aye i had fun doing this


kimheenim: Firstly I’m writing this post with sorry heart to the members whom I’ve promised to not write post that are full of meaning on SNS. The people who knows will know that due to the car accident that I had 11 years ago, I’m haven’t been able to use my left leg properly. But even so. I’ve been having fun doing activities enjoyably so far and no matter how much pain I was in, I would do it while smiling. I’m not sure if it’s because time has passed, but I’ve also started to be easily frightened. Like what I said on Life bar not too long ago, the severe pain on my ankles has become worse and has been happening more frequently.

Once in a while, people around me would jokingly say “aye~ it’s probably healed after 10 years~”. Are you lying on purpose just because you don’t want to dance?” and I would just lest pass while forcing a smile. I did variety since before I debuted and in some ways, because I’ve been living a smooth and happy life through doing variety program. I thought that I should always smile and show image like I wasnt affected.

Seriously this is how humans are like If you tried to fight it with a mind control of saying ‘i am okay’’, ít will get better’ but your body wont be able to follow, you will will fell even more pain fronthe inverse proportion of your positive thinking

In conclusion, Super Junior will have a comeback on 6th of November, Because it’s been a long time since we have a comeback, all the members and the fans are all excited and I’m as expected is excited too. But it seems like I’ll be probably not be able to do activities normally. I would like to convey how sorry i am once again to members and fans who have waited for a long time.. I have absolutely no confidence at all.. as someone who have such thoughts all these time in my heart, I’m ashamed to face the members and the fans now. I ask for understanding for the excuse of ‘I have to work hard on doing variety program and promote the album!’ And if i’m able to receive your forgiveness, I will be even more thankful and I will smile while receiving the rehabilitation treatment and try to gain strength

For the people who might be displeased  after reading my long post that was filled with selfishness, I would like to apologize to them while ending my post here..Everyone please be careful not to catch a cold and even if it’s annoying, please put on  your seat belt while in the car. 

Thank you.

eunhyukee44: hyung try searching well for the road that we will be able to walk together. ©

Monsta x as Scottish Tweets (requested)
  • Shownu: 14 year old captioning selfies like “i took a pill in ibiza” no Elizabeth you took a paracetamol in spain because you had heatstroke, behave
  • Wonho: My maw gets so jel when i do anything fun like no ma fault am oot snorting lines n shaggin nines and you have to stay home and bake a lasagna
  • Minhyuk: why are boys so nasty to girls n think they're pure legends for it hahaha jokes on u when ur wanking into a sock
  • Kihyun: a canny deal wae materialistic ppl, your boyfriend bought you a louis vuitton bag? aye well mine bought me a kfc n i can tell you who is happier hen
  • Hyungwon: Asked the burd in krispy kremes for 5 nutella donuts and she says “have you got any nut allergies” aye pal am planning suicide by donut
  • Jooheon: The police came to ma door and told me ma dugs were chasing people oan bikes...ma dugs don't even have bikes
  • I.M: Pensioners just love gettin on buses when its roastin n shuttin aw the windaes, aww yes boil me alive Agnes, beat me wae a ladle and call me lentil soup
Late Night Love//(S.M)

I was falling asleep, but the movement Shawn was causing kept waking me up. He would switch positions and groan in annoyance, for I was getting fed up. “Shawn stop moving!” I say in full frustration turning around to look at him. “sorry” he mutters a frown on his face as he sees my expression. I immedatly feel guilty and move towards him wrapping my arms around his bare torso. “Shawn? Baby what’s wrong?” I ask worried as he doesn’t say anything. I nudge him in the ribs and try to turn him over on his back, but nothing works until Shawn decides to talk. “I’m hungry” he says a low moan falling from his lips. I laugh a little as he says this causing him to let out a small whine. “That’s it? Come on get ready I will take us to the Bakery down town” I tell Shawn placing a kiss on his shoulder and standing up. Shawn shifts onto his back looking at me with a wide grin and his eyes are big. “Nana’s Delicacies?” he asks throwing what ever is on the floor over his body, I nod as he finishes getting dressed. Shawn runs down the stairs and takes the car keys from the bowl and walks out of the house. I run to catch up with him after locking the door, and Shawn gets into the passenger seat handing me the keys. I reverse out of our driveway and start heading down town and I turn my head to see Shawn and he is bouncing his leg up and down. “baby you okay?” I ask as we near Nana’s Delicacies and Shawn’s sends me a smile before looking at the window. Once we enter the bakery the waitress asks us what we would like, Shawn asks for two blueberry muffins and I only ask for coffee. As the pastires are brought to our table Shawn is on his phone barely paying attention to the muffins infront of him. “Y/N, baby, sweetheart” Shawn says as I finally look up. His phone is pointing at me and I send him a smile before reaching over and taking a muffin. As I’m eating Shawn starts talking to no one in particular. “Y/N is the best girlfriend any one could have as for she’s awake at 2 am” Shawn says and I'm  guessing he is on snapchat. “Shawn stop what ever you’re doing and eat your muffins” I tell him as he starts to play footsie with me under the table. Before I know Shawn switches seats and is on my side of the booth. His head is on my shoulder as he stuffs a piece of muffin in his mouth. One of Shawn’s hands intertwine with mine as he continues to eat. “Didn’t I order two?” He asks looking towards the waitress. He turns towards me and sees me taking the last bite of his second muffin. “Hey that’s mine” he says placing his hand under my chin as if he could prevent it from going in my mouth. I chew it very slowly and make a small moaning sound as he stares at me with a playful glare. “Sorry” I tell him kissing his cheek. “Good thing your cute or else I would have been extremely mad” he tells me hand in my knee squeezing every couple seconds. “Being oddly touchy today” I tell him a he places kisses on my cheek. “How can I not when your the queen of my world” he says resuming playing footsie with me under the table. Shawn takes his phone out again and puts on Snapchat. He goes straight to the filters putting in the dog. “Baby brought me to Nana’s Delicacies at 2 in the morning” he places a kiss on my lips before the snap ends. He starts another video as I go up and pay for the pastries and coffee. “Y/N! Baby!” Shawn calls out and the waitress just laughs “I think he’s tired” she stares as I look back and Shawn is trying so hard to keep his eyes open. When I approach the table again he starts another snap. “My queen is ignoring me and my heart took a major hit” he says grabbing his heart and pretending to be shot. “Oh please,” I say into the camera when he faces it towards me. “Come on let’s go sleepy head” I tell him intertwining our hands together and placing a kiss to his cheek. “Let’s go! Got to get your cute ass home before another guy does” Shawn says lifting over his shoulder. “Shawn ” I squeal as I see he has Snapchat on again and facing me. “Got this cutie by my side, now I’m coming home to a sexy lady every night— you come home to me every night any ways” I interrupt him turning my head. Shawn playful slaps my bum a few seconds before it ends. “Okay put me down, so I can get your sleepy handsome self home” I tell him as he sets me down as I take out the keys he pulls me against him. “Baby?” “Yes?” “I love your cute self” Shawn whispers into my ear before kissing my exposed neck. “I love you too, Shawn” I tell him placing a kiss on his lips. He pulls away and gets in the car leaving me to shake my head. On the drive home Shawn’s head is on my shoulder as he slowly sings Every Time We Touch by Cassandra. Shawn uses his hand to add a visual to the song and at one point he leans back in his seat. The song changes to Grind On Me and thankfully we are at a stop at the traffic lights seeing as they are red. Shawn unbuckled his seat belt and stands up a little when grind on me lyrics starts he actually starts to grind into the air. I giggle as I see him sending me suggestive winks and a smirk on his face. A car horn is heard and I look up at the traffic lights to see it had turned green. “Wow that was fun” Shawn says trying to catch his breath as we park in our drive way. “Yep fun to see” I tell getting out of the car. Shawn runs behind picking me up and taking the keys away from me and opens the door. He sets me down and runs up to the room with me falling him. I go into the room and see him laying in the bed. “Ay baby what does that ass do!” Shawn says as I change back into my pajamas. “This girl with an ass is going to sleep” I tell him as I snuggle into his chest. “I hope so cause a cutie like you deserves a cutie like me” Shawn says with a sleepy voice and his hands caressing my back. “Go to sleep baby” I whisper into his chest my eyes slowly closing also. He hums in response and cuddles me closer. He’s a handful sometimes, but I love when he is all lovey dovey.



fem. Stark Reader x Tormund Giantsbane

Warning: Smut, fluff

You caught him staring at you, again. No matter whether you sat on the table in the great hall, trying to enjoy your meal or just talked with your sister Sansa, he was always around you. It was annoying, and it made you feel uncomfortable.

“What is your problem?!”, you asked him one day, when the anger overwhelmed you.

“What? I have no problem”, the wildling explained and grinned stupidly.

“Why are you staring at me then?”

“Because you are beautiful.” The answer surprised you. Nobody had called you beautiful in a long time. The red haired wildling smiled at you. He really looks kind of dumb, you thought. But he was also cute - with his big, blue eyes. 

“I am not beautiful.”, you answered angry.

“Of course you are! Look at you! Your hair, your eyes, your body… a perfect woman.”

“Are you making fun of me?”

“No! Never.” He is joking.

“What do you want from me?”

“Jon wants me to protect you”, he answered.

“I can protect myself.” The wildling chuckled.

“Aye, but I can help you in a lot of different ways” He winked at you. You raised an eyebrow.

“Is this… What is wrong with you, redhead?!”

“My name’s Tormund.”

“I don’t care about your name! Leave me alone.” You had to pull yourself together to not slap him on the face. Finally he left, and you felt released.

The next day you felt almost guilty. You decided to find Tormund the Wildling to give him an apology. But you didn’t even had to find him – he found you first.

“(Y/N)”, he addressed you. “Sorry about my behavior. I didn’t wanted to make you feel uncomfortable. I watched you over the last weeks and…”

“And what?”

“I felt in love with you” You blushed. Now this was a surprise!

“With me? You don’t even know me!”

“I saw you every day, talking and laughing with your siblings and friends, trying to fight with a sword, riding your horse, eating your meal. You’re an awesome woman, (Y/N). Beautiful, kind, strong. You’re something special.” You almost started crying. These were the nicest words a man had ever said to you.

“T-thank you”, you stuttered.

“Why are you so sad?” The wildling placed a hand on your shoulder.

“I am not used to this. Men showing me real affection, I mean.”

“That’s a shame. But I know how to make you happy again.”  

“What do you mean?” Tormund just leaned down and kissed you on your mouth. It was your first real kiss, and it was beautiful. He shoved his tongue into your mouth, bit your own tongue and lips softly. You had butterflies in your stomach, and you wanted it to never end. As Tormund stopped kissing you for a moment you wrapped your arms around him. You could hear him laughing as he hugged you tighter and placed a kiss on your forehead, and for a moment, you were the happiest person in the world.

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Happy Valentine’s Day @fairytalesandtimetravel!!! I had so much fun talking to you this month, though I apologize for how infrequent it got as the school year decided to slam everything down on me. Now this is a bit more St. Patrick’s Day than Valentine’s, but I loved your prompt and pulled in some of my own experiences as well ;)

“Doesn’t this country know it’s summer?” Emma grumbled as she pulled her beanie more snugly around her ears.

Her new beanie, made with genuine Irish wool (dyed green, since Mary Margaret said it matched Emma’s eyes), because it was the end of June and Emma had foolishly believed that she could wear summer clothes on this trip around the British Isles.

But apparently Ireland hadn’t received the message that the summer solstice had passed two days before; the rolling green hills were capped with low-hanging gray clouds, blocking any sunshine from warming the air. Everyone had bought out the gift shop’s supply of wool sweaters and scarves the night before, after the news report that the next few days were sure to be more of the same. As she dubiously eyed the path up to the castle, Emma had yet to decide if there was a constant drizzle or if it was just that foggy, but either way the weather was chilly and damp.

And the most infuriating thing of all? The island still managed to be one of the most beautiful places she’d ever been to.

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A Wild Night in Vegas -- Part 10

I feel like I say this with every chapter, but Ish and I enjoy this AU so much. It’s helped keep us sane in crazy days of stress and confusion and all sorts of things. Hope you like this chapter!

Catch up on all previous installments on my Master List

Fraser Bairn Watch: Month 4

Things were definitely beginning to change inside her body. She could feel it, even as she watched the changes. Her belly was beginning to really grow now, no longer appearing as if she’d eaten too much. Some mornings she would steal Jamie’s phone before he woke and flip through the photos he had of her belly. There were only a few of them, since they’d found out late, but he kept them in their own folder in his phone.

That was one of the best things about this situation. No matter how she was feeling, how many times she’d thrown up, or how many evenings she fell asleep halfway through her meal, he was happy. He was overjoyed to watch her grow.

She wasn’t getting as sick this month, though it still happened. Jamie was so good about making sure whatever had triggered her sickness didn’t make it onto the grocery list for that week.

He came home, several bags of groceries in his hands and a small bundle of flowers.

“You’re going to spoil me, Jamie Fraser. If you’re not careful, I’ll start expecting flowers every month.”

With a wink and a kiss on her cheek, he went to set the bags down. As he put their groceries away, she set the roses up in the vase where the previous three had been.

“Four roses for four months,” he said, coming up behind her. “Because I love ye more than my own life and I thank ye for carrying my bairn.”

The following day, she went to work as she usually did, armed with a cool water bottle and several frozen washcloths to help keep her cool. She’d had an idea brewing in her mind, but she hadn’t figured out how to execute it yet.

Jamie had done so much for her, given up so many things for her, and steadfastly held true since before she had moved out and back (if she was honest with herself), and she wanted to figure out what she could do for him. He wasn’t a materialistic man, he didn’t need things. She wanted to do something else, take him somewhere closer to home, but still have it feel like a getaway.

There were quite a few options that they could afford that were nearby, but she hadn’t been able to make a concrete decision yet. As she finished her shift, she watched a young family wander through the gardens. The man and woman held hands as they walked, their eyes content as they looked at each other. Their little girl toddled around them, eager to explore everything around her. Both parents looked at their child with such tenderness and fondness that Claire felt tears pricking her eyes.

The whole drive home, the image of the young family played in her mind’s eye. When she walked in the door, she stared around the front room with her mouth open. She wasn’t a messy person by nature, but with her odd cravings at times, she ate food just about everywhere. Jamie never complained about it either, which was comforting. Frank had hated if she’d had a snack somewhere other than the kitchen table.

But the entire apartment, from what she could see, was spotless. The carpet was freshly vacuumed, she could still see the lines in it, and everything had been dusted. When she put her bag down and headed into the kitchen for the extra washcloth Jamie kept frozen for her, she noticed that he’d even mopped and wiped down the counter. The bathroom was also probably wiped down and scrubbed as well, if he’d gone to this much trouble.

He was moving about the kitchen as if some exciting tune was playing that only he could hear. As he did, he hummed something she didn’t recognize. Sometimes when he was in a really good mood, he’d hum or chant something he’d heard growing up in Scotland. Given the cadence she thought this thing he was humming might be along those lines.

A pot sat on the stove, Jamie stirring its contents. She thought she smelled chili powder, but wasn’t sure. He had a few other bowls sitting out on the counter filled with a few different things and she realized what he was making. Meatless taco salad. It was something he’d tried a few weeks back and she’d loved it. None of the things in it had made her sick or given her heartburn.

Watching him swaying to his own music, an overwhelming sense of fondness flooded her and she began weeping.

“Claire?” He turned suddenly, surprised to see her standing behind him and noticed the tears flowing down her cheeks. “Christ! Are ye alright lass?! The bairn?”

Unable to form words, she just stared at his blurry image and wept.

“Is it something in the kitchen bothering ye? I thought it was alright last time and ye liked it so much… If it’s too much I can make something else.”

“No! No don’t do that!” she said, suddenly finding the words. “It’s just… You’re such a good man, Jamie. I know you had training at work today and you still had the time to come home and clean our whole apartment and make dinner. I just… I’m just…”

When the words fled from her mind again, she reached for him and brought his lips down to hers. He was surprised at first, but quickly melted into her embrace and returned it.

“I love you too, mo chridhe,” he whispered when she let him go. “Are ye sure the bairn’s alright?”

“Yes,” she said, spreading her hand over the small swell. “We’re both alright. I was just a little emotional. These goddamned bloody hormones. I’m sorry.”

He shook his head, laughing, and went back to them stove.

“Dinna apologize for that, Sassenach. It comes wi’ the territory of you being wi’ child.”

She smiled. “How long until dinner is ready?”

“Only a few more minutes. Just need to heat the beans and corn back up and throw it all together.”

The idea that had been forming in her mind came suddenly to life and she knew what she needed to do.

“Alright. I just have a few things I need to do on the computer.”

Before she turned away, he took two steps toward her and stole another kiss.

Sitting down at her desk, she opened up her laptop and began researching Lake Mead. It was about an hour from their apartment and would be a perfect thing for them to do. They could get away without really going anywhere and have some time just to themselves. She knew Jamie would love it.

Friday night, she snuggled up to him and began playing with the hairs on his chest.

“Have you any plans this weekend?”

“Ah… No, I dinna think so. Why?”

“What if we went to Lake Mead for the day tomorrow?”

Craning his neck, he looked down at her, brows raised.

“Oh? For the day? We dinna have a boat.”

“No, but we can rent one.”

He leaned down and kissed her forehead.

“Aye, I’d like that verra much, Sassenach. Thank ye.”

“Well, this is sort of my way to say thank you actually. You’ve done so much for me since I told you I was pregnant. You’ve taken such good care of me, so I’ve got a whole day planned for us.”

“Have ye now? Been planning this for some time, then?”

She shrugged.

“Not really. It’s been brewing in my head for a while, but it only just fell into place.”

“I look forward to seeing what ye’ve planned for us, then.”

With a smile, she hugged him tightly and relaxed into sleep.

The following morning, she packed a few things into a large bag and they drove out to Lake Mead. They picked up their rental boat and Jamie set out to find a spot of beach just for them. It was hot, but being out on the lake was more fun than she’d expected. She stayed under the awning with him while he drove the boat around.

He looked good out here, dressed only in his swim trunks as he’d shed his shirt as soon as they’d gotten on the boat. She wore the only swimsuit she owned, but had put his shirt on over it.

“It’s a beautiful day,” he said, staring out at the blue water.

“It really is. I was worried it might rain, but it looks like the sky has cleared up.”

“Aye. Thank ye, Sassenach. This is a verra nice thing to do.”

They ate lunch on the beach, laying out on the towels she’d brought with them. It was too hot to be too near each other, but they were comfortable this way.

“We canna make love on a public beach, can we?” he asked some time later.

Claire snorted.

“This corner might be secluded, but it’s not that secluded. See?” she nodded to someone flying by on a jet ski.

He sighed.

“Someday I want to take ye somewhere and make love to ye on a beach.”


“Dinna ken. Something I’ve never done and I suspect ye havena either. Always thought it would be verra romantic to do that.”

She smiled at him.

“You really are a romantic at heart, aren’t you?”

“Aye, maybe I am. Ye said ye had other plans for us today?”

“I do. We’ll need to head back soon so I can get started on our dinner.”

Nodding, he helped her up and gathered her into his arms for a very thorough kiss.

“Then let’s return the boat and head home.”

On the drive back, she dozed off a little. Jamie woke her when they got back to their apartment.

“Can I help ye wi’ the meal?”

“No, you can’t. Go and read or watch TV or something. It’s my turn to appreciate all that you’ve done for me.”

Pursing his lips, he grunted and went to the couch to read. She got to work on a full dinner for him. Pan-seared steaks, his favorite garlic mashed potatoes, and cheesy broccoli. The last time he’d had cheesy broccoli had been over a month before and it had ended with her vomiting in the bathroom. But she knew how much he’d loved it, so she made it for him.

When the meal was all done, she set the table and looked proudly at all she’d done.

“Christ Sassenach, this looks amazing!”

“I hope so. It’s all your favorites.”

“And the cheesy… Claire, ye dinna need to cook things ye canna eat.”

Shaking her head, she motioned to his seat and he took it.

“This is something you like, Jamie. I wanted to do this for you.”

“It isna fair for me to eat it and you to-”

“I made you these bloody cheesy broccoli to say thank you, damn it! Will you not just eat them?!”

He blinked and looked down sheepishly.

“You’re right. I’m sorry, Sassenach. I appreciate that ye made them for me.”

“Good. Now eat up. I have one last thing planned for tonight.”

After they finished, Jamie insisted that she leave the dishes for him to take care of the next day. Reluctantly, she agreed.

“So what are we to do next? Dessert, perhaps?”

The glint in his eye made her giggle a little.

“Maybe later. How are your shoulders?”

He moved them stiffly, as if his shirt didn’t fit him quite right.

“Still sore. But no’ so bad as they were a few days ago. Ye’ve a good touch.”

“Lie down on the bed. Take off your shirt and trousers.”

As he did, she caught the wince he tried to hide. No matter what he did, all of the tension and soreness from his work ended up in his broad shoulders. He lay down on their bed arms folded beneath the pillow she’d moved for him.

“I’m glad we did this today,” she said, running her hands up his back.

He shivered a little, gooseflesh rippling over him

“Aye, me too. It’s always good to get away wi’ you. Helps to get away from the city and the strip. Sometimes I think…”

Squeezing the bottle of oil, which she’d gotten specifically with this in mind, onto his back, she began to work it into his muscles.

“Think what?”

“You’ll think I’m daft.”

“I live with you. I already know you’re daft.”

One blue eye opened a crack to glare at her. She smiled at it and started digging her fingers into his tense back.

“Weel now I’m no’ gonna tell you.”

“Please? I like to hear what you’re thinking.”

A knot in his lower back gave way and he let out a deep sigh.

“Weel… Sometimes I find myself thinking that if the whole world fell away, I would be alright. Because I have you.”

Again, she felt tears in her eyes.

“Oh Jamie, that’s very sweet. I couldn’t think you daft for that.”

“Thank ye, Sassenach.”

Working slowly, she released the knots in his lower back and middle back before reaching his shoulders. His breathing was slow and even, but he wasn’t asleep. She climbed onto the bed and held herself above him to get a better angle.

Putting as much pressure into her hands as she could, she compelled the knots to release. Closing her eyes, she imagined the muscle held beneath his skin. She thought of how they should look, how they should feel, how they should move. Kneading and pressing in the places her hands told her, she continued until she felt the tightness give. Jamie let out a mighty gasp, his body flinching beneath her.

“Oh… Claire that…”

“Did it work?”

“Aye, lass. It worked verra well. I dinna think my shoulders have felt this good in weeks.”

With a pleased smile, she got off the bed.

“Good! That was the whole point of doing this, after all.”

Jamie rolled onto his back, staring up at her. His eyes drooped, but they glittered with desire and mischief.

“Though, now that ye have me thinkin’…”

Claire snorted, already opening the bottle of oil again.

“What? Are you going to tell me your cock has a certain stiffness as well?”

He smirked at her and shook his head.

“It doesna yet. But I think other bits of me could use yer touch.”

As she looked his body over, she thought it would be most enjoyable to start from the bottom and work her way up, skipping sensitive areas. With the majority of his body now covered in oil, she felt her own desire stirring. How could someone be so perfectly formed? In the waning light of the room he looked like a sculpture of a Greek god, in the living flesh.

Her eyes darted down to his crotch and she smiled. Living flesh indeed. Flesh that she needed to feel. Hands back on his chest, she made the mistake of looking up to meet his eyes.

She was drawn to him by some invisible force. He made no move for her and said nothing. Yet he compelled her to bring herself closer. Was it the eyes? Perhaps. But it was also more than that, as if his soul was calling to hers and it was calling back.

Before she even realized how close to him she was, her mouth found his. Both of his arms came around her waist then and pulled her up onto the bed. Feeling his body beneath hers shortened her breath.

At some point, he’d begun to pull her jeans off. Forcing herself to get off him for a moment, she stood and finished what he’d started. Jamie was not one for remaining idle, though. Hopping to his own feet, he pulled her to him and kissed her hard.

His skin was smooth to her hands, oiled as it was. She couldn’t help but smile when his hands found her buttocks, squeezing them excitedly. Then he pushed her panties off before removing his boxers.

“I must have ye now, Claire,” he said, voice strained with his desire.

“Then have me,” she answered.

He brought her back into his arms and began to tug at her shirt. She shied away from him, pulling it back down. His brow furrowed at her, eyes narrowing in question.

“Just leave it.”

“And no’ see your beautiful body in all it’s naked glory? I think not, Sassenach. Off wi’ it.”

Reaching for it again, he had her stomach exposed before she started to pull it back down. For a moment, she thought about insisting, but that would lead to questions. Instead, she lifted her arms so he could take the last bit of covering from her.

He laid her down on their bed, pausing briefly to kiss her stomach. Then he moved back up to kiss her lips.

“Thank ye, Claire, for all you’ve done today. Taking me out for a day on the lake, cooking me a verra fine dinner, even wi’ things ye couldna eat. And then ye tend my body? I’ve never kent a woman like you.”

“I don’t think there’s ever been a woman quite like me before,” she sighed before stroking his face. “Or a man quite like you.”

“I’m glad I found ye.”

She opened her mouth to say something back, but was cut off by his sudden thrust. Whatever she’d done to help relieve the tension in his back and shoulders had clearly made him feel better. He moved with a frenzy she hadn’t felt in some time, like he was making love to her for the first time.

Her legs couldn’t lock around him, constantly slipping off his body from the oil as much as his vigor. She let her head fall back onto the pillow. His lips visited her neck, biting gently. Her back arched off the bed in response, hands clawing at his back uselessly as they slipped and slid against his skin. Lifting her head up, she bit his neck in kind, spurring him to rear up and continue his merciless attack on her body, hands exploring every piece of her as she did the same.

Overwhelmed by the animalistic feelings aroused in him, he pushed on, growling into Claire’s ear, “Ye’re mine, mo nighean donn. Now and forever, yer mine.”

He gripped her hips to hold her body in position while he continued on. The end was coming nearer, her body preparing for that release it needed desperately. Taking a grip on his hair, she pulled him back down to her and bit his shoulder hard to mute her scream. Then he too cried out, his own body bucking against hers.

They lay together for several minutes, neither able to move after the climax faded. Jamie gave her a very sweet kiss before rolling onto his side. She curled up in his arms, observing the bright red mark she’d left him.

“Sorry about that one,” she said quietly, poking it.

He hissed a little.

“Dinna fash. Was worth a little pain to hear ye squeak like that.”

With a contented sigh, she pressed her ear to his chest and let his steady heartbeat sing her to sleep.


The following night, Jamie was nudged awake by his wife. Grunting, he forced his eyes open.

“Are ye alright?” he mumbled. “The bairn?”

“We’re alright. Would you mind… Maybe going and getting us some hot wings?”

“Are ye daft? I dinna even ken what the time is.”

With a heavy sigh, he looked at the clock on her bedside table.

2:31 AM

“Wings? Ye want hot wings? Now?”

She smiled sheepishly.

“Pregnancy cravings?”

“If ye start craving pickles wi’ yer ice cream, I’m moving out,” he said, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “But if it’s hot wings ye need, it’s hot wings ye’ll get.”

“Thank you, darling.”

“Anything for you.”

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he tried to ignore the clock inside his car. He drove around for nearly half an hour until he found a place that was open and sold hot wings. As he pulled up to the window, his phone buzzed.

Hello darling. Could you maybe pick up some cheesy chips too? Thank you!

The speaker squacked and a woman yawned.

“What can I get you?”

“I’d like an order of hot wings and cheesy chips, please. Thank ye.”

“One order of hot wings and one order of nachos. That’ll be-”

“No, miss. I’m sorry. I mean cheese fries.”

“Hot wings, nachos, and cheese fries. That’ll be…”

Jamie rolled his eyes. He was too tired to argue with the woman at three in the morning.

He tripped several times as he went up the stairs to their apartment, but he kept the food from dropping. She was in bed, wiggling like an excited puppy. Her nose flared when he walked in.

“Did you get nachos too?”

“I forgot to say cheesy fries rather than cheesy chips, so she thought I meant nachos. But I got you proper chips too.”

Laying out a napkin on the bed, she pulled the things out of the bag and began shoveling them into her open mouth, still wiggling happily.

“Why did it take you so long?” she asked, licking hot sauce from her fingers.

“It isna easy to find a place that sells hot wings at three in the morning.”

When she smiled at him, he sighed and wiped the sauce from her chin.

“You’re a good husband.”

His heart leapt, hearing her say that, though he chose to keep that feeling to himself. Instead, he stole a cheesy and slightly spicy kiss from her.

“Here,” she said, setting the nachos out. “Share with me.”

“I wouldna dream of taking a pregnant woman’s late night cravings,” he said with a chuckle.

“Well this pregnant woman is sharing them with you. You went out at three in the morning to get them for me.”

With a nod, he gave in and split the nachos with her. They weren’t bad, he thought. When she finished, he gathered up the wrappings and took them to the kitchen trash.

Despite how tired he was now, the look of satisfaction on her face was worth it. He slid back into bed beside her and held her close. Her breath smelled like all the things she’d just eaten, but he didn’t mind.


After she showered in the morning, she went out to breakfast. Jamie beamed at her and kissed her cheek.

“Morning, Sassenach. Sleep well?”

“Very. Thank you for going out last night.”

“Dinna fash. Glad I got ye what ye needed. Oh! And it’s Monday. Ready for yer weekly photo?”

She was a little surprised he wanted to take it right now. It was usually something he did after he got home in the evenings.

“Oh, um… Sure, I guess.”

Going to the same spot she always stood in, she tentatively lifted her shirt to expose her growing belly. It felt heavier somehow, like a lead weight had settled in her stomach.

“Look at ye! Finally looking verra pregnant. Christ, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen!”

Verra pregnant.

Those words echoed through her mind all through her classes that day and through her short shift at the gardens. She’d known that she would get bigger, of course, she wasn’t stupid. But she wasn’t sure she liked how she was starting to look now.

She was nursing a mug of tea when Jamie came home.

“Sorry I’m home late,” he said, locking the door behind him.

“It’s alright. I just had some leftovers for dinner.”

“Are ye alright?”

She finished the tea and nodded.

“Yes, we’re both doing just fine.”

As she reached to put her mug in the sink, Jamie made a move to feel her stomach. It was something he’d done regularly since finding out about the baby. But with her newfound discomfort, she shied away from him, backing into the wall.

A hurt expression moved over his face before he stepped back. Unable to meet his eyes, she maneuvered around him to her desk to attempt studying while he ate his own leftovers for dinner. When they went to bed that night, she chose to wear a long night dress. It felt a little old fashioned, but the cut of it hid the new shapes of her body.

Jamie observed her new sleeping outfit with lifted brows, but he didn’t say anything. He only gathered her into his arms and held her as they went to sleep. She let him rest his hands on the bump, the deep-seated awful feeling she had at pulling away from him before tugging at her heart. She knew the coming days and months would bring more changes. All she could hope, for now, was that she’d grow to accept and embrace them.

If Jamie and Claire could text: (Ship-bound-and-Horny in Voyager Edition) [[Book Spoilers]]
  • Claire: 🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨
  • Claire: 🚓🚓🚓🚓🚓🚓
  • Claire: ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️
  • Jamie: ...
  • Jamie: what n gods name is all that nonsense
  • Claire: ****RED ALERT*****
  • Jamie: !!!!
  • Jamie: WHERE
  • Jamie: ...semi?
  • Jamie: doesnamatter i'm in
  • Jamie: where
  • Jamie: WHERE WOMAN??
  • Claire: kitchen storeroom
  • Claire: cook taking a nap
  • Claire: get down here STAT
  • Jamie: stat?
  • Jamie: runningfstasi can
  • Jamie: had to get the foul pelican out of th
  • Claire: wait
  • Claire: ...
  • Claire: belay that
  • Jamie: huh?
  • Jamie: whats that mean?
  • Claire: [[sends Chloe face]]
  • Claire: we're on a damn ship and you don't even
  • Claire: it means _NEVER MIND_
  • Claire: Boning spot plans foiled
  • Claire: cook couldn't sleep and came back
  • Claire: if only he were gotten out of the way...
  • Claire: hit in back of head with dirk handle perhaps
  • Jamie: ...ssnch
  • Jamie: fr gds sake woman
  • Claire: oh
  • Claire: ahaha
  • Claire: my foolish wee brain was being /silly/
  • Claire: SHAME ON ME for thinking you'd be willing to go to
  • Claire: MIGHTY
  • Claire: GREAT
  • Claire: LENGTHS
  • Claire: to be able to get ur 🐓inside me right now
  • Jamie: 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩
  • Jamie: must ye be a damnable tease abt it
  • Claire: ...
  • Claire: and now we bothhave to NOT(NOTSLEEP)INIT
  • Jamie: HE's the one thatbrought it all about
  • Claire: POPPYCOCK
  • Claire: //FERGUS// didn't impose sexual lockdown for a bloody two month sea voyage
  • Claire: bc he is a RATIONAL HUMAN BEING
  • Jamie: what else would ye;ve had me do??
  • Jamie: let the wee shite bed her????
  • Jamie: frfckssake
  • Claire: they're probably sneaking about **just** like we're trying to
  • Jamie: oh christ
  • Claire: you just *had* to go be such a //DAD// about it
  • Jamie: and thats a BAD thing, aye??
  • Claire: NO FUN FOR ANYONE 👴🏻
  • Jamie: ...
  • Claire: ...
  • Jamie: ...
  • Claire:
  • Jamie: ...
  • Claire: ...
  • Claire: ...sorry love
  • Claire: I get cranky when i
  • Claire: well
  • Jamie: me too
  • Claire: #droughtlander IRL
  • Jamie: definitely wish I hadna insisted they
  • Claire: 💡💡💡💡💡💡💡💡
  • Jamie: ???
  • Claire: YOU
  • Claire: ME
  • Claire: ////CROW'S NEST////
  • Jamie: ...twill be a bit cramped aye?
  • Claire: twill be a bloody long way to Jamaica aye?
A double request

May we have more of external forces and the fix where it’s Claire comes from the past, into the future and meets Jamie (I believe it’s called Flash Forward)

Fast Forward: Part 4:

Wrapping her fingers around the large front door, Claire pushed the heavy wood forward allowing the afternoon breeze to waft over her through the large gap. She’d been cooped up in the big house at Lallybroch for two weeks whilst her back healed - on Jenny’s *strict* orders. After the eldest Fraser sibling had gone to such great lengths to ensure Claire didn’t require a hospital she’d seen it only fair to obey the instructions she’d been given.

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Queen’s Gambit- Chapter 3

I Hate the Name Claudel 

Claire let the events of the past hour go leaning back in a daze as Jamie’s warmth seeped into her, and, lulled by the gentle rocking of the horse, let herself relax, her head thumping against his chest as they made their way down the mountain.

As they rode, the companionable silence would be broken by scatterings of conversations among the other men, discussing the preparations for upcoming matches. Jamie listened but did not comment.

“Not on the team, are you?” Claire asked trying to puzzle out the connections between them.

“Ah, polo? Nay. I am a fair rider, mind, but no, I am a trainer, mostly horses, ken but sometimes mules and donkeys, though a few of those are of the two legged variety.” Claire snorted.

“Are you by any chance associated with Fraser’s Friesians?” Claire suddenly realized the significance of his last name. The stables were known everywhere for dressage.

“Aye, one and the same. Though we breed and board lots of different animals and train for more than just the fancy stepping. I train pack animals to ride backwoods trails and mules and dogs for therapy and work. We also bring the dogs to visit the hospital and rehab centers too.”

“Oh, I think I saw a recent visit at Children’s Hospital, the children were so happy and the dogs were very loving.” She said.

“That would have been Jenny, my sister, she takes the dogs round for visits every two or three weeks. She says whenever her husband Ian is getting on her nerves it gives her proper perspective.” Claire laughed.

“And you are working with the National Polo Club this season?” She asked.

“A wee bit. I travel a fair amount with the work I do so I canna commit to a full season. Do ye ken much about the sport?” He asked.

“Not a thing, except there are horses and mallets and tall boots.” Claire admitted.

“Aye, true enough. The horses are called ponies but they arna’. A good polo pony is verra fast, smart but needs to be taught the sport, same as the rider, or maybe more so because they are switched out every few minutes and so a pairing of horse and rider changes often. The horse has to respond correctly even when the rider is unfamiliar and gives imperfect signals. So, I come in and work wi’ them so they keep sharp.” Claire was looking straight ahead but could feel his smile nevertheless.

“Today though, had nothing to do with polo? I mean you are all a bit far from a field up here, aren’t you?” she asked. He grunted in acknowledgement.

“Ach, I have a string of horses I’m breaking for trail riding. Dougal is my uncle, Rupert my cousin, ken? So out here in the mountains I’m no’ the owner of Fraser’s Friesians and they’re no’ the best polo riders to come out of Scotland in a decade. We’re just lads out for an afternoon of fun.”

“Do you like your work?”

“Aye, I do. We’re still building the bloodlines – cattle cost dear, ye ken? But my life is my own and I like to think I do a bit of good in the process.”

“It sounds lovely, you have a unique skill set.” She complimented.

She shifted a bit, trying to get comfortable. The movement made Jamie notice things about Mistress Beauchamp he had not been aware of before.

“Ach, no’ really just a little exotic maybe for the times we live in. No so impressive as the doctoring ye do.” He said and Claire inclined her head in acknowledgement.

Their sunny day was fast disappearing in a windy rush of clouds overhead that had the temperature cooling considerably. Jamie could see goosebumps appear along her arms. He pulled her to him, adjusting her seat to ease her position.

“Better?” he asked. She nodded.

Neither of them commented on the fact that she was now sitting pretty much on his lap. Jamie because, despite the fact that between her lovely round arse lodged firmly between his legs and the smell of her hair in his nose, he was in danger of getting an erection which the kilt would only hide for so long, she was the best thing he’d ever held in his arms. Claire because she felt like she had just curled up into a furnace and reveled in the solid, warm heat of him.

An hour later, the stables came into view. Cell service was regained and Claire was able to reach Joe on his mobile to arrange for a ride back to her flat.

After bidding the riding group goodbye, Jamie settled her on the small sofa in his office to await her friend while he tended to the horses, allowing the rhythmic movement of curry comb calm his jumbled thoughts but his mind kept turning again and again to Claire Beauchamp. Finally he tossed the comb down with a sigh.

“Mi’lord?” came a surprised inquiry in a bit of a French accent.

“Fergus, lad, can ye put Donas in the paddock and see that Thistle’s hoof is tended to?”

“Where are you going?”

“To see if I can talk a lass into a date.”

“A date, with wh– oh in your office? The lady with the big —” Fergus made a bawdy gesture in front of his chest. Jamie smiled before he caught himself and schooled his features to a more respectful neutral.

“Her name is Claire, and as she is indeed a lady, ye can keep yer mind out of the gutter, wee little gomeral, ken?”

“Oui, Mi’lord!” and all but muscled Jamie out of the way and off in the direction of his office.

Jamie had long since given up trying to get Fergus to call him Jamie. It had started years before. Fergus was one of several children participating in a community service program at the stables. They were part of a special group of at risk youth who spent time at Frasers caring for the animals, training them, being responsible for their needs.

It was one of Jamie’s favorite endeavors. For most of their lives these kids had not been asked to take initiative or responsibility. Most knew about dogs, of course, but not given the chance to work one on one teaching them specific tricks and very few had contact with larger animals.

During the first couple of weeks, this boy had been very quiet, withdrawn.

Jamie had learned a bit about all of them, that was part of the process.

His name was Claudel. His mother had moved here from Paris following a boyfriend when he was around ten and he was fourteen when he first came to the stables. Increasingly getting into trouble, shoplifting, petty theft, hanging out with an older, more troublesome crowd.

After being caught joyriding in someone else’s car, he was offered a diversion program instead of jail. His protection officer had recommend Frasers for his community service hours.

As the weeks progressed, Jamie watched him. He was very good with the horses. Donas, who was a prima donna and difficult for anyone but Jamie or Murtagh to manage, tolerated Fergus very well and Jamie trusted the instincts of the animals.

He also had very clever hands, which Jamie discovered after Fergus had picked his pocket, taking a small metal pin, called a snake, which fit the latch mechanism of the paddock gate. He needed that pin but he also wanted to help the kid.

“Claudel, is it? That’s my snake!” Jamie grabbed the snake back.

“I hate that name,” he retorted, rigid and white with apprehension, thinking his next stop would be a police car.

“Mmmph,” Jamie considered, trying to find a way to connect with the boy.

“Well, I dinna have to call ye that but I must call ye something. How about Fergus?”

“Fergoose?” He responded in his lingering Parisian accent.

Jamie nodded and so did Fergus. Jamie then surprised him with a proposal to hire him to work at the stables after school, during weekends and breaks.

The offer was so welcome and unexpected that the newly christened Fergus had exclaimed, “Dieu soit loue!” an expression of habit he used with some frequency.

Over time Fergus applied it to Jamie himself, anglicized and shortened, to Mi’lord.

In the half-dozen or so years since, Fergus had been by Jamie’s side as he built the international reputation of the stables. As his mother grew more and more unstable, Fergus started living with Jamie. After she died, he changed his last name to Fraser.

An unfortunate accident while in the line of duty resulted in Fergus’s losing his left hand. He’d saved Jamie’s life that day and Jamie and Jenny had rallied around him to support him as best they could under his new circumstances. They’d not let him wallow in self-pity but forced him back to work as soon as they may, mostly to give him confidence that he would find a new future.

The injury had limited his horse tending duties but resulted in discovering what an exceptionally gifted riding coach Fergus was. He was light boned, incredibly graceful and sat atop a horse as if the the manor born.

More importantly, clients respected him enormously, he had the haughty disposition of a nobleman condescending to impart some of the wisdom running through his blue blood.

The irony of the entire matter was that as Fergus picked up more clients on the continent, he came to the attention of the family of the Comte St. Germain. Claudel St. Germain might– or might not– be the first son of the recently deceased Comte and his first wife– a circumstance which was of grave importance to the current widow and second son of the Comte.

The investigation and attendant court battle, none of which Fergus had much interest in, had been raging this past year and a half. No one in high society knew what to make of this extraordinary turn of events. How does one address a former one-handed stable boy turned riding coach and possible heir to one of the greatest fortunes in Europe?

As a result, Jamie and Fergus, who had been familiar sights at equine functions for several years found themselves now welcomed in all the society functions surrounding them as well and with open arms. No one wanted to be on the wrong side of a perceived insult to either Fraser.

Both Frasers, though, still spent a good part of each day generally razzing on one another. Neither of them- Lord Broch Tuarach nor the putative Comte St. Germain– took their titles seriously.

After all, horse shite needs to be mucked out of the stable no matter what name is stamped on the back of the man holding the pitchfork.

Fergus now watched as Jamie made his way into the main offices adjacent to the paddock. He had observed that while Mi’lord was generally a great judge of horseflesh, he knew squat about women.

When he dated, he had the unfortunate habit of picking immature, superficial types, ones whose personalities would start to grate just as soon as the flirting attraction wore off.

The woman he rode in with was something else entirely. She was attractive to be sure, beautiful pale skin, lovely figure and a smile that reached her eyes but she was no model.

She also, in a refreshing change, was witty, exchanging banter as the clan all rode in and clearly holding her own.

He watched from the paddock some time later as she was escorted to her friend’s car and smiled in satisfaction as she and Mi’lord exchanged their contact information.

The Sun, The Moon, The Truth [a Barry Allen AU] (The Flash/Teen Wolf Crossover: Part 2)

a/n: aye part two already! I hope you’ll enjoy this, I had fun writing it! I also made an outfit, tell me whatcha think of that. If you want to be tagged in the future parts, shoot me a message! Until then, enjoy!

Part 1


“Where exactly…are we?” Barry asks cautiously. Honestly, he isn’t sure what he should be asking; what’s acceptable. Scott seems like a nice guy but Barry really doesn’t want to get on the alpha’s bad side. After all, who knows what an alpha can do to a beta.

The loft appears to be abandoned; it doesn’t look like anyone lives here. Barry’s navy shoes scuff lightly on the cracked gray concrete floor. “Derek’s old loft. He left Beacon Hills a while back… But, this is where you and Y/N are staying for the full moon.” Scott informs, plopping down the black duffle bag he’s carrying with a loud clank.

The forensic scientist furrows his thick eyebrows at the sound of metal. What the hell is in the bag? Stiles helps Scott after unzipping the bag, pulling out strands of chains. “Woah, woah, what-what are those?!” Barry asks in a panic, dark charcoal cardigan flapping around his blue shirt. He turns to you; wide grassy green eyes flashing neon purple for a quick second.

“They’re chains. On the first full moon…it’s safe to be chained up. That way, our inner animal won’t hurt anyone.” you explain, smiling softly at him. “This is only my second full moon, so I need them as much as you do.” you try to comfort, pulling your off-white Nirvana shirt down.

Barry lets out a breath that he’d been holding in, pushing his hair off his forehead. There’s a slight smell of gasoline in the air and he sniffs around. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to the smell.” Stiles shrugs while he clips the ends of the restraints to opposite ends of the walls. “You’ll be over here.” he says to Barry, pointing to one side of the room. “And Y/N will be all the way at that end.” he gestures across the room.

Noticing, and feeling, the anxiety, Scott pats the tall brunette’s shoulder, trying to be the ‘nurturing’ alpha. “We’ll be right back, I promise. Then you can meet the rest of the pack. You guys are safe.” he reassures, giving you the same look before he and Stiles tie the light brown straps to yours and Barry’s wrists.

“Wait! No! Come on, I don’t need to be restrained!” Barry calls out after the two guys exit. When he realizes that the pack isn’t coming back, he slumps down against the wall, testing the leather brown cuffs. Pulling them, his bright green eyes watch his arms fall limply at his sides; cardigan flapping around him.

Your gray skinny jeans ride up a bit as you squat, puffing out a breath of air. “Trust me dude, you wanna be restrained.” you mutter, seeing the pinks and purples of the setting sun from the dusty windows. Shifting in your black combat boots, you plop down on the cracked ground, Y/C/H bouncing.

At that, Barry’s quick to respond, shaking his head in a condescending way. “Oh no, I’m not dangerous, I can hardly hit a bumble bee!” he smiles bashfully, “Did you know that bees are actually a key part of living?” he rambles, raising his hand only for it to be pulled back. “They bring the-”



“Do you do that a lot?” you ask, kind of sarcastically, snorting when he tilts his head to the side, pouting. “You know…ramble? If you do, try to keep it to a minimum. At least for now.” you smirk at him, feeling your claws starting to come out. “Okay, try to think of some…something that makes you human.” you pant, shutting your eyes to remain calm.

Barry can hear his blood pumping through his ears and looks at you with wide eyes. “Wh-what?” he breathes, feeling his chest rise and fall at a rapid rate. “I don’t… I don’t un-understa-ah-ha, that’s not normal.” he speeds out, watching his claws sprout from his nail buds.

Gulping, the brunette clenches his eyes shut, opening them and looking around. Everything is… much clearer. A low growl escapes him to his surprise and he pulls at the chains. When he glances at you, he growls a little more, much louder than you are. Maybe it was a dominance thing.

After a couple hours of flashing your yellow, and his purple, eyes at each other, the two of you calm down. Your loose t-shirt tumbles off one of your shoulders as you catch your breath. “When is Scott coming back?” Barry huffs through his fangs, peering down at himself. Due to one of his claws getting caught, there’s a hole in his dark gray cardigan and some in his jeans as well.

You shrug, glancing out the window. There’s a tinge of light blue at the bottom of a jet black sky, signifying the night’s almost up. “Well, it’s almost morning, so I assume soon.” you mutter; hair messy and clothes disheveled. You let out a sigh, seeing the blood in your palms disappear slowly, healing themselves.

“The cuffs ripped a bit…” he grumbles shyly, neon purple eyes shimmering at you. To that, you shrug again, panting while your nails shorten back to their normal length. “At-at least I didn’t hurt anyone…” Barry whispers to himself.

A bright fanged smile stretches across your face the moment you hear that. “Told you. I didn’t say it just to be kinky.” you giggle, making him blush. “They had to chain Liam to a pole apparently on his full moon…” you hum, ears perking up when you hear Stiles’ voice a little ways away.

Before Barry realizes it, Scott and Stiles pull the heavy metal door open, stepping into the loft. “Congrats, you’ve officially made it through your first full moon, Bartholomew.” Stiles claps his hands together, causing his red and gray flannel to sway.

Scott walks to Barry as Stiles heads towards you. “How’d it go? You both alright?” he asks, voice full of concern while he undoes the cuffs.

“I need a shower.” Barry comments, eyes shifting back to his normal hazel color.

Nodding, the alpha pats his beta’s shoulder; green button down flapping around slightly. “We need to meet the pack first.”


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Fic: As a Door Closes

Here is the latest part of my Heartlines AU story. I hope you all enjoy it.

The rest of the chapters (and my other work) can be found here 

As always I’d love to know what you think.


Originally posted by jlbwedding

She opened the door and Jamie was speechless. Claire was always beautiful, more than beautiful, but looking at her right now he simply could not formulate thoughts into speech. She wore a tight fitted black sequinned gown with a high neck and capped sleeves. A slit ran up one side revealing an expanse of creamy leg and strappy silver sandals. But her head was the biggest shock. Normally Claire favoured natural looking makeup, muted tones in browns and greys, her hair either haphazardly restrained or a riot of curls which grazed her shoulders. But today she looked entirely different, her whiskey coloured eyes looked even more tigerish with an application of flicked up eyeliner and her lips were an enticing cranberry red. Her hair, normally such a riot, fell in sleek, smooth waves down to her breasts. She looked at him shyly. “What do you think?” She gave him a little swirl revealing a low back. His mouth opened and closed soundlessly and she laughed. “Oh good, you like it!” He watched her sashay down the path towards the waiting car, swallowing audibly.

The event was a combination of wealthy donors, local businessmen and hospital staff. As it happened, because of this Jamie knew at least as many people as Claire and he was kept more than busy shaking hands, answering queries about Lallybroch and talking shop. Claire moved round the room, chatting, smiling and generally trying to encourage the great and good in attendance to cough up some money to help refurb the ailing pediatrics wing. Prior to choosing General Surgery Claire had rotated through the department and had been sorely tempted by a career in that speciality. As it was she had gone another way, but she was often called upon by the department when a general surgeon was needed and she had campaigned passionately for the wing in its bid to upgrade its facilities. Jamie watched her work the room. Her smile was simply radiant. He was struck again by his sheer fortune that such a wonderful woman was his. His pride in her and her achievements was endless and to see her here, tonight, amongst her peers, he thought his heart would burst with it. He lost sight of her for a moment and he scanned the room, his height giving his an advantage. She popped up beside him holding two glasses of champagne. “I managed to charm these out the waiter. He didn’t want to give me any as they are having terrible trouble rounding everyone up to go into dinner” Her face was flushed slightly from the champagne and it gave her a glow that made her look even more lovely. She hooked an arm through his. “I forgot to ask. What happened to the kilt I was promised?” Instead of the aforementioned kilt, Jamie was wearing a bright blue three piece suit. Single breasted with a sharp white shirt and blue tie he looked magnificent amongst the sea of black tuxedos, his red hair and towering height making him stand out even further. “Well, the last time I wore a kilt to an event like this I spent half the night bein’ asked what I wore underneath it an’ the other half fending off women tryna find out for themselves. I figured I’d save myself the bother this time” he laughed. “Are ye disappointed?”

“Well, a little bit,” she answered tilting her head to one side to look at him. “But on the other hand you look sexy as hell in that suit, so I can’t complain too much can I?” She gave him a lewd wink which made them both laugh and he drew her to him and kissed her on her forehead.

“And you, Mo Nighean Donn,” He said, “I canna begin to say how wonderful you look. Ye’re always the most beautiful woman in the room, but tonight, well, I keep having to pinch myself to make sure I’m awake.” Her colour heightened a little more, but her response was cut off by the the boom of the ever jocular chief of surgery.

“Claire, Claire. I hardly recognised you without your scrubs and cap! Isn’t it fun trying to spot everyone in their civvies?”

He kissed her lightly on the cheek and she turned to introduce Jamie. He shook Jamie’s hand warmly.

“This is Dr Grant, our chief, this is Jamie, my…” she paused slightly as she cast around for the right title. They’d only know each other three weeks and whilst what they had was clearly serious, they’d not yet gotten round to defining it in any way. “…my partner” she settled for, looking at Jamie meaningfully.

“Partner,”  he thought “Aye, that’ll do for now, but one day…”

This thought was abruptly cut short, by Dr Grant turing behind him and pulling forward a couple about Jamie and Claire’s age. “This is my nephew, David.” He said smiling broadly, “He’s a property developer. And this is his fiancee, Geneva.”

Jamie felt the heat rise in his face and Claire coughed slightly as she took a too big gulp of champagne. Geneva’s chestnut hair was swept back from her face and she wore a flowing tulle gown with a slight princess skirt in a soft blush pink. She also wore a very large, if conventional, diamond which she had not been wearing the last time the three of them had come face to face. She looked ethereal and stunning. She also looked uncomfortable and embarrassed, clearly not enjoying this impromptu reunion any more than Claire and Jamie. David, a handsome man, with dark hair a soft brown eyes, also appeared somewhat discomfited by this meeting. He may or may not have been aware of the show down in Jamie’s living room, but it was obvious he knew who Jamie was. He moved slightly closer to Geneva, placing a hand around her waist. Claire recovered herself first.

“Oh how lovely. And what a beautiful ring. Have you set a date?” The corner of Geneva’s mouth lifted slightly as she answered. “Oh, not yet, but we’re hoping for next summer. We only got engaged last week, didn’t we darling?’ She turned to David. “Oh, yes, just last week” he replied. Dr Grant laughed loudly digging poor David in the side. “But how many times did ye have to ask the lass? What was it four times before she finally said yes to you?” David smiled blandly, Jamie developed an acute interest in the pattern on the carpet. Thankfully the waiting staff took that moment to get assertive and they were promptly rounded up and herded into the ballroom.

Fortunately, Dr Grant’s table was over near the front of the room, whilst Jamie and Claire, along with a host of other hospital staff were tucked away near the back.

“Keeping us hidden” said Geillis, archly, flipping red hair over her shoulder. “But still, least we’re much nearer the bar here” She waved a red nailed hand in the direction of a waiter beckoning him over. Next to her, her new boyfriend, Josh sat looking slightly bemused and very much under her spell. Jamie was thrilled to at last have a chance to meet all the friends that Claire had regaled him with stories of. Her friend Joe Abernathy, who had transferred here from Boston, the indomitable Mrs Fitz, who despite clearly having a first name, no one called anything else, including her husband a jocular highlander with a big laugh who had clearly not suffered the same concerns as Jamie as he wore a kilt in eye catching MacKenzie tartan. Timid little Mary who spoke quietly but after a few drinks it turned out had a fondness for rude jokes and a huge dirty laugh. These were the people who he knew were important to Claire. As someone with no blood ties, this was the closest she had to real family and he was acutely aware of what it meant that she had wanted him here, with her and them tonight. The night was a lot more fun than he had expected. He found that he had an easy rapport with Claire’s friends who made him welcome, and with the exception of Geillis, who Claire had warned him about, none of them felt the need to grill him too intently. They danced until Claire begged for mercy, her high heels finally getting the better of her. Moving off to the side he drew her close and kissed her deeply. “Shall we go home now, Mo Nighean Donn?” he murmured into her ear.

“Oh yes” she replied. “I might not be getting the chance to find out what a Scotsman wears under his kilt, but I’m still pretty interested in what might be going on under that suit” She tugged his earlobe gently with her teeth and he gave a shudder. “I’ll just pop to the bathroom and then we’ll leave”

He waited across the hall for Claire, fiddling with his phone. A blur of pink caught the corner of his eye as the statuesque figure of his ex wife strode purposefully into the bathroom in which Claire had just entered.

Claire had been in there for a while. So had Geneva. He’d seen David go by looking for her, but offered no information. He stared at the door willing it to open and for Claire to come out. He couldn’t hear any shouting. Or screaming. That was something he supposed. Surely if something terrible was happening he’d hear it. But still what were they both doing in there. The door opened and Geneva exited, catching Jamie’s eyes briefly. He tried to make out the expression behind them, but she was gone too quickly. Another minute later, the door opened again this time bringing Claire with it.

Jamie’s eyebrows were almost under his hairline. “And what was that about? Should I be worried? She’s no been telling you what a terrible man I am has she?”

Claire laughed at Jamie was surprised to feel his heart and stomach both unclench a little. She stood on tiptoes and kissed him lightly. “Let’s go home and I’ll tell you everything”

She sat facing him on the sofa in her living room. She’d kicked off her heels in the hall and her hair was starting to kink slightly.

“Well, I don’t think you need to be too concerned with Geneva from now on Jamie. We had a good chat and I think things are going to be ok on that front.”

“Oh yeah? How can you be so sure? We’ve been seperated for over 4 years and she turned up at my house because she’d heard I’d been kissing someone. She’s no exactly rational.”

“No really, Jamie. Just listen”

As Claire had stepped out of the cubicle she had walked straight into Geneva.  Dodging round her to wash her hands, she had become aware of the fact that Geneva was clearly there to speak with her. She waited for a beat.

“C..Claire?” Geneva began unsteadily, clearly searching for the words. “I just wanted to say… I’m sorry. For the other day. It was, it was… unacceptable.” Claire opened her mouth to respond but Geneva raised her hand imploring to be allowed to continue. Claire nodded.

“Jamie was right. It was pride. I was so angry with him. For so long. I felt cheated by him. When we got married I wanted it to be a certain way. But it wasn’t. So I tried to change him. To make him into what I wanted him to be, rather than simply accepting that he wasn’t what I wanted any more than I was what he wanted. And he, being the honourable man he is left. He couldn’t live a lie, he couldn’t be less than his true self. And I was so angry. For almost 5 years it’s eaten away at me. He’s the only thing I’ve ever failed at. That I haven’t been able to bend to my will as it were. And so I couldn’t let go. Even after I met David, who is everything I was looking for in my marriage to Jamie and couldn’t find, I still didn’t let go. I didn’t let Jamie go. I knew, deep down that he would feel the weight of the failure of our marriage whether it was his fault or not and I used that to hurt him. Whilst I was living my life and being happy elsewhere, and Jamie was right about that, David does make me happy, I kept on punishing him. And all because I couldn’t admit failure. When my friend called me and told me she’d seen the two of you. I don’t know what came over me. It was like all the anger and bitterness of the last four years were just poured over my head. I wanted to rip my skin off with it. But I saw then , the way he looked at you. The way he never, ever looked at me. But I do have someone who looks at me like that. David has been asking me to marry him for years and I’ve always said no. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I couldn’t bear for Jamie to feel like he had permission to move on. And I’m sorry. I’m so very fucking sorry.” The profanity seemed out of place coming out of the mouth of one so perfectly coiffed and softly spoken. She seemed a different person to the wild eyed, object flinging woman of only a few weeks earlier. She looked at her hands and adjusted her ring.

“Tell Jamie.” She looked Claire in the eye. “Tell him I’m sorry. For all of it. And that I wish him… I wish him joy.” Claire nodded slowly and Geneva smiled, tears in her eyes. Claire unthinkingly reached out a hand and Geneva took it squeezing her fingers slightly. She nodded stiffly and in turned and was gone in a swish of pink tulle and chanel No 5. Claire stood there for a moment, wondering if that had really happened. She took a deep breath and went back to join Jamie.

“So she really said all that?’ Jamie asked incredulous. He had known Geneva a long time and whilst he knew she did have her virtues he wasn’t sure magnanimity had ever been one of them.

“She did” Claire replied nodding. “Whether she meant it, I guess only time will tell, but she seemed genuine” She shrugged. “I’m glad we can put it behind us though. I’m glad that *you* can move on with your life now.

“Aye, aye I can” he met her eyes and held her gaze, reaching for her hand as he did so. “And I so what you to be part of that life, Claire. Next weekend, I ken ye’re off work until Wednesday, will ye come to the Highlands wi me? To Lallybroch?” Nerves were making his accent thicker.

“Jamie, I honestly cannot think of a nicer way to spend my time off.” He smiled a smile of such joy that he looked, for a moment like a small boy. She leaned forward and kissed the tip of his nose. “But right now I want to find out what a scotsman wears under his suit.”

Island of Hope PT.2

Characters: You and Hoseok (J-Hope, Hobi), Suga, Namjoon, Jimin

Word Count: 4047

Read PT.1 Here 

“Folks, we are preparing for landing” You faintly heard your pilot announce through your sleep.

You lifted your head up and rubbed your eyes. As you looked out the window, you gasped as how dramatic the change was in scenery. Not too far off in the distance, you were finally seeing the ocean that you had been dreaming about for so long.

“Hobi! Wake up and look outside!”

You nudged his arm.

“Huh?” He replied.

He got up and peered out the window.

“Oh wow, I can’t believe we’re here already”

He turned around.

“Hey guys, wake up! Do you see this?”

From behind you, the rest of the group slowly woke up.

“Are we there yet?” Yoongi asked with his eyes still closed.

“We’re here!” You replied excitedly.

As your group grabbed their luggage, Hobi made a few calls.

“The bus over there is going to take us to our vacation house. Once we check in and put all of our things away, you’re all free to explore. These cards will get you into many places on the island.”

“I’m so glad you made all of these arrangements” Namjoon said as he received a card from Hobi. “This trip is going to be amazing”

Hobi laughed.

“I wish I could say that I did it all by myself but Y/N helped out a lot too”

“Well, in that case, thank you Y/N” Namjoon said.

“Aww, our Y/N is the best” Jimin cooed.

You grinned.

“I won’t accept any praise until we are actually in our house. Who knows? What if I actually majorly screwed up?” You joked.

“Holy shit. This place is huge!” Emily yelled as you all got inside the house.

“Huge and expensive” You replied laughing. “But totally worth it! Everyone pretty much gets their own room”

“Oohhh, let’s get the rooms with the biggest bathroom!”

You nodded in agreement and ran around with her trying to find out where it was.

“I think these are the one” Emily said proudly. “Which room do you want?”

“I don’t care to be honest”

“Oh Y/N! Pick one!”

You laughed. “Fine. I’ll take the one on the right”

“Ohhhh, the one closest to Yoongi??”

“Oh gosh! Stop! I really wish that I hadn’t told you”

She laughed.

“Sorry Y/N, it’s just so cute how juvenile you’re being about this. Are you sure you like him?” She asked.


“Then promise me that you’ll try and make a move already… I hate seeing you suffer like this”

“I’m not suffering! I’m just waiting for the right moment. Besides, I have it all planned out. Once he sees me in my new swim suit, he won’t be able to resist me”

“Oh gosh Y/N. I wish you all the luck in the world! Now. I’m off to try and woo Namjoon.”

“Joon?” You asked surprised.

“Yes! He’s sweet and handsome. He also has a wicked smart mind! He’s perfect Y/N. You can’t tell me otherwise”

You began to laugh. “Do you hear us? We sound like sirens or conquerors of weak men”

Emily began to laugh too. “Is it our fault that their hearts are so weak against beautiful women?”

You shook your head. “Okay, even I don’t know what to say to that”

She winked.

“I’ll see you later, Y/N”

With that she walked out of your room and back to hers.

On the other side of the house, all the men were gathered in the kitchen after picking their rooms.

“Is it weird if I’m a little jealous that they got the rooms with the big bathrooms?” Jimin asked.

“No need to get greedy” Joon replied. “Even if you’re sharing a bathroom with me and Yoongi…”

“Alright guys, I know you’re all jealous about losing the big bathroom to the women, but there are more important matters such as what we are going to do first and what are we going to eat later?” Hobi asked.

“I’m gonna rest for a bit” Yoongi replied.

“Didn’t get enough sleep on the plane?” Jimin asked.

“I’m feeling a bit jetlagged. Now if you don’t mind, I’m off to bed. I’ll see you guys later for dinner”

“Alright then, how about you Joon?” Hobi asked.

“Emily asked me to go with her to the shopping centers.”

“You guys are going shopping? I want to go!” Jimin said not understanding the situation.

“I guess that just leaves me and Y/N then” Hobi said. “You guys have fun! We can meet later for dinner if we’re all still hungry by then. Just give me a call or text”

“Gah! Didn’t he sleep enough on the plane?” You whined as you walked the streets with Hobi. Sure the sun was warm and shining but you couldn’t help but feel a little gloomy.

“He said he was feeling jet lagged”

You groaned again. “Go wake him up!”

Hobi laughed. “You can do that yourself Y/N. Just go in there and start yelling like you always do when you’re having a fit. I’m sure he’ll wake up”

You stuck your tongue out at him and knew what he meant. You were probably annoying him with your antics. “Sorry Hobi. Where are we going, anyways?” You asked.

“I thought it would be nice to go eat somewhere new”

“I do love food…” You replied.

“Come on, this way Y/N. I’ll feed you.”

As the waiter sat your plates down, you both began to drool at how delicious everything looked.

“I can’t Hobi. I have to help you pay for this! I don’t care what you say. Just look at the way the steam radiates off the meat!”

“It’s fine Y/N! Now eat before it gets cold”

You grabbed a fork and dug in.

“How is this so good?” You practically cried out. “You have to try this, Hobi!”

You grabbed some more food and held out your fork for him to eat.

“Holy shit Y/N. What did you order again? I’m gonna have to come back later and get the same thing for myself! Here, try some of mine”

“Where did you find this place?” You asked as you took a bite from his fork.

“It was just on Yelp!” He replied.

Once you were done with your meals, Hobi waved a waiter down for the check.

“Thank you again.” You replied as he placed his card into the checkbook. “I’m gonna be honest though… If you find a few twenty dollar bills hidden around you later… don’t be surprised”

Hobi laughed and shook his head. “Please don’t. I don’t know how you do it… but to this day I still find dollar bills in the weirdest places”

You both couldn’t help but laugh. As the waitress came back, she placed the receipt down along with a slice of cake.

“A dessert on the house for the happy couple!” The waitress said.

You looked up in surprise at the waiter. “Oh, we’re..”

“We’re so glad we get free dessert! Isn’t that right, honey?” Hobi said cutting in.

The waitress smiled.

“How long have you guys been together?”

“About 10 years” Hobi said with a smile.

“Ten years?” She replied. “You guys don’t look a day over 21. How old were you when you asked her out? 12?”

“Yep, I knew she was the one for me when I first laid eyes on her” Hobi continued. “Thank you. We’ll enjoy it!”

You grinned and grabbed his hand from across the table.

“Thank you” You said to the waiter.

“No problem! We hope to see you two lovebirds again!”

“What was that?” Hobi asked laughing after leaving the restaurant.

“What do you mean? I had to make it believable!”

He continued to laugh. “It was already believable! That’s why we got the dessert in the first place! You violently grabbing my hand made it obvious that we weren’t.”

“It wasn’t even violent! And hey! We still got the dessert!”

“Aye, Y/N.. What am I going to do with you?”

“Well, now that you ask….. There was something that I saw that we could do tomorrow.”

“And what’s that?” He asked.

You showed him your phone.

“No, no, no!” Hobi replied.

You grabbed onto his arm.

“Pleaseeeeeee! It’s just turtles! It will be so fun! Plus, there will be an expert guide with us and I already made a reservation for all of us and so you can’t back out now”

“I don’t know, Y/N” Hobi said turning to face you.

“We did not pay all this money to not go snorkeling with turtles! Nothing can go wrong! Plus, I’ll be there with you, Hobi.”

Hobi pouted.

“The things I do for you, Y/N…”

“Welcome to Oahu Hidden Gem Tour! I’ll be your host today!”

Even though the tour was beginning now, you couldn’t help but glance over to where Yoongi was. He seemed so content just staring out into the sea.

Wow. You thought to yourself. You still couldn’t get that dream out of your head.

Hobi nudged you.


“Our tour guide asked you a question”

You snapped out of your daydream and looked up turning red.

“Oh! I’m sorry! What was the question?”

“I wanted to know if you were enjoying your stay here”

“Oh! Yes! I love it here!” You replied.

She smiled and continued to talk to everyone on the tour. “Today we will be visiting some major landmarks and then later on we will split into pairs to snorkel with some of Hawaii’s famous green turtles!”

Pairs? You thought to yourself. This was your chance to get paired up with Yoongi! But then you looked at Hobi and knew you couldn’t leave your best friend alone like that. You knew he was nervous and so you linked arms with Hobi and smiled.

“You’ve got this”

He smiled weakly and nodded.

“Save me if a shark comes?”

“Of course! Before we left, Jungkooky told me how to fight off a shark.”

“Jungkook?” Hobi asked wearily.

You continued.

“Yeah! You just gotta punch it in the nose!”

As you threw your arm in the air, pretending to punch a shark… Hobi shook his head.

“Oh god, we’re going to die…”

“Alright everyone! Gear up! All required equipment is here and ready for pick up”

You stood in line with Hobi and continued to cheer him on. Even after the beautiful scenic boat ride and hike around Oahu, you could tell that he still wasn’t at ease yet.

“You can do it, Hobi!”

He smiled at you. “Thank you, Y/N”

He turned to look at Yoongi and then back at you.


“What is it Hobi?”

“You should team up with Yoongi”

Your eyes grew wide. “What? No! I can’t leave you!”

“I’ll be fine Y/N. Besides, someone needs to pull Jimin away from those two. I don’t think he knows that Emily wants to pair up with Namjoon.

You turned to look at your friends and couldn’t help but smile at how oblivious Jimin was to the situation.

“Have fun with Yoongi, okay?”

With that, he ran off before you could stop him. You watched as he walked up to Jimin to direct him away from Em and Joon. You sighed and really hoped that he would be okay. Even if he said he was fine, you were still going to keep an eye on him.

As you continued watching, you saw Hobi walk up to Yoongi. They both looked your way and you turned around as Yoongi began to make his way over to you.

“Ready Y/N?” Yoongi asked.

“Yeah! Just gotta put the equipment on” You said as you struggled with your mask.

“Are you ready?” You asked.

You looked up at him and began to laugh.

“I look like squidward with the mask on, don’t I?” He asked.

“Just a little bit”

He shrugged his shoulders.

“It can’t be helped”

“Alright divers! Gather around!”

You and Yoongi walked towards the crowd.

“Does everyone have a partner? If not, please step to the side so we can find one for you”

You looked over to Hobi and waved at him. He gave you a small smile and turned to face the instructor.

“I hope he’ll be okay” Yoongi said.

“I know he will” You replied. “He’s a lot braver than he seems”

As soon as you said that, Hobi and Jimin went in the water. For a while, you lost track of where Hobi was.. but as soon as he came up from the sea… you saw a giant smile on his face.

“See?” You replied happily. You waved at him again and cheered him on.

Once it was your turn, you began to feel a little scared. What if you did see a shark? You looked for Hobi and there he was cheering you on from the boat. Just seeing him made you feel better and so you dove into the water. In that moment, time seemed to have stopped as you looked at the tranquil depths of the sea. Even though Yoongi was your partner, in the water, you swam away from him, enjoying the beautiful view below you by yourself.

“That was amazing!” You said once you got back on the boat. “Did you see the turtles? They were so cute! I wish I could take one home with me!”

“It was pretty amazing!” Yoongi replied. He took his mask off and began to dry himself off. “I wonder if they let people go in a second time?”

“Y/N!” Hobi yelled.

You turned around and grinned as you hugged him. “I told you it would be fun!”

“I wish I could go back in!” He replied.

Behind him, the rest of the group followed.

“Did you guys see any sharks?” Namjoon asked.

“No, why?! Did you see one?” Jimin asked.

“I didn’t but Emily said she did. She’s pretty shaken up by it. I think I’ll go comfort her”

You turned to look at your friend and she winked at you.

You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself at how sly she was.

“Alright passengers, it’s time to head back to shore! Please return all borrowed equipment as we make our way back”

You couldn’t believe how quickly the day had gone by. As you stood in line behind Yoongi, you realized how little you had done to try and woo him. Two days had already passed and still nothing.

When it was your turn to turn in the equipment, you stopped to ask your instructor if she knew of any good places for couples to go.

“You know, there is an area not too far off that you and your boyfriend can go visit. Lots of couples go there to watch the sunset. It’s called Sandy Beach! Look it up!”

You thanked her and walked away to search for more info on your phone.

As you walked back to the house with Hobi, you continued your search.

“I think… I think I’m going to ask him to go here with me!”

“Where?” Hobi asked.

“Sandy beach! Apparently the water can be a little scary… but I don’t plan on going in it. I just want to see the sunset and  I read that you don’t have to walk far to get a great view of it”

“That sounds nice” Hobi replied.

“Right?! I think that once we get back to the house and I’m all nice and clean… I’ll just go up to him and ask him to go with me”

“It sounds like a plan. I think I’m gonna go to sleep as soon as I can.”

Inside your room, you began to get ready. Before you were going to head for the shower, you looked at your phone and saw that it was close to dying. You plugged it into the charger before making your way to the bathroom.

Once you ripped away the dirty clothes you wore, you excitedly thought of tomorrow’s possibilities with Yoongi. You stepped into the shower and smiled at the thought of you and him again.

After washing away all the salt water from your body and hair, you got out and began to put your plan into action. While you ran downstairs, you spotted him outside in the front yard by himself.

Perfect! You thought to yourself.

As you continued on your way, Hobi popped out of nowhere. Unsurprised, you figured he was there to cheer you on and so you continued to the front door.

“Hobi, there he is! Wish me luck.” You said as you ran by.

“Wait Y/N!”

“Don’t worry,  I’ll be back”

Hobi tried to stop you but you were on a mission. You walked over to where Yoongi was and tapped his shoulder. When he turned around, it took all of your courage to ask him.

“Hey Yoongi, I was wondering if you would like to come with me?” You asked him.

“Where?” He replied.

“I hear that there’s this beach that isn’t to far away from here where you can watch the sunset… I was wondering if maybe you would like to come with me tomorrow?”

Yoongi gave you a confused look and then shook his head.

“Sorry Y/N, I don’t think that would be a good idea. Maybe you could ask the rest of the group to go with you?”

His phone began to ring before you could interject.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I have to take this call. It’s my girlfriend-“


In an instant, you understood why he had turned down your request.

“Oh. It’s okay.”


You turned and walked away as fast as you could so he couldn’t see the tears that were beginning to form. You knew you couldn’t go back to your room. There would be too many eyes on you and then questions would arise and so you just kept on walking. Once you made it to the kitchen, you turned and went outside to the back where the pool was. Luckily for you, no one was there since they were too busy getting ready for bed.

You sat at the edge of the pool and dipped your feet in. As you sat by yourself, you thought about how much of a fool you were.

“Hey Y/N. Are you feeling okay?”


Hobi sat down and wrapped an arm around you.

“I’m such a fool, aren’t I? I wish I never even came on this stupid trip”

“Don’t say that Y/N.”

You knew he was right but at the moment you just didn’t care. You looked off into the ocean and continued to cry.

“Is that why you were trying to stop me?” You asked.

Hobi sighed.

“I saw him facetiming her once I came downstairs to grab a water. At first, I thought it was just a friend, but then he said he loved her and that he couldn’t wait to see her again. I didn’t even know he had a girlfriend. I tried to call and text you but you didn’t answer me. I’m sorry I came so late”

“It’s not your fault.”

For a while, the two of you just sat outside listening to the waves in the background.


“What is it, Hobi?”

“Would you like to go with me to go watch the sunset?”

You shook your head no. “I don’t want anything to do with that beach now”

“Come on Y/N, it will just be me and you”

“I think it’ll just remind me of how stupid I probably looked in front of him”

“I’ll make you forget about him and that, I promise!”

What did you do to deserve such a wonderful person in your life? “Tomorrow then, okay? Right now, I’m just ready to go to bed.”

“Alright Y/N, I’ll walk you to your room”

Hobi continued to have his arm wrapped around you as you both made it back to the house. Outside, Yoongi was waiting.

“Y/N, before you go in, can I explain myself?”

You gave Hobi a nod and he let go.

“I’ll wait for you inside” He said.

You looked up at Yoongi and gave him a small smile. After your small crying session, you realized that you were being juvenile about this. “Hey Yoongi”

“I’m so sorry Y/N. I didn’t mean for your feelings to get hurt.”

“No, I’m sorry. Here I was trying to throw myself all over you. I didn’t even know you had a girlfriend. How long have you been dating?”

“About 5 years now”

“Wow! How have you guys been managing that?”

“I don’t even know. She’s just really amazing for standing by me all this time”

As he spoke of her, you felt happy for him. You were never a spiteful person.

“You seem like a lucky guy”

“I know. So is Hobi”

You were confused. “What do you mean?”

“He has you”  


“You know he’s in love with you, right?”


“You’re all he ever talks about.”

You shook your head. “No, Hobi and I? We’re just friends.”

“Honestly, have you never noticed? When you guys are in the same room, he only looks at you. All his songs… his lyrics… really Y/N? His willingness to do everything for you even though he can be scared of so many things?”

You stood staring at him speechless and so he shook his head.

“Maybe you thought I was the one for you… but who you really needed was always in front of you and you were just too blind to see it.”

He walked up to you and patted you on the back.

“It’s probably a lot to sink in but just think about it for a bit and you’ll see what I’m talking about. Now let’s head inside before he gets worried”

Yoongi led the way and you followed. Inside, Hobi was waiting.

“Hey guys, everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything is fine” You replied. “Let’s go get some rest.”

Inside your room, you wanted nothing more than to lay down and go to sleep. You were no longer sad about Yoongi but what he said to you was stuck in your head. If Hobi was in love with you… then why didn’t he ever say anything to you?


He was your best friend… why would he not tell you? You got out of bed and made your way over to his room. You wanted to know if it was true.

*Knock* *Knock*

“Who is is?” You heard him call from inside.

“It’s me”

Hobi came and opened the door.

“What’s wrong Y/N?”

As soon as you saw him though, you lost all courage to ask him about how he felt about you. In a way, you were scared to hear the truth. What if he didn’t? You didn’t want to ruin your relationship with him. You felt lost.

“Can I… can I sleep here tonight?”

Hobi was confused but he agreed.

“Sure, let me just make the bed.”

As you laid down next to him, you couldn’t help but still think about what Yoongi said. You turned to look at Hobi but he was already fast asleep. You thought back to the restaurant and how he said he had known you were the one for him since he first laid eyes on you. Was it a lie? If not… Holy shit. You thought. For 10 years he didn’t say anything! But maybe Yoongi was right, maybe he did in other ways but you were just too blind to see it.

You moved up closer to Hobi and placed your head on his chest so you could fall asleep.

In the morning, you woke up to finding yourself wrapped around Hobi. With his arms around you, you felt so safe and comfortable as you always did with him. And that’s when it dawned on you..  Hobi was better than any guy of your dreams…. He was real… He was real and he had always been there for you.

You slowly detached yourself from him and made your way out of his room and back to yours.

A/N: J-HOOOOPE! This is the end of pt.2! *Spoiler alert* I think there will only be one or two parts left to this. I dunno. We’ll see! Hopefully everyone is doing well! I, for one, am doing okay! I’m not writing as much as i would like but i am close to finishing a new and different story! Im still working on Spectre and Lone Wolf though! I swear that i have not abandoned it! Funny story though, every time i go back to read and edit them… i get really sleepy because i have read it so many times hahah -_- 

anonymous asked:


@andnothinghurts asked for 25 too.

“Swan! You could have bloody warned me about the ending.”

Emma rolled her eyes and tried to hide her grin before she turned to face the enthusiastic bookworm.

“I’ve told you before, I just look after the books. I don’t read them.” she informed his outraged face, “Also, please remember this is a library? Voice at minimal levels.”

“But you must have read this one otherwise why recommend it in the first place?”

Emma shrugged. “Heard Belle talking about it last week.” 

He followed her as she made her way to the back of the stacks, pushing along the trolley he knew she’d be needing. 

“That’s it, we’re starting a book club. No arguments, we’re doing this together. You don’t know what you’re missing, love.”

“A book club?”


Emma placed the handful of hardbacks onto the trolley and stepped closer to him, causing him to visibly gulp.

“You know, you could just ask me over for dinner or drinks. Like a normal guy?” she flirted, giving him the hint he’d clearly been waiting for all these months.

“And where’s the fun in being normal?” he nervously enquired. 

“I guarantee plenty of fun.” she whispered before placing a kiss to his lips. 

She pulled back before he could even register what had happened.

“Meet me back here at seven?” 

And with that she wheeled the cart round the stacks and disappeared out of sight, leaving the man standing dumbfounded.

“Right! Yes. Seven. Perfect!” He lamely responded, slightly stumbling over his feet before heading out in a daze, wondering how he’d gotten so lucky. 

When Rocky surprises you on your graduation day

Thank you for requesting~ I really hope you like this, please tell me what you think about this! ^^ Also, this might be too early but CONGRATULATIONS on graduating! ^^

I LOVE Y’ALL, YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU ♥ stay awesome my readers, i have eternal love for y’all, silent or not~ ♥ as long as my writings make you happy, that’s all that matters ^^ and i’m sorry if this seems a little messy, i tried my best but it ended up kind of messy ><

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Fluffy one right here prepare yourselves this is gonna make you cringe and/or squeal hard

Requested by anon ♥

Originally posted by parkminhyvks

You were feeling nervous so you rubbed your slightly sweaty palms on your thighs that were covered by your dress.

“Why are you so nervous?” you friend asked, amused. “It’s just a ceremony.”

“Yeah, I know,” you mumbled. “It’s a ceremony where I could fall in front of  hundreds of people. Nothing to be nervous about, right?”

She let out a laugh and gave you a warm hug. “I’ll make sure that even if you fall, you won’t be the only one. I’ll fall with you.”

You couldn’t help but smile at her. You had been friends for years already. The two of you had gotten close immediately and you had had a lot of fun during your years in the school you were about to graduate from.

“Let’s go in,” she said and started dragging you towards the building behind you.

You looked around while she dragged you. “Minhyuk promised me he’d come see me before the ceremony. I wonder if something happened…”

“Don’t worry about him too much. I’m sure he’ll show up before the ceremony starts.”

After hugging way too many people and taking loads of pictures with friends and classmates, you looked around, trying to find Minhyuk. After looking around for a while, you decided to call him.

“Where are you?” you asked with a smile when he picked up.

“Oh, that,” he said, making your smile fade away. “The ceremony ended already?”

“You didn’t come?”

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “Something came up, a schedule. I’m so sorry, I really didn’t know this would happen and I had no idea about the schedule.”

Couldn’t you have skipped one schedule for my graduation that happens only once in a lifetime? you almost asked but shut your mouth before the words could leave your lips. What am I thinking about? It’s his career, I know he can’t just choose me over it. I’m so stupid.

“Are you really upset?” he asked hesitantly.

You shook your head a little. “No, it’s okay, don’t worry about it.”

“I’ll see you later, I promise.”

You hummed in response and hung up after saying goodbye.

“Hmm?” you answered Minhyuk’s call lazily while lying down in your bed. You had just taken off your dress and changed into more comfortable clothes.

“Are you busy?” his voice asked.

“No,” you mumbled.

“Want to drop by the dorm? The others have schedules so we could have a movie night or something, just the two of us.”

You smiled subconsciously. “I’ll come.”

You got out of the building and took a deep breath. The fresh air made you feel good.

“Yo,” you felt hands on your shoulders and turned around.

“Oh?” you looked at Minhyuk, surprised. “What are you doing here? I thought you were at the dorm.”

He chuckled adorably. “I came to pick you up. My manager dropped me off while taking the others to their schedules.”

You looked at his face that was covered with a mask. “Isn’t that the one I gave you?”

He nodded with a smile. “Of course. It’s the only one I wear these days.”

You smiled and shook your head a little. “You’re such a liar.”

“I’m telling you the truth!” he said and put his arm around you.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“You don’t believe me?” he pouted.

“I’ve seen fan taken pictures of you wearing other masks,” you said with a smile. “Stop with the lies, silly.”

“I didn’t know you check out my pictures,” he had a smug smile on his lips and you rolled your eyes. “You like me that much?”

“Of course I do!” you nudged him. “You’re my boyfriend. Besides, the pictures are always very high quality. Who wouldn’t want to check them?”

Minhyuk laughed. “I swear I have the cutest girlfriend ever.”

Minhyuk opened the dorm’s door and let you in first. You took your shoes off and headed in to the living room. You stopped and raised your eyebrows.

“Surprise,” Minhyuk said sweetly and hugged you from behind while you stared at the decorated - but still messy, as always - living room.

“When did you do all this?” you asked. “Didn’t you have a busy day? I thought you had a schedule.”

“I did,” he said. “The first one was going to your graduation with the others who insisted on coming,” he smiled. “You looked really beautiful.”

“I didn’t see you there,” you said and turned around which made him let go of you.

“We left before you could see us,” he said. “It was all a part of our plan to surprise you. Anyway, the second ‘schedule’ was decorating the dorm and the third one was getting those five out of here.”

“You could have just told me,” you mumbled.

“Ay, where’s the fun in that?”

“I was really upset when you didn’t come to congratulate me,” you kept mumbling and looked at your feet.

“I’m sorry,” he pulled you in for a hug.

“Don’t do things like this again, please.”

“I won’t,” he said and ended the hug. “Now, let’s celebrate your graduation.”

He made you sit down on the couch in the living room while he went to get the cake that had been prepared by the other members.

“What the hell?” you laughed at the cake. “It’s so cute.”

“They got too excited,” Minhyuk sighed and sat down next to you after putting the cake on the table in front of the couch. “The decorations are ridiculous.”

“It’s okay,” you smiled. “It probably still tastes good.”

You both grabbed chopsticks and took a small piece of the cake. Minhyuk let out a heavy sigh after eating the cake.

“It’s…” you reluctantly chewed the cake. “It’s not that bad.”

“You don’t have to say nice things. This is way too sweet. I knew I shouldn’t have let them do the cake.”

Even though the cake tasted pretty much like pure sugar, you ate a few more bites with a smile.

“You don’t have to force yourself,” Minhyuk said and gave you a glass of water.

You drank some and shook your head. “It’s okay.”

The cake was soon forgotten as you two started talking about random stuff. After chatting for a bit, Minhyuk got up and disappeared into his room. Soon after he came out with two gift bags. You looked at him, a little surprised.

“You prepared gifts?” you asked.

He nodded, smiling. “Congratulations _____,” he handed you the gifts and sat down next to you.

“This is so unnecessary,” you gave him a look.

“Just open them,” he chuckled and you opened the presents.

They were both from the members who had apparently decided to split into two teams to buy you a few gifts. You got a cute beanie and a pair of mittens that matched the beanie from one gift bag. The other one had a bunch of facemasks and a cute new diary inside. Both of the bags also had cute cards inside, congratulating you on your graduation.

“These are so cute,” you said, looking at the gifts.

“Wait until you see mine,” he said and pulled one more gift bag out of nowhere.

“How much money did you guys spend on me?” you asked, feeling a little bad.

He grinned. “Just look inside. You’ll love it.”

You accepted the bag and opened it carefully. There was a box inside and you pulled it out. You glanced at Minhyuk before opening it.

You gave him a look. “What is this?” you asked, confused and slightly weirded out after taking the box’s lid off.

“A small cactus,” he said.

“Yeah, I noticed that,” you said. “Why’d you give something like this to me? Is this a joke?”

He shook his head. “I gave it a name,” he suddenly said.

You frowned a little and looked at him. “Okay Minhyuk you are scaring me. Are you okay?”

He just chuckled.

“No, really,” you put your hand on his forehead. “Are you sick?”

He gently took your hand off his forehead and smiled happily. “Just let me explain. Its name is Rocky.”

“You really-“

“I got it for you because,” he cut you off and stopped for a second. “I don’t want you to be lonely while I’m on tour.”

You looked at him in disbelief for a little. “Geez Minhyuk. Most boyfriends get their girlfriends stuff like teddy bears for this kind of things. A cactus? Really?”

“I’m not like most boyfriends,” he chuckled but then it turned in to a pout. “You don’t like it?”

“No, it’s cute,” you said.

“Just like me, right?” he put his arms around you.

“You just don’t stop with the aegyo do you?” you looked at him with a small smile. “What’s gotten into you?”

“I just feel like being cute today,” he beamed. “By the way, when I was picking out the cactus, that one was the cutest one out of them all. I thought you’d like that one the most. The others were quite weird. Also, since it doesn’t need much attention, you won’t have to worry about it too much.”

Your smile widened and you leaned on him. “I see… Thanks. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“I really do love you but please, never prepare another surprise for me, ever again. I was really upset.”

He gave a laugh. “I won’t.”

anonymous asked:

Can I request a Filch/Snape fic? I don't mind what sort of content so it could be mentor or it could be friendship or it could be slash or something else you think of. Thanks!!

Sure.  :)  25 years in 4.5k…and Filch ended up with a sort of Cokeworth accent, yikes.  I’m not sure how I feel about that.  Anyway, onwards!

Severus ran down the hallway, his lungs burning hot.  He clenched his wand tightly in his fist, and as he rounded the corner, he turned and cast behind him.  Impedimenta!  His spell was silent, but his internal voice was furious and the word bellowed through his mind.  He didn’t stop to watch the fallout; he didn’t need to.  He turned and sprinted, his heart beating furiously, hoping he’d bought himself enough time.  As he hurtled down the corridor, he heard steady thumping footsteps that could only signify a grown man – a teacher – coming from the other end of the hallway.  He paused, and strained his ears.  Flitwick?  Surely not.  Slughorn, perhaps?  And then he suddenly picked up the soft accompaniment of a much lighter footed creature intermingled with the heavy tread.


Severus pressed himself into an alcove, pulling his dark hair over his face and thrusting his hands into his pockets, hoping to blend into the shadows.  

“To the place, I belong…”

Severus’ black eyes darted, watching the older man singing as he swept the floor, Mrs Norris circling at his feet.  He glanced back at the top of the corridor, waiting for Sirius and James to appear – and then, sure enough, Filch’s head jerked upwards and his singing ceased.

“Hey!  Get back here!”

The boys’ eyes widened, and then both youths turned on their heels and ran in the direction they’d emerged from.  Filch furiously threw down his broom and started after them, but James and Sirius were quick and nimble, and Filch was blowing hard before he reached the far end of the corridor.  He leant heavily against the bricks, waiting for a moment or two to catch his breath. When he finally stalked back towards a nonchalant Mrs Norris, he flexed his fingers, cringing as he stooped to retrieve his broom.

“Little horrors,” he muttered, brandishing his brush, and shaking it towards his beloved cat.  “Where’s Peeves when you need him?  Soon teach them oiks a thin’ or two.”  He sniffed loudly.  “Now, where was I?  Already forgotten.  Don’t get old, gal.  Don’t get old.”

Filch gave a hacking cough, and thumped his chest firmly.  Severus watched curiously as Filch started to sweep once more, and a gentle and soft song emanating from the older man.

“Life is old there, older than the trees…”

“Go on, get on with yer,” Filch snapped, waving the young Quidditch players past.  “Had enough of yer dawdlin’ round ‘ere.  Traipsin’ through with yer muddy boots.”

Severus stood at the door to the castle, and wordlessly slipped his boots from his feet.  He banged them against the outer wall, knocking the mud from between the studs onto the ground.  Carrying his boots by the backs, he walked past the caretaker in socked feet, glancing up at the taller man, who eyed him curiously.

“What’s this then?”

Severus froze.  “Jus’ tryin’-”

“-are you mockin’ me, lad?”

“No!”  The young boy scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, refusing to look at the bristled face towering above him.  “I get it.  I live wi’ Muggles,” he admitted, softly.

“I’m no Muggle.”

“I know that,” Severus retorted hotly, his face flushing.  “But I know it ain’t as simple as… Scourgify!”  Before he could consider what he was doing, his wand was in his hand, and the messy floor was cleared.  His eyes widened, and he looked at the ground.

“Had yer fun, ‘ave yer?”

“Sorry,” Severus said, softly, backing away from the older man.  “Sir.”

“Dunno what the little beggar is playin’ at,” Filch said, setting a bowl of food on the floor. “Sir.  Sir!  Ain’t never one of these little blighters called me sir before.”  He straightened, and gave a small smile.  “Could get used to it, mind.”  He sniffed.  “Aye, that I could.”

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So since tumblr decided to eat the ask that this was supposed to be for I’ll have to post it as a separate thing.  This is for @thatdamnokie who requested a timeline where Absinthe would keep her feelings for Merlin bottled up until Harry talks to her about it, “This sucks- it SUCKS Harry, ok?  He’ll never find out, he can’t find out.  He’ll have to go home eventually, he’ll leave and I’ll-I’ll just wing it, like I always do.  I’ll be ok.”  I have taken it upon myself to make this extra angsty by giving Merlin a wifey back home.  Just really puts the cherry on top don’t you think?  

I’d recommend listening to: i hate u i love you by gnash ft. Olivia O’Brien and Cold Weather by The Zac Brown Band.    

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bozhana123  asked:

Can you write a HC with the RFA+saeran and V going on a rollerskating date with Mc(and it was her idea to try).Sorry if this is against any of your rules or not submitted on the right place, first time I ever message you ^-^

Yup, sounds good! Also PS my computer is so slow and it’s so annoying! Gah!


  • Wasn’t sure what to think about it
  • “MC, why do you want to do this?”
  • You told him to hush and just put his skates on
  • He was so freaked out when he started
  • “MC I need to perform later! I can’t mess up my face!”
  • You just laughed and skated over to him
  • “Come on.” You said, smilingly, pulling him up from his bent knees
  • He leaned on you, putting all his weight onto you, but you just wrapped his arm around yours
  • “You can do it!” You said, and Zen slowly nodded, trusting you as he always does
  • After about half an hour he finally gets the hang of it, and now that he gets it he thinks he’s in love
  • Not as great a feeling as riding on a motorcycle, but still close, it’s so amazingly fun
  • Pulling you along like an excited child and you can’t help but laugh in happiness
  • Overall it was a great date


  • “Um, Mc, a-are you sure?”
  • “Yes Yoosung, you’ll love it!”
  • He does not
  • At first
  • When you get too the rink he’s happy that it’s not too loud, and not at all crowded
  • But the minute he face plants on the rink floor he feels done
  • “MC I DON’T WANT TO DO THIS!” He cried out, and you skated over, kneeling down besides him
  • “Do you want to go Yoosung?” You ask sympathetically, and he nods
  • You carry him to the bench, and he takes off the skates
  • You tell him you’re going to take a few last laps and he nods, feeling slightly guilty
  • He sees you speeding around, the wind whipping through you hair, and for a minute he thought you were flying, your feet off the ground, like an ethereal airy
  • He’d never seen something more beautiful in his life
  • So when you skated over to him, done, and you saw a dopey smile on his face he just walked over to you and hugged you
  • He loved you so much


  • She really didn’t like the idea of this
  • It was too accident-prone, not for her thank you very much
  • But you had pleaded so much that she eventually caved in
  • “Alright MC.” She’d sighed, smiling slightly at your whoop of happiness
  • “Thank you so much!” You had said, kissing her on the cheek
  • She’d blushed, smiling even wider, and was in a great mood
  • That was until she put on the skates
  • She was so clumsy, constantly bumping into the walls, you trailing behind her
  • “MC, can you help me?!”
  • You’d laughed and skated over
  • “Okay, let me help you/”
  • After a few more minutes she finally got it, and you two skated together for almost an hour
  • Afterwards she asked if you wanted to get something
  • You smiled at the prospect
  • It was a good ending


  • “What is this skating you’re talking about?”
  • “Not ice skating?”
  • Jumin was confused when you brought it up, but you said you loved it so much when you were a child
  • After hearing that his heart sort of melted and he agreed
  • But boy was he surprised when he actually got there
  • “What is this?”
  • “What is my shoe size?”
  • He was asking the most questions you had ever heard
  • But you answered every single one patiently, helping him choose his skates, everything really
  • You were surprised when he ended up being a natural
  • You could tell he was too
  • He didn’t want to stop
  • It took you five hours to get tired and leave


  • “I mean sure MC.”
  • He was surprised you asked about it, usually your idea of a date was food, preferably from a cheap restaurant that sold good pasta, and binge watching something or another
  • Not an actual “go out do something couple-y together” date
  • He was actually pretty good at it, so he gave you a run for your money
  • You two scared away anyone else with your racing at break-neck speed
  • Afterwards it was ice cream and a trip to the movies to see “Ghost in the Shell”
  • It was fun overall
  • But the next ay you were so sore from the eight hours you had spent at the rink
  • You two had stayed in bed and, well, messed around
  • Lolhehehe


  • He’s blind, so it was a sort of exercise
  • “Jihyun are you aure about this, you don’t have to.”
  • “No, I want to do this MC, you always talk about how much fun it is.”
  • “Okay.” You agree
  • He needed help with everything, thank god you booked the small park rink because if not he would’ve killed someone
  • “V, okay, now you’re going to step off the grass and onto the concrete.”
  • “Okay.”
  • You were surprised by how much he trusted you
  • But he really did, more than Rika, more than Jumin, more than Saeyoung, more than anyone
  • He got pretty far, made it halfway through the rink before falling
  • “Whoops!”
  • You had caught him, although tripping and landing on his as well
  • “Sorry V!”
  • “No problem, my angel.”
  • You two blushed and continued the exercise
  • From then on you two had been doing that for at least once a month, most often twice
  • It was an amazing time you two had, and you wanted to relieve it, over and over again


  • It was one of the first things you two did after you had been rescued
  • You were super clumsy, but still thought; why not?
  • Yeah no, you were being an idiot
  • “MC, you’re so clumsy omfg!”
  • You had to deal with his laughter the whole time
  • “Okay, look, I’m going to teach you how to do this properly.”
  • Bracing you against him he had begun with simple skating around and around again and again
  • You kept tripping, but after a while finally managed to do it, blushing hotly the whole time due to the close proximity of you two
  • Saeran, although blushing as well, teased you about ti
  • “Oh, Mc, you’re quite red, are you alright?”
  • “S-shut up.” You’d mumbled
  • But you two kept blushing, even after you had finished and went for ice cream
  • It was a good time, you finally managed to skate a lap without falling down
  • And Saeran had fallen even more in love with you
  • He didn’t know, but it was the same for you

Hope you like it, ugh my computer is so slow!

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