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Urge to keep you | Lingorm
Lingling Sirilak Kwong was raised with silence in her veins. She doesn't shout. She doesn't ask. Her hands do the speaking-steady, exact, dangerous in a way that doesn't need to warn you twice. She leads with the kind of power that doesn't seek permission. Her world is sharp-edged and quiet, and she's made peace with being alone in it. Orm Kornnaphat Sethratanapong lives differently-under fluorescent lights, in rooms that smell like antiseptic and the weight of responsibility. Everything about her is clean, practiced, still. Her voice is soft, but her spine never bends. People depend on her. She lets them. Because she doesn't know what it's like to be chosen instead of needed. They met under bad lighting and worse timing. A parking lot. A crude comment. Four men. And one voice that cut the night open: "She told you to move." It should've ended there. A nod. A thank you. A walk away. But Orm didn't walk. And Lingling didn't let her. Now there's a thread pulled too tight between them. Sheets. Bruises. Breathless silence. A thousand things said with hands instead of mouths. Lingling touches Orm like she's already hers. Orm lets her in like she doesn't know how to say no. It's not love. Not yet. But something hangs in the space they keep trying not to name. It lingers on the tip of the tongue, right where pretending and staying start to blur. --- --- G!P LinglingComplete
LingOrm | Keep Wonder (English Version) (FULL)
Lingling Kwong x Orm Kornnaphat Translator & Editor by MidnightRnB Thank you for supporting me in translating this fanfic! ^^Complete
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I'm not a writer - but I have a good imagination. Created this story with the help of Chatgpt. photos used are from Pinterest. credit to the original owner. slow burn, fluff, fillerComplete
𝐼𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈. {𝐵.𝐸}
ᴀʟʟɪꜱᴏɴ'ꜱ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴜᴘꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴋɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ʙʏ ʜᴇʀ ᴀʙᴜꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴏᴍ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ꜱʜᴇ ʙᴜᴍᴘꜱ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴏʟᴅ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀꜱ ᴀʟʟɪꜱᴏɴ ᴛʜɪɴᴋꜱ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴏᴅꜱ..ʜᴇʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴛᴜʀɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ ʙɪʟʟɪᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀʏ. #¹ ⁻ᵇⁱˡˡⁱᵉᵉⁱˡⁱˢʰ ?! #¹⁵ ⁻ˢᵃᵈʳᵒᵐᵃⁿᶜᵉ #⁸ ⁻ˢᵘⁱᶜⁱᵈᵉᵖʳᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿComplete
mcyts oneshots (Discontinued)
edit of 2024. please don't read this. i don't wish to be associated with some people in this fanfiction nor with things i may have previously written.Complete
Different of Life
............................ သိပ်ချစ်ခဲ့တဲ့ချစ်သူနှစ်ဦး မတူညီတဲ့ဘဝနှစ်ခုကို ကွဲကွာသွားတဲ့အခါ ... LingOrm ..Complete
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IM BACK BABY!! READER BEWARE: this shit contains stuff I wrote in MIDDLE SCHOOL. Read from the newest updated first, and keep going depending on how desperate you are. God help me.Complete
𝐇𝐞𝐫 | 𝐁.𝐄
☽-B!︎ℓℓ!︎ḙ E!︎ℓ!︎ṧℏ Fᾰ︎ℵḟ!︎ḉт︎!︎✺ℵ-☽ 🜸✫| 𝔸𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕒 𝕚𝕤 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝔹𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝? 𝔸𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕒 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕤. 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕗 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕠𝕦𝕥? |✫🜸 𝘽𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙘 𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙡 ꧁s𝗍ᥲr𝗍ᥱძ: ᥲᥙgᥙs𝗍 2ᥒძ, 2022꧂ ꧁ᥱᥒძᥱძ: ᥲᥙgᥙs𝗍 31s𝗍, 2023꧂ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡠⠤⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡴⠁⠀⡰⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡎⢀⠀⠀⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡠⠬⡡⠬⡋⠀⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⡀⠁⠢⡀⠀⠀⢰⠠⢷⠰⠆⡅⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⣀⠔⠂⡂ ⠱⡀⠀⠈⠒⢄⡸⡑⠊⢒⣂⣦⠄⢃⢀⠔⠈⠀⠀⡰⠁ ⠀⠱⡀⠀⠀⡰⣁⣼⡿⡿⢿⠃⠠⠚⠁⠀⠀⢀⠜⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠐⢄⠜⠀⠈⠓⠒⠈⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡰⠃⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⢀⠊⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠾⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⢸⣄⠀⠀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠸⢸⣳⠦⣍⣁⣀⣀⣀⣀⣠⠴⠚⠁⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢳⣿⠄⠸⠢⠍⠉⠉⠀⠀⡠⢒⠎⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Complete
Lingling Sirilak Kwong was raised with silence in her veins. She doesn't shout. She doesn't ask. Her hands do the speaking-steady, exact, dangerous in a way that doesn't need to warn you twice. She leads with the kind of power that doesn't seek permission. Her world is sharp-edged and quiet, and she's made peace with being alone in it. Orm Kornnaphat Sethratanapong lives differently-under fluorescent lights, in rooms that smell like antiseptic and the weight of responsibility. Everything about her is clean, practiced, still. Her voice is soft, but her spine never bends. People depend on her. She lets them. Because she doesn't know what it's like to be chosen instead of needed. They met under bad lighting and worse timing. A parking lot. A crude comment. Four men. And one voice that cut the night open: "She told you to move." It should've ended there. A nod. A thank you. A walk away. But Orm didn't walk. And Lingling didn't let her. Now there's a thread pulled too tight between them. Sheets. Bruises. Breathless silence. A thousand things said with hands instead of mouths. Lingling touches Orm like she's already hers. Orm lets her in like she doesn't know how to say no. It's not love. Not yet. But something hangs in the space they keep trying not to name. It lingers on the tip of the tongue, right where pretending and staying start to blur. --- --- G!P Lingling
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