i bow down to this man

  • normal people: yeah i saw spider-man: homecoming! it was really good!!
  • me: I'VE SEEN IT 3 TIMES ALREADY AND STILL WANT TO SEE IT AGAIN AND TOM IS A SMOL BEAN WHOM I LOVE AND NO ONE CAN TELL ME OTHERWISE AND BOW DOWN CAUSE SPIDER-MAN IS A FRIGGIN ADORKABLE LIL MUNCHKIN!! FIGHT ME ON IT BOIIII

Alright, so I’ll keep this photo op story short and sweet. I absolutely loved the episode “Regarding Dean” this past season (on that note: dear show, please give Jensen more opportunity to challenge himself, he talked with so much joy about that episode today) and especially the bunny moment, so when I stumbled upon this pillow a few weeks back, I couldn’t resist to buy it thinking of using it for my Jensen op. And needless to say, I did use it and I do really love the outcome, though I am not entirely happy with my mouth, but shhhh, just ignore that! ;)

Anyway, so I walk up to Jensen and probably speak wayyyy too fast due to nervousness and he looks at me intently while I try and tell him in ultra speed that “I absolutely loved the episode and the bunny scene and that I wondered if we can take a picture together all cuddly” and he just goes: “DONE!”, smiles at me and pulls me into a hug. The picture is taken and while I go back he smiles once more and I say thank you so much and he says “thank you”. And I’m just thinking what on earth would you need to thank me for? :’) But it was very sweet and probably made me blush quite a bit.

The Wit of PG Wodehouse

“Unseen in the background, Fate was quietly slipping lead into the boxing-glove.”

“I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled.”

“She looked away. Her attitude seemed to suggest that she had finished with him, and would be obliged if somebody would come and sweep him up.”

“Marriage is not a process for prolonging the life of love, sir. It merely mummifies its corpse.”

“The fascination of shooting as a sport depends almost wholly on whether you are at the right or wrong end of the gun.”

“A melancholy-looking man, he had the appearance of one who has searched for the leak in life’s gas-pipe with a lighted candle.”

“Everything in life that’s any fun, as somebody wisely observed, is either immoral, illegal or fattening.”

“As for Gussie Fink-Nottle, many an experienced undertaker would have been deceived by his appearance and started embalming on sight.”

“This is a bit steep, Jeeves!”
“Approaching the perpendicular, sir.”

“Freddie experienced the sort of abysmal soul-sadness which afflicts one of Tolstoy’s Russian peasants when, after putting in a heavy day’s work strangling his father, beating his wife, and dropping the baby into the city’s reservoir, he turns to the cupboards, only to find the vodka bottle empty.”

“I’m not absolutely certain of the facts, but I rather fancy it’s Shakespeare who says that it’s always just when a fellow is feeling particularly braced with things in general that Fate sneaks up behind him with the bit of lead piping.”

“There is enough sadness in life without having fellows like Gussie Fink-Nottke going about in sea boots.”

“A slight throbbing about the temples told me that this discussion had reached saturation point.”

“At the age of eleven or thereabouts women acquire a poise and an ability to handle difficult situations which a man, if he is lucky, manages to achieve somewhere in the later seventies.”

“This was not Aunt Dahlia, my good and kindly aunt, but my Aunt Agatha, the one who chews broken bottles and kills rats with her teeth.”

“Like so many cows, it lacked sustained dramatic interest.”

“It was one of those cases where you approve the broad, general principle of an idea but can’t help being in a bit of a twitter at the prospect of putting it into practical effect. I explained this to Jeeves, and he said much the same thing had bothered Hamlet.”

“He had the look of one who had drunk the cup of life and found a dead beetle at the bottom.”

“Out on the course each morning you could see the representatives of every nightmare style that was ever invented. There was the man who seemed to be attempting to deceive his ball and lull it into a false security by looking away from it and then making a lightning slash in the apparent hope of catching it off its guard. There was the man who wielded his mid-iron like one killing snakes. There was the man who addressed his ball as if he were stroking a cat, the man who drove as if he were cracking a whip, the man who brooded over each shot like one whose heart is bowed down by bad news from home, and the man who scooped with his mashie as if he were ladling soup.”

“He had just about enough intelligence to open his mouth when he wanted to eat, but certainly no more.”

“What ho!” I said.
“What ho!” said Motty.
“What ho! What ho!”
“What ho! What ho! What ho!”
After that it seemed rather difficult to go on with the conversation.

“She looked as if she had been poured into her clothes and had forgotten to say ‘when’.”

“I always advise people never to give advice.”

“If there is one thing I dislike, it is the man who tries to air his grievances when I wish to air mine.”

“It was one of those parties where you cough twice before you speak and then decide not to say it after all.”

“I know I was writing stories when I was five. I don’t know what I did before that. Just loafed, I suppose.”

“If he had a mind, there was something on it.”

“The voice of Love seemed to call to me, but it was a wrong number.”

“Jeeves lugged my purple socks out of the drawer as if he were a vegetarian fishing a caterpillar out of his salad.”

“The fascination of shooting as a sport depends almost wholly on whether you are at the right or wrong end of the gun.”

“He resembled a minor prophet who had been hit behind the ear with a stuffed eel-skin.”

“I don’t suppose she would recognize a deep, beautiful thought if you handed it to her on a skewer with tartare sauce.”

“Before my eyes he wilted like a wet sock.”

“There are moments, Jeeves, when one asks oneself 'Do trousers matter?’ ”
“The mood will pass, sir.”

“I have no doubt that you could have flung bricks by the hour in England’s most densely populated districts without endangering the safety of a single girl capable of becoming Mrs. Augustus Fink-Nottle without an anaesthetic.”

“It was a confusion of ideas between him and one of the lions he was hunting in Kenya that had caused A. B. Spottsworth to make the obituary column. He thought the lion was dead, and the lion thought it wasn’t.”

me: get over helion you whack noodle

me @ me: think about the way he crosses his ankle over his thigh 

2

After-hours

Without lifting her gaze from the leather folders she was carrying, Hermione hurried into the elevator and distractedly slammed her palm against the button of the ground floor.

“Staying after-hours again, Granger?”

Hermione flinched at the voice that had spoken over the metallic rattling noise of the golden grilles sliding shut and cast a glance over her shoulder at the man leaning against the far wall. She bowed her head in reluctant greeting.

“I’ve got… paperwork,” she muttered, turning away and trying to ignore the heat creeping up her neck.

“Sure. Paperwork…” hummed Malfoy, drawing out the last word in an almost indecent purr. “What about taking this paperwork somewhere else?”

Hermione’s gaze flickered to the golden grilles; they were nearing the Atrium. Malfoy’s office was the closest but they would still have to go back down a few levels.

“I was actually going to suggest my place,” sounded his voice again as though he had guessed her thoughts.

Hermione turned around, a crease appearing between her eyebrows.

“Malfoy…” she started.

“Yes, Granger, I know…” sighed Malfoy, rolling his eyes. “As soon as we take it home it becomes personal. After six months of your repeating it every other night, I get it. What I don’t get is what would be so terrible about it?”

Hermione stood still, taken aback, as the elevator screeched to a halt.

“I don’t- I don’t know…”

“Right,” cut her off Malfoy, his face suddenly shutting, although she glimpsed a flicker of bitterness in his gaze. “After you…” he said coolly, waiting for her to exit the elevator.

Hermione didn’t move.

“I was going to say I don’t know your address,” she said quietly, stepping out into the half-deserted Atrium.

Next moment, she felt a hand settle in the small of her back, firmly steering her to the row of fireplaces.

“Well, that can be easily fixed,” whispered Malfoy’s voice into her ear.

Christian Louboutin Masterpost

“People say I am the king of painful shoes. I don’t want to create painful shoes, but it is not my job to create something comfortable. I try to make high heels as comfortable as they can be, but my priority is design, beauty and sexiness. I’m not against them, but comfort is not my focus.”

The only man who has every really been honest about the extent of his downfall. This post is an update of an old post. Now, for some reason I picture Louboutins being every SB’s first go to pair of designer shoes. Why? Because they are sexy, gorgeous and the bottoms make any man want to bow down. That being said, they are the MOST painful pair of heels I have ever owned. So every little step to stretch/protect them has been worth it. 

How to Make Heels More Comfortable
As he said, louboutin’s will never be comfortable heels - they are not supposed to be. But, here are some tips and tricks you can use to make them a little less uncomfortable. Before we start, I have the So Kate that I wear to functions/dinners/events aka events where I can sit for long periods of time without looking out of place.

1. If your pair has a narrow front, you will need to stretch the leather. If you want to be a badass, then you can stuff your feet in and walk around for hours and eventually make them form - you will hate yourself. OR, you can use the extra help. Double up on some socks, stuff your feet in and shift all of your weight to the front of your feet. Using your blow dryer, apply high heat directly to the shoe. Make sure to relocate weight to the front of the shoe, the back will stretch as well! IF it stretches too much (that’s okay), then use fashion tape on the back to prevent sliding of your foot. I think it is better to stretch too much then not as all and with the tape, you’ll never notice the difference. 

2. Beauty is pain ladies and these epitomize both. Bandage your third and fourth toes with some medical tape, removes pressure from the nerves. You’ll hold out longer.

3. INSOLES for these brand of heels are a MUST. I didn’t realize how much of a difference they made until I did not wear them. HUGE HUGE HUGE difference.

4. When you are walking, be aware of your posture. If you’re an SB then your posture should always been good, in or out of heels. That being said, in these heels relocating your weight to your heel with an erect back makes it less painful. If you’re not used to this then this would feel awkward but you’ll get used to it - I promise. 

How to Protect Your Red Bottoms 

Yes, I like saving money. However, I chose not to go to the cobbler because they wanted to charge me 70 for the base. And, they would not have been able to protect my babies in time. You can do this for under $12, without any damage to the red after. 

Buy the ZAGG InvisibleShield Military Grade Screen Protector (I recommend this brand only because it’s the only one I know that will NOT damage the red.)  

You will want to buy the OG iPad case just in case you mess up, you can do it more than once. OK, so what you will do is clean the bottom of your shoes with a damp cloth and then outline them on the non-sticky part of the protector. DO NOT ACCIDENTALLY BUY THE GLASS PROTECTOR. Now, it is arts and craft time and you will cut out the base the outline of your shoes. Peel the plastic away, spray spray spray your shoes with the provided solution and slowly apply the sticky face, while being aware of air bubbles. You will want to use your windshield wiper thing to remove as many of the air bubbles as possible.

These are my protected So Kate that I have worn so many times and they still look perfect. It may have costed me more time but saved me a little bit of cash money. DISCLAIMER: If you are walking on floors in a kitchen/restaurant that could be greasy then you will want to be EXTRA careful. When you scruff the bottom, you get the real grip of these shoes. But when the bottom has the protector on then there is a little less traction. 

Why Diana and Steve Trevor are better than your OTP

I finally saw WONDER WOMAN today, and wow. Just wow. The film exceeded my already high expectations. Its highly wondrous success will definitely open many doors for women directors and women centric films, I’m sure. WONDER WOMAN 2017 is a force to be reckoned with, and even if a successful women centric film by a woman director like this doesn’t happen again in the near future, we will always have WONDER WOMAN 2017 to be proud of. *bows down to Patty Jenkins and Gal Gadot*

I know WONDER WOMAN is not a romance movie, but I just have to highlight why Diana and Steve are better than almost all pairings.

  • “Would you say you’re a typical example of your sex?”
    “I’m above average.”
    I DIED.
  • When Steve explained “marriage” (the “till death do us part” vow) and “sleeping” to Diana, and she asked, “Do they do that? Do they love each other till death do them part?” And then she asked if the reason Steve didn’t want to sleep with her (by “sleep with her,” she actually meant sleep beside her) was because they weren’t married. Steve was hella awkward!
  • “Why are they holding hands?”
    “Probably because they are together.”
    And then Diana took Steve’s hand and held it in hers. She was so pure!
  • When Diana had to try different outfits to blend into the crowd, and finally, Steve put a pair of eyeglasses on her eyes, and he was staring at her as though she was the most wonderful thing he’d ever seen
  • When Steve casually put his coat on Diana’s shoulders to keep her warm
  • Every single moment that they were fighting together. Diana wanted to save everyone, but Steve told her she couldn’t possibly do that. But Diana insisted. And then she was donning her wonderful Wonder Woman outfit, fighting the bad guys. Seeing Diana fight single-handedly encouraged Steve and his friends to do the same thing. And then they were fighting together. She was running on the roof; he was on the ground, running with her. Steve then remembered how, with the help of the Amazons, General Antiope used a shield to jump up, so when the time came, he and his friends did the same thing to help Diana jump up. THAT WAS EPIC!
  • When they slow-danced under the snow, the snowflakes as their audience. AND THE SCENE AFTER THAT.
  • “What I do is not up to you.”
    Steve knew how strong, capable, and wise Diana was, but he still wanted to protect her in his own ways. 
  • And lastly, even though they had different ways of doing things, which they argued about most of the time, and parted ways in the end, they were always a team that Steve willingly sacrificed his life not only because it was his way to help Diana but also because he knew by doing so, Diana would be able to save the world. 
  • “Diana. I can save today, but you can save the world. I wish we have more time. I love you.” And he handed her his watch before he ran away to save the day as promised. The same watch she asked him about when they first met.

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I always love it when the man and the woman are both badass, fighting on the battlefield together. Diana and Steve Trevor were exactly that. And so much more. *bows down to Gal Gadot and Chris Pine*

Delta (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Pt. 9  A/B/O ❤️

A/N: Okay this ones gonna be emo to the extremo *bursts into tears* But its a good emo nonetheless! I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah ❤️

Warnings: Angsty as heck. Swearing. 

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I’m Your Flirt

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Request: Hey! Do you think you could do something along the lines, where the reader is in the hospital because she had an accident and dean is her nurse and the reader is flirting a lot with him and they fall in love?

Pairing: Nurse!Dean x reader

Word Count: 4,500ish

Warnings: language, injury

A/N: I like this happy, cute, ray of sunshine Dean…


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the beach au

suggested by my good pal @nerdyknows! (also huge thanks to @actualasamisato for helping with the language discrepancies). this one’s a personal favourite.

  • the whole overwatch team’s gathered in an italian beach house for a three-day vacation, ordered by jack ‘dad’ morrison. unfortunately, italian summers are not for the faint of heart, and daytime finds angela ‘mercy’ ziegler laying on top of the air conditioner, with three fans pointed directly at her prone body.
  • ‘i’m glad i’m a robot who can’t feel heat,’ genji says cheerfully as he walks by.
  • ‘fuck off, you ugly green roomba,’ angela mumbles into the air vent. he chuckles.
  • ‘you shouldn’t aggravate your healer in such a manner, genji,’ comes a serene voice. zenyatta floats by; he takes a look at angela and whirrs in empathy, turning his orbs into a large, spinning fan. she lets out a vague sound of thanks.
  • ‘habibti,’ comes the mellow tone of a wonderful voice. fareeha amari steps into view, leaning over angela to peer down at her with an amused expression.
  • ‘you’re upside down,’ angela says.
  • ‘i am indeed,’ she responds, mouth quirking. ‘is the heat treating you badly?’
  • angela groans, burrows further into the lovely cold of the air conditioner. ‘i miss switzerland.’
  • fareeha laughs. ‘how about this? you come to the beach. the ocean’s colder than the air conditioner.’
  • angela gives her a thoughtful glance. ‘okay. i’ll take you up on that. but only,’ and she holds out a finger, ‘if you buy me a litre of ice cream. ja?’
  • ‘understood,’ fareeha says with a grin, and disappears to spread the word.
  • zenyatta makes a curious sound from where he floats above her. ‘i did not know that overwatch allowed patient-doctor relationships.’
  • angela falls off the air vent.
  • ‘we’re not in a relationship!’ she splutters after she ceases choking on her own tongue.
  • zenyatta, the lovely soul, makes a vague sound of understanding. ‘ah. i am sorry for mistaking it. you and captain amari act like you are romantically attached sometimes, and i apologise if i have offended you through coming to this conclusion.’
  • ‘no, you’re alright, zenny,’ angela says, clambering up to reinstate herself on the air vent. ‘i have… considered it, before. but i want her to be happy.’
  • ‘perhaps you should consider that you make her happy,’ zenyatta says, and angela turns over to look at him. ‘but anyways, it is nearly time to go to the beach.’
  • angela sighs, jumps off the air conditioner, and goes to dig out her bathing suit.
  • the team reconvenes at the beach ten minutes later. angela notes, with almost zero surprise, that the varying members of talon have arrived on the scene. 
  • lena is firmly latched to a desperately trying-to-escape widowmaker, talking a mile a minute. she catches angela’s eyes and mouths ‘help’. angela just grins at her and shoots her a thumbs up. sombra’s sipping a cocktail by the beach. her purple bikini matches her implants. akande has detached his gauntlet for the occasion, and is wearing bright gold swimming trunks. he’s holding a large mai tai, tiny umbrella and all. even reaper is there, floating grumpily over the ocean as jack tries to splash him from below.
  • angela surveys the scene, scanning for the other overwatch members. mccree is swimming happily about, and hanzo’s two dragons are frolicking with genji’s dragon in the waves. as angela watches, a blue dragon detaches itself from a game of play wrestling and wanders gracefully over to curl around mccree’s shoulders. he pets it, treading water. he’s not wearing his hat, thank god.
  • genji and hanzo are chatting on the sand, zenyatta floating a few inches above the sand. lucio’s blasting something from a speaker, and hana’s dancing along to it. she hops down to sombra and drags her out of her magazine. sombra protests a little, laughing, sunglasses falling half off her face, but she gives in, and as they go back up to lucio’s dj booth, sombra tugs a smiling satya up into their dancing circle.
  • zarya and mei are far out in the ocean, but angela can see them laughing. mei freezes a little iceberg for her blaster to sit on. bastion’s there as well, ganymede chirping and resting on its shoulder.
  • torbjorn’s tinkering with a few tiny machines that angela thinks are harmless. probably. winston’s setting up a net to play beach volleyball, and lena tugs an unwilling amelie into joining a team. the junkers are there, too. mako lets out a grunt and splashes in, still wearing his mask. he sends a wave of water flying into reaper. jack takes the opportunity to tug him into the ocean, and he surfaces soaking wet and snarling.
  • reinhardt charges in, wearing thor-themed swimming trunks (he bought them because he liked the hammer design), and jumps in, sending up an enormous splash. ana’s lying on the beach, sunbathing, and flicks up her sunglasses to give reinhardt a grin.
  • speaking of amaris- angela cranes her neck around, trying to see-
  • ‘angela! guess who got put on lifeguard duty?’ fareeha appears in her line of vision, and angela nearly faints.
  • she’s wearing a blue overwatch jacket with the sleeves rolled up, ‘amari’ written across the back in bold gold letters. under that, she’s not wearing much at all. just a black sports bra and a pair of red swimming shorts. angela can see every line of definition on her abs. she thinks she might be hyperventilating.
  • ‘angela? are you alright? is it the heat?’ fareeha hovers in front of her, looking concerned.
  • ‘it’s- yeah-’ angela chokes. ‘it’s, uh, the heat. but i’m alright.’
  • ‘if you’re sure,’ fareeha says with a doubtful expression. then it morphs into a breathtaking smile, and she reaches for angela’s wrist, tugging her into the cool water.
  • she splashes angela once they’re waist deep, and angela yelps, chasing her through the waves. she grabs fareeha’s head and tugs her underwater, and they come up with matching grins and gleeful smiles.
  • they clamber out after an hour or so, and team up for an ultra-aggressive game of volleyball. the ball has barely even left winston’s hands when gabe leaps up and smacks it hard. tracer blinks forward, returning it, and it starts an epic war, all recorded on hana’s livestream.
  • afterwards, angela slumps down on the sand, burying her cheek in the warmth of it. a shadow falls over her, and she looks up to see fareeha, grinning down at her. she’s shed the jacket, leaving her in just a sports bra and shorts.
  • ‘come on, sleepyhead,’ fareeha teases. ‘i promised you ice cream.’
  • angela reaches out a lazy hand, and fareeha takes pity on her, crouching down and scooping her up, bridal style. angela nearly faints then and there, and fareeha shifts her around for a moment before transferring her to a piggyback.
  • ‘hey, jesse!’ she shouts, wearing that wonderful competitive smirk. ‘race you to the ice cream? i’m handicapped, but you’re still going to lose.’
  • ‘oh, it’s on,’ jesse drawls, and then runs off. fareeha laughs, and then sprints after him. she overtakes him at the last second, and turns around to stick her tongue out at him, setting angela down. angela’s still a little red-faced (she spent the whole way here practically groping fareeha and she’s in a mild state of shock).
  • ‘i want caramel,’ fareeha declares, turning to angela. ‘you?’
  • angela studies the gelato. ‘i’ll try the sorbetto alla fragola, please.’
  • fareeha grins, producing a wallet out of nowhere. she hands angela her cone with a sweeping gesture, bowing.
  • ‘thank you,’ angela giggles. the man running the gelato store gives them a secret smile.
  • ‘enjoy your holiday, la mia signorina. i have heard many foreigners think italy is very romantic.’
  • angela waits for fareeha to deny it. instead, she just grins. ‘it is, isn’t it?’
  • and then she takes her cone and tugs angela away.
  • they walk until they reach a little stone bridge, and angela lets out a sound of delight, hopping up to sit on the edge. fareeha smiles at her, eyes crinkling. she shuffles a little closer, and angela is caught by how striking fareeha’s eye of horus is, flowing from her dark eyes.
  • ‘i like italy,’ she says, looking for something to say. fareeha huffs out a laugh.
  • ‘angela,’ she says, ‘may i kiss you?’
  • angela’s eyes go wide as saucers, and then she nods frantically.
  • and when they finally kiss, fareeha tastes like chocolate, and she tastes like coming home.
Vacation & Sweatpants Pt.2

(Looked dope so I’m using it)

Series: Dog Mom Life

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom, the Reader, Tessa and Harrison are on a trip to Hawaii part one adventure was on the plane ;)

Warnings: Smut, I write smuts not tragedies

- lmao i h8 myself for trying to make a joke 

Word Count:

A/N: I don’t even know if a think like this exists in Hawaii but just fake it till you make it. Fan Fiction lmao. Might make this into five parts?? Comment if you want 5 or 10 parts.


[Reader’s POV]


“Alright so you and Mr. Holland will stay here” the man gestures to the walkway leading to a big bungalow above the water. The way the candles lit the walkway was mesmerizing. The time you got here it was becoming dark here.


“As for you Mr. Osterfield, you will be in this one right across from them.. No one knows you’re here, there are no people staying in the bungalows on each side of yours so I hope you all enjoy your stay” He bows slightly before walking down the boardwalk towards the sand and hotel.


“C’mon love let’s go check the inside of the place” he smiles tugging your hand in the direction of your home for the next week and a half. Your eyes taking in the beautiful water that surrounded you and seemed to go on for miles and miles. The sunset was gorgeous as the night sky started to fall.


   Walking down the wooded walkway Tessa pushes by running towards the door. She gets to the door  before you and Tom. Turning her head she looks back at you two while her tail wags. Tessa waits for Tom to unlock the door letting her in. A happy bark echoes in the bungalow as she runs around.


   Looking around the place you and Tom find the bedroom. Setting your bags down and unzipping them. The two of you take around fifteen minutes getting everything unpacked. Once you finish you take your suitcases and put them in the closet. Tom does the same once he’s done hanging up his last article of clothing he brought.


   The sound of the water outside was so soothing. Taking off your sweater and changing into a white tank top and nike dri fit spanx. It was your go to outfit when it was hot outside. The air was warm and decided if you could find the switch to the fan. Turning it on you hope it can circulate the air in the room.


   Leaving the bedroom you venture around looking at all the decor taking it all in. You were somewhere new and you loved it. One of the perks of being Tom was going to new places, you loved adventure. The thought of being able to travel was never possible till you met Tom. You’re very thankful for him and so proud of how far he’s come since he became Spider-Man.


   Walking outside you see a stairway leading down to a square dock with lanterns and two white lounge chairs. There was an outside sitting area , each side was blocked by a privacy wall. Seeing shaded area with a rectangle pool that water dripped down on the sides and came back up to the pool. Under the white shade cloth that was hanging you see two white lounge chairs to your right. 


    To your left was a oval couch type place to sit outlooking the water. Different colored pillows sitting on top of the white couch.Heading to the left side you look down to see a glass flooring watching as the water sloshed beneath you. A stone table was near the white couch with three different sized glass candle holders sat on it. A smile on your face as you looked at everything, it was so gorgeous here.


“Do you like it Angel?” Tom asks making you turn to look at him. Nodding your head as you look back out at the water. You could see the sunset setting behind a mountain.


“Thank you for letting me come along Tom” you say taking a seat on the white couch.Your eyes taking in the beautiful view.


“I couldn’t imagine going on a holiday without you love” mentally thinking it’s cute he calls it holiday when you’re used to calling it vacation.


“I love you Tom, don’t forget that when you go back to work after this” you look at him as he sits down next to you. Leaning into him as he wraps his left arm around you pulling you close.


“I love you more, you’re always on my mind when I’m away.. I know we don’t get to escape the real world like this often due to press tours and everything but I’m glad when we can escape that we spend it like this..” His lips kiss the top of your head as the two of you bask in this moment. No paparazzi, no pestering fans tracking him down, it was peaceful.


   Silence like this was calming with the hectic lifestyle you took on once you started dating Tom. Once he said you were his girlfriend your every move got watched. It was stressful and sometimes you would break down from the hate. Yet Tom always knew how to pick you up. He always knew what to say to calm you down and remind you that you’re not alone and have him to fall back on always.


    Your thoughts get interrupted from Tessa jumping on the couch in between the two of you. She licks your face making you laugh and give her a kiss on the head. One positive of living with Tom is getting to be around Tessa. She was a definite pick me up when he was gone.


“Tessa bearrrr, how’s my favorite girl” you coo at her giving her kisses on her face. A bark fills the air as an answer making you smile.


“Let’s see if Harrison won’t mind taking Tessa for tonight” Tom yawns standing up patting his thigh. Tessa follows Tom as he makes his way inside.  


   Getting up you make your way to the bedroom. Opening up one of the drawers for your black bikini. Going into the bathroom you change and look at yourself in the mirror. The swimsuit accentuates your curves nicely. Your thighs touching but not caring because not everyone is perfect and you felt great about yourself. Tom treats you like a Queen even during the times you doubt yourself.


   Grabbing a towel you head back outside where the you were just sitting. Instead you head to the pool setting the towel on a chair. Stepping into the pool and letting your body sink into the water. A sigh escapes your lips as your body eases into the water. It felt so good against your sore muscles.


   Moving to the edge of the pool you cross your arms resting them on the edge. Pushing your hair behind your shoulders you rest your chin on your wrists. Watching as the sun was fulling setting and the night sky was progressing more. Closing your eyes feeling the water move against your skin.


   Arms snake around your waist making your eyes snap open. Jumping slightly you ease when you feel Tom’s lips kiss your exposed shoulder.You didn’t hear him get into the pool, which is super sneaky.Your nerves easing down when you realize it’s Tom.


“Didn’t mean to scare you love, you just looked so peaceful out here” his hands slowly sliding down your body under the water. Hands stopping right at your hips. Thumbs massaging against your skin slowly.


“So Tessa is with Harrison?” you ask tilting your head to the side. A grin appears on his face as he nods. A big cheeky grin.


“He said he would keep her there so he will not be alone, then complained he should have brought a girl here.. But then realized if he did they probably would post something and fuck up the trip” Tom explains backing you up against the wall of the pool. Biting your lip as his lips attach to the skin at the base of your neck.


“F-fuck” you whimper as his hands grip your ass pulling your crotch against his clothed hard on. He moved his hips grinding into you making you tilt your head back. Hair falling over the edge of the pool. The water spilling over the sides at his movements.


“You brought on of my favorite ” he groans against your skin. Of course you brought it, you knew exactly how he felt about this bikini. Feeling his breath against your skin made your heart beat faster.


    You let out a moan at your pussy throbbing and needing more than this. Sliding your hand up to grab onto his curls giving them a tug. He lets out a moan at your fingers in his hair.. Tom’s lips kiss along your neck as he slides his hand into your bikini bottoms. His fingers rubbing up and down your slit achingly slow.


“T-Tom” his name coming out shaky as he inserts two fingers inside you. Moaning into the air as he starts pumping them in and out quicker. The air hits your chest making your nipples harden. He tossed the bikini top towards the back deck with his free hand while he was pleasing you.


Jesus Christ what can’t he do?


“C’moan moan for me angel, no one is near us..” Tom whispers next to your ear as he takes his fingers out of you. He takes your bottoms off throwing them where your top was. A loud moan fills the air as he starts rubbing your clit.


“That’s it, let daddy know how he’s making you feel” his voice deep as his thumb continues to add pressure on your clit. Tom’s lips travel down your neck as you become a moaning mess.


“P-please fuck me, please.. please” you beg gripping his curls tighter. You could feel that you were close and you wanted him fucking you more than anything.


    Tom turns you around so you’re facing the wall of the pool. Your hands gripping on to it for support. You hear another thud happen behind you. Looking back you see Tom’s shorts hanging from the deck. His hands gather your hair into a ponytail tugging it back. You bite your lip as he tugs it back making your eyes flutter shut.


“God you’re so perfect…” His grip on your hair moving your head to the side so he can kiss your neck. Tom’s lets go of your hair letting it cascade down against your back.


   He slides his hands down your back to your sides. Slowly moving them down your curves. Your breathing became ragged from all the endorphins rushing through your body. Tom groans as he slides the tip of his cock up and down your slit.


   You could hear Tom’s breathing from how quiet the air was. Gripping onto the pool wall tightly as he slams into you. A strangled moan leaves your lips at your body slamming into the glass wall. His hands slide up your stomach grabbing your breasts in his grasp. A rough thrust makes your moan come out louder.


“F-Fuck” Tom moans thrusting faster into you, the grip on your breasts not easing up. Your eyes closing as your body moved forward from how hard and deep his thrusts are. Grunts filled the air as Tom took you from behind.


   The water splashed over the edge of the pool as the motion of the water picked up. Your hands slip from the wall causing your chest and Tom’s hands to hit the wall. He swears from the thud his fingers created. His hands move away from your breasts as he takes himself out of you causing you to whine. Turning you around swiftly he lifts your legs up.


   Wrapping your arms around his neck you pull his face down to yours. The kiss needy and full of lust. He quickly inserts himself inside of you again making you gasp into the kiss. Tom’s tongue slips inside rubbing against yours as he thrusts deeply into you. Tugging his curls he moans into the kiss.


   The grip on your hips tighten, his nails digging into your skin. Tom’s lips kiss down your jaw back to your neck. The thrusts so hard made your back hit the wall of the glass pool. Moans filled the air from the both of you. The water feeling so cool against your heating body.


“T-Tom.. I’m close baby” you gasp as he angles your hips making him go deeper with each thrust. The feeling of his cock  sliding in and out of you had you clenching around him. His grunting and moaning is one of the sexiest things you heard.


   Tom lets go of your hip, his hand moving in between the two of you. His thumb starts rubbing quick circles on your clit. Pleasure soars through your whole body with all that’s happening to it. Your hips moving in sync with his as his thrusts started getting slower. Tom’s forehead rested against your shoulder as his biceps flexed while holding you.


   Your stomach clenched as he applied more pressure to your clit. You were a moaning mess beneath him and you didn’t want it to be any other way. Eyes shutting as your orgasm rocks through your body. Moaning from the way your body felt as if it was floating. His release happening after yours because he always insisted “a lady must always cum first.”


“Bloody hell that was great” Tom groans after his hips stopped twitching. He pressed kisses along your collarbone making you open your eyes. Little white dots swirled in your vision once you opened your eyes.


“I swear someone could have heard us” you blushed looking away from him. His fingers grasp your chin making you look back at him. The color of his eyes a shade darker as he looked at you.


“At least they’ll know my girl is being pleased” he grins smiling down at you kissing your heated cheeks. You push him backwards so he falls into the water. You swim toward the pool stairs but you feel his hand grab your ankle pulling you under the water.


   Coming back up for air you glare at a smirking Tom. He splashes you with water making you laugh. Laughter fills the air as you both splash each other in the face.  He pulls you into his arms holding you as his lips press against yours.


“I love you so much” Tom’s smile making your heart melt. Kissing him on the lips as an answer.


“I love you more, this is going to definitely be a great vacation” 

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Safe (Jon x Reader)

“Imagine being Ramsay’s prisoner in Winterfell and waiting to be rescued by Jon.”

Requested by @iknowyouwuvme: “Jon x Reader where he’s really protective of the reader and he finds out that she was raped by Ramsay and Jon kills him.”

Warnings: Spoliers from season 6 of Game of Thrones, implied rape, violence, murder, Ramsay being Ramsay.


You’d been the prisoner of the Bolton Bastard for what felt like forever. He was a cruel monster that never failed to surprise you with new torture methods, mental and physical. He’d raped you, beat you, and over the past month, even flayed you. Your only solace was when you allowed your thoughts to drift back to Jon. The only man you’d ever loved, the man you were taken from and brought here.

You stood in the room you’d been locked in, your eyes focused on the battle taking place outside Winterfell. You wrapped your arms around yourself as you watched. Dread filled you, Ramsay had promised to bring Jon back, alive, to Winterfell just so he could force you to watch him kill him in front of you or kill you in front of Jon. It would depend on his mood. You stepped away from the window when you watched the wildings and other men who fought with Jon being overwhelmed in the fields.

You knew that Ramsay didn’t fight fair, he would lead Jon into a trap. Your eyes went wide as you thought about the possibility of never having Jon hold you in his arms again. How did things become like this?

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A Ruff Introduction

Summary: During a walk in the park, your dog suddenly starts acting up.

AN: MY FIRST EVER TOM FIC WOW i can’t believe i’ve only been writing about peter for a year lol

Tom Holland x Reader

// Masterlist //


Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

The sunlight was streaming through the curtains as I woke up with a big smile on my face. I’ve never felt this good waking up at 8 am in the morning but this day seemed special. I pushed myself up and walked to my window, pulling the curtains open. The light filled my room instantly. I felt the warmth of the sun on my skin. The sky was extremely blue today and the sound of children’s laughter already filled the air. This was a perfect day for a stroll in the park.

All of a sudden, there was a scratching by my door. I quickly opened the door and in came running my precious Staffy, Max. He ran around my room a few times before pouncing on me. I bent down and rubbed the backs of his ears. Max jumped on me and knocked me to the ground. I giggled as he licked my face.

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LUCKY

taeyong doesn’t think anything can surprise him anymore, but he stands corrected when his new stylist steals his heart from right under his nose.

pairing: taeyong x reader / word count 7k
genre: makeup artist!o/c, idol verse, tooth rotting fluff, i am trash pass it on
– tagging @workofteaguk for accompanying me through the ride of falling for lee taeyong. lov u tractor!

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Songbird-Ch.3

Mystic Messenger Mafia AU

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Word Count: 1,350

~I had to split this chapter up for lengths sake! But here you guys go! ^^ This one wasn’t graphic, but the next one will be.

“Plot? In MY FIC? It’s more common than you think”…lolololol


     He was an old man. His clothes were visibly worn and in his leathery hands he held a tattered piece of cream colored paper. His milky eyes searched the walls as he walked, admiring the paintings and moldings, the various vases and art pieces.

     Without even the slightest creak from them, he walked through another set of large wooden doors that were opened for him, and into the room where he faced three young men. He coughed a bit as he inhaled cigar smoke, coming from the youngest man. Just a boy, in his eyes, with red hair peeking from underneath his cap as he sat leisurely in a chair on the side of the room.

     Closer to the desk sat a well-dressed man. His suit must have been worth more than the he made in a year, the old man thought. His leg crossed over his other, and a look of interest on his face as his eyes tracked the man’s walk towards the desk.

     His hands were shaking at seeing the Don. He sat in a large leather chair behind a mahogany desk. His suit was white and contrasting against his blue hair and eyes. The eyes that were dull but searching the old man in a serious manner.

     The old man made his way slowly to the side of the desk. On weakened knees he began kneeling down and kissed the back of the man’s palm before standing up and taking a few steps back. The Don’s face remained calm and unyielding.

     “Why have you come to me, today,” he asked the old man.

     While his voice was soft, it was surprisingly commanding. His right hand was caressing his thick cane like a habit as everyone stared at each other in the quiet room. The old man suddenly felt light headed at the realization of where he was at.

     His calloused fingers shakily held out the paper to the Don, before being snatched up by the dark haired man at his side.

     “You did not meet us as first ordered in our first letter. Do what you please. It is immaterial to us, money or death. If you want to save your life, tomorrow have $1,000 ready. Two men will go to present themselves to you. You will give not less than $1,000. Thus you may stop us from persecuting you as you have been adjudged to give money or life. Woe upon you if you do not resolve to buy your future happiness, you can do so by giving us the money demanded…otherwise we will set fire to you or blow you up with a bomb. Consider this matter well, for this is the last warning I will give you,” the dark haired man read, “at the bottom of a page is a black hand drawn above a coffin.”

      The room was thick with silence for a moment. Even the red haired man had pulled the cigar from his mouth and finally sat up straight in his chair to listen in. V did not seem phased.

     “And what would you like me to do,” V asked the old man.

      “I have been loyal to you for many, many years…I am old. The convenience store I run is enough to feed my family, but…I can’t afford to pay this money! Who could? I have a daughter…grandchildren, all dependent on me. Please…Don V…have mercy on me and my family. Help us…” his eyes are welling with tears as he speaks, but he does not cry.

     “This is the first time you have come to me for help. You have never invited me to your home for coffee…”

     “What do you want of me? My home is yours. My business is yours, please…” the old man pleaded through weak breaths and shaking hands.

     “You want our protection,” V states.

     “You understand everything, Don V,” the old man grovels.

     “If you are offering your friendship…your enemies are my enemies. Our enemies…My men will make sure you are safe. They will fear you, as they do us,” he explained with an unchanging and hard face.

     “Please. Accept me…be my friend. I want nothing more than your friendship,” his voice cracked a moment but he bowed nonetheless and brought the Dons hand into his own, bringing it to his forehead.

     V nodded in agreement as they brought the old man out by his arms at first, before gently guided him out of the room.

     “You will owe me,” V called to him in a flat tone of warning.

     When the man had disappeared from sight, Jumin stood up from his chair and placed the letter down on the desk in front of V.

     “We should get to the bottom of this as soon as we can,” he explained.

     Elizabeth 3rd had jumped from his lap with a meow and trot across the floor, jumping up into V’s lap. Though his face was unchanging and unmoving, he pet her with his free hand as he leaned in the chair.

     “I’m aware, thank you,” he nodded.

     Saeyoung had removed the cigar from his mouth and stood up to pace the room. Though V had seemed calm, he was worried. No one had ever challenged their territory before. Families knew to stick to their own sides and keep to themselves. His brain was working in overdrive trying to imagine who could have the balls enough to challenge them. Had he ever seen the symbols before? No, if he asked around enough, perhaps someone would be familiar…

     “Who do you want to me assign to this,” Saeyoung asked.

     “Whomever,” V waved his hand, “who do you trust most?”

     “Lucky and…Kitten,” he scratched his head as he thought about it.

     Jumin, who had been taking a peek outside the blinds behind V’s desk, flooding the room with light before he stopped to face Saeyoung, stepped away. His face was full of concern but V still seemed stoic and unmoving.

     “Kitten, hm,” he asked with a cynical chuckle, “you’ve been getting closer to that one. Any particular reasoning?”

     “I’d tell you, if it were any of your fucking business,” Saeyoung shrugged with a smile. 

     They were in a stare down across the room. Only the jingle of Elizabeth’s collar could be heard in the silence. Even the body guards had left them to their privacy.

     “I believe it is. Since where you put your dick affects this organization-“

     “Enough!” V commanded.

     Both of them jumped as his cane smacked down on the wooden desk with a loud snap. Each of them quieted down, awaiting his next words. V couldn’t stand either of their bickering. It made it hard for him to call on them both at the same time. And he needed them both. V was quiet, his mind rampant with thinking about what would be coming in the next several weeks. Though he remained calm and silent about the inner workings in his mind, he knew it was going to be tough times ahead. The ominous feeling swallowed him like quicksand.

     “Saeyoung, what are you waiting for? Get going,” V said sternly before he watched Saeyoung leave the room in haste. He took note of the annoyed scoff he made in Jumin’s direction before he left.

     V stood from his chair and headed for the drink cart at the side of the room. His cane tapped slowly in front of him with each step. His sight wasn’t completely gone. In fact, he considered himself lucky he could see as much as he did.

     “It’s getting worse, isn’t it,” Jumin remarked, his tone had a hint of pity laced within.

     “You have to help Saeyoung. He’ll be head of the family soon…I can’t have you two at each others throats like this,” he sighed.

     “V-“

     “Jihyun,” he cut Jumin off, “we are alone now, after all,” he replied with a smile.

     “Jihyun…I’ll do my best. I’ll advise him the best I can. But shouldn’t you tell him?” Jumin asked sincerely.

     “In due time…thank you, old friend,” V took a sip of his drink.

Be Careful (Tony X Daughter!Reader, Peter X Fem!Reader)

Characters: Tony X Daughter!Reader, Peter X Fem!Reader

Universe: Marvels, Avengers

Warnings: Blood, getting shot

ANGST

Request: Hi could you do one where the reader is Tony’s teenage daughter who’s dating Peter and she’s just the type of person everyone loves but she’s also a really good hacker and fighter so she does missions sometimes and she ends up getting shot? I really love your writing.


Originally posted by crazyneoncupcake

Originally posted by akamatthewmurdock

Peter was walking you home after your date with him. It was a normal thing for you to have dates the night before you were to go on a mission.

You were the daughter of Tony Stark, and like your dad, was extremely smart. However instead of suits and weapons, you did hand to hand combat and hacking. When Fury figured out you would hack into SHIELD’s files for fun, he signed you up before telling your father. He didn’t know whether to be mad or proud of you. At least he took it better than when he caught you kissing Peter and finding out you were in a relationship.

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Laconic (Kuroo Tetsurō)

Originally posted by shouyou-sunshine

Summary: In a world where everyone’s first words to their soulmate are tattooed on their soulmate’s forearm, you are cursed with the vaguest, most simplistic tattoo in history. And you hate the word “hey.”

Genre: Fluff + Soulmate!au

A/N: This is my first fic for an anime and I’m not even an anime blog (whoops lmao) but I saw @lazyhaikyuu’s post and I just couldn’t help myself!! Enjoy the 2.8K words :)

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Blue Scarf

Summary: Her scarf flies into Tom’s face and as if the awkwardness that followed wasn’t bad enough, he walks into her work too.

Pairings: Reader(?) x Tom Holland

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: Some swearing.

A/n: Roses are really expensive, you guys. Who knew? But yeah, I don’t know how I feel about this piece tbh. Let me know what you think so I can make up my mind about whether I like it or not lol. And I know this one isn’t very Tom heavy but I promise my next one will be :D


The wind blew furiously today. She tugged her coat tighter around her and hunched her shoulders to protect her exposed ears from the chilly assault. Her face was numb; she couldn’t even feel the pain of the wind whipping her cheeks anymore. As she reached to grab the purse swinging wildly at her hip, a gust of wind caught the end of her scarf, blowing it behind her. Because it wasn’t wrapped around her neck, the force of the wind simply yanked it free, and suddenly her scarf was flying through the air.

She gasped and spun around trying to locate her neckwear. She caught sight of it zigzagging through imaginary obstacles. Its bright blue allowed her to track its path as she gave chase. She ducked and weaved past the people, finally coming to a halt as she witnessed her scarf get blown right around some poor, unsuspecting pedestrian’s face. She watched as they stopped mid-step, frozen for a millisecond but clambering to free themselves immediately. She rushed up to them, apologies on the tip of her tongue.

“I’m so sor– “

She cut herself off. Words simply left her brain as the stranger pulled the scarf down. Her mouth opening and closing like a goldfish.

Wow, you are gorgeous!

“Um… thank you?”

“Huh?”

“You, uh, you said I was gorgeous,” she heard him say, registering the eloquent British accent.

As if he wasn’t stunningly attractive, he had to sound like that?

How is that fair?

“How is what fair?”

The perplexed expression on his face pulled her out of her reverie.

“What?”

“You said ‘How is that fair?’ What were you referring to?” he repeated.

I said that out loud?

“Yeah, you did,” he said, puzzlement becoming bemusement.

Oh, shit.

“I – I was referring to… Um, see, what I meant was –,” she scrambled to come up with an excuse. Her mind failing her, she shifted her gaze to the floor, a blush creeping up her face.

An agonising, awkward silence followed.

“Uh, anyway…,” his smile faltered, the odd conversation losing its charm.

“Here’s your scarf,” he said as he looped it around her neck. “Now you won’t lose it, again.”

Pursing his lips together in a polite smile, he moved past her and continued on his way. She stood there, dumbstruck.

What just happened?

She turned around, catching a glimpse of his slicked-back curls.

“Thank you!” she called out. He kept walking though, not hearing her.

*

The bell on the corner of the door rang as she opened it.

“Morning,” her friend called, not looking up from her flower arrangement. “We got to get that Truscott Gala order done by four today. Are you okay to work register while I work on that?”

“Oh, morning, Stel,” she responded, coming out of her thoughts. She had been replaying her brief encounter with the pretty, British man in her head, feeling more and more stupid each time.

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” she said, pulling off her coat and exchanging it for her apron. She kept the scarf on.

“What’s up with you?” her friend finally looked up, giving her a questioning look.

Crossing the too-long apron strings, she pulled them in front of her and tied a bow.

“You would not believe what an idiot I am, Stel,” she replied.

“I would, but go on,” her friend prompts.

“I was walking to work today and you know how it was really windy? Well, my scarf blew away and it landed on this guy’s face,” she recounted as she walked over to the window, flipping the ‘Closed’ sign to the ‘We’re Open’ side.

“And Stel, oh my god, this guy was so hot. Like, crazy, too-beautiful-to-be-real, smoking, kind of hot. And –,” she paused, “He was British!”

“Let me guess. You totally embarrassed yourself, right? Am I right?” her friend guessed.

Sighing in defeat, she looked at her friend. “Yes.”

“Oh, it was so bad. The first thing I said to him was ‘Wow, you’re gorgeous’. I mean, what kind of creep says that to a stranger they literally just met?”

“Uh, you?”

“I know,” she cried. “It just got more awkward from there, and I think he got a little freaked out because I was being so weird.”

“Well, duh.”

“But then he did the sweetest thing. He wrapped the scarf around my neck and goes ‘Here’s you scarf, now you won’t lose it again’,” she finished, imitating his accent. She snuggled into the scarf, recalling the way he had leaned in to place it around her. She could still vaguely remember his cologne, something classy and subtle.

“Okay, you weirdo, you can keep dreaming about all the different ways you should have handled that situation, later,” Stel pulled her back to the world. “Right now I need you on the register, paying attention. I’m going to the back to finish these flower arrangements. Call if you need anything.”

With that, Stel collected her tools and tulips and disappeared into the back room.

Smiling at her friend’s words, she went about preparing for the day ahead.

*

“Have a lovely afternoon,” she handed the bouquet of carnations to the man, just as the doorbell chimed again.

Her eyes scanned the small shop, looking to see who she would next offer her help to when she spotted the newcomer. His back was to her but she recognised his slicked-back brown curls. She froze.

“Oh no,” she whispered under her breath. She quickly ducked beneath the counter, trying to think of an escape route. She whipped her head left and right, racking her brain for a solution. Stel was in the back, if she could just get her attention, she could make her deal with him instead. He wouldn’t even have to know she was here.

Dropping to her hands and knees, she slowly crawled across the floor towards the doorway connecting the shopfront to the back room. It was situated several feet to the left. Keeping against the wall, she prayed he wouldn’t notice her when she was no longer hidden by the counter. As she reached the edge of her protective wall, she hesitated before taking a deep breath and continuing out into the open.

“Please don’t see me, please don’t see me,” she muttered. She was almost there, only a few more inches.

“Excuse me?”

Hearing the familiar voice behind her, she squeezed her eyes shut.

Shit.

She inhaled and stood. Her back straight and chin up, she pumped herself to turn around and face him. There was nothing else she could do at this point. This was it; she had to answer to the humiliation.

Oh, god.

But then at the last possible second, she squeaked, “Be right back,” and darted through the doorway.

Leaning against the wall, out of sight, she exhaled.

Phew, that was close.

“What are you doing?”

She jumped.

“Jesus, Stel! You scared me,” she whisper-yelled, hand over her heart.

Stel raised her eyebrow at her.

“Shit, Stel, it’s the guy! The British guy from this morning, he’s out there right now.”

She peeped around the doorframe. He was looking at the roses.

“What? Where? Let me see,” Stel exclaimed, scrambling to peer into the shop as well.

“Shh, he’ll hear you.”

“Oh man, you weren’t kidding. He is gorgeous.”

“Right?” she asked in agreement.

“Well get out there.”

“What? Are you insane?”

“No… now’s your chance to go show him you aren’t a total weirdo and get his number,” she stated, matter-of-factly. When she was met with an astonished expression, she nodded her head in encouragement.

“I don’t think –,” she began to protest but Stel shoved her out the door and into the shop. Her stumble caused him to turn towards her. She glared back at Stel before putting on her best customer service smile and walking behind the counter once more.

She could see the recognition dawning on his face and she cursed mentally. She was hoping he wouldn’t remember her but clearly he did. She could sense Stel in the other room, waiting to hear his reaction. She prepared herself for the worst.

“May I get a dozen red roses, please?”

“Huh?”

Wait, maybe he didn’t recognise her after all.

“A dozen red roses?” he repeated, “Please.”

Oh.

He really didn’t remember her.

She moved to where the roses were located, stepping past him. She caught a whiff of his cologne and was surprised to realise she was disappointed. He was probably buying the roses for his girlfriend. Why would he remember some random girl he met in the street when he already has a beautiful one to buy a dozen red roses for?

Picking out twelve of the best flowers, she returned to the counter. She bunched them into a bouquet, very aware of him watching her. She suddenly felt very warm, uncomfortably warm. Placing the roses down on the countertop, she unravelled her scarf. She put it by the register and continued the order.

Tying the bow, she looked up at him and plastered a smile on her face.

“That’ll be $38.95,” she said.

They completed the transaction and she handed him the bouquet.

“Have a lovely day!”

“Thanks, you too.”

He took the flowers and walked out the shop. She watched him go, sadness overcoming her. Stel came out and stood beside her.

“Man, I can’t believe he didn’t remember you.”

“Yeah.”

She began to clear away the scraps and cut-offs. Hearing the bell chime again, she looked up to greet the new customer. Her fake cheeriness dropped, replaced by shock, when she saw who it was.

“My mum won’t mind if I only give her eleven roses.”

He held out a single red rose, one she had wrapped into his bouquet, only moments ago. He also held the receipt, on it was scribbled some numbers.

She looked at him, bewildered. She tentatively reached out and took the rose and piece of paper.

“I – I thought you didn’t –,” she stammered.

“How many cute girls are there in this town who wear bright blue scarves?” he grinned.

“I…”

“Call me.”

Then he left. She was dumbfounded. She looked down at the receipt in her hand. There was a name alongside the number.

Tom.