Daniel Seavey - The Leap

Word count: 1042 

Summary: You jump on the back of a stranger, who turns out to be quite the good-looking young man.

You were in your bathroom doing your makeup hastily. The time was 1150 AM and you were supposed to meet your best friend, Ryan, 1200 AM at a nearby cafe. Yet you had not gotten dressed or eaten. To say the least, you were late.

For todays makeup you had tried to do a not-to-glam-but-not-to-natural look, and you were fairly happy with the result. The look included a light coverage bb-cream set with powder, a light bronze, concealer, blush, highlighter, lightly done eyebrows and mascara. You were left with a dewy, bronzy look, that complimented the tan you had gotten after being two weeks in Spain.

Just as you finished the last coat of mascara your phone rang. You rushed over to get it. Unsurprisingly the called ID displayed the name Ryan.

“Hi,” you said as you picked up the phone. You tried to sound as cheerful as possible.

“Ello,” Ryan answered, just as cheerful as you. “I am just calling to inform you that i will be slightly late,” he continued. You felt relieved.

“No problem, I am on my way there, but I will just slow down a bit,” you lied. A litte white lie wouldn’t hurt. 

“Thank you! I will see you in, 10 minutes?” 

“Yeah, I can not wait! I have missed you so much!”

“I have missed you to Y/N,”

“See ya,”

This was perfect, now you might actually be “on time”. You had a habit of always coming late. No matter what you did, you could not be on time. Obviously Ryan had suffered from this, so you wanted to impress him by actually being on time this time, or at least he’d think so.

Your rushed to your closet and grabbed a white lace playsuit with a low neckline because you figured it would look amazing with your tan. And you were not wrong. To ad to the look you put on a super cute crystal necklace you had bought in Spain.

You lacked motivation, and time, to make breakfast so you grabbed an apple to go. As soon as your white nikes were on your feet and your purse was over your shoulder you were out the door.

The cafe was only a few minutes away so you decided it would be faster to walk that to wait on the bus. You pulled out your phone and checked the time; 1200. 

“Impressive,” you mumbled to yourself. You put the phone down and decided to take a bite of the apple, something you soon were to regret. You had just brushed your teeth. The apple tasted awful. You threw it away instantly. 

On cue your stomach growled, reminding you how hungry you actually were. You picked up the pace and soon enough you could see the cafe in the distance.

You started walking even faster, mostly because you were so excited, but also because you were super hungry. As you were inching in on the cafe you saw him. At first you were a bit disappointed he had come before you, but you soon got over it. God it had been to long. 

You started running towards him. 

“Ryan!!!” you yelled only meters away. Now that you were close enough you decided to leap onto his back. You made the jump, only to regret it milliseconds after. This wasn’t Ryan. Ryan was shorter and more muscular. This person also had darker hair than Ryan. Actually when you thought about it, he and whoever this poor person was, looked nothing alike.

As you hit the guys back you instantly knew this was gonna end badly. You felt the boy’s legs giving in because of the sudden weight of another human being. In the fall you pushed yourself away from the poor guy in an attempt to not land on him. You hit the pavement and you could already feel your cheeks heating up. You were contemplating whether or not to get up or stay down. In the end you figured it would be dumber to stay down.

As you were getting up you could already see the boy on his feet. His face had a confused look, and he actually seemed to have an comedic look on the situation, luckily. Now that you were on your feet you felt your cheeks flaming.

“I am SO sorry! I was meeting my friend, and you were here and I thought you were him, even though you actually don’t even look remotely alike. I am just really, really sorry,” you rambled until the boy stopped you by putting a hand on your shoulder. As he did that you stopped and made eye contact with him for the first time. 

WHAT? He was GORGEOUS. He had these intense blue eyes. His jawline was so freaking straight you didn’t need a spirit level. And his smile? He had this super adorable tooth gap. 

“Hey! Calm down, please. Honestly it’s fine,” he said calming you while smiling, showing his tooth gap. “I am Daniel,” he introduced himself while putting out a hand. A hand you obviously took. 

“I am sorry,” you joked. 

Humor was your defense mechanism for when you felt unsafe or unsecure. The boy laughed, again showing his tooth gap. 

“You are funny, I like that.” Was he flirting? 

“Are you seriously flirting with me after I basically tackled you to the ground,” you asked genuinely confused. 

“I guess I am.”

There was an awkward silence. Daniel took out his phone and handed it to you.

“Put your number in here,” he said it more as an command than a question, and to be honest, you were more than happy to. 

After putting your number in you handed it back to him. 

“Sorry again,“ he laughed at the fact that you had put sorry as your name. “What is your actually name?" Just as you were about to say it Ryan came. 

"I have to go, that’s my friend, the one I thought you were. It was nice meeting you Daniel." 

"THATS HIM! We do not look anything alike." 

"I know” you said making the both of you laugh. 

“Goodbye then. It was nice meeting you to Sorry. I will call you.”

Throwback Little Mix Perform On Ellen DeGeneres | 4th November 2015


Playsuit -  ASOS 70’s Playsuit with Blouson Sleeve and Lace Insert: Sold Out

Shoes -  Guess Gandy Leather Ankle Boots: Sold Out


Shoes - Public Desire Ivy Knee Length Heels in Black Faux Suede: Sold Out

Playsuit -  TopShop Petite Velvet Lace Playsuit: Sold Out


Jacket -  TOPSHOP Velvet Boyfriend Jacket: Sold Out

Trousers -  TopShop Velvet Slouch Trousers: Sold Out

Shoes -  River Island Black patent heeled ankle boots: Sold Out


Silver top - Jane Bowler SS/16

Party - Jiyong / Gdragon ( angst ) PART I

Hello!!!! new scenario kekekekek. This is when you see him at a party after breaking up with you.


The Party. The YG family 2015 Party. The late nights, flashing lights, dazzling dresses and handsome men. All in just… two weeks.
The Party. The YG family 2015 Party. The late nights, flashing lights, dazzling dresses and handsome men. All in just… two weeks.

To say you were nervous was an understatement. In any case you’re about to have a heart attack.

You’re YG family’s, or more specifically, BIGBANG’s stylist dongsaeng. You were a kid in university, majoring in Fashion and Design, and working for BIGBANG as a stylist part-time.

Why did this all matter?

Well, to make it simple… you and Jiyong broke up last year.

But of course, you couldn’t just NOT do make-up for BIGBANG because of your relationship; you needed this job. You needed it to pay off university.

So as you can imagine, the last year had been painfully awkward. But fortunately you weren’t their only stylist, of course, so you always got your other stylist friends to do Jiyong in your place.

But the party… you were supposed to go with somebody… but, well, who?!

“I could go with Seunghyun! Choi, of course,” you said.

“That bingu is going with his sister,” Chaelin said, and T.O.P wasn’t far away. He had just walked into the room in the midst of your conversation with Chaelin.

“Sorry, ____. Why don’t you go with Jiyong?” he asked sarcastically.

“Not funny Choi Seunghyun,” You said and threw your jacket at him.

“Kidding! Woah there, hold it woman,” He defended himself.

“I just won’t go then. You can’t stop me. Neither can sajang-nim,”

“Yes he can,” Youngbae suddenly chimed in as he strolled into the room; catching all of you by surprise.

“Why are all of you randomly coming in! For all i know Jiyong is eavsdropping,” you groaned.

“He might be,” Youngbae, Seunghyun and Chaelin said at the same time.

“All of you suck,” you snorted.

“You’re receiving an award, ____. You have to be there.” Youngbae said.

“I can just call in sick!” you defended.

But you knew it was it, you would have to go.

“Just go, ____. Its been a year. Show him, girl!” Chaelin cheered.

“Noooooo,” you buried your face into Seunghyun’s chest.

“Oh! Wait! Youngbae who are you-”

“I’m going with Hyorin,” he interrupted.

“Oh. Yeah I forgot about that,” you said.

“I’m dead guys.”


You adjusted your outfit.

You were wearing a long black playsuit with lace detailing and a gold necklace with gold pumps.

You looked… hot. Pretty damn hot.

You can do this, you breathed. I’m sure you can.

Or not.

You thought again as you walked out of your house to the party.


Arriving at the party, you glanced around to look for people. But it was just a bunch of unfamilliar faces. You were still young and did not know many people and you had just joined.

This was going to be an awkward train-wreck, you thought.

“____!” you saw Seungyoon from WINNER running to you.

You styled WINNER occasionally and had grown quite close to them.

“HI LOSER!” you smiled at him and he smiled back, suddenly pausing to look you up and down.

“Woah… noona…” he fawned at you.

You winked at him.

He placed his hand on his forehead and pretended to stumble and faint, making you giggle.

“Stop it, pabo,” you slapped him lightly on the chest.

Then, something caught your eye.

Stop looking, you’re going to get hurt.

But you couldn’t stop staring, no matter how much it tore you.

Stop looking, ____. It’s not worth the pain.


But it’s been one year.

Shouldn’t I still feel the pain.

You glanced up and saw all that you didn’t want to see. Why did you even choose to look up? You knew you were going to be hurt anyway. But you still did.

Jiyong and two girls grinding up on him was all you needed to see for all your past memories to be brought back and for all the pain and agony too start rushing back to your head.

The two girls were probably backup dancers; you had styled them before. They wore short and tight lace black cocktail dresses and high black strappy stilettos.

Did he not remember? Is he not remorseful?

Just then, Jiyong looked up at you. His face went blank.

You looked down and kept walking.

You shouldn’t care. Not anymore. He’s not your’s anymore.

You should hate him in any case, You shouldn’t care.

But you still did.

You just kept walking, bumping into strangers and mumbling apologizes.

Until you bumped right into somebody’s chest.

“Oh. Ah, hi ____!” The person greeted. He was male, and sounded familiar.

“Hi Youngbae,” you said.

“____ ah… are you… okay?”

You looked up at him and smiled, even though tears were forming at your eyes.

“I’ll… I’ll be just fine,”

And with that you stormed out of the party to the rooftop.

Walking up to the rooftop you gazed at the scenery.

YG always had these parties in this same club, and this was the first time you went for one of them… single.

You looked at the starry night and remembered when Jiyong would bring you here.


“Jagiya,” he cooed as he hugged you from behind.

“It’s so beautiful tonight,” you said.

“Hmm,” he sounded and looked as though he were thinking, “not as beautiful as you,”

“Yah, so cheesy,” you blushed.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it,” he teased and you rolled your eyes.

The two of you enjoyed the silence and the peace of the night.

“Jagiya,” you called, “don’t you ever want to see the stars up close?”

He looked down at you and sighed, “I already have one with me…”


The memories of your happy relationship brought tears to your eyes.

But of course, you two broke up for a reason… a big one.


“Jiyongie! I’m home!” you called out, full of excitement.

You held the box in your hand as you looked around the house for him.

You crept up the stairs.

“Jiyong ah!” you said, but there was no reply.

Suddenly, the sound of giggles echoed throughout the house.

As you continued walking, you started seeing articles of clothing on the floor.

Jiyong’s blazer, a blouse, a pair of high heels and Jiyong’s button-down.

It can’t be… right?

But it was.

You pressed open the door to his room.

It’s over, you thought, as you dropped your box on the floor and walked away.

What did you see?

Jiyong standing straight, naked, with a naked girl on her knees in front of him… I’ll leave the rest to your imagination.

But it was enough. Enough to tell you that it was over between you and Jiyong.

For good.

He didn’t call you, or even try to chase you.

He just picked up the box you dropped and knew that that would have been the last time he would see you.

“Happy anniversary! xx love you xx ” it read.

Types of BJD Clothing Styles

The ?: is it a boy? Is it a girl? Both? Who knows? All we know, is that it is stinkin’ cute.

The Loli: has their bows and frills in place, loves to twin with their owners and allthough they might wear off brand, they prefer the high end good stuff.

The Begger: somehow this dolls always comes home with clothes / goodies when they have stayed at your friends house. It is not sure how they work their magic, but hey, don’t look a given horse in the mouth.

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