bright blue dress


jessamine gray (née lovelace) ❝She was almost ridiculously pretty, what one of Tessa’s novels would have called an English rose—all silvery fair hair, soft brown eyes, and creamy complexion. She wore a very bright blue dress, and rings on almost every one of her fingers. If she had the same black skin markings that Will and Charlotte did, they weren’t visible.❞

Cardiovascular Palpitations Pt. 2 (ft. Jeongguk) [M]

Originally posted by nnochu

→ fluff, smut, angst, really fuckign fluffy smut 10k
→ friends with benefits au, doctors au ft Taehyung
part 1 | part 2 | story talk

Yay! This was super cute but I’m seriously so glad its over lol I didn’t edit so its not my best work but it’s officially the longest thing I’ve ever written so I hope you like it! Let me know what you think, and I’ll be uploading a story talk and drabbles about this au soon! 

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The Party wasn’t so boring after all

Prompt: B)

(Another AU, the Archeron mom is a mortal queen)

Mom Archeron wasn’t able to find a babysitter for her three daughters before the peace party. So she takes them with her. When there, the three girls runs off without a second thought. Nesta (10) hangs on Elain (9) as she walks around making friends with the fae. Then there’s Feyre (8) who seems mostly bored throughout the party, these old adults that doesn’t do anything else than talking.

Feyre then takes to eat the food displayed, that was until she accidentally tipped over a punch bowl. Now soaking wet and crying, she runs away after seeing her mother’s disapproving look. Then she runs into someone, she looks up and see purple eyes looking down at her. When she tells him what happened, he stays with her for the rest of the night, making sure nobody makes fun of her accident.


- Elain makes friend with one special red haired fae with a robotic eye. Though the fae seem very distracted by the other red haired fae that looks like him and the high lord of spring. But Elain doesn’t mind and keep telling stories to the fae.

- Nesta makes friend/enemy with a certain Illyrian general. He kept on irritating her and she wanted payback for it.

- Based on my own prompt -

Word count: 2139

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Until It’s Gone - Ch.2

Overview: Both brothers had loved and lost her. One night, Sam gets a phone call that changes everything.

Characters: Sam, Dean, Reader

Warnings: mentions of attempted assault, mentions of violence

Word Count: 1,645

A/N: This is the second chapter for my in the works series. Thanks to everyone for all the love for Ch.1! I’m truly loving writing this :) Feedback is always loved and appreciated!

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“This is the road that the coffee shop is on,” Sam said, pointing at the bright green road sign. Dean slowed the car to a halt and Sam quickly exited the Impala, “Find a spot to park. I’ll find Y/N.” He quickly closed the door and took off at a swift jog down the street. The rain had slacked off, but it was still coming down in steady streams, and his clothes were quickly soaked through. Cars lined the sides of his path, and Sam vaguely remembered that it was Friday. He was thankful that Dean had driven because it would have taken him too long to find a spot to put the car in on a night when most people were in town.

He briefly scanned the surrounding doorways and alleys as he ran, slowly down to a fast walk as the coffee shop came into view. He almost passed her, she was huddled into such a small ball, but the bright blue of her dress stood out sharply against the dull gray of the concrete building. He’d recognize that dress anywhere.

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FIGHTER (Part 1)

Originally posted by hs127

Walking out of your local supermarket, you looked up at the bleak, grey sky; it had seemed that way forever. Deeply, you sighed,there was never sunshine in your city. Carrying your heavy shopping bags on the way back home, you heard what sounded like a rough fight in the distance with cries of pain and cuss words screamed from two guy’s mouths. Fights weren’t uncommon where you were from, not since the wall was built. The stone wall at the edge of your city that split the next city apart from you was built of thick stone and was over 10 feet tall. The people from the next city weren’t allowed in. They were called ‘The Clan.’

The rumour had it that if a member of the clan so much as breathed near you, you would be overcome by evil thoughts and become a walking destruction machine. It all started in the early 1900′s when a great war broke out between the two cities and everyone the clan touched became obsessed with the person who changed them, doing whatever they pleased and killing the people from the opposite city. Of course, some parts weren’t true and the people over the wall would probably be safe, normal people but the government was so cautious and superstitious that the wall was built. In some places, it caused more anarchy and people still broke out in fights, scared that the other was in fact, an evil member of the clan. 

Walking through the dark alley as a short cut, the fighting sounds got closer and closer, filling your body with anxiety. You were tempted to run back and take the long road but that would cause you to walk an extra half hour that your hands couldn’t take due to the heavy shopping bags. You bit your lip, your heart thumping as you came to the end of the alley and finally, you could see the two men in a fight and one of them was being held up against a wall with a knife close to his neck. You gasped, never seeing such violence before. The vulnerable man had blood dripping from his busted lip, a gaze on his cheek and bruised hands. 

“I’m going to murder all of you good for nothing, waste of space bastards. You all will rot in hell.” 

The man holding the knife growled, scrunching his eyebrows and gritting his teeth in fury. As the knife was getting closer to the man’s neck, beads of sweat began to roll off your forehead, not knowing what to do. You couldn’t just let the man get killed when you knew you could change the situation. Gathering all the courage you could get, you began to walk lightly on your feat, your pulse racing, sneaking closer to the man with the knife. With all of your might, you swung the heavy, large shopping bag across the man’s head, causing him to cry out in pain and fall to the ground. You heard something crack as he hit the floor; you were sure he wasn’t dead but you were also pretty positive he wasn’t going to get up for a while. Bringing your hand to your heaving chest, you looked up at the man you’d saved. He was pretty close to the definition of beautiful. Disregarding his injuries, he had luscious plump lips, smooth looking milky skin, deep brown eyes and the most eye catching thing was his platinum blonde hair that faded in to a bright blue. No one dressed like that where you were from; it was a breath of fresh hair. The man still had fright in his eyes. He was staring at you like you were an alien. It confused you. Finally, he broke the silence. 

“Are you fucking crazy?! Why did you save me?!” 

He exclaimed, you never thought he’d be angry that you saved him. 

“You were about to have your throat cut open.” 

You raised an eyebrow, freaked out at his reaction. 

“I didn’t fucking need to be saved. I don’t need help from you guys. Don’t you get it?! If anyone saw you saving me, we’d both be shot on the spot! Get the fuck away before someone catches us.” 

You were speechless, looking at him blankly as you picked up your now battered shopping from the floor. It was odd just turning around and walking away from the guy you’d just saved from murder with no gratitude, just a scream at you. You knew he was one of them, one of the clan members and that didn’t bother you, you were just disappointed that you never even got a thank you. Looking back one last time, he was glaring at you as still as a statue in front of the unconscious man. It was an odd day to say the least. 

At the end of July, he starts to pack for college, soon to be following his sister’s footsteps to New York.

With a suitcase laying open on his bed, Mike Wheeler rummages around in the back of his closet, searching for an old photograph of he and his friends from the sixth grade science fair that he knows is in there somewhere. Tucked away in the far corner, hidden under a pile of old sweaters and a musty winter jacket, is a small cardboard box. Mike pulls it out and opens the flaps. Atop the pile of miscellany is his ninth-grade yearbook, and just below that, his eighth-grade Ghostbusters costume. Mike digs a little deeper, past a swathe of near-perfect science tests and a collection of birthday cards from his grandma.

He feels strange, peeling back the years of his life like this, an oddly anticipatory feeling in the pit of his stomach. And then his fingers brush up against the unmistakable touch of chipped wood and he removes a small, blue frame from the box to look at the picture inside.

Max’s red hair is the first thing he notices, fiery against the white and pale blue backdrop of the school gymnasium. She’s sandwiched between Lucas and Dustin, who are both beaming and unaware that her hands hover over their heads, giving them the appearance of rabbit’s ears. Lucas’s other arm is held tightly around Will, who wasn’t quite ready for the picture and is clearly trying to say something, though Mike doesn’t remember what. He’s not even sure he heard over the music, standing on Dustin’s other side with a shy smile on his face and wearing a suit that makes him cringe in retrospect.

“Hey Mike?” A voice draws his attention to the doorway, where a petite girl in baggy jeans and a pink t-shirt is rocking on the balls of her bare feet, “Your mom asked me to come get you for dinner. I made the potatoes.”

“So I should avoid those?”

“Shut up, mouthbreather.” The girl rolls her bright, honey-coloured eyes and disappears down the hall. Mike laughs to himself and quickly glances back down at the photo before following her.

There, standing beside him, slightly behind his shoulder, and timidly avoiding looking at the camera, is a girl in a bright blue dress and curly hair. He knows the version of himself in that photograph had no idea just how deeply he’d love that girl; nor how much they would grow together.

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roses for rosaline


She pauses in the doorway of Juliet’s balcony, halfway outside, before turning. Livia runs up to her, beaming, a bunch of flowers in her arms.

Roses, specifically.

Frowning, Rosaline tilts her head as she walks closer to the middle of the room. “What is that - ”

“They’re for you.” Livia hands over the bundle, tied loosely together with a ribbon, shaved as much as possible of thorns. “Do you think it’s from - ”

“The Montague,” says Rosaline, only just grimacing at the piece of parchment attached. His handwriting is messier than last time - and maybe, perhaps, that means this time it’s actually written by him. As she scans his words, she’s grateful she can’t blush.

Livia, however, senses her embarrassment. “What did he say?”

Rosaline carefully folds the note and tucks it back into the ribbon. “Nothing important.”

While it’s clear Livia doesn’t believe her, her sister says nothing.

Roses for Rosaline.”

Benvolio stiffens. Slowly turning around, he spots her leaning against a tree in a bright blue dress and cloak, face completely unreadable. 

“I see you receive my gift.” He walks towards her, and once he can lower his voice, he whispers, “have to keep up the pretense.”

Rosaline’s lips tug upwards just slightly. “Of course.” This time, the smile overtakes her face completely. Benvolio swallows as his stomach flutters. “For whatever reason - they were nice. Very - pretty.”

“Pretty flowers for a pretty girl,” he says, before he has too much time to think about it. He can feel his face growing pink; the sun feels hotter. “I mean - ”

Rosaline waves him off, perhaps not even having heard his comment. “I have a gift for you.”

“You do?”

This smile is smaller, perhaps even coy. Carefully, she reaches out, a velvet pouch gently hanging from her fingers. “For you.”

Frowning, he takes it from her. When she raises an eyebrow at him, Benvolio sighs and opens the pouch.

He blinks. “What is this?”

Rosaline grins, stepping closer to him. He’s grateful for the shade of the tree, the shadows masking his face. Rising just slightly to her toes, Rosaline whispers into his ear. “Beans for Benvolio.”

He laughs brightly and Rosaline watches him, smiling.

Bang bang alley ~ Part two, series two

Originally posted by funkybug

A/N ~ I’m uploading this early to make up for teasing you, especially @sherlocks-doctor-john, I went too far but I love making you squirm. So anyway for the purpose of the story the parts that are in italics are when they are speaking English. I didn’t want to keep having to say ‘in english’ or 'in korean’

Theme ~ Mafia/Gangster AU

Pairing ~ Choi Seunghyun x Reader

Rating ~ Angst, Fluff

Warnings ~ Language and violence

Series one

Series two | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 |

“No absolutely not” Seung hyun yelled as his fist came down with a loud bang on Jiyongs desk.

“I don’t see what the problem is, she did great last time, maybe we should recruit her” Seungri joked.

“That’s exactly the fucking problem. Last time you showed her some moves she thought it was ok to go back to that psycho just to help me and you guys fucking let her, even after you promised me that you wouldn’t let her get in harms way. There’s not a fucking chance in hell that I’m going to risk something like that happening again” he snarled back.

“I think it’s a good idea” Jiyong stated making Seung hyun look at him with a fire in his eyes.

“Her nightmares are getting worse, this could help stop them” Daesung told him, Seung hyun closed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair.

“No” he simply responded.

“Hyung, you didn’t see her last night, she was as white as a ghost and she looked terrified. It wasn’t like the other ones, something’s different, something scared the shit out of her” Daesung said, he noticed Jiyong and Taeyang exchange a look out of the corner of his eye.

“Isn’t it better to be prepared if something happens?” Seungri asked, Seung hyun let out a long sigh.

“Fine, but I don’t want a repeat of last time” he said sternly before walking out and slamming the door behind him.

“What is his problem? She’s a born killer” Seungri said with a small chuckle.

“Seungri I need you to go and help restock the bar for tonight” Jiyong told him making him laugh.

“Are you serious?” he asked raising his brow.

“Do I look like I’m joking?” he replied with a cold expression, Seungri shook his head and left muttering something under his breath.

“Alright, what’s going on?” Daesung asked and both men looked at him.

“What do you mean?” Jiyong asked cocking his head to the side.

“I mean the look you gave each other when I said something scared the shit out of _____, what do you know” he asked, Jiyong looked at Taeyang before giving him a nod.

“Someone was following us yesterday, I don’t know who he was, all I know is that he’s a foreigner like her and she freaked when she saw him” Taeyang said as he sat on Jiyongs desk.

“Is he an older guy?” Daesung asked, Taeyang narrowed his eyes at him.

“Yeah…..” he replied.

“I think it’s the same guy that’s been hanging around here, he appeared about a week ago and he was outside last night when I got back”

“Why didn’t you say anything earlier?” Jiyong asked with an almost angry tone.

“I wanted to see what he was up to first, do you think it could be someone from her past?”

“We don’t know, we can’t find anything about her before she moved to Korea” Jiyong said leaning back in his chair.

“Actually I found out this morning that she moved to the area with her grandparents when she was ten, just after that fire at the hospital a few towns over I mentioned. The people there say they lived out of town and kept to themselves and she was home schooled, they died just before her eighteenth birthday of natural causes and then she just disappeared” Taeyang said looking at Jiyong.

“That must have been when she moved here, look into that fire and see if anything else suspect happened in that town. Daesung I want you to try and probe her during training for anything you can get about her life before she came here that could explain this man hanging around. And nobody tell hyung about this yet, I don’t need him going on a warpath, we were lucky the cops didn’t get involved last time”

Seung hyun practically ran up the stairs, he was filled with anger at the memory of the guys putting you in danger when they used you to get to him, he told them that no matter what happened or what you said to never let that happen. He couldn’t let it happen again, Seungri was right, it was better to be prepared for the worst. All the anger he felt subsided when he found you asleep on the couch, you had been so exhausted lately due to the little amount of sleep you got each night and he was glad that you seemed to be sleeping peacefully for the moment.

He gently picked you up and carried you to the bedroom where he laid down with you, placing you on his chest. He watched you as you slept, his mind wandering back to when he woke up in hospital. As soon as his eyes opened they looked for you, he tried to get up but his head was groggy and his chest felt as if a weight were sitting on it, restricting him from moving. As soon as he called your name you appeared, your face was covered in yellow stains, old bruises that were soon to disappear.

“I thought he got you” he said with a strained voice as he began to cry, he grabbed your hand and pulled you into him.

“Oppa” you stirred bringing his mind back to the present.

“Hmmm” he hummed as he looked at you, your eyes were still closed.

“Oppa please” you said as you lightly pushed him.

'She’s still asleep’ he thought to himself.

“No don’t touch him” you yelled waking yourself up.

“I’m right here” he said as he ran his fingers through your hair, you didn’t say a word, you only nuzzled into him to hide your face, you didn’t want him to see the pain that you knew was written all over it. “I wish I could get inside your head and fight off these nightmares”

“You can’t protect me forever” you whispered back as you stared at the wall, the dream still playing over in your head.

“I know….. That’s why I’m going to let you train with Daesung, so you’ll have a fighting chance if something happens when I’m not there”

“Really?” you asked as you pushed yourself off his chest so you could look at him.

“Yes, I couldn’t bare it if anything happened to you just because I was too stubborn” his lip curled up on one side as he looked down at you, his heart raced as he noticed your eyes sparkling back at him.

“Are you ready yet?” Hyorin called through the door.

“I don’t think this dress is me” you called back as you looked yourself up and down in the mirror, Hyorin had picked out the dress for you. It was a tight bright blue strapless dress that ended mid thigh, you never wore them because you always felt as though you were forever pulling it back up in fear of exposing yourself.

“What are you taking about? It looks fantastic on you” Hyorin said, she had let herself in.

“But I don’t feel comfortable” you said as you pulled it up.

“Well you don’t have time to change, the guys are waiting down stairs” she said picking up your clutch and handing it to you.

The guys went all out, they dressed up in suits and took you to a Michelin star restaurant in the heart of Seoul where the waiters wore tuxedoes and the other diners dressed equally well.

“So how did you two meet?” you asked looking between Seung hyun and Jiyong.

“Well after we broke up, I dropped out of college just to spite my parents. It didn’t take long for me to run out of money so I decided to start my mandatory enlistment, where I met this punk” Seung hyun told you and Jiyong gasped.

“Me, the punk? I don’t think so. This guy was the punk, he was forever starting fights and I had to jump in and help him” he said as they both laughed. “He was so angry all the time and I never knew why, I guess now I do”

“What about you two?” Seung hyun asked changing the subject.

“She used to work for me but she was terrible with the customers, so I had to fire her” you said before taking a sip of your wine.

“I was not” Hyorin said with a pout.

“You told a customer she looked fat” you said bluntly and you heard the two men laugh.

“Well she did, that cut looked terrible on her” she said defensively.

“But I liked how obnoxiously direct she was, it was refreshing to have someone around that was so brutally honest, so I decided to become friends with her”

“Sweetie, lets not get this twisted, I let you be my friend”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night” you said and the table went quiet, your nightmares were no secret to any of them, Seung hyun placed his hand on your back.

“We should get back” he said softly as he gave it a rub.

As the hummer pulled up to the club Seung hyun noticed a man sitting in a car across the street, it was to dark to see his face clearly but he could tell the man was watching them, Seung hyun stopped the driver and got out.

“Take the girls inside” he said before closing the door.

As soon as you were inside the garage Seung hyun began to walk over to the car, the man’s face became a lot clearer. He was older, much older and he was a foreigner, like you.

Hey, what are you doing here?” Seung hyun called from half way across the road, he heard the car start up and the man sped away before Seung hyun could reach him.

Seung hyun stood in the street and watched as the tail lights disappeared before heading back to the garage.

“Is everything ok oppa?” you asked as you got out of the car.

“Yeah, he was just lost and wanted directions” he lied as he lead you inside looking back over his shoulder to make sure everything was clear.

“When you punch, you want to follow through, like this” Daesung instructed as he demonstrated what he was telling you.

“Ok I think I’ve got it” you said before throwing a punch at the punching bag. Seung hyun had organised one of the spare rooms to be decked out with equipment for your practice.

“No, keep your wrist straight, don’t let it go limp or you’ll break it if you hit hard enough” Daesung scolded, he was taking this more seriously then you thought he would.

“Is this ok?” you asked throwing another punch.

“It’s better, keep practising” he said, he noticed that you were concentrating hard on your movements which meant your defences were down, it was the perfect time to ask questions. “So tell me about your grandparents, what were they like?”

“Strict” you said between punches. “But they were good people, they were only strict because they wanted me to be strong, so I could take care of myself”

“That’s why they taught you how to shot?” Daesung asked as he stepped behind the bag to hold it in place so it was easier to hit.

“My Pop thought it was important to know the ins and outs of a gun so if anything were to happen…” you stopped the sentence before you could finish it, you had already said to much.

“What did he think could happen?” he asked trying to bait you to reveal more.

“I’m not sure” you said as you gave the bag an extra hard punch making Daesung take a couple of steps back as a result.

“What about your parents, what were they like?” he asked stepping back up to the bag.

“I don’t remember” you said as you furrowed your brow, why was he asking all these questions.

“You don’t remember them?” he asked trying to act surprised.

“I need a break” you said as you stopped punching.

“Keep going, you need to push yourself”

“Just give me a minute” you asked and he shook his head at you.

“If you get tired in a fight the other person won’t give you a break, that could be the difference between life and death” he scolded.

“You think I don’t fucking know that?” you snapped at him instantly regretting it, he was only trying to help but his incessant questions and the lack of sleep was making you cranky.

“I think that’s enough for today” he said as he picked up a towel and threw it to you, you sighed knowing you had pissed him off.

“M-my Mother was kind hearted, she always saw the best in people no matter who or what they were. She spoiled my brothers and I with whatever she could, she loved us all equally” you said not bothering to look at Daesung.

“You had brothers?” he asked as he approached you and you nodded.

“Two, they were twins. They were the cheekiest pair of kids, always getting into trouble” you smiled as you thought about them, you hadn’t allowed yourself to think about any of them in so long that you weren’t sure if you would even remember them. “They were so young when they died”

“How old?”

“Six, they were practically still babies” you said as a tear rolled down your cheek.

“How old were you?”

“Ten, I couldn’t save them. By the time I got to them he, the fire was already at their room” you closed your eyes as their screams rang through your head.

“What about your father?” Daesung asked trying to push his luck. Your eyes snapped open at his question and you glanced at him before grabbing your drink bottle.

“I don’t remember him, he died before the twins were born” you said before taking a sip of your drink.

“That would have made you about four? Surely you remember something about him?” he asked, instead of answering you just shook your head. “Come on you have to remember something, like what he looked like, what colour his eyes or his hair was, did he have a beard or was he clean shaven, his build, the sound of his laugh, something”

You stared off in a catatonic state as the sound of his laugh rang through your head.

“Hey, you ok?” Daesung asked as he placed his hand on your shoulder, the sudden contact frightened you out of your zombie like state and something inside your brain snapped making you punch Daesung in the face. You gasped as soon as you realised what you were doing, Daesung looked back at you in shock.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t even know why I did that” you apologised as you held your hands over your mouth, you were shocked at your reaction just as much as him.

“What’s going on with you?” he asked with genuine concern as he furrowed his brow.

“I’m sorry, I’m just tired” you replied rubbing your hand over your face.

“Go get some rest, we’ll try this again tomorrow” he said with a small smile but his brow was still furrowed.

You could see the van, you were almost there, just a few hundred metres and you were free. A shot echoed through the snow filled field and you felt as if your heart stopped when the noise rang out, something pulled you to the ground. You looked over to see Seung hyun laying beside you reaching out, he was yelling something but you couldn’t hear it, the only thing audible was the thudding of your heart beat. You caught sight of a dark figure behind him before another gun shot, Seung hyun went limp as blood trickled from his temple, his eyes still open but soulless as they stared at you. You screamed as you turned around to see who was standing behind him, you went silent as soon as you saw who it was. your body was frozen still as you looked back at yourself, a smirk was plastered on your face as you placed the gun against your lips.

“Shhhhhh he’s sleeping”

You woke up with a large gasp, as if someone had just deprived you of air, stopping just shy of successfully suffocating you. You looked next to you but Seung hyun wasn’t there, you jumped out of bed and headed to the lounge but stopped in front of the door when you heard a low murmur of voices from the other side.

“I’m telling you something doesn’t add up” Daesung said in a clearly frustrated tone.

“And I told you you’re being paranoid” Seung hyun chuckled.

“You didn’t see what we saw, what I saw. She shot him point blank and didn’t even bat an eyelash and then……”

“Fuck” Seung hyun shouted cutting the other man off.

“What is it?”

“That car is back again”

“Hyung I don’t know if you should go out…” Daesung’s voice trailed off before you heard a door closing.

You opened the bedroom door and looked around, no one was there, you walked over to the window and looked out on to the street below. A black car was sat a few buildings back, you could see someone in the drivers seat but it was too far away to make out who it was. You saw Seung hyun walk out of the building closely followed by Daesung, they were headed for the car.

Hey you” Seung hyun yelled as he approached the car. “Daesung stand in front of the car so he can’t drive off” Seung hyun ordered pointing to the front of the car. He walked up and tapped on the window, the man wound down the window and smiled at Seung hyun.

I’m sorry if I frightened you” the man said smiling.

What are you doing here, are you lost?” Seung hyun asked as he crouched beside the car.

No, I’m right where I should be” the man replied making Seung hyun furrow his brow.

Oh really? And where is that?” Seung hyun said with a scoff, the man just smiled back at him.

Where my daughter is, you see she was taken away from me a long time ago and I’ve finally found her”

Seung hyun paused from a moment, staring at the man. Could he be? He looked as if he were the right age but he couldn’t be.

What’s her name?”

I would hope you would know the name of your own girlfriend” the man replied with a chuckle. Seung hyun stared at the man shocked at his confession of being your father, why would your family lie to you and tell you he was dead?

Seung hyun’s head turned towards the building, you knew he saw you in the window watching what he was doing. He turned back and said a few words to the man in the car before getting up and heading back to the building, Daesung trailing closely behind again.

You waited, watching the car drive off as they made their way back upstairs.

“You’re up” Seung hyun said as he entered the room.

“Who was that?” you asked still looking out the window.

“Nobody” he lied as he wrapped his arms around you. “Now come to bed, you need your rest for your training with this hard ass tomorrow” Seung hyun chuckled as he lead you to the bedroom.

You looked at Daesung, something about the look in his eyes made you uneasy.

An attempt of my mother.

She has spoken to another being in this plane,
someone with the ability to sense —
that she used to wear bright blue dresses
at summer. She has been spoken to by the alien
figment outside of love;

And we are dead with the numerous places of her vision
when she goes outside of our head,
and finds the windows are lacking reflection.

And She does not want to call me anymore.

I drift in my bed, to beds, with the coalescing of my belly. My belly is
open to her, and she doesn’t want to call me afterwards.

What disgust did she see? I want her to point out
the fabric of the sky there. If she saw it.

Could she have had the meaning?
Could she make sense of it? In her marriage
that pushed me out beside her urethra.

The hole is enormous. Inside the wheels of the ambulance
carry us towards another mother, naked.

They are not soft words as you breathe for the first time.
They are gasps and moans, pain next to love.
The umbilicial words: We didn’t want to be born, she and I.
There are only arms of her around herself.

Such as to say that she is too goddamn beautiful. She is too much
to say that she was not worthy of love.

It is a shame, nothing else. But for it we are unable to exhale more.

The extending pieces of our body meet, but the breath
doesn’t carry any names.

Turning liquid, simply the blue scent of something
drifts out and in happiness
is captured and held by no-one. Where she is, where.

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Olicity in a turn-of-the-century frontier town. (I'm watching "When Calls the Heart" and it's stuck in my head.)

The sun was high in the sky and the dry dust swirled around his booted feet as Oliver Queen, Star’s sheriff, walked through the streets of his town.  At this time of day, crime was limited mostly to men getting charged too much for the rotgut they swilled in the saloons along the optimistically-named Glade Street.  So that meant he could leave his deputy, Roy Harper, watching the jail while he paid a visit to his sister and took her to lunch.  

He nodded at the townfolk who greeted him and did his best to steer well-clear of women like Miss Helena and Miss Susan.  They were both fine women, of course, but Oliver wasn’t ready to settle down.  Not when he had his sister to bring up and a town to protect.  Not when he was still atoning for what he had done during the War Between the States.

Soon, he arrived at the small house he shared with his sister.  Taking off his hat as he stepped onto the porch, he opened the front door and called out, “Speedy?”

“In here, Ollie!”  His sister’s voice floated out of the room their mother would have called a parlor, but which they called the sitting room.  Since after all, they weren’t back East anymore.  

“Thought you might want to get lunch with your brother, if you wouldn’t be too embarrassed–Oh.”  

Thinking his sister had been alone, Oliver hadn’t thought anything of tugging his shirttails free of his pants and unbuttoning a few buttons while walking into the sitting room.  He had sweated through his shirt in the dry Arizona heat, so he knew Thea would insist on a fresh shirt if she was to go to lunch with him.  

But his sister wasn’t alone.  There was a young woman, with blonde hair twisted haphazardly into a knot, wisps escaping around her pink-and-white face.  Behind her spectacles, her eyes the color of the sky were wide, and her naturally pink lips were parted in an O at the sight of him in his unkempt state.  

“Ollie, really?” Thea asked as Oliver quickly put himself to rights.  He nearly dropped his hat until his sister plucked it from his grasp and stepped away with it.

“You could have given me a warning,” he muttered at Thea’s back before turning to his sister’s guest.  “Beg your pardon, ma’am.  I didn’t realize my sister had a visitor.”  

“No … no, it’s quite all right,” the young woman said, sounding rather dazed.  That made Oliver take another look at her, wondering if perhaps the heat was getting to her.  She had the look of someone newly arrived from the East; perhaps she was feeling light-headed?

Thea returned from the hall and said airily, “Oliver, I’d like to introduce Miss Felicity Smoak of Boston.  Miss Smoak, this is my brother, Sheriff Oliver Queen.”  

“Pleased to meet you, ma’am,” Oliver said, nodding to the young woman.  “Welcome to Star.”  

“Thank you,” Felicity said, fidgeting a little with the handkerchief in her hand, before rising to her feet.  “I don’t want to intrude upon your no-doubt-limited time together as siblings, so this seems like a perfect time to conclude my visit–”

“Oh, no,” Thea replied.  “If Ollie’s gonna take me out to lunch, he can take you out, too.  That way, you can explain more about your problem and he can start to help you.”

Oliver knew at this point he should protest Thea’s high-handed treatment of not just himself, but Miss Smoak, too.  Yet … there was something about the woman in front of him, in the bright blue dress.  Some spark about her, even though he had only just met her, that made him want to get to know more about her.  And after all, if she had some business that required the sheriff–well, he was the sheriff.  

“I couldn’t possibly–” Felicity began, but Oliver held up a hand and she shut her mouth so hard, her jaws clicked together.  

“Miss Smoak, I don’t know much what Boston’s like,” Oliver said, gazing down at her.  She was so much shorter than he was, yet her presence seemed to fill up the room.  “It’s probably not that different from Philadelphia, where Thea and I were born.  Yet out here on the frontier, people take care of each other.  We help each other.  And we certainly give newcomers a warm welcome.  So please, allow me to treat you to lunch and help you get the lay of the land.”  

She bit her lower lip, her white teeth sinking into her very plump, very kissable bottom lip.  Oliver swallowed, trying to get his thoughts–and his body–under control as he waited for her response.

“Thank  you so much, Mr. Queen.  Sheriff!  I meant Sheriff Queen.  Although I do regret that I might have need of your services as sheriff, instead of just getting to enjoy lunch with you.  And your sister, of course.  I–I would gladly accept your invitation.  ‘Your’, in this case, being both yours and Thea’s invitation.”  Felicity took a deep breath, her face going even more pink.

He couldn’t help staring at her, a small smile growing on his face.  For an Eastern girl, she wasn’t polished to a boring perfection, this Felicity Smoak.  She would be the last kind of girl his mother would have wanted him to become acquainted with.  Yet in that moment, Oliver Queen realized he was going to become more than acquainted with Felicity Smoak.

Someday, she was going to be his bride.


There’s a reason why every dress Amy wears out on dates/parties is a really bright colour. Amy has a rack of all her colourful dresses at home that she’s organised in a way that it covers the entire colour spectrum. It’s the perfect balance between Organisation and Self-Expression for her.