i had to leave out the hand holding at the end of the wedding and a few others

i’ve seen two variations of possible carey and killian bouquet toss shenanigans- one that involves taako going all the fuck out to catch that bouquet and one that involves him and lup fighting tooth and nail over the damn thing because they both want to marry their boyfriends. i would like to add a third option for your consideration:

two brides. two bouquets. two twins. 

no one has to leave empty handed, and no one is going to. 

you see, lup and taako have been anticipating this bouquet toss for months. they have planned for this. these elves are out for metaphorical blood, and nothing up to and including another apocalypse is going to stop them from getting their mitts on those flowers, because they have an agreement. a promise they made to each other over a century and a half ago, when they were just kids fighting for survival in their homeworld. they’d promised one another that neither of them would ever get married unless (unless) they were able to do so together in a fucking sweet-ass garish and well-catered double wedding. 

which, of course, is why barry and lup never tied the knot properly in the, what like sixty-someodd years since they made things fantasy facebook official? she wasn’t gonna get hitched unless her brother was doing it too. except now, now that taako has found his bliss with ghost rider? everything is fair game and marriage is absolutely on the table. which makes it the most important thing in the world that they both get their hands on a bouquet at carey and killian’s wedding, by any and all means necessary. so they plan. they scope out the temple months beforehand under the guise of, i dunno, menu planning or some shit like that? but they’re actually just getting a read on the lay of the land, where the toss will take place, how they can use the environment to their advantage.

they track davenport down, using the postcards he sends them to anticipate his movements, find him docked in a lively port town and ask him to give them pointers on illusory magic. they know they’re good enough at it, but he’s the best, and they need to learn from the best to pull this off. dav’s a little… concerned, because the twins won’t tell him why they’re asking for tips, but they say they don’t want to implicate him as an accomplice in anything, and he’s known these two long enough to be sure he really doesn’t want to know what they’re planning. 

the day of the wedding comes and it’s a fucking beautiful ceremony, not a dry eye in the room by the end of it. the reception goes off without a hitch, dinner’s a hit, and then it’s time for the bouquet toss. there is a large-ish crowd gathered on the dancefloor, and carey and killian are standing on chairs, backs to the crowd and each holding a bouquet. taako and lup are waiting near the back of the crowd. everyone cheerfully counts down “three! two! one!” and then, just as the brides toss their bouquets over their shoulders, lup’s wand twitches in her hand and there’s a loud explosion outside. 

everyone turns to look out the window, concerned, and that’s when taako strikes, brandishing the krebstar and producing an illusion of about fifty bouquets, all soaring through the air at once. only the twins, who had been watching closely the whole time, know which two are the real ones. lup runs across the dancefloor at taako, who tosses her up above the crowd where, in true flipwizard style, she snatches her bouquet out of the air and lands on her feet with an acrobatic flourish. taako, having boosted his sister up, now zeroes in on his own bouquet, which is hurtling towards the ground. he runs toward it and, just when it seems like he’s not going to make it before it hits the floor, he drops down and knee slides the final few feet, bending backward as he goes and catching it gracefully at the last moment.

this all takes place over the span of about two and a half seconds, and at the end of it all, when the metaphorical dust has settled, all that’s left is about seventy confused wedding guests, two elves grinning smugly and high-fiving with bouquets in their hands, and barry and kravitz sitting at their table looking equal parts stunned, impressed, and smitten with their respective SOs.

basically, tl;dr, why have the twins fight when they could just as easily work together and pull of some dope-ass feat of awesomeness?

Do you ever think about how wild the public perception of victuuri must be??

Like ok. Characters first.

Victor Nikiforov, who is considered to be this flirty playboy. He’s the perfect skater; elegant, refined, amazing jumps, spins, step sequences. He has it all, and he’s won it all. I bet you everybody thought Victor and Chris were fuckin or something b/c they’re obviously friends and you know what the media is like. 

Victor is such a private person; he’s really skilled in telling you everything while saying nothing. He’s got incredible press skills. I bet the media must be starving for another side of Victor–his love life most specifically. The playboy thing is most likely an exaggeration tabloids put together, and it sorta just caught on. All these reports of Victor being seen with so and so must mean he’s seeing them, right?

Victor has been called selfish before. It’s probably a very common belief that he’s quiet and serious and really only cares about himself and the ice. This cannot be further from the truth, but it’s how people see him. An immaculate god.

Then, Yuuri Katsuki. He’s sort of reclusive and doesn’t interact much. There’s not much on any of his social media accounts; the opposite of Victor. While Victor delivers constant content, Yuuri hides away. He avoids people, doesn’t really interact with fans, and seemingly snubs other competitors. 

People think he’s arrogant. Yuuri looks away from others like they’re not worth his time, which is totally uncalled for considering he can’t land his jumps, right? Yuuri’s spins and footwork are amazing, but he always falters technically. He gets a lot of flack from the press and the public for this; they say he’s mentally weak, he’s a mediocre skater at best, he should just stop trying. At times, Yuuri even believes them.

The beloved, sexy ice god versus the shy, weak underdog. 

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Trouble in Canada

Request: “I’m your husband, it’s my job.”

a/n: I hope you enjoy this itty bitty 10 page writing that I’ve been working on for a few days now ! 😉 ALSO @whitechocolateperfection wanted some angst so I wrote some angst and I hope y’all enjoy and I’d love to know your thoughts!!!

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“I’ll see you at the next session?”

            You picked your head up from rummaging in your bag and smiled at Ethan, your cooking class instructor, “My husband might be back in town, but I’ll see,”

           Ethan nodded his head steadily.  After a while of looking at each other, you diverted your gaze down towards the wooden table.  You saw his tapping fingers slowly make their way towards your hand that was rested on the table.

           Quickly, you moved your hand, and placed your engagement and wedding ring back on your left hand.  You did’t like cooking with your rings on in fear that they could fall down the drain if you were washing your hands, “Uh, Thanks for the lesson, I’ll see you later.”

           You heard an audible sigh escape his lips, “See you next week, Mrs. Mendes.” 

           As fast as you could, you scurried out the door and saw your friend, Jessie, waiting for you outside.  She saw your flustered expression and smirked, “Looks like the teacher has a crush on the student.” 

           You rolled your eyes, “Married,” You held up your left hand and showed off the rings that you proudly wore every day out of love to your husband.  Jessie let out a small laugh as the two of you walked down the streets of Toronto.  

Since Shawn had left for tour about three months ago, Jessie stepped up her best friend role by keeping you occupied whenever Shawn was away.  Out of the three months he’d been touring, Shawn had been home for three days.  So it got lonely with it just being you, especially since this was the first time Shawn was away for a substantial amount of time since you had been married.

 So to fill up all the empty time, Jessie suggested that the two of you take cooking lessons at a place in down town Toronto.  You thought it was a wonderful idea, seeing as you couldn’t even cook pasta correctly, and Shawn got a kick out of the idea of you being in a kitchen setting.  

A little bell dinged over your head when you opened the door to a coffee shop that was a block down from where you and Jessie took your kitchen lessons. The two of you stood in line to order your drinks in silence.  Once it was your turn to order, you asked for an iced latte, even though it was February and snow was on the ground.  The cashier gave you a ticket number to place on the table so the water could find you when your drink was ready.  After Jessie ordered her decaf coffee, the two of you found a seat by the window.

“Ethan knows you’re married, right?”

You nodded your head as you crossed your right leg over your left, “Called me Mrs. Mendes as I left today after he tried to make a move.”

Jessie cringed, “Like I can see the appeal to having a little crush on someone who’s married––they’re unattainable in a sense––but dude,” Jessie paused her words when a server brought your drinks over to the table, “Keep it to yourself and don’t be a home wrecker.”

You took a sip of your cold drink and stifled a laugh, “I honestly think he doesn’t care, and it kinda freaks me out?”  Your statement came out as more of a question, “Like when he was trying to show me the correct way to cut whatever it was and he came around from behind—almost like the boy trying to teach the girl how to swing a golf club?”  Jessie nodded, understanding your analogy, “I just feel weird.”

“Do you want to get a different teacher?”  Jessie asked in all seriousness.

You shook your head, “I’m sure it’ll calm down.”

It was a Tuesday night, and instead of it being spent in your bed reading a good book, you were pacing your room on the phone with your husband.  You understood that the life he led was full of uncertainty and things popping up last minute, and even after years of dealing with it, the feeling of being let down grew more and more familiar.

“Andrew won’t let you do it earlier?” You brought your left hand to hold onto your right arm as you paced around the bedroom.

You heard Shawn sigh on the other end, “I already asked,”

 Shawn was currently in Cape Town, South Africa, so while you were just ending your day, he was just beginning his.  He was supposed to come home Thursday for five days and then get back on the road.   But now it seemed as though the plans had changed. Shawn was to be in Cape Town for an extra two days, if you included a day and a half for traveling, and he would essentially only be home for three days.  

 “Should you even bother coming home?” You questioned him as you went over to the bay area window of your apartment that gave you a perfect view of down town, “I know you don’t do well with traveling, and I don’t want to disrupt your tour schedule––“

“Y/n,” Shawn spoke assertively into the phone, “You’re my wife, of course I still want to come home.”

“I don’t want you to work yourself too hard––“

“You’re sounding like you don’t want me to come home,” Shawn spoke hesitantly into the phone, “Is something going on?”

Your eyes widened and you felt the nerves in your stomach kick in full gear. You weren’t hiding anything from him, but your mind drifted over to Ethan and how odd he’d been acting lately. Of course you had no further interaction with him other than him teaching you how to cook, but you didn’t want Shawn to find out that the chef had been flirting with you.

“Of course I want you home,” You looked down at your left hand and smiled down at the two rings on your finger, “I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” Shawn instantly replied back.  It was silent for a moment until you heard another voice on Shawn’s end, “Are you sure I don’t need to worry about anything?”

You shook your head, “You don’t have to worry about me.”

“I’m your husband,” Shawn let out a small laugh, “It’s my job.”  You let out a small laugh as well, but your thoughts kept drifting back to the not so subtle advances Ethan has tried on you. But after a moment of silence, Shawn spoke up, “I have to go, but text me throughout the day?  I’m not sure when I’ll be able to pick up the phone and actually talk.”

“Yeah,” You answered him dismally, “I can do that,”

“I love you.” Shawn spoke into the phone.

 With a stinging feeling pricking behind your eyes, you let out a breathy laugh to cover up your heavy heart of not being able to see your husband as soon as you thought, “I love you too,”

You hung up the phone and let out a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding in.  Of course supporting Shawn was something you would do no matter what, but with him constantly being away, it was beginning to take a toll on you.  You thought that it would be better once you got married, but that wasn’t the case.

Then a thought that you never once crossed your mind in all of the years you and Shawn had been together; what would it be like to be with someone, to have dated or be married to, that wasn’t him?  To have someone who wasn’t constantly traveling the world and spent more time on a tour bus than with his wife?

 Trouble in Canada?

            Newlyweds Shawn and Y/n Mendes are no stranger to the media, especially when it comes with rumors circulating their marriage.  Just a few months’ shy of their first wedding anniversary, the couple has been caught in the middle of a few fiascos.

           If we’re being quite honest with ourselves, keeping up with the Kardashians is easier than these two.

           Currently, Mr. Mendes is on his world tour, about to start the European leg. Earlier in the week, Shawn was supposed to be traveling home to spend a short break with the Misses before the European part of his tour officially kicked off.  But according to a source close to Mr. Mendes, he had to stay in Cape Town, South Africa for a few more days.

           “He tried everything he could to get out of staying,” The source tells, “He misses Y/n dearly, and even with the amount of times they call each other of FaceTime in a day, it’s not the same as talking to each other face to face.”

           But as Shawn slips into a land of everlasting bliss between he and his wife, it looks like Y/n has been spending her time with someone else as of late. Below, pictures of Y/n and a mystery man have appeared over the course of a few weeks, starting just after Shawn left home to tour around the world.

           “There’s been a noticeable change in him,” A different source, who has requested to remain anonymous, added in, “Everyone around him knows how much he loves his wife, so when he saw pictures of her with another man in that room, it really hit him.”

           Since pictures emerged of Y/n and the mystery man, people have commented that Mr. Mendes has been distant and more quiet than usual.  “It’s another reason why he wants to get back to Toronto so bad, he wants to settle things with Y/n.  He’s tried to convince himself that it’s just a misunderstanding, but everyone around him knows how it’s already going to play out–and it’s not going to end well.  It seems like he’s catching on.  Those pictures leave no room for questioning what’s going on between his wife and someone that is not Shawn.” 

           Have Shawn and Y/n Mendes followed in the steps of many other famous couples, and not been able to handle their marriage in the spot light?  We were banking on the couple hitting the five-year marriage mark before anything like this happened.  

 What do you all think? Leave your comments in the section below.

           “Hey, Shawn,” You sighed into the phone as it was the fourth time he had missed your call, “It’s me, again.”  Pacing around your room, you didn’t know what was going on with him that made him miss your calls multiple times.  Usually, he wouldn’t ever miss one, and if he did, he would call you back ten minutes later profusely apologizing.

           You had enough with pacing around your room, so you took a seat at the edge of your bed.  It didn’t stop the nerves though as your leg began to bounce, “I’m just calling to check up, it’s uh,” You looked over at the clock on your wall, “It’s almost midnight here, and I don’t know where you are,” Your voice dwindled off at the end, “I hope you’re having a great day, or that you’re getting a good rest because you work yourself too hard,” You tried to lighten your own mood by letting out a laugh, “Just call me back, I love you and can’t wait to see you when you get home.”

           Quickly, you hung up the phone and dropped your head to rest between your knees.  Your whole body felt off, there was a reason why Shawn wasn’t calling you back and you couldn’t think of anything.  The thought of him purposefully ignoring you felt like being stabbed in the chest with the knife twisting.  Your head started to pound, and you couldn’t help but start to chew the inside of your lip, your nervous habit that you always found yourself doing right before you felt like you were about to cry.

           You slowly made your up to your pillows on the bed and slowly made your way under the covers.  You brought the white sheets up to where they were tucked under your chin and curled up.  You really thought that you had your breathing under control, but when the thought struck you that this was the first time where you didn’t know where in the world your husband was, the tears came and they wouldn’t stop.

           “I haven’t heard from him in a few days,” You spoke to Jessie as the two of you walked into the building for your weekly cooking class, “Not even a––“

           “Y/n,” You were cut off when you heard a familiar voice call your name, you cringed a bit, and turned to the right to see the cooking instructor, Ethan, “Thought you weren’t going to make it in for this lesson?” 

           You cleared your throat, “Uh, yeah, I wasn’t supposed to because my hus–––“

           “I’m glad you could join,” He cut you off, with a gleaming smile, before the word husband could make its way out of your mouth. The way he was looking at you made you slightly uncomfortable so you awkwardly smiled and looked the other direction without a reply.

           With a nod of your head, you gave Jessie an odd look that she returned.  The two of you made your way over to a little a cooking station and placed your bags under the table.  Jessie and you chatted as other people strolled into the class area and set up in their usual position as Ethan made small talk with the people around him.

           Once the time came to start the class, Ethan clapped his hands together to get everyone’s attention, “We’ll be learning how to make a steak dinner,” He looked over and into your eyes, “For two.” 

           Jessie leaned over to you and whispered, “I think I threw up a little.”  You stifled a laugh because you shared the same reaction.  

           First, you and Jessie both successfully made the creamy scalloped potatoes and the little side Caesar salad to go along with the steak. You then seasoned the steak, put the steak to bake in the oven for a few minutes, and then turned on the gas burner to cook the steak on.  You put canola oil in the pan, butter, garlic, rosemary and thyme as you took the steak out of the oven.  As you pulled the oven pan out, you bumped into someone.  

           “Oh, I’m sorry––“

            “You’re fine,” the voice of Ethan filled the air. You scrunched your nose up as he took a step closer to you from behind and, along with your hand, he took hold of the oven pan and settled it on the counter top.  Jessie side glanced over as she cooked her steak, and all you could do was widened your eyes and beg for help.

            Ethan then took a pair of tongs and placed the steak in the sizzling pan, “So, now what you do––“

           “I can help her cooking the steak,” Jessie cut the teacher off.

           Ethan shook his head, “I’ve got it.  I should help my students out.”

           You cleared your throat, “I can handle it, someone else may need your help––” 

           “What am I getting paid to do if I don’t help you out?” Ethan raised an eye. 

           But you were backing down easily.  He’d made other advances on you during other lessons and this was your time to put your foot down, “I’m fine––“

            “Mrs. Mendes––“

           “Yes, Mrs. Mendes,” You stumbled over your words and began to talk faster than the speed of light with hand motions. Because whenever you got extremely nervous, you always seemed to talk with your hands, “That’s my name, the one and only, and the prefix indicates that I’m married––“

           It seemed like Ethan didn’t like you mentioning how you were married and very much not looking for a relationship.  His eyes narrowed at yours and he took hold of your wrists, “Moving your hands and having them fly around while other people are cooking isn’t safe––“

           “Hey,” Jessie turned off her stove, “You probably shouldn’t touch her––“

           You didn’t let Jessie finish her sentence before you ripped your wrists out from his hold.  Part of you was shocked that a teacher would take hold of his student in such a rough matter, and the other half of your brain couldn’t process what was happening because with pulling your wrist back, you brought your arm down and it collided with the handle of the searing pan that the steak was cooking in. 

           You felt the sting of hot oils run down your back, and in response, you jumped forward, and Ethan was the person in front of you who caught you.  He looked at you with concern in his eyes, “Don’t move, you could be burned––“

           “Stop!”  You raised your voice at Ethan.  It was then you realized that everyone had stopped their cooking and turned their attention over in your direction.  Embarrassment flooded your system and you felt your whole body heat up.  You grabbed your bag from under the table and rushed to put your coat on, not wanting anyone outside of the cooking studio to see the oil stains on you.


           You didn’t want to make any more of a scene, so while biting the inside of your lip, you shook your head, “Thank you for a wonderful lesson today, but I don’t think I’ll be returning back to another lesson.”

           And before he could reply, or try and stop you from leaving, you turned on your heel and sped walked out of the kitchen studio.

           Sitting at the little breakfast nook in your apartment with a cup of tea would be more relaxing if your husband hadn’t blatantly ignored you for a full twenty-four hours.  You knew he was coming home today, but you were clueless as to where he was flying from or what time his flight was getting in.

           You were sipping on your tea, watching the Toronto traffic from your window, when your phone buzzed.  You looked down and saw that Shawn’s name popped up.  You had to look at it again because after all the voicemails you left him, his first contact to you was a text message.  Your phone dinged again and slowly you slid your thumb across the screen, entered in your passcode, and read the message.

            Just landed in Toronto

           You stared at the blue text bubble in confusion.  Every time he was about to get on a plane, he would always text you, no matter what time it was for you or for him.  He knew that you liked to know his travel schedule.  But this was the first time he hadn’t told you his travel information.  It made your stomach churn because now you definitely knew that something was wrong. And you didn’t know if you wanted to find out or not.

           So you sent him a text back; Do you want me to pick you up? 

           Almost instantly, he replied, No. 

           Your heart sank just a little when you read his message.  And then you started to feel it break piece by piece as you read the one word, one syllable, answer.  With tears threatening to fall from your eyes at any time, you felt your phone buzz once more with a text from him; Geoff is driving me back. 

           You nodded to yourself as you typed back a simple; Ok.

           Neither one of you said how excited you were to see one another, and neither one of you said that you couldn’t wait to see each other.  It was odd because you and Shawn would always count down the days until you could see each other again, but this time, the two of you hadn’t talked in over a day.

           With the stress about not knowing what was wrong with Shawn and what happened yesterday at the cooking class, your heart was racing and you felt jittery until you saw a familiar car pull up to the side walk down below.  You peered out the window and saw your husband for the first time in a few months. Even though there were tons of unsettled questions between the two of you, you still felt your heart pick up speed at the sight of him.

           He pulled out a little over the shoulder bag from inside the car and then you saw Geoff come around with a larger suitcase.  You saw the two of them exchange some words, but since you were so high up and looking down at them through the window, you couldn’t see what either of them were saying.

           But a few moments later, Geoff and Shawn hugged, and then Shawn walked towards the building and Geoff got into his car and drove away.  Shawn didn’t even send you a text that he was close to your apartment, like he would normally do so you would be waiting in the lobby to greet him.  It looked like he didn’t want you to greet him in the lobby. 

           He didn’t want his wife, the one who promised to love him forever no matter what, to be the first person to greet him when he came back from a long month or so from traveling.  Your daunting thoughts kept themselves on a loop in your mind that you didn’t even hear the door open.

           It was the sound of a suitcase rolling and a bag dropping on the floor that made you look up from the window.  In the first time in months, your husband was standing right in front of you and you didn’t have the need to run up and hug him.  Seeing him made your blood boil because of how flakey he had been acting recently.

            You sat on the little nook and took a sip of your tea, “Have a nice flight?”  Your voice held no infection and was kept very monotone.  You didn’t want him to know that your past few nights had been hell with him ignoring you, and that you were getting no sleep, imagining what your reunion would be like after radio silence from him.  And here you were, after every scenario you created in your mind, it did not turn out how you thought. 

           In your mind, you imagined Shawn either apologizing for his silence, or having his face turn red as he yelled are you for something you had no idea about.  But it wasn’t either of those options.  It was just like how he had been treating you for the past few days; silence.

           His eyes held no emotion, the exhaustion evident in his face.  Shawn was silent, something that was worse than blowing up at you.  You imagined anything but him being mute about his feelings because Shawn was always a vocal person.  It was the most deafening silence you had ever heard.

           You were waiting for a response to your seemingly innocent question.  But as he didn’t respond, you began searching for any facial clues as to any answer you could possibly find.  But you were growing frustrated.  His face was kept with a neutral look; no creases in the eyebrows and not a scrunch of distaste with his nose.   

           Then you began to search for any other signs that would give away his answer.  He wasn’t tapping his foot, he wasn’t swaying from side to, and he wasn’t twiddling his hands out of nervousness.

           His hands. 

           It was tiny, a detail that wouldn’t be caught by many. But with being married to a man for almost a year, you began to notice every little thing about them.  There were certain things that you knew Shawn would always keep on him, and as a married man, you knew he always wore his wedding band.  But as you looked at his left hand, you noticed that there was a small sliver of his skin that lighter shade than the rest.

           His ring finger.

           You looked down at your left hand, your engagement and wedding ring were in their place, and you quickly looked back at Shawn’s left hand to see if your mind had been playing tricks on you.

           Shawn wasn’t wearing his ring, the symbol of marriage that brought two people, who loved each other more than life itself, together.

            Your heart stopped and you felt as if you were about to throw up at any minute.  Biting the inside of your lip, you opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out.  The silence that surrounded the two of you stole your voice.  You looked up at him, wanting to ask him why he wasn’t wearing his wedding ring, but with silence stealing your voice, he gave it to Shawn who spoke without hesitation in his voice.

           “We need to talk.”

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Inexorable (1)

So I thought, why not combine that shit and make it a mini-series or something? I really hope you two anons enjoy it! No idea how many parts there will be. We shall see. Gif isn’t mine, cred goes to the owners! 1,560 Words

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader 

Genre: Fluff, a little crack, (Eventual) Smut, Mafia au!

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Everyone’s heard of blind dates – never of blind marriages, not even in the mafia world. Yet, here you were, walking down the aisle, your hand latched onto your father’s arm, towards a young man you had never seen before. 

You hadn’t even gotten the chance to speak to him, let alone this being the first time you actually got to see his face. There was so much rage bubbling inside you at the moment, but it was all hidden behind a small smile.

Combining two mafia organizations together was a huge deal; something bosses usually agreed on with the exchange of girls, but considering Red Python was one of the most powerful organizations in the country, they wouldn’t want just any girl. They wanted a suitable bride for the heir of said organization.

And your father, being the great, generous man he was, suggested you.

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Originally posted by ethereal-baek

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 11484

Everyone is born with a soul mark somewhere on their body. Their soulmate has the same mark. New technology has been developed that can remove the mark, but at great cost.

The voices resonating within the small living room blurred together into white noise and faded into the aether, leaving the abrupt thud of your heart stopping as the only audible sound. The walls felt like they were crumbling around you, and the velvet couch you sat on seemed like it was swallowing you into its depths, encasing you in a suffocating darkness. The pain you had suppressed for so long came flooding back, spreading through your every nerve. You felt like your chest had imploded and your bones were caving in. Your entire body had shut down momentarily as Sehun’s last few words echoed through the husk of your skull.

“I’m going to get my soul mark removed.”

There were muffled voices, a few louder than the others, but you couldn’t decipher what was being said. Your brain - consumed by grief - didn’t allow for it. Someone had placed their hand on your arm to try and shake you out of your stupor, but you could barely feel the contact through your numb skin.

But then, his voice called your name, penetrating through the void. That one familiar voice that for so long had brought you happiness and sweet memories, but now, it tore your very being apart. The words that voice had spoken had severed the few ties to him you had left. But still, his voice had so much power and influence over you, and it finally brought you out of your trance. You blinked a few times, and suddenly, you were returned to reality.

This wasn’t a dream.

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Most Beautiful: Jon Snow X Reader

And this one is dedicated to the famous and beautiful @restlessanawake who is really awesome! Go check them out! They were a massive help to me in setting up this blog. Hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: Pregnancy. Labor. Fluff overload ;)  One sex joke With him and the whole Stark clan, This is post White Walker War were all is good and Jon knows his parentage, but still goes by Jon Stark, or I guess goes at last. Things are almost too happy. But fear not no one dies.. Well…..Meh

Originally posted by gameofthronefannn

Originally posted by thatfunnyweirdindiechick

“Time to get up love.”

You groaned, pushing away the arms that were attempting to shake you awake and moved closer to the other side of the bed. “Jon.. Lemme sleep. Little Mister Stark would not stop kicking last night. I am surprised you couldn’t feel it actually.” You smirked and opened your eyes, hearing his laughter and he carefully turned you around as he echoed your smirk.

“I told you, my love. It will be a she.” You gave him judging eyes and he rolled his own gray ones, “Even our  Lady Sisters and Lady Aunt is on my side. As is Tyrion.”

“Well while that may be true, Bran is on my side and he has the sight.” She winked while forcing herself to stand slowly. “Speaking of your Aunt and Sister, when will the royal Queen and the Hand be visiting?”

He smiled, standing up so that he could help you while he continued, “Sansa and Tyrion promised to be here by nightfall, but you know the Queen. She said she would be here a fortnight ago… She will do her best to make it for the labor. And Arya, of course, must guard the Queen being the head of the Queen’s Guard.”

Your nine-months were up  and being a Stark, family was essential for all things. Holidays. Name-Days. Weddings. And pregnancies.

As though the stress of almost delivering a child was not enough, the anxiety that holding off the labor until everyone was present was madness. Jon, being around you enough, could tell.

“Fret not, Y/N.” He smiled, pressing his forehead yours and wrapping a robe dress around you for the day and kissed your nose, “They will be here. And now, we must break fast.”

No surprise to the couple, Bran was already down stairs, his plate full as he was working on his sister’s-in-law. Seeing them he stopped and blushed, wheeling towards the two slowly as Jon embraced his brother with a hearty laugh.

Brandon Stark was decreed Lord of Winterfell and Hand of the King of the North, so the three of you were practically inseparable.

“How is the Lord Snow this morning, Y/N?” Bran smiled, wheeling towards her and placing his hands on her belly as Jon sat. “He get you any rest?”

“None.” Jon sighed from across the room, “She was kicking all night.”

This caused both you and Bran to laugh and Bran to say a small, “We shall see.” As the three of you began to eat your food.


A grand feast was the result of Lady Sansa and Lord Tyrion’s arrive, Jon and the imp drinking away while you, Sansa, and Bran sat across the hall, discussing matters of getting Bran married.

“What about the Mormont girl?” You suggested, “She supposedly has the beauty and wits of the Tyrell’s but the strength of her father’s name.”

“The Queens bastard?” Sansa raised her eyebrows, “She is an adventurous girl. Young though, don’t you think?”

Your sister in law had not left you alone since she arrived, her hand barely leaving your belly.

“Besides. I think our Bran has his eyes on the head of House Reed. Lady Meera, is it not?”

With the words of her name, Bran blushed and brushed it off, “Have you and Jon thought of a name?”

You nodded, “Well since he will not listen to me about the gender, I decided Eddard Robb will have to do.” Bran nodded, a bright grin taking away the blush on your face. Sansa gasped.

“I hate to agree with my Lord brother, I do believe that your babe is a girl.” She winked at you causing both of you to laugh as Jon and Tyrion came towards you guys, handing drinks to Bran and Sansa.

Jon broke the laughter, snaking an arm around your waist to your belly as he looked at Sansa and Tyrion, “When are you and the Hand planning to have children, sister?”

Sansa’s face fell and she set down her goblet, Tyrion taking her hand. “We are waiting.” Silence fell between them as they knew what he meant before Tyrion broke it, winking at the youngest Stark,  “We would like to see little Bran wed to the Reed girl first.” Bran blushed as everyone laughed mutter a small no stop as Jon kissed your cheek, then moved to your ear, his beard tickling her cheek.

“Bet it will happen by years end?”

“Please, by months end!” You smirked and he pepper kisses everywhere on your face, causing you to laugh.

“This is why I love you” He smiled.


A few days had passed and you were still waiting on Dany and Arya. Maesters had demanded you bedridden, fearing labor would come any moment though nothing came for a week. Deciding this and seeing your husbands nerves at an all time high, you had forced him to go on a hunt with Tyrion and Bran, promising that Sansa and a hand maiden be at your side.

“I just want you out lil lord.” You groaned, rubbing sleet off your eyes as you had not gotten proper sleep in several days,(basically since Jon left, your baby had been especially persistent in moving all night) “Stop being so feisty like your father and his family.” You smirked at Sansa who laughed. “Where do you the Queen and her personal guard are?”

“You know Daenerys. “ She smiled sadly, rubbing your belly, “And Arya. Stubborn as mules those two.”

“Aye. That is one way to put it.”

Silence fell as you were both occupied as the baby leapt and kicked about the in your belly causing you to hum in attempt to calm him. When at last he stopped, you sighed and Sansa smiled, but only for a moment when you felt something wet between your legs.

Cursing, you looked at Sansa whose eyes twinkled.

“Do you think-”

“Sansa…” You bit your lip to stop you from swearing again, “Get Ghost. He will get Jon. And get the Hand Maiden… Hurry… Please…”

She ran, laughing gleefully and picking up her skirts hollering, “IT’S TIME! THE HEIR TO THE NORTH IS ON THE WAY!” And within minutes, servants came rushing in, dabbing your forehead with a cloth and offering you food and wine as others spread your legs open. All the while all you could do was scream bloody murder.

“I just want my husband!” You whined, “Gods!” You closed eyes and bit your lip to try to and stop tears from falling out of your eyes.

Then you felt the tickle of a beard on your chin and allowed yourself to cry tears of happiness and the man kissed your cheek and slowly wiped your tears away.

“Hush now love. You need to start pushing.”

“I-I-I-I can’t.”

“Yes you can.” He grabbed both her hands and brought them to her lips,”You are strong.. You can do this… I believe in you… Ready?”

You nodded opening your eyes to meet his dark grey (brown in show) ones.



You opened your eyes to see your family sitting in your room, Bran and Arya making small talk, Sansa talking to Jon on the other side and Tyrion discussing matters with the Queen herself.

“Morning love.” Jon said, moving towards you slowly, a swaddle of blankets in his arms. “You did marvelous love.” He kissed your cheek and helped you sit up, placing the bundle in your arms.

“ Who is this?” You smiled brightly as he moved back to the crib. “I was right, wasn’t I?”

“We were both right.” Jon smirked sitting by you on the bed with another bundle, “Eddard Robb and Catelyn Rose.”

“Twins.” You laughed happily, “Huh. Don’t remember that.”

Sansa laughed, kneeling beside you “Don’t see how you could. You were screaming bloody murder.”

“Honestly Y/N.” Arya piped in, “The Queen and I could hear you from outside.”

“Perhaps we will wait forever to have children, my lord husband.” Sansa added.

“She did have two.” The Queen herself added, “I would never imagine having two back to back.”

“You did have three dragons though, your grace.” You smiled, “Can’t imagine that.”

The Queen smiled, making her way towards you, kneeling beside you and looking down at the babe in your arms, “Dany or Daenerys please.. He is handsome, just like his father, and grandfather.”

“Lemme see!” Bran exclaimed, he rolling and Arya going to Jon. “She has dad’s hair. Mum’s eyes.”

“Opposite for him.” Sansa observed.

“Our perfect family.” She smiled at Jon who kissed her hair, bringing her in, “One boy. One girl. Perfect.”

Jon’s face fell, “What, so we can’t have anymore? Not even try?”

Laughter filled the room in a warm feeling as the world calmly faded to peace and laughter.

Nothing could be better and nothing could break their joy.

Blue Blooded (M)

Originally posted by saintminyoongi

: You’ve been happily married to Crown Prince Seokjin for months now. Or so it would appear to the public. What only you and the palace staff know your shameful secret: you never consummated your marriage.

Member: Jin

Word Count: 8.6k+

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff

A/N: Requested by @forever-young-got7! Because Jin really is royalty, isn’t he?

Ever since that night you’ve keep asking yourself. What did you do wrong? Was it the way you looked? Something you said, something you didn’t say? Did he just… hate you?

If anyone had asked you prior to your marriage to Prince Seokjin, you would have never even entertained the notion of him hating anyone. The man just seemed too perfect, not only in looks, but in disposition as well, never one to lack poise, always composed. The few times you and your family had visited him prior to the wedding, he had been nothing but a gentleman.

And certainly it didn’t seem like he disliked you, in fact it seemed to be the opposite, even if there seemed to be some distance between the two of you but you attributed this to the fact that you had not known each other for very long, and had expected things to gradually change once you two had actually wed.

The warm expression on his face as you walked down the aisle gave you a hopeful outlook on what the rest of your marriage would be like. However, it all came crashing down later that night.

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So, what’s for breakfast? - Tom Holland Imagine.

|| summary: morning sex with tom!!

|| author’s note: smut!! this was requested by an anon, you weren’t very specific on what you wanted - hope you enjoyed the direction i went :)

The, annoyingly familiar, sound of a loud ping drags you out of a deep sleep. Squinting one eye open, you peer over at the bedside table, raising your head slightly. A message from your mom has lit up your phone screen.

Hey baby, just checking in. I didn’t see you before you left, and Janice said she saw Tom and you leaving in a hurry. Hope everything’s okay, pumpkin. Love you x

A small smile quirks up the sides of your lips as you drop your head again. Turning onto your back, you stretch out your tender limbs, relaxing their tense state from the interesting night you had before. You can’t help your grin, as you begin recalling the events from the previous evening.

Tom and you, had attended your mom’s friend’s wedding. It was her third marriage, so everyone there was at least in their early thirties - except for you two. To make things more interesting, Tom had decided to play a game of cat and mouse - seeing who could tease the other more.

It ended, how those games usually end, in a lot of sexual frustration. Not being able to bear it any longer, the two of you hurried home after cake was served. You wish you could say you made it until then, but admittedly - you had sex in Tom’s car… still in the parking lot. Tom also had you in the walkway of your apartment… and on this bed.

Your lips quirk up in a micheavous smile, as you reminisce on all the things he did to you. Sighing contentedly, you look over to find you’re unaccompanied in bed. You sit up, causing the blankets to fall to your waist, reminding you that you’re still naked. You shuffle out of bed, grabbing Tom’s discarded button up off the floor, as you head into the bathroom.

Taking one look at yourself in the mirror, you immediately blush crimson. Instinctively, your thighs squeeze together as your eyes flick over all the marks on your body. You have multiple hickies on your neck, breasts, and stomach. Closing your eyes briefly, you allow yourself to reimagine Tom’s skilled mouth on your body.

Shaking your head, you bring yourself back to reality, as you slip Tom’s shirt over your shoulders - cuffing the selves and buttoning all, but the top four, buttons; so’s to reveal a tantalizing amount of cleavage. Noting that the shirt stops just above your mid thigh, you decide on not wearing panties. You quickly wash your face, and brush your teeth, before wandering out to the kitchen.

As soon as you reach the hallway, you’re met with the irreplaceable smell of brewing coffee. A hint of a smile tugs at your lips, as you continue down the hall. You peak around the corner, and are met with the welcome sight of Tom’s naked back. His perfectly sculptured backside, is enough to get you excited and weak in the knees. He’s dressed in nothing, but your favorite pair of his sweats - the grey ones. Tiptoeing over to him, you wrap your arms around his waist, startling him a bit.

“Good morning, sunshine.” Tom smiles, looking down at you, over his shoulder.

“Morning.” You smile at innocently up at him, before tugging his coffee cup out of his hand, and pulling it around him.

He turns to face you, as you take a few steps back, his left eyebrow raising in question. Leaning against the kitchen island, you continuing to sip his coffee and smile at him. “Sleep okay?” He asks, crossing his arms over his chest, watching you intently. You nod, pulling the cup away from your lips. “You?” He shrugs and purses his lips. “It was alright.”

Your mouth pops open at his audacity, causing you to scoff. “Ass.” You tease. “Excuse me?” Tom challenges, uncrossing his arms. You shake your head, and hand him back his coffee. Walking over to fridge, you make sure to tease him alittle by swaying your hips.

Opening its doors, you get on your tiptoes to explore the fridge’s condiments, allowing his shirt to raise even further up your thighs. “So,” you sigh. “What’s for breakfast?” Suddenly, warm hands are making their way up your thighs to grip your waist. “You.” Tom growls, inches from your ear, his hot breath tickling your neck.

Before your brain can process this, Tom lifts, and then, places you on the kitchen island. You gasp at the sudden sensation, of the cool surface against your heated skin, and Tom takes this opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. One of his hands falls to the small of your back, holding you against him, while the other reaches up to cup your face - controlling the kiss. Immediately, your legs wrap around his waist and pull him forward, to close the distance between the two of you.

You moan at the friction you feel against his sweats, and begin grinding your hips into it. The feeling of his clothed erection, against your exposed skin is a unexpectedly heady sensation. You hear him groan into your mouth, as his tongue massages against yours. Breaking away from the kiss, Tom nips at your lower lip, before untangling himself from you.

You move to protest, until you see him turn and reopen the fridge, digging through it. After a beat, he turns to face you with a bottle of carmel sauce in his hand. Your eyebrows furrow together, as he dips his index and middle finger into the container. “I told you,” he explains, “you’re going to be breakfast.”

When your mouth pops open, Tom places his two covered fingers on your bottom lip. “Suck.” He says, watching you intently, his eyes heated. Saying nothing, you grab his hand and bring his index finger into your mouth, sucking hard. You hear his sharp intake of breath, and watch as his bottom lip gets caught between his teeth. Your tongue swirls around his finger, before you pull it out of your mouth, and nibble at the tip of it. He watches, as you then take his middle finger into your mouth, repeating the same motion as before.

To be extra thorough, you pull both fingers into your mouth as your tongue flicks up the sides, and in between them. Tom licks his lips as you pull his fingers out your mouth, kissing the tips of them. “Good girl.” Tom rasps, as he leans down to kiss you, his hand trailing down your body. You moan into his mouth, when his fingers slide past your wet folds and then slip inside of you. “Jesus, Tom.” You groan, tilting your head back at the welcome sensation. His fingers curl inside you, as his thumb circles your clit. “Baby, you’re so fucking wet for me.” You close your eyes, as Tom leans down to kiss your neck - retracing his marks from last night.

Suddenly, he pulls his fingers out of you, causing you to whimper in protest. Your eyes flicker open, “Why’d you stop?” Looking up, you find Tom sucking his fingers clean, his eyes are closed as he savors each finger’s taste of you. “Because, I wanted a taste. I’m hungry.” You blink up at him, as his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you back upright.

His fingers begin unbottoning your(his) shirt, slowly working their way down. Once the shirt is undone, he uses his index finger to push it open, revealing your naked body to him. He clicks his tongue as he eyes you up and down. “You are so fucking beautiful. You know that?” You blush, feeling his intense gaze on you, and your eyes avoid him by looking up at ceiling.

A cold, thick, liquid draining down your chest calls your attention back down. Tom has begun dripping the carmel sauce down your chest, allowing it spill over your breasts and down your stomach. Your nipples harden at the cool tempature, and you bite your lip in anticipation.

“You’re going to taste so good, pretty girl.” Tom admits idly, his eyes growing in hunger as they watch the sauce work it’s way down your chest. After a beat, he pushes you onto your back and pulls your body down - so half of you is sprawled on top of the counter, while the other half wraps around his waist to hold itself up. Using one arm he holds you up, while the other rests on the counter to balance the two of you in this position.

His tongue instantly starts on your collarbones, slowly working his way across them to lick up all of the carmel. One of your hands falls down, to help prop yourself up, and the other digs into his hair, before sliding down his back and flattening against it - holding him close. “God, Tom. You’re so good.” You encourage, as his mouth continues lower, his tongue working it’s way over the tops of your breasts. “Tell me, darling,” Tom breathes against your skin, “tell me how good it feels.” His mouth restarts its process, sucking along the sides of your breasts and working their way in.

“So good, Tom.” You moan. “Please.” You beg, not sure exactly what you want, just knowing you don’t want him to stop. Ever. He pulls one of your breasts into his mouth, and his tongue begins rolling over your nipple. “Fuck.” You groan, as your hips buck up suddenly, grinding against his growing erection. He moans around your nipple, before pulling it out of mouth and working his way over the other breast - repeating the same process.

Once he pulls that breast out of his mouth, you cup the back of his neck and tug his mouth to yours. His lips are sticky, and he tastes of carmel and coffee. Your tongue is greedy for him, as it slips into his mouth, massaging against him. He exhales heavily, as his hand holding the two of you up, reaches to cup your face. You both fall back onto the island, as Tom’s hands slips under your shirt to hold your backside. You hardly notice the contact your head made with rough island surface, as your hands trail down his back to cup his ass, making him grind against your heat.

Please, Tom.” You mumble against his lips, and he knows exactly what you want. Holding himself up with one hand, he leans down with the other to tug his sweats off enough to free his hardened length. Wasting no time, Tom slides into you with ease and groans loudly as your insides clench around him. “Fuck,” he groans, closing his eyes briefly as he props himself onto his elbows.

You moan loudly as his hips swirl against yours, before beginning to thrust back and forth. Your arms loop around his neck, your breasts raising and falling as he reaches a more punishing rhythm. You feel your muscles begin tightening and the familiar heat grow in your stomach.

Suddenly, Tom leans up into a standing position and pulls you to edge of the counter. Dropping one of your legs to the side, and pulling the other higher up his waist, he begins hitting you at a new and deeper spot. You gasp, and throw your head back, your hips bucking against his to meet his new pace. One of your hands falls down to the counter, to hold yourself up, while the other wraps around Tom’s shoulders.

Leaning down, Tom takes your mouth in his as you feel yourself building again. One of Tom’s hands reaches down between you, and his thumb begins circling your clit. Your toes curl and you break away from the kiss to groan loudly. His hips and thumb continue their same momentum, and he has to snake his arm around your back to keep you up right, as your orgasm rips through you. “Tom, oh my god. Yes.” You’re practically screaming at this point, but you don’t care, your orgasm is too powerful to control yourself. “Shit, baby. God.” Tom’s head falls to the crook of your neck as he continue his same thrusts, pushing himself over the edge.

His hips grow sloppy, as he rides both of you through your highs, before he collapses against you, causing both of you to fall back. You stay like this, as you catch your breath; his head on your chest, and your fingers stroking his naked back. “Holy fuck.” He mumbles, standing straight, and pulling his sweats up. “I know.” You agree, rebuttoning your shirt - ignoring the feeling of sticky carmel on your skin.

“How’s that for breakfast?” Tom grins, leaning down to kiss you sweetly. You shrug and purse your lip, mimicking him earlier. “It’s alright.” Tom rolls his eyes, before kissing your hair. You hop off the island and stretch out your limbs. “So, really,” you say opening the fridge and glancing over at Tom. “What’s for breakfast?”

To Build a Home

Summary: Reader and Bucky are trying for a baby
A/N: I was going through my prompt tag and came across this prompt and had to write it. It’s named after this song which helped inspire me To Build a Home - The Cinematic Orchestra. Please come let me know what you think.
Word count : 1419

Originally posted by relationshipaims

You stare at the test in your hand, a tear slipping down your cheek. It’s only when you feel a warm hand wiping the tear away that you remember Bucky, your husband is sitting next to you. “It’s okay darlin’, we can try again” he murmurs pressing a kiss to your temple. It was the third test in the last few months and you wondered if you would ever have a baby. “It’ll happen” he whispers, taking your free hand in his. You knew he was also trying to reassure himself. Both of you had been tested after fears of infertility but the doctor had claimed you were both fine in that department, so now it was a waiting game. 

You get up throwing the test in the trash before laying down on the bed. Sadness tugs at your heart as your mind races with questions and possibilities. Bucky kneels on the bed gently rolling you onto your back, he leans down kissing you gently.

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Preference: Proposals


It’s during a sparring match, and you, for once, successfully pin him to the ground. You smirk as he stares up in awe. ‘Marry me’ he suddenly blurts out, and you can’t help but laugh. ‘Did I suddenly pass your test? I get to marry you because I was able to beat you?’ Quickly, Rowan switches your positions so now he is on top. ‘No, of course not, but it does help.’ He winks as you scowl up at him. ‘But really, I want you to marry me.’ ‘Okay, but only if you beat me in the first thirty seconds of the next round.’ He grins at the challenge and stands, offering a hand to help you up. Of course, incredibly easily, Rowan once again pins your to the ground and smirks. ‘Well, guess you’re gonna have to marry me now.’ You grin, ‘A deal’s a deal, I suppose.’ 


Always the hopeless romantic, Rhysand proposes to you with rose petals. He makes a trail of them from the front door to your bedroom, where ‘Marry me’ is written out on the floor in front of your bed in even more petals. You gasp, tingles spreading down your spine as he comes up behind you, his arms circling your waist and pressing the ring into your palm. “Will you, darling?” He murmurs into your ear, sending even more shivers through your very bones. You turn around in his arms, pretending to think about it as you slip the ring onto your finger. After playful deliberation, you sigh, ‘I suppose,’ you finally answer, his arms tightening around you. His head tilts forwards and you smile against his lips. ‘You wicked thing.’ He accuses, then scoops you up and carries you to the bed, which is also covered in rose petals. 


Walking along a beach, a perfect date with Dorian is coming to a close. Suddenly, he gets down on one knee and you gasp, covering your mouth with one hand as he takes the other in his own, looking up at you with his big, sapphire eyes full of hope. Out of his pocket, Dorian pulls a small red and gold box, presenting it to you and showing a beautiful piece of jewelry inside. ‘I don’t want to rule without you. Please, marry me. Bare my children. Be my queen.’ When you scream yes, he slips the ring on your finger and stands, picking you up around the waist and twirling you around. 

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10 Things I Hate About You

Summary: Your brother is getting Married and your brothers best man has made you want to pull your hair out.

Pairing: Park Jimin / Reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 5.2k

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You were finishing up your work on your laptop as your phone rang. You saw that it was your little brother calling.

It’s been a while since you’ve seen your brother, you always kept in touch but after you went to college in the states, you gone your separate ways. After college you decided to stay in America, you met a lot of people and you loved your job. You were a reporter for a magazine company.

“Hey Jungkook, what’s up?” You greeted.

“Nothing….how are you? How’s the job?”

“It’s good…..tiring.”

“Okay so the reason I called was because I’m getting married.”

It took you a minute to process what he said. You knew Jungkook was in a serious relationship but you didn’t realize how long it’s been now. You met her a few years ago and she was the sweetest girl you have ever met.

“(Y/N)?….I know I’ve should of called you sooner but things have been so busy.” He broke your train of thought.

“It’s fine, I just can’t believe my little brother is getting married.” You said excitedly.

“So I was wondering if you can take off of work for a few weeks to help with the wedding. Ara is already freaking out on all the planning.” He sounded panicked. “Also we want you as a bridesmaid anyway.”

“When’s the wedding?” You asked.

“Two weeks.” You didn’t realize how soon that was especially if you needed to take off of work.

“Okay, I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you so much (Y/N).”

“Of course Jungkook, I love you.”

He said it back and you ended your call. Now you need to make a compromise with your job.


You were boarding your plane to Seoul. Your job allowed you to take off as much as you need as long as you still worked from your computer. Easy enough.

You were excited to finally see your family after four years. It was your brother and your mother who were the most crushed about you moving to America.

When you finally reached your destination, you walked around looking for Jungkook. He said he was picking you up at the airport.

You saw your brother on the other end of the airport. He waved at you and you smiled, speed walking in his direction. You noticed another guy standing next to him. He was slightly taller then your brother. You didn’t recognize him, but honestly you never met any of Jungkook’s friends.

When you were close enough you jumped into your brothers arms. You missed him so much. Four years can do a lot to a person, especially your brother. He was a lot taller, more handsome, his body was definitely more toned from his tight squeeze he was giving you. He’s changed more then you thought.

“I missed you.” He said still embraced in the hug. When he finally let go, he turned to his friend.

“(Y/N), this is Jin.”

He reached his hand out for you. He seemed nice from his gentle smile.

“Hi, it’s finally nice to meet you.”


In the car you were quite curious about your brothers friend. “Are you the best man?” You asked.

“No, but I should be.” He turned his head to answer you from the front seat.

“Come on you know it was a hard decision between all of you.” Jungkook confessed.

“But it should clearly be me, I’m the most handsome.” You and Jungkook laughed.

Jungkook brought his hand around and smacked his friend. “Jungkook hands on the wheel.” You smacked your brother.

“I’ve never been so feared for my life.” You said causing Jin to laugh and Jungkook glared at you from the rear view mirror.


When you got to the house, it looked the same as you remember. Jungkook helped you with your bags to the upstairs bedroom that used to be yours. When you entered the backyard you saw many familiar faces and many that were not.

“(Y/N) sweetie your here.” Your mother embraced you in a hug. You felt tears build up in your eyes. When you pulled away you noticed your mother also had tears in hers as well. Next your father picked you up embracing you in a tight, bone crushing hug. He missed you more then he put off.

“Please don’t leave again.” He pouted. “You should move back here with us.”

You looked at your dad softly, you never knew he felt this way. This was your whole family by your side, all gathered here for a special event. Maybe you should reconsider moving back.

“I’ll definitely think about it.” You kissed your father on the cheek.

“(Y/N) I want to introduce you too my friends.” Jungkook pulled you away from your parents.

There was four guys down the line. “You already met Jin, this is Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok.” Your brother had really attractive friends, you weren’t going to lie.

“Ara is on her way with Taehyung and Jimin, they are picking up food.” He had more friends coming? You never knew your brother was so popular. You had three close friends that’s it.

Jungkook pulled you inside the house so you can help him gather plates for the outside tables that were set up.

“I was wondering, can you help Jimin tomorrow on the table arrangements, he’s in charge of the RSVP’s and you know how our family is…..and you’ll get to know each other since he’s my best man.” Oh, so Jimin is the best man. He must be your brothers closest friend.

“Sure.” You smiled.

“Thank you….and don’t worry about Jimin, you’ll love him.”

“I’ll text you the address and Jimin will help you from there.” You nodded.


“Kookie.” You heard someone enter the backyard.

“Hey babe.” He went over and kissed his bride-to-be.

“Hi kookie.” You heard mocking voices behind them.

“Oh shut up.” Ara smacked the two guys who were making their way outside with everyone else. One had shaggy brown hair, he was holding four boxes of pizzas. The other one had soft silver-ish blonde hair, he was carrying a few packs of beer. They were both gorgeous.

“Okay everyone dig in.” Jungkook announced.

“(Y/N).” Jungkook waved you over.

“This is your sister?” The guy with blonde hair asked. He blushed as soon as he saw you.

“This is Tae and Jimin.” You finally met the guy you will be working with tomorrow. He was cute.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” You shook both their hands.

“Don’t drink too much, you have a lot of work to do tomorrow.” Jungkook spoke up to Jimin.

“No worries.” He smiled.


You had to meet Jimin at eight in the morning. You felt a little jet lagged, so you were exhausted.

As soon as you entered the building to the dinning hall, you were stunned how beautiful it was. The room had a beautiful ocean top view from being on the fourth floor.

“Nice huh?” You turned around and saw Jimin. He looked pretty awake for someone who drank a lot last night.

“Hey.” He was taken back by your appearance. You didn’t put much effort towards your attire. You just put on ripped jeans and a plain white v neck this morning. And tied your hair up in a messy bun, you didn’t even bother putting makeup on.

“You look awful…did you drink last night?” He just insulted the way you looked.

“Thank you that’s the definition of what a girl wants to hear.” You answered sarcastically. “And no I did not drink….did you forget I flew from the other side of the world.” You snapped. You clearly weren’t a morning person, especially when you’re jet lagged.

“Sorry no offense….you can go home and sleep if you want.” He kindly offered.

“No I’m fine….not hungover either….I’m surprised your not though.” You crossed your arms.

“My body is used to the alcohol I guess.” Jimin smirked. Okay I don’t like him.

Jimin gave you the impression that he was a party animal. Quite opposite from your brother.

“Do you have the check list?”

He reached into his bag and pulled out a clipboard. He handed it to you and you looked around the dining hall. “Okay so 145 guest are coming.” You talked out loud to yourself.

You walked around with the clipboard trying to figure where the bride and groom should go. What you actually didn’t know was Jimin was secretly admiring you. He thought you were beautiful, he thought you had the perfect body but he knew better then to hit on his best friends sister. Jimin thought it was best to erase those thoughts from his mind.

“I think the bride and groom should go here….and then this table here we’ll have his closest friends….then over her-”

“What about we have them in the middle and the bridesmaids over here and the grooms over here.” He interrupted you.

“It’s more traditional that the married couple sit by themselves in front watching the party.”

“But the grooms men and bridesmaids are part of the wedding, we should sit next to the bride and groom.” Jimin argued back.

“How about you sit-” You tried to control your anger. “How about we leave that up to my brother and Ara okay?” You sighed.

“My parents with my grandparents will go here.” You walked over to the other side. “Her parents and grandparents here.”

The rest of the tables you mostly agreed on with a few petty arguments here and there but you finally had a final decision on everyone, except on the bridesmaids and grooms men. It took four hours but you were happy.

You decided to grab a quick bite before you went back to your parents house. Jimin insisted he go with you so you wouldn’t get kidnapped.

“Yeah because I can’t defend myself in broad daylight or anything.” More sarcasm.

“Wow Jungkooks sister is feisty.”

“What? I’m not feisty.” You questioned.

“Yeah you are.” He laughed. “I was almost scared to give suggestions…I felt like you would eat me.”

“You’re an ass you know that.” You raised your eyebrows.

“Takes one to know one.” He smirked.

You rolled your eyes and went up to the counter ordering your food. Before the cashier completed the order Jimin barged in saying what he wanted. He handed the card to the lady. “If this is your way of apologizing then I’ll take it.” You smiled and went to sit down.

“Your nothing like Jungkook.” Jimin spoke up.

You just stared at him almost offended. Coming from his mouth it probably was. “Jungkooks pretty shy….most of the time.”

“What are you saying I’m loud?” You asked.

“No, you’re just….not shy.” He looked down away from your glare. “You’re very intimidating.”

“I’m usually not like that but I feel like everything you said to me today was an insult so sorry that I don’t trust what you say.”

“I’m sorry, I usually don’t have this effect on women.”

“What, real conversations?” You started, trying to keep a steady tone. “Are you used to girls throwing themselves at you….no time for conversations for you.” The sarcasm was never leaving your voice.

He looked hard at you, thinking about what you said. “Do you think I’m a fuckboy or something?”

You immediately looked up at him from his choice of words.

“No.” You looked back down at your food. “I’m not quick to judge.”

He laughed. “I promise you that I’m not.”

“Seeing your brother getting married makes me wish I was in a relationship.” His voice soften.

You immediately felt guilty. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it….I’m not good with relationships either, if you can tell.”

“Is it because you constantly snap at them.” You raised one eyebrow but you smirked. “I still think you’re an ass.”

You got up and threw your things in the trash.

You went outside hauling a cab. You felt Jimin’s presence on your back. “Are you following me?”

“I was just thinking that I can drive you over….unless you want to ride the backseat of a cab that is probably covered in blood, sweat, and tears…and worse.” He leaned into you closer. “Jizz.”

He laughed and you hit him in the arm. “You’re disgusting.”

“It’s true though…you think they clean those seats.” You watched as he smirked while his tongue brushed his bottom lip.

“Fine.” You followed him to his car.


“So how did it go.” Your brother asked as soon as you got home. Jimin ran to the bathroom real quick, so Jungkook wanted your honest opinion.

“Fine.” You smiled falsely. Jungkook just looked at you arching his eyebrows, he knew you were lying.

“Okay honestly, your friend is a pain in the ass.” Jungkook and Ara just laughed.

“There it is.” Ara smiled. “Told you.” She looked at Jungkook completely oblivious to the comment.

“Whatever….he’s the sweetest guy that I know.”

“We know but he’s just a pain.” Ara said. “Like an annoying brother.”

You just nodded but you simply disagreed, you could never picture him as your brother, you wouldn’t want him as your brother.

You heard the bathroom down the hall open, so you all immediately changed the subject. “So Jimin and I decided that it would be your decision if you wanted your own table or if you wanted the bridesmaid and grooms men on your side.” You started.

You felt the couch sink next to you as Jimin sank down next to you. Jungkook and Ara took a second to think about it. “I think I rather have all of us together.”

“Ha…do I know my best friend or what.” Jimin high five Jungkook causing you to roll your eyes.

“Sorry I guess I just like traditional that’s it.” Jimin immediately calmed down when he saw your pout.


You were siting outside in the backyard with Ara going over the center pieces for the wedding. She was browsing through the tablet. “This one is perfect.” She cheered.

“Ara, the florist is on the phone.” Your mother called Ara from inside the house.

“Hey beautiful.” You heard a voice behind you suddenly.

You looked behind you, to your surprise it was Jimin. “I’m sorry were you talking to me? A few days ago you complimented on how ugly I was.”

You were taken back by his appearance, he was wearing a button up plaid shirt with black ripped jeans, to top it all off he had a snapback and sunglasses on. He looked so good. You just wished he wasn’t a pain in your ass.

“I didn’t mean it like that, I was concerned you didn’t get enough sleep.” He leaned on the table next to you, too close to your liking. The way his sunglasses hung off his face was cute. Stop, thinking about him that way.

“What are you doing here?” You asked.

“I wanted to hang out with you.” He smirked taking the seat next to you. You glared at him.

“What are you really doing here?”

“Jungkook asked me if I had a speech ready and I sort of lied and told him I did and then I remembered that you write for a living so I thought I ask you for help.”

“What makes you think I’ll help you.” His face dropped.

“(Y/N) can you save that picture for me, I’m going to run over to the florist.” Ara rushed out. You nodded and she left you alone with the nuisance.

“Please, I’ll do anything.” He begged.

“There’s nothing that I want from you.” You teased.

“Please.” He said softly.

You looked at him, he was so cute when he was like this, like a puppy. “Fine…but I swear if you offend me once…I will punch you in the face.” He smiled.

“I meant what I said by the way.” He pulled out his phone.


“That you’re beautiful.” He blushed.

“With makeup on?”

“Can’t you just take the compliment?” He huffed.

You looked down blushing, you were glad he was looking at his phone because he really did have an affect on you that you couldn’t admit.


For the past hour you helped him come up with a decent speech that you could tell was written by himself. You moved from the backyard to the nice air conditioned house. You were cooking something small for the both of you in the kitchen. You inherited your mothers perfect cooking skills so you enjoyed trying new things. When you placed the food in the oven, you heard Jimin enter the kitchen, still on his phone.

“How are you at dancing?” He asked you. Such a random question.

“I’m okay I guess.” You shrugged your shoulders.

“Slow dancing?” He asked further.


“Because we’ll be dancing at the wedding together, especially for the first dance when we join in.”

“Why me?” You asked confused from his offer.

“Because I’m the best man and you’re the maid of honor.”  Oh, that’s right you are forced to dance together, it’s not like he wants to or anything.

He played a song off his phone and walked up closer to you. He bowed before you. “My lady.”

You tried not to laugh at his lame attempt to ask you to dance. He leaned back up extending his hand out for you, you rolled your eyes taking it. He brought you in extremely close that you could feel his hips attached to yours. You actually  felt butterflies in your stomach from his touch. He held your right hand as his right hand wrapped around your hip. He started swaying you to the music. It felt nice, you haven’t slow danced since your senior prom and even so this felt a lot more passionate.

Jimin was a good dancer, he made you feel like you were floating, he twirled you around and brought you back in. This time his forehead was leaning on yours as your hips swayed to the music. You felt like your breathing stopped when you saw him lean in further to you. He was going to kiss you, and you weren’t stopping it.

You both looked up startled when you heard the back door open. You saw Jungkook walk in from the clear view it had from the kitchen. Jimin and you were still in your dancing positions.

“What’s going on?” He smirked at the both of you.

“Nothing.” You slightly pushed Jimin away. “He was teaching me how to slow dance.”

“But you know how to slow dance.” He was still smirking at the both of you.

“I haven’t done it in a while.” You crossed your arms.

Jungkook laughed when he noticed the serious expression that Jimin was holding. Jungkook knew his friend all too well.

“Jimin, we need to pick up our suits.” Jungkook stated.


“Hey, so what did I walk into?” Jungkook finally asked Jimin at the tailor.

“Nothing.” Jimin answered.

“Jimin….it’s okay.” Jimin just shrugged his shoulders. “It’s okay if you like my sister.”

Jimin looked up at him shocked. “I don’t know wha-”

“You can’t lie your way out of this one man.” Jungkook patted his best friend on the back.

“She hates me.” Jimin sighed.

“What makes you think that?”

“I can just tell.” He laughed.

“She doesn’t hate you….I can just tell.” Jungkook said making Jimin laugh.


For the past week, everyone was busy with the wedding, it was finally down to the day before and it was the rehearsal in the church. It wasn’t really hard to walk down an aisle, but here you were. When every one was on time there was one person that wasn’t. Jimin. Where was he?

“Where’s Jimin?” You asked.

“I told him to pick up the rings.” Jungkook said.

“Hey sorry I’m late.” Jimin ran through the door. You couldn’t help but laugh at how cutely he stumbled through the door.

“What are you laughing at.” He mumbled at you.

“Nothing.” You looked ahead. You noticed the rehearsal was starting as the flower girl and ring bearer was walking down the aisle. Then followed by the other bridesmaids and grooms.

Then it was yours and Jimins turn, you felt nervous for some reason as you had to interlock your arm with his. Your body was confused as you felt the butterflies. You didn’t know why you were so affect by him. Your head was telling you he was irritating but your heart was telling you something else.

When you reached the end of the aisle you had to separate. You finally had the chance to catch your breath. Then it was Ara’s turn to walk down with her father. She looked lovely, you can’t wait until you see her in her dress tomorrow.

The rest of the ceremony was the usual boring speech the bride and groom go through. The rest of you got to sit and watch. You choose to sit close to the back, taking advantage of the a.c. vent above your head. Jimin came up with the decency to sit next to you.

“You know…you’re one of those annoying people who like to park next to the only car in the parking lot, even though there are hundreds of other spots they could park.” Jimin tried to hold in his laughter.

“Why are you so hostile towards me?”

“You drive me that way.” You smiled.

“Can you believe he’s getting married tomorrow.” You said.

“Its beautiful.” Jimin looked ahead quite sadly. “It’s nice to see that true love exist.”

You looked at Jimin stunned. Was he really that lost? He was a hopeless romantic, he desperately wanted to feel loved by someone and you felt defeated. Jimin wasn’t the person you first thought he was. He had a heart and you judged him off the bat. You could relate to him in every way. You felt a connection.

You reached over and grabbed his hand. The action had him jerk his head in your reaction. He was confused. He felt like you didn’t care about sappy cliche feelings, especially his.


The rest of the night had you feeling all confused. Did you like Jimin? You felt like it was obvious he liked you, but you pushed him away so often you wouldn’t be surprised if he hated your guts.

The guys had their usual bachelor party and you girls had a day at the spa. It was the most relaxing time you ever had in your life.

The morning before the wedding actually felt nice and relaxing, the planning was well seatled. You still had three hours before the wedding started and you were already on your way to the church with the rest of the girls. Lucky the church was in the same hotel as the reception.

After you got ready you decided to make sure everything was all set. You made your way up towards the dining hall. You were confused when you noticed Jimin panicking. He was on his hands and knees looking under tables.

“What’s going on?”

He stood up and looked at you, first he looked flushed, but then it turned to a gazing stare.

You was blown away from how beautiful you looked. And you hate to admit but he was looking hot as well. He looked good in a suit.

“You look beautiful.” He smiled.

“Thank you….why are you crawling around in the floor?”

His facial expression changed back to a panic. “Okay….I sort of lost the rings.”

“What?” You almost yelled.

“I know….I had them a second ago.”

“You better find them.” You helped him look around the dining hall.

“Why don’t you trace your steps.” You suggested.

“Where were you before this?”

He stood there thinking of all the places he could of possibly went. “You obviously went to the wine closet.” You pointed to the bottles on each table. They were part of the center pieces Ara wanted.

It clicked in his head and he ran out the door. You followed him close by, even in your heels. He opened the door to the medium size room. He traced along the counters until he saw a basket of towels.

“Holy shit….they’re here.” He sounded releaved.

“Thank you.” He wrapped his arms around you, embracing you in a hug. You couldn’t help but smile from his dorkyness. When he pulled away he looked at you lustfully.

You felt the need to kiss him and you know he did too by the way he leaned in closer.

He was close enough that you felt his breath brush you lips. Just as the space got smaller, you heard his phone go off. He didnt move, he just closed his eyes in annoyance.

“You should answer that.” You softly spoken and moved further away.

You saw the glance of the ID, it was your brother. “Hey.” He answered as you made your way closer to the door.

“I’ll be right there.”


The wedding was absolutely beautiful, Ara looked gorgeous in her dress. You loved the feel of weddings, everyone seemed so happy. You laughed from the fact that your parents were crying wrecks.

When it finally got time to the reception, it was pretty late. You got a glimpse of the sun going down over the ocean. It was a beautiful, especially for a wedding.

Everyone was settled down, some sitting, some dancing. “You want to dance?” Jimin whispered in your ear just as the music turned slow.

Wow, second time of the night?

You nodded and got up with him. He led you to the dance floor and you couldn’t help but notice the smile on Jungkooks face.

He took your hand and placed his other hand around your waist as you place your hand on his shoulder.

“Did I mention how beautiful you look.” You blushed.

“Yes, you did like three times.” You laughed. “Have you been drinking?”

“Actually no.” He said proudly. “I’ve only had champagne.” You arched your eyebrows. “I promise.”

“I should of know better then to complement you.” He smiled.

“Thank you…..you look very handsome I suppose.” You said sarcastically.

You both swayed to the music, you felt contented, like you wanted this feeling to last forever. You once again both caught yourselves leaning in until your foreheads were against each other. You just listened to your heart beating out of your chest. “I have to use the restroom.” You pulled away.

You turned away towards the door. You turned around as you saw the look of disappointment hidden on Jimin’s face. “Are you coming?” He looked up at you confused.

You pointed your finger to signal for him to follow you. He immediately started towards you as you both made your way towards the women’s restroom.

When you entered the room with Jimin holding your hand behind you, you felt relieved that the room was empty. You walked over to the counter as Jimin locked the door. As soon as he made his way over to you, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a deep desperate kiss.

Every time you both had a close call, it was driving you crazy. You decided to follow your heart instead of your head. You liked Jimin and you finally could admit that to yourself.

You gently grabbed the backs of his hair as you battled dominance in your kiss. Jimin was attempting to bypass your mouth with his tongue. It didn’t take you long to grant him access. He slid his hands down your thighs and tugged under your knee to signal you to jump. He gently placed you on the bathroom counter. You felt him place his lips to your neck, leaving wet marks on your fragile skin.

A week ago you would of laughed at the thought of being this intimate with Jimin, you resented him.

You silently moaned as he kissed below your ear. “I love hearing you like this noona.” He whispered.

You could feel his member harder between your legs. You got butterflies from the thought.

“We better hurry this up, you never know if someone needs the bathroom.” You smirked.

Just then he slid his hand up under your dress feeling the waist line of your panties. He slowly slid them down making you crazy. He was a tease. You let them fall to the floor as you grabbed his belt buckle.

He kissed you passionately as you unbuckled his belt and undid his zipper. You wanted to feel him before you started. You started to rub him outside of his boxer briefs admiring every part of him. He still had his hand up your dress rubing circles along your outer thigh.

You tugged on his pants to expose what was necessary. You needed him and you needed him now. You couldn’t wait any longer. You wrapped your legs around his waist bringing him closer. He leaned his head against yours watching himself line up with your center. You breathed slowly as he pushed inside. You were a little tight so the pain was visible, but you didn’t care. He started to thrust at a steady pace that felt intimidating.

“Go faster.” You demand causing him to smirk at you. He picked up his pace driving your head back to lean on the mirror. The pleasure was hypnotizing, you felt like you were in a daydream and you never wanted to leave.

“Fuck Jimin.” He was thrusting rapidly. You felt tingles all over your body. He kissed your neck as you moaned his name. The sound was music to his ears, he smiled through the kiss.

You heard the bathroom door handle jiggle a few times but that didn’t stop you. “Faster.” He smirked from how impatient you were.

You felt him slow down as he closed his eyes tight as you felt him reached his climax inside of you. You weren’t far behind him as you felt your body go numb. You leaned back against the mirror as the feeling passed. It was incredible. If you weren’t occupying a public bathroom you would beg for seconds.

He slightly giggled leaning his head against yours. You brought your lips into his smiling in the process.

“We better get going.” You whispered as you heard the door knob jiggle again.

He pulled out of you quickly causing you to gasp. As soon as he buckled his pants he picked up your underwear, pushing them back up under your dress. He sweetly helped you off the counter as you made your way towards the door.

You opened the door and luckily you saw no one, but as you walked back to the dining hall, you noticed a few girls passing you with a hotel employee, probably to unlock the door. You and Jimin tried to contain your laughter.

As soon as you got back you noticed everyone seated. You saw Ara’s parents making a speech. When you took your seats Jungkook leaned in towards Jimin.

“Where the fuck you’ve been, your speech is coming up?”

“We needed some fresh air.” Jimin lied.

You nodded as you saw Jungkook smirk. He looked down and laughed. “Your fly is down.” He whispered to Jimin but you clearly heard. You both looked at each other and blushed.

“And your lipstick is a little smudged.” He smiled at you. “I’m glad you guys are finally getting along.”

There was an uneasy feeling between the both of you but Jimin grabbed your hand under the table.

You looked up at him and smirked. “I still think you’re an ass.”

He smirked back.


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When Harry is so much of an overprotective Dad, he doesn’t even know who he is anymore.

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Unusual Herbs

Recently, as I was reading through several books, I came across quite a few ingredients that I had either never heard of or was unsure of their exact nature. While the herbs compiled below are not necessarily “unusual,” they are ones of which I did not have extensive knowledge. Hopefully this list can be of help to anyone new to the craft, if not at least interesting reference material. 

Also known as “devil’s dung” due to its foul smell, asafoetida is a type of resin derived from a perennial herb native to Iran and Afghanistan. Today, it is mainly used as a powdered seasoning in India, as it tastes like garlic or onions when heated. Its magical powers include exorcism, purification, and protection. Careful when storing, as the odour may contaminate nearby herbs. 

Also referred to as “snake weed,” bistort is a flowering plant native to Europe, as well as North and West Asia. Its long flowers are different shades of pink. The American bistort (or smokeweed) has white to pinkish blooms. This plant’s magical uses include psychic powers and fertility. When combined with frankincense, you can improve physic powers, aid in divination, or drive out poltergeists.

May be called “sweet flag,” “sweet rush,” “sweet cane,” “sweet grass,” “sweet root,” or “sweet sedge.” A type of wetland plant, its magical uses include luck, healing, money, and protection. The powdered root can be used in healing incenses and sachets. Use caution, this plant may be carcinogenic.

Of the two species listed in Cunningham’s Encyclopaedia of Magical Herbs, one is native to the eastern parts of US and Canada, while another is native to Eurasia and Northern Africa. Cinquefoil has blooms that can be white or yellow and leaves looking similar to those on strawberry plants. Its magical uses include money, protection, prophetic dreams, and sleep. 

Sometimes called “wild vanilla” because the leaves, when crushed or dried, produce the scent of vanilla. The leaves can be used to flavour tobacco. Native to North America, this herb grows pretty purple florets, and it is this attribute which leads some to call it by another name, “blazing star.” Its magical uses are lust and psychic powers. 

Lesser galangal (Alpinia officinarum) is native to China, while greater galangal (Alpinia galanga) is native to South Asia and Indonesia. May be referred to as “chewing John” or “Low John the Conqueror,” this herb is a member of the ginger family. Its magical uses include protection, lust, health, money, psychic powers, and hex-breaking. If galangal is not available, ginger may be substituted. 

Grains of Paradise:
This peppery-like spice is native to West Africa and, along with galangal, belongs to the ginger family. Its powers include lust, luck, love, money, and wishes. While holding some grains of paradise in your hands, make a wish, and then throw a little of the herb to each direction, beginning in the north and ending in the west. 

Careful, this plant is poisonous! The flowers of “cherry pie” or “turnsole” can be white or purple and have the fragrance of vanilla. Garden heliotrope originates from Peru, while common heliotrope is native to Europe, North Africa, and Asia. This herb can be used for exorcism, prophetic dreams, healing, wealth, and invisibility. 

Most commonly used as an essential oil, niaouli is a type of tree covered in papery bark from the genus melaleuca, of “tea tree” fame. Niaouli oil is made from the leaves and twigs of the tree. Though native to Papua New Guinea, New Caledonia, and parts of Australia, it is considered a weed in the United States. Appropriate for use in a “protective” oil blend. 

Another essential oil, petitgrain is made from the leaves and twigs of the bitter orange tree, thus giving it a woodsy, citrus scent. This would also work well in a “protective” oil blend. 

A flowering plant with waxy, white blooms and leathery leaves, the particular species “Madagascar jasmine” is popular in wedding bouquets. Its essential oil has the magical property of friendship. 

Sometimes referred to as “golden buttons” because of the appearance of its flowers. It is native to Eurasia but invasive in some parts of North America and is toxic if ingested. Tansy can be planted to repel ants, and magically, it has the powers of health and longevity. 

This plant is native to southeastern Asia, Papua New Guinea, Melanesia, northeastern Australia, and parts of Polynesia, but was introduced to Hawaii by Polynesian settlers and greatly utilised there. “Ki” in Hawaiian, this plant is also referred to as “good luck plant.” Its associated deities include Kāne, Lono, and Pele. Magically, ti is used for protection and healing. Green ti planted around the house creates a protective barrier. 

A richly scented, night-blooming white flower native to Mexico. Tuberose absolute is true tuberose essential oil, while others are synthesised for the scent. If the fragrance bouquet is all you need, you can create this with the oils of ylang-ylang, rose, jasmine, and a hint of neroli. Magically used in love-attracting mixtures. 

Strongly scented, herbaceous plant sometimes referred to as “sweet woodruff,” “master of the woods,” or “wild baby’s breath.” Commercially, dried woodruff is used as pot-pourri or moth deterrent, but magically, it is used for victory, protection, and money. 

two year; shawn mendes

a/n: I really wanna do a marriage series so expect more of this!!!

synopsis: they’re wine drunk, baking cookies and celebrating their two year wedding anniversary.

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My Fake Boyfriend Part 10

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2960

Warnings: A lot of emotions, a lot of fluffy and a lot of against

@drinkfantasy thank you so much for being my beta.

You and Bucky enter the church hand to hand. As soon as you step in you have a bad feeling. “Doll, relax, I am here for you and it’s only a wedding, it’s not like you are going to war, trust me this is easier.” Bucky says kissing your forehead, he is trying to be funny but his tone is serious.

“How do you always know what I am feeling?” You ask sitting on a bench close to where your family is. “I pay attention to you, doll. You always bit your lip and you run your fingers through your hair when you’re nervous.” He says putting a string of your hair behind your ear.

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this is the l o n g e s t thing i’ve ever written also it’s literally a fluff extravaganza so you’re welcome. thanks to @kidinlovewithakid for helping me on this (it would actually suck ass if she didn’t) so enjoy folks! 

feedback is very much appreciated! <3 

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“Y/n,” you felt someone shake your body in attempt to wake you up. You groaned and turned yourself around so you were facing the opposite side of your warm bed. “Y/n you need to get up, you’re getting married today!” the voice you now identified as Mel, your best friend and maid of honour, kept vigorously shaking you until you finally sat up. You figured they must have let themselves in earlier since you had given Mel a key to the house for emergencies.

“Guys it’s so early please let me sleep,” you mumbled, wrapping yourself up in your warm comforter again in hopes they’ll give you just 5 more minutes. It may be your wedding day, but you were still beyond tired from last night’s rehearsal dinner and you were really starting to wish you and Shawn hadn’t stayed up for 4 hours after you got home. Neither of you had been able to sleep due to nerves and excitement so you decided to stay up and watch movies until you were tired.

“Where’s Shawn?” you mumbled, noticing that the other side of the bed was already empty.  You were a little disappointed that he woke up before you, even though you aren’t supposed to see each other until the ceremony you wanted to sneak in one last moment together before the chaos started.

“He left, now get up so you can go marry my brother!” Aaliyah exclaimed, jumping onto the bed and pulling the covers off you, exposing you to the cold morning air that was coming in from the window that Mel must have opened. You sat cross legged on your bed and took a look at your bridesmaids and the two mothers standing around you waiting for you to get out of the bed so you could finally go to the outdoor field where the ceremony was taking place.  You let out a shaky breath, the realization that you were actually getting married later finally sinking in.

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‘’Don’t get any wild ideas.’’

A/N: My first ever Au! I just love this idea and I can’t help but run with it, please give me some feedback (Good or Bad) to keep me motivated and hopefully get back to love writing as I did. I really hope you like this!! Please note that english is not my first language so there might be grammar mistakes

Pairings: Bucky X Reader

Prompt: Bartender Au / You’re not sure what started it but one thing is for sure, Bucky Barnes is a person you can’t stand and he’s not particularly happy with you either. What do you do when your feelings towards your annoying coworker during the preparation for your best friends’ wedding suddenly shift to a different direction, leaving you terrified.

Warnings: Language, alcohol, mention of cigarettes

Word count: 1417

Originally posted by thespoilerwitchblog

It was a relatively quiet hour at your work, a refreshing change from the usual busy atmosphere. Your heart was beating to the sound of music, the air smelling of alcohol and cigarettes while you mixed another drink behind the neon lid bar. It was a saturday night and you knew that soon the place would be crawling with people in search of more drinks, and other ways to put the seriousness of their lives on hold for a few moves on the dance floor. 

‘’Someone’s in a good mood tonight.’’ Your sister in life, your best friend, Natasha remarked as she scooted past you in the narrow bar in search of a bottle of whiskey. You swayed your body in line with the music, giving her a flirtatious smile in response, which she only returned with a giggle before returning back to her station. A couple of hours passed and soon the place was packed, heading into the dark night. 

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Two Nights Stand Part 3

Summary: (Modern Au) After a bad breakup, your roommate insists that you need to a one night stand to end your dry spell. Following her advice, you have a bad one night stand with Bucky Barnes, but what happened when you are forced to spend time with him?

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1500

Warnings: This is vaguely inspired by a movie of the same name. In the future, the series will be having smut so be warned.

A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta.

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Awkward silence, the room is full of awkward silence and the smell of French toast. The worst part is that you don’t know what you both can talk about, the only ice breaker you can think of is the weather and you don’t think Bucky would appreciate your puns.

“We need to talk if we are going to be stuck in here for the next 24 hours.” He says taking you away from your thoughts, you take a bite of your French toast and you have to admit this is the best french toast that you’ve ever eaten. “I agree, but no upsetting questions.”

“What is an upsetting question? Because most of the things can be upsetting if we stop to think about it.” You shrug “I don’t know, who taught you how to cook?” He takes a sip of his orange juice smiling back at you. “My mother and grandmother. When I was a kid I would spend a lot of time with them in the kitchen.”

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Puppy Love

Originally posted by moncheriwonwoo

Member: Mingyu
Genre: Fluff/Smut (Hybrid!AU)
Word Count: 2347

“Hey Gyu, I’m ho…oh.” you stopped in the doorway, greeted by the sight of your boyfriend frozen in place, holding a casserole dish.

“DON’T LOOK, THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE A SURPRISE,” he shouted, scurrying away as fast as he could without spilling anything from the dish. You giggled and closed your eyes dramatically, slapping your hands over your face to cover your face.

“I didn’t see anything! I promise!” you giggled. You could hear scuffling to the dining table and back, the clink of silverware, and the sink running. After a minute or so, the clattering quit and you could only hear soft footsteps getting closer until they stopped right in front of you.

“You can open your eyes now,” he said, and you fluttered your eyelids open to see his smiling face. His glowing eyes and his wolfy smile made you melt just a little bit, and in your peripheral vision you could see his tail excitedly swishing back and forth behind him. “I made us dinner.” he said, grabbing your hand. He led you over to the dining table and pulled out your chair for you, tapping his fingers on the wood as if he couldn’t even wait for you to sit down. As soon as you were pushed in, he almost ran over to his seat in order to lift the lid on the casserole. Underneath was a baked ziti, covered in tomato sauce and cheese.

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