dramatic as yourself on your particularly difficult period days. 

"W-well..ugh! Just nevermind!" Then another accusation came to mind, "wait! Earlier! It was you on the motorcycle, wasn't it?! I fell over because of you! My jeans are still wet because of you!" 

"That's what she said." Guy mumbles to Amelia, who snickers, leading you to add this to the list of reasons you don't know why you're friends with these two. 

Unlike Guy who tried to keep the joke between the two of them, Amelia ensures you hear hers. "He got you wet twice so far!" They both almost fall over laughing. Do you kill yourself yet? 

Klaus laughs, "You have funny friends." 

"Lucky me." Sarcasm dripping from your words, you sigh. 

"Your drinks." The brown-haired worker pushes your drinks towards you. "And your cupcakes!" He hands each of you a cupcake, adorned with white, pastel pink, and pastel purple icing. On top of the cupcake stood a proud golden cone, representing a unicorn's horn. The glittery wrapping of the cupcakes and the tiny 'pearls' scattered on top added to how cute the dessert look. It was literally too adorable to be eaten. 

"Well, we have some catching up to do, so get your stuff, and we'll go." Klaus takes off his apron and walks past a door that held a Staff Only sign. 

"What? What are you talking about?!" Raise your voice as much as you please, the only response you're getting is dirty looks from other customers. 

"Come on; you wanted to run into him again, didn't you?" Amelia nudges you. "Well, he's right here in front of you; you won't just let him go, will you? You may not get this chance ever again." 

"Amelia, we know where he works; what are you-" She presses her index finger to Guy's lips, cutting off his reasonable assertion. 

"So? Are you gonna take the interesting, fun, Ameliazing option? Or are you gonna be as boring as your friend here?" She glances at Guy at the end of her last question.

"I wasn't really giving her a choice anyway." A voice from behind distracts you and your friends from Amelia's nonsense. 

"Your drink." Klaus, who now looked more similar to the Klaus in your memory, hands you the hot paper cup you hadn't picked up yet. "Let's go." He tilts his head towards the entrance. 

"I'm sorry, what? Where are you going? Your shift hasn't ended yet!" The beret-less worker rushes to stop Klaus. 

"You just said I deserve a reward, didn't you?" Klaus pats the guy (who only now did you notice wore a badge that said manager) on the shoulder before walking towards the entrance of the café. 

"Klaus! Klaus!" No matter how many times he called out, the blond wouldn't budge. "Dammit; he just never listens." He sighs, ruffling his hair in defeat. 

"So? Go after him!" Amelia pushes you forward. She throws her hand over Guy's shoulder, "Guy and I will hang out for a bit; you go have fun with your saviour!" 

"He only gave her advice; I wouldn't clasify him as a 'saviour', like-" Guy's logic was once again cut off by Amelia's louder nonsense; she nudges him and proceeds to kick you outside into the cold arms of the snowy weather. 

"Took you long enough." Your 'saviour' mumbles, swinging his leg over his motorcycle and waving for you to do the same. 

××× 

"You spilled half my drink, and I think I squeezed the flour out of my poor cupcake.." you look down at the tilted horn and what’s left of the pearls. Even the icing was downgraded from a professional's work to a child's free time in the kitchen. 

Klaus sighs, "I work there; I'll make you another." 

"Good. And I ain't payin' for it, just so you know." 

 Klaus face palms, his leather, fingerless gloves in full view, "That drink costs like three dollars but sure. Now can we move on with our date?" 

"When did I ever agree to this being a date?" You cross your arm and look away with pride. 

"I can always just take off with this baby and leave you here." He pats the motorcycle and shrugs, giving you a challenging smirk. 

"Asshole." You mumble. 

He sighs. "Can we just go?" 

After a short pause, Klaus raises an eyebrow" Why are you still holding onto those?" You look down at the deformed paper cup in your hand and the mess that used to be the most beautiful cupcake you'd ever seen. A moment of silence for that brave fallen soldier. 

Or maybe not. Klaus had already snatched the items and placed them on the ground, next to the brick wall that seemed to go on forever. Did he take you to China or something? 

"Let's go; my friend is waiting." You wondered what that meant, and where he was taking you, but with Klaus, you quickly learned not to question him, for his brain was wired differently. He'd decided the best way to cheer a stranger up was to sneak them into a pool. It couldn't be any stranger than that, could it? 

"A barn? Why are you taking me here?" Flashbacks to horror stories you'd read about people getting murdered in such places popped into your head, and even though it was just Klaus, you started thinking of how you don't actually know Klaus. He could literally be a drug dealer, and you wouldn't know. He could be the murderer that kills people in barns! And! Again! You! Wouldn't! Know! Yippiiee.. 

"My friend is waiting inside. Now be quiet; we don't want to alarm anyone that we're here, cuz again, this isn't my property." Klaus pulls you by the arm and stealthily begins walking towards the building, slightly crouching while keeping you both in the shadows. You wonder if you should be crouching too, but it looked rather comical, so you quickly decide against it and walk awkwardly behind him - back prefectly straight - instead. 

His answer left you with more questions than you previously had had. You felt like a child that was just told there were more candy in the big white van... 

Why did you think this was okay? To follow some stranger into an empty area at night like this? It was ridiculously stupid, but here you are. 

When you reached the doors to the barn, he facepalmed. "I forgot about this; I don't have anything on me to use...do you have a bobby pin?"

"Uh, I think so.." You fish through your pockets; you had a habit of forgetting stuff in there, so there was really no telling what you might find. 

"There." You hand him a slightly chapped bobby pin. 

He bends it in some odd shape before turning to stick it into the keyhole of the lock hanging from a chain around the door handles. 

"Not to be that person, but what are you doing?" You bend to peek at his hands as they tinker with the lock. 

"What does it look like I'm doing?" You couldn't see his face, but you were pretty sure he just rolled his eyes. 

"What? You just walk around sneaking into places in your free time?! How are you not in jail?! You said we were meeting a friend!" His head snaps towards you, eyes glaring daggers at you. 

"Do you want to go to jail? Because you couldn't be any louder than you are right now. I'm not in jail because I'm good at it, unlike some people. And we are meeting a friend; this is my dad's stable if it makes you feel any better. We're not stealing anything. We’re just borrowing it." He shrugs and gets back to work, lock clicking open a moment later. 

"But I don't understand. If it's your dad's, why are we sneaking around?" Klaus pushes the doors open, revealing rows and rows of hourses on each side of you. Why anyone would need that much horses you couldn't understand. 

"I don't talk to him anymore, but that doesn't mean I won't be visiting my friends here. Specifically this one." He pauses next to a black horse with a white patch on its forehead, and said horse immediately nuzzles closer to him, rubbing its head to the side of a very pleased Klaus's face. 

"Why don't you?" The realization of how little you know about Klaus shifted from scaring you to slapping you right across the face with guilt. Last time, you were so upset with the engagement, you didn't even think of asking about what Klaus is like or what his family is like or anything. 

 "He's angry I didn't pursue medicine like he did. He doesn't approve of my studies, so I left." He appeared visibly uncomfortable by the topic, so you tried to shift it a little. 

"What did you pursue?" Even though the stable was dimly lit, nothing could hide the pink tint on his cheeks. 

"Culinary studies." 

 "Oh, that's pretty cool! When are you cooking me something?" You tease, but genuine excitement was clear in your grin and voice. 

"Never. Now, shut up and pick a horse! I'll be taking Thunder here, and since it's your first time, I'd suggest you take-" He bites back whatever he was going to say and resorts to pointing at a beautiful brown horse opposite to Thunder. "That one." 

"What? Don't tell me you named it that one. Also, what makes you think it's my first time?" You puff your chest out, a hand on your hip. 

"It's not?" 

You slump, "It is." 

Klaus shakes his head in disbelief, "Just let me strap down the saddles, and then we can go." 

"You haven't told me its name! I can't just walk around calling it that one. Why do you get a horse named Thunder, and I get a horse named that one?!" You complain for absolutely no reason other than to get on his nerves because it was always funny to see the chill bad boy lose his cool. 

"He has a name, okay? And I'm giving you that one, because it's a gelding, so it's rather gentle and easy to control; Thunder is a mare, so she's pretty aggressive for a beginner. Plus, she tends to not listen to strangers...or to most people to be fair.." He begins strapping down the saddles, stirrups, reins, and a lot of other stuff you don't know the names of. 

You wondered if it was a good idea to tease him while he was placing the things that would keep you on top of the horse and not fall to your death. Oh well.  "What's his name then?" He mumbles something in response, but you couldn't hear a single letter of it. "What?”

"Sparkle! His name is Sparkle! I was 13, okay?!" You could tell he was seconds away from zipping that leather jacket up to his forehead if he could. And for that reason, of course, you burst into laughter. It was the most unexpected thing you could've heard from him yet also the sweetest; sure, the guy works at a place that sells unicorn cupcakes; you probably shouldn't have been that surprised by how soft this is, but still, you couldn't help but want to pinch his cheeks or something. You prefer not to die though, so you keep the thought to yourself. 

"That's so cute! I'll take Sparkle; I love him already!" You giggle. 

"Just shut up." He mutters, cheeks still red (You prefer to think it was because he was blushing and not because of the cold weather). 

"Come on; it's adorable! Turns out you're not as harsh as you want to appear to be." You wiggle your eyebrows at the male that was physically very capable of bashing your brains in with no weapons whatsoever but one that was also too nice to hurt anyone. Well, he does trespass on people's properties, but let's pretend that's not a crime. 

"Remind me why I'm on a date with you?" He hands you the rein strapped to Sparkle. You only giggle in response, following him outside, carefully pulling the horse along. 

"Well, that doesn't feel very sneaky." You mumble. You were both just dragging two grown-ass horses in the middle of an empty landscape coated with layers of snow that gave away the positions of your relatively dark horses and yourselves extra easily. "Plus, is it even safe to ride horses in that snow?" 

"Yeah, they're able to walk on that type of snow just fine." He replies, still dragging Thunder to God knows where. You follow him, asking no questions. 

The only conversations made were between you and Sparkle; it felt kinda one-sided, but you were sure Sparkle was warming up to you. 

Finally, Klaus paused, causing you to excitedly stand next to him, so you could see your destination. Your eyes glint in awe; it was an abandoned beach with several cliffs staring down at the frozen body of water and the white cover surrounding it. 

"It's Thunder and I's favourite place." Klaus beams. "I don't have to tell you, right? No running onto the frozen water; we don't know how stable it is. Plus, horses don't do well on ice." He warns, and it slightly worries you that he speaks as if he'd seen it happen before. You don't ask. 

"Sure." 

"Now, let me give you some instructions." He begins showing you the basics of how to control the horse and assures you the horse won't slip and kill you both. "Easy enough?" 

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I can do that." You nod, tingles of anticipation wrapping your whole body. Klaus easily gets on top of Thunder, leaving you to stare at Sparkle, whose stirrup was about chest height to you. That made getting on top of it seem like a bit of a challenge. 

"Um..how do I..?" He'd explained how to do it, but all of that seemed useless as you wondered how you even place your left leg on the stirrup in the first place. 

"Oh, sorry, I forgot I need to hold him for you, since you haven't tried this before." He dismounts and holds the rein for you, looking at you as if he just solved world hunger. He hadn't even solved your how-to-get-on-top-of-a-horse-twice-your-size problem.

He seemed to realize you were still incapable of doing anything after the mini staring contest you had with him. He sighs, shoulders slumping. "Do you always have trouble climbing stuff?" 

"I'll have you know I climb stuff all the time, but excuse me for not having a rich dad that owns an entire stable of horses or for not climbing walls to sneak into pools. I'm pretty sure most people can agree with me!" You huff and place your fists on each side of your hips. 

"Of course." He shakes his head and approaches you. "I'll lift you up by the waist then you do the steps I told you...as well as you can while you're standing on air, I guess...I'll help; just go ahead." He stands behind you and squats down a bit, wrapping his arms around your hips and pulling you off the floor. The amount of strength this guy has. Does cooking count as a sport?? Cuz damn.

You place your left foot on the stirrup and swing your right leg over the horse while Klaus helps push and steady you on top. 

"You're welcome!" Klaus yells mockingly before walking back to the black horse that stood out beautifully in its pale surroundings. 

At first, you were extremely tense, trying your best not to fuck up and piss off Sparkle in any way. The horse was gentle enough; you didn't wanna change that. Soon enough, though, you were racing against Klaus, icy wind violently blowing your hair back. The cold air striking your face and entire body felt freeing in some way; you wanted to live in that moment forever, giggling as you try to catch up with the guy that had way more training than you ever did. 

You felt unstoppable- unbreakable. Maybe you were high off speed or weather, but whichever it was, you didn't care; you just wanted to enjoy this sensation to the fullest. 

"Do you wanna stop here for a bit?" Klaus yells, not bothering to slow down (probably fearing you'd take lead for one second before he beats you again). 

"Sure!" You yell back. 

As Klaus gets off, you decide to try and dismount without his help. It didn't seem like a good idea, but you did it anyway. It was going well at first, but then you realized how far the ground really is, causing you to stumble back a bit after violently hitting the ground with your foot, which wouldn't have been a problem if your right foot wasn't still stuck in the stirrup. 

Of course you had to fall onto your back in the most humiliating way possible. "Great. Twice in the same day." You huff, glaring at the sky, not really bothering to get up. 

Klaus clutches his stomach as he doubles over, laughing. It would've been a wonderful view if it weren't for the fact that he was laughing at you. 

You sit up to stare at him, "Come on; it's not that funny!" 

He merely pauses to take a breather and utter out "Whatever you say." Then, immediately, he's back to hysterical laughter. 

Without thinking too much, you find yourself charging at the tall blond, tackling him to the ground. "Now that is funny." You smirk. 

His face mirrors yours- a smirk tugging at his lips. "Now that is hot." He whispers, gently pushing his lips against yours. 

He props himself up on his elbow, keeping his right hand free to get lost in your hair. You place your knees on each side of his torso, hands cupping his face as you take lead of the kiss. 

Klaus sits up, careful not to push you off by accident (now that would be such a mood killer), now placing his left hand on your hip and pulling you closer to him. Both of you snuggle closer to feel as much of each other's warmth as you could. 

"I almost forgot how good that felt." You breathe out with a chuckle after you both break the kiss. Your foreheads were still only centimeters apart, allowing you to admire the details of Klaus's face up close. The way his eyes glint, the thick eyelashes you definitely weren't jealous of, the way his lips pull into a smile when he notices you staring- he was beautiful in so many different ways. 

"Maybe we should do it more often. That way, you can never forget." You wanted to kiss that smug-ass expression right off his gorgeous face. 

"Shut up." You slap his arm playfully and get up. The cold air hitting you hard, now that your mind wasn't focused on kissing an attractive blond. 

"You're cold." Klaus states. 

"I'm oka-" before you could finish, he placed his leather jacket on your shoulders, leaving him with only a long-sleeved shirt. 

"What are you doing?! Do you want to die of hypothermia?! Why aren't you dressed in layers of clothes?! I'm wearing literally my entire closet; why aren't you?!" You place the jacket back on an amused-looking Klaus. "We need to get you somewhere warm; let's go." 

Klaus chuckles but doesn't object. 

"Well, um, a little help here first." You sheepishly turn back to Klaus when you remember your little issue with riding the horse. "Not a word, Klaus!" You warn, knowing he was trying his best not to burst into laughter. 

"I didn't say anything." He raises his hands in defence- a grin still splattered right across his face

The ride back was a lot slower; maybe because neither one of you wanted your time together to end. Both horses walk side by side, allowing you and Klaus to have a normal conversation without yelling.

"Is it okay if I ask you something personal?" Your eyes search his features for any sign of discomfort.

"Sure." He replies with ease.

"Why haven't you tried to fix your relationship with your dad. I mean you can't possibly stop talking to him for something so trivial; he's family."

Klaus sighs, not out of annoyance but more like he hasn't thought of this in a long time. After a few moments of silence, excluding the sound of hooves repeatedly sinking through the crust of snow, his small, vulnerable voice broke the silence, "I'm scared."

He laughs lightly, mockery and insecurity instead of happiness evident in the action. "Ironically." He adds. "I advise you not to be scared, but here I am." 

"Everyone's scared of something. It's what makes us human, isn't it?" You turn your head to give him a smile- a slightly tense one, though, since you weren't used to directing your attention to anything but the horse while riding.

"I guess so."

"But you have to talk to him. Just like you encouraged me to do what I was scared of, I encourage you to do what you're scared of. What's the worst that could happen anyway? He gets mad? You already don't talk. You have nothing to lose."

He stays quiet, only giving a simple nod. It makes you wonder if you should've kept quiet about it after all. Did you make him uncomfortable?

"You're probably right." His sudden reply - though quiet enough - startles you, almost knocking you off the horse.

"This time we should stay in contact then you can tell me how it went." You half joke, still not believing that last time you two idiots actually kissed and enjoyed each other's companies but forgot to mention any method of communication. But here you are, together again.

"Of course." He laughs.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

xxx

Your phone buzzes, signalling a text.

SparKLAUS: guess where I am?

You: not trespassing I hope

SparKLAUS: ha ha very funny

SparKLAUS sent a photo.

You smile in awe at the selfie of himself and three other blonds that looked a lot like him; it would be creepy if you didn't know they were his father and siblings. They were all gathered around a fireplace, dressed in layers of clothing to keep themselves warm- Klaus, being the only one dressed in black. However, upon closer inspection, you could see white and blue peeking from beneath Klaus's leather jacket: a sweater. For once, Klaus was dressed appropriately and not trying to freeze to death.

SparKLAUS: you're late Miss Always On Time

SparKLAUS: we might just eat the cake without you

You: noooo I'm omw!!

SparKLAUS: never heard that one before

You: shut up goldstein 

You grab your purse and rush out the door, eager to meet up with Klaus and his family. Of course, eager to taste his baking for the first time as well.

[katie-----luv]

ANSWERING QUESTIONS FROM THORAYA MARONESY

Can you describe someone you love?

He’s tall. He’s so dumb sometimes. Very very handsome. He makes my heart beat so hard that i feel like i’ll throw up if i stay around him. Even if I'm just thinking about him or have something of his, i feel absolutely crazy about him. I can't tell anyone who it is, but i want the whole freaking world to know how much i love this person because of how amazing he is. He wears his heart on his sleeve and gives up so much to make others comfortable and happy. He matches his clothes well haha and when he smiles, he makes me wanna stare forever. I could literally look at him all day. He asks me things that no one else cares about and he makes me feel so welcome. Even though I literally cannot be with him for so many reasons, he will always be the one that i will love more than anyone in the entire universe and i hate it but it is reassuring that I can love someone so much. He’ll never leave too. And the best thing about him is he gives the most amazing hugs. Long, amazing hugs. Middle of the night or 4 am, he always wants a hug from me. And no matter why or what happened, i will always want a hug from him. Because he just makes me feel everything. I love him so much that even if it's indescribable, i still try because it's worth it for him. Even if these words barely light the candles on the cake. 

What's the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?

I think my sister. We’re sisters, ya know, we hate each other one second, but the next, she is as amazing as she was before. I think she is the most beautiful because of how she deals with life. She always questions, she gets deep. She isn’t simple-minded at all, very talented in art. She is the smartest person I've ever known personally. And I love how free she is. In a sense where she doesn't want to be like everyone else. She deals with her own crap like everyone else but at the end of the day, she is still getting back up and laughing. And she is so weird too haha. She likes things like care bears and wants to move to a billion different places and do a billion different careers and marry an Australian man. Her goals and personality just crack me up.

Can you define love?

Love doesn't really have a definition in my opinion. If you really love someone, you’re left speechless, you don't have the words to define what you feel because of how overpowering it is.

Can you define hate?

Hate is a major pain that is..like it feels like someone put a blanket on your heart and took swings at it until whatever or whoever you hate walked away. It's a pain that makes you feel more angry at one thing than anything else i guess.

What's your biggest regret?

I have plenty but I guess the one that sums them all up would be ever lying. Lying is what gave me more regrets. If not lying then maybe falling in love. No one really thinks i have ever been in love but i was in love with someone and they were in love with a made up version of me pretty much. I miss them everyday and i lost them bc i lied. So yeah, goes with lying but i hate that i ever fell in love with them whether it was real them or just a lie too.

Kindest act?

When i was in 3rd or 4th grade, I had a bunch of money saved up, close to $200 from birthday money and other holiday money. I spent some. I didn't know what to do with the rest, so I gave it to my school counselor to give to the leukemia charity that they were funding for the month. When they announced on the announcement that i was the biggest donator, they got my name wrong and called me Kayle instead, but I didn't care because I knew I did something good. It was $97.

Wildest dream?

I’ve had some crazy ones so it's hard to choose or remember all of one.

Biggest fear?

I used to think it was being murdered or kidnapped or maybe even spiders. Now i know that it's of being hurt. I've been hurt by lots of people before and ive cried so many times alone but didn't wanna tell anyone and pushed it down. It ended up making me do some things that i shouldn't have because I didn't wanna think about being hurt and i feel like if i have to keep pushing things down, ill continue to be afraid to speak out and be sad for a long time again.

Best and worst quality?

That's kinda hard because i have a lot of both. I guess I'll just pick at random though because i can't chose. I have a quality that can be good and bad at the same time. It's that I'm forgiving, i don't know when to give up on people. It's good because I can give people chances which makes a good friendship bc i dont just drop them. But it's bad because sometimes i give the wrong people too many chances and get hurt over and over. But when i try to figure out when to let go and give up, i do it at the wrong time and make more issues. So it's complicated.

When have you felt the most alive?

If I'm choosing a whole time period, up until 4rd grade. A moment in the times I remember, when I dropped someone holding me back. I say up until 4rd grade because all times before then, I didn't care what people thought. I was never hurt like i have been since. I was a happy kid who played with littlest pet shop and had a billion besties. And i say when i dropped someone holding me back i mean that i was hung up on someone I thought loved me unconditionally and I loved them so much. He ended up not caring about me anymore which was understandable. But later on when I finally told him to go away because all he did was make me hurt, I stopped talking to him, and I was so so so SO free.

What's the best advice you’ve been given? 

You have to love people for who they are. My mom told me this. I don't like judging people or making people hurt or uncomfortable. But sometimes people have qualities that I just can't stand but they are some of my closest friends. So when my mom told me this, I felt like if i can't love them past these qualities, maybe i need to realize whether or not i love them really, because I can't change them to fit my needs or wants.

What's been your biggest obstacle?

Trying to get passed drama whether it was created by me for myself or drama with everyone. I made mistakes, I'm human, but it's been tough trying to learn from them. Now, I'm starting to see where I went wrong and moving past it to grow. 

Most embarrassing story?

I have a lot and I physically can't make myself type any bc they're so bad.

Your perfect life partner?

Someone who doesn't care when I'm being a bum. Someone who loves me and respects me. I'm not big on too much PDA. every once in a while, i'll kiss or hold someone's hand but usually, i feel embarrassed for whatever reason. So id like them to remember that and ask or hint first. I dunno.

What does beauty mean to you? 

Beauty means personality and looks to me. It doesn't mean hot or pretty. To me, beauty is how you describe someone that's indescribable.

Favorite memory?

Well i have a lot of memories that make me smile so much. But the one that I can think of off the top of my head is probably when I went up to Ohio where my cousins live around x-mas. The year before, my little cousin Silas passed away on New Years eve. We all went to this thing where they sang xmas music, had santa, and lit up some building. Me and all my cousins had our arms around each other and we were all singing together. It felt good that even though only a year before, we lost someone so young, we could all still smile and stay strong, together.

A moment that moved you?

I was at bob evans once with my mom and sister and a random old man paid for our meal and came to us saying he just wanted too. I never forgot that old man and that happened back when I was maybe 5 or 6 and i'm way now.

What would the title of your movie be?

hm...Self-inflicted because i self inflict too many issues for myself.

How have you changed?

I’ve learned so many lessons that I needed to learn.

What do you wish you said?

I wish i apologized about so much. I also wish I told my parents why I made so many mistakes. If i had done both of those things then I wouldn't have so many regrets because I would have had less drama and maybe some support or help.

Your last words?

I'm sorry i pushed it all down.

One thing you would change about yourself?

Maybe some of the things that go through my head. I can be really rude or sound super depressed. I would change how I handle that in my head.

Biggest pet peeve?

Matching and lint/hair on clothes. If you don't match or are covered in lint/hair, it makes me feel so anxious.

What's your purpose?

I think I may actually be too young to answer, but i'll tell you when i know.

Your one simple rule?

I think I have too many to answer that.

What are you looking forward to next?

Moving away. I have so many bad relationships with friends and ive lived in the same place for my entire life. I feel like i live in a box and i need to experience other places. I want to grow in life but is hard when i'm in the same place everything has happened. So moving will help me grow a lot.

What are you most proud of?

My academic achievements. I still suck at math but I'm hoping that I can fix that and maybe I'll really have all honors classes. As of now, I have almost all honors, just missing math.

What do you miss most in life?

Feeling happy for more than a short period of time. I'm not as sad as i used to be. But back when i was always depressed, i was the definition of pushing it all away around my family. I never told my parents and still haven't told them how sad I really always felt, only the jist, because of school and life. And now, i have better things that make me happy but at the end of the day, I always feel worthless and drained.

How would you like to be treated?

I would like to be treated like i'm as equal as everyone else. My close friends know that I haven't been in a good place for a while, i went through family drama because of me for a while and i'm starting to finally fix my mistakes but it's tough because they all treat me like i can't be told about their problems since it might make me worse i guess. And I think that's also why they treat me like the ‘leader’. Out of pity. It's been that way my whole life. Even as a little kid. And i hate it. I just wanted to be treated like i'm a friend not like what i need matters more than anyone else's needs because i have ‘issues’.

What do you want to let go of?

Everything that's been put in the past. I know it's been put there for a reason. Everything happens for a reason. I want to let go of the mistakes I made in the past because I opened my eyes and saw that that's what they are, mistakes. And even if it happened yesterday, i wanna let go, because it's time to move on if it's not happening.

What does the world need?

A big slap of sense. So many are oblivious to the issues we cause to the world and what issues are just happening to the world. While some things are serious, there are bigger problems than what celebrity slept with someone last night. Things such as suicicide and global warming are real and everyones too busy worrying about chris hemsworth’s abs and so and so’s herpes. I'm guilty of it too, but more and more I realize that there's serious things happening and no one is doing much. 

What makes you happy?

There's a few things but for some reason, my cousins makes me unbelievably happy. When I'm around them, they're not my cousins. They are the best best friends I could ever ask for. I have never loved anyone more than I love all of them. When i hear i get to see them, I'm on it! I hope for the words ‘we’re going to ohio’ every second. I absolutely love them to death, even the ones who are slower than turtles. If they were my siblings, I would want to be home daily with all of them. I cant even explain how much my heart screams to be around all of them and i have no idea why. They're all so amazing. And so are their parents and grandparents and all of them. When my family is with them, i see how much fun they have and it makes me even happier because my parents don't hangout with too many friends or close family. But with them, they talk and laugh as much as I do and I love seeing them so happy.

Have you ever had your heart broken?

OH YEAH! By friends, crushes, family. I guess if I chose one from each category, friends would be when one of my closest friends told my whole school that i had leukemia and i was getting treated. So many kids asked if I was okay and I was all, ‘what?’ when I found out, I confronted her and she lied about it. And when i didn't accept her apology, I did say some uncalled for things, but she made me feel like she could just throw away friendships left and right and she didn't care what happened. But when she lost all her friends, she cared, and she put us all on a bully form because we decided we didn't need a friend who would do something like that. And it was hard watching it happen because we’d been friends our whole life. For crushes, when I was in 5th grade, I was finally in class again with a life long crush. But he played me a bunch of times and bullied me along with his friends. That stuck with me, everything they said and did, but i only cried about it alone because I didn't think it was that serious that they bullied me. Now i see it was. For family..i think when my little cousin silas passed, I realized how serious death was because I was in 6th grade at the time, I understood it all completely. It broke me big time because id met him once and he was a sweet kid. While it brought our entire family together because of his funeral, I bawled the whole time because i felt like i could've done more to interact with him even though I never had the actual chance really. 

The hardest question I've asked?

Thats hard to answer. I think when I had to ask myself if I thought being alive was worth it. I never thought i'd be the person to have to ask myself so when i did, it hit me hard and I had to take it seriously. 

What's beautiful about you?

I think it's that i always want change and am almost always willing to change. Yeah, i'm a person so sometimes I don't want to change anything. But to me, change is so good and the fact that I'm always growing because I'm constantly needing change is beautiful because it makes me mature rather than be naive forever.

How did you find out Santa isn't real?

Oh haha. My sister. We had an elf on the shelf and her and I touched it to test if it would move still. It did. So i question if Santa was real because the elf wasn't. And i would hear people moving all the time when i went to bed x-mas eve. Yeah, i took it easily. But in the back of my head, i was always kinda salty that my sister ruined the fantasy for me. But better now than never.

How do you get through hard times?

I cry. I don't like talking about problems, I feel embarrassed and alone when I have them. So I write and I cry. Which is probably one of the worst ways to deal with it all, but music also helps and I think plenty use music to get through things.

When did you realize you weren't like everyone else?

When i realized how sad i always was. And maybe when i saw how i wasnt a super skinny kid. I'm not fat. But i'm not a stick like all these girls. And i noticed that. But yeah, when i started to feel more and more sad as I got older. And I saw how not too many others were like that.

Worst decision?

Lying because it only made life worse.

1 strange fact about me?

I have a weird birthmark where my leg starts to lead up to my underwear line on the left side. I hate wearing swimsuits like underwear because of it. It's dumb.

Most complicated question ive asked?

I honestly don't know about that one.

What do you look for in a man?

I look for a deeper part of them. I look for things like the nerdy vibes. I like nerdy or depressed guys. I don't like depressed dudes because they're depressed but because they’re the ones with the deep, interesting thoughts. And nerdy because i think dorky guys are adorable. But either way, I like when they listen and their understanding and sweet. I like when they talk a lot, but not more than me. When they make dumb jokes and do more than play video games, i like that. And when they have fashion sense. And shower.

What are you scared to share with people?

Probably what my mistakes actually are.

Earliest memory?

I have a few that I remember being super young but i don't know which one was the first one but one that I like a lot is when I was really young my mom would throw my sister and i big birthday parties and I had a close friend named Gavin Bush. he and I were close because his sister Emma was besties with my sister. But i remember at my birthday party, we were eating rice krispies together and laughing. He had a huge crush on me for the longest time and I always feel bad that I didn't notice much. But i mean, laughing with him was one of my favorite things to do back then. 

Most painful thing you've ever been told?

That i lost all trust. I lied too much and my parents told me that i lost any trust they had in me. But i try everyday to build it back up.

Kindest thing you’ve been told?

That i keep people happy, even when I'm going throw something myself. My friends have told me that even when they're mad or upset, I still make them laugh and while it pisses them off, they love that about me.

What are you ashamed of?

My body. I love some things about it and hate others. I hate my thighs and stretch marks but i remember that someone out there could care less and only cares for my mind and i feel better.

Worst thing you've done to please someone?

Lied about my whole life pretty much. Or said someone said one thing when they said the opposite to protect their feelings.

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The Un-Making of the West, Vol. III: Behead Those Who Say Islam is Violent

In Europe, approximately five percent of Sweden’s population consists of Muslim males, and yet they account for 77% of total rapes in that country; by one estimate, 95% of all crime in Sweden is committed by “migrants.” In one year alone, the number of sexual assaults committed by “migrants” living in Austria jumped 133% from 2015 to 2016. In 2015, again, in one year alone, crimes committed by Muslim migrants in Germany jumped 79%. In the first six months of 2016, Muslims migrants committed an average of 780 crimes a day. 56% of the Syrian migrants living in Britain have committed crimes within the last year. Over three quarters of the crime committed in Denmark’s capital, Copenhagen, is by these “migrants.” Roughly 6% of Belgium’s population is Muslim, but 35% of its prison population is. 8-10% of France’s population is Muslim, but estimates ranging from 40-70% of their prison population is. Around 4% of Spain’s population is Muslim, but 70% of its prison population is. A majority of Britain’s prison population is now Muslim. Nine out of the ten most “criminally inclined” ethnic groups in Europe hail from Muslim-majority nations.

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In Australia, Victoria police stated that in 2012 Sudanese (0.1% of the population) and Somali (0.05% of the population) immigrants were approximately five times more likely to commit crimes than other state residents. The rate of offending was 1301.0 per 100,000 for native Australians in Victoria, whereas for the Sudanese it was 7109.1 per 100,000 individuals and 6141.8 per 100,000 for Somalis. The Sudanese and Somalis seem to have a particular affinity for assault, which represents 29.5% for Sudanese and 24.3% for Somalis of their offences. Three years later, Victoria police data showed that male Sudanese “youths” were “vastly over-represented” in criminal behavior, responsible for 7.44% of home invasions, 5.65% of car thefts, and 13.9% of aggravated robberies. Again, keep in mind the Sudanese are 0.1% of Victoria’s population, and young males are only maybe a quarter to a sixth of that 0.1%. That is an astounding overrepresentation. In January 2018, Acting Chief Commissioner Shane Patton stated that, “We have for a significant period of time said that there is an issue with overrepresentation by African youth in serious and violent offending as well as public disorder issues.” Victoria Police noticed youth offending "go to a new level" in 2016, and the State Government responded by:

Adding resources to the gangs squad and special operations group

Recruiting 3,135 additional frontline police

Funding an intelligence system, bulletproof vehicles and other technology and resources.

Fretting over diversity makes permissible the fact that Muslims account for 1% of the U.S. population but 40% of its workplace discrimination claims. That’s the erosion of your social capital at work! The United States issues over 1.6 million green cards to people from Muslim-majority nations between 2001 and 2013. From the Office of Refugee Resettlement Annual Report to Congress Fiscal Year 2013, we know that 19.7% of Middle Eastern refugees get public housing, 68.3% receive cash assistance, 73.1% get Medicaid or RMA, and 91.4% receive food stamps. Muslims have been responsible for a full third of mass shootings over the past half-decade yet we are told to fear conservative Christians. We also get the benefit of Islam’s progressivism; as Abul Ala Mawdudi, the founder of Jamaat-e-Islami, in what can also be read as a ringing endorsement for identity politics pledges:

All those who are born of Muslim lineage will be considered to be Muslim, they will be subject to all Islamic laws, they will be compelled to perform the religious duties and obligations, and then whoever steps outside the fold of Islam will be executed. Following this announcement utmost effort should be made to save as many sons and daughters born of Muslims as possible from the lap of kafir. Then whoever cannot be saved by any means should be cut off and cast away, sadly but firmly, from his society forever. After this act of purification a new life for Islamic society may begin.

After all, It is not like a 1,400-year-and-counting jihad waged against Christendom has now been welcomed to our shores with open arms! This “purification” is nothing less than the implementation of sharia law in all of its repressive, regressive glory. As the American mouthpiece for sharia law proponents, Left-wing darling Linda Sarsour was recently named one of Glamour magazine’s Women of the Year for her organizing role in the George Soros-funded “intersectional” Women’s March in New York City this past year, representing further proof that the Left and Islam are bedfellows in one of the most hideous, appalling manifestations of ignorance and irrationality I’ve ever seen. As Ayaan Hirsi Ali notes:

The identity politics of our time has created a language of political correctness that sometimes verges on censorship. We have allowed the voice of the group, or whoever claims to represent the group, not only to speak for the individual, but sometimes to shout down the individual if his or her story does not fit with an approved narrative. We claim to fight for women’s rights, but we are not supposed to talk about the immense suffering of women in the Middle East because that might be construed as being offensive to Muslims. We are witnessing a major cultural shift in support for gay marriage across the West, but Iran remains beyond our criticism, even as the regime hangs gays, because that might be condemned as Islamophobic.

That’s right, even if you’re gay, you better shut your fucking mouth and accept that you’ve been superseded in the oppression hierarchy by Muslims, who ironically want to oppress and even better kill you. If you are gay, you must accept the implementation of “intersectional” sharia with nary a protestation! Don’t question the crater-sized blind spots and leaps in logic it takes to get to the point where, as Bruce Bawer informs us:

[In] the current progressive pecking order among officially recognized oppressed groups gays (especially affluent white gay American males) are at the bottom of the ladder; Muslims are at the very top. Which means that when gays criticize Islam, a decent progressive is supposed to scream “Islamophobe”; but when Muslims drop gays to their deaths off the roofs of buildings, one is expected to look away and change the topic…So it is that we end up seeing grotesquely absurd pictures of gay people waving banners that decry Islamophobia or that declare gay solidarity with Palestine.

Islam does not proscribe the killing of homosexuals; the only textual disagreements regard how the homosexuals should be killed. And I quote: (from the Quran 7:80-84) “For ye practice your lusts on men in preference to women: ye are indeed a people transgressing beyond bounds.... And we rained down on them a shower (of brimstone).” Lest you think I’m cherry-picking, this story is repeated at three other junctures in the Quran: 15:74, 27:58, and 29:40. Ali threw a “sodomite” from a minaret, and Abu Bakr burned a gay man at the stake. Good stuff.

If we listen to British imam Allama Muhammad Farooq Nazimi, it is clear that, “There is absolutely no doubt about it that the punishment for the person who shows disrespect for the Prophet is death,” so being even mildly critical of or satirizing Muhammad is a death sentence (see: Charlie Hebdo). By the way, the same television network (Noor TV) that aired Nazimi’s Koranic interpretations also literally sold indulgences and asked viewers to make donations of £1,000 in return for the “special gift” of dirt from Muhammad’s tomb! We wonder why homophobic attacks are on the rise in the West; it can’t possibly have anything to do with mass immigration from the Muslim world and Islam’s antipathy toward homosexuals, can it? According to the Orlando Pulse nightclub shooter Omar Mateen’s father, what likely set him off is that, “He saw two men kissing each other in front of his wife and kid and he got very angry,” while noting that the shooting “had nothing to do with religion.” Hillary Clinton concurs: “Let’s be clear: Islam isn’t our enemy. Hateful rhetoric against Muslims isn’t just wrong—it plays into terrorists’ hands.” Got it.

The head of CAIR’s Florida chapter, Hassan Shibly, went on a diatribe against homosexual marriage on Facebook while publicly claiming his “overwhelming love and support and unity” for and with the LGBTQ-AEIOU community. The CAIR-affiliated The Muslims of America, Inc. (TMOA), headed by one Mubarak Ali Gilani, called the Supreme Court’s decision to legalize gay marriage, “A black day in the history of mankind.” I obviously find Gilani’s use of the adjective “black” to be highly problematic, but not as problematic, perhaps, as Iranian Ayatollah Javadi-Amoli regards homosexuality and the Western politicians that allow homosexuals basic human dignity: “Even dogs and pigs don’t engage in this disgusting act, but yet [Western politicians] pass laws in favor of them in their parliaments.”

Even the Jews, who notoriously love this open-borders stuff for everywhere but Israel—“because in the future we might need it”—are getting a little uncomfortable with the proliferation of unkempt beards stalking the streets bellowing that they will “Strike terror in the enemies of Allah!” (Quran 8:60). Jewish gay porn actor and director Michael Lucas sees things a little differently:

Now that we are talking about Muslim homophobia, it is becoming very inconvenient for liberals because liberals are apologists for Islam. So it is becoming very inconvenient, and that is why they usually tie it to some specific person; specific bad leader.

Muslims, remember, love the Jews as much as they love they gays, if not more:

The Hour will not begin until the Muslims fight the Jews and the Muslims will kill them, until a Jew hides behind a rock or a tree, and the rock or tree will say: O Muslim, O slave of Allah, there is a Jew behind me, come and kill him. Except the gharqad (a thorny tree), for it is one of the trees of the Jews.

It appears that the issue is less to do with religion, and more to do with the fact that, as Michelle Obama recently stated, we are raising boys to be “entitled” and “self-righteous”.

The issue here is obviously toxic masculinity. Wait, scratch that: “The problem is not toxic masculinity; it’s that masculinity is toxic,” says Lisa Wade. How can we combat this crushing masculinity when the patriarchy has removed all agency from women and People of Color, or indeed if, as Wade vis-à-vis Raewyn Connell proclaims, “Men becoming more feminine and women becoming more masculine may produce gender equality, but it ‘may do just the reverse.’” In all seriousness, this statement is itself a closed loop, and by its very construction does not allow for a resolution. It is an excuse for perpetual grievance. Okay, back to the fun, per Wade: “We should be as suspicious of males who strongly identify as men as we are of white people who strongly identify as white.” Identity, it would seem, is only for a select group—the rest have no claim to identity politics, which, as I’ve written before, conforms to the notion of Leftism as a negation, or an ideology in negative.

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Nor should we want to be wholly tethered to the reductive aspects of identity, which is intensely personal and transcends “box-checking”; that said, as it pertains to group identity, the central premise of racial-civilizational identitarianism for all groups is that there is something special about their group that is worth preserving. It is about emphasizing the positive aspects of one’s race as it creates unique cultures and civilizations. “Identity politics” as practiced by the Left is an “identity-for-me-but-not-for-thee” which doubles as a straw-manning of everyone on the conservative or libertarian side of the political beliefs spectrum as “Alt-Right,” which is backfiring on them in spectacular fashion as it both gives the Alt-Right far more traction in the mainstream and it also drives people curious about what the Alt-Right may be to seek out its ideas. What’s more, by labeling anyone who dissents from Leftist orthodoxy a Nazi, a signal is sent that a person could think that by rights if the end result is going to be the same, they might as well go to the “extreme” rather than futz around in the middle. Why do the same amount of time for a minor crime? A full embrace of European-derived identity across the West is inevitable, but will it be too little too late?

Unfortunately, we are trying to combat ideologies that are fundamentally unreasonable, and the Left and its Islamist allies don’t appear to be backing down any time soon. They cannot, in fact, because the premise of their entire project hinges on Abul Ala Mawdudi’s “purification,” on the imposition of their divinely-received dictums which govern every aspect of life from hygiene to sex to diet. Nothing less than global subjugation will do. The question is, however, who will carry the day? Will it be the prancing trannies, or will their veneration of weakness generate a power vacuum to be filled by Islamic supremacists? Or are they both the dupes of someone else?

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