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Babe, where’s my razor?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: None (fluff)

Word count: 979

Summary: The reader can’t stand Dean shaving all the time so she takes action!

A/N: Have you guys ever fantasized about Dean’s facial hair? If your answer is yes, this is the perfect fic for you!

It all started on a hunt a while back when you and Dean were stuck in a motel in the middle of nowhere. Dean had forgotten to pack his razor and since there was no drugstore in sight, he didn’t care which resulted in the sexy scruff that was starting to show itself on his cheeks.

Of course you didn’t mind. The opposite was the case actually. Watching him sit at the coffee table with his left elbow propped up, his heavenly scruffy face resting on his hand, was a view you thoroughly enjoyed.

Sadly, the morning after you guys returned to the bunker your new favorite thing about Dean was gone. You could have simply told him to keep it but you couldn’t stand seeing that self-satisfied smirk you were sure would play across his full lips once you admitted your weakness.

The next time you went on a hunt Dean did not forget to pack his razor, much to your disappointment.

But you came up with something that would hopefully work. Now it was your turn to smirk.

“I’m going to grab us something to eat. I’ll be back in half an hour,” your gorgeous, green-eyed boyfriend told you before he left the room.

Time to get to work.

You made your way to Dean’s duffel bag and after searching through it for a few seconds you found the evil object which kept that amazing scruff away from you.

Discarding it quickly you stood in the middle of the room but your victory was short lived. You knew Dean would go to the drugstore next to the motel to get a new one when he wouldn’t be able to find it, so you needed a backup plan.

Some may think that you were crazy for doing this but you didn’t care. You were firmly determined to go to all extents in order to accomplish your mission.

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anonymous asked:

RFA + V & Saeran's reaction to like an MC with a compulsive shopping problem like "MC when will we ever need fifteen scrub daddies?" Kinda thing. Because lemme tell you late night infomercials will get to you eventually.

this sure is a blast to the past.

Yoosung

  • Questions you? This boy enables you.
  • By month two of living together you own a menagerie of snuggies, an armada of specialized shower slippers, and a single Obama chia pet that lives on the kitchen counter.
  • He wanders in at the middle of the night to you sprawled out on the couch, watching the infomercials flicker in a daze, and he sits down in a stupor near you to sip his coffee and watch what’s occurring on the screen.
  • “Flex-tape,” he says to himself softly. “We could fix anything with that.”
  • “Yeah,” you say.
  • “Like the bumper of our car. And that leaky bucket. And the chair that keeps falling apart!”
  • “Yeah,” you say again, pulling out your phone.
  • Seven thinks this is hilarious. Zen tries to stage an intervention. Jumin is endlessly entertained by this silly commoner practice, and ends up taking one of your Forever Comfy Cushions for his own purposes.

Zen

  • “What are you buying,” Zen says, accusation permeating every inch of his flat voice. Nothing! you insist, but he doesn’t believe you.
  • He never believes you.
  • Zen loves you and thinks the sun itself shines in your eyes, but he also knows that you have a problem and knows that you do not need another specialty home improvement product.
  • “But these are cool!” You insist. “And useful! They’re feet for your chair and they keep your floors from getting scratches and YOU CAN’T TELL ME OUR CHAIRS DON’T NEED SHOES, ZEN. THEY’RE NAKED.”
  • “OUR CHAIRS ARE NAKED, ZEN.”
  • zen doesn’t understand. he’s lived a life of complete asceticism, often not even having the bare necessities of life. and here you are, filling his home with useless junk.
  • like really.
  • why do you need magnifying lens glasses.
  • you don’t.
  • y o u d o n ‘ t.

Jaehee

  • god save this poor woman it’s like dating jumin if jumin had some weird discount shopping fetish.
  • The word “sale” just gets you going like no other, and more than once have you shaken Jaehee awake saying that oh my god there’s this cooking product on tv and it looks so useful i could use it to make you perfect roasted apples AND over easy eggs and if we order now WE GET TWO
  • CAN I, JAEHEE
  • “go to sleep, MC,” jaehee says like a prayer, but she knows that god isn’t listening.
  • you’re going to order it.
  • you’re going to inflict this upon her.
  • …she is kind of grateful though when she realizes how damn handy your stupid Chop Wizard is for slicing onions. No more teary eyes. It’s like a miracle.

Jumin

  • whenever you open your mouth, Jumin hears a great idea while everyone else hears utter insanity..
  • Of course you need five pairs of ant-resistant socks, MC! That sounds like a great idea. Get five for me, too.
  • Of course you need Hydro Mouse Liquid Lawn to promote healthy lawn growth, MC! It doesn’t matter that you don’t have a lawn, it sounds useful for the future.
  • Of course you need a Super Duper Ultra Hi-def HDMI cable, MC! That way we can watch cat videos on the TV in crystal clear quality. 
  • Of course we -
  • MC IS THAT A LUXURY CAT CONDO ON TV?
  • BUY IT IMMEDIATELY.
  • jaehee has to get a storehouse for the Weird Bullshit you acquire and she also wants to die.

Seven

  • He turns infomercial shopping with you into a party game, where you pick random things to buy, and when they arrive, the pair of you try to find the most improbable uses for them ever.
  • Your house turns into this weird, Post-Apocalyptic style wreck where everything is crafted from jury-rigged infomercial products, and Seven is just Loving Life.
  • You have cabinets made out of multicolored duck tape and egg beaters, which you used your 5 Second Welding Wand to create. 
  • Your walls are made out of magic mesh, which you panted with your Specialty Paint Spray Applicator
  • Seven turns the set of miracle knives you bought into a makeshift home security system.
  • The 124-pack of magic, color changing markers was the best purchase of your collective lives, and you color in your ramshackle home, content with no one wanting to visit you ever.

V

  • V cannot say no to you, which is unfortunate, because someone really needs to say no to you.
  • Egg powder! Super choppers! Hey V, do we need a callous remover? S-sure, he stutters, and you buy that too.
  • You own five different kinds of furniture powder, eighty-one types of cleaning supplies, a drawer full of compression socks, and a case of Furniture Fixes to Lift Your Sagging Cushions™
  • Your house is somehow both pristine and also filled with junk. RIP V’s artsy minimalist lifestyle.
  • …Some of the products actually end up being pretty helpful for helping him deal with his blindness, though, so he’s thankful for that, at least.

Saeran

  • HE IS JUST AS BAD AS YOU, ESPECIALLY WHEN IT COMES TO TOYS
  • like seriously, you come home and you’ve got another box of weird gimmicky art supplies like air-blowing magic markers and color-shifting crayons. 
  • You have a jolly old time using them to decorate the new apple-slicer Saeran bought.
  • He gets a “make-your-own-crayon” kit and, well, that’s your Tuesday!
  • He tries to buy you presents, too, like new pots, pans, and a third pressure cooker, and you’re always so happy!
  • Finally, someone who gets it!
  • Finally, someone who understands!
  • You have a tool for every situation! Who cares if your house is going to burst?
  • …Eventually, Vanderwood convinces you to give some of the excess to charity, because this is ridiculous.

Vanderwood

  • “Can I - “
  • “No.”
  • "But it would be so - “
  • NO.”
  • “It’s so cheap though –”
  • N O,” Vanderwood declares like a Roman judge, then turns off the television. They are not allowing this. They are not playing this game. They are not –
  • Wait.
  • Was that a shower scrubber?
  • Shit, let’s get ten.
Suga Daddy: Part Two

Suga Daddy: Part 2

Word count: 6.9k

Genre: smut

Okay, I’m glad that some people liked this because I want to turn this into a series. This is pretty dirty so be warned. Anyway, on to the next part :)

part one


You were over at Taehyung’s, on the couch with him and Jimin watching a movie. Sadly, you weren’t paying too much attention to it because tomorrow you were trying out for a seniors dance showcase. It was a big deal for seniors, it was what they worked for all four years. This would be what they would perform for tons of people and entertainment scouters. Your school was known for helping dancers get jobs after this showcase at the end of the year.

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Reita and Aoi don’t like shopping for clothes (Rajigaze Jan 13)

Reita (reading mail): “Reita-san, Aoi-san, good evening. I’m writing you about one of this month’s themes, Anger. Last week you guys were talking about store employees [who pissed you off]”

Aoi: Ah yes yes (*the one where the cashier kept asking Aoi if he was sure he’d grabbed the right size of underwear as if he didn’t believe him)

Reita: “Last month I also got pissed off by a store employee for the first time in a while. I wanted to buy a new coat, so I was looking at them when one of the staff came and talked to me. Everything was fine until I tried it on, what happened after was the problem. I understand that [the staff] wanted to sell the coat, but they were trying to do so by comparing it to the one I was wearing that day. And maybe it was just the way they were saying it, but it felt like they were making fun of me, and I was really uncomfortable. Have you two ever experienced something like that?” – so I guess it was like, well your coat is like this but our coat is like – more stylish or something? 

Aoi: Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah 

Reita: Like saying her coat wasn’t as good?

Aoi: Yeah exactly. 

(Reita chuckles) 

Reita: I listened to your Anger talk last week you know

Aoi: Oh did you? 

Reita: Yeah, that guy who was like, “is this the right size,” right? (laughs) 

Aoi: Oh yEAH!

(both laugh) 

Reita: He asked u twice right…yeah I listened to that one

Aoi: Yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh…but you know I don’t really think many people talk about [the clothes they’re selling] in comparison with the ones you’re wearing…

Reita: Right? I don’t think they usually do that, no one’s ever done it to me…

Aoi: Well I guess everyone’s different

Reita: How do you feel about like – you know when you’re clothes shopping, the staff comes and talks to you a lot. Are you ok w that? 

Aoi: Omg no they talk to me so much omg 

Reita: (laughs) It’s annoying eh? 

Aoi: Yes…..

Reita: So they come up to u and ask “what are u looking for”……wyd

Aoi: NOPE

Reita: (laughing) What do you mean nope 

Aoi: I’m like noooope

Reita: They’re like “are you looking for a jacket?”

Aoi: Ughhhhhhh

Reita: It’s annoying when they ask, right?

Aoi: Well-uhh-yeh– (can’t talk)

(both laugh)

Reita: Like it’s fine if they’re like “feel free to try that on” and ur like “k thanks” and that’s it but…when they start explaining their products…

Aoi: Well I mean I don’t really…

Reita: Oh you don’t go clothes shopping that much anyway? Like once every few months?

Aoi: I probably go like once or twice a year. 

Reita: Ahhhh…

Aoi: So I don’t really know what stores are like.

Reita: Yeah same…and I always go to the same few stores, and it’s the same people working there all the time, so like…I wait on the third floor or something, and they bring the clothes up for me. 

Aoi: Wait what, like the clothes you wanna try on?

Reita: No they just bring a bunch of stuff up and I just try it on, and then they bring more stuff (laughs)

Aoi: Oh u famous huh

Reita: (laughing) No no no it’s just – [the store] goes all the way to the basement, so –

Aoi: So just go down there yourself. 

Reita: Nah I’m just like “bring me something good please.”

Aoi: (whispers) Damn,,,,,,,,,,,,

Reita: (laughs) But yeah I don’t really like going to clothing stores…so what, you buy them online?

Aoi: Yeah I do. 

Reita: Yeah I feel u. But you get the size wrong don’t you (laughs) 

Aoi: Yeh….yeh I do…….

Reita: Ruki used to always give me clothes that were the wrong size (laughs) he always gets the size wrong

Aoi: But even when it’s the same brand, sometimes the sizes are a little bit different depending on the thing, you know? 

Reita: Yeah totally.

Aoi: It’s unbelievable. 

Reita: It happens…like u get a shirt that’s way too small for u

Aoi: Like if it’s too big I can deal with it…but when it’s small

Reita: (laughs) if it’s small u can’t do shit w it

Aoi: Yes…

blazing arrows | pt. 5

❝The majority calls me Cupid, but, you can call me Jimin—I believe I owe you some debts for a mistake now long overdue.❞

⌲ genre: fluff, angst, future smut, & supernatural, au.

⌲ member: jimin feat. jungkookie

⌲ word count: 7.2 k

⌲ warnings: future mature content & shit tons of swearing.

↠ description: Stuck in what seemed to be unrequited relationship with Jeon Jungkook who just so happens to be in committed relationship with someone else as well, your heart was fragmented beyond any repair. So what exactly happens when you enter your room at 3 in the morning to find the culprit of your hellish misery, counting his gold-tipped arrows on the foot of your bed—wings outstretched and all?

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a month later.

“You look happy.”

If Min Yoongi’s looks could kill, there was no doubt Kim Taehyung would’ve been dead on the spot. Face planted on his damned two packet Splenda, two quarter teaspoon vanilla, and three spoons of cinnamon induced complicated ass coffee, you hoped to yourself as you stared incredulously at the boy across you, wondering how preposterous his previous remark was, no doubt a meme-worthy expression plastered on your face, own mug stopping midair.

“Well, I didn’t exactly spend my time moping and crying myself to sleep, Tae, for your information,” you rolled your eyes, putting down the glass on the table, Where the hell was Park Jimin?

“I just thought—y'know, it’s been like a month since—”

“Shut the fuck up, Taehyung,” Yoongi groaned, “Doesn’t mean she got her heart broken she has to deal with that shit, crying and isolating herself from the rest of the human race, which, if I’m not mistaken, something you did when that girl from your university who you claimed to be your girlfriend asked who the fuck you were.”

Taehyung pouted, scooting himself closer to the window to distance himself from Yoongi who was rolling his eyes, the younger one protesting all his might to defend his close-to-none dignity. Throwing your head back, you were left with nothing to do but laugh at Yoongi’s mock expression to Taehyung who was muttering incoherently about how he ended up with friends that has a rock for a heart and another with a solid fucking ice.

What Taehyung said after all hit you. If the circumstances would have been different and whatever happened with Jungkook, well, happened, you would’ve been miserable as miserable could ever get—you wouldn’t have been happy and probably soothing your heartache away with nothing but series marathons that would probably run for three days without the word “sleep” in your vocabulary, enveloped in a sea of trash of junk foods and several tubs of ice creams, along the undoubtedly snot-filled tissues you would have thrown wherever and the long list of missed calls and gazillion unread messages from friends and family that wondered if you had disappeared from the face of the Earth.

And it really would’ve been like that if it weren’t for a certain sweet fluffball named Park Jimin.

Days ensuing that one shitty day, Jimin had tirelessly made sure that not even a drop nor a faint trace of sadness was made known to your haze-filled brain; cooking you breakfast every morning—despite your fervent request for him not to after finding the numerous stack of burnt pancakes on the garbage bin and how the kitchen was absolutely and utterly trashed—but you were really grateful for the mini pancakes that had whipped cream on top, shaped into miniature eyes and lips that smiled at you every morning, taking home take-out coffee from your favorite coffee shop that was not even remotely close to your neighborhood after his so-called “jog” that has fallen into his tight routine now, along the bag of chocolate cookies that was sold on the other end of town from where the cafe was, little notes attached at the bag with Jimin’s adorable scribble of a handwriting and the tiny animations he never forgets to put in the corner.

As much you deemed it corny and a little bit cliched, you can’t deny that the numerous random little notes that Jimin leaves every where in the house—may it be in the corner of the milk carton inside the fridge—the little notes now had their own little space in the corner of your dresser box.

“Have you ever talked to him? You know, since then,” Yoongi asked, biting on to his brownie.

“Twice,” you shrugged, “The last one was last night actually. He asked me about our Christmas party tonight. The little fuck actually asked if I was fine with him being around, like shit, we’ve always celebrated Christmas together, like hell would I let out little falling apart break that. And, this is where it gets interesting. He asked me about you two shitheads. Have you been ignoring him?”

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Seth Rollins - I Still Hate Crossfit.

Seth Rollins - Prompt #42 “If if I die, I’m going to come back and haunt you”

Requested for - Anon

Warnings - Swearing (Tbh is this even a warning for our imagines now? All we do is swear)

Word Count - 952 Words. 

Originally posted by stellarollins

I rolled over in the smallish bed (still feeling slightly groggy from last nights alcohol intake) only to discover a certain someone was missing from the other side. I groaned; sounding more like some sort of wild animal than a human as I grabbed my phone off the bedside cabinet and attempted to force my eyes to adjust to the harsh brightness of your phone. Struggling to read the text on the screen; once your eyes had finally woken up you saw the message was from your boyfriend of little over a year, and it had only been sent 10 minutes ago.

Seth: Morning Beautiful, I’m at the crossfit gym next street over. If I’m not back come join me :)

My muscles all groaned (still aching from yesterdays match) as I stepped out of the warm; and surprisingly comfortable bed. I pinged a quick text of to Seth, telling him I’d join him before chucking my phone onto the bed and heading towards the huge pile of clothes in the corner of the of the room that somewhere contained my gym clothes. I pulled them from the bottom of the pile in triumph as I quickly threw them on, grabbed my phone along with my bottle and headed out the door. Ready for the short jog to the gym


The minute I entered the relatively empty gym I instantly saw Seth over and the weights part of the gym, he has his back facing my direction; man does he have a nice back I thought to myself, also realising it gave the perfect opportunity to sneak up on him. I slowly walked my way over to the corner of the gym where he was distracted by re-tying his hand wraps, ready to move on to the next part of his gym regime. 

As I reached my man I wrapped my arms round his waist and lifted him off the floor with a giggle. My laughter only increased upon hearing him squeal like a little girl at the shock.

“Morning Handsome” I smiled through my laughter as he clutched his chest; his breathing a little heavier from the scare I’d given him. After a short minute of us trying to compose ourselves he pulled me into a tight hug, complete with a bruising kiss to my lips; his untamed beard tickling my cheeks.

“Well good morning to you two, It would’ve been better if you didn’t nearly give me a fucking heart attack” he spoke, his voice getting higher and more sarcastic as he pinched my sides in an attempt to tickle me. I promptly wriggled out of his grasp with a displeased look on my face.

“Never try and fucking tickle me again” I glared at him, my eyebrow raised as some sort of warning. “Anyway, what are we doing” I quickly returned to my happy and bubbly attitude.

“Well, considering you’re here were gonna do the box jumps; you promised me last time we were at the gym that you would do the jumps next time we came. And here we are, so you’re doing them. No arguments!” he almost scolded me as he dragged me over to where the boxes where set up. 

He stood you in front of the 4ft (possibly a bit taller) box. “Here try this one”. I turned my head towards him and stared at him like he was insane. He just kept motioning for me to jump onto the box as I continued to look at him with the most displeased look on my face.

“You’re actually stupid if you think I’m even going to attempt to jump onto that” I sassed at him as he stood with his hands placed on his hips expectantly. I rolled my eyes and began to walk back over towards the weights. 

“Oh no no no, you’re not going anywhere until you at least attempt that box” he lifted me over his shoulders and carried me back over to the boxes. “If you do a might reward you later” he whispered placing a few kisses along my neck as I studied the box. “I promise I’ll catch you” he muttered.

“I know I’m going to die, that box is 4ft and a bit tall and I’m 5ft fuck all, it is not physically possible!” I sighed exasperatedly. I heard him chuckled behind me. “Seriously Seth, if I die, I’m going to come back and haunt you” I managed to speak through gritted teeth, just as I bent my knees ready to take the jump.

The next thing I knew I was standing; feet planted firmly upon the middle of box. Sounds of Seth’s claps and small cheers of encouragement sounding from behind me, bringing a small smile to my lips. 

“Oh my god, Sethie! I did it!” I squealed jumping up and down in excitement, as he lifted me down from the box and placed another passionate kiss on my lips. “I still hate crossfit though” you giggled.

“See I told you that you could do it, you can try the 5ft box next” he smiled, pecking my lips once again.

“Look babe, I know I haven’t really been productive at the gym today…but it’s definitely time to head back to the hotel” I smirked a little at the end of my sentence. Seth’s face contorted to confusion. “You said, that if I did the jump I’d get a reward and as far as I’m aware I 100% did that jump” I bit my lip as his eyes widened in understanding.

“We’re leaving. Now.” Seth ordered as he grabbed my wrist and his bag from next to us. “You’ll get your rewards Beautiful, don’t you worry”

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A/N: Woo some more Seth! Hope you guys enjoy this :) ALSO WHY AM I SO FUCKING BAD AT TITLES!! Anyways, enjoy. ~ Moxxii

Coffee-Stained Hearts

A/N: the ‘someone just spilled coffee all over me and my computer which had the only copy of my paper due in 15 minutes, and it seems like that someone might be the lead actor in my favourite show’ au that no one asked for

Her last assignment was due in 15 minutes. Lily could practically taste the freedom, could feel the summer months ahead. She sipped her coffee, hovering her mouse over the ‘send’ button. She took a deep breath, about to hit the button, when she heard the high-pitched sound of shoes sliding against the tile floor and all of the sudden her skin was burning - 

“What the hell!” Lily exclaimed, jumping up from her seat in the coffee shop, glaring at the person who had just spilled incredibly hot coffee all over her, her new dress and her computer. She did a double take, because it seemed to be that the asshole who had just ruined her day was the lead actor in her favourite show, The Marauders. But that didn’t matter now. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” he said, immediately grabbing some napkins from the table and handing them to her. “I’m so so sorry.”

Under any other circumstances, it would be a dream to meet James Potter. Devilishly handsome, a phenomenal actor, relatively famous, and just generally a cute person, he was every girls dream. But not Lily’s, at least not at this moment.

Lily scowled, her eyes burning into him. And if looks could kill, well, let’s just say that there would be a lot of crying teenage girls all over the world.

“Say that to my computer. That was the only copy I had of my final English Lit  paper, that just happens to be due in 15 minutes.”

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anonymous asked:

i have a hc that Jared never cleans his glasses. ever. they're the grossest thing you'll ever see and his S.O hates it so much (especially if they also have glasses.) the only time they ever get clean is if they steal them in the middle of the night and wash them with soap and water. possibly a whole bottle of dawn was used in the process

“you can’t seriously tell me that you can see clearly wearing those disgusting things, jared”

“fuck off, i can see just fine.”

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Brekkie was a bowl of soft fluffy nicecream 🙂🙃🍨
Also loving my new @ecotan products and if you’re looking for a great #vegan eco friendly brand, I absolutely recommend. Been using this (and only) brand for a few months now and I don’t see myself changing my ways any time soon 🤗
Oh boy too many things are happening at once, and if it was possible to skip a certain period of time, I’d skip to the end of this month for sure 🙄 I always try to look at things as “challenges” but damn there better a freaking great reward waiting for me when this is over 🤔
Best of luck to those who have their exams this month and U CAN DO IT and DONT GIVE UP give urself a lil peptalk if u need and have a warm bubble bath love to u all lil chickpeas!!!


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Prom (Peter Parker x Reader)

Author’s Note: Hey guys! So I know I posted a bit ago that posting for the next month and a half is gonna be difficult, so I was gonna hold off posting fics for a bit. I’m almost done with my break from school and have been writing, and I just wanted to give you guys a little something before that fic hiatus really takes effect. I hope you guys enjoy! :)

Summary: You decided not to go to prom after breaking your arm, but Peter refuses to let you sit at home and do nothing. So instead, he helps you get ready.

Other Characters: None

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 637

Originally posted by shirokirito-sao

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Women of OMGCP and their preferred lip products
  • Lardo - she loves all sorts of colour and finishes - from hot red to midnight black, from matte to metallic, she loves ‘em all. Yes, she can only afford drugstore-priced lipstick, which might have a tendency to flake or go patchy or have to be retouched more frequently, but damn, when she swipes it on, she feels empowered.
    • Pink is for days when she is in a lighter mood and more likely, when she is going to spend all day in the studio working her ass off and promptly forgets to retouch. Lilac is for days when she is somber and needs to deal with seemingly endless number of things, plus it looks really good with her hair. Nude is for days when she has her sharpest, cleanest cat eyeliner on. Orange, albeit not really her cup of tea, is for days when she wants to be more energetic. 
    • And red - Samwell Red - is of course designated for match days.
  • Alicia - she has a collection of lipsticks, a lot of which are from designer brands, but her favourite is actually clear lip gloss, or those that only bring a hint of colour, She is definitely the one who passes the “tendency to dress like a Burger King robber while giving no fucks” gene to Jack*, so you can often see her rocking cherry-coke favor lip smacker, red top, blue leggings, and green converses while walking around the town; in fact she does like putting different colours onto her lips, just that she often forgets to remove it properly and directly faceplants to bed, and y’know, it is not good at all. *[the fantastic Alicia does not dress well headcannon belongs to @foxtrotdefencesquad ]

  • Camilla - she loves pastel pink satin lipstick, which really suits her. I mean, just look at how lush her lips are. When she is in a match she usually only wears lip balm, but she often wears bubblegum pink liquid lipstick in the gym.

  • Caitlin - Rosy tones look really good on her! It doesn’t hurt that this shade is relative low-maintenance - swipe, blot, and you’re done. Cait does have a blue lipstick which she proudly wears when watching a Shark’s game, live or not, and she puts it on Chowder too. That Californian ray of sunshine is ecstatic.
  • Mandy & Jenny - they cannot really put on any sort of lip product now, but they can change their lip colour to whatever they want. Still, they miss the sense of being in physical touch with a wand and the feeling of painting the colours on; it might very well be one of their last links to tangibility.
  • George - she prefers lip balm. It is practical, efficient, and on point; her natural lip colour is more than enough. Burgundy shades look amazing on her though.

  • Suzanne - she wears lipsticks with only a wash of colour, though deep in her heart she has a thirst for opaque unique shades. Well, she secretly wants to be a hipster afterall.

  • Bonus: Beth, from my Bittle’s fav cousins headcannon - She is aggressively ginger so her hair alone is already fantastically vibrant. Still, she wears a lot of different colours, and her favourites are reds and mauves. She wears green as a joke occasionally (that combination makes her look like a honest to god carrot, and it is rad, okay) and once when she was rocking it and did not think twice before skyping with Bitty, his immediate response was, “Oh my Lord, Beth, you look fabulous, but are you a Flyers fan now?????”

bubbacaiks  asked:

Hi! I really enjoy your sonamy stories! You're one of the best fanfiction writers I've ever come across. And so, I'd like to submit a prompt idea. :) Could you please write a 'Sonic is worried Amy is moving on to other guys' prompt? Thank you! :D

Sure thing, buddy ;Db

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Prompt:

Hedgehog village was same old, same old. However, come to think of it…

“I just watched the latest Tommy Thunder! They introduced that new girl character who gives him a peck on the cheek every time he saves her!” A woman walked by the gang, as they turned to listen for a moment, having eaten at Meh Burger.

The guy next to her looked excited, his fists shaking like a fan as he seemed to know which episode she was talking about. “I know! He saved her like, 20 times!”

“Right!? I ship it!” she also did a little squeal to match his excitement, lifting her leg up as they continued to walk pass the gang.

“Tommy Thunder has a girlfriend?” Knuckles stated at last, before freaking out, “Oh no! Spoiler alerts! I can’t-… ah… unsee…” he suddenly looked like he was choking, before falling over and reaching for the sky, gripping what little of a neck he had.

“Knuckles, you don’t even have a neck to strangle. Trust me, I checked twice.” Sticks nonchalantly commented, before they looked at her but Amy rose a fist, shaking it in disgust.

“Ohh… great! Another terrible depiction of a female lead! Honestly, is it all about the womanly appeal with Hollytimber?”

She turned when she didn’t hear an answer.

Helping Knuckles up, they all suddenly stopped and stared at her a moment, realizing she wanted an answer.

“Oh, yeah, totally.” “Uh-huh.” “Couldn’t agree more!”

“You guys didn’t even hear me… did you?” she looked pretty upset, before looking up at the studio that did small theater productions.

“Huh, I bet I could make a movie that shows a TRUE depiction of a strong female lead.” she smirked, before Sonic stepped in.

“Hey, you can’t just judge all women like you do yourself, Ames…” he folded his arms after gesturing to her. “Why not put yourself in the girl’s shoes?”

“I mean, who wouldn’t want to kiss Tommy Thunder?” Sticks shrugged, as Tails was left to hold up Knuckles on his own, and crumbled under the weight, seeming squished. (Tails died joke inserted into episode cue complete)

“Ah! Is that how it is? Fine! I’ll pretend to be this new diva and show that lot of you how no woman on earth is actually that shallow! Hmph!” she stormed off, but the team all got up and together, looking confused.

“I feel we’ve unleashed a deadly enemy upon ourselves…” Tails gulped, as Sonic waved it off.

“Ah, she’s bluffing. Just watch. She’ll crack before the end of the episode.”

As the next day comes, the team is waiting for Amy at Meh Burger again, but this time, they see a woman dressed just like Stella Storm, the new female lead of Tommy Thunder’s cast.

“Is that..?”

“Amy!?”

Amy pretends to trip, as the store owner catches her, “Woah, are you okay?”

She turns and swishes her hair around, before fawning a minute and then batting her eyes, “Oh~ My hero~” she kissed his cheek, “Thank you, sweetie~” she waved and moved in a particular fashion of hollytimber like girls, as the store owner looked a bit taken aback.

“Well, that was a lousy first kiss.” the store owner commented, and walked back inside.

“Amy? What are you doin’? You look like you’re wearing what I’m wearing… but shinier and… less.” Sticks got up, annoyed at first before really taken a look at Amy’s appearance and staring for a moment, before looking down. “Are those my shoes?”

“I took the liberty to procure some of your clothes and … change them up a bit!” she puffed up her hair, and then turned to the boys. “Hi, gents~” she winked with a slight flirt.

The guys all ‘yucked’ and then proceeded to ‘wash’ themselves in their awkward ways from that last communication.

“Group meeting. No girls allowed!” Sonic grabbed Tails and Knuckles.

“She’s clearly going all out with this prank, huh?”

“She’s really got the part down though.” Tails responded to Sonic, looking back over his shoulder and seeing Amy slip on the water, but Dave the Intern using his broom to get her up.

“Heeeey… I just washed that..”

“Oh, hehe. Thank you, kind sir~” she kissed his cheek, as he dropped his broom and looked shocked.

“Oh no! It’s happening! My mother told me what to doooo.” He suddenly stopped, dropped, and rolled away.

Amy watched and then shrugged, swinging her hips as she walked away.

Sticks caught her gag-reflex and ran to a trashcan, sticking her whole face in it and barfing before coming out, looking sick.

“What is that SMELL”

“Stella Storm doesn’t ‘smell’, she releases aroma~” Amy spoke as if stuck up, as Sticks crinkled her nose and plugged it.

“Well your aroma is gonna kill the ecosystem!” she suddenly gasped, “My plants!” she raced off, “I won’t let those violins get ya, babies!”

Amy smiled, seeing her plan working before the boys came back up.

“Oh, hey guys~”

For some reason, Sonic’s eyelid twitched, and he looked annoyed…

“Amy, stop acting like someone you’re not. It’s embarrassing!”

“Oh, Tails~” she swiped her hand in a whirl around his face, before ‘boop’ing his nose with her finger. “Your concern for my well-being is sooooo courteous~” She kissed his cheek as he freaked out, and started rubbing the ‘flith’ off his cheek.

“I was saving that space for Zooey! Now she’ll think I’m a player! AHH!!” he ran off, “Where’s the disinfectant when you need it!?” he charged for what looked like Dave’s handsanitizer, seeming to relax once it was on.

“Oh… that’s not.. oh well. I needed to get rid of the strong cleaning products anyway…”

“Strong?” Tails’s cheek started burning, and he raced off again, screaming, “AHH!!”

“Ah! I don’t want my cheeks on fire either!” Knuckles shook his hands out, and took off.

“Grr… Amy! What was that!?” Sonic gestured behind him to where the two ran off. “You’re losing your friends cause of this ridiculous farce! Drop it all ready!”

“Oh? So you admit that a woman shouldn’t be portrayed as spreading her kisses along like a bag of chips?” she raised her eyebrow, leaning forward and waiting for him to admit she was right.

Out of pride, Sonic said nothing, before blurting out quite loudly, “A person has a right to do whatever they want! If Stella Storm wants to kiss the hero, let her! Doesn’t mean she’s not a believable character!” he argued, not backing down.

“Fine. Then you brought this on yourself.”

“B-br-brought what?” He suddenly leaned back, a little causious now.

She started leaning forward.. “Emm…”

Suddenly, Eggman crashed into the party.

“Hello! Just came to say hi- STELLA STORM!? Ugh, I hate one-dimensional characters.. bleh!” He slouched forward, before sticking his tongue out.

“Finally! Someone who gets it!” Amy seemed pretty happy until…

“They should have made you a brunette!”

“AUGH!”

After defeating Eggman, Sonic actually did save Amy, finally confessing that girls like Stella Storm should have more hopes and dreams, more character given than just liking some dude. And… that kisses were special.

Amy smiled, “Sonic~”

She threw off the make up, and lightly peeked him on the cheek.

“AH! HEY!?” He wobbled a moment with her in his arms as she laughed.

“What was that for?”

“That was me. Giving a kiss was actually worth something.”

“W-worth… something?”

“Phew, you have no idea how much I’ve HATED kissing people left to right.” She got down from his arms, as he shook his head out of astonishment and looked even more nervous.

“The left and right?” he pointed to each of his cheeks. looking worried or even.. scared?

“Ugh, I’m glad that’s over. Some men even tried to get my phone number. Ha! can you believe it?”

Sonic stood straight, his face saying a thousand words.

“Hold on! H-h-how many guys did you-?” he was about to say more, but she was walking off.

“Eh, some I actually did.”

He twitched violently, like a door-stopper being flicked.

“Hehe. Just kidding.” she looked back over her shoulder, sticking ehr tongue out with a wink, before the others came back from fighting off the rest of the robots and were happy to see her without the cosplay makeup on and ‘Stella Storm’ attitude.

Sonic pouted, upset he was tricked a moment, before scratching the side of his face where she had kissed him, slightly lowering his head down, keeping his eyes on Amy.

“Huh… Well, one reward isn’t so bad.” he awkwardly went back to the group.

(You like? :Dc)

Feathers

Disclaimer: I do not own Miraculous Ladybug. All rights belong to Thomas Astruc and his team.

Summary: In Mr Pigeon, Ladybug was witness to Chat Noir’s allergies to feathers. So was Marinette to Adrien’s allergies after being judged winner of the design competition. What if Marinette actually connected the dots?

Notes: Another repost. I’m also looking for a beta to bounce ideas off, since I love to hear feedback about my work. Message me if you’re interested!

XxX


“Is this a joke?” Mr Agreste asked, staring closely at the two identical hats.

Chloe gasped dramatically, stamping her foot. “No fair!”

She crossed her arms, wailing: “Marinette copied my design! It’s scandalous! How could you do that!”

If that weren’t enough, she started crying into the podium dramatically.

Mr Agreste raised an eyebrow at her dramatic behaviour.

“I apologise for the situation, Mr Agreste, but I can prove that this hat is my original design,” Marinette said smugly, her arms crossed as everyone’s attention was drawn to her instead of the wailing Bourgeois heir.

Instantly, Nathalie turned the tablet away from the wailing Chloe to face Marinette.

“Go ahead,” Mr Agreste said solemnly to Chloe and Sabrina’s gasps.

“Uhm,” Marinette began as she took the hat off its podium. “Everything on my derby hat is hand-made, from the embroidery to the weaving of the band to the stitching of the brim.”

Chloe scowled as she realised that Marinette was just about to unravel her carefully laid plan.

“It was all done by myself,” Marinette continued. “And last, there’s a special design element that only the true designer knows about.”

She turned the hat upside down, tilting it to expose the gold embroidery that spelled out her name in elegant gold cursive. “I signed mine.”

Chloe gasped in shock as her hands flew to cover her mouth, accidentally knocking over her podium. Instantly, everyone turned at the sound of the crash as the hat too fell upside down, exposing the gold embroidery.

Chloe ran off, sobbing once more as she departed the school grounds. “Daddy!” she wailed.

Nathalie turned the tablet around to face Marinette once more, Mr Agreste looking impressed.

“Very exquisite creation,” Mr Agreste said approvingly as Marinette blushed, staring at the hat in her hands. “You definitely have the labouring hands of a hatmaker, Miss…?”

“Marinette,” Adrien interjected, placing his hand on Marinette’s shoulder as he gestured at the aspiring designer.

“Congratulations on your demonstration, Miss Marinette,” Mr Agreste continued. “You’re the winner.”

Instantly, Marinette and Alya looked to each other, exchanging looks of glee.

“Thank you, thank you!” Marinette gasped in joy, bowing, her face absolutely ecstatic.

“Adrien will wear your derby on our next advertising campaign,” Mr Agreste continued.

Adrien grasped Marinette’s hands, the girl gasping and blushing at the contact.

“Awesome job, Marinette,” Adrien praised, his emerald eyes meeting sapphire. Instantly the blush grew tenfold and Marinette’s smile grew larger as she met his eyes.

Taking the derby hat from Marinette’s suddenly warm hands, Adrien started to put it on his head… only to stop when he felt a ticklish sensation up his nose.

“Ahh, ahh, ah, ah, ah, choo!” he sneezed, startling Marinette and Alya at its suddenness.

He sniffled, eyes lidded as he wiped his nose. Marinette blinked in astonishment, sapphire eyes wide. Then Adrien’s eyes rested on the shocked looks on the designer and reporter’s faces, and he paused.

“Uh, sorry!” he said, looking apologetic at the two. “I’m allergic to feathers.”

As if to prove his point, he sneezed again.

Marinette gasped in realisation. “Oh!” she said softly, before flinching as he sneezed again. Then a smile graced her face. “Gesundheit!” she called, waving at him.

“Ah, ah choo!” Adrien sneezed again, before sniffling and waving to her. “Thanks,” he said weakly before walking off, presumably to somewhere where he could get some tissues.

Behind him, Marinette exchanged another excited look with Alya, before jumping in the air. “Woohoo!” she cheered as the two laughed in joy.

Then a thought occurred to her, and called a quick “Sorry! Gotta go!” to Alya before chasing after Adrien. “Adrien, wait!”

The boy paused, just about to step foot into the limo, derby hat in hand, and turned to her. “Ah choo!” he sneezed once more, before turning to Marinette.

“What is it, Marinette?” he asked, sniffling.

“Uhh, the derby hat. We could, I mean, I could, not to say you can’t, but obviously you’re the model and all, but not saying you’re not because you’re perfect…”

“Miss Marinette,” Mr Agreste interjected sharply from the screen inside of the limo. “Can you get to the point? We’re on a tight schedule.”

“Yes!” Marinette snapped back, and once more confident and all business. “The feather in the derby hat. I could switch it for something else, since you’re allergic to it. I could use a flower, or maybe a fake feather, or some other ornament for derby hats.”

Mr Agreste raised an eyebrow, before looking at the derby hat in Adrien’s hats. “Impressive, Miss Marinette. Most designers wouldn’t alter their completed and submitted designs, particularly switching out the centerpiece of the design - in your case, the pigeon feather. Very well. Nathalie, clear Adrien’s schedule for the rest of the day. Adrien, go help Miss Marinette pick out a new ornament for the hat, since you are the model and we should make sure that you aren’t allergic to the new ornament, or Miss Marinette’s efforts will be wasted.”

Adrien gaped in shock for a moment, before grinning. “Yes, father,” he said, before closing the limo door. Instantly the car zoomed off, and he sneezed again.

“So, where to first?” he asked.

Marinette pondered it for a moment, a comment from Chat Noir suddenly popping in her head about feathers. It was weird, that both of the blonde-haired, green-eyed boys she knew were allergic to feathers…

“Achoo!” Adrien sneezed again. “Sorry,” he said, sniffling.

“Well, you’re not allergic to flowers, are you?”

“Shouldn’t be.” Adrien said cautiously.

“Great! Then first stop is my house to drop off the hat so you don’t sneeze all the time, then we’ll go to the florist’s to see the flowers!”

XxX

“Oh, hello Adrien!” Mrs Cheng said cheerily from the counter of the bakery. “It’s good to see you again!”

“H-hello, Mrs- achoo!”

“Well now Adrien,” Mrs Cheng said cheekily. “I doubt my ancestors had the name achoo.”

“No, no!” Adrien said frantically. “Please accept my sincere apologies.”

“Oh, relax Adrien.” Mr Dupain said, coming out from the kitchen. “She’s just teasing you.”

“Oh,” Adrien sighed in relief. “Hello, Mr Dupain, Mrs Cheng.”

“Now, Adrien, you can call us Tom and Sabine, all of Marinette’s friends do.”

Adrien froze. “A friend?”

Marinette smiled at him. “Yeah, you’re a friend of mine!”

Tom grinned. “A really good friend, actually.”

“Papa!” Marinette exclaimed, before making to drag Adrien upstairs with her. Halfway up the steps, though, she suddenly remembered all of the pictures that were still up on the wall.

“Oh no!”

“What is it, Marinette?” the three chorused in unison.

“Uhh, nothing. Adrien, why don’t you stay down here? I’ll just put the hat up. It’ll only take a minute, heh.”

Adrien had barely nodded his consent before Marinette ran upstairs like a whirlwind. He shrugged, before he walked down the steps when he heard crashing upstairs. He made to go back up, but Mr and Mrs - ahem - Tom and Sabine stopped him.

“No need, Adrien. This always happens all the time.”

“Really?” He asked dubiously.

“Oh, you don’t know the half of it. Especially in the mornings when she’s in a rush to go to school.”

“Papa!” Marinette exclaimed.

“But Marinette, I’m only telling him the truth!”

Adrien laughed, stopping the incoming banter between the two as they heard him. He stopped for a moment, and smiled nervously.

“Are you staying for dinner, Adrien?” Sabine asked.

“Then he can stay forever!” Tom exclaimed.

“Papa! Mama!” Marinette screamed.

Seeing his cheeky grin, she immediately grabbed hold of his arm and began to drag him out of the bakery door. “Bye Papa! Bye Mama! I’ll see you later!”

“… I still ship them.”

“Me too.”

XxX

“What flower is that one?”

Marinette blushed. “It’s called a black cat petunia.”

“Black cat?”

“Yeah, it’s kind of a tribute to Chat Noir. After he saved me from the Evillustrator and all.”

Adrien smiled to himself strangely, before looking closer at the flower. ‘An even more fitting tribute than you think.’

He took out his wallet. “How much is it?” he asked the florist.

“What- no Adrien, you can’t pay for me!” Marinette shrieked, still holding the flower.

Adrien handed the money to the florist. “Too late,” he said, smirking.

Marinette glared at him, before she jolted, rubbing the back of her neck nervously. “Should we- Ahh, I don’t mean in that way, but oh my god, it’s we anyway - go?”

Adrien stared at her, shocked, for a moment, before nodding. “Yeah, I want to see how you’re replacing the feather with a flower.”

“Huh? Haven’t you seen the designers do it? I mean, some of them might replace things like buttons and such, right?”

“I haven’t seen it unless I’m the one wearing the clothes. Models don’t really see the clothes unless it’s the final product. Even then, it’s mostly fixing seams.”

“Oh,” Marinette murmured, rolling the flower in her hand, before her phone beeped. “It’s 4 already. We should get going.”

Then Adrien’s phone rang, and he frowned at seeing the caller ID. “Sorry, I’ve got to take this.”

He picked up. “Hello, Nathalie?”

Marinette sighed at that. It looked like her time with him was going to be cut short once more.

Adrien hung up. “I’m really sorry about this Marinette, I really wanted to watch you work.”

“It’s okay! Tomorrow’s a weekend, so you can come over and watch me work then!”

His eyes widened. “Really?”

Marinette nodded firmly. “Yeah!”

He smiled - a real smile, not the smaller ones he had at school - and grasped her hand. “Thanks, Marinette.”

XxX

“Say, Chat Noir, are you really allergic to feathers?”

“Yeah,” the response came. “Why, My Lady, concerned for this poor alley cat?”

“As if! It’s just that my friend, he’s also allergic to feathers.”

“It’s a common allergy, I suppose.”

“Well, it was weird how I found out, I suppose. I didn’t even know until today!”

He laughed. “Tell me about it! Two of my friends just found out, and one of them was really nice about it.”

“Oh?” Ladybug raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, see, she designed a hat for me, but she used a feather in the design. I kept on sneezing, but I had to wear it, so she generously offered to change it for me - and she dedicated it to me, even! Well, superhero me, but she doesn’t know that.”

Ladybug froze. “What?” she said weakly.

“Yeah, it was really nice of her, right?”

Marinette’s mind was racing a thousand miles an hour. Adrien was blond. So was Chat Noir. They were both allergic to feathers. Chat Noir’s friend had designed a hat for him, and she used a feather in it. Marinette designed a derby hat for Adrien using a pigeon feather. Chat Noir’s friend replaced the feather. Adrien and Marinette had gone searching for a flower to replace the feather that afternoon. His friend dedicated it to Chat Noir. Marinette had told Adrien the petunia was a tribute to him.

“-Lady! My Lady!”

“Adrien?” she said cautiously.

It was Chat’s turn to freeze. “What did you say?”

“Adrien. You’re Adrien. Oh my god, why didn’t I see it before! Oh my god, I’ve been so blind!”

Instantly Chat slapped a clawed hand over her mouth. “Quiet! Do you want the whole of Paris to know?”

She stopped then, but her eyes met his. “So, you’re really…”

“You can’t tell anyone!” he whisper-shouted fiercely, before his expression turned melancholic. “Being Chat Noir is my freedom. If my father knew, he’d trap me in that mansion again. Alone.”

Ladybug touched his cheek. “Oh, Chat.”

“Do you understand now? No one can know.”

She nodded. “No one else, kitty.”

They sat in silence there for a moment, before he spoke up again. “How’d you know that I was Adrien?”

“Well,” she said slowly. “First of all, you’re both blonde. Then, you mentioned being allergic to feathers.”

“Those two are common enough,” Chat said. “It could have been a lot of people.”

“I know. What actually confirmed it for me was your friend. The one who replaced the feather for you.”

“How could that have clued you off?”

“Tell me, Chat,” Ladybug spoke, excitement bubbling inside of her. She knew her most closely guarded secret was about to be given away, but to this person, she would entrust all of her close secrets to.

“Did she happen to replace that pigeon feather with a black cat petunia?”

“What- how did you know?!”

“Look at me, Chat, really look at me.”

For the second time that day, emerald eyes met sapphire. Then Chat Noir let out a soft gasp as he realized he recognised the confidence in those eyes. While he always saw them on Ladybug, it was also in someone else’s eyes - someone who had bested Chloe at her own game and impressed his father earlier that day.

“Marinette?” he breathed.

Ladybug exhaled. “Yeah.”

Then he took a deep breath. “Can I… kiss you now?”

Ladybug gasped softly.

“It’s something I swore to myself during the first Akuma attack. I told myself whoever it was beneath the mask, I’d love the girl. It’s not just because you’re Ladybug, it’s also because you’re Marinette Dupain-Cheng, the girl who’s class representative, the one who beat Chloe down and also impressed my father.”

“Chat,” she breathed, before her eyes glowed with confidence again. “I’ve love you too. Since that day in the rain. When you gave me your umbrella. And also when you’re Chat, the one who saved me from the Evillustrator, and the one who protected me from Timebreaker.”

“Ladybug…”

“Chat…”

“I love you.”

They both closed their eyes, and their lips met.

Then their lips parted, and now their eyes met, brilliant emerald meeting glittering sapphire.

No words were needed then. Their eyes met and thousands of words passed between them.

Then they smiled.

They knew everything was right in the world.

King George iii x Reader

Words: 1808 (okay maybe I got a little carried away)

Warning: it’s kind of implying domestic abuse, but not a lot. 

Request: “The king George fic was great, I really enjoyed it! Just in case you didn’t know, to fancy someone is quite colloquial. I just thought it stuck out a bit. Anyway, would you pls be able to write another King G fic about going to a ball together? Thx!" 

Prompt: nah 

A/N: I’m not sure if you wanted a sequel to the last one?? But I didn’t think it would go along well so I didn’t??? Anyways, I hope my writing is better for Hamiltimes 

y/f/c = your favorite color

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 You smiled at your parents sweetly as they told you the news, you were heading to a Ball. The Kings Annual Ball, which he held each year. And you were having the honour, well, your family was having he honour, of attending it. 

Your family was close with one of the more powerful families in Britan, only because your father had helped them out when in trouble. So, returning the favour, which their family has seemed to do many times, they invited you. 

 You wanted to squeal in delight, but kept yourself under control, as your mother said, "Please, be on your best behaviour, we know what happened last time you went to a Ball.” You grimaced, everyone knew what happened last time you went to a Ball.

In your mind, it was simple: a man was being quite rude and sexist, so you showed him his place. To everyone else, the story was: You had anger issues, and this man was simply trying to get along with you, as he fancied you. Then, you got so angry that you slapped him in the face in front of everyone. Sure, you had slapped him, but everything else wasn’t true. Him, being a man, he was able to have the bigger word and completely lied to everyone there. You walked out of the Ballroom by yourself, caught a carriage, and went home. When your father and mother returned home, you tried explaining, but your father only called you a disgrace to the family. It was not a fun night. 

 Thinking back to it, you would have done it again in a heartbeat, the man deserved what was coming to him. He made vulgar comments, and he also told you women were too useless to do anything for themselves, then proceeded to ask for a dance! 

 "Y/n, dear, please put on your best dress, the Ball is tonight,“ your mother said, snapping you from your thoughts. You nodded, and walked back to your room. Going through your dresses, you thought, what if I never even see the King? What if I meet him, and he’s rude and arrogant? What if he is like the last guy at the last Ball? You’ve always been like this, and your mother always told you to stop worrying about such things. What happens, happens. So, you brushed those thoughts out of your mind, batting your eyes between two of your favorite dresses. It was hard do decide between them. 



 You ended up choosing a (y/f/c) dress, after a couple of minutes of contemplating if you should ask for your moms opinion. But who were you kidding? She would only say, ‘I think they’re both lovely’ and never actually choose. You sometimes wondered how she dressed herself, let alone making decisions for you. 

 Walking out of your room, you smiled at your mother, "The Final Product, I guess.” Your mother gushed, “Oh, you look beautiful, dear.”

 "Can we go now?“ You father asked, quite impatiently,  you looked at your mother, who nodded, and you nodded as well. Your father smiled kindly and lead you to the carriage that awaited outside. 


 You arrived inside of the Ballroom, where people were talking and dancing and having a great time, the King wasn’t there yet. 

 "Roger, it’s so nice to see you!” Your father said greeting someone, you curtsied towards the man, as he and your father continued talking. You had completely lost your mother, she departed you once you entered. You didn’t know anybody else in there, and if you did, they were certainly ignoring you. 

You walked over to a table filled of champagne, and food. Right at home. You picked up a glass and sipped. No man came up to you, asking to dance, or just to talk in general. It was kind of sad, you could sense other women giving you pity. 

 Just like last time, you were about to leave early, but then you heard something. You heard someone announce, “The King is here!” You almost dropped your glass, but, you set it on the table. Women curtsied, including you, and men bowed, as he entered the room, you looked up at him when he was in front of the room, and you were completely astonished. 

 He was a handsome man, he was better than the portraits. At least, the ones you’d seen. There were some around town, but not many. King George simply walked through the crowd towards the back of the room, everyone moved out of way to create a path. You sighed as he walked the way, but felt a pinch of relief as he didn’t walk your way. 

You wanted to feel the honour to meet him, but you were so embarrassing (told by your dad) that it would be better if you didn’t talk to most people, ecspecially important people. Your dad had stuck that in your mind for so many years, it was overwhelming. 

 You worked your way through the crowd, as they did not make a path for you. You had to shove through them, earning many strange looks, you just repeated, 'I’m sorry’ and 'Excuse me’ until you were outside. Once you were outside, you let out a sigh of relief, you weren’t confined in that room filled with loads of people. 

People who seemed to be judging you as you walked by, at least, that’s what it felt like to you. You were finally able to breathe, no one was around, it was just you and the moon. Nobody to distract, judge, annoy you. You felt free. 

 "Excuse me, miss?“ Someone asked, a male, asked.

 You turned around, and seeing who it was, you jumped up and curtsied instantly, "It’s an honour, sir.” King George smirked, obviously amused by how flabbergasted you were, among seeing him up close and in-person. 

 "May I ask, what are you doing out here, by yourself?“ He asked, sitting on the steps next to you. 

You sat down as well. "I, just, uh–” you stuttered, but he seemed so cool about everything, “I just needed some air, sir." 

 "King George is fine, uh…” He trailed off, leaving you to substitute your name. 

“Oh! Y/n y/l/n, sir– I mean, King George,” you covered your mouth, trying to avoid any further embarrassment. He smiled once again, feeling amused. 


 King George chatted up a storm, talking about the colonies and how he’s losing them, how he’s so angry at the General and a man named 'Alexander Hamilton’? You didn’t know, you were just there to listen. Not ask questions. 

“Would you care for a dance, y/n? I’ve been putting my burdens on you all night, I’m sure you want to make this night worth something,” King George said, standing up, and putting his hand out for you to take. 

 You took it, “I don’t think that would be nessasary, s– King George,” you corrected yourself quickly, “I don’t want to–" 

 "It would be a pleasure, Lady y/n,” he interrupted, “Shall we?" 

 You nodded briskly, "We shall.” King George lead you in, and many–actually, all people stared as you walked in. Except for a group in the corner containing your mother and father, as they were oblivious. 

 This time, a path was made for you, just for being with the King. The King. You would love and hate to see your dads face is he looked, hoping that maybe doing this would prove him wrong, in some way. But there was also a sliver of a chance he would say it was too big of a risk, and you could’ve disgraced the family name. 

 "Are you sure you want to do this, King George? With me, I mean,“ you looked up at him. He continued to direct you into position for the dance, "Please, of course I do. It is a new experience." 

 "You only met me an hour ago, si– King George.”

 "That’s alright.“ The music played, and you both swayed together. You weren’t sure of what he was doing, because you were looking down at your feet. 

 "Are your feet more interesting than me, Dear?” King George asked. 

 You looked up at him, “I’m sorry, I’m not really used to this." 


 The song ended a minute after of pure silence between you two, and you took a step away from him, "That probably wasn’t too pleasant for you, I’m sorry." 

"Oh it was–” he was cut off by a man appearing beside you. Your father. your mother appeared a second after, a little out of breath. "King George, it’s an honour to meet you, sir,“ your father greeted, your mother stood in awe and curtsied. "May I ask, was my daughter troubling you at all?" 

 King George was slightly confused, "No, she wasn’t. It was fine, the dance was fine." 

 Your fathers eyes widened, "Dance? What dance?" 

 You wanted to smirk triumphantly at your father and tell him how wrong he was, how welcomed you were by The King himself without embarrassing yourself completely or your family, but you looked down at your shoes instead. 

"Yes of course, we danced throughout the last song.”

 Your father was silent for a second, “Well, sir, I think it’s best we get going. Come on, y/n." 

 King George stood tall, "I shall walk y/n to your carriage,” he placed his arm out for you to take, which you hesitantly did. Your parents walked ahead of you, whispering. 

You turned to King George, “You really don’t have to do this, George." 

 "Oh, so it’s 'George’ now?” A smirk was growing on his face. The amusement in his eyes flew right over you, you covered your mouth with your free hand, “I’m sorry, Kin–" 

 "Alas, it’s fine. I’d rather you call me George anyway.” You removed your hand and looked anywhere else from where he was standing. Then, you reached outside, where your mother was already in the carriage, your father getting into. 

 King George slid his hand down to yours, and brought it up to his lips, kissing it, “I hope to see you soon, Lady y/n. I will definetly write.” Your face started to flush, you were out of things to say, “I will look forward to it, George.”

 He had a small smile on his face, but gently let go of your hand, allowing you to get in the carriage, next to your father. As soon as the door shut, your father went off, “Y/n, do you know how dangerous that was? You could have done, or said something wrong? You could have displeased him! That was risky, y/n." 

"Yes, father, I know,” you said, looking out the carriage window as the horses started up. You thought back to what happened, that entire night, “And I enjoyed every second of it.”

Hands | Jungkook

Scenario: You’re afraid that you’ll lose me in big crowds so you always hold my hand but now you just hold my hand when there’s only five people around and I’m getting very suspicious
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 5,459

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Korean night markets have always been one of your favorite traditions to attend whenever it’s around your city for a weekend and you have the luxury of having a free moment during said weekend to indulge in bright lights, cheap merchandise, and some of the best food you’ve ever tasted.

You vaguely remember being eleven, when you were first introduced to the view of a night market; how your family enjoyed them more than regular dinner cuisines and how the night was always plagued with the bustling noise of people and the sweet smell of food across a wide array of Asian cultures.

Ever since that first day, ever since your first steps down the street for your very first market, the idea of these have become a tradition to your family. As often as you all could, your family would attend and bask in the glory of the lights and the sights and the smells. It’s always been one of your favorite things to do.

Your excitement for the night markets as a whole could probably serve as the best explanation as to why you are just so ecstatic to attend this year’s festival with your friends from college. The group mainly consists of your roommate: Karly, amongst some others you shared classes with. However, you are all going to be joined by some of the guys from a university across the city, given that Karly’s boyfriend attends said school.

“Are you guys excited?” Karly inquires enthusiastically as the group makes their way out of the apartment, readily dressed for the event. “Jimin’s bringing along some friends, just so you know.” She turns to gives you all a suggestive eyebrow waggle. “Maybe you guys will think one of them is cute.”

“Nope,” Amber rejects, holding her hand up into the air. “I’m taken.”

Karly rolls her eyes good-naturedly. “I know that. But maybe someone else would be interested in that information…” She gives one particular friend a knowing side glance.

You make a face. “I am not that desperate to latch onto one of Jimin’s idiot friends!”

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Hiccup takes Astrid out to lunch one day, where he gets fries, and Astrid becomes a thief. Modern AU. Hiccstrid. One-shot.

“Hmm… I’ll take, uh.. I’ll take the number three combo.”

“Would you like fries with that?”

“Yes. I believe so.” Hiccup rubbed his scratchy chin, and looked over at Astrid who stood beside him in the restaurant, waiting to recite her own order. The blonde noticed Hiccup’s smile, and gave a smirk in return. Her hand unconsciously went over to Hiccup’s, and they both gripped each other.

Hiccup’s following thoughts were interrupted by the next question of the waiter. “And you, ma'am, what would you like?” he asked Astrid.

Astrid’s blue eyes gleamed as she stepped up. “I’ll take the same thing.”

“All right… we’ll be with you shortly.” The man gave them their paper receipt, and walked off to share the couple’s order with the cooks.

Hiccup pulled Astrid away from the counter, heading over to the side of the room. “Come on,” he grinned, “we can still get a window seat if we hurry!”

Astrid rolled her eyes. “Sometimes, Hiccup, you’re such a kid.”

“And you love me for it.”

“I guess I do,” Astrid laughed, getting closer to the empty window seat that Hiccup was headed for. “Why else would I have married you?” The two arrived at the window, where a tall black table with two long chairs and a vase of flowers awaited them. They quickly took their seats, and Astrid drummed her fingers on the table in impatience a minute later. She wished that getting their meals wouldn’t take as long as it had to.

Hiccup gave her a teasing smile. “Who’s hungry now, huh?”

Astrid resisted the urge to punch him, and sat back in her chair. “I’m not! After all, it was your idea to spend lunch at a fast food restaurant, not mine.” When Hiccup raised his brow, she couldn’t help but reveal a smile. “Okay, okay, maybe I am a little hungry.”

Hiccup, ready to make fun of Astrid some more, was then interrupted when a waiter behind the counter yelled, “Number 18!” above the lunch ruckus. Hiccup looked down at his receipt, and nodded. “That’s us… I’ll be right back.” He stood up from his chair, and with a wave goodbye to Astrid, he walked off.

A minute later, when he returned with their meals and drinks, Astrid’s stomach was grumbling. She covered it up with a few simple words. “It smells good!”

Hiccup nodded, sitting down. “It does… here.” He handed her her bag with a charming smile. “Your lunch, milady.”

Astrid responded with a muted grumble, and opened up her bag. She sighed a moment after looking at it, shaking her head. “Hiccup, they forgot my straw.”

“Never fear, milady!” Hiccup grinned, standing up. “I’ll go and get you one.”

“My hero,” Astrid chuckled, amused with his eagerness. Hiccup, once he had bowed, walked off. And as he grabbed a straw for her near the counter, she smiled and ducked her hand into Hiccup’s meal bag. She plucked out a handful fries, and instantly started to munch on them. Payback for his teasing had arrived.

Hiccup returned to the table, a straw gripped in his left hand. “Here you are, Astrid.” He stuck it in her coke, and then sat down himself. Astrid crunched on a few more fries, her eyes sparkling with humor. Hiccup took out his meal products from his bag, and then paused after setting them down. “Huh. I think the cooks skimped on fries in my meal.”

“Oh?” Astrid ate another fry from her hand. “That’s too bad.”

“Yeah…” Hiccup didn’t seem to notice Astrid’s munching, and stood up. “I think I’ll go and ask them… sorry, I’ll be right back.” And then he was off, scratching the back of his head with confusion as Astrid ate his fries.

While he was gone, Astrid helped herself to some more once she finished the previous share. A few minutes later, when Hiccup returned, he looked flustered. “The cooks said they gave me the right amount… it’s weird, though, because- hey!” He grabbed his fry pack, eyes darting about with alarm. “There’s even less than before!”

Astrid stifled a laugh. “Really?”

Crunch.

Hiccup swerved in her direction. “Astrid? What are you eating?”

“My own fries.” She bit down on another fry, smiling. “What? I was hungry, so I didn’t feel like waiting for you. There’s no crime in that, is there?”

Hiccup eyed her suspiciously, and suddenly grabbed her own meal bag. He brought out her fry packet from inside; it was untouched. Hiccup raised his brow at Astrid, already knowing what the woman had done. “Astrid… have you been stealing my fries?”

“No.” Crunch.

“Astrid…” Hiccup set down her fry pack, and sat at his own seat. “I know you’ve been doing it.”

Astrid cast him an innocent look. “Who? Me? No, I would never. I guess the cooks just gave me more fries than they gave you.”

“Then how do you explain the missing fries now?” Hiccup asked, drumming his fingers on the table. “You’ve been the only one here while I’ve been gone! It just makes sense that you… you know, would’ve been the one to have stolen them.”

Astrid sighed. She couldn’t keep the act up forever. “Fine, fine… but I only took two.”

Hiccup crossed his arms. “Astrid-”

“…handfuls…” Crunch. Astrid smiled, giving a small shrug as she swallowed. “I was just hungry, so I decided to eat your fries.”

“Then why didn’t you eat your own?” Hiccup pointed out. “After all, they’re your fries. Not mine. Yours.”

“I know!” Astrid chirped. “But eating yours tastes so much better.” She demonstrated by consuming another one of his fries, exaggerating on how good it tasted. “See? The grass is always greener on the other side. The fries are always more delicious if you steal them from your husband.”

Hiccup couldn’t hold back a grin. “Is that right?”

“Yep.” Crunch.

“Okay… well you won’t mind if I eat yours, then!” Hiccup smiled, and grabbed her own pack of fries. He put a few in his mouth, making sure Astrid saw, and swallowed. His green eyes seemed to be laughing at her shocked expression. “Wow! They are so much better when you steal them!”

“What? No!” Astrid made an attempt to grab her fries back, but Hiccup raised it above her reach.

“Who’s stealing now?” he teased.

“Hiccup Haddock, if you don’t give me back my fries right now, I swear I will-” She stopped herself as Hiccup leaned down and kissed her on the lips. She pulled away a second later, both angry and bewildered. “What was that for?!”

Looking sheepish, Hiccup studied her with a smile. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”

“Oh, haha…” Astrid snatched his fry pack away from in front of him, raising her chin. “There. Now we’re both equal.” She angrily stuffed some in her mouth.

“There. Right there… I told you!” Hiccup chuckled, rubbing his chin. “You are cute when you’re mad.”

Astrid shot him a furious look. “Hiccup-”

Hiccup leaned in and kissed her again, this time on the cheek. Astrid rolled her eyes at his playfulness, but found herself amused. Hiccup, pulling away slightly, looked up at her. “See? There’s that smile that I love so much.”

Trying not to blush, Astrid smirked back. “And there’s that childish personality that never goes away.”

“Hey! I pride myself on being fun.” Hiccup grinned, and leaned back. “Who knew that in taking you out to lunch, you’d turn out to be a thief- and a fry thief, above all things?”

“I’m not the only thief here, Hiccup,” Astrid reminded, raising an eyebrow. “You took my fries too.”

“Yeah, but you started it.”

Astrid raised her brow. “Did not.”

“Did too.”

“Did not.”

“Did too.”

“Are we really having this conversation?”

Hiccup smiled. “I guess we are!” A few seconds later, though, his amused expression softened, and he reached over to pat her hand. “But somehow, with you, it doesn’t seem all that bad.” He paused. “I love you, Astrid. No matter how much of a thief you are, I still love you.”

Rubbing her nose, Astrid grinned back. “I’ll keep that in mind the next time you get a meal.”

“Oh, sure, that would be great,” Hiccup joked. “But next time, I’ll be sure to take my meal with me, if I leave the table at all.” At Astrid’s feigning-shock expression, he chuckled. “Yes, I’d stoop to doing that, milady. There’s no one who can prevent me from doing otherwise.”

“Except me.” Astrid reached out, grabbed Hiccup’s burger, and brought it up to her chest. She smiled. “So much for plans!”

Hiccup’s brow shot up in surprise. “Astrid!”

“You’re right.” She nodded in approval, taking the wrapper off the burger. “I am a thief.” A few seconds later, once the wrapper was off, she bit down on the burger with a giant smile. “Mmm… tastes good. Probably much better than mine would.”

Hiccup grabbed Astrid’s meal bag, and clutched it protectively. “Fine, then! I’ll have your meal, and you can have mine.” He grinned. “It’s good that we both got the same thing, right?”

Astrid munched down on Hiccup’s burger. “Right. Okay, it’s a deal… except, I still get to have one of my fries. You know, from my own carton.” When Hiccup didn’t hand it over, she sighed. “Come on, just one fry. I want to see how they taste.”

Looking hesitant, Hiccup nodded. “Okay.” He slowly gave her the fry pack, and waited for her to pick her piece and then hand it back.

But Astrid grinned, and shook her head. “Sucker.” She dumped the fries into Hiccup’s old carton that she was holding, merging them all into one. “You should never have trusted me: I’m Astrid Hofferson, The World Renowned Fry Thief!”

Hiccup threw up his hands in exasperation, letting Astrid’s meal bag fall onto his lap. “Really, Astrid? Really?”

Laughing, she shook her head as she placed the fry pack pack on the table. “I’m just joking around, Hiccup. We can both share them.” She gestured over to the packet. “Go on, have one. Nothing’s stopping you.”

Hiccup, suspicious of Astrid’s motives, reached out to grab a fry. The woman watched with a smile as he tentatively picked one out and then snaked his arm back. He dropped the fry in his mouth, and chewed. When Astrid didn’t do anything, he swallowed, looking curious. “So, you actually let me have one?”

Astrid nodded. “Of course.” She grinned. “Now, ready to actually eat in peace?”

Relieved, Hiccup licked his lips. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear that.”

Rolling her eyes, Astrid bit down on Hiccup’s burger. “Bon Appetite!”

And smiling, Hiccup followed her lead.

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A cute little one shot I posted on FanFiction :D. Lemme know what you think! :)

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fave pics of the day because my eyes are so bright!
Eyeliner not on fleak, left eye mascara terrible like alway and hair in need of some TLC tonight…
And oh look at all that mess in what was once my dad’s chair. Most of it would be his junk mail that we still get through the post even though it’s been almost 6 years.
Tsk.

And on the wall back there are the two awards my bro got from doing school productions - 2003 (13) he was Noah Claypole in Oliver Twist and 2007 (17) he was Old Joe from Christmas Carol.

But yes.
MY EYES.

I swear my eyes are either a generic blue or a blue that game characters like to have…

But I love dem XD