business client


Another successful delivery in the books! Here is a cart I designed and built for a local church looking for a portable piece with storage to display their information. I added some locks, magnetic stops on the doors - and a really gorgeous blacked out top to bring it all together. So happy with how this project turned out. Information center ✔️ Onto the hospitality cart!

trash-lover-crazy  asked:

Hello there!! I really really love your blog, it gives me Life ❤😄 you are so good at writing!!. Also I wanted to make a request for a headcanon where MC is playing the Pocky game with RFA +Saeran+V 🙏🙏. If you don't want to it's totally okay^°^

LOL, we love Pocky Game scenarios! Hope you enjoy these~


  • He’s helping you prepare party favors for the next RFA event in a few days
  • You two had been working for hours so he offers to get some snacks
  • When he returns, he’s holding a pocky in his mouth
  • “Hey, MC, wanna play a game?” he asks with a wink
  • You’re know he’s just teasing you, so you decide to get him back
  • You lean forward and press the stick between your teeth
  • He goes along with it
  • Until you guys get close…really close…
  • Then he just Nopes out of there


  • He was in a really intense game when you stopped by
  • He tells you he’ll be there in a second and to grab a snack if you want
  • You notice a box of pocky beside him
  • In fact, he’s holding one on the side of his mouth at that moment while he’s engrossed
  • You quietly come next to him, nibbling away at the biscuit
  • He did say to grab a snack
  • He doesn’t even notice until he feels heat by his cheek
  • He turns his head and there’s a brief moment of contact with your lips
  • When he realizes, he just slaps a hand over his mouth and turns really red
  • “Yoosung, you didn’t like it?”
  • “No! No–er–not that–um–”
  • He shuts of his computer suddenly
  • “Do you…wanna play again?” he asks sheepishly


  • You stick a pocky in your teeth
  • “Hey, Jaehee, you wanna–”
  • “I prefer Hello Panda. Thanks though!”


  • He recently returned from a business trip to Japan
  • The clients had given him this huge basket of goodies
  • He tells you to take whatever you want
  • That’s when you spot the pocky, which you say is actually your favorite snack
  • He gives it to you and you place one in your mouth
  • He asks what’s so good about it
  • He’s never had that commoner snack, so he doesn’t understand the hype
  • You hold the box out for him to take one
  • But he takes a bite of half of it from the one in your mouth
  • You’re already flushed, but then he smirks
  • “I’ve also heard of the Pocky Game, but I’ve never played. Want to try?”
  • You agree a huge mistake really
  • You both go through the whole box because you keep dropping out when you both were centimeters apart


  • You see a whole crateful of pocky in the corner of the room
  • You gasp and go to check it out
  • “I love these! Hey, Seven, can I have one?”
  • He agrees…on one condition
  • He sticks one in his mouth
  • He expected you to drop out right before your lips met…
  • But you went all the way and now he was just a flustered tomato
  • You really liked pocky okay
  • He stops you before you can grab a box
  • “I–er–thought of another condition!”
  • He sticks another three pocky in his mouth and winks


  • He had found a new favorite snack besides ice cream
  • Lately, you barely saw him without a box of pocky
  • Feeling a bit bold, you take one from the box and ask if he’s played the Pocky Game befoer
  • He doesn’t answer, so you stick the pocky in your teeth and gesture for him to do the same on the other end
  • He rolls his eyes and snaps the biscuit out of your mouth
  • He kisses you straight on the lips and walks away
  • You’re just standing there stunned for a good five minutes
  • You played yourself


  • He’s heard of the Pocky Game, but he’s never played it before
  • So, when you suggest it to him, he’s willing to try something new
  • On the first attempt, he gets really shy and breaks off the biscuit a little more than half way through
  • After composing himself, he asks if he can try again
  • You agree and take the other end of the biscuit in his mouth
  • Hon-hon-hon…let’s just say he isn’t shy this time around…

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anonymous asked:

26 Sterek

26. “According to US Weekly, we’re married.” Also on ao3!

“According to US Weekly, we’re married.”

Stiles punctuated his statement by slapping down a copy of the offending tabloid magazine on Derek’s coffee table, none too gently. The table wobbled a bit from the amount of force he used, a steaming cup of coffee nearly spilling all over the table.

Beaming up at him from the glossy front page of the magazine was a blown up picture of him and Derek on the set between shoots. It was slightly blurred around the edges thanks to being zoomed in on so very much, proving just how much of an invasion of privacy it was.

He couldn’t know for sure who had taken the photo, the article not disclosing the photographer, but Stiles had a sneaking suspicion of who it was nonetheless. He would have bet anything it was that creepy little snake Matt Daehler, the disgusting paparazzo who had made a name for himself by stalking celebrities and their families.

For the past few weeks, he had caught glimpses of someone slinking around behind the scenes, the hairs on the back of his neck rising whenever he did. Just a few days ago his suspicions that it was Daehler had been confirmed when he witnessed him lurking around one of the sets.

And now a picture of him and Derek was being circulated nationwide, various tabloids and newspapers hosting articles speculating about it. The picture was even being discussed on talk and morning shows that apparently had nothing else to talk to.

He folded his arms over his chest and raised an unamused, expectant brow at Derek who merely blinked up at him. When Derek failed to say anything, Stiles gestured emphatically down at the magazine.

In the picture, Derek was wearing one of his outfits for the movie: a dark navy blue waxed cotton jacket over a black sweater, dark jeans, black boots, black sunglasses…and a wedding ring. It was crucial to the role he was playing, the movie focusing on a single father raising his daughter while struggling with depression and PTSD.

It was sure to be a classic, full of emotional scenes highlighting the everyday challenges of life with mental illness, centering on the main character, Tyler, learning how to juggle his own issues along with his daughter’s. Rather than glorify or romanticize both Tyler’s mental illnesses and his self-care, the film explored the nitty gritty truth of depression and PTSD and suicidal thoughts.

However, while Derek’s wedding ring was necessary for the movie, the matching ring on Stiles’ hand was not.

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Occupations Masterlist:

The Music Industry~

OKAY, so under this cut you’ll find a list of #55 jobs your characters can hold in the music industry aside from classic band members/solo artists. I know for bandom RP especially it can be hard to come up with unique jobs for OCs that still enable them to create connections. I’ve organized everything into categories for easy searching and defined even the most intuitive titles, so hopefully this helps!

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Convo inspired by this post.

[08:24:12] @gallusrostromegalus: gigglesnort
[08:24:32] @gallusrostromegalus: I can kind of see han and chewie being on Hondo’s crew for a while tho?

[08:24:46] @jhaernyl: Until they double cross him?
[08:24:48] @jhaernyl​: Han being Han

[08:25:25] @gallusrostromegalus: look, everyone involved double, triple and quintuple crossed eachother.
[08:25:39] @gallusrostromegalus: except for chewie who was not present to restore order

[08:26:41] @jhaernyl​: ‘So I’m doublecrossing Hondo for his vice, but I’m also doublecrossing the vice to Hondo or is that a triple cross? And then there’s the fact that I’m doublecrossing both of them, or is triple-crossing the vice and quadruple-crossing Hondo?, to the guy who is going to get me out of here.’
[08:26:53] @jhaernyl​: Maybe that’s why Hondo is on Tattooine and Han is nowhere in sight.
[08:27:02] @jhaernyl​: Hondo came to see if Han was hanging around and Han ghosted.

[08:28:42] @gallusrostromegalus: Obi-wan walks in to han and hondo trying to murder eachother with broken bottles while chewie tried to hold them apart and is about to tell luke they’re in the wrong bar when chewie yells something to the effect of 'YOU OWE ME JEDI"

[08:28:54] @jhaernyl​: Ha
[08:29:01] @jhaernyl​: And then Hondo turns because 'Jedi? What Jedi?’
[08:29:03] @jhaernyl​: And 'KENOBI!’

[08:29:29] @gallusrostromegalus: obi-wan fffffffffffffffFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK  hi chewie how u?

[08:29:55] @jhaernyl​: Hondo preventing Obi-Wan from dying on the Death Star
[08:30:14 | Edited 08:30:39] @jhaernyl​: Because 'You haven’t paid me yet. Bad for business Kenobi, if my clients think they can get out of a debt by dying at the hands of the Empire.’

[08:30:35] @gallusrostromegalus : so that he may give it an outrageous paint job and go joyriding in it?
[08:30:41] @gallusrostromegalus : PFFFT

[08:30:51] @jhaernyl​: Vader: Hondo? YOU TOOK UP WITH HONDO ?

[08:31:11] @gallusrostromegalus: i think obi-wan will let him have a personal party moon if he de-comissions the lazer.

[08:32:15 | Edited 08:33:25] @jhaernyl​: Luke and Hondo tug Obi-Wan in the Falcon before he can finish that.
[08:32:29] @jhaernyl​: Because of course Hondo leveraged Han’s owing him to get the Falcon in on the action.
[08:32:42] @jhaernyl​: 'This will pay off your debt. Well. Most of your debt. Let’s say a part.’
[08:33:34] @jhaernyl​ : Leia all 'Oh General Kenobi, good. Finally someone with some sense.“
[08:33:40] @jhaernyl​ : Obi-Wan looks at her bemusedly. No one has accused him to have any sense in him for decades.

[08:33:48] @gallusrostromegalus: no leia. no.
[08:34:06] @gallusrostromegalus: obi-wan hasn’t had sense since puberty

[08:34:27] @jhaernyl​: She grew up with Bail’s stories about General Kenobi and Bail tended to skip over the more 'death defying stunts’ parts of it.
[08:34:32] @jhaernyl​: Because he didn’t want Leia to get ideas.
[08:34:48] @jhaernyl​: Also unsaid, the 'the man won’t say he’s hurt no matter if he’s dying in your arms’ parts.
[08:35:12] @jhaernyl​: Hondo is somewhere going 'Oh yes, sense. That’s definitely something Kenobi has in spades.’
[08:35:24] @jhaernyl​: Which cues Han in on the fact that Obi-Wan has no sense at all.
[08:35:32] @jhaernyl​: Not that Luke or Leia believe Han.

[08:36:03] @gallusrostromegalus: (it’s 2:30 am and i should go to bed but YES)

[08:36:10 | Edited 08:38:44] @jhaernyl​: Leia simply cannot believe that such a devastatingly effective general could ever be anything less than fully knowing what he’s doing and absolutely practical, so it’s of course all just a tactic.
[08:36:16] @jhaernyl​: Kenobi is misdirecting.
[08:36:18] @jhaernyl​: It’s genius.
[08:36:25] @jhaernyl​: Leia has found a new role model.
[08:36:42] @jhaernyl​: Luke just thinks Ben is his beloved Master and there is no getting through to him.
[08:36:47] @jhaernyl​: Of course Ben knows what he’s doing.
[08:36:52] @jhaernyl​: Look how he and Leia are getting on!
[08:37:12] @jhaernyl​: 'That is not what I’d call praise, kid.’

Got a lot of messages over the last weeks when I’m going to post more Tolkien related things.
Here is something I work on at the moment. Or rather started to work on after the sketch laid around for two weeks. It’s the companion piece to my Manwe.

It’s still far from finished and very, very rough, (her dress and face will change a lot for the final image) just to show that I’m alive and indeed working on Tolkien thingies. ;) Pretty busy with client work and also other illustrations, but I hope I have this finished by end of next week. 

Leaving for a few days Berlin now. <3
Have a nice weekend!

anonymous asked:

Aaaa hi, it says requests are open again! Before I request anything I really wanna say thatI absolutely LOVE your writing. Like it's so lovely and I genuinely enjoy all of your headcanons. Thank you very much ^^ As for the headcanon, this one might be a little weird? Could you please write a headcanon about the RFA finding out that Jumin has PTSD? If not, it's totally okay! Thank you for taking the time to read this. ~Blaine

Blaine. Blaine. *Puts hands on your shoulders* You are amazing for letting me write this out. I hope I can do this prompt a little justice. And if anyone needs this tagged, let me know? I’m not going to bring specifics into it, like how he got it. Not in this hc.

Also, if anyone is confused, I made this post here explaining my personal hc that I thought Jumin may have PTSD. Totally okay if you disagree with that. JUST as a warning, it does talk about abuse in that post, so I heavily suggest not clicking that if it has the potential to upset you.


- She would be one of the first ones to find out. Due to her keeping track of his schedule more often than he did, she would have to remind him of the meetings he had her jot down. No names, no explaination. Just that he had a meeting with someone at one.

- The first time he had her jot it down, she didn’t think to ask much about it. Sometimes he forgot names, and there really was no way of telling how his exact thought process worked.

- But they started becoming frequent. Weekly, even, instead of monthly, and she starting getting concerned when he dodged all questions about it.

- One day she guised her question to be work related. And honestly, in some ways it was. In order to fully make his schedule correctly, she needed names. It wouldn’t be good for him to accidentally schedule two meetings at the same timeslot, mistaking the ‘Meeting @ 1pm’ to be with a different business client.

- And partly…she was worried he might be risking some reputation. She knew he was smart, but with how easily he fell for some of Seven’s antics…

- Finally, though, with enough pestering, she finally got it out of him. He game her a name, explained it was a doctor, and refused to answer any other questions.

- Rarely, very rarely, he used a voice that was much more than his normal 'stern’ tone. She could count on one hand all the times he had used it with her, or even with anyone in general, but when she tried to press futher and he answered with that rare tone, she finally backed down. Swallowed her worries until she got off of work.

- But right after her shift, as she looked up the doctor’s name, finding out he wasn’t just a simple 'doctor’, seeing what he specialized in. She just felt guilt wash over her.

- She refrained from any more questions. Tried to hide her slight annoyance when he cleared his schedule after meeting with the doctor, ignored how tired he sounded. How drained.

- She didn’t know what caused it, and never wanted to try and pry at what did. The least she could do was try to be a bit more understanding, maybe stop fussing about a certain project or two, but… He probably would want her to treat him like usual, right?

- God. She hoped he was doing okay.


- Jaehee accidentally let it slip that Jumin was seeing a doctor. For reasons she was unsure about, since he never said. 

- So of course, of cooourse, Seven wasn’t just going to ignore the chance to snoop around a bit?

- Granted, he was mainly doing it to make sure that Jumin wasn’t hiding that he had cancer, or something life-threatening like that. He knew Jumin had grown up close with V, and privately hoped the man didn’t share his habit of hiding his health.

- Regardless, even with how rich Jumin was, hacking into his bank statements was easy. Trailing cards numbers, amounts, names. Super easy, hardly any effort wasted.

-But he felt his heart slowly inch towards his stomach as he found the doctor’s name. Found what he specialized in, and that Jumin wasn’t actually going to your normal doctor.

- It was hard, admittedly, to not look into the doctor’s files on Jumin. Especially since he was literally a few keys away on possibly finding out why Jumin may have a few quirks. Quirks that the RFA loved him for, but also teased about.

- But if he did, he wouldn’t ever get the guilt to wash away. He’d never be able to look at him, not until he came clean.

- He wanted to know. Wanted to know each reason, wanted to see if his skills could somehow make Jumin feel better, but he only worked with computers. Not people.

- That was the furthest he dug into the issue. If the subject was brought up in the chat, he tried slipping the convo into teasing Yoosung about something, or just…anything distracting.

- Jumin would tell them if it became relevant, he knew that much. Just hopefully he would learn to speak up if he needed help.


- Ultimately, it’s Seven who tells him. Of all the people. He called him during a heated bickering session with Jumin. He wasn’t even aware he was in the chatroom watching them, but when Seven kept trying to find a good way to word something, he cooled off pretty quickly.

- It’s awkward at first, since his main reasoning for calling is to try and get Zen to drop the subject of Jumin’s health, which…Zen is confused as to why being concerned over another members health is a bad thing. So, Seven tried to explain, stumbling a bit over his words.

- After Seven admits he hacked into Jumin’s bank statements and such (Zen immediately getting ready to explain why the fuck that was a stupid thing to do in the first place), Seven explains what kind of doctor Jumin is seeing. And…Zen shuts up. In fact, he’s quiet for a solid minute before asking what he would be seeing him for.

- And once he hears it, he has to ask Seven to repeat it, and then they’re both quiet. Just silently on the phone, wondering what the fuck happened to their cat mom of a friend.

- After they get on the phone, Zen pops back into the chat and ends the argument. In private, he sends a text to Jumin, making some bs excuse about work being difficult. And, awkwardly, tries to suggest having a beer with him. Just to talk. Catch up, talk about life, since Jumin isn’t in the chat often.

- He doesn’t let it get to him when Jumin declines (No free time to even do so), but he feels a bit relieved that Jumin agrees to at least trying to do so sometime.

- They may argue, but if Jumin is dealing with something heavy on his own, then he’s going to at least try to listen. Even if he can’t give the best advice.


- He doesn’t find out until Jumin announces it in the chat one day, claiming to know that Seven must have found out and told everyone, since everyone is treating him vastly different.

- Per Yoosung’s prompting, he explains he doesn’t have anything physical to worry about- No blindness, no cancer, nothing like that. Just a mental issue, something he’s trying to learn more about each session.

- And honestly…Yoosung didn’t know what PTSD was at first. He was confused, and Jumin spelling out the full name didn’t help. Seven eventually had to link him an article in a text, and he felt so sick reading it.

- All the possibilities of Jumin having it…All the implications. They were so horrible! He ended up staying up for a while that night, trying to calm himself down from imagining all the different types of pain his friend could have gone through.

- He never thought Jumin could have something like this. He was born with a silver spoon- Most of his problems were things Yoosung wished he could worry about! Realizing that Jumin possibly hurt some days, more than others, just made him feel an immense guilt for even lightly teasing him at times.

- The next day, exhausted with trying to come up with ways to help out, ways to show he cared, he carefully brought the topic back up in the chat.

- He explained that he knew he was just a kid to Jumin, knew he wasn’t as well put together as he was, but if there was any way he could help, just to let him know. Even if it was just listening to him, Yoosung would do it. He could even call super late at night, since he gamed until four in the morning!

- Jumin was surprisingly a little nice about Yoosung flooding the chat with his worries for him. He explained that, for now, he just wanted everyone to treat him normally, since the chat had developed a weird tension ever since they all found out. But…He was going to take the offers they made, if the need ever arose.

- Even though it was a small thing, the only thing Yoosung could really offer, he was glad it seemed to be helpful.

- In the meantime, he was going to find some cute cat pictures to save for when Jumin was feeling a bit down. It was small, but at least it would show that he cared for him, and he knew Jumin would understand that.

anonymous asked:

Hiiiii! Your imagines are rlly cute! Can I have an RFA + Saeran where they accidentally find out MC has a crush on them? Like they overhear it or something. How would they react?

Thank you so much! That’s so cuuuute, here we go… (sorry it took so long, it’s been a crazy week for me…)

RFA + Saeran reacting to finding out MC has a crush on them


  • When he flirted with you, you would giggle and get really blushed.
  • But he thought you were just shy or get flustered easily, he would never think you were falling for him, you were always so nice to everybody, how could he tell?
  • He appreciated your friendship and how you were always willing to help him with rehearsals, you were not a good actress at all, but you read the lines to help him memorizing his
  • You really tried, but bless your heart, you were so stiff and sounded so uncomfortable. He didn’t mind, it was cute to watch you do your best to help him. And you would do anything to him, anyways
  • One day, you were  watching him on stage during a rehearsal. The musical would still take a few weeks to debut, but the director insisted on rehearsing like it already was the real deal
  • His co-star was a little late to this particular rehearsal, so Zen suggested you filled for her
  • You got desperate, you read the lines with him, but of course you didn’t memorize it, you were just helping him remember his
  • The director didn’t mind, it was more about adjusting the lightning and the markings, you could even improv if you wanted to
  • You went up on stage, you felt butterflies on your stomach, he looked so fucking handsome under this light, with that costume… it was too much for you to handle
  •  The director explained that was the scene on which the girl confesses her feelings for the guy before he gets on a plane for a trip who knows how long it could last (lololol so cliché, I’m sorry)
  • “What are you doing here? I thought you didn’t want to see me anymore” he said, acting as he was shocked
  •  You gulped as your eyes locked “I… I couldn’t let you go without you knowing how… how I truly feel.”
  • “What do you mean?”
  • You took a deep breath, here it goes: “ It’s just…  there wasn’t a single day ever since we met that I don’t think about you. I wake up thinking if you slept well, if you had good dreams, dreams about me. I go to sleep thinking how was your day, hoping we can meet in my dreams, and… I… dream about the day you’ll accept me and will rush to my house, take me in your arms, make me hop on your bike and we’re gonna go to a very beautiful place, as beautiful as you and… we’re gonna dream together, and make those dreams come true, Zen.” Then you remembered the plot “ So… so… don’t go into that plane, or… take me with you.”
  • Wow, he was impressed, could it be that helping him practice make you act like a pro too? And how did you manage to blush like that?
  • He hugged you, your heart was ready to come out of your mouth, and he leaned for a kiss… closer and closer… until you heard a “Cut!”
  • “That was good, although his character doesn’t have a bike. And you shouldn’t have called him Zen, but overall that was… interesting.” Said the director, you weren’t paying attention because you just wanted to kill him for interrupting!
  • “Wow, MC! That was so cool! Where did you get that dream thing from?” he was holding you by your shoulders
  • “Well, you always say things like that to me, about meeting in my dreams, I just… never really forgot about that…”
  • “Oh… really?” “Yeah…” and then there’s that awkward silence. “Oh, your co-worker is here, I should get going now” you gave him a soft smile and got off the stage, your heart was racing so much, you headed to the bathroom, trying to compose yourself
  • “Good, you’re finally here. If you have a crush on him too, this scene would be amazingly believable” the director said to the actress
  • And Zen was like… “Say what now?”
  • “Oh for God’s sake, Zen, that girl clearly can’t act! She wasn’t acting!”
  • “I just got here and I noticed too, how couldn’t you, dude?” said the actress
  • HOLY SHIT… you had so much to discus once this rehearsal is done


  • You weren’t even trying to hide, he was just too oblivious
  • You two were always hanging out at your place or his. You would help him study or try cooking new dishes , and sometimes play LOLOL
  • That night, you were at his house, you helped him study and now you were off to play LOLOL, but the doorbell rang
  • It was his mom, saying that he should watch his sister because she was busy (I know he cannonly has a sister, but I don’t know her age, let’s say she’s 9)
  • He whined a little, saying he already had plans with you, you said you would love to help, his mother smiled and said this could be a good training for both of you
  • You gasped in embarrassment, Yoosung didn’t get it oh my God…
  • She was soooo cute, like a girly brunette younger version of him, the same violet eyes you admired so much…
  • And she was adorable too, you took care of her while Yoosung just cooked . You helped her with homework and let her braid your hair.
  • Yoosung looked at you and said how good you looked with your hair like that, you should show off your ears more, they were really cute. And now you were a blushing mess.
  • His sister noticed and giggled a little. “Yoosung got a girlfriend~~~~” she sang
  • “Stop blabbering nonsense and get ready to bed!” he nagged. You couldn’t hold back your frustration, you knew it was just a joke, but hearing the possibility of you being his girlfriend was just blabbering really got to you.
  • She got ready to bed, but who slept was him, he was just so tired from all the studying and taking care of such an energetic child.
  • He dozed off on the couch, you and his sister made him company in the living room coloring some drawings
  • “Can I tell you a secret?” she said, you said yes
  •  “I have a crush on a boy in my class. He has black hair, blue eyes and he has a Ben 10 backpack!  But he doesn’t like me back…”
  • “How do you know, did you ask him?”
  • “No! I could never!” “Well, if you don’t ask, you’ll never know…” you were giving relationship advice to a 9 years old kid, what were you doing with your life?
  • “Did you ask my brother if he likes you?” you gasped and coughed “W-What? Why… why would I ask him that?”
  •  “I’m not stupid! You like my brother, don’t you? You like him! You like him! You like him!” oh god, she was being so loud, he was going to wake up!
  • “Yes, yes! I like him! Ok? I like him very much! Please keep it down!”
  •  “So why are you not being a couple?”
  • You sighed “Because adults are complicated and weird. And your brother is the weirdest of them all…”
  •  “And you still like him?”
  • “I’m complicated and weird too… Oh! Look at the time! You should go to bed, young lady! And I… should go home…” you were so embarrassed you just had to get out of there
  • You tucked her in and before you left, you planted a soft kiss on Yoosung’s forehead
  • After you left, she went back to the living room: “You are so dumb, you know that?”
  •  “Yes… yes… I know.” He said, running his fingers through his forehead


  • You two were always so busy because of the cafe, you didn’t actually expect her to notice your feelings with so much happening on the business right now
  • But your clients noticed, and boy, did they shipp you
  •  There was this elderly lady who would always come every morning and she was trying so hard to be your wingman (woman?)
  • “You and your friend are so adorable, young lady. Don’t you think she’s a doll?”
  • “Yes… she is very hard working too.” Wow… thanks Jaehee
  • “Is she taken? My son would be a perfect match for her.”
  • “Oh, I don’t really know, you should ask her that, although I don’t think it’s very appropriate” Well… she didn’t want you to meet the guy, that was already something… right?
  •  This lady would just give you that look, you were so embarrassed and frustrated
  • One day, she actually brought his son to meet you, he was really polite and cute, but yeah… you were not feeling it
  • She watched as you serviced him and got curious, he didn’t seem your type of guy, I mean, if you have one type, would it be like him? You never really talked about that stuff, actually, she would much rather avoid these topics, and you were so understanding you didn’t insist on,  she really appreciated that, she really appreciated how you were doing your best to make her feel comfortable with whatever
  • Your shift ended and you were about to close, you were cleaning the balcony and she was going to the stock room, but she freezed when she saw that guy coming in, she hid herself behind the door.
  • “Oh… we’re already closed, sir.”
  • “Yes, I know. I just wanted to talk to you, I won’t take much of your time, I swear. You see, my… mom kept talking about you, and… she was right, you must be the most adorable girl I’ve ever seen.”
  • “Oh… that’s really sweet, thanks.”
  • “Yes, so… I was wondering if I could take you on a date someday, you know…”
  • “Oh, I’m really flattered, but I… kinda already like someone?”
  • “You do?” he said and Jaehee thought the same. “Well… he is a lucky guy.”
  • “Girl, to be honest”. HOLY SHIT! “And I’d be the lucky one if she actually… noticed me, but I think her biggest love is coffee, as she always says.” Were you really opening up with this random fella? Girl, these feelings were really getting to you, huh?
  • “Well, good luck to both of you.” And he left.
  • “Her biggest love is coffee, as she always says”? Were you really talking about her? She really did say that a lot, so… no, it can be, can it?
  • You two were gonna have a long talk after you closed, and not even coffee could make her feel the excitement she was feeling right now


  • He invited you to some business party, these events were incredibly boring, but he said you had the ability to make things interesting somehow, so inviting you was just a logical conclusion. Okay…
  •  And he was right, it was really boring. You almost felt resting your head in his shoulder and just taking a nap right there, he was so warm, his suit was so soft, and he smelled so good… focus, MC!
  • He introduced you to a lot of people, and his father asked him where did he find such a treasure for a girlfriend. “She’s my friend, don’t make her uncomfortable, please.”
  • “Oh… I’m not uncomfortable, don’t worry.” Take the hint, Jumin
  • Mr. Chairman just giggled, his son was such a smart man, he couldn’t even noticed this big crush right there?
  • You were really tired and couldn’t hold back a yawn, Jumin smiled softly, his smile was going to be the death of you someday
  •  “I’m sorry I kept you for so long, I’ll just say goodbye to an acquaintance, but you can wait for me in the car, I’ll be there in a second. And… here, you look cold” he put his jacket on you and patted your shoulders before nodding and making his way back to the party, you let out a deep sigh and went to the car
  • Driver Kim was waiting for you with the door open, you said you were gonna wait outside
  • You started talking about whatever with Driver Kim, you were just trying to distract yourself from the alluring smell in the coat on your shoulders
  • “Mr. Han will not be happy to see you standing  here in the cold, miss MC, you should wait inside the car.”
  • “Don’ worry, I’ll tell him you tried to make me go inside, but I’m too stubborn.”
  • “Just like him, huh?”
  • You giggled, a little surprised: “Yes, like him. But that’s the only thing we have in common, I guess…” you closed your eyes and leaned your head on the car’s  window “I mean, he’s so elegant, so calm, I’m so sloppy and desperate… desperate for him to notice how crazy I am for him…” you were very sleepy and kept on mumbling about your feelings
  • “MC?” you heard that deep  low voice and raised your head, you didn’t want to open your eyes, but you did, just to find him looking at you curiously… oh fuck!
  • “Let’s go inside, it’s cold and we can talk more comfortably. Driver Kim is already set.” Were you that sleepy that you didn’t even notice Driver Kim gooing to the car or was this man a fucking ninja?
  • You two got into the car, you had no idea what was this cold he was talking about, you were sooooo hot, your face was burning
  • Driver Kim warned: “Buckle up, it’s going to be a very long ride” Yeah, no shit…


  • You knew you should back away since now he was dealing with all his brother’s problems, yet you kept catching yourself going to see him in the hospital
  • He didn’t mind, seeing you always made him feel sitting under the sun, anyways… and now he really needed some light to help him
  • The nurses loved seeing your interactions,  you looked so cute together, but you always had to tell them you were just a good friend…
  • Sometimes you would come and watch Saeran while he would go home and take a shower
  • But he couldn’t stop worrying. Saeran wasn’t stable, what if he hurt you? So he managed to install a camera and a wire on the hospital’s bedroom
  • Saeran was always loud and would never stop tossing and turning on the bed, but when you were there, he would just be quiet, like he was in some catatonic state
  • But one day he spoke to you: “Why you keep coming here?”
  • “I’m worried… about you and your brother.”
  • “Yeah, right… you just care about him, don’t need to lie to me.”
  • “Why would I lie to you? You are a big part in Saeyoung’s life, everything and everyone who are important to him are important to me too.”
  • Saeyoung was watching this, did you really mean that? That  was so considerate…
  •  “Oh… so cute… you have a little crush on him or something stupid like that?” he said sarcastically
  • “Definitely something stupid like that.” Saeran scoffed, but that almost sound like he was genuinely laughing. With just one sentence, you were able to amuse both the twins, you were really something…
  • He came back to the hospital and could not look you in the eye without blushing, you just smiled and waved a goodbye to Saeran. Then you lightly squeezed Saeyoung’s arm and messed his hair a little. “Take care, Choi boy.” The nurses were shrieking so much awwww
  • Saeyoung followed you with his gaze until you reached the elevator.
  • “I have no fucking clue which one of you it’s the biggest idiot here”  Saeran glared at him


  • He was trying different kinds of therapy  since he was released from the hospital
  • You found out he was really good at painting and drawing. Watching him so concentrated trying to find the right color was just… hypnotizing.
  • So once in a week, you would take him to a painting class and then to the park so he could practice with more freedom
  • One day, a big dog ran to you, he had a leash, but you couldn’t see the owner, so you let Saeran drawing and went to look for the dog’s owner
  • You walked a lot and got really tired, so you sat on a bench, sighed heavily, and looked to the dog and laughed
  • “You remind me of someone, you know?” the dog had these beautiful acqua eyes, they looked mysterious and a little intimidating, but yet… so mesmerizing, exactly like Saeran’s.
  • “Why can’t it be easy for humans like it is for you, mr. dog? You see the dog, sniff her butt and that’s it! But with us humans, is so… tough. I like this guy, I like him so much I can just watch him paint clouds and trees and flowers all day, I like him so much I don’t even care talking about him to a dog, because every human I know tells me to get away from him. What do I do, mr. dog?”
  • The dog start shaking his tail and licking your hand, you laugh. “Yeah, if I do that, he’ll probably think I’m crazy.”
  • “MC?” Saeran appears behind you, a guy is with him. “This is… mr. dog’s owner.”
  • “Her name is actually Priscilla” and he takes the dog away from you, you freaking weirdo
  • As Saeran referred to Pricilla as “mr. dog”, you could only assume he heard good part of your “conversation”, but you weren’t sure, so you just avoided any visual contact.
  • “Come on, I’ll buy you ice cream” he said and started walking, you ran after him. “And in exchange, I’ll let you sniff my butt.” God, just kill me now

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Gold Digger - A Roman Reigns One-Shot

Roman is having a hard time getting rid of his gold-digging ex-wife. What exactly does he have to do to get her out of his life permanently? Roman Reigns/OC. AU one-shot.

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“Do you need anything else, Mr. Reigns?”

Tearing his eyes from the paperwork on his desk for the first time in hours, Roman Reigns looked up at his secretary. “No, that will be all. Thank you.”

“Okay. Have a good night, Mr. Reigns.”

“You too.”

Once she shut the door behind her, Roman shook his head, chuckling quietly. He was well aware of the attention his secretary had been giving him these past few weeks. And not just her; there was a bunch of other women in the fray; fellow colleagues, clients, family friends; most of them far less subtle about their intentions than she was. When you were a very successful, newly single young man, such was to be expected. But as flattered as he was, he had no plans for another relationship, not so soon after his divorce.

He sighed heavily as she came to his mind. Sabrina. The redheaded goddess. The seductress. The Jezebel that nearly ruined his life.

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Styles & Co. Part 9

Authors Note: The italic paragraph is Harry describing Elise an event in his point of view. (Sorry if it is confusing, but it will make sense once you reach it).
Thank you so much for reading my work!!
Previous parts found HERE Xx

When Harry told me to pack a bag for the weekend I did not take him seriously one bit, I assumed he was just trying to be cheeky and make up for our previous disagreement; turns out, he was serious about the weekend. He — presumably with the help of Anastasia — Planned a small getaway just for the two of us, promising that his phone would be used at a minimum and I was *all* his for the whole weekend, no interruptions, no business talk, no business problems, or even clients that need to be seen. He is absolutely, one-hundred percent mine for at least the next forty-eight hours.
Oh, how so much can be done in forty-eight hours without interruptions…

Despite having a splendid cabin to relax in and partake in various activities with my boyfriend, I find myself hand in hand with Harry while we stroll along a hiking trail he specifically selected.

A walk within nature is refreshing; the rich air fills my lungs with a sense of clarity.
The worn trail leads a route through a chirr of insects sounding while within the terrain of old decayed logs, some softened by rot, along with many forest-y like shrubs, towering trees, and tussock grass.
Thick grass carpets contoured lines as a border for the narrow pathway we travel on— between the rich verdant woodlands on either side of us. The further I advance the more of a lush scent radiates from the various grasses that line the channels, the dips and curves of the uneven terrain. 

“Harry, are you sure there are no snakes?” I challenge while I continue to gaze over the region, feeling as if I have been undividedly swallowed by a viridian forest of chaparral.

“Elle, you’re in the heart of nature. Just relax and enjoy the walk.” Harry responds, appearing to appreciate the calmness of the trail and the greenery it contains. I have never really been fond of walking trails, I find them rather boring, in my eyes all I see is greenery and random shrubs that may or may not be poisonous, but, Harry seems to appreciate the walk in nature, the least I can do is smile and breathe in the fresh air. After all, there have been things over the years he has done for me that he has thoroughly despised, such as attending a few theatre productions with me, and not complaining through the Nut-Cracker — that he found to be unquestionably tedious and torturous.

We subsequently reach the top end of the trail, the peak of the trail allowing us to appreciate a promising landscape. My eyes set themselves among the breathtaking panoramas over the edge — it’s almost as if the whole world is at the edge of my feet, — Rugged Alpine mountains line the distance where the snow caps peak the skyline, the mountains accompanied by a thick mist at the base where rolling land dip and curve in the spaces between the hilly mountains and the valleys.

“It seems so peaceful out there.” My eyes continue to gaze over the view thoroughly, taking in the beautiful detail and picturesque scenery offered, from the rigid cerulean mountains to the shadow the mountains cast over the scattered villages — almost as though the mountains are nature’s shielding casings for the settlements before them. 

Harry’s arm benevolently encloses itself around my waist, a small kiss becoming pressed to my cheek. 

“It does, it’s a lovely view, I love the colour variations between the landscapes, how the colours elegantly dip and transition. It is remarkable.” He agrees with the sense of peacefulness the distance emits. “Tell you what else is lovely?” He begins with a slight chuckle, 

“You’re about to say something incredibly cheesy and cute, aren’t you?” I smile, my eyes turning to gaze at him, his view being one of my all time favourites. I can never get enough of his features, his blue-green eyes that sometimes turn to grey, his pink lips, or even the way his nose crinkles at times.

He shrugs, his eyes moving back towards the landscape before us, “I was,” he nods, “But since you just outed me, I will refrain from my comment.” He continues as I lean into him, his arm becoming tighter.

“I want to hear it,” I gently poke at him, 

“Nope, are you ready to go back down the trail?” He questions and I nod, taking one last look at the view before I move from Harrys embrace and begin to step away from the edge. 

“You coming?” I turn to smile at Harry, holding out my hand. I observe as he timidly nods, his hand fidgeting in his pocket. “Harry?” I narrow my eyes onto him and he catches onto my glare, he makes his way closer to me and takes my hand, his fidgeting making me curious. “Why are you fidgety?” I softly question as we begin to walk back down the trail.

“Uhm,” ..“Sorry, love. I couldn’t help myself and quickly checked my phone.” he clears his throat, seeming a little apprehensive and nervous. I shrug it off and kiss his cheek, assuring him I am not mad — if that is what is making him timid and nervous. 

My eyes stay focused on the rocky trail while I continue to admire the surroundings I missed on the way up the trail.
Harry’s voice distracts me at a distance and it takes me a moment to realise he isn’t right beside me, again.

“Elise, wait a second.” He affectionately calls,

“This is the third time-” I begin as I stop in my tracks and turn around, immediately freezing when my eyes coincide with his. He returns to me a grinning smile, his eyes glistening a penetrating bluish-green from the rays of sunlight radiating down on us. I stand speechless, a tiny box in his hand, a diamond shining radiantly from the sun. 

“Since the day I met you, I knew I wanted to one day marry you.” He stammers, appearing nervous, a tone I barely ever catch. 

A stuttering Harry is scarcely every detected. He’s always calm and confident when speaking, it’s how he tends to make his territory. The only other times I have seen him seeming timid or nervous was for a few major business settlements, and a wedding toast he was terrified as hell to make. It took him two glasses of strong liquor to calm him down and convince him that his speech was perfect and that he, in fact, did not need to prepare an expeditious getaway.
“For almost five years I have looked into your beautiful eyes, witnessed your adoring smile, and have had the privilege to wake up beside you for the last two years we have lived together. I have fallen in love with you, every inch of your personality, your body, and soul; your witty comments, and your touch. I love you,” he continues, gaining a little confidence as his hand shakes a little. “I have come to realise that you have put up with a lot of my shit that my business throws at us; you have been one of the only ones to stick by me, even when things go south, you are there… you are the girl that my Mum used to tell me about, she told me that I would find a girl that starts a wildfire in my soul, a girl that is captivating in every way, talented, caring, loving, and most of all a girl that will stand by me even when things get tough…” ..“She told me to marry the girl that I wouldn’t want any other man to be with, the girl I want to dance with it at random hours, to marry the girl that stays even when she has seen me at my worst….., and I was wondering if you’d take the next step with me and marry me?” The proposal makes my heart skip a beat. A question I didn’t think he’d ask me, at least not for a while. 

We’ve never discussed marriage, I honestly did not expect to hear this speech for a while; I thought he would drop hints, or I would have to drop the hints by bringing it up or leaving my laptop open on a wedding dress page for him to find and freak out over, but none of that seemed to have happened… Neither of us has dropped hints. But here he is on one knee with a beautiful diamond ring cushioned within the box. 

 I stare down at him, lost for words, lost in my own thoughts. 

This, this is really happening.

“Really?” My voice comes out as more of a squawk rather than a regular tone, my own nerves beginning to rapidly pulsate.
He nods, a smile spread across his face, his dimples becoming exhibited. I stare into his eyes, bewildered and clouded. 

This explains why he was timid before we started walking down the trail again, why he was fidgeting his hand in his pocket, blaming it on him just wanting to check his phone… 
Was he wanting to pop the question with a stunning view in the background? Was he just too nervous to do it?

I open my mouth, promptly closing it as a sense of nerves takes control of my body, I can’t tell if I’m incredibly dismayed by the sudden question or if I’m about to throw up from being put on the spot.

His eyes soften as they do their best to interpret my own, “Elise?” a delicate film begins to cover his eyes —  a covering that looks as though a tear is threatening to spill from his gorgeous eyes. 

Without much more consideration I find my head nodding, a “yes,” slipping from my lips. The moment the word escapes my tongue my lungs fill with fresh air, a smile embroidering itself across my lips.
His smile stretches wide, his agile fingers taking the delicate ring from the box, gingerly sliding the ring onto my finger before I’m kissing him ever so sincerely. We pull away, still smiling at each before he breaks the silence, 

“For a minute I thought you were going to turn me down.” He clears his throat, placing the ring box back into his pocket. 

“I uhm.. I stopped breathing for a moment.” I chuckle, 

“Yeah I thought so, you just looked at me with a stunned expression.“ 

"Well, you did just out of the blue propose to me,” I remind him, wondering just how much thought he put into this. 

“It wasn’t entirely out of the blue.” He shakes his head while we begin to continue to walk down the trail. 

“We have never discussed marriage." 

"Well… true, but we have been dating nearly five years.” He acknowledges my point, reminding me that our five year anniversary is swiftly approaching, along with his twenty-sixth birthday.
Damn, how time goes by moderately quickly.

Harry catches me admiring my ring while I sit relaxed in the bed, the comforter draped over my legs. He leans on the doorframe, a smirk coated cutely across his face, a mug cupped in his hand. I bite my lip and give him an innocent smile, blushing at the fact he caught me watching my ring glisten in the lighting. 

“Is it real or fake, darling?” He questions, seeming to be amused by the fact I am delighted with the diamond on my finger. 

“Oh ha-ha,” I roll my eyes, “It is extraordinarily beautiful, you have a good eye,” I confess, rather surprised that he chose so well and selected something that suits my style.

“Mhm,” he hums, stepping into the room, leaning over the bed and handing me the mug he was previously cupping in his large hand, “Here, sweetheart.” I take the mug and press my lips to the rim, relishing in the aftertaste of the tea he graciously made for me.

“So, can I know the details?” I reference to the whole proposal, curious of his thoughts and planning involved. He crawls onto the bed and lays himself down beside me, 

“What details?”

“How you asked my Dad and stuff.”

“I have had the ring for six months sitting at the jeweller, I had both your parents look at it before I bought it. I was going to propose on the trip, but I had to go back and deal with my bloody business, then I thought of doing it on our anniversary in a few weeks, but I thought it would be far too typical and public at a restaurant.. it has been in my pocket waiting for the right moment.” He explains, once again surprising me with the fact that he had the ring six months ago and never dropped a hint about it. Not one. “As for asking your Dad, that was the hard part.” He admits with a low voice.

The thought of marriage lingered in my mind for a while, in fact, it was March of last year when I decided that I wanted to propose to you. The moment I knew I wanted to marry you is a whole other story that will have to wait for another time. Anyway, when the idea arose, I began to ponder on different things, whether you would say yes, whether your parents would give me their blessings, I even had to think about whether the two of us would be better off staying the way that we were — happily in a relationship as we had just crossed the four year mark. I sat at my desk trying to think of a way to ask your Father, preferably in a way that he would give me a yes. I wondered about it for quite a while, it wasn’t until mid-May that I gathered up the courage to speak to your Father about marrying you. It worked out kind of perfectly, it just happened your Dad asked if I could have a car organised to pick him up at the airport, so I did, but I decided to accompany him. Your Dad played along perfectly into my plan, inviting me in once we arrived at his house —  we spoke about business, his trip to Chicago, the stock market, all that nitty-gritty stuff you hate discussing with me. It was nerve-wracking, sitting in front of your Dad while he sipped on a glass of bourbon, explaining to me his own business things. It was in the moment that your Mum walked in with the lovely smile that you got for her, that I realised it was now or never. Well, it was also in that moment you began to call me and interrupt my process, making me even more nervous and uneasy. I managed to calm myself down after getting off the phone with you and I looked over at your Dad.. with a nervous breath I politely asked your mother to join our conversation, that is when I proceeded my speech, and yes, I remember it all like it was yesterday. “For a while, I have been thinking about what I am about to ask, I have put a lot of thought into this and think it is the right thing to do. I love Elise, it has been evident since the first time she introduced me to you two as her parents. Your daughter… your daughter is the girl that I would go to the ends of the world for, there is nothing I wouldn’t do for her. We have been together for four years, and I would like to vow to her to stay with her for another seventy-four or for how many more years I live. I am asking for your blessing to marry Elise.” I am pretty sure I stuttered through the whole damn thing, and I remember staring at your Dad as he gave me his answer,
I was devastated, I kinda just looked at him, unsure of why he turned me down, and that is when your Mum burst into laughter, making me feel even worse about myself. I thought she was laughing at me. turns out that wasn’t the case. “You should see your face,” Your Dad chuckled, extremely amused by my lack of words and expression. 

“Put him out of his misery, you had your fun.” Your Mum piped in, giving me a grinning smile.
“We actually spoke about this the other week and wondered when you would finally ask us. Yes, you can marry Elise… It is about damn time you bloody ask, thought it would never happen.” Your Dad smiled, giving me his blessing to marry you, along with a fucking heart attack.
“Even asked while in a suit and tie, how could we say no?” Your Mum continued, settling the situation and assuring me that they would not have said no and that it was purely a joke. So, that is how that went…..

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i can't wait for part 2 of the recent jumin cheating fic pls rip my heart out with angst okay adios i love u

Author’s note: it’s 4am || Is this enough heartbreak?? Yes?? No?? Idk??  part one here !!

Part 2 (of 2)

It’d been a week since that day.

You snapped your head in the direction of the moan. What the hell was that?

Your body felt heavy as you forced yourself to investigate the noise. You found yourself staring at the closed door of the master bedroom.You glared down at your trembling hands. 

Stop itthere’s no reason to be afraid.

But, if that was true, what was stopping you from bursting through the door? Your fingers tightened around the cold knob. 

Jumin loves me. 

In one short moment of insane courage, you twist the handle; He loves me, you reassured yourself again before entering the room.

“MC? Are you awake?”

Jaehee’s voice pulled you back into reality. Instead of responding, you rolled over, facing your back toward her.

“I understand you don’t want to talk, but it’s 3 in the afternoon and you haven’t had anything to eat.”

You remained silent. Jaehee had been kind enough to let you stay with her, yet here you were, repaying her with a cold shoulder.

“…I’ll go get something for the both of us. I’ll be back soon, MC”

As soon as Jaehee shut the door, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. You closed eyes, and let your mind wander again.

He loves me.

Numbness spread across your body like a wildfire. It was like a bad car accident, it hurt to look at, but you just couldn’t turn away. Except, instead of cars, it was your fiancé fucking another women on top of the bed you once shared. The air smelled like a mixture of cheap perfume, sweat, and Jumin’s cologne. There were clothes scattered everywhere, and two empty wine glasses on the floor, decorating the room like a cherry on top of a Sundae. 

Not that you noticed any of this. You were still telling yourself it was all just a horrible nightmare. After hearing another pleasured filled moan from Ms. Jhang, you didn’t even know her first name and here she was ruining your life, you felt a rush of emotions hit you.

You tasted blood, and that’s when you realized how hard you were biting your lip, attempting to keep the bile from rising up past your throat. You tried to back out of the room, but your feet were cemented to the ground. How have they not seen me? How much time has passed? It felt like eons to you, but in reality, it had only been a couple seconds.

“Shit, MC?”

Ah yes, your ex-lover had finally noticed you. You wanted to open your mouth and say something, say anything, but I guess your voice was another thing Jumin had taken that night. He had moved closer to you, almost an arm’s length away. You looked up and saw his mouth moving. Has he been talking this whole time? Closing your eyes, you tried to focus on his voice, hearing nothing but a low buzz.

When you opened them back up, you focused on the floor instead of his eyes. You saw his feet continue to move forward, as if he was trying to suffocate you with his closeness. Something caught your eye and you tilted your head. The navy blue tie. My favorite.

Your body was on autopilot when you bent down and picked up the fabric. Running the silk between your fingers, you looked back up at Jumin.

“Did she take this off of you?”

You were taken aback by the strength in your voice, and by the look on Jumin’s face, so was he.

“MC, I’m back with food! Also, Zen’s with me, he wanted to visit you again.”

If your eyes weren’t so puffy, you would’ve rolled them. When you heard your stomach growl at you, you wrapped a blanket around your body and slipped out of bed. You peaked out the door, but squinted when the light hit your eyes.

“Why is it so damn bright in here, Jaehee?”

She turned around with a giant smile on her face. “You’re up! Did you come to eat?”

“Is there any beer?”

“…Zen brought some.”

You held out an open hand, expectantly waiting for a cool drink. Instead, Zen handed you a hot plate of fried rice. The smell was tempting, but it wasn’t what you wanted.


Zen took sunglasses out of his back pocket and slipped them over your eyes. “These are for the brightness, and I’m not giving you any beer until you finish your food.”

The plate was starting to burn your hand so you looked for a place to set it down. Walking into the kitchen, you took a seat at the dining table. You got another wave of delicious aromas from the rice, and your stomach begged you for a taste.

“Okay, okay, calm down. I’ll eat it.”

Pushing the rice around a bit, you finally decide on what portion you wanted to nibble on first. When the first spoonful entered your mouth, you happily sighed.

“Has she told you exactly what happened?”

Zen was trying his best to whisper, but his stage voice betrayed him. You could basically hear Jaehee shaking her head no. The only people who knew what went down in that room were you, Jumin, and Ms. Jhang.

“C-come again?”

You held up the navy silk. “Did Ms. Jhang remove this tie from your neck?”

If you hadn’t been so determined on getting an answer, you would have noticed that a certain long-haired woman had gathered her clothes and tiptoed across the cold hardwood floor, right out the door. Of course, you were too blinded by your emotions to know the, still no first name, Ms. Jhang had left.

His messy hair bounced around as he nodded up and down. “She did.”

You felt laughter bubble up in your stomach, and you tried to refrain from smiling. I put that tie on him, and she took off. If that isn’t some damning symbolism, I don’t know what is. Your emotions were swirling around inside of you, so when you finally opened your mouth to respond to him, you had no idea what to expect.


Well, you weren’t expecting that.


And neither was he.

Jumin stepped right in front of you grabbed your wrist, pulling you into his chest.

“Stop it, Jumin.”

He slowly placed a hand on your chin.

“Please, I-I can’t breathe.”

He tilted your head up and looked you in the eyes.


When he started to lean in, you felt a steady burning in your chest. Was that from all the anger? The sadness? The pity?

Whatever it was, it gave you the power to shove Jumin away from you. “Did you not hear me? I said STOP. As in, ‘Don’t ever touch me again,’ you ASSHOLE!”

The shock on Jumin’s face was priceless. Heck, it would’ve even been funny, given the right circumstances. The man you fell in love with was now a teary eyed little boy, quivering in front of you. In another life, you might have even been sorry for him.

It took all of your strength to turn around. You tried to take a step, but something stopped you.

Not something. A voice.

“Please don’t leave me.”

You barely heard him over the sound of your own sadness screaming out in your head. There was a new feeling in your chest, not a burning one, but a hollow pain. A pain that spread to your fingertips, to the back of your neck, and to the bottom of your feet. A pain that consumed you. A pain that whispered, ‘take him back.’

You focused your eyes on the door. Like a toddler just learning how to walk, you mentally told yourself, left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot. Your hand caught on the door frame, as if your body was trying to fight your decision. Swallowing every single feeling you had, you turned to look at him. He was not going to have the last word.

“Leave you? No. You’ll always have a piece of me, Jumin. And on those nights when you think that tiny piece of me is enough for you, I want you to remember, you could’ve had it all. You’re a fool for doing this, but you’d be an even bigger fool to not realize what you’ve lost. Goodbye, Mr. Han.”

Your sweaty feet stuck to the wood floor, but you couldn’t hear them over the sound of his cries. Not that you cared anymore. You didn’t even realize you were outside until you saw your ragged breath turn into fog. Shaky hands held your phone up to your ear.


“Jaehee, pick me up outside of Jumin’s place as soon as you can.”



She must have heard the strain in your voice because she hung up without saying another word.

“Quit playing with your rice.”

You shook your head, zoning back into the real world. “I’m full.”


Zen held out a hand to stop Jaehee. He cracked open the fridge and pulled out a beer. “As promised. Drink responsibly, MC.”

You grabbed the cool glass out of his hand and popped the lip off on the table. “Thanks, mom.”

The familiar burning of alcohol flowed down your throat and you smiled. You looked at your two friends and sighed. “Come on you two,” you stood up and gestured them to follow you.

Jaehee furrowed her eyebrows. “Where are we going?”

You turned to them, your eyes glazed over from lack of sleep.

“I’m going to tell you what happened after I caught Jumin cheating.”

You had never seen the two of them move faster than they did at that moment. Zen nearly tripped over himself trying to get past Jaehee. The three of you settled in the living room and you leaned back on the couch. Taking one long, last sip of beer, you set the bottle down.

“Jumin’s father once gave him advice on where different business clients’ meetings should be held-”

“Mr. Chairman’s number one rule,” Jaehee interrupted.

You nodded. “-But from the way he treated me a week ago, I’d say Jumin learned a lot more than business from his father.”

Tumbleweed, Her #4 - [BAP] Mafia!Au

[A/N] I wish I could wake up with amnesia, but then I don’t want to forget about you and that pretty smile you have. Dear reader, will you smile for me today?

Originally posted by mauloveskpop

The Private Investigator: Jung Daehyun

He had always been watching. He did nothing more than that. He knew everything about you. Your daily schedules, to the place you frequent to, to the habits you have that you don’t necessarily realise having it. Daehyun knows what you liked and disliked. Daehyun knows you to the core. And you don’t necessarily know that. How far did he know?

He knows why you take the bus in daylight. He knows you take the same bus but don’t really go anywhere. You went to the train station but never got on any of it. You went back when people starts to pour in to make it look like you go home from work. Daehyun was always on the watch. He had his binoculars on him to spy on you. And he spoke to himself a lot, “Where are you heading? Why do you always do this.” And his questions were never answered.

He looked through the binoculars at you. When he first started as a private investigator, he had to overcome a lot of shortcomings. He was a tad too inexperienced in his field and he learnt the hard way that experiences truly helps in getting his name in the industry. His egotistical demeanor tend to get him in a lot of trouble but he paved his own style of investigation and a few police station had come to mimick his strategy. He didn’t necessary hates it. It just shows how the authority is lack creativity. But what he didn’t like, is when they took credit for what he did.

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Lucky (to be Alive)

For @minglewithadingle​, because, dogs. <3

Robert’s stuck in traffic.

It’s been a hectic week. The scrapyard’s been doing well, which is good, but it’s been seeing Aaron leaving earlier in the mornings and coming home later in the evenings. And Home James has been doing so well that even with Jimmy and Rodney out on haulage runs with the rest of the drivers, Robert’s still been needed to take care of a few himself whenever he’s not been busy charming the clients through the Home Farm contract.

He’s supposed to be down south, now, stopping at a hotel for the night before heading back in the morning, but he’s managed to finish things up much sooner than planned, and he’s heading back home.

Robert checks the time on his phone. 9:47PM. If he’s lucky, he’ll make it back before Liv slinks off to bed, and before Aaron falls asleep. He’s not seen much of either all week, and he’s not ashamed to admit that he misses them. The reason he’s slowly losing his patience as the line of traffic crawls around an accident site up ahead is because he wants to surprise them both, and hopefully manage an hour in front of the telly together.

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I went on a little hike in September and the sunset was magic. The book by the way is Dear Life by Alice Munro, so good!

How you guys have been doing? any good book suggestions? there’s a pumpkin soup and lots of hot beverage cinemagraphs to come soon, sorry for the delay with images, we’ve been busy with client work and then I felt generally tired from life

love you all,


lillieisabllagrace  asked:

I have a fun question! Do you have any patients that have become like legends in your office? For example, my vet tells people who bring their dog in for eating non food items about my dog, who frequently eats things and poop them that seem to be physically impossible for her little body to pass. All the receptionists remember about my Polly Pockets being her favorite thing to eat when I was little years ago, and always joke and ask what she's been eating when I bring her in

There are certainly patients that become special favorites, often because they’ve survived something extra-dramatic. We don’t often tell other clients about them in detail though, because of client confidentiality. It’s usually more of a general statement, like “Look at what this patient had, it’s much worse than Bella’s so I’m reasonably confident Bella will respond to treatment.”

An example of this is our diabetic patients. Partly because they’re in hospital regularly for blood tests, we get to know them fairly well. Also because when a pet is newly diagnosed as a diabetic it often takes owners some convincing to actually treat them.

Diabetics need insulin injections once or twice a day. They need routine. They need strict dietary control and regularity. All of this can be intimidating to owners.

The best way to convince them that yes, you can actually do this, it gets easier as you go, is to have examples of healthy, happy diabetics.

The best example of this was on a day when the clinic was busy, and two clients in the waiting room were having a casual chat. One had a little black dog who’d been diagnosed as a diabetic the day before and was coming in to discuss treatment versus euthanasia. The other had a goofy dalmatian named Brooke.

I’m rushing around the clinic when I hear “Oh! Brooke’s been a diabetic for nearly five years now. Hasn’t slowed her down a bit.” To this day I am pretty sure it was the pep talk from a fellow diabetic dog owner that resulted in that little black dog being treated instead of put to sleep.

Then of course there are the legends that every vet has heard about at some point in their studies.

Sweet Home Alabama

This is a Klaroline version of one of my favorite movies Sweet Home Alabama. I got the idea watching Josh Lucas on Stephen Colbert earlier this week he’s also one of the stars of this movie. I recommend this movie to anyone who hasn’t seen it.

For @misssophiachase who when I told her the concept she fell in love with it and we went back and forth in messages discussing it and getting really excited about the concept. We both love the movie and Klaroline.


The clouds are black it’s thundering and lighting outside. Ten year old Caroline and ten year old Klaus are running across the sand. “ Come on Nik we have to get home.”

“ Answer my question first.”

“ No now come on.”

Klaus still running behind his best friend. “ No you won’t answer or no you won’t marry me.”

Caroline stops running she turns around and puts her hands on her hips. “ No I will not marry you I am ten years old I have to much to do.”

Lightening strikes and the kids scream and Caroline runs the other way. Klaus grabs her hand “ This way love.”

Klaus brings her over to where the lightening hit the sand and it’s glass “ Wow.”

“ We will be safe here.”

“Says who.?”

“ Everybody lightening doesn’t strike twice.”

Caroline turns to him while he’s looking up at the sky. “ Nik why would you want to marry me anyway?”

Klaus smiles down at her “ So I can kiss you when I want.”

Klaus leans down and pecks her on the lips. As he is kissing her lightening strikes them apart.


Present New York City:

“ Wake up gorgeous your boyfriend didn’t recommend us to his newly engaged brother because we sleep on the job.”

“ Enzo let her sleep if I had her boyfriend or his older brother I wouldn’t be sleeping either.”

Caroline looks between her two best friends Enzo St claire and Katerina Petrova. Together they run a party planning business. “Enzo’s right this client is important if we can impress him maybe he can tell his mother how good of a job we did and she can start liking me. How are we doing with everything?”

Katherine hands her a folder “ Right on schedule Amara will walk down the isle any minute now and Silas is already in his spot. All we need to do is watch my older sister marry Stefan’s twin brother.”

Enzo puts his arm around Caroline’s shoulders “ And how could anyone not like you your pure sunshine.”

Caroline puts her head on his shoulder “Thanks.”


After the wedding Caroline is making sure everything is going smoothly when someone comes up behind her and puts his arms around her waist. “ This wedding was amazing you did a fantastic job.”

Caroline turns around its her boyfriend Stefan Salvatore youngest son of the mayor of New York. “ Stefan, you really liked it. Did your mother?”

Stefan smiles down at her “ Maybe our wedding could be like this.”

“ You have to ask first. ”

“ I have to go give my congrats to Silas and welcome Amara to the family. Remember we have that fundraiser tonight with my mother.”

Caroline tries her hardest to get Stefan’s Mother Lily to like her but Lily doesn’t think she’s good enough to for her son. “ We can’t skip it, your mother is always rude to me at those things.”

“ It will be fun I promise.”

Later that night Stefan sent a car to Caroline’s apartment to pick her up. The car stops and the driver turns around and tells Caroline to follow him inside. They get inside and Stefan is waiting. He takes her by the hand and they walk through a door he gestures with his hand and the room lights up and they are in Tiffany’s. “ Pick one out.”

Caroline gasps “ Oh my god.”

Caroline and Stefan arrive at the fundraiser Caroline has her diamond ring hidden so nobody knows. When she shakes Lily’s hand Lily feels the ring. “ Stefan why is Caroline wearing a ring on an important finger.”

“ Can we not do this right now mother.”

“ I want an answer”

Lily turns the ring around so the diamond is facing out “ Your engaged.”

The paparazzi take pictures of the three.


“ I’m hurt I’m one of your first New York friends and you didn’t tell me?”

Caroline closes her suitcase and looks over at Katherine in the doorway to her bedroom “ I’m seriously regretting giving you a key.”

Katherine lays on the bed and gives Caroline the paper the front page is Caroline and Stefan with the caption in big letter he’s taken ladies Stefan Salvatore is engaged. “ If I got engaged I would of told you the second it happened.”

“ I know you texted me in the middle of you having sex.”

“ That was one time and I couldn’t help it Mason was so bad in bed the only thing that was keeping me awake during that was texting you and he didn’t even notice.”

Enzo comes in with coffees and hands them to each of them. “ So make it up to us and give us the play by play.”

Caroline smiles at her friends yes they’re crazy and someone with Katherine’s personality shouldn’t even exist but she loves them. She met them the first week she moved here seven years ago. “ Stefan told me we’re going to a fundraiser, I get in the car and the driver takes me to this building and inside Stefan is waiting he takes me through this door and the store lights up and were in Tiffany’s he tells me to pick one out.”

Both Katherine and Enzo look at each other they know they need to say something but they don’t know who should say it. Katherine speaks up. “ I’m saying this as your best friend and I love you. Really that is the worst proposal I’ve ever heard he didn’t even ask you. I’m taking him off my list of people I want to sleep with.”

Caroline looks to Enzo to be more supportive. “ I’m sorry Cinderella it sounds like your settling I we want you to be happy. Stefan just might not be your Prince Charming. Your always trying to impress his mother who doesn’t like you. How many times has he had to cancel on you because his older brother had a problem? We’re just looking out for you.”

Stefan has canceled more than half of their dates.

“ Gorgeous what’s with the suitcase are you doing a runaway bride before the wedding even has a date?”

Caroline points a finger at Enzo. “ I knew it was a bad idea to have a Julia Roberts movie night with you. No I’m not running away well kind of I’m going home.”

With both Enzo and Katherine’s confused looks Caroline explains. “ Remember I’m from Alabama.”

Katherine puts her arm around Caroline’s shoulders “ That right our little country girl. Hey are country men better in bed if they are I might be taking a trip down to Alabama.”

Caroline pushes Katherine away “ I wouldn’t know I’ve only been with one.”

“ Do tell.”

“ I can’t I would miss my flight but I will tell you this because I know you Katerina and it’s killing you I’m not telling you all the details, the guy I slept with in Alabama best I’ve ever had.”

“You know since Stefan technically didn’t say the words will you marry me your allowed to sleep with whoever you like so maybe a little time with best you ever had.”

Caroline smiles at her “ I’ll take it under consideration. Now I have to go I’m going to miss my flight”


As Caroline is pulling up to this big house she sees Freya Mikaelson pulling out of the driveway. She knows where there’s one Mikaelson there’s always more. The Mikaelsons stay together the siblings are extremely close. She was best friends with all of them but closest to the forth child Klaus. She loved the Mikaelsons she didn’t have any siblings and the Mikaelsons had seven kids they were her siblings her family.

She pulls up the driveway after Freya leaves. The Mikaelsons dog starts barking at her. Klaus comes out of the house but doesn’t recognize her. “ She’s loud but doesn’t bite. How may I help you.”

Caroline takes her sunglasses off “ Well for starters you could get your stubborn ass over here and give me a divorce.”

Klaus’s mouth goes dry. He never expected to see her again. “ Your just as stubborn if not more than me sweetheart. And you show up here after seven years and demand a divorce without even a hi remember me your wife.”

“ I’m not your sweetheart anymore and I haven’t been your wife in a long time. Just sign the papers Klaus so I can leave.”

“ Living in New York has made you cold. Are you going to visit your parents while your in town I know they miss you.”

Caroline glares at him “ I’m only in town so you can sign these papers I didn’t want to come here but you keep sending them back. Then we never have to see each other again and this nightmare can be over.”

“ Love our marriage wasn’t that bad.”

“The day of our wedding you were so drunk from the night before you throw up on my dress and then slept it off in your truck. I went to our reception with vomit on my dress and we never even had our first dance.”

The dog keeps barking they both turn to the dog “ Shut up Tyler. ”

“Shut up Hayley.”

“What happened to Tyler?”

“He died shortly after you left was so heartbroken you left him. It was sad watching him every time someone came in the door he got all excited thinking it was you but it never was.”

Klaus goes back in the house and locks the door. Caroline angrily pounds on the door “ Niklaus Mikaelson open up this door.”

One of the housekeepers goes to open the door Klaus stops here “ No don’t answer it she’s crazy.”

Klaus runs to the back door and locks it. He gets back to the living room and hears. “ The next time you lock someone out make sure they don’t know where the spare key is sweetheart.”

He looks over and Caroline is sitting on the couch. “ It would be nice if your wife told you where it was. Kol’s been looking for that key for years.”


Caroline sees a blinking red and blue colors outside the window. “Seriously you had the housekeepers call the sheriff on me did you forget the sheriff is my mom.”

“ Oddly enough this isn’t the first time I’ve been called to my own home for a disturbance.”

Caroline turns at the sound of the voice “ Elijah your the sheriff?”

Caroline throws her arms around her former brother in law. “ After your mother retired because she was too depressed that her only daughter up and left. I became sheriff.”

Klaus leans in the doorway “ Brother enough reunion this is a crime.”

“ Caroline you can’t just break into others peoples houses.”

Caroline goes over to the couch “ I didn’t break in Elijah I used my key.”

Elijah sees the divorce papers and looks over at Klaus “ I thought you took care of this.”

“ So did I.”

“Well then there’s nothing I can do your still married meaning this is her house as much as it is ours.”

Elijah turns to leave but Klaus isn’t done yet “ Brother there has to be something you can do. Remember when she stole the steaks from the Winn Dixie.”

“ You know I took those back.”

“ Vandalism at the junkyard.”

“ Seriously like I could tip a cow by myself.”

“Wait isn’t there still a warrant for who ever pushed the Donovan’s tractor into the fish pond.”


Caroline is getting her picture taken in the police lock up. “ Turn to the left.”

When she turns she puts up the middle finger.

Her dad is asleep when the phone rings. Her mom answers the phone. “ Hello.”

“Hey mom.”

“ Caroline it’s been so long since we’ve heard your voice. Are you ok?”

“ I’m in town and I need you to come down to the station and come get me.”


“So what put you in jail this time?”

“Those other times it was usually Klaus fault although sometimes it was Kol’s. Anyway it wasn’t my fault.”

“It always comes back to Klaus. He’s changed you know, I see your priorities Klaus, jail, then me.”

“Mom it isn’t like that I love you, your my mother. I’m sorry I didn’t follow in your footsteps. I’ve known Klaus my whole life so yeah some part will always come back to him but I’ve tried to stop that. Maybe you like to know how I’m doing in New York.”

Liz nods. “ I’m sorry it’s just that I don’t see or hear from you in seven years then you show up out of the blue and ask me to pick up from the police station. So how are you.?”

“ I’m good I met someone we’re getting married, he’s really nice I’m happy. I came here because Klaus never signed the papers were still married.”


The next day Caroline is in town talking on the phone with Enzo. When she hears someone whistle at her “ Enzo hold on I have to bitch someone out.”

Caroline turns towards the whistler and sees Kol and Rebekah Mikaelson “ Change of plans Enzo I’ll call you back.”

“ Oh my god guys it’s been forever of all the Mikaelsons I’ve missed you two the most.”

Rebekah and Kol smile and hug Caroline “ So what brings you to this neck of the woods.”

“ I thought you were too good for us.”

“ Your brother is an ass.”

Rebekah and Kol laugh “ Which one if you ask me they all are. Have some class Caroline don’t call Kol an ass in front of him don’t you remember he’s sensitive.”

Kol pushes Rebekah who is laughing. “Nik, I have no problem calling Kol an ass to his face.”

“ I know you called me one at your wedding.”

“ I was so mad that day I was going off on everyone.”

Rebekah and Kol once came up to New York to see Caroline. A month after she moved they came up met Katherine and Enzo. “ So how long are you staying?”

Caroline sighs “Hopefully not for long, I’m on my way to the bank. We should catch up later.”

“ If your on your way to the bank we should get far away, don’t need another bank incident.”

“Oh I was putting that cat out of its misery.”


She gets to the bank and the bank guard sees her and stands up quickly and moves towards the door. “ Hi mr Parker how’s your leg?”

“ It doesn’t give me much trouble.” “ I’m taking my lunch break.”

Caroline goes up to the teller and it’s Vicki Donovan. “ Well look what the cat dragged in.”

Caroline smirks “ The joys of being home.”

“ I heard you and Klaus had quite the reunion.”

“ The perks of small towns. He’s still out of your league Vicki.”

Vicki looks down at her nails “ I’ve already had my chance with him didn’t work out he’s too rich for me.”

Caroline reaching inside her bag feels that even though her and Klaus aren’t together and he got her arrested last night she feels that need inside her to defend him and she hates that feeling. “ Yes because nice, extremely handsome, great family, British, all around amazing, is too good for you if I remember correctly you used to like the burnouts like Jeremy Gilbert.”

“ Jeremy and I have been married for three years.”

That took Caroline by surprise “ Oh wow well congrats. I need to make a withdraw from my-”

“ -joint account from what I hear you two are still married.”

Caroline gets a devilish smile on her face. “ Yes we are.”


Klaus gets home and sees lights on inside he thinks nothing of it Rebekah or Kol are probably home or maybe Freya and Lucien are visiting. He steps inside and Caroline greets him at the door “ Hi sweetheart how are you, did you have a good day, I made you a bourbon just like you like it.”

He takes the drink and looks down at her “ What the bloody hell is going on. I’m going to fire Genevieve and Aurora for letting you in.”

He goes to leave looking for the housekeepers when Caroline stops him “ I gave them the night off told them I wanted to have a proper reunion with my husband.”

Klaus starts searching her pockets “ You always did have no patience.”

“ Where is the hide away key?”

Caroline pulls a key out of her bra “ You mean this key?”

Klaus goes to reach for it and Caroline puts it back in her bra. “ I think I’ll keep this for now.”

“Did you forget you don’t live here. Now give me the hide away key and go back to New York.”

Caroline ignores him and goes back to the kitchen. “ You know today I was shopping with Rebekah and we were talking and she invited me to stay here I told her I would love to.”

“ I see you found her accent again. ”

Caroline smiles up at him “ That’s not all I found today, since I will be living here I bought you a new bed it will be here next week, till then we will just have to make do with your bed.”

“ You are not sleeping in my room. Spend your money all you want love, your not staying here. ”

Caroline looks up at him standing in the doorway drinking his bourbon “ But I thought you said you should think of it as our money.”

Klaus glares at her “ You didn’t.”

Caroline smiles victorious at him “ I believe the words joint account are flashing through your head right now and yes it did.”

Klaus slaps his glass on the counter “ How much did you take?”

Caroline puts the knife down and leans forward on the counter “ All of it.”

“That wasn’t yours to take.”

“Sign the papers and I’ll give it back.”

Klaus just wants this to be over he can’t keep fighting with her. “ Fine give me the pen.”

Caroline gives him the pen and papers. Klaus looks down at them “ Nobody finds their soulmate when their ten years old.”

Caroline looks at him sad “ Yeah I guess.”

Klaus looks at his watch “ You know what sweetheart I just remembered I have a date, I’ll sign them after.”

Klaus goes up the stairs to his bedroom and Caroline follows him “ You have a date we are still legally married.”

Klaus takes his shirt off and turns around in his doorway. “Says the woman who left me and got engaged to another man. So I think I’m entitled to go on a date.”

Caroline is speechless she didn’t think he knew. He is still as muscular if not more than the last time she saw him shirtless he tries not to look at his naked chest. “ Who told you.”

“ Nobody told me I read it in the news.”


Caroline pulls up to the bar in town and so doesn’t fit in she’s in high heels, jeans and a off the shoulder sweater. Freya Mikaelson is working behind the bar when she sees Caroline “ Oh my god if it isn’t my favorite sister in law. Come here give me a hug.”

Freya comes around the bar and hugs Caroline. Caroline hold up her hand “ Soon to be ex sister in law, I thought this was Esther’s bar.”

“ It was when our parents retired they gave the bar to Lucien and I. He’s around here somewhere it’s so hard to keep track of that man.”

After Caroline orders a drink she hears “ Oh my god Caroline.”

Caroline turns around and her old friend Bonnie Bennett is standing before her with a baby in her arms “ Bonnie how are you, look at you, you have a baby in a bar.”

“ This is nothing I have three more at home. Kai always jokes saying if we were witches we could have our own coven.”

After talking with Bonnie Caroline finds her main target for the night. “ Mind if I join you?”

Klaus turns around from talking to his date. “ We do were in the middle of something.”

Caroline puts out her hand “ Hi you must be Klaus date I’m Caroline Klaus wife he refuses to divorce even thought I’m engaged to another man.”

Klaus turns to his date to is in shock looking at Caroline’s ring. “ Can you go get us some drinks?”

Klaus’ date Cami goes to leave but comes back and address Caroline “ What kind of martini is that?”

“ Not her and me, you and me.”

Klaus returns to the pool table with his friends when Caroline puts her martini right in front of his shot.“ You want me to mean to you in front of your friends. Oh that right you don’t have any friends.”

Klaus finishes her Martini then looks down at her “ I had a friend once she was crazy, fearless, fun, everything you want in a best friend then she left and came back cold as ice.”

After a couple more rounds of drinks Caroline is drink playing pool plus shes angry a bad combination. Marcel never really liked Caroline he even tried to talk Klaus out of marrying Caroline. “ When are you going to divorce her.”

“‘She waited seven years a few more days wont kill her unfortunately.”

Marcel looks over at Klaus “ Now to win the game you need to get the ball in the corner pocket Just like in that game.” Marcel looks over at Caroline. “ You remember the big football game don’t you.”

“How could I forget that was the night Klaus got me pregnant.”

Klaus face Immediately drops from smug to you didn’t just go there. “ Why don’t you just go public with that.”

“ I just did and it’s not like anyone can keep a secret in this town. I mean look at the people right here Rebekah can’t keep a man to save her life, Kol can’t find a woman to put up with him and Elijah has a stick so far up his ass I’m surprised he can still walk.”

Freya comes out behind the bar “ Klaus you need to get her out of my bar before she causes anymore damage.”

Klaus takes her by the arm and drags her out Caroline still insulting people as she’s leaving. Bonnie gives the baby to Kai and takes Caroline’s purse out to her. “ I need to find my keys.”

Klaus fights to get the purse out of Caroline’s hands and puts her in his truck.

As Klaus is giving Cami Caroline’s keys so Caroline can have her car in the morning Caroline leans over to the drivers seat and throws up. As she is wiping her mouth she leans out the car and says “ Payback.”

Klaus looks up into the sky “ This woman is going to kill me.”

Caroline’s dad answers the door and Klaus is carrying Caroline who fell asleep bridal style Into the house. Liz takes Caroline’s purse while Klaus takes Caroline to her room.


The next morning Caroline rolls over in bed with a terrible hangover but rolls onto something she opens her eyes and it’s the divorce papers Klaus signed them.

Caroline staggers into the living room and finds her father dressed as a civil war solider complete with civil war gun.

After a couple cups of coffee Caroline heads over to the Mikaelsons to apologize. She rings the doorbell and Aurora answers Klaus is walking past the door when he sees her “ Leave nobody wants to talk to you here.”

“ I came to apologize I feel just awful for what I said to Rebekah, Kol and Elijah.”

“ You stay outside I will go see if they want to accept your apology, Rebekah cried herself to sleep last night your her oldest friend and you said some nasty things to her last night.”

Caroline nods “ I know.”

Klaus returns with his siblings “ Rebekah, Kol, Elijah I’m so so sorry I was drunk and angry at Klaus and I shouldn’t of taken my anger out on you three. I love you guys you will always be my family.”

Kol has his arms crossed over his chest leaning on the banister of the stairs “ Just so you know I have a girlfriend remember Davina Claire we have been with for two years.”

“ I’ve been dating Matt Donovan for a couple months now.”

“ I’m so happy for you guys I wish you all the luck.”


Caroline is about to leave when Freya runs out of the house. “ Caroline, wait I need to tell you something.”

Caroline turns around at her car. “ Let me I’m banned from your bar.”

“ No. I remember the day before your wedding Klaus came home told me she’s crazy she pregnant, planning our wedding, and planning three different prom committees. I asked him does that make you love her any less? He told me I’ve loved her since I was ten I will love her till the day I die. He drank the night before your wedding because he was scared he didn’t think he was good enough for you.”

Caroline never heard this. “ That’s crazy of course he good enough. I wasn’t good enough to for him.”

Both Freya and Caroline are leaning on the hood of Caroline’s car “ You and him have something that is special, you two found each other when you were ten. Your love for each other is so deep and meaningful. When I got married to Lucien eight years ago I wanted to have the same love that you two share. We both saw his face when you mentioned the pregnancy he still blames himself for what happened you ran away when he needed you most.”

Caroline looks at the windows of the house hoping to see him but doesn’t “ It wasn’t his fault or mine. After we lost the baby I needed a fresh start. He could of followed me to New York.”

“ He did when Kol and Rebekah went up to New York Klaus went with them but he couldn’t face you it was too hard he saw you laughing, smiling and he’s always wished you the best he knew it would take more than apology to get you back he would need to conquer the world my brother would do anything for you.”

Caroline wipes a tear from her eyes “ When I first got to New York I thought of him everyday somedays like on our anniversary I still cry. I loved your brother so much I would of done anything for him. I thought we would be together forever.”

“So did he. Under all the hate and anger you two feel for each other now there is still love. Why do you think he never signed all the times you send the papers.”

Caroline looks over at Freya “ He hoped I would come back to him.”

Freya nods “ He never lost hope. Yes he’s mad right now but he still loves you and you still love him.”

“ Freya I’m engaged to another man. I don’t love Klaus anymore.”

Freya notices something around Caroline’s neck. “ If you don’t love him why are you wearing your wedding ring around your neck?”

Caroline touches her necklace. She kept her ring and put it on a chain because it felt like a part of Klaus a part of their life was still with her everywhere she went. “ I didn’t want to loose it.”

Caroline hugs Freya “ Thank you Freya for everything.”

“ Your welcome and I meant what I said your my favorite sister in law and you always will be.”


They hear a camera go off and look behind then and it’s Lily’s right hand man Malcolm taking pictures of the house. “ Can we help you?”

Caroline whispers to Freya “ Play along please.”

Freya nods. “ I’m Malcolm from the New Yorker I was hoping to get an interview with your family.”

“My family isn’t here only me and my sister. ”

“ Well then should we do the interview inside get some pictures.”

Caroline looks over at Freya for help. “ You know what it’s such a nice day why would you want to be in some old big house that has rooms just like every other house when you can be out here in the sun and fresh air.”

They take Malcolm on a tour of the grounds and he leaves satisfied. “ I am so sorry I dragged you into this Freya.”

“ Your family.”


Caroline pulls up to the festival in town with food, bands, goat feeding she sits down with Rebekah and Matt “ Are we good Rebekah.”

Rebekah reaches her hand over the table to Caroline’s “ Always your my sister in law, my oldest and best friend.”

Caroline smiles and squeezes Rebekah’s hand. Caroline finds Kol and Elijah and makes up with them too.

That night the band starts playing Sweet Home Alabama everyones dancing Bonnie comes up to them and asks Klaus to dance because Kai can’t dance.

Kai comes up behind Caroline “ I can dance she can’t keep count.”

Caroline grabs his hand and drags him to the dance floor “ Let’s see about that.”

Caroline gets next to Bonnie “ He’s not bad maybe it’s you.”

“ Let me in.”

Bonnie dances with Kai and Caroline and Klaus look awkwardly just standing there. Klaus puts his hand out and Caroline takes it. “ One dance only because I love this song then we have to talk.”

Klaus nods.

Freya and Lucien are dancing and Freya sees her brother and Caroline. “ Look.”

Lucien looks over at them “ What were you two talking about earlier. You were out there for a long time.”

“ Nothing I just shed some light on the relationship.”

“ Are you trying to set up your brother and Caroline.”

Freya smiles “ They can’t be set up if they are still married, they still love each other.”

Lucien kisses her.


After their dance Klaus disappears he’s on the water tower with his friends when he sees Caroline walking “ I think I’m going to call it a night.”

Caroline sees a sign for the cemetery she walks though it and stops at Tyler’s grave. “Sorry it took me so long to come home. If I would of known you were so heartbroken I would’ve came sooner. I’ve been pretty selfish lately I wish you were here so you could give me kisses and make my problems go away when everything was going wrong you never left my side. I’m sorry I left you. You probably thought it was your fault.”

Klaus comes up behind her “ I told him it was my fault.”

Caroline turns around and wipes her tears “ Stop being nice.”

“It’s the truth.”

“ It’s to complicated the truth, life, us.”

Caroline sits on a bench while Klaus sits next to her “ He was a good dog and you looked to be having fun out there.”

“ I’m happy in New York then I come down here and I’m happy too.”

“ You can’t have both love.”

Caroline looks over at him “ Maybe I could fly south for the winter.”

“ Look”

Caroline turns toward his direction and sees lights. “ Lighten bugs only you would point that out.”

“ You know I still go out there see the storm clouds.”

“ I had a dream about it the other day.”

Klaus looks over at her “ Do you ever wonder what would happen if you didn’t get pregnant?”

Caroline goes to open her mouth when klaus mouths from next to her to In front of her. “ Let me get this out I thought that baby would be an adventure but that would be your only adventure you deserve so much more than this town and me. You have done so well for yourself sweetheart I’m proud of you I’m just sorry I never danced with you at our wedding.”

Caroline is speechless she gets up to leave “ I can’t do this right now.”

Klaus holds her arm “ I know.”

Caroline kisses him. Klaus pushes her away “ Go home love.”


The next morning Caroline is leaving she puts her stuff in the car and her mom comes out to see her off. “ You need to stay as far away from here as possible Klaus is like quicksand and you always fall in.”

“ Mom I’m marrying another guy Klaus signed the papers Klaus and I are over.”

Caroline hugs her mom and gets in her car she just has to make one stop first the battlefields.


Caroline is walking through the battlefields looking for her father. “ Dad where are you?”

One of the supposed to be dead soldiers sits up “ Who are you looking for?”

“Bill Forbes.”

The guy calls his regiment and the whole battlefield of supposed dead people sit up and help her. One of the people in the back calls over to her “ He’s about to surrender.”

“ Thank you.”

The regiment lay down again no pretend to be dead.


Klaus is driving through town and comes to a two lane intersection and stops next to a black car. Klaus let’s the black car go ahead of him. Both cars pull up to Klaus house.

Stefan Salvatore gets out of the black car while Klaus gets out of his truck. “ Good afternoon.”

“How are you?”

“ Good thank and you?”

“ No complaints so are you here to see one of my siblings?”

“ Actually I’m here to surprise my fiancé Caroline.”

Klaus is surprised and he can tell right off the bat he doesn’t like Stefan. “ Then you have the wrong house.”

Stefan turns around “ This is the Mikaelson house right.”

“Yes are we talking about the same girl Caroline Forbes?”


Klaus let’s out a laugh “ That girl is crafty.”

Stefans confused look Klaus ignores it. “ Stefan Salvatore.”

“ Klaus Mikaelson.”

“ Oh so this is your house?”


Stefan rings the doorbell and Freya and Lucien answer they were on their way out anyway. “ Hey klaus what’s going on?”

“ Oh you know just meeting Caroline’s fiancé do you know where she is?”

Stefan introduces himself. “ Freya her sister. And this Lucien her brother in law. I see you already met Klaus her-”

“ -brother.”

“ I think Caroline said something yesterday about visiting her dad up at the battlefields.”

“ The battlefields”

“Come on I’ll take you.”

Freya steps forward “ You know brother why don’t Lucien and I take him up we were leaving anyway and you just got home.”

Klaus turns towards his older sister “ Now what kind of a brother would I be if I didn’t give my sister her fiancé.”

They walk away and Freya scrunches up her face “ This isn’t going to end well.”


“ So who is Caroline Forbes.”

“A local hero around here.”

With Stefan’s curious look klaus gives a little detail. “She blew up the bank.”

“ And that made her a hero.”

Klaus is so proud of her plus he loves telling this story. “Well a legend she was ten unfortunately nobody was hurt except the cat.”

“What cat.”

“ The one with the dynamite on its back. ”

Stefan can’t believe this story “ She blew up a cat?”

“ The cat was scheduled to die anyway.”

“ From dynamite.”

“ The vet said it had cancer so our brother Kol thought we should put it in a chamber where it would suck your lungs out but little Caroline couldn’t bare the thought of that she wanted something more humane. They were doing some blasting up by the new highway so we took the cat up and taped him up used thirty feet of fuse to be in the safe side said our prayers then ran. So we were sitting at the dinner and we see the cat trotting down the road we would of caught the cat to but the second the fuse hit his tail he took off like a bullet into the bank. Theory is he wriggled his way free because people say they still see him walking around with a scorched tail he’s a little skittish around humans.”

“ Stefan is amazed ” Wow quite the story.“

“Well she’s quite the girl.”

Stefan looks over at him “ What happened to her?”

“ Got pregnant married a loser right after high school.”


Caroline is watching her father on battlefields she turns around and Stefan and Klaus are coming up the hill. “ Surprise”

Stefan kisses her in front of Klaus who looks uncomfortable. “ What are you doing here?”

“ Came to deliver your fiancé.”

Stefan turns to Klaus. “ She was talking to me?”


“ It must be really exhausting living a lie my dear sister.”

Caroline scrunches up her face and Stefan looks at her “ What is he talking about?”

Klaus turns to Stefan “ You and I are in love with two very different people.”

Klaus leaves and Stefan turns to Caroline “ Is he a close brother?”

Caroline looks up at the sky “ I’m so glad I’m on a battlefield.”

Stefan looks confused “ I’m just going to lay down and die here.”

Caroline comes clean “ He’s my husband.”

“ Your married your brother Caroline.”

“ He’s my ex husband now I came down here to get it divorced.”

Stefan is freaking out as Bill rides up to them on a horse. “ I thought I saw you in the crowd who’s your friend?”

“ Bill Forbes.”

Stefan puts the pieces together “ Caroline Forbes. ”

Stefan walks away and Caroline chases after him “ Let me explain.”

“ No I don’t know you. All I know is I’m on the next flight out of here.”


Caroline is sad and helping her mom make dinner when her dad shows up with Stefan. Stefan looks around Caroline is not the girl he fell in love with but he knows one thing he does love her.“ Will you still have me?”

Caroline hugs him “ Except I want the wedding here in my hometown.”

“ I think I can arrange that.”


Lily still doesn’t like Caroline but has agreed to help she suggests the Mikaelson house. “ I don’t think so.”

“ It was the foundation of your lie.”

When Lily get in her car Caroline sees Malcolm waiting for her.


Caroline has been calling Klaus for days finally she goes over to the house and Rebekah answered. “ Rebekah I’ve been calling the house for days why hasn’t anyone picked up.”

“ Nik unplugged all the phones even took our cell phones away. Now at your last wedding Freya and I were bridesmaids are we still bridesmaids or guests?”

“ Of course your bridesmaids your my best friends.”


Caroline called Enzo and Katherine and told them she’s getting married they got on a plane and flew down. Caroline sees a poster in the airport for glass she really liked at the festival. “ Guys this is that glass I was telling you about.”

“ Deep South glass.”

“ Yes let’s go.”

They find the store and it’s all different shapes of glass. “ This is beautiful.”

“ It’s what happens when lightening strikes sand.”

Katherine puts her arm around Caroline’s shoulders “ Who is that?”

Caroline looks to where Caroline is looking and sees Klaus, Kol and Elijah. “ My husband.”

Both Katherine and Enzo look at Caroline. “ Oh honey you’ve been holding out on us. So which sexy man is he.”

“ The one on the left and he’s my ex husband.”

“ Do tell gorgeous.”

“ And while your at it tell me the one of the rights name he is sexiest man I’ve ever seen. I think I just found my new home.”

“We married right out of high school we were so in love but like all fairyales this one has an end. His name is Klaus those are his brothers Kol and Elijah.”

Katherine still looking at Elijah “Elijah I like it. That look right there says your not over him. I see more chemistry with you and him than with you and Stefan. I’ve never heard you say I’m so in love with Stefan. Klaus is the best sex you’ve ever had. You should be with him.”

Enzo agrees with Katherine “ Follow your heart Cinderella your prince isn’t in New York your prince is right there.”

Caroline tears her eyes away from Klaus “ Even if I did follow my heart he’s not talking to me anyway. ”

Katherine takes her hand “ I’ll fix that.”


Klaus and his brothers were talking when Katherine marches up to them “ Excuse me.”

The brothers look at her “ Yes may we help you?”

Katherine pushes Caroline towards Klaus he catches her so she doesn’t fall. “ I’m sorry about my friend she’s eccentric.”

“ I know the type.”

He motions towards Kol. Caroline smiles. “ This is beautiful.”

“ Why don’t you look around, get something to eat, sit on the deck enjoy yourselves.”

“ Klaus we need to talk.”

Klaus starts heading up the stairs “ No we don’t I was an idiot for thinking you still had some feelings for me.”

Caroline runs after him “ I will always have feelings for you.” Caroline pulls out her necklace “ Do you know why I wear this around my neck everyday. And why I choose to keep the name Mikaelson when I left. To keep a part of you with me. When I left I was scared but I knew you were with me in spirit.”

“Love I didn’t need to be with you in spirit if you didn’t leave.”

“ After everything I needed a new life. I left when the only thing that would make us happier was each other.”

Klaus looks down he’s ashamed to admit this “After you left I barely left the house that why my siblings moved into our house to keep me company and sane. I still love you Caroline.”

Caroline touches his arm “ And you don’t think I still love you.”


Caroline goes back downstairs and Katherine is flirting with Elijah. “ You know I love a man in uniform but I bet you would look just as well in a suit.”

Elijah smiles at her when Caroline comes over “ Come on let’s go guys.”

“ One more thing before we go who owns this store it’s beautiful.”

Kol puffs out his chest “ I do well Klaus and I do.”


Alaric Saltzman enters the dinner and everyone looks at him “ Can we help you?”

“ Yes I’m looking for Caroline Mikaelson.”

Bonnie and Kai are in the dinner “ We haven’t heard that name in a while. What do you want with her.”

“ It’s a private matter.”

“ Then I’m afraid we can’t can’t help you.”


Caroline is cleaning her room of all her beauty contest trophies and cheerleading trophies “ This is a disaster.”

Katherine’s laying on the bed while Liz is talking with Enzo in the kitchen. “ It’s going to be fine.”

“ Are you even listening to me? I have feelings for Klaus and I’m marrying Stefan and Stefan, his mom and brothers are going to be here any minute.”

Katherine comes over to her and puts her hands on Caroline’s shoulders “ Breath now we are going to do the same thing I did during my relationship with mason.”

“ I really don’t think texting you during sex is going to help.”

Katherine rolls her eyes “ No but if you do get bored in that department do text me. I was talking about faking it. Your a former beauty contest you know how to fake it. Just pretend this is the question part of the pageant.”

Caroline looks down at the trophies in her hands. “I was in pageants from the age of five to the age of ten. I really don’t think I held on to my knowledge of pageantry. ”

“ Well then I guess your just going to have to face Lily and tell her you don’t love her son anymore.”

“ Maybe I did hold on to some of it.”

Katherine puts her arm around Caroline’s shoulders “ That’s my girl.”

Caroline puts her head on Katherine’s shoulder “ What did I do before I met you?”

Katherine smiles down at her and pats her on the head.

The dinner went surprisingly ok Caroline faked her feelings and everyone believed her.


Today is the wedding Alaric drives up to the house but security won’t let him in because he’s not on the list.

Caroline is getting ready with Rebekah, Freya and Katherine “ This isn’t right I shouldn’t be getting married here of all places. ”

Katherine comes up to her and puts her chin on Caroline’s shoulder. Caroline looks at her through the mirror. “ I don’t know if I can do this Katherine.”

“ I know honey, whatever you decide Enzo and I will be right there with you. So will Freya and Rebekah they seem to love you just as much as we do.”

Freya and Rebekah come over to her “ She’s right we love you Caroline and we want you to be happy.”

“ I just wish there was a sign telling me I’m making the right decision.”

Liz come in and sees all the girls hugging “ Caroline I know that look that man out there adores you and can give you a life we never could.”


A big dark rain cloud is over the Mikaelson plantation Stefan thought he felt a drop while he’s waiting for Caroline.

Bill is walking Caroline down the isle and Alaric comes running in security running after him “ Miss Mikaelson. Miss Mikaelson.”

Freya and Rebekah turn there heads. Security pins Alaric to the ground. “ Miss Mikaelson.”

Caroline looks at him he’s her attorney “ Mr Saltzman.” She looks at the security he’s fighting, “ Let him go.”

Alaric straightens his suit and walks over to her “ You are one hard woman to get a hold of.”

“ Mr Saltzman he signed the papers.”

“ Yes but you didn’t.”

Katherine whispers over to Rebekah and Freya “ I think she got her sign.”

They smile they want Caroline to be happy as much as Katherine and Enzo want her to be happy.

Alaric shows her the papers and next to wife’s name it’s blank. “ You mean I’m still married.”

The Mikaelsons smile. Alaric looks around “ Only if you want to be.”

Stefan is sick of this “ Just sign the papers Caroline so we can get on with our wedding.”

Katherine goes to confront Stefan on how to talk to Caroline but Enzo rushes up to her to hold her back. Caroline looks back at Stefan “ It’s an honest mistake.”

Lily speaks up “ Then fix it I don’t want to be here anymore time then needs to be.”

“ Does anyone have a pen?”

Everyone checks their pockets and Elijah has one. “ You know Caroline these things don’t just happen.”

Caroline smiles up at him “ I love you Elijah.”

Elijah puts his hand over hers “ I love you too Caroline.”

Caroline goes back to Alaric and looks down at the papers she looks up at Stefan then down at the papers then over at the Mikaelsons, Katherine and Enzo. Stefan and his mother are getting impatient “ Caroline sign them.”

Caroline looks up at him “ You don’t want to marry me?”

“ I don’t.”

“ No you don’t I gave my heart away a long time away and I realized I never got it back. You don’t know me you never did you cant even tell when I’m lying and I have been lying not only to you but to myself for seven years.”

Stefan nods. Lily comes up to him “ Really that’s all a nod and let her humiliate you with some story about a old husband.”


Stefan leaves and Lily starts attacking Caroline “ I will not have my son be left at the alter by some back woods trailer trash fly infested gold digger. You go after him bitch.”

Liz come up to defend her daughter “ Now my daughter spoke her peace she doesn’t want to marry your son she’s already in love.”

“ Go back to your double wide and fry something.”

Caroline punches Lily in the face. “ He’s not an old husband he’s my husband and nobody talks to my mom like that.”

Everyone cheers Katherine and Enzo are a little shocked they didn’t know Caroline had it in her but are proud of her.

The rain starts coming down and Caroline turns towards the Mikaelsons. “ Where is he?”

Freya smiles “ Where he always is the place where it all began.”


Caroline finds him putting poles in the sand. “ Hey Love.”

Klaus turns around and is amazed soaked holding her wedding dress and heels so she can run and she still looks beautiful. “ You owe me a dance.”

“ Nice dress where’s your husband?”

“ I’m looking at him. Apparently were still married.”

“ Seriously.”

Caroline smiles at him “ Seriously. Why didn’t you tell me you came to New York with Rebekah and Kol.”

“ I needed to make something of myself.”

“ are you done I’ll wait I’m done running.”

Klaus walks away from her. “You southern girls try all the wrong choices first.”

Caroline follows him “ I fight for what I want.”

Klaus turns back to her “ And what do you want love.”

“ You, your the first boy that I not only kissed but fell in love with and I want you to be the last boy I kiss and my last love.”

Klaus walks away again “Maybe we had our chance already.”

Caroline yells at him “ Fine you stubborn ass be miserable the rest of your life.”

Klaus turns around “ Why would you want to marry me anyway?”

Caroline walks up to him “ So I can kiss you when I want.”

Klaus smiles at her and Caroline leans up and kisses him she puts her arms around his neck and his arms go around her waist and lifts her up.

Elijah’s cop car pulls up and Katherine opens up the passengers side door and yells over to them “ Get in before you two get yourself killed.”

Caroline smiles and looks up at Klaus “ Seems like Elijah fancies my friend Katherine. Elijah better hold on he’s in for a wild ride.”


Everyone is at Freya and Lucien’s bar. Freya and Lucien are bringing out a cake and putting it on the pool table. Kol is looking at the at the cake and something is wrong with it he throws the bride and groom from the top off he puts the two robots from rockin sockin robots on top of the cake he thought it fit the couple more Rebekah and Davina agree with him.

Elijah and Katherine come in “Look who finally made it to their reception Mr. and Mrs. Klaus Mikaelson.”

Klaus comes in carrying Caroline bridal style. They are also handcuffed (Katherine’s idea) Elijah un cuffs them.

Freya and Rebekah yell “Speech.”

Klaus turns towards his wife “ I do believe I owe this beautiful woman a dance.”

Caroline smiles at him and looks over at Kol “ Put on a slow song.”

Kol pushes a couple buttons on the juke box and Sweet Home Alabama starts playing. Klaus takes his wife to the dance floor. He leans down and whispers to her “ I love you.”

Caroline smiles up at him “ I love you too.”

Klaus leans down and kisses her.


Over the next couple of years Klaus moves up to New York with Caroline they have a daughter they named Hope. Katherine is engaged to Elijah.

A (Printer’s) only son, and wealthy: an alternate Enjolras interpretation

A couple nights ago, @robertawickham and I were complaining that Hugo took so much from Charles Jeanne’s story to make his Ideal Barricade Hero (Enjolras) and then class-bent him to be a bourgeois student, instead of the working-class guy  Jeanne actually was. 

And then we realized Hugo doesn’t ..actually say… Enjolras is a STUDENT. Just “an only son and wealthy”.  And he LOOKS like a student (a ‘college escapee’)  but that’s in the same sentence that claims he looks like a pageboy and we’re all pretty sure he’s not that.  And hey, workers can BE wealthy! Class often correlated with income (very often) but it wasn’t dependent on that; it was dependent on what sort of work a person did– manual labor was working-class, intellectual labor was bourgeoisie, to oversimplify a ridiculously complicated social strata.  So after like five minutes of shouting TO HECK WITH YOUR CLASS ISSUES, HUGO, WE’RE TAKING ENJOLRAS BACK FOR THE WORKERS we realized we…needed a plausible profession? 

@amarguerite mentioned that printers could, depending on their job and position, be quite wealthy, and gave us a bunch of wonderful details and info which are included under the cut. And lo, IT IS GOLD.  All of it goes together to make Enjolras being the wealthy  only son of print-shop owning family work SO WELL?!? 

A SMALL  AND  ONLY  PARTIAL list of the ways   that Enjolras being the son of a printshop-owner makes Everything Better and Nothing Worse 

-As a printer Enjolras is a logical point of connection for many interest groups; people need printing done! I cannot even believe how easy this makes plothooks! 

-Also as a printer, Enjolras would be in a position to earn trust very quickly, despite his age and appearance, by printing illicit materials, serving as a message center, and so on. 

-Wealthy or not, he likely wouldn’t have the formal education needed to be student; but he would have access to a lot of books and a professional advantage in learning what he could. This explains his occasional slips with Latin and the like, as well as why he’s apparently managed to get an education that so much inspires his Republican convictions–he chose his own reading material, apart from the standardized curriculum. 

- He WOULD be in a position to have the kind of knowledge we see him display in Enjolras and His Lieutenants–awareness of who’s ramping up their revolutionary discussions, who’s getting cold feet, what the general mood of the radical groups in the city are. He’d know because THEY WOULD TELL HIM, with the kind of work they give him and how often and what the tone of it is. He’s  as close to an internet hub as they’ve got. A GREAT person to help organize your activist group! 

- Printers, whatever their more abstract politics, could hardly help knowing and caring about the various censorship and speech laws, which directly affected their business. A printshop owning family wouldn’t have to totally support Enjolras in his more dramatic views to agree with him taking dramatic action, especially in 1830; but they could still like Louis-Philippe, be more conservative– or very radical! So many options! (more on this under the cut)

- Printshop culture generally leaned heavily on the sort of jokes and teasing and goofing around the Amis are seen to love, and narratively applauded for, at least equally an evolution of working-class culture (which it really should be) as of student culture (which it still would be!)

- but as an expected heir and future manager of the shop he’d still be used to interacting with bourgeois clients and businesses! And probably dress quite well when out of the shop, in a subdued, professional way. 

-Gavroche is mentioned as doing the occasional odd bit of work in a printshop.  If anyone  wants, this gives a really easy hook for Gavroche and Enjolras’ interactions at the barricade. 

- Wait! (I panic.) Isn’t Feuilly the only workingman in this group of students?? **checks**! Wait, no, Hugo doesn’t actually say that! He only says that Feuilly IS a worker.  Enjolras ALSO being a worker takes away nothing from Feuilly; a wealthy shop-owner’s  only child and obvious heir will have dramatically more advantages than  an orphan. But it does acknowledge that the working class wasn’t a homogenous block or single sort of life experience. 

-Enjolras and Feuilly’s relationship is so much more interesting this way?? and it stops Feuilly being the Token Worker in a city full of workers in a worker-led movement.  Seriously, Hugo, screw your class issues so much. 

 -I have an excuse to draw Enjolras in a printer’s apron with his sleeves up. :Like, ALWAYS.   That is SO what I’m doing today. 

Below the cut: Longer discussion and more explanation, and some  Q&A with Amarguerite (shared with permission!)  for the use of anyone else who wants to adopt this headcanon/alternate reading!  (please consider sharing this headcanon it’s so great I am so happy right now)  Warning: VERY LONG. 

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