fitted long sleeve shirts

1. Send thank you notes

2. Practice good posture

3. Speak more softly

4. Listen without interrupting

5. Wear solid colours

6. Ignore fads, or use them sparingly

7. Have a signature wine that you serve at home

8. Wear only 2-3 accessories

9. Have impeccable manners

10. Read on a variety of topics

11. Maintain a budget

12. Study the arts

13. Have one signature perfume/cologne

14. Show restraint in expressing anger

15. Learn the art of conversation

16. Learn French

17. Wear a trench coat

18. Learn how to wear a scarf

19. Wear a tuxedo, when one is called for

20. Practice quality over quantity

21. Don’t yell or scream

22. Learn to dance the waltz

23. Have one fabulous signature meal you serve guests

24. Remember birthdays

25. Go on picnics

26. Wear dresses/suits more often, and on dates

27. Simplify your life, your home and your calendar

28. Wear pearls

29. Men, Open the door for ladies

30. Ladies, et him open the door for you

31. Remember that it’s more important to be kind than it is to be right

32. Serve coffee or tea after meals

33. Arrive exactly on time

34. Don’t complain

35. Dress to travel

36. Be well travelled

37. If you’re a woman, don’t wear black shoes between Memorial Day and Labor Day…wear spectator pumps instead

38. Keep your home clean and uncluttered

39. When guests stay over, put a small pitcher and glass for water on their nightstand, along with a book they might enjoy

40. Learn how to host a small dinner party

41. Have one subdued solid colour scheme throughout your home, use accessories to add colour

42. Learn how to make the perfect martini

43. Learn how to tie both a regular tie and a bow tie (whether you’re a man or a woman)

44. Be a lady or a gentleman at work, especially when delivering a difficult message or when tempers flare

45. Wear lovely/handsome hats

46. Don’t point out the mistakes of others

47. Wait your turn patiently

48. Don’t curse

49. Chew each bite 20 times

50. Sip your drink

51. Learn proper etiquette for all situations

52. Accept compliments graciously

53. Be quietly self confident

54. Don’t boast

55. Be respectful of others

56. Have fresh flowers in your home

57. Write a letter rather than send an email to those you love

58. Keep your nails well manicured

59. Maintain your shoes and clothing

60. Don’t ever lose your joie de vivre

61. Be well groomed

62. Remember that money does not equal elegance, nor is it necessary to be elegant

63. Wear less make-up

64. Wear well-fitting clothes

65. Spray lavender on your sheets

66. Be positive

67. Learn to politely say no

68. Be concerned with making others feel comfortable

69. Maintain good health

70. Don’t overindulge

71. Hold yourself to high standards

72. Turn your mobile off at dinner

73. Wear simple, classic hairstyles

74. Think before you speak or act. Ask yourself, can anything good come from this?

75. Apoligize sincerely

76. Have integrity

77. Don’t speak ill of others, or gossip

78. Always take a gift to your host or hostess

79. Tie a scarf on your handbag

80. Take a clutch in the evening

81. Wear well fitting jeans with either a long sleeve white shirt or solid sweater for more casual events

82. Only wear sneakers for exercise

83. Use white sheets, white towels, white dishes

84. Be sure your clothes are pressed

85. Your car’s horn should say “pardon me, but do you see me?”, rather than “get out of my way!”

86. Overdo empathy

87. Light candles in your home

88. Go for walks in the park on Sunday

89. Give others sincere compliments

90. Understand your own worth

91. Learn how to open a bottle of champagne

92. Dress appropriately for the occasion

93. Do small favours for others, without expecting anything in return

94. Say please and thank you

95. Take the time to stop and listen to others, especially children

96. Take responsibility for yourself and your own happiness

97. Keep a journal

98. Give thoughtful gifts, rather than expensive ones

99. Less is more

100. Savour the moment

—  100 Ways to be Elegant by me (via pearlsandcurlsandpreppygirls)
Sweet Tears Pt.3

Jungkook x Reader { Cat Hybrid Au! } (a)(f)(eventual smut) 

Warnings: Mature themes, Language, Abuse, Violence

Who could have known that taking home a hybrid would change ones whole life? How could y/n have guessed he would affect her so much? All she wants to do is help, but she doesn’t even know if he’ll let her.

Wordcount: 10k+

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Previously: “It does involve me because he’s my hybrid. He may not have a collar yet, but he’s definitely not filth or unwanted. And he doesn’t want, or need, your help. Don’t come near him or I again, or so help me, you won’t be having “fun” anytime soon.” You spat the words out, turning around hand in hand with the hybrid who silently followed behind you.

After taking a few steps, you spun around and spoke one last time, making your presence and voice as dominant and intimidating as you could.

“And that whole talk of bitches and who could get the most, I don’t even wanna hear about it. I mean honestly, you’ve never had anybody come to you except when they’ve been in heat, and even then I bet they still aren’t begging you.” Smirking as you spoke your last comment, you turned around for the last time, making your way back to your apartment, leaving Jaebum and Jackson frozen in the middle of the hall, confused on what just happened.

You went down the hall to your apartment, mumbling in anger to yourself on the way.

“How could they do that to anyone?” Your voice would come out hushed and fast, the thoughts of your mind slipping past your lips every second.

The way that they acted was horrible, and you knew what you saw was just the surface. If they could say all of that in the hallway, a place where people could publicly see and hear them, you could only imagine what they were like behind closed doors. The tone of their voices and the position they put the hybrid in replayed over and over in your head. Each time the memory passed through your mind, you would feel sick. A wave of anger and disgust washing over you, building and building, with no end in sight.

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Got7 Imagine: Jinyoung as University / College Student
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University AU list: Mark | Jaebum | Jackson


  • Second/ Sophomore Year
  • Major in English and Korean Literature, Minor in Film Studies (Considering another minor in Theatre)
  • Outstanding Grades, Straight A Student
  • Best friends with Jaebum from Film Studies and Yugyeom from Department of Theatre and Performance Art
  • Known as the Prince by the females and the savage one by males. Park actor by Jackson Wang
  • How he commutes to campus: The public bus since he lives with his sisters and not at the university/ college dorms
  • Everyday outfit: Styled hair, glasses, some sort of button-up shirt (Mid or long sleeve), fitted pants or jeans, vans and or converse, sometimes leather loafers.
  • Class Schedule: 11am to 7pm classes. He dislikes waking up early but likes to stay late
  • At school a fairly large amount of time because he likes to stay in the quiet library to do his own thing until late times

During Class:

  • Takes his seat at the front of the halls so there are no people blocking his view to the board
  • Has a set of basic colored pens and has a book for notes for every single class. Sticky notes and tabs in his pencil case for extra uses.
  • Takes the cleanest, precise and tidy notes with beautiful penmanship
  • Refuses to take notes on his computer with the reason “We write our exams so I’m better off writing my notes as preparation.”
  • The student that answers difficult question the professor throws to the class
  • Hands in his assignment prior deadline; revises his work and submits an improved version by actual deadline
  • Has a few close friends in class and usually sits with them
  • Has the habit of pushing his glasses with his pen
  • Sits up straight with good posture the entire time
  • Arrives to class early and usually stays behind to organize notes or talks to professors about work

During Breaks:

  • Can be seen around the cafeteria or at the school’s common area with his friends (the rest of got7)
  • Usually, has the house pizza or burger with fries served with water or juice
  • If you don’t see him at the cafeteria he is most likely in the library doing his work. enjoying a good book, or helping out the librarian
  • Sometimes during longer breaks between classes, he’d go out to the nearest CD store to look for music or goes to the cinema to watch a movie, alone
  • Other times he’d be talking to Jaebum about their Film Studies projects
  • But most of the time he’d definitely be messing with Yugyeom (Tom and Jerry Couple)
  • If Yugyeom and Jinyoung are not at the cafeteria, you know they are probably working on some dance for Yugyeom’s theater or performance piece
  • If Jinyoung and Youngjae are both not at the cafeteria, they are also probably in the music rooms composing a piano piece for Youngjae’s classes
  • Very rarely, if he’s stuck on his papers, he’d go look for Mark’s help
  • In extremely rare cases, he’d be napping with Mark under the sunlight by the grass area

During Exam Season:

  • Same as Mark, You will not see this boy anywhere else besides his classes, the library or at his home
  • Since he already has notes written from class, he’d just be reviewing them…… A million times
  • He is more than prepared, but secretly worrying and stressing so SO much
  • Written out a detailed exam study time table and sticks to it by the dot
  • Dresses more comfortably for exams
  • T-shirt, jeans, a jacket and comfortable shoes and leaves his hair down
  • The student that asks for more paper in the exam hall
  • Finishes half an hour before time’s up, checks the paper over and triple checks it again
  • Along the checking his answers, he also calculates his possible scores
  • Leaves the exam hall with his mind in peace, doesn’t think about the exam once it’s over
  • Smiles brightly and kills the female population when he finds out he has aced all his exams

How he handles on-campus admirers:

  • Surprisingly for his image, he handles them pretty mischievously or savagely
  • If his flock of admirers gasp over him nearby the corridor, he’d pull an offended face jokingly and shake his head while continuing his way.
  • If he’s approached with a confession, he’d be very flattered and maybe embarrassed inside; but has a nonchalant expression on display
  • He would decline politely but if the guy or girl persists, be prepared to receive a roast from savage Jinyoung (He gives me the impression that he does not like anyone that won’t take a hint and back off.)

How you meet him:

  • You actually first meet Jinyoung’s voice before you meet him in person
  • You were a theater major and part of the Theater department’s student administration team
  • It was near auditioning season for the Theater department when you were having a huge creative block for your own performance work
  • You were working in one of the drama rooms but drifted off to dreamland midway
  • Not knowing how long you’ve been asleep for, you woke up to an extremely soft and soothing voice
  • “If god told me I had three wishes, I’d tell him…”
  • You realized that whoever is rehearsing must have thought that they were alone as you were asleep and well hidden behind the long curtains in the drama room
  • You peeked out to see a male student sitting by the window, facing away from you
  • Only the light of the moon lit the dark room and gently washed over his figure as he was reciting the lines in the notebook he was holding
  • “First, I’d give you half of my life. Then the remaining other half, to exchange for your happiness.”
  • “Lastly, forget me, and live on.”
  • “Please, shalt not shed tears for when I’m gone.”
  • The modulated, yet silvery voice has struck you deeply.
  • They were simple, yet very cheesy lines. But, the atmosphere became bittersweet from the male’s simple narration.
  • You hid behind the curtain as he sighed and stood up from the chair, proceeding to leave the room
  • You made sure he had left before you gently moved out from behind the curtain and proceeded to leave back to your dorm.
  • For many days, the narrations and the bittersweet feeling lingered in your mind
  • Fast forward to audition day where students are applying to the Theater department
  • Auditioning students were instructed to demonstrate their abilities with a short performance and the theme was “Agape”
  • “Agape”: A universal, unconditional love that transcends, that serves regardless of circumstances
  • You were sitting at the judges’ table, bored out of your mind when the next performer came onto stage
  • Your brows raised as you recognize this performer.
  • He was the popular straight-A student/ campus prince: Park Jinyoung.
  • “Wasn’t he majoring in English? What was he doing here??” You thought
  • You stayed quiet as you signaled for him to begin his audition piece
  • Jinyoung took a deep breath and begun
  • “My dear. You are my soul, filling this empty, eroded shell. Without you, this shell will cease to exist.”
  • “If god told me I had three wishes, I’d tell him…”
  • “I love you, I’m sorry, and I really love you.”
  • “I’d give you half of my life. Then the remaining other half, to exchange for your happiness.
  • “Lastly, please forget me, and live on.”
  • “Please, shalt not shed tears for when I’m gone.”
  • You instantly realize that Jinyoung was the person rehearsing from that night
  • An idea sparked your mind and you stood up from the judges’ area
  • You slowly walked towards Jinyoung, he seemed to be slightly panicking but remained still at the center of stage
  • You stood in front of Jinyoung, and his eyes completely focused on you: searching for answers
  • “My dear. If god told me I had a wish, I’d tell him…”
  • You stopped and smiled at Jinyoung gently
  • “If possible, please take my life in exchange for his.”
  • “Even if he’s an empty, eroded shell, Please don’t take him away. Don’t tear the love of my life, away from me.”
  • “For my tears shall form a new ocean.”
  • Jinyoung’s eyes widened at your improvisation and returned a soft smile
  • Jinyoung took a hold of your hands and gave it a light squeeze
  • “Through thick, and thin.” Jinyoung whispered.
  • “Through thick, and thin.” You replied back.
  • The audition room erupted with applause from both auditioning students and judges
  • You lead Jinyoung and took a bow, before returning back to the judges’ area
  • “Mr. Park. Your short piece was simple yet moving. I’d be honored to represent the Theater Department to warmly welcome you.”
  • You were certain that Jinyoung would be the upcoming, new prodigy of Theater Department
  • “Thank you very much. I am flattered of your high praise.”
  • Jinyoung smiled warmly as he bowed, his eyes never leaving yours
  • And you were also certain that your creative block will soon be resolved

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Coming Up: Youngjae as University/ College Student

If you’re going dressed like that, I’ll have to put you on a leash, so everyone knows you belong to me. // SHAWN MENDES

“Y/N” I hear a voice calling me from downstairs. 

“What” I call back, not moving from where I lay on my queen bed. No response. “WHAT” I call back louder. Still nothing. Huffing I get up dragging my self down the stairs to see what the person wants. 

“Next time just reply,” I mumble to myself. Opening the kitchen door I walk in to come face to face with my boyfriend of 18 months, Shawn.

I squeal running up to him and throwing my arms around his neck pulling him closer. “What are you doing here? You were supposed to be here tomorrow?” I say my face buried in his neck. His familiar cologne filling my senses.

“We got back early from tour and I wanted to see you,” Shawn says holding me just as tightly.

I awe at him. “What did I do to deserve you?” I say pinching his cheek lightly making a slight blush form on his cheeks. He swats my hand playfully.

“Get ready I’m taking you out to La Porchetta,” he says, his hands resting gently on my waist. 

“Shawn do you know how expensive that place is?” I say frowning slightly. I didn’t really like Shawn spending that much on me when I knew he wouldn’t let me pay for anything.

“It’s fine, wear something fancy, I’m going to go change alright Y/N?” Shawn says taking a few steps back.

“Cool,” I say turning around and racing up the stairs. 

“20 minutes” I hear Shawn yell and I chuckle to myself knowing he will be waiting much longer then that.


Putting the finishing touches to my mascara I admire myself in the mirror. After my shower I took my hair out of its braid leaving it in loose, wavy curls. Walking over to my closet I grab the dress that I picked before that I left on the hanger. 

It was a mid thigh baby pink dress that had a high neck line and made my figure look slimmer. It was my favorite dress and I only wore it on special occasions. Just as I finished pulling up the zipper the bedroom door opens and Shawn walks in. 

“Hey” I say walking back over to my bed and putting on my white pumps. Not hearing a response I turn back around to see Shawn staring blatantly at my dress. “Oi my eyes are up here,”

Slowly his eyes drag up to meet mine. Shawn walks over to me, wrapping one arm around my waist pulling me flush against his body. He looked amazing to say the least. His black tight jeans fitted nicely and the black long sleeved collared shirt complemented his hair perfectly. He didn’t even have to try.

“You look good,” I say pressing my lips gently against his. 

“Hmm so do you,” he says against my mouth and I cant help but smile pulling away. “But if you’re going dressed like that, I’ll have to put you on a leash, so everyone knows you belong to me.” his pupils expanding as he speaks so that his eyes look almost completely black.

“I don’t think so baby,” I laugh patting his chest lightly. “Now lets go eat,” I grab my bag and make for the stairs.

“On second thought maybe we could just stay home,” Shawn says pulling me back to him.

“I would,” I say kissing him again quickly, “But I want some pasta,” Shawn groans before following me.

“Stupid pasta,”

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Different (Bad Boy Jungkook Au): Part 5

A/N: took me a life time but I finally know where I’m going with this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you for waiting a million years for me to update this but now that I know where I’m going with it it should only take half a million years for me to update! Anyways I hope those of you who pushed me to continue this like it! I’m starting to finally like it too :)

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Originally posted by hoebi

Looking up, he smiled at you with his usual cheerful grin. Smiling back, you walked closer to him and felt weird seeing him out of his uniform. He looked like a completely different person with his slightly parted on the side just enough to see more of his face. His jeans fit him perfectly and his long sleeved shirt seemed so casual for someone with such a high status.

“I was walking around and noticed your car. Well, I wasn’t sure if it was yours but now I am,” he chuckled as he stood up off of the hood. “Are you here alone?” he asked you curiously.

Opening your mouth to answer him, you remembered what Jungkook had told you about Taehyung. For some reason you heeded his warning and decided to nod to Tae. “I was bored at home and came out to get some lunch.”

“Oh! So was I. I’m guessing you ate already,” he smiled at you.

“Uh… yeah!” you lied, trying not to make it too obvious. “I’ve gotta get going but it was nice seeing you!” you told him, trying to step around him.

“Wait! We should hang out sometime. Are you free later?” he asked you, blocking your path to your car.

Feeling like you couldn’t lie anymore, you sighed. “Yeah. I am. Just text me,” you said hoping he’d be satisfied with your answer.

“Awesome! I’ll see you later,” he spoke cheerily. Letting you pass finally, you got into your car. He walked away after waving goodbye and you couldn’t help but wonder why Jungkook would think Taehyung was so bad. He seemed like nothing but sweet to you.

Waiting until he was out of sight, you started your car and went to go pick Jungkook up. Driving around the block, you saw him sitting with his head laid back. He had his eyes closed but he still looked like he was in pain. Driving up to the side of the curb, you jumped out of your car to help get Jungkook into the passenger’s seat.

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Kara munched on her fourth bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch as she waited. Lena was taking more time to get ready than she did; she was limited by human speeds and Kara was not. Frequently, Kara would speed through her morning routine, then find herself with plenty of time to eat. Eating was one thing she never sped through, she liked to revel in every last moment of enjoying her food. And this morning was no different in that respect. However, this was the first morning in a long time that Kara had company in the morning. Lena had stayed the night last night.

Kara put her rinsed out bowl in the dishwasher as she decided a muffin would hit the spot and round out her breakfast. She turned around to grab one when she saw Lena walking out of her bedroom. She was fresh out of the shower, with damp hair and face scrubbed clean of makeup. She was also wearing Kara’s clothes; black yoga pants with a pair of striped socks and a relaxed fit, navy blue tee shirt. The sleeves were a bit long, and they came down to Lena’s knuckles.

Kara was just a little bit awed by the sight of Lena in her clothes, in her apartment, and more than anything by how little she seemed without her four inch stilettos. Lena noticed Kara’s stare immediately, and became uneasy. She tucked some of her wet hair behind her ears and said, “I’m sorry, um, my clothes from last night, well you were a little enthusiastic in getting them off of me, and they’re pretty much destroyed. I should have asked before I borrowed yours though.” She then looked to her feet and added, “I guess I should have asked before staying the whole night too. I should just go.”

“Wait, no, please don’t go.” Kara said as she stepped closer to Lena, who looked up at her words with a hopeful smile. “I like that you’re wearing my clothes, that you’re here. And I definitely like that you stayed. I was looking at you like that because I like those things so much.” She placed a chaste kiss to Lena’s lips, whose smile grew even brighter as she wrapped her arms around Kara’s neck. Kara’s own smile was dopey when she said, “Also because I never realized how short you are.”

“What?” Lena said, bemused and slightly offended. “I’m 5’6”, I’m not short.”

“Well I’m 5’8”, so you’re shorter.” Kara said, and Lena rolled her eyes.

“Are you going to tease me all morning?” Lena said with a slight pout.

“No.” Kara said simply, and placed another kiss on Lena’s lips. “I think it’s cute. Besides, trust me, you’re not as short as my sister’s girlfriend.”

Chapter Five

Player: Tyler Seguin – Dallas Stars

Prompt: The highly requested next chapter of Give Us a Chance. 

 Mentions: Jamie & Jordie Benn        

 Warnings: Angst & Cuss Words

 Preview: You studied his body language and the way he walked into the backyard. Even from this far, you knew you were watching a broken man.

 Characters: 2016 words.

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Originally posted by quaiders--mullet

You had been hiding out all day. Ever since Candace’s warning yesterday you found yourself on edge even in the safety of your own home. You tossed and turned all night, hardly getting a wink of sleep. You were currently standing in the kitchen absentmindedly washing dishes from lunch when a noise outside caught your attention. You picked up your eyes from the sink to look out the bay window.

And there was the Seguin family sitting on the back porch as the dogs ran around chasing a football. What you didn’t expect was seeing the Benn brothers throwing said football back and forth a heated game of monkey in the middle occurring.

 In this moment you realized you had missed them. Being best friends with Tyler, came being close with the pair and you hadn’t realized how much you missed them being in your life. You sighed.

 You continued to scan the backyard, looking for him. You didn’t see him, something inside you was sad that you didn’t. You didn’t know why; Tyler broke you. You took a deep breath and were about to turn around when their sliding glass door opened and there he was.

 You studied his body language and the way he walked into the backyard. Even from this far, you knew you were watching a broken man. The sparkling brown eyes you fell for years ago were dull and the smile that used to make the butterflies in your stomach flutter was gone with no trace of it ever being there in the first place.

 Once again, you felt sadness run through your veins. You wanted to pretend it was because you were looking at the man that broke your heart but you couldn’t even lie to yourself. You were just as devastated to see Tyler in the state he was in, and that broke your heart even more.

 “What you looking at Y/N?” Your brother asked quickly pulling you from your thoughts.

 “Nothing, it’s nothing.” You wiped the last of the dishes and stepped away from the sink just as your brother saw what was keeping your attention.

 He smirked as you tried to leave the kitchen. “Y/N, can you take this out to the boat, I forgot to put it back this morning.”

You knew exactly what he was doing and you weren’t amused. You knew he wasn’t going to give up on the situation so you snatched the bag from his hand and headed towards the back door. 

You stood in the front of the big glass door for a moment. You looked down at yourself examining what you were wearing. You were barefoot, your hair in a messy bun, wearing a pair of black leggings and an oversized long sleeve Dallas shirt. How fitting you thought to yourself. You hadn’t even realized the shirt but being that it was one of the last clean shirts you owned you had no choice but to slip it on this morning.

You placed your hand on the handle of the door, and suddenly it felt as if the door weighed a couple tons. You closed your eyes, took a deep breath and stepped outside.

 You had hoped you would make it to the dock and back without anyone noticing. Marshall and Cash had other ideas.

Tyler’s POV

 I walked outside to sit with my family. They had hoped a trip to the lake house would ease my mind. I had just played one of the shitiest seasons of my career, but could you blame me? I lost the love of my life and my best friend over a stupid mistake.

Y/N had ignored every way I tried to get in contact with her. I had lost her and I didn’t know how to get her back. I contemplated flying out to her but every time someone convinced me out of it. They would tell me to give it time or to give her space, but it was killing me.

 My family suggested coming out to the lake house to clear my head and maybe figure out what I was going to do. Jamie and Jordie offered to tag along. They were both concerned all season, and to be honest I think they wanted Y/N back in our lives as well.

 I sat down on the deck and looked towards the lake house her family owned across the yard. A light was on, and I felt my heart flutter. Was her family here? Was she here? Why didn’t my family tell me?

 I stood up and Candace seemed to read my mind.

 “Sit down Tyler.” She commanded placing a hand on my arm.

 I looked at her questioning what she knew without uttering a word.

 “Yes Ty, She’s here but you have to let her come to you.” She sighed looking down. “I saw her yesterday and she wasn’t the Y/N we all know and love. When she saw Marshall, I swore she was going to faint. I warned her you were coming and I could almost see all the color fall from her face. She looks like she hasn’t been doing much better than you.”

 My mom then joined the conversation. “I agree with your sister sweetheart. You need to let her come to you.”

 “But what if she doesn’t mom,” I questioned

 “She will Hun, just have faith.”

 Suddenly Marshall and Cash were running for the opposite end of the yard. And there she was. I watched as she froze when the dogs ran up to her. She slowly bent down to pet them both. When she finally looked up, I felt as if I had been hit by a truck.

 The beautiful eyes I fell for were sunken in, and I could almost see where the tear streaks looked as if they were permanently etched in her skin. She looked as if she lost weight and could barely stand on her feet. I wanted so badly to run to her, pick her up in my arms and tell her everything was going to be okay. But I couldn’t. I was the one who did this to her, and it was more than I could bare.

 You froze as the two dogs began to lick your bare feet. You slowly bent down to pet them, offering them both a quick hello and pets. You looked up, frightened to see what was happening in front of you.

 All eyes were on you, passing you sympathetic smiles. Your eyes finally met Tyler’s and you swore you stopped breathing. He was just as still as you were. He looked as if he was taking you in, the sadness overcoming him as he turned and went back in the house.

 You offered everyone else a fake smile and continued down to the dock. You collapsed on the dock as soon as you knew you were out of sight. You were sobbing before you knew it. It had been over six months but it felt just as fresh as when it happened. You didn’t know how long you had been laying there, but before you knew it the sun was setting.

 You collected yourself and moved to the edge of the dock. You sat there admiring the sunset when you heard footsteps. You assumed it was your brother coming down to find you but when you turned around you almost fell into the lake.

 Tyler was just steps away from you now, his eyes were red-rimmed and you knew he had been crying.

 “Can we talk, just please.” He begged you, his voice cracking.

 Your heart ached for him. Even after everything he was still Tyler. You nodded, bringing your eyes back to the water. You swayed your feet watching the ripples as you felt the wood shift. You watched as two feet swayed mere feet away from yours. You sat in silence that felt so deafening you could hardly stand it but you couldn’t bring yourself to be the first to break it.

 Finally, Tyler did.

 “Listen Y/N, I know I messed up. I should have reacted better when that girl kissed me and if I could go back I would. There isn’t a day that I don’t regret it. It cost me you, and that’s something I can’t replace. I’m not going to sit here and beg you for your forgiveness or make excuses. I was wrong and I know it. Everyone told me I need to wait it out and let you come to me but after seeing you today, I couldn’t wait any longer. I’m not here to ask for you back or for you to talk to me, even though it is all I want in the world. I came down here to get you to promise me to take care of yourself. I know everyone is worried about you. You aren’t the Y/N I know and love. Your eyes are missing that shimmer it has when you talk about something you care about or your laughing at something that isn’t as remotely funny as you think it is. Your smile isn’t real, and your real one is one of the prettiest things about you. Your smile could move mountains. It makes anyone feel like they are the luckiest human being on the planet to witness anything like it. The world needs your smile. And I know you’re not eating. You have to promise me you’ll take care of yourself, please at least that. I can’t handle the thought of me being the reason this world is deprived of someone like you.”

 You were speechless. You could feel the salty tears burning your eyelid. You sat in silence for a few more moments before you felt the dock shift once more.

 “Just please, take care of yourself” Tyler repeated once more as he turned to walk back up the dock.

 “I don’t know how to be her without you.” You said suddenly causing Tyler to turn around.

 You looked up at him, allowing the tears to flow down your cheeks. “I don’t know how to be that girl without you. I don’t know how to live without you. I can’t remember life without you. And these months have been a living hell. I miss you as much as I don’t want to. I hate that I can’t be myself without you.” You found a sudden strength to stand and face him.

 I hate that you broke my heart, I hate that I lay in bed and watch every video on my phone of you, torturing myself. I hate that you can do this to me. I hate that you took a piece of me.” With each statement, you pounded into his chest. Tyler took each hit until finally, he grabbed your wrists as you broke down into sobs. “I hate that I don’t hate you in the least Tyler.”

 He allowed you to sob into him, lowering you both down until you were sitting on the dock.

You allowed yourself to sob into his arms for what seemed like forever. Finally, you glanced up at him, noticing his own tear streaks.

 “What are we doing Tyler?” You asked with a sigh standing up.

 “I don’t know Y/N.”

 You wiped your tears as he stood himself waiting for you to speak.

 You gulped, closing your eyes. “I know that I’m not completely okay with what you did but I also know that I can’t just keep pretending that you aren’t just a house away. I’m ready to forgive you but forgetting is a harder a fight. I just need more time.”

 “What does that mean?”

 “Friends?” you reached out your hand.

 He looked at you curiously. “Friends.”

 You shook hands and wiped yourself off.

 “Friends” you repeated as you made your way up the dock.

 You swore you heard him mumble, “For Now.”

the spark of a first encounter (pietro x reader)

my first post.. to a non-existing audience. maybe one day someone will actually read this lmao. okie dokie then, let’s get started. Description: you are the newbie at the tower and this is your first encounter with Pietro. And you begin to feel something inside of you that you realize are more than friendly feeling - You just moved into the avengers tower about a week ago, and you were still trying to adjust and find your way around the massive building. so far, you’ve met everyone besides this one guy. everything was so overwhelming to you and the person you instantly clicked with was Wanda. she was soft spoken, sweet, and had the coolest accent. “F/N, how are you liking being an avenger so far?” Wanda asked with a hopeful smile drawn across her face. “I can’t describe it. It’s this most amazing feeling that I get to help people, but I admit it’s still overwhelming.” you replied while playing with your thumbs and staring out the window at the skyline. “I felt the same way. you will be used to it in no time. so what is your power? that is if you do not mind me asking..” Wanda looked around the room, avoiding eye contact with you. You pondered whether you should tell her or not, not many people knew. “Uhm, well.. you see..” you stammered with your words, trying to find the right ones. “I can manipulate forces of nature. So basically, I can do whatever I want with the weather, play with the elements, and cause natural phenomenons.” There was a reason why you didn’t tell people. You had caused a tsunami when you were 7 on accident when your parents were brutally killed in front of your eyes. “What!? F/N!? That’s so cool!” Wanda had wide eyes and her voice carried across the echoing floor. You have her a shy smile, hoping she wouldn’t push it any further. Suddenly, a streak and white and blue flew past you in a whirlwind that messed up you H/C hair as well as Wanda’s. A stack of mission files that had been sitting on the counter next to you scattered all over the floor. You were dumbfounded as to what had happened, wondering who that was. Whoever it was, you found that they smelled of fresh linen and the nicest cologne that made you feel all tingly inside. “Pietro! I swear.. am de gând să te omor! Am fost în mijlocul unei conversații minunate pe care…” The outburst from Wanda startled you, but then you realized, “Wanda, who’s Pietro? And what just happened?” You looked around at the scattered files, then looked up to her with wide eyes. Rolling her eyes she growled, “Pietro is my brother. My twin brother. He can-” before she could finish another streak of blue and white stopped in front of you and the smell of the beautiful cologne filled your lungs. There was a silence between the three of you. “Well, Wanda, are you not going to introduce me?” There was a gorgeous man standing in front of you. He had dark brown roots while the rest of his hair was bleach blonde, right to the tips. He was wearing a fitted, gray long sleeved shirt that showed off his toned arms and his six pack. So this was Pietro. He had icy blue eyes that you couldn’t draw yourself to look away from. He flashed you a gorgeous smile. You quickly looked away, blushing. “Pietro, this is F/N. She has just joined the team.” She proceeded to punch him in the arm cursing him in a harsher whisper in their native tongue for scattering the files. He payed no attention and just kept looking at you. He was taking in every inch of your beauty. When you first looked into his eyes, he found that you E/C ones said something that only he could hear. He wanted to know more about you. The way your H/C waves cascaded over your shoulders and down your back made his heart swell. When he realized he had been staring, he took your hand and kissed it, “este atât de frumos să te întâlnesc frumos. And to finish my sister’s sentence, I can run faster than the speed of sound.. if you were wondering.” With Pietro standing next to you, you felt this invisible pull that wanted to bring you to him. You wanted to know him. He was mysterious. When he took your hand and kissed it, saying such lovely words you couldn’t understand, it made you go weak. His accent was so seductive and his lips so soft, you were internally screaming with giddiness and you felt this fire in your heart. You liked him. You liked him a lot. “It’s nice to meet you Pietro.” A blush started to rise onto your cheeks and you smiled. “I am sorry about the papers, i will pick those up once I get myself to stop staring into your beautiful eyes,” replied Pietro who fashioned a goofy grin across his face. You blushed harder. You forgot Wanda was still there are smiled at her, shyly. “Well, I am going to find Vision. I have not seen him in a few hours and it is beginning to worry me. Who knows what he could be doing right now.” Wanda got up and walked down the hall to look for her red and caped companion. You got down on the floor with Pietro and began to sort through the papers, trying to figure out which one went to which file. You both worked in silence, but you both were catching glances at each other, admiring every curve and parts of your beautiful bodies. Both of you weren’t paying attention and your fingers landed on the same paper. Neither of you moved, and you slowly looked up at him, gracing a smile with your dimples that he newly found adorable. He smiled at the ground and chuckled, then turning his full attention to you. “F/N, I know we have just met, but there is something about you that I just cannot resist. Would you do me the honor of taking you out on a date?” He smiled at you, his eyes hopeful. You saw his scruff and it made you even more drawn to him. His accent was thick and sexy. You thought to yourself, “these aren’t friendly feelings. Nobody thinks that a friend has a sexy accent or wishes that their body was pressed against yours.” You smiled up and him and replied, “why I’d love to.. Speedy.” His smile got even bigger and he reached a hand out to you to help you stand up. The soft touch of his hand holding yours made the fire inside you burn brighter. You could tell he was a charmer, he was smooth. The next thing he did after helping you up was instantly intertwining his hand into yours. “Hm, you’re smooth.” You gave him a devious look and he returned it with a seductive one. “Oh I can be even smoother dragoste.” He flashed you a smile and with his super speed, suddenly his arm was around your waist. You laughed, he thought it was so beautiful. He suddenly saw you in his whole future. That’s all he wanted now, you. And only you. You two walked away, laughing, his arm still around you. “I could get used to this,” you thought, “I feel like I’ve known him forever and it’s only been about 15 minutes. I don’t want to just be friends with him. I want all of him, always.” Neither of you realized that the other one was thinking besides Wanda, who was hiding around the corner with Vision by her side. She was reading both of your minds, a huge smile plastered on her face. Her brother found his one and only and her new best friend found her’s as well. She squealed, “I could not be happier at this very moment.” She looked at Vision. “They look like they could be very happy together.” He was calculating the probability in his head. Wanda took one more look down the hall and saw you two smiling at each other. “They’ll take care of each other. I know it.” - - TA DAAAAA. my first fan fiction piece. Wow that felt good to write that. Finally I get to put my imagination on paper. Will anyone see this? Maybe. Will I keep writing regardless? Yes. Part 2???

Originally posted by looking-over-my-shoulder

Forgive Me - Part 8

Summery: The reader is forced to work at Hydra on the Winter Soldier Program. What happens when she gets out?

Triggers: mentions of previous torture, cheese, alcohol (idk anymore), tiny bit of angst

Word Count: 2000+

A/N: I’m sorry, I didn’t proof read it. It’s late and I wanted this out asap. 

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Originally posted by captaincentenarian

“But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you. Not even close. Not even a little bit. Not even at all”

‘Hey Y/N!’

‘Shush!’ Bucky and you were the only ones left in the tower since everyone was getting briefed for mission. It was a big deal so would take the best part of a day. Utilising the almost empty place you had put “10 Things I Hate About You” on the biggest screen in the tower, mainly to admire Heath Ledger. ‘Sit’ you patted the seat next to you.

You had only just realised how tense you were, your knees as close to your chest as possible. Cushion tucked under your arms.

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Magnetic Chapter 7: Hunting Together

Dean Winchester

1200 Words

Chapter Summary: After a drive that went surprisingly well, you and Dean get ready to start up the hunt. 

Story Summary:  After your Dad was killed, you were shocked to learn all about his hidden life. Deciding to follow in his footsteps, you turn to a life of hunting, surprised at how well you adapted. Then comes along Sam and Dean Winchester, turning your life upside down. You and Dean don’t get along at first, but then things soon start to change.

Catch Up Here: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Author’s Notes: As always, thank you so much for checking out my story!! I’m always interested in hearing comments and suggestions.

The rest of the road trip went by smoothly, with only a couple of colorful comments exchanged between you and Dean. Even you were surprised at how smoothly it went. How you and Dean ended up singing along to most of the songs on his cassette’s, and how surprised Sam seemed to be when the two of you hadn’t killed each other by the time you were pulling in to the small town in Colorado.

When you weren’t singing along with Dean, you enjoyed the scenery outside your window. Only driving through the state a handful of times, you had always thought it could be a place to settle down in. This town was located high in the mountains,  big pine trees crowding the side of the road, blocking your view of anything else. Aspen trees interspersed with the pine trees were beginning to turn a brilliant shade of yellow, with the oak brush below  turning a vibrant shade of red. Feeling the air grow cooler outside, you were grateful you had packed your heavier wear. Old, one story clapboard houses lined the streets, and if you blinked you would have missed main street, with his handful of small, colorful buildings. “This is a college town?” You asked, amazed that this small and quaint town could support college life.

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Miraculous Ladybug Bodysuit Tutorial - Part 1:Cutting The Big Pieces!

Hello ML fans! I hope you day/night is going well! While I was just beginning to cut my fabric I thought,”There’s not many ladybug cosplay tutorials!” So I decided to make my own! I’ve been working very hard on this cosplay, and I wanna help out by making my very first cosplay tutorial! :D This will be broken up in parts because I wanted to get into as much detail as I could. So bare with me while we go through this! Plus at a fairly cheaper price than buying one offline! Cation: this project will take a few hours and even a day if you’re doing it on a day you are busy. So I suggest doing the on the weekend(when I saw weekend I mean Friday or Saturday if you are in some time of school) and it would take even longer if  you did it ALL by hand. Enough chit-chat, kittens and buggys, lets begin!  Tutorial under the cut! THIS IS VERY PICTURE HEAVY

Materials you will need for all parts of this tutorial:

-2 yards of red fabric-Stretchy (I got mine at Walmart for around $12)
-1 yard of black fabric (or less if you don’t want too many black dots) (I got mine at Walmart for around $5-6)
-Red/Black string
-A black sharpie/marker
-Sewing machine(mostly for part 1)
-Stretchy shirt,pants,and socks
-Chalk&Something to make circles
-Optional: Black fabric paint(Just be careful with how many layers you put)
-Some Miraculous Ladybug episodes to get your ML fuel going!

(Excuse the mess)

Step 1: Fold the red fabric vertically in half. Find some clothes with stretchy material, what would help the most is a long sleeved shirt and long pants-they should both fit you well, you want this suit to be as close as possible, I also recommend getting a shirt with a turtleneck-and place it on the fabric. 

Now trace them together along the edges, make sure to fold the sleeves, like the picture above, we’ll worry about those later! Also make sure you have room for the neck part, and tada! Please ignore/DON’T do the feet part you’re about to see, I have a better way to go about that!

Now its time to cut it out! This is what it should look like once you have.

Now as you see, I’ve pinned it down for when I sew it, which will be in another part. Now Onto the sleeves!

What you want to do is trace the sleeve, make sure to get the curve too like you’re making a shirt! 

Now cut that part out and use it to trace another folded piece of the fabric, and pin that down on that fabric.

Pin that arm as well and ayyyeee, you cut out the biggest part of this cosplay! Now for the small stuff in Part 2! Part 3 | Part 4+


Summary: Louise drags Dan out for a night of forced fun, just to get him out of his books and maybe into a cute stranger’s pants for the night…

or, the one where phil’s much older than university-age dan, there’s a height difference, and then they fuck

a/n: it has been forever and a fucking day and i’m s o r r y that all i have is porn i have a plot piece in the works i promise

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the fire enigma;

member- jungkook

genre- idk halloween!!, au

words- 1,073

summary- all you needed was a birthday present for your brother but you somehow end up getting a lot more than that. demon!jungkook

a/n- happy halloween! please enjoy demon!jungkook for your holiday!

Originally posted by jjungkook

The first word that popped into your head when your mother said you had to pick up a gift for your little brother’s birthday was boring. But as soon as you stepped into the Strange Magic store to buy some type of slime kit that he wanted, you knew you were dead wrong. 

The walls were dark purple and the ceiling and floor was dark black. Creepy looking jars full of what seemed to be animal parts lined the shelves, along with bottle of “potions” with labels like “Underworld Mix- Drink at Own Risk!” and “Unicorn Breath- Healing and Effective!” There was even a huge dog sitting by the door, like a guard. Only he didn’t make a move when people made their way into the store. 

But the least boring part had to be the boy behind the counter. He was tall and dark, that’s for sure. He was dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans with a black studded belt making them cling to his hips. He wore clunky, black combat boots and even a black long sleeve shirt that fit him nicely. Heck, his hair was black. Everything about this boy was black and mysterious. 

You kept glancing at him out of the corner of your eye as you searched for the slime kit that your little brother so desperately wanted. You silently thanked him for being so demanding, because now you were the only one in a store with a super cute check out boy. 

“Need any help, miss?“ 

You whipped around and nearly collided with a body. But not just any body. This was the boy, who had somehow made his way over here noiselessly in the matter of seconds. You gave him a once-over before running a hand through your hair and sighing. 

"My brother…it’s his birthday, and he really wants this slime kit. My mom said it was here but I can’t find it,” you admitted. Although you’d love to hang around the store “looking” for the slime all day, you had to be back in time for his party. 

“Ahh, I think I know what you’re talking about. I’m pretty sure we keep it in the back. Wanna come with me and pick out the one you want?” he offers and your heart flutters a little. Walk back there alone with this boy? Your brain was telling you not to, but your heart was currently ignoring your brain. It’s not like he was going to murder you in the middle of a store. 

You followed him behind the counter and into a short hallway with only a few doors. He went to the second one of the right and all you could see was boxes of stuff on shelves stacked to the ceiling. 

You both jumped a little when you heard the bell that signaled another customer had come in. The boy quickly led you to a stack of boxes and pointed at the one almost at the bottom. 

“That one had all the different kinds of slime makers. Grab whichever one you want and meet me back out there. My name is Jungkook, by the way,” he said in a rush, ending his orders in a wink. You felt heat bloom on your cheeks and you mentally cursed for being so obvious. 

“I’m Y/N,” you called out as he left. He only gave you a thumbs up to acknowledge you, but it didn’t matter. That cute boy paid attention to you. 

You began mumbling to yourself as you moved boxes back and forth to try and reach the one that held the beloved slime making kit. It took at least five minutes to get to the treasure, and by then you felt a bead of sweat on your brow. 

“Geez, I need to work out more,” you huffed and wiped it away. 

“No you don’t,” a voice said and you looked over at the door to see nobody standing there. You raised an eyebrow and instantly felt a little nervous. Was that your mind playing tricks?

“It wasn’t your mind, sweetheart,” the voice said again, and suddenly the lights were out. You nearly screamed, but a hand enclosed over your mouth. Terror shot through your veins and you tried to fight the intruder, but they didn’t budge. How did they know what you were thinking? You knew  you didn’t say that out loud. 

There was a dark chuckle. “I heard you thinking about me in the store earlier. It’s nice to know I have some secret admirers." 

Was this Jungkook?  Why was he doing this? And how the hell could he read your mind? 

You felt a hand turn you around to face what you once thought was a cute boy. He was now creepy as ever, with black eyes and a menacing smile that made you shiver. 

"Now, don’t scream, or I’ll have to use other…repercussions.” He then withdrew his hand and you couldn’t help but clench your jaw and glare at him the best you could in this darkness. 

“What do you want.” You voice shook. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” His was steady. 

It seemed like an endless silence as he stared at you with his chilling eyes before he did something unexpected. He grabbed your chin a bit roughly and pressed his hot lips to yours. You didn’t expect them to be so hot. 

The kiss felt like you were playing with fire, but it also felt like a piece of you was leaving your body. It was the most confusing and alluring feelings you had ever had before and you craved more. He deepened the kiss a little bit by grabbing both cheeks and pushed himself closer. Suddenly, the electrifying kissing was painful as it felt like he was tearing you from the inside out. You wanted to scream, to cry out, as the pain got worse, and worse…


You instantly looked at your surroundings. You were outside the Strange Magic store with a gift bag in your hand. You peeked inside the window out of curiosity and saw that there was no cute boy behind the register and no guard dog by the door anymore. Instead, an older lady sat behind the counter with a magazine and a bird squawked from a corner of the store. Your hands shook as you stepped away slowly. Tentatively, you reached up to touch your lips.

They were on fire.

Dress to Impress

In response to the Autumn/Halloween prompts going around. I’ve seen several mentioning Halloween costumes and your OTP dressing as their OTP. This is my Clint/Coulson effort. 


Clint had worked hard on his costume. He’d tracked down (and paid a small fortune for) an authentic uniform. He’d snuck off to an anonymous tailor on the other side of the city, to make sure it fit right and showed off everything he wanted it to show off. He’d scrolled through countless websites, checking details and reading how-to guides. He’d even bitten the bullet and created an account on a website so he could ask a cosplayer where she’d gotten her patches. That had led him to Etsy, and another account as well as a P.O. Box, both in an alias no one would ever be able to connect to him.

The sewing had been easy, a skill learned long ago in dusty tents and caravans. Then it had been a matter of tricking and charming his way into SHIELD’s weapons stores for his prop, lacing up a battered pair of combat boots, and wrangling his newly darkened and grown-out hair into a classic pretty boy style he’d normally never consider. Even the dog tags around his neck were in character.

Barnes, James Buchanan.


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anonymous asked:

it feels great...until you hit your head against short ceilings. and feel the leaves in plants hit your head in the streets. or the fact that shoes with your size are difficult to find...


Honestly yeah. Or like, all jeans being just a smidge too short in the ankle or long-sleeved shirts never fitting right because of GANGLY LONG arms…

I feel ur pain.

Company (Minseok x OC)

Description: Choi SooRi is a lonely teacher and Minseok is an escort. What happens when SooRi starts looking for some company?

Genre: Smut/AU

A/N: I wrote this decades ago omg. And since obviously I do it for Kim Minseok, I have to post some smut with him in it. Two updates in one day because your girl got her refund check today.

SooRi was tired of herself. She really was, no joke. How many times had she opened and closed the same tab in the last twenty minutes?

This was stupid.

She sipped her wine hastily and re-opened the tab she had just closed, “I need to do this for my own sanity.”

She looked at the fancy layout of the website and read the title in a breathy exhale: “Company? How cheesy.”

Her half-assed insult held no malice as she scrolled through what seemed like pages and pages filled with pictures of dashing men, names, ages and specialties in their description boxes.

‘What the fuck am I getting into?’

After an hour and fifteen minutes, the men’s faces were beginning to mesh together and she was getting a bit overwhelmed. It might not have been the smartest decision, but she closed her eyes and clicked her mouse blindly, hoping in her tipsy, sangria hazed mind that she had hit a picture and not the exit icon. She heard a slight chime and cracked an eye open to see a man’s smirking face on her screen. He looked young, however his bio let her know that he was actually two years older than her.

Kim Minseok


Height: 170 cm

Body Type: Athletic

Specialty: Whatever you like.

“Whatever I like, huh?”

SooRi balked after realizing a request for his services had sent the moment she clicked his picture. She stood from her desk and paced as realization crashed over her like a wave; there was no turning back now. She froze as her laptop ‘dinged,’ the telltale sign that she had an email. Her eyes skimmed the page quickly. Fear, apprehension, yet growing excitement grew inside of her.

From: Kim Minseok

To: Choi SooRi

Monday, 10:58 PM

Hello, Ms. Choi,

I’ve received your message and I’d be happy to discuss whatever you have in mind over dinner Wednesday evening around 8:30.

I’ll have reservations for dinner ready so please meet me at Vapiano in downtown Seoul. I’ll have directions attached to this email. I look forward to meeting you.


SooRi read over the email another three times before rushing to her closet. Vapiano was a very nice, very expensive Italian restaurant downtown. So this guy obviously had money and class. She picked out a sexy, yet classy black dress that she had bought on a whim with a good paycheck and sleek heels. She put them on a chair and looked at the outfit as her nerves crept over her. He seemed so put together and polite. How was he an escort? Would he really fulfill her wishes? She sighed and settled into bed.

Guess she’d find out Wednesday.

And come 8:45 p.m. on Wednesday night, SooRi ran into the restaurant like her ass was on fire, giving her name to the startled receptionist. She took a second to catch her breath and fix her hair before sauntering as gracefully as she could to where her potential escort sat. He was better than his picture; his hair was a nice dark brown shade, cut short and styled to show off his face. In his picture, his cheeks were rounder, but it appeared that he had lost a bit of weight, face slim and chiseled. He wore a simple white button up and black slacks. A few of the buttons of his shirt were undone and she noticed the firm olive skin that peeked through. He smiled at her and gestured her over with a nod of his head.

“Ms. Choi.”

He stood and took her hand in his, kissing the back of her hand. Her eyes widened as he pulled out her chair for her and took his seat across from her. She looked away as his eyes raked lazily down her body, not at all ashamed that he looked at her so obviously.

So ravenously.

“You’re quite beautiful and younger than I was expecting. It’s been a while since I had a customer so close to my age.”

SooRi opened her mouth to respond but their waiter took that moment to make his appearance, stuttering as he took SooRi’s outfit in. She pulled the hem of the dress down a bit, trying to cover her thighs. May be this dress should have stayed at the back of her closet.

She ordered a simple plate of baked ziti, her appetite catching up to her after not eating all day. Minseok smirked and leaned forward on his elbows.

“So, what’s a young woman like you doing hiring an escort, hm?”

SooRi choked a bit on her wine. He didn’t even bother getting to know her. But she quickly shooed the idea away because technically this was more of a business meeting. Not a date.

“Um, well, I want more in my life. Sex…life I guess.”

Minseok’s eyes tinted with mischief and pure sexiness before he moaned deep in his throat, “Go on.”

“I-I,” she paused and looked around the restaurant, suddenly feeling very paranoid. Why was she even doing this?


“Rougher. I want it rougher.”

Minseok chuckled and took a sip of his wine, “Rougher? How rough are we talking here?”

“Rougher than average sex? I don’t know-”

“Oh, I think you do know. You know exactly what you want, I can see it in your eyes.” He leaned back in his seat a bit, dark eyes trained on her nervous face. “No judgement here, just tell me what I can do for you.”

SooRi gulps down some of her wine, swallowing hard before focusing her gaze on the table.

“I kind of want it to hurt. Not too bad, but I want to still feel it even after it’s happened. I want bruises, bite marks, fingerprints, everything. Not full out BDSM, just rough…”

SooRi lifted her head and locked eyes with Minseok, who was looking at her calmly, though she couldn’t hear how his heartbeat picked up rapidly and how his pupils were a bit dilated.

Wasn’t this just interesting? Most interesting indeed.

“I believe I can do that for you,” he damn near purred seductively.

SooRi looked up at him, relief washing over her face, though there was still lingering worry. Minseok picked up on her mood immediately.

“How about this, we do this and if you don’t like it, or I go too far, you don’t have to pay me. Deal?”

SooRi bit her lip and thought about it for a moment. That was a great offer, she honestly didn’t know what she was getting into. But just looking at Minseok, she could tell she would be kissing the bulk of next month’s paycheck goodbye.



“But I have a few conditions.”

Minseok jerked back a bit but motioned for her to proceed.

“Nothing too rough. I mean, no slapping, no kicking or anything like that. I’d prefer not to be blindfolded, or humiliated and no video taping. That’s all I can think of so far.”

Minseok openly laughed but nodded in understanding, “I think I got it.”

The two finished their dinner somewhat awkwardly on SooRi’s part and Minseok walked her to the entrance of the restaurant. He flagged down a cab for her and paid for her ride back to her apartment.

“You already paid for dinner. I could have paid my cab fare-”

“No, no, no. Allow me.”

“Well…thank you, Minseok.”

Minseok smirked and walked closer to her, one arm around her waist as his other hand cupped her jaw. He brushed his lips teasingly against hers, smirk widening at her quick inhalation of air.

He pulled back, teeth capturing her bottom lip in a playful bite.

“Pleasure is all mine.”                        

But that was the last SooRi heard from Kim Minseok.

SooRi ran her fingers through her hair and released a sigh as she walked up the stairs to her apartment. It had been almost two weeks since she’d contacted Minseok and she honestly had no plans to. After returning home after her dinner with the man, she realized how crazy this whole idea was; she was an elementary school teacher with an image to uphold, not some sex crazed vixen that hires male escorts to satisfy herself.

No, not Choi SooRi.

She was just going to go home, have a nice glass of wine and watch Netflix until she fell asleep. She unlocked her door, only to find it already unlocked. Her defenses immediately went up as she took cautious steps into her home.


‘Wow, SooRi, because an intruder is totally gonna come out and announce themselves.’

She slowly closed her door and walked further into her home until she saw a figure in the living room. Slitting her eyes to see more clearly, she stepped into the room and gasped a bit as the familiar face turned toward her with an amused grin.


Minseok smiled and stepped closer to her, running his fingertips over her soft leather couch, “Mhm…I see you still remember who I am, though I was a bit concerned when you didn’t contact me. Now why is that?”

SooRi ignored his question and took a step to the side in an attempt to keep distance between them.

“How did you know where I lived? How did you get into my house?”

“You know, it’s rude to answer a question with a question and here you’ve asked two back to back. But I found your address because you unsurprisingly put that information on Facebook, which by the way is a horrible idea. And like most forgetful people, you leave a spare key under your mat. Now,” he sauntered over to her still surprised body, “will you answer my question?”

SooRi fiddled with the straps of her purse feeling a lot like a little kid being scolded. But really, she didn’t think he’d take it upon himself to find her on some random day. Didn’t he have other clients?

“Look, I’m really sorry that I wasted your time, but I just cannot do this.”

Minseok sighed as she walked over to her window and followed her silently. He opened his mouth to speak when she made eye contact with him again, but was cut off before he even sucked in a breath.

“I know you want to know why, but do I really owe you an explanation? I mean, you’ve probably had clients change their minds all the time, no offense.”

She grimaced at the way his eyebrows rose in offense, all the while trying not to notice how amazing he looked in his fitted black long sleeve shirt and equally fitted jeans. He’d even taken his shoes off…how sweet of him.

She put on her teacher voice and smiled warmly at him to soothe over the situation a little, “Now, I’m sorry it has to be like this, and there isn’t anything wrong with you, but I no longer require your services, so if you’d be so kind as to follow me to the door-”

Being a teacher that handles rambunctious children prepares you for many surprises and makes you think on your toes but SooRi was not anticipating have the wind knocked out of her as she was pushed back against her work desk and picked up, by her ass no less, to sit on the cold granite surface with a man standing snug in between her thighs. Who even would anticipate that?

Minseok didn’t even give the woman a chance to speak before his lips were on hers. He brought one hand up to hold her head in place as her mind tuned into the situation she was in and his other hand tightly gripped her hair. She did say rough, remember.

When SooRi finally got her hands up to push him back, but not much, she looked into his now deep brown eyes and bit her lip.

She had a feeling she wasn’t getting out of this one.

“What are you doing?”

Minseok smirked and licked her bottom lip teasingly, gaze never leaving her own.

“Helping you. You and I both know you’ll regret it if I leave now.”

He tightened his grip in her hair and yanked her toward him, sliding his hand from her face down in between her legs to her long neglected center.

“Let me help you have no regrets, beautiful.”

SooRi didn’t think she could have nodded any harder and faster than she had, but she had no time to ponder over it as her lips were claimed in a harsh clash of tongues and teeth. Her position made her skirt ride up and Minseok took that to his full advantage, rubbing teasing circles around  her clit with his middle finger. A moan threatened to rip from her throat but Minseok bit her lip hard and stilled his finger. SooRi groaned, trying to grind against him, but a hard tug at her roots stopped that nonsense before she even had a rhythm going.

“No, that isn’t how we’re doing this. You have to let me play at my own pace first and get a feel of you. You wanted rough, right? You aren’t in control here, I am. I’m in charge of your body, I get to make you feel good and I get to determine when, where and how I’m gonna make you cum. Understand?”

SooRi felt a straight up shiver go down her spine, “Y-Yes.”

Minseok growled and pulled her closer, so close that she could feel his warm breath on her lips, “Excuse me?”

“Yes, sir?” she tired cautiously, attempting to control her urge to kiss him again.

“Hm, good girl.”

He pecked her lips and moved down to place little nips on her neck. She moaned and watched as he gracefully took his time, leaving marks along her neck and undoing the buttons of her blouse at the same time.

Talent, she noted.

Minseok kissed his way to her bra covered chest and smiled at the light pink lacy item.

“Pretty. Such a shame…”

“What do you-”

Minseok swiftly stood up and brought his hands behind SooRi’s back. He grabbed the clasp and literally ripped the back of the bra open, throwing the now useless intimate to the ground before taking a nipple into his mouth.

It was amazing how he would be slow and sensual then fast and rough in the blink of an eye. SooRi whimpered at the feel of teeth on her chest, wanting to close her eyes, but too afraid to look away from the man sliding his tongue down to the waistband of her skirt.

He sent a boyish look up at her, “Don’t worry, I won’t rip this off too.”

Minseok unzipped the tight article of clothing and threw it somewhere before settling on his knees, staring right at her center. Using his teeth to pull her panties down, hands coming to help him remove the damp cloth from her legs, Minseok placed a teasing lick to her clit.

She gripped his hair and moaned loud enough make her apartment’s walls shake. She felt her legs being spread and her hips being dragged closer to the edge of the desk. Minseok spread her lips with his tongue, dipping in before pulling back slightly.

“You want it?”

“Yes, oh God, yes.”

Minseok narrowed his eyes and smacked her thigh a bit harder than he had planned to. “That isn’t how we answer.”

“Yes, sir.”

Minseok smiled proudly up at her before burying his face in her wetness. It was a struggle to keep her eyes open, but somehow SooRi managed to do it, all the while panting and moaning like a seasoned porn star. The feeling of his lips closing around her clit and sucking, his tongue flicking in and out of her, and the sounds, oh God, the sounds of him attempting to suck her dry was too much to handle, and that’s exactly why she came on his tongue, grinding slowly against his lips.

Minseok growled and slapped her thigh, standing at his full height and crushing his lips onto hers. “I told you that I would be the one to tell you when to cum and you didn’t listen.”

He took no time in taking off his shirt, giving SooRi almost no time to marvel at his solid body. He unbuttoned his pants not even pulling them down as he grabbed his hard cock and stroked it.

“I hope you aren’t tired baby, ‘cause I’m not done with you yet.”

SooRi didn’t know how many times she had cum, she had lost count after the fourth time, or how many times her neighbor had come by to knock on the door because of the noise.

All that she knew and felt was Minseok.

He was currently tightly gripping her hip as he pounded into her from behind. SooRi tried to keep a grip on the couch, but her slick hands made that pretty much impossible. Being sore tomorrow was an understatement.

Minseok bit down on her ear and chuckled, “You can’t even get a grip can you? That’s how good I’m fucking you. I want you to remember this. I want you to remember every mark I’ve left on you, the feeling of my tongue on your clit, how good I feel inside of you, and how many times you’ve cum on this dick. Can you remember that for me? Huh?”

The gentle ache of her shoulders and the feeling of being penetrated over and over again made SooRi almost forget the question until a stinging slap was placed on her already red behind.

“Yes, sir.”

Minseok released her arms and spun her around, palming her still wet entrance as he guided them both to the floor. He entered her again, welcoming her suffocating tightness that surrounded him immediately. He roughly snapped his hips against her, grunting with every jerky motion. He looked down at the woman that was practically a stranger to him; her body was covered in marks, some his teeth and lips left behind and others finger prints. Her eyes were lidded heavily but she never looked away from him and that gaze of utter adoration and lust almost made him cum a few times himself but he held out because he really did want her to remember him.

He rubbed her clit with his thumb and grinned as she bit her lip and tried not to cum without his permission again. He’d trained her so well.

Minseok gripped her throat and pulled her body off of the carpet, resting his sweaty forehead against her own. He pecked her lips, biting again as he started to thrust faster. His grip around her neck slacked a bit as he placed another kiss to her lips before pulling back slightly so that she could still feel his words.

“Do you wanna cum again, baby?”

“Yes sir, ah, please.”

Minseok sealed their lips again as she came, shivering and moaning. He gripped her hair again as he snapped his hips roughly and finally released inside of her, panting against her face.

As SooRi came down from her high, she closed her eyes and cursed to herself.

‘Goodbye, paycheck.’