i would wear this every day if i could

The mad bartender.

God I spent countless hours as a teen playing on a heavily modded and roleplay enforced ultima online server. I played Cedric Sartone, simple farmer turned tavern owner who eventually turned it into THE BEST PLACE IN TOWN. It was poppin every night, I was buddies with every adventurer, soldier, mage, druid, and ranger that played the game. After they went out and grinded their skills and did their quests, I was waiting for them with a warm fire and plenty of ale. I’d buy their ingredients and make awesome food and booze (max level cooking!) and was privy to all the gossip.

Little did they know I had a side hobby, I was brewing massive amounts of the most gamebreakingly toxic poison possible. For over a year I roleplayed with these people as a simple barman, pretended to be their friend and confidant, and then during a harvest festival where every player on our server was in attendance and I was payed to provide the food and drink… I poisoned every last morsel of food, every drop of drink and after the reagent delivered his speech and all of these fools raised their goblets for the toast and took that deadly sip, I stepped onto the stage and revealed what had happened. They where all going to die, and die they did.

Now this was a permanent death server (hardcore rpers mind you) and some had been playing those characters for 8 years and there they all were, collapsed and dying. Soon they were all unconscious, as you could only die if you went unconscious three times in one day or if a certain psychotic bartender came and cut off your head… which I did to every player in our group of 38. They were all there, and unfortunately so was I.

Revenge against what, you ask?

So the server had a pretty strict policy regarding pvp and pk, essentially the GMs had to determine if there was in character justification for any instance of disputed player killing, obviously my situation prompted a call for an investigation. I understood those rules from the start though, and I kept a written log in the game where I detailed my character’s building hatred of every single other player character in the world. He would keep track of every little thing from petty slights, to unpaid tabs, but more importantly I adopted the little mannerisms that people roleplayed to develop their characters into the madness of mine.

So Elias was always whistling, well I recorded how infuriating Cedric found it in his journal, and soon he had multiple journals packed full of a thousand reasons an unstable maniac could use to justifiably (re: server rules) murder anyone. The reagent who was also the server admin had some ornate cloak with a custom texture, so I wrote like three pages about how pompous it was, and extrapolated what kind of insufferable prick he must have been for wearing it.

I would just write one or two things down every day for over a year, so I had many books full for the GMs to locate in the tavern basement and read through. The result was that they found my massacre to be in good form and in-character, so the server was not rolled back and instead they decided to reset and implement a new landmass they had been working on. Some people were really pissed off, mostly a handful of the veteran players who had been top dog for several years in their little gladiator arena.

I only did any of it because my first character was murdered by some overzealous asshole who just used his character to project his inferiority complex. He killed me on my second day on the server because I wandered into the funeral of his friend (it was taking place in the middle of town and there was a crowd, of course I was curious) and because I was not invited and he was a known prick it was found justifiable for his character to kill mine because of the emotional turmoil blah blah. So yeah I said f*ck that, and rolled a new character who was ostensibly eager to please and non-threatening. I won.


Binding advice if you don’t/can’t have a binder!!

If you have chest dysphoria but you don’t have a binder for whatever reason (or even if you just want to have a really good sport bra for a good price), I have something for you. I found this amazing sport bra in H&M a few weeks ago and I’m in love with it. It was quite cheap and it’s sooo comfortable you won’t even believe me.

Most likely it will work best if you are small chested (I’m a B cup btw) and it won’t make you completely flat, but with a loose shirt on it does a great job.

It won’t make you feel like you’re suffocating, you can exercise and do anything you want while wearing it. But you shouldn’t wear it for too long!! (just an example, I went traveling and I had to wear it for 16 hours every day and I started having breathing problems on the 3rd day)
Also don’t buy one that’s smaller than the size you need because the band will hurt your ribs.

My store only had white ones but I’m sure H&M’s site has other nice colors too. It’s super comfortable, it’s safe, it was cheap and it makes me feel a lot better. 10/10 would recommend.

I hope I could help someone with this!

spaceless-sea  asked:

How are you? I hope well! Can you do a rfa+v and Saeran having to do seven minutes in heaven? Like honestly not even as drunk just sober. (Requests aren't open;-; but maybe later? Also I rlly love your blog like I'm most done with the masterlist^°^)

Author’s note: I hope you guys like this!!!! i’m still rusty ok it’s been awhile edit: I FORGOT V AGAIN someone please send in a request that says “add v” so I remember to edit him in here


  • “You wanna play cards? I brought them with me so we wouldn’t be bored!!”
  • Does he… Does he really not know what we’re supposed to be doing?
  • You looked down at Yoosung, who was already on sitting on the floor shuffling the deck
  • “Lemme guess… you’ve never played Seven minutes in Heaven.”
  • Yoosung paused for a second before shaking his head
  • You sat down next to him and smiled
  • He’s so cute…
  • “So what game do you wanna play, MC?”
  • But then again, this IS Seven minutes in heaven
  • “Strip Poker.”
  • Yoosung’s face turned bright red
  • “H-Huh? Strip?”
  • You smirked
  • “I’ll start.”
  • In one quick moment, your shirt was thrown across the room
  • “Okay, now you’re turn.”
  • Yoosung who had now achieved a new shade of red blatantly stared at your chest
  • “I-I… uhh, w-well-“
  • What the hell?
  • Yoosung looked behind you
  • “I think it came from the other side of the door.”
  • You stood up and opened the closet door, and in tumbled Zen and Jumin.
  • “So,” you crossed your arm and looked down at the two very guilty looking boys, “You wanna explain yourselves?”
  • The two of them began stuttering out excuses
  • “W-Well Yoosung’s never played before-“
  • “-I heard you were taking off your shirt-“
  • “-And I thought he might need guidance-“
  • “-So I wanted to hear the rest.”
  • You glared at them
  • “First, Jumin don’t be a perv, and second-“
  • “We were in the middle of something.”
  • You looked back at Yoosung, who had taken off his shirt
  • “And now that MC and I are even, I’d like to get back to the game.”
  • Despite the confidence behind Yoosung’s words, his face was as red as ever
  • You turned back around and smirked
  • “You heard the man!”
  • Jumin and Zen slowly got up, both mumbling curses under their breath.
  • You closed the door behind them
  • “Now, where were we?”
  • In the end the two of you ended up stripping to your underwear and then just playing go fish for the rest of the time


  • “W-What? I can’t be in a closet alone with MC!! How will I control myself?”
  • You walked over to the closet and gave Zen a smirk
  • “Who says you need to?”
  • 0.1 seconds later Zen was standing in the closet how the hell did he even get there so fast???
  • You closed the door and turned around
  • “So,” you clapped your hands together, “Show me what you got.”
  • Zen smirked
  • “You sure you can handle it?”
  • You raised an eyebrow, “I think you already know the answer to that.”
  • Zen smiled
  • “This is gonna be-“
  • Was all Zen could get out before hitting his head on the light
  • “Ohhh s-shittt…”
  • You rushed over to Zen, who was now bent over in pain
  • “Are you okay? Do you need ice? How bad does it hurt?”
  • Zen looked up at you with hazy eyes
  • “Slooowww down, youuu’reee talking wayyyy toooo fast!!!”
  • I’m not sure what’s more concerning… Zen’s slurred speech or the giant lump forming on his forehead.
  • “We need to get you out of here right-“
  • “NO! I want to give you… seven minutes…in…….”
  • THUD
  • “He did WHAT?”
  • Jaehee swung to door open, her eyes immediately traveling down to unconscious Zen
  • “What happened to his face? And why is the closet light busted??”
  • The rest of the RFA stood behind her, patiently awaiting your answer
  • “Well,” you looked down at Zen and smirked, “I guess he unleashed the beast a little too early.”


  • As soon as Jaehee closed the door she sunk down to the floor and sighed
  • “Finally… peace and quiet.”
  • You nodded, sitting down next to her
  • “Who the hell let Seven DJ anyways?”
  • Jaehee laughed, “I don’t know, but it was a horrible decision.”
  • It would’ve been fine if he just turned the damn the volume down…
  • You looked over at Jaehee, who was responding to an email on her phone
  • “Work’s got you pretty busy, huh?”
  • She gave you a sarcastic glare
  • “Doesn’t it always?”
  • The two of you began ranting about Jumin and the rest of the RFA
  • “I mean, does he think I’m just made out of cat toys? He can’t keep-“
  • “Wait… Jaehee?”
  • “Yeah?”
  • “I think our seven minutes are up… Did they forget about us?”
  • Jaehee checked her phone
  • “It’s been 12 minutes,” she looked back over at you and smiled, “so I think it’s safe to say they have.”
  • The two of you exchanged glances
  • It’s so nice in here…
  • “You wanna stay?”
  • Jaehee’s eyes lit up
  • “I thought you’d never ask!”
  • She set her phone down and yawned
  • “I think… I’ll take a nap.”
  • You reached up and turned the lights off
  • “Sounds good to me.”
  • You stared at the ceiling, waiting for the drowsiness to hit you
  • That was when you felt something warm slump on your shoulder
  • You looked over at Jaehee and she gave you a sleepy smile
  • “Do you mind if I use you as a pillow?”
  • Be still my heart.
  • “Y-Yeah!”
  • Jaehee closed her eyes, and within the next five minutes, she was asleep
  • The next morning Seven found both of you sleeping in his closet
  • And yes he was naked 
  • And yes he screamed
  • And yes you and Jaehee both screamed back
  • But it was still the best seven minutes in heaven you’ve ever played even if it wasn’t just seven minutes


  • As SOON as the door closed he had you pinned up against the wall
  • “W-Woah, slow down there bud.”
  • Jumin closed his eyes and sighed, letting go of the grip he had on your hips
  • “Sorry,” he backed up and ran his hands through his hair
  • You practically feel him holding himself back
  • “Why are you so worked up??”
  • Jumin leaned back on the wall opposite of you
  • “It’s just, while we were out there, Zen kept… flirting with you.”
  • His nose crinkled when he said the word flirting, as if it were a disgusting word
  • “I know secretly dating is hard, but I really think its best.”
  • You looked up at him, “Especially with everything happening with your company…”
  • Jumin nodded, taking a step toward you
  • “I suppose I can’t blame Zen. You do look ravishing tonight,” Jumin smirked
  • You smiled back at him, giving him a small twirl
  • “Thank you, my boyfriend helped me pick this out.”
  • “I must say, your boyfriend has great taste. I bet he’s handsome, too.”
  • “Oh yes, extremely.”
  • Seven’s yelling interrupted your conversation
  • “Hmm,” Jumin looked at you, “Do you think five minutes in enough?”
  • You pushed yourself off of the wall and grabbed Jumin by the tie
  • “Won’t know unless we try.”
  • And as it turns out, five minutes was more than enough time to… scroll through Jumin’s pictures of Elly


  • “So.”
  • “Yup.”
  • “This is fun.”
  • “Really fun.”
  • For the first two minutes, those were the only words exchanged between you and Saeran
  • I have to do something to break this silence.
  • You cleared your throat
  • “Uhh… so how are you?”
  • SERIOUSLY??? Is that the best I could come up with?
  • “I’m fine.”
  • “…Cool.”
  • You looked down at your feet
  • I’m good too, thanks for asking.
  • this poor child doesn’t know how to socialize have mercy on him
  • When you looked back up at him, his eyes quickly darted away
  • Was he staring at me?
  • A light blush crossed his face
  • That’s… kinda cute.
  • You bit your lip
  • Well, this is seven minutes in heaven
  • Before your brain could tell you otherwise, you leaned forward and lightly pressed your lips against his
  • After getting over the initial shock that someone was actually kissing him Saeran grabbed your chin and deepened the kiss
  • When you pulled away, both of you were out of breath
  • You leaned back against the wall
  • “…So.”
  • “Yup.”
  • “That was fun.”
  • Really fun.”
  • Seven swung the door open
  • “TIME’S UP!!!”
  • You looked at Saeran and smirked
  • “Let’s do this again sometime.”
  • Saeran followed you out the door and grabbed your wrist
  • He pulled you back and lowered his voice so the other’s couldn’t here
  • “Name the place and I’ll be there.”
  • Oh, this was going to be f u n.


  • You looked back the rest of the group
  • “Please help me.”
  • Jaehee gave you a pitying look and Zen saluted you “in honor of his fallen comrade”
  • Before you could anyone else’s reaction, Seven grabbed your hand and pulled you into the closet
  • “Your closet is a lot smaller than I thought it would be.”
  • Seven let go of your hand and laughed
  • “You do know I wear almost the same thing every day, right?”
  • You reached out to feel one of his shirts
  • “This one is my favorite.”
  • You pointed to the shirt Yoosung had gotten Seven for his birthday
  • It had a picture of the RFA on the front and the word “family” in Arabic on the back
  • “Mine too.”
  • Seven stepped closer to you
  • “You wanna see why I was so excited to get you in here?”
  • You felt your face heat up
  • “W-Well, I mean-“
  • “What?”
  • As soon as the lights went off, Seven turned you around so you were facing the door
  • He wrapped his arms around you, giving you a tight hug from behind
  • “Look up.”
  • You tilted your head to look up at the ceiling
  • “Oh my…”
  • Glow-in-the-dark stars were scattered all over the top of the closest, turning the dull ceiling into a tiny galaxy
  • “It’s beautiful.”
  • Seven buried his face in the crook of your neck
  • “So are you.”
  • And that’s when it hit you
  • You were literally in heaven in with Seven
  • “Thank you.”

[April 2, 1992]
I’ll never forget Selena’s smile when I said that. I could just feel all of the pressure and stress leave her body as she watched me get dressed for the courthouse. I had nothing to wear but a T-shirt and jeans; Selena was wearing a skirt and boots. 

[…] We were in love. We were husband and wife. We were happy. Nobody could come between us anymore. That’s all that mattered.

The best part of the day was walking hand in hand out of the courthouse, our shoulders touching, instead of having to pull apart when we were in public. It all felt so good, even as I wondered what Abraham would do when he heard the news. Selena and I were at peace with our decision, content to know that we had finally, officially started our lives together. We had every intention of living happily ever after. Nobody could stop us from doing that now.

- Chris Perez, To Selena, With Love

The maid

Characters: reader, Dean, Sam

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: swearing, smut, Dom!dean, sub!reader, praise!kink, orgasm denial, oral (male and female receiving), unprotected sex

Word count: 3411

Summary: when you take up a new job as a maid at the bunker, you may have a slight crush on your boss; Dean.

A/N: happy Valentine’s Day, here some Dean smut for you beautiful people

You were running late to your job interview. It wasn’t like you weren’t prepared or didn’t leave on time, but this place was very hidden. You were in desperate need of money so you decided to go to an interview to become a maid at a bunker. You had seen the ad for the job, you didn’t have to book an interview you just had to show up between the time 3:00pm-5:30pm. It was 6:30pm and you had only just arrived outside of this bunker.

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so, here’s something I’ve been thinking about for the last couple of days.
I mean, it’s something I think about all of the time,
but lately, it’s like, I’m always late for work, only have ten minutes to get ready, my room is a mess, I only eat junk food, 
and I’m like why? So whenever I try to diagnose the problem, it always comes back to, I just don’t have any time?
And people will agree with you, “Oh I never have any time! I wish there were just more hours in the day, because there just isn’t enough TIME”
and it’s so fun to agree! 
Oh yeah totally, I’m so fucking busy!

but honestly, what am I so busy with?I
Like, I remember leasure. I remember having plenty of time. 
I remember being “bored” but I literally don’t say that anymore,
and have no time ever
because I’m on my phone.

Like, I wake up in the morning and check my phone for like forty five minutes.
before i get out of bed or do anything else, i’m checking my email. reading the emails. checking instagram, checking my feed. Oops, something caught my interest, gotta read this article about statement sleeves, okay time to check twitter. 
THIS TAKES SO LONG, whyyyy do I do it. 
Okay, so then I try to think back to how I used to wake up, before this became a ritual. I would get ready, put on makeup, brush my hair, play music, make coffee. 
Now, I check my phone until it’s like, fifteen minutes before I need to get ready for work, and I just go to work in whatever shirt I slept in, and wear leggings. 
but I just think, “Hey, i’m late because I ran out of time.”
then when it’s time to cook, I don’t want to make anything that will take over twenty minutes to prepare because i’m busy
I fall asleep with my makeup on every night because i’m reading through comments on twitter until 1am and my eyes just water themselves shut.

and I think this is like, pretty normal. 
If I just accounted for all of this time on social media, it would probably be like five hours.
Imagine if someone gave you free five hours to add to your day, imagine all of the things you could get done?? Like, imagine. 
I could exercise, buy produce, text back my friends, visit home, learn how to drive stick, do my laundry, 

but I actually do have those five hours, I just waste them.
There’s so much shit on my to-do list that I’ll never do because it just feels normal to spend three hours in a row on my phone every night before I fall asleep.
It feels good. I’m checking up with friends, reading the news, shopping online, reading gossip, staying informed-
I’m getting cultured every time I go on social media, I can’t miss out on that. 

so the conflict is always this;
I’ve only had a smart phone for a few years. I was pretty late to the game, and honestly did pretty well for myself with just a flip phone.
So it’s really not that hard for me to think back to just a few years ago, and how much more often I was out doing something just because I was ‘curious’ or ‘bored’ and didn’t have anything else to occupy me. I used to meet up with so many more people, and ask my friends to hangout with me and we actually would. I traveled more, was in better shape, and just felt like I was more my authentic self. 

how many other people feel this way. Is this one of those cute millennial complexes where we remember **before iphones** and cannot compute
or is this just how i feel, and another symptom of ‘i hate myself but it’s cute’

so i’m challenging myself to be more conscious of my social media use and ‘wasted’ phone consumption time. 
and! I can’t use my phone if I haven’t completely, both feet on the floor, gotten out of bed. 

Marichat May Day 24: I owe you one

This is the shortest so far, I think

Marinette looked so relieved when she finished all the homework she had to catch up on. Being Ladybug really made her fall behind in school and she wanted to catch up with everything these days when she had some time to spare. And use the lack of akumas as much as she could.

“Thank you for the help, Chat.” she said looking over her shoulder at him while she put the books on her desk. “I couldn’t have finished this without your help.”

“It is nothing, I’m always happy to help.”

“No, I owe you one.” she declared and made her way back to the chaise to sit next to him.

“I like to think of myself as a selfless gentlecat. But, I won’t refuse some cookies as a token of gratitude for the help I offered.”

Marinette rolled her eyes fondly. “And how many cookies would you like?”

Chat tapped his chin thoughtfully before answering. “I believe a dozen for every task I helped you with would be reasonable.”

Marinette made a noise of surprise. “A dozen for every task? Chat, that would mean about twelve dozens of cookies.”

“And your point?”

“Chat, that’s 144 cookies.”


Marinette looked at him, with his all serious expression wondering if one could die from cookie overdose.

“You are such a cookie slut.” Marinette blurted out.

Chat looked surprised at her before a proud smile appeared on his face. “A title I’ll wear with pride.”

Needless to say, the next day when she checked his Instagram, Chat had Cookie Slut™ in his description.

internallydeceased  asked:

for shifted could we please get jamie and claire fluff while she's pregnant?! (idk why but this is my favorite thing)

anonymous asked: Shifted prompt! How about Jamie getting a gift for Claire and being worried/shy about what she’ll think of it when he gives it to her. Something sweet and sentimental, of course!         

For the next few weeks I’ll be writing one-shots in the Shifted universe, filling in the blanks that we don’t see in the main story, before we resume the main action with Part 7 - The Visitor.

If there is a particular scene you’d like to see, send me an ask and I’ll see what I can do!

In Shifted, the premise is simple - what if Claire had gotten pregnant with Brianna a month or two earlier in the story, and she and Jamie had re-evaluated  their priorities and decided that the cause was lost, and they were able to slip away from the army and quietly return to Lallybroch?

Previous installments…

Interlude – The Gift

Lallybroch, Hogmanay 1752-3

Claire shifted beneath the covers, restless.

Jamie could hear her dreaming. The nightmares had returned again – growing in intensity as their new bairn grew within her belly.

Sometimes it was the dream he had sent her back to Frank – the same dream that had troubled her so when Brianna was a newborn.

Sometimes it was dreams of walking on a dark, quiet Culloden Moor, wading through the bodies of fallen Highlanders – and then finding him cold and dead.

And sometimes it was a dream full of redcoats – burning the house, taking Brianna away, throwing Jamie into prison. Taking away everything she held dear.

He couldn’t tell what it was tonight – only that she would wake soon, and that she would need him to hold her, to listen to her, to support her.

The temperature had dipped significantly in the past week – and no amount of extra wood added to the fire could heat the room to his satisfaction. Brianna was like him – impervious to the cold – and only relented to sleeping in the same bed as two of her cousins after receiving orders from her parents and Murtagh to do so.

Claire, on the other hand – her fine skin was exquisitely sensitive, now that she carried the bairn.

In the circle of his arms, he felt her swallow – limbs tightening as she awoke.

“Ssshh,” he whispered. “I’m here. Ye were dreaming again.”

Slowly, slowly she rolled to face him – pressing the bulge of her belly against him.

“Can you light the candle, please?” Her voice was raw, rough, two hundred years away. “I need – I need to see you.”

Swiftly he kissed her forehead and turned on his side, striking one of the clever matches Claire had made and then coaxing the small flame to life.

He settled back against the pillow, meeting her tired eyes, pulling the quilt closer around her shoulders.

“I shouldn’t have had that extra helping of mincemeat – my stomach has been rolling all night.” Her whisky eyes glowed like a cat’s in the candlelight.

“Ach – it’s only Hogmanay once a year,” he smiled, stroking her cheek with the back of his knuckles. “Ye’re entitled to celebrate a bit. Lord knows we have plenty to be happy about in the new year.”

“I feel terrible that I didn’t even make it to midnight. Some Fraser I am.”

“Then we have something to look forward to next time when ye can hold our newest Fraser in yer arms to greet the new year.” He bopped the tip of her nose with his thumb – eliciting the smile he craved.

The bairn moved against his belly.

His mother’s rosebush scratched against the window.

“Hold still,” he murmured – fixing the moment in his memory.

She humored him – eyes locked. Sharing.

He smiled then – so wide – and softly pulled back the quilt, careful to keep her tightly wrapped up against the chill.

“Jamie? What – ”

He padded over to the fire, added a log, and then stooped to rummage through the trunk against the far wall.

“It should be past midnight by now. I have something for you.”

“Whatever for?”

“Are ye saying ye dinna want a gift from yer husband?” His voice was muffled – teasing.

She sat up against the headboard, hands spanning her belly, soothing their now quite active bairn.

“He’s awake, too,” she murmured, meeting Jamie’s eyes as he returned to bed. Smiling.

The feather mattress dipped beside her, and Jamie held out one clenched fist.

“Give me yer hand, Sassenach.”

She lay her right hand – palm up – on the mattress. And then felt a small bit of metal – warmed from Jamie’s hand – slide against her fingers.

Curious, she brought it closer to her eyes, squinting in the candlelight.

“Do ye need spectacles in yer auld age?” he whispered.

She ignored him – studying the worn but beautifully made brooch.

Silver – a bit tarnished – and old, but clearly well-made. Circular – shaped like a wreath – with carefully incised flowers and leaves. Stylized – figural and yet abstract. The work of a master craftsman.

“Jamie – I – ”

“It was my Da’s,” he whispered, reaching one tentative finger to trace the smooth surface. “Mam gave it to him as a wedding gift – she took it from her own father’s bedroom, at Leoch. My grandfather had had it made in Edinburgh, you see – and Mam didna think he would miss it.”

He so rarely spoke of Ellen Fraser – or the family she had so scandalously left behind – that Claire bit back her questions.

“When Mam met Da – it’s true they ran off together, that night. But Mam was practical – she kent weel that she’d have to bring some things wi’ her. So she had Murtagh help her prepare – he helped her gather a wee bag of her possessions, because she also kent that she would never go back to Leoch.”


Jamie lifted his eyes to meet Claire’s startled gaze. “Oh, aye. He helped her escape wi’ my Da.”

Tears suddenly sprang to Claire’s eyes. “For he loved her so much that he helped her sneak away with the man she chose.”

Jamie bent to kiss her cheek. “Aye. And then followed behind, to witness their handfasting. Have I never told ye that before?”

She shook her head – but that was a story for another time. “But how does this brooch fit in to the story?”

“Mam was busy packing her personal things – but she realized she didna have anything to offer Da. So she asked Murtagh to find something of her own father’s to give him.”

“How in the hell did he get into the Laird’s chamber? I remember there were always men hanging about Colum’s room – ”

“Weel, in the auld days, they werena so careful – or else they wouldna have let their prized daughter sneak away wi’ a selkie, now, would they?”

She shook her head, amazed. “So Murtagh chose this?”

“Aye, he did. He knew my grandfather was wearing his best brooch, with his plaid that night – so he picked the second best. And that’s what Mam gave Da on their wedding night.”

“I guess I could make a joke about second best – ”

“Mam always did. But Da was just honored to have it. He wore it wi’ his plaid every day when I was growing up. And now I want our son to have it.”

Jamie splayed his hand over her belly – fingers tangling with hers – delighting in their bairn’s acrobatics.

“You’re so sure it’s a boy?”

His fingers tightened in hers. “Aye. Ye are, too – so is Brianna. And Jenny. And Mrs. Crook.”

Claire theatrically rolled her eyes. “Well then. That *must* mean it is so, if so many Frasers are convinced.”

He pursed his lips, and swallowed. Thinking.

“I ken the lad will never be able to wear his plaid out in the open – at least not while he’s a bairn, anyway. But I want him to learn our traditions – learn the way things were. The way they should be.”

His eyes lighted on the floorboard under which they had so lovingly stored their Fraser plaids in the dark days after passage of the Dress Act.

“The way it will be again, Jamie.”

His lips twisted in a wry half-smile. “Aye. Ye’d ken that now, wouldn’t ye?”

Gently she lay the brooch on her bedside table, and opened her arms.

He came, and rested so closely beside her – tangling his legs in hers.

“Thank you,” she whispered after a long while. “I want him to be raised as a true Fraser – in your own image, and with the memory of his grandparents. Surrounded by love and family.”

He burrowed his face in her neck – inhaled the hair at the base of her skull.

“I love you,” he whispered.

She held him close – as she would the baby, when it came.

“You are the breath in my body – my blood – my bone.”

She kissed the crown of his head.

“In this child – and in Brianna, Jamie – we are united. We will live forever now, you and I. And your parents – and my parents – they continue.”

He shifted against her, burying his face under her chin. Breath shallow.

“I need you.” His voice shyly vibrated against her sensitive skin – so soft she felt it more than heard it.

She undid the neck of her shift, and he opened the laces, and they softly, sweetly celebrated one more year together.

anonymous asked:

"Tell me one good reason why I should wear that" Marichat, please!

“Tell me one good reason why I should wear that,” Marinette laughed, pointing at the “Chat Noir’s #1 Fan” shirt the hero was holding. 

“I can give you three good reasons actually,” Chat Noir grinned. “One, you are my number one fan; that’s just a fact so don’t try to deny it. Two, you look ravishing in black. And three, pretty please, I bought it just for you!”

“So if I make you a ‘Marinette’s Number One Fan’ shirt, you would wear it?”

“Every single day,” Chat Noir promised.

Marinette leaned forward and tapped his bell. “You’re ridiculous, kitty.”

He beamed at her. “Does that mean you’ll wear it?”

“Like to sleep in?”

“I do like the thought of that,” he winked, “but I was thinking more like out in public.”

Marinette took the shirt and sighed. “This is really important to you.”

“It is.”



Marinette rolled her eyes and giggled. “Well, that explains everything. Fine, silly kitty, I’ll wear the shirt.”

“Tomorrow?” he asked excitedly.

“May as well.”

“When do I get my Marinette Fan shirt?”

“You really want one?”

“Of course!”

“I could make it this weekend, I suppose,” Marinette said, tapping her chin. “Do you have a color preference?”

“I trust your judgment. In fact, don’t wear the shirt tomorrow. Wait until I have mine and then we can wear them on the same day!”

“Pictures are going to be mandatory.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, Princess.”


Marinette smoothed the black shirt down over the green circle skirt. She figured if she was going to go Chat today, she may as well do it right. Chat Noir had been so excited about his soft pink ‘Marinette’s #1 Fan’ shirt. She had been sure he wouldn’t like the color but he immediately pulled it on over his suit and strutted around her room like he was modeling the latest couture. She had laughed until her sides ached.

Alya rushed up to her, panting. “Girl, please tell me you haven’t seen Adrien yet.” She looked down at her friend’s outfit. “Wait, did you guys plan this or something? It doesn’t make a lot of sense.”

“What are you talking about?”

“See for yourself.” Alya stepped back and Marinette spied Adrien across the locker room. His back was to her but he was wearing a soft pink shirt with gray skinny jeans. Marinette felt her heart stutter.

“No. No, no, no, no, no,” Marinette muttered, stepping back. Adrien turned and caught her eye. He started towards her, smiling.

“How about that picture, Princess?”

Going through inbox prompts now. Send me a prompt from this list and a pairing and I’ll get to it when I can. :)

Mockery (Negan x Lana)

Summary: Lana is the queen of sass. Negan may have just met his match. 

Characters: Negan x Alana

Word Count: 3,560

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Fluff and Swearing

Author’s Note: This fic was requested by @i-dont-have-a-harp who sent:

Would you be able to do a fic with a girl called Alana (Lana as a nickname) where she’s super sassy and is taken during the lineup from Alexandria? Negan takes a liking to her but she refuses to fall for him, until he begins showing a softer side when it’s just the two of them, but Lana is too stubborn to admit it until something puts her and Negan in danger? 

I had too much fun writing this. Love me a sassy character. This one is jam-packed with sass, fluff and smut. I hope it’s to your liking. 

Thank you thank you thank you to @ashzombie13 for being my beta reader!

Please let me know what you think! You can message me anytime! I LOVE feedback! (Seriously! Send me asks and you’ll make my whole week)

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When We Collide (Part 12)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: NC-17

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

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“Y/N, you threw up in her Marc Jacobs bag? That must be the funniest thing I’ve heard all week!” 

“Trust me, it wasn’t as funny as it sounds.” You mumbled with your phone resting between your shoulder and ear, eyes glancing up to look for when the elevator would arrive.

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Under The Stars

A/N: Since it’s prom season, I decided to write a little something for it. Requests are open! Enjoy. - Emily

When I had decided to go on tour with Shawn during my last week of High School, I knew that I would be missing out on that one special night that most girls dream of going to. Prom.

Before I had even left, I would always hear the other seniors talking about what dresses they’re getting, who’s doing their makeup, who’s going with who, and how they were going to rent out a fancy limo just like in the movies.

Sure I was bummed out, but it didn’t really hit me until my friend groupchat started to send me multiple photos of their dresses, asking me for opinions and thoughts. Gladly, I responded with positive and honest comments. But I realized that I didn’t want to be giving those opinions anymore, I wanted to be the one asking others about my own dress.

Well that is if I even had one. Before my decision on leaving, Shawn knew that I had my eye on this one simple, red lace dress. He would see me scrolling through online websites on my laptop, and when he saw the red dress, he said it was very nice. But to me, it was gorgeous. I knew that it would fit my body perfectly, even if I hadn’t tried it on. I just knew I would feel beautiful in it.

Shawn had a show on the day of my prom, so I at least knew my mind could be somewhere else in the show, instead of feeling all sad about prom.

I was sitting on the leather couch inside the tour bus, Shawn was doing soundcheck at the moment, and I was waiting for him to finish up. I heard footsteps run up the steps and suddenly, Geoff appeared. He plopped himself down beside me and looked over my shoulder.

I had once again found myself looking at the same red lace dress online.

“That’s cute, planning on buying it?” He said as he raised his eyebrow. I turned to him and chuckled softly as I shook my head sadly.

“Nah, I’m just looking. It’s really pretty, huh?” I then clicked out of the tab and shut my laptop down, setting it aside.

Geoff took a sip of his water bottle, leaning back with me on the couch. He turned back at me and sighed.

“So why didn’t you go to prom? Prom happens only once in your life, and you chose not to go because of a concert?”

Looking down at my hands, I twisted the ring that Shawn had gotten me for my birthday. My shoulders shrugged in response. “I don’t know to be honest. Maybe it was because I hadn’t seen Shawn in so long. I wasn’t ready to let go again.” I whispered as I took a deep breath.

Geoff only nodded and bit his lip as he thought of his response.

“I get that. You both hadn’t seen each other in months. But a few more days wouldn’t have made a difference, Y/N.”

I stayed silent and leaned forward. It was true. Geoff was always honest with me. Always. Running my fingers through my hair in frustration, I sighed loudly and looked at him once again.

“Even if I had gone, who was I gonna go with, Geoff? Hell, my so called “friends” planned on going together without me either way.  They’ve been sending me pictures of their own dresses all day long.”

Geoff’s face fell and he frowned as he pulled me into his arms. He held me close as I started to let tears run down my face. I felt his hand rub my back slowly for a few minutes.

I had let everything I was holding in, finally come out. I hadn’t talked to Shawn about it because he was already so stressed out from tour. It would have just been another problem for him. Especially because I had a choice to come on tour with him.

Slowly, I pulled away from Geoff and wiped my teary red eyes. I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear as I blushed softly, realizing I had just cried in front of Geoff for the first time.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered.

“Don’t be sorry.” Geoff frowned as he gave me another hug.

4 Hours Later

It had been a while since I had seen Geoff, after our moment on the bus, I met up with Shawn again. He had no clue what had happened, and honestly, I hope it would stay that way. I didn’t want him to worry.

“Babe, I know you just got here, but I need to go out to this store. It’s really important! Go to our hotel room, and wait for me there. Yeah?”

I frowned in confusion, “What? Shawn, your show is in like 2 hours. Where the hell are you gonna go?”

Shawn shook his head and pecked my lips softly, “Don’t worry about it. Just meet me there later. Okay? I love you.”

Pecking his lips back as well, I sighed softly once again. I made my way to the hotel, quickly dodging any questions from fans. I just wasn’t in the mood to talk at that point.

When I unlocked the door to my shared room with Shawn, I noticed the lights were on. And I remember perfectly well that we had left them off before we headed out this morning.

“What the hell…” I whispered to myself as I walked in. As I got closer to the bed, I saw red petals sprawled out across the white comforter and on the floor. There was a black box sitting on the bed with a letter on top.

I smiled softly at the petals and picked a few up and let them go again, watching them fall to the soft bed.

I then picked up the letter and opened it, unfolding the letter, I immediately recognized the handwriting. It was Shawn’s.

“Dear, Y/N

I know how much you wanted this dress. It caught your eye since the first time you found it. This is a gift for you, baby. Try it on. I’ll be waiting for you at the concert.

Love, Shawn.”

Tears brimmed my eyes just like earlier and I cupped my mouth as I set the letter down. I pulled my hand away and opened the glossy black box, which revealed the familiar lace pattern I had admired for so long.

I gently pulled it out and smiled wide as my fingers traced the patterns. I set it back down, and started to pull off my clothes. I slid it on, and just as I expected, it fit perfectly.

The fabric hugged my body and slipped on a pair of nude heels that I had packed with me incase of any special events I had to attend with Shawn.

I then picked up my makeup bag that and decided to do the look I’ve practiced many times, which came out amazing every time. I figured I could go that way to the concert anyway, so I wouldn’t have to take it all off. I finally finished off with some clear gloss on my lips.

I walked over to the full mirror in the bathroom, and smiled widely as I looked up and down at myself. After a few minutes, I figured it would be best to put the dress away so I could wear it another day, and to not get it dirty. But I was very happy how it looked. Taking one last look at myself, I made my way back to my suitcase.

Before I could take it off, there was a knock on the door. Frowning, I opened the door and Geoff appeared.

“You ready to go? The show starts in 5 minutes.” He looked at me in the dress and smiled widely. “I see Shawn took my advice.”

I raised my eyebrows in confusion but then realized the time. I hadn’t realized the time had gone by so fast already. “Wait what? I can’t go with this dress”

“Nevermind, there’s no time. Let’s go,” Geoff ignored my comment and laughed, he walked into the room and grabbed the key, my phone and my purse. He gave it to me and we made our way to the car, heading to the arena where Shawn would be performing.

By the time we got there, Shawn was already on his fourth song. I had gotten many odd looks, especially from the fans. They all whispered and took pictures of me. I frowned a bit and then remembered I was still in the dress.

Shrugging lightly, I stood backstage with Geoff. He complimented me once again on the dress, telling me he had suggested the idea to Shawn.

“What idea are you talking about?” I asked, once again confused. All of a sudden, an uproar of screams rang through the venue. I looked around wondering what had happened, I felt Geoff pull me away and he lead me to the stage.

The screams got louder and I soon met Shawn’s eyes.

“Everybody, if you didn’t already know, this is my beautiful girlfriend, Y/N. She decided to skip her prom just to be here with us on this night. But I think Y/N should still have at least one dance. Don’t you agree?” Shawn spoke into his mic as he set his guitar down, the fans screamed in response and he grabbed my hand, kissing my forehead as he lead me to the middle of the stage. He nodded over to his band and they nodded back.

I looked around with a huge smile, everyone was recording this, and flashes were going off every few seconds. Suddenly, the lights dimmed down and one center light focused on Shawn and I.

The band had started to play “Like This”, the screams died down, and I felt Shawn’s arm snake around my waist. My eyes shifted to look at his and I saw his smile, he then looked back at the crowd. He turned us around so I wouldn’t look at the crowd.

“Just look at me, baby. I’m all yours right now.” he whispered into my ear as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Shawn I don’t know what to say…you even got a tux” I giggled as I finally realized his black tux. Shawn laughed softly and shrugged.

“I know you really wanted to go to prom, babe. This is the best I could think of.”

I ran my fingers through Shawn’s hair on the back of his neck, pressing my lips against his as my eyes slowly closed.

I ignored all of the cheers that came from the fans as we kissed. Smiling, I pulled away. Shawn then leaned in once again and pecked my lips softly as we swayed softly to the beat.

“Thank you for everything, Shawn. The dress….I don’t even know how you got it. But thank you.” I whispered as I leaned my forehead against his.

Shawn stayed quiet and pulled me in closer.

I looked at all of the fans waving their flashlights side to side, and then at the moon that shined brightly in the middle.

“I love you so much Y/N. I wish you would have told me earlier. But tonight, right now, it’s you and me under the stars.” He whispered back into my ear.

camp f*ck

pairing: park jimin x oc
genre/rating: smut, mature themes, language
words: 11.3k
summary: you’re working at a camp (kinda like camp rock) sexually frustrated and very single, when the camp suddenly decides to make more money by opening their doors for older “kids”. you come across park jimin, who makes it more than clear that he would like to get to know you better in more than one way

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TalesFromRetail: My one and only day in retail

Hello there, long time lurker, first time poster.
This is a story that happened two years ago when I was still a university student. During my studies I worked as a waitress sometimes, but never really in retail.
I was active for a student team of a certain charity organisation though, which means we volunteered some of our time for organising events to make money for the charity. Sometimes we would also do so-called ‘work actions’, meaning we would work for an employer for one shift or one day and the employer would give the money we made to the charity. These are quite popular with every kind of student organisation in my city, really.

We did one of those 'work actions’ for a supermarket in the city. There were 6 of us extra workers (in a pretty small supermarket), we were supposed to only stock the shelves and if we were asked questions, we should send the customers to the regular employees. We were also wearing different uniforms from the regular employees and had no name tags.
Still, I got questions by customers every 3 minutes and if I could answer them myself I did, but to the rest I had to explain that I am not a regular employee and then I looked with them for someone who could answer their question. Most people were a bit confused, but patient.
Not everyone though.
I was approached by SL(spaghetti lady) and her boyfriend. By the way, I admit that I could have chosen my words a bit better in the following dialogue.

SL: 'Excuse me? I found this pack of spaghetti. It is ripped open on this side, see? What do I do with it? Does it get thrown away? Or can I get a discount on it?’
Me: 'Ah, I’m sorry, I don’t actually work here. Let me get a colleague, who knows what to-’
She then threw the spaghetti on the floor and stomped off. I heard her boyfriend imitate me ('I don’t work heeeere!’) while following her. Needless to say I had to clean up the spaghetti that had spilled over the whole floor.

So yeah, this was my one day (actually even only 4 hours) of working in retail. I was quite happy it was my only one.
Edit: words.

By: finilain


Historic costume designer Maxwell Barr dresses a model in 18th century fashion and explains about clothes at that time. I don’t know what this says about me, but I could cheerfully dress like that every day and just admire myself in the mirror. I’m not saying fashion like that should come back - lots of women would find it impossible and annoying - but for me, aesthetically speaking, it’s just so gorgeous.Especially that first dress she wears, I think I could wear it every day, the colours and patterns… so pretty!

Monsta X reaction to finding you fast asleep w/ their clothes on

Request: “Hi can you please make a reaction where the boys (all. Sorry if it’s too much ㅠ.ㅠ) find you sleeping on their clothes.” -anon

Hey anon! Thank you so much for requesting this and I really appreciate it :) I hope you like it! :) If you want to read more, click here! credits to all of the owners of these gifs :)

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Shownu; Shownu would be really giddy about it. Coming home after a stressful day, he would find you fast asleep on the couch wearing his over-sized shirt and shorts. All of his stress would be gone in an instant and a fatherly smile would appear of his face. Look at how cuddly he looks ;u; 

He would kneel down and lovingly stare at you, caressing your cheeks and pushing away the strands of hair covering your face before carrying you back to your room.

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Jooheon; By the time he lays eyes on you fast asleep with his sweater on, he would try to wake you up with a pout on his face. Despite the fact the groans and whines you give him, he still continues to wake you up. He couldn’t bear the look on your face as it gave him so much feels.

When you finally gave up and decided to wake up on behalf of your dear sleep, he would whine and say, “Babeee, why are you wearing my sweater and look so cute in it? If you continue to wear things like this I might not be able to control myself.”

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Wonho; Being the Wonho that he is, he would literally find you sexy but at the same time cute. As soon as he steps foot on your room, his eyes would slowly observe your sleeping figure but a smile would appear on his face when he see’s that you’re wearing his hoodie and sweats. 

He would hurriedly remove his clothes and wear his pajamas before plopping his whole body beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist and would whisper things like, ‘Jagi, you’re so cute.’ ‘How can you also be hot and sexy at the same time?’, despite the fact you’re already fast asleep.

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Kihyun; When he came home after their World Tour, he hurriedly went home, only to see you fast asleep in his hamster onesie. At first he would think ‘What’s up with her?’ but then soon realizes how much you’ve missed him. He would chuckle and smile to himself. 

He would probably pull out his camera and take pictures of you, checking at every single preview of the shots he took, thinking of how cute you looked. I think his photo shoot of you would take a good fifteen minutes before joining you to bed, wrapping his arms around you, laughing to himself before drfiting off to dreamland.

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I.M; With you just wearing his shirt and a really short short, he wouldn’t really know how to react by it. Should he cover you up? Wink at you even though you’re fast sleep? But then, the craziest thing would come into his mind. After changing into his pajamas, he would lay beside you and poke you anywhere until you wake up.

By the moment you open up your eyes, he would start winking at you, giving you kissy faces and other seductive typical Changkyun expressions. “Rawrr, you look so hot babe. RAAAWWRRR!”  

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Minhyuk; Minhyuk would probably notice it by the minute he steps foot on the living room. He would be so ecstatic about it, trying to stop himself from squealing at how cute you looked with his stripped jacked and shorts on. But then he would fail since he couldn’t control his feels from screaming his heart out. 

You would be awaken by his screaming, rubbing your eyes while searching for the source of noise, only to make him scream more. “You’re so cute, jagiya! Omo, I should buy the two of us couple shirts! Or I should give you some of my clothes so that I can come home to this every single day!”

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Hyungwon; Well, let me tell you something. This boy, unlike Minhyuk, he wILL not be able to notice what you’re wearing right away. All he could ever think of was get changed and sleep right away. By the minute he wakes up, he still wouldn’t notice it even though you were still fast asleep. 

But then by the time he notices it, he would laugh and would shake you by the arm, waking you up with a big smile plastered on his lovely face. “Aww, babe, you’re wearing my shirt… aww, it looks like a dress on you.” Well, he’d be laughing his butt off when you looked like a kid wearing a shirt that looks like a dress on you.

Bang bang alley ~ Part two

Originally posted by annabartollo

Theme ~ Gangster/Mafia AU

Pairing ~ Choi Seunghyun x reader x bigbang members

Ratings/warnings ~ Angst, a small feature of smut and a little swearing.

Series one ~ | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 |

Series two

You let out a sigh as you sat in the back room of your boutique, boxes cluttered the room just like your mind was cluttered with the thoughts of Seung hyun that night in the alley and the memories of the time in your life you had spent together. You were so happy, no one had ever came close to making you feel how he did. He was so supportive of you and your dreams, he treated you like a princess, he was always eager to hear what you had to say and always made time for you. Even though other men had treated you similar it was never quite the same, you couldn’t explain it but the way he made you feel was so different from others. Even though you had dated for a while you would still feel giddy every time you saw him and your heart would race with every touch and with every kiss.

“Never seen her before” the words cut as deep as the voice that said them. Even though you hurt him you never expected him to say something like that, it took you a long time to get over him after you broke it off that night, it took months of crying and wallowing in your own self pity before you even began to feel normal again. Long after you had parted your dreams were haunted with the image of his tear soaked face filled with pain, often waking up breathless from crying hysterically at the image.

You still felt a connection to him, like a force was trying to drag you back to him, you had tried to ignore it but for each day of the week that passed since you saw him, the feeling only grew stronger. The need to see his face again and to see if he was now happy enveloped your every thought so you could no longer think of anything else. You picked up your phone and hit speed dial.

“Hello?” Hyorin answered.

“I want to go out” you simply stated.

“Where?” Hyorin asked confused.

“To a club”

“Really?” Hyorin asked with excitement clearly lacing her voice.


“But you never go to clubs, would you even have something to wear?”

“That’s why I called you” you said with a small smile.

“You mean you’re going to finally let me give you the make over that I have been begging you to let me do for a year now?”


You had to pull the phone away from your ear to prevent the loud squeal that Hyorin let out from bursting your ear drum.

“Where are we going?” Hyorin’s now chirpy voice asked.

“It’s a surprise”

“I don’t think this is the right place for your first club” Hyorin said in a concerned tone as the Uber you were both in pulled up outside club Bang Bang.

“Don’t worry about it” you said as you opened the door and stepped out onto the street.

“Is it because of that guy? Who is he anyway?” she asked as she stepped out behind you.

“Just an old friend” you simply stated before heading down the alley way and into the club.

As you walked up the stairs the sound of the music and the bass vibrated through the walls, the sound getting louder the closer you got to the top. You stood in awe of the amount of people that were packed into the club enjoying themselves as if it was their last night on earth. Hyorin pointed at the bar and you nodded in response, she grabbed your hand and pulled you through the crowd towards the bar, every man the two of you passed eyed you like you were pieces of meat, this was exactly the reason you never went to clubs. You always thought of clubs as nothing more then a place for men to pick up women and get drunk while doing it, commentating on who they thought was the hottest one there, causing them to have an egotistical competition of who could get the best catch. This idea never appealed to you, you were never one for one night stands let alone being served up on a platter.

Hyorin ordered you a drink as you scanned the room, looking for the man you had come there to see, but he was nowhere to be found. As your eyes looked over the dance floor you saw a familiar blonde haired guy in the DJ booth, having the time of his life behind the mixing board, surrounded by beautiful women. You gazed above him and noticed a tinted glass panelling, it was a one way window, you stood staring at the glass as if you knew someone was looking back.

Seung hyun stepped closer to the glass when he noticed you standing at the bar, staring at the room he was in as if you could see him. A slight smirk formed on his lips as he realised why you were here, to see him.

“We need to get this right, if we can get the deal with the Kang clan we could increase our market by 20%” a green haired man sitting in an arm chair that faced the window said. “Hyung, are you listening to me?”

Seung hyun nodded as he kept watch over you, his smirk now gone. A group of men off to the side were eyeing you up and talking amongst themselves, surely about the tight black dress you were wearing. ‘Why did you have to wear that here?’ he internally scolded you, an outfit like that in a place like this would only cause you trouble.

“Good, he will be back in a week, I’ll need my right hand man there with me” the man with the green hair said as he stood up and made his way over to Seung hyuns side.

“We’ll be ready, like always” Seung hyun said in a deep tone, his eyes still glued to you and the group of guys that now seemed to be getting rather rowdy.

“Who is she?” the man asked as he looked out at you.

“No one” Seung hyun said coldly.

“Right” he chuckled. “That’s why you can’t take your eyes off her, I don’t blame you though, not when she’s in that dress”

“Just someone I knew in a past life” Seung hyun said as he signalled for the man that was stood in the corner.

The man walked over to the others and looked out the window, Seung hyun pointed to the group of men that were now beginning to make an approach on you. The man nodded at him and then left the room.

“In all the years I have known you I’ve never once seen you look at a woman like you’re looking at her” the man said still looking at you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” Seung hyun said as he shifted uncomfortably causing the other man to chuckle.

“Just don’t let it interfere with our work” the man said as he patted Seung hyun on the shoulder before walking back and sitting in his chair.

Seung hyun watched as his men gathered up the group and lead them out of the club, your body visibly relaxed when the men were escorted away from you and not that he would like to admit it, but his own body mimicked yours.

You silently thanked god when the group of drunk men were kicked out, at least it was a good enough establishment to recognise when people had had too much to drink and were about to cause trouble. You looked over to the large window as you wondered if he was there watching out for you like he always used to and if he was the one to remove the men.

“Come on, lets dance” Hyorin said before grabbing your arm and leading you out on to the dance floor.

You stood there for a moment feeling completely out of place before slowly moving your hips side to side with the music, you scanned the room once again hoping you would finally see him.

“You’re looking for him” Hyorin shouted over the music.

“No, I’m just looking at the décor, I need some ideas to update the boutique” you said trying to sound convincing.

“I thought I told you not to lie to me, I can see right through you, who is he?” she questioned but before you could respond a man with green hair approached you.

“May I steal this beautiful creature for a dance?” the man asked as he looked at your friend. Hyorin giggled as she took his hand, you watched as he lead her deeper into the crowd of dancing bodies before disappearing completely.

You looked around again, this time because you had no idea what to do with yourself, this was your first night out at a club after all and your friend had just left you alone. Your heart raced when you saw him, standing by the bar you had been at moments ago, watching you with his hands in his pockets. He smirked at you as he made his way across the room, only breaking eye contact when he disappeared through a door. You wanted to follow him but your feet felt heavy, like they didn’t want to move as if they were telling you not to, but you forced them one in front of the other as you ventured to find him.

You passed through a hallway with a few people scattered in it, leaning against the walls stopping mid conversation to stare at you as you passed, giving you the feeling that you were not supposed to be there. When you came to the end of the hallway there was a glass sliding door that lead out on to a large dark balcony, you took a quick look around but no one was there. You walked to the edge and sighed as you lent against the railing, you’d lost him, your one chance to talk to him again and you missed it.

“Are you looking for me?” a deep voiced called from behind you.

You span around on your heels but you couldn’t see anything, your eyes darted to a particularly dark corner, a glowing red ember floating in mid air caught your eye.

“Since when do you smoke?” was all you could think of to say.

“Since you left me” Seung hyun said coldly as he stepped out into the light and you looked at your feet. “A lot of things have changed since we last spoke princess, things change, isn’t that what you said?”

“I….” you tried to form a sentence, to apologise but the look in his eyes was making your mind foggy.

“But you’re still the same” Seung hyun said as he approached you.

“No I’m not” you said defensively as you stepped back, your back hitting the railing.

Seung hyun was quick to close the gap, trapping you between his body and the railing, he grabbed you waist with one hand and caressed it with his thumb as he looked directly into your eyes for the first time in years.

“Your body may be different but the rest of you is still the same”

“No it’s not” you whispered.

“Did you wear this just for me? To let me see that you’re a woman now?” he asked as he looked down at your dress, noticing the ring that hung on a chain around your neck.

“No” you said as your breaths became shallow in your chest, the dress Hyorin had given you was so tight that you felt as though you would burst out of it.

“Liar” Seung hyun growled as his gaze shifted from your heaving breasts back to your eyes.

“Why would I get dressed up for a man I’ve never met before?” you said coldly making him chuckle. Seung hyun pushed your hair to the side exposing your neck and you let out a small whimper as he blew air over it, after all this time he still remembered the most sensitive places on your body.

“See, you haven’t changed one bit, see you around princess” Seung hyun whispered in your ear before releasing you from his grip and headed back into the club, leaving you lightly panting alone on the balcony.

Seung hyun smiled as he made his way down the hallway and back to the club, he was happy that he could still get you worked up and even happier that he left you that way but he would be lying if he said he didn’t still feel something for you, the bulge growing in his pants from such small contact was evidence of that. He felt something more then just lust, there was a familiar spark, a warmth, that ignited within him when he laid eyes on you again and he could feel it getting bigger after seeing you tonight and he didn’t like it. He had been cold and indifferent for years and seeing you again was changing all of that, he couldn’t allow it to continue, it would only affect his work. He needed to get over this feeling and get you out of his head.

Seung hyun searched the club until he found the closest woman that looked like you, instead of opting for the subtle approached he walked straight up to the woman and crashed his lips against hers. At first she was taken aback by his actions and tried to push him away but eventually she gave in and relaxed into the kiss as she grasped at his shirt. As soon as Seung hyun felt her body relax against his he knew he had her hooked, he pulled away grabbing her hand and lead her away from the crowded club to somewhere a little more private.

Feeling as though things had gone a little too far considering you were in a committed relationship, you decided it would be best to leave. You tried to find Hyorin in the crowded club but it was to no avail, instead you sent her a text to tell her that you were tired and decided to go home.

Seung hyun was right, he had changed so much in the years you had lost contact, he was no longer the shy, goofy, kind hearted young man you had once known. Now he was full of confidence, stern and filled with indifference and you knew you were partly to blame, you broke his heart.

When you finally got home you decided to go straight to bed, maybe a good nights rest would clear your mind and rid it of any trace of him.

Sweet beaded across Seung hyuns forehead as he pounded mercilessly into the girl that laid quivering beneath him. Her screams got louder as she clenched around him and he knew she was close, the only problem was that he wasn’t. It wasn’t like he wasn’t turned on by her, any man would be if they had a girl as hot as her screaming and wriggling underneath them, she just wasn’t you. She looked like you but not entirely and what he needed was to see you. Seung hyun squinted his eyes and he immediately felt his high closing in, the resemblance when he did this was uncanny and the extent of how much it actually turned him on caught him by surprise. The girl screamed his name as she clawed at his back just how you used to, the action finally allowing him to release the built up tension.

As soon as he was done he rolled off her and threw the used condom in the bin, there was no way he was going to go bare back with a girl he had never met before. Seung hyun thought that this would have gotten rid of the residual feelings he had for you but it had only made it worse, it was like you had poisoned him and no matter how much he tried to flush it out of his system the toxicity just kept multiplying.

The girl stood up and began to get dressed, she knew exactly what this was.

“Could you stay?” Seung hyun asked the girl as he watched her getting dressed, a look of shock plastered on her face from his words.

“You want me to stay?” she asked and Seung hyun looked away from her.

“At least until I fall asleep….” he replied.

“Ok….” she said softly as she removed the few clothes she had just put on.

Seung hyun closed his eyes as he felt the girl lay beside him, he put his arms around her and pulled her into him so she was practically laying on top of him and surrounded by his embrace, just how he remembered you liked when you were in college and just for a moment it felt like the old days.

When he woke in the morning the girl was gone, he sighed as his thoughts immediately went to you and just how good you looked last night and the ring that hung around your neck.

“She kept it, after all these years”

'How did I get so lucky?’ Seung hyun thought to himself as he watched you focusing on your studies. The scent of your perfume mixed with the smell of the freshly cut grass you were sat on filled the air around him and he couldn’t help but notice how the low light of the spring afternoon made your skin appear as if it were sparkling.

“Oppa, stop staring” you scolded him.

“I can’t help it, why don’t you stop being so beautiful and maybe then I wouldn’t stare” he teased as he poked your cheek and you giggled.

“You are such a pabo”

“Yeah but I’m your pabo” he said before grabbing you and pulling you to the ground with him so that you were laid on top of him. Seung hyun reached up and brushed your hair behind your ear, his hand lingered so that it could cup your face. “I love you princess”.

“I love you too, even if you are a pabo” you giggled.

“I want you to have this” he said removing the ring that he always wore on his thumb and handed it to you. “I wanted to give you something to show you how much I love you and that I would give anything just to be with you”

“Oppa…..” you gasped as you looked wide eyed at his ring.

“I’m sorry it isn’t much, I wanted to give you the most beautiful ring in the world but I’m broke. I promise to get you a proper one when I get some money.” Seung hyun chuckled.

“No, it’s perfect” you said with a smile before crashing your lips against his.

Seung hyun got out of bed and put on his boxers and headed out to the kitchen for his ritualistic morning coffee.

“And here he is, the man of the hour” the man with the blonde hair announced as he gave a small round of applause but the other three kept still.

“What the fuck are you talking about Seungri?” Seung hyun growled as he grabbed the pot of brewing coffee.

“I’m talking about the champion love maker, she was screaming so loud I thought you were murdering her” Seungri chuckled.

“Fuck off, it’s to early for your shit” Seung hyun snapped back.

“Well she must have been good, that’s the first one I’ve seen you let stay the night” Seungri stirred.

“Do you ever just shut the fuck up?” Seung hyun growled as he stared the other man down.

The man with the green hair shifted in his seat and lowered the newspaper he was reading to assess the situation, Seung hyun was clearly upset, his body was tense and the line across his forehead that appeared when he furrowed his brow was visible.

“Out, the three of you, I need to talk business with hyung” the man commanded and the three did as they were told.

“He is right you know” the man said as he held his newspaper back up.

“That little fucker? You’ve got to be kidding” Seung hyun scoffed as he sat across from the man.

“That was the first girl you’ve let stay”

“So what?” Seung hyun said defensively.

“So it has nothing to do with how much she looks like the girl you were watching last night?” the man asked with a slightly amused expression as he folded the newspaper and threw it on the table between them.

“I didn’t notice” Seung hyun said as he took a sip of his coffee.

“Oh really?” he asked with a chuckle but Seung hyun didn’t respond. “Look, I’m all for you to finally get a girlfriend but you need to get this under control, we have the weapons deal in a little under a week and I need your head in the game not on some chick. We have a lot of money riding on this and I don’t want anything to fuck it up”.

“Please don’t do this” Seung hyun begged.

You stood there, unable to speak, your heart breaking as you watched the tears roll down the cheeks of the man you loved.

“I don’t care what my family says, I told you I would give anything to be with you and if that means I have to give them up then so be it, as long as I have you I don’t need anyone else” he said as he reached out for you but you moved away before he could touch you.

“It’s not just about them Seung hyun and you can’t just throw them away like that, they’re your parents. Did you just think we would run away and get married and everything would be sunshine and rainbows? We are young and broke, we would only end up resenting each other in the end. You would resent me because I broke you away from your family and I would resent you for needing me so much after you left them” you shouted as you tried to choke back the tears.

“But I love you” he said wiping away his tears.

You wanted nothing more then to go back on what you said, to hold him and tell him that everything was going to be ok, but you knew what you had to do. It was better this way, you wouldn’t allow yourself to be the wedge that came between him and his family or his chance at a better future, no matter how much you loved him.

“I don’t love you, not any more” you said surprisingly composed considering you were falling apart on the inside.

“Liar” he yelled, his face contorted and you knew that was the moment, that was the exact moment you broke his heart.

“Things change Seung hyun, goodbye” you said before quickly walking out the door, unable to endure the hurt in his eyes any longer.

As soon as you got outside his building you broke down, you fell to your knees and let out a guttural scream as an outlet for the pain that was pent up inside. You knew it was going to be hard but not this hard, but it had to happen. As long as he was with you he wasn’t interested in anything else, you had to do this for his future, just like his father had said.

“Hey, wake up” a voice called to you.

You jerked up in your bed, panting as you clutched at the pain in your chest.

“It’s ok baby, it was just a dream” Dong-won said as he cupped your face, wiping away the tears with his thumbs.

“You’re home, you’re not supposed to be back for another week” you said still

“I know, I felt bad about missing our anniversary so I came home early with a surprise” he said softly with a smile.

“What is it?” you asked, your breaths now finally back to normal.

“Well, I was thinking that we have been together for a while now and how happy you’ve made me since the very first date we went on and how lucky I am to have such a beautiful, patient and understanding woman like you in my life…..” Dong-won got off the bed and knelt in front of you pulling out a little black box from his pocket, he opened it and held it up to you, your eyes widened and your mouth dropped open when you saw the diamond ring. “Marry me?”.

“I….” you couldn’t say anything else, you were so stunned.

“Well?” he asked with a smile and you chewed your bottom lip as you considered your answer.

Kissing Isaac Lahey

A/n: My first time doing anything like this, let me know what you think. I wasn’t crazy about it but if you all like them I could try doing more and see if I grow to like them.

Originally posted by fyeahdanielsharman


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