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NHL!Bitty, Part XII -  ‘A Stanley Cup Wedding’

The Schooners win game seven and dethrone the defending champion Falconers to claim Seattle’s first national title. 

Eric was definitely not expecting Jack to propose immediately after losing.

(A rework of the ‘Game 7 PVD vs SEA’ prompt that totally retcons some NHL!Bitty stuff, so timeline-wise: the Falconers took the cup Eric’s second year with the Schooners. The Schooners win the following season.)

NHL!Bitty Masterpost




Game Seven. Third period. Eric’s running on adrenaline, blue Gatorade, and rage.

Jack and the rest of the Falconers first line are racing to catch up, but Eric is ‘criminally fast’ (thank you ESPN for the lovely descriptor), and it’s almost too easy to whip the puck to Carter and wait for the siren.

Snowy can’t stop it. The Schooners will win in regulation. 

For a brief, terrifying moment, Eric sees Morin’s breakaway as the death knell of his relationship. He has flashes of Freshman year and he thinks ‘Jack is going to hate me’.

Eric closes his eyes and waits.

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Possessive/Obsessive Spouse Sentence Starters

“You’re mine. Don’t forget that. You promised.”
“Til death to us part. That’s what our vows said.”
“Did you really think this would ‘get better’ after we married?”
“I’m allowed to be obsessed with you, I’m your husband/wife.”
“You should quit your job. You know I can take care of you.”
“Don’t go in today. Stay in bed with me.”
“Mine, mine, mine…”
“No. You can’t go out tonight.”
“I don’t care if you’re just friends. I don’t want you seeing them again.”
“Do I have to lock you up, darling?”
“You will never have to worry about anything ever again. I’ll make sure of it.”
“I’ve been fair to you so far, haven’t I?”
“You’ve been such a good wife/husband so far. Don’t get silly ideas now.”
“I called your work and told them you quit. Now you’ll never have to leave~”
“Where are you going? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“You’re late. Tell me what you were doing.”
“You had better not be lying to me, darling…”
“If I find out you’re cheating on me, I’ll kill him/her.”
“You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe you’re mine.”
“I still can’t believe how perfect you are.”
“I worship you.”
“No one else is allowed to see you like this.”
“This sight is for my eyes only. Don’t forget that.”
“ I’m going to hunt down the person that was your first…so that they know you’re mine now.”
“I want people to see the marks I leave on you. So they know you’re taken.”
“You belong to me and no one else.”

Roses ⚘

(part I) Summary:  Where Bucky Barnes hates you and you hate him or where Bucky Barnes only has eyes for you but you have eyes for someone else

Warnings: none I think, this is long tho ya’ll RIP.

Authors note: My third imagine you guys for the support! And thank you to my new followers for following me! Also this is divided into two parts: it starts out with your POV and then switches to Bucky’s


The kitchen is packed when you walk in. Steve had asked for the team to meet briefly, along with a few other lab techs and agents. You were one of those agents. You were recruited about two years after the avengers were reestablished and  due to your aptitude in computers you hacked for Fury and due to your aptitude in hand to hand combat and weaponry you occasionally went on missions with the Avengers team.

You walk over to the counter where you find your usual cup of coffee waiting. You pick it up and take a long sip, eyes closing in content. Looking over at Natasha you raise your mug and give her a smile. Over the course of a year you and the Black Widow had become friends and now you were fairly close. Every morning you found a cup of coffee on the counter, made exactly how only you like it, half cream and one sugar. Natasha wasn’t openly affectionate but you knew it must be her, she showed affection in subtle ways.

Steve taps a spoon against his mug and the room quiets.“I just wanted to let you all know that we’ll be going over strategy at twelve today. So be there. Oh and meet in the training room, we’ll be usin’ the climbing rope for some exercises” You give a loud sigh, forgetting for a moment how quiet the room is. You hated those ropes.

“What, scared you’ll break a nail princess?” a deep voice says.

Your face contorts as a chorus of ooohs echoes across the room. You turn towards the bane of your existence.

Bucky Barnes.

“No” you snap “But you should be worried about breaking a hip, grandpa” muffled snickers wash over the room as you fix Bucky with your best death glare. But before he can retaliate Sam pipes up.

“Can we reschedule this WWE smack down for after I’ve eaten breakfast?” 

Laughter erupts and you roll your eyes before walking over to stand next to Natasha as the agents start to disperse. 

You despised James Barnes and he hated you in turn. When you first joined the team Bucky seemed shy towards you, but then again he was shyer in general back then. But one day he made a snippy remark towards you, and you being the person you are sassed him right back, and then a rivalry was born. You  know Bucky hates you because he thinks you’re a spoiled little princess who thinks she’s too good for everyone and anything. You didn’t know why he thought that.

Okay you kinda did. 

You were the type of person who is always put together, you enjoyed pampering yourself and  dressing in cute outfits and always have your nails and hair done. You hated the fact that Bucky stereotyped you like so many people had before and vowed to work harder to prove him wrong. Your sense of style had nothing to do with your fighting abilities.

“I see you and Barnes are still at odds.” Natasha murmurs giving you a smirk.

“When will we not be?” You snort

“Hmmm… I don’t know, you know heat can often be mistaken for hate” the redhead says looking down at your coffee mug.

“Please, as if I could ever be with someone who looks down on me just because I enjoy fashion.” You take a sip of your coffee and look over to where Bucky’s sitting with Steve. He really was handsome, with that soft dark hair,strong jaw, piercing eyes and his muscular frame. He even made that metal arm work somehow. He always made the research techs blush and giggle with his compliments and made the team laugh with his sly comments. It’s really such a shame he was such a condescending jerk. You never would admit it, but it bothered you that Bucky singled you out. It reminded you too much of the times you had been the target in high school. And it’s depressing to know that nothing’s changed.

“Excuse me ladies,” You look up, only to meet eyes with the love of your life.

Steele Coulter.

Steele was truly a genetic marvel. With thick auburn hair, a body that looked like its been carved by the gods and a face adorned with a square jaw, plush lips, long lashes and unreal light brown eyes, you were salivating whenever he walked into the room. Steele steps in between you and Natasha, and grabs a muffin from the counter behind you. He shoots you and Natasha toothy smile before heading out, probably to the labs. Thankfully you were a master at concealing your emotions so no one knew about your little crush. 

“You have a little drool on your chin”

Well except for Natasha.

“Shut up,” you say, thankful no ones around to hear her

“You know I don’t think you and Steele would be the best fit.” Tasha says fixing you with her stare.

“Why not? He’s Sweet. Smart.Funny. Hot.”You tick off his qualities on your fingers

“I don’t know, I just think you’d click better with someone else.” she shrugs

“Who?” you press.

“Someone,” Natasha  says giving you her secret smile. You roll your eyes.

“Okay when you find that someone please let me know”

“Who says I haven’t already have?”

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You lay on the grass panting, after Steve’s climbing ‘lesson’ which ended in a long outdoor run in the heat, you’re pretty sure you’re never gonna be able to use your arms ever again. Or the rest of your body for that matter. Sam, Steele and Wanda lay next to you, with Steve, Bucky, and Natasha reclining in front of you and a couple of other agents laying down a few feet away. Sweat drips into your eyes and you wipe it away, and what looks like half of your face comes off onto the back of your hand. This is what you get for trying to make an effort this morning and putting on a little eye makeup. Of course Bucky-eagle-eyes spots this immediately and has to comment on it.

“You really put on makeup to train?” He says

“Why can’t you mind your own business for once in your damn life?” you hiss, sitting up to glare at him.

“Okay that’s my cue to leave,” Sam says. sitting up.

 “You’re just in a hurry to go and try to woo ya lady friend” Steve snickers.

“Awww Sam you have a girlfriend?” You say looking over at him.

“Not exactly,” Sam scratches the back of his neck.

“He wishes!” Steve whoops “But that dame won’t give him the time of day”

“Shut up man” Sam groans standing.

“Don’t worry,she’s just playin’ hard to get.” Bucky says, and Wanda and Steele give encouraging nods.

“I hope so,” Sam chuckles. You smile up at Sam.

“If all else fails, give her flowers, girls can’t say no to flowers” You say. Natasha barely contains a snort.

“Hey!” You defend yourself “If a guy took the time to get me flowers it would be a yes from me.”

“I’ll take that into consideration, Simon Cowell” Sam bops you on the head. You give him a mock salute in return.

“Bye guys,” He calls over his shoulder as he walks away. 

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That night there’s a rose left in front of your door. You pick it up and place it in a vase in your room. Then you fall onto your bed and squeal into your pillow.Sitting up on your bed you stare at the flower you almost can’t believe someone’s taken an interest in you. Your mind races with the possibilities of who the flower giver could be. And then with the not so savory possibilities that it could be a mistake or a prank. You look at the rose’s velvety petals and sigh.

God you hope its from who you think its from.

All that week every morning you find a flower left in front of your door. Towards the end of the week you can barely contain your smiles. Friday morning rolls around and there’s no flower at your door. You hope this means that the flower giver is going to reveal themselves. Midday and then evening passes and still no flower giver. Disappointed you decide to go get carryout from your favorite restaurant to distract yourself. Walking down the corridor to your room you spy a figure pacing in front of your door. When they hear your footsteps, they freeze and look up. You look at them and then look at the massive bouquet of flowers in their hands.

You gasp. 

“No.Way.”


Bucky Barnes hates you.

He hates your smart mouth.

He hates how you roll your eyes at him.

He hates how you always smell good.

Okay, correction. Bucky Barnes hates how you make him feel.

He hates how your smile makes his stomach flip. He hates how your skin always looks so soft because it make him want to touch it. He hated how when you put your hand with its ridiculous stacks of rings and powder blue nails on his arm he could feel his knees growing weak. He hated how the first time he met you he was so distracted by how gorgeous your face was and how good you smelled he couldn’t form a coherent sentence.

Bucky Barnes hates the fact that he’ll never be able you have you. 

 You’re too good, too sweet, too normal. He didn’t deserve someone like you. And besides a dame as beautiful as you wouldn’t want a freak with a metal arm. He’s resigned himself to this fact, but even still you make him weak. And he hates that most of all. So he snaps at you, undermines you, in hopes that if you would start to hate him he could hate you. But he could never hate you.

That’s why every morning he makes you a cup of coffee. Half of the cup is cream and one sugar, just like how you like it. Just so he could see your smile when you saw the mug on the counter and know that smile was because of him. 

“You know I think Y/N would be very interested in learning who’s actually making her coffee every morning” Natasha’s voice behind him makes him jump.

“Natasha. Please.” Bucky sets the mug on the counter and turns towards the redhead.

“Alright, alright” Natasha holds her hands up “Your slightly creepy secret is safe with me.” Bucky sighs and heads towards the fridge to grab some milk. Natasha’s voice follows him “Despite what you think, you’d be good for her Barnes. Even you don’t have your head so far up your ass that you can’t see that you’d be good to her.”

Bucky says nothing, and sits at a stool at the counter, making himself a bowl of oatmeal. Steve walks in, clapping Bucky on the shoulder, and then slowly the kitchen starts to fill. You walk in last, of course wearing one of your ridiculous outfits. Today it’s cutoff overalls a tight short floral top and a backwards baseball cap. Bucky hates your outfits. The make it impossible for him to concentrate. He also hates how that scientist Steele makes googly eyes at you. How most of the agents seems to. But Steele makes him bitter because he knows Steele’s everything that he’s not, and can give you everything that he can’t.

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Another thing Bucky hates? How you can look good with makeup smeared down your face. He can’t stop his eyes from following you as you get up to go get a late lunch with Wanda, Steele and Natasha.

A hand smacks the top of his head.

“What?” Bucky turns towards Steve.

“Make a move already you idiot.” The blonde says. 

“Shut up” Bucky groans running his hands through his hair. 

“You need to stop acting like a little boy on the playground, pulling her pigtails ‘cause you like ‘er” Steve snaps back. Bucky groans again. “And despite what you think you’re a good guy Buck. You deserve to be happy” Steve’s voice softens.

Bucky sighs,laying on his back. “I just-she just-” Bucky sighs again “I like her a lot Steve.”

Steve guffaws “You think I don’t know?”

“Ya don’t get it man-I like her almost too much,” Bucky mumbles. Steve rolls over and looks Bucky in the eyes.

“I get it. And I also get what you don’t get. How you need to make a move soon”

“Even if I was going to make a move it’s already too late.” Bucky says looking up at the sky “I-I’ve given her such a hard time I don’t think she would be interested.”

“It’s never too late. Just tell her how she makes you so nervous that you end up doing stupid things” Steve grins. “Works with the ladies every time”

“Man what do ya know about ladies?” Bucky laughs.

“Shut up.” Steve smacks Bucky “Just remember it’s never too late”

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“It’s never too late”

 Steve’s words echo in Bucky’s head when he heads back to his room that afternoon. And sitting on his bed, with this aching feeling of wanting clawing in his chest Bucky decides he’s going to take a chance.

He knows he can’t cold approach you and that you’d treat any compliments with suspicion. Suddenly your words echo in his head.

“If a guy took the time to get me flowers it would be a yes from me.”

So Bucky gets you flowers. That very night he goes out and gets a bouquet of roses and leaves one at your door that night. And then one the next morning.And the next and the next. The second day he notices how smiley you seem. The third day he hears you giggling with Natasha

“I can’t believe it Tasha, someone’s been leaving me flowers!”

It’s the fourth day and Bucky’s sweating. It’s Friday and he’s decided to tell you and try to ask you out. He spends three hours pumping himself up to actually do it and another hour trying to look presentable. He changes in and out of several shirts before wearing a black button down and jeans. And then he tries to tame his hair into submission. ‘Does it always look this greasy?’ Finally he picks up the massive bouquet of different flowers he bought ‘More flowers more of a chance she’ll say yes?’ and prepares to head out.

“FRIDAY?” Bucky calls out tentatively. He always felt damn strange speaking into open air.

“Yes Sergeant Barnes?” the program answers

“Where’s Y/N?”

“Ms.Y/N is currently heading up to her room from downstairs. Would you like me to contact her?”

“No, thank you FRIDAY” Bucky answers. He decides he’s going to meet you in the hall.

“You’re welcome Sergeant Barnes.”

Bucky walks out of his room and he’s nervous it hits him like a wall and his palm starts to sweat. ‘I feel and look like a damn fool. I shouldn’t have gotten this invested in her.” Bucky thinks to himself. But for a moment he allows himself a future where you’ve said yes. Where you care for him even a little like the way he cares for you. And he wants that future.

Bucky hangs back in the corner before your hall for a little bit. Then he hears the click clack of your heeled shoes. He peeks around the corner. First he sees you-he always does. You look radiant, wearing a short long sleeved dress and those black heels he secretly loves on you. Then he notices the silhouette  standing in front of your door. The male silhouette. Steele’s silhouette. Bucky’s stomach drops. When he sees your face light up Bucky thinks that he would feel bitter. 

But he just feels sad.

‘I guess there is such a thing as too late’

He starts to slip away before you see him.As he turns around he hears your voice. It’s like a knife.

Your excited squeal. 

“No. Way.”


Part II -Coffee


tags: @stephie-senpai 

anonymous asked:

In the post where you were talking about banter requests, I loved your ideas for Cullen/Alistair conversations. Would you mind actually writing out that one?

Set in DAI, assuming the two of them are actively traveling with the Inquisitor at the same time.


Alistair: So… It’s been… what? Ten years or so? Glad to see you’re doing better than the last time we crossed paths.
Cullen: No.
Alistair: No? You’re not doing better?
Cullen: No, I mean… I don’t… I would rather not talk about Kinloch.
Alistair: Oh.
Cullen: Sorry. I just-
Alistair: No, you’re right. That was a bit of an asinine thing to bring up, huh?
Cullen: The night your companion arrived at Ferelden’s Circle was easily the worst of my life. I was… not in my right mind.
Alistair: Right. Sorry. Shouldn’t have… You know what? Forget I said anything.


Cullen: Maker, you’re joking.
Alistair: Honest truth of Andraste.
Cullen: It talked? And moved?!
Alistair: Yep. Quite fond of moving, actually. And crushing things. Big fan of crushing things. Birds, especially.
Cullen: And it was conscious the whole time? Watching us?
Alistair: That’s what Shale said. It’s name is Shale, by the way. Did I already mention that?
Cullen: Shale… Maker, I used to climb that thing when I was a boy.
Alistair: Awkward. Probably means Shale was the first woman you ever mounted.
Cullen: What?
Alistair: (laughs) Oh, if only you could see your face right now.


Alistair: Is it just me, or did I do really miserably in that last fight?
Cullen: It’s not just you.
Alistair: (sarcastically) Oh ha ha.
Cullen: Are you injured?
Alistair: No. Just my shoulder. Eventually it will let me know if I can lift my arm above my head again. 
Cullen: Your shield form needs correcting, then. You shouldn’t be feeling it in your shoulder unless you were bracing it into your body. You should hold it higher so the force of the blow lands on your forearm-
Alistair: Ugh. You sound like the Ser Rowald.
Cullen: Who?
Alistair: The Templar I trained under. Or, one of them, anyway. Hold your shield up, Alistair. Stop leaving your side open, Alistair. Don’t block things with your face, Alistair.
Cullen: Maybe you should have listened to him.
Alistair: Well, I’ve made it this far, haven’t I? And I’ve still got a pretty face to show for it. Take that, Rowald.


Cullen: You left the order before taking your vows?
Alistair: I didn’t leave so much as I was recruited. Duncan… the Warden-Commander… he visited the monastery in Bournshire where I was in training. The grand cleric put on a heck of a show for him - paraded us around, made us fight one another. The boy I was paired with, Ferrald - he was older than me. Already knighted. I know for a fact they put me against him to let him show off and he made good on it - all but wiped the floor with me. (chuckles) I would have paid good coin to see the look on the grand cleric’s face when Duncan said he wanted me for the Wardens. Apparently he tried to forbid it until Duncan invoked the Right of Conscription.
Cullen: He must have really had his mind set on you. Did he ever tell you why?
Alistair: No. Not really, anyway. (quieter) I wish I still had the chance to ask him.


Cullen: Do you regret it?
Alistair: Well that’s a good conversation starter. Lots of things I regret… like going back for a second cheese pie at lunch. My stomach’s not too happy with that choice.
Cullen: I meant your conscription. Being forced to serve the Wardens.
Alistair: Oh Maker, no. I never wanted to be a Templar. I was handed off to them because a certain someone wanted the local bastard to be a bit more out of sight, out of mind - if you catch my meaning. I hated it. Once I witnessed my first Harrowing… that sort of sealed the deal for me. I didn’t ever want to be put in that position again.
Cullen: I take it the mage didn’t survive?
Alistair: That’s usually what happens when you’re forced to run them through with a sword.
Cullen: I’m… sorry.
Alistair: It’s probably easier, if you go into it truly believing you’re doing the right thing.
Cullen: Speaking from experience - it shouldn’t ever be easy. If it is, then you have a far greater problem on your hands.


Alistair: Are you feeling alright? You look a bit green in the gills.
Cullen: I’ll be fine.
Alistair: Withdrawal getting to you again? I remember feeling certain… urges, when I stopped taking it. But I didn’t use lyrium long enough for the addiction to set in. Only a few doses in training.
Cullen: Consider yourself lucky, then.


[tag for more original banter]

anonymous asked:

Hi! Please could I request headcanons of the RFA+V+Saeran first date with MC?

Oh, boy! First dates! I hope I do this justice for you, anon~! (: Sorry it takes me so long to finish these requests. I am a college student who is trying to prepare for the sweet release of death finals. Anywho, I tried to make these worth the wait but I still feel like a potate.

Ø  ~~~YOOSUNG~~~

  • After he finished up the semester, he vowed to take you on a dream date.
  • He suggested just about everything, and you had to calm him down.
  • “We can see a movie, and go to dinner, and go bowling, and I’ll see if Jumin can lend us a limousine! Do you think he would? Oh! We can—“
  • “Yoosung… Sweetie, just breathe for a minute. Do either of us have the money for this?”
  • He was silent for a moment.
  • “Er… Then how about a picnic?”
  • There we go, Yoosung. Thinking inside the wallet.
  • The two of you met at the park. He found a lush, green field for you two and laid down a large blanket.
  • He sat down a huge basket, and you were wondering what on earth he could have brought that would need that much space.
  • As if reading your thoughts, he began babbling at high-speed.
  • “I made sandwiches, gimbap—meat and without meat, I didn’t think to ask if you were vegan, sorry—mandoo, gaeran mari, some musubi.. Hmmm, oh, and rice cakes!! I also made—“
  • He continued on for a moment, listing off the menu as he pulled it straight from the basket.
  • You place a finger to his lips to silence him, and you could have sworn he almost jumped out of his skin.
  • “Yoosung!” you blurt. “Let’s just eat!”
  • His cheeks were an adorable shade of red, and his shoulders trembled.
  • He reminded you of a nervous little Chihuahua, and it honestly made you giggle a bit.
  • The two of you sat down to eat, and you noticed he looked really drained.
  • “Did you get enough sleep? Did you play LOLOL all night again?”
  • He gave a sheepish smile and gestured to the food laid out all around on the blanket.
  • “Not this time… I was up all night making this for us. I wanted it to be perfect, so I had to restart a few times… It isn’t too bland is it? Did I make it pretty enough?”
  • “Yoosung,” you breathe, quite shocked at the amount of effort he put into some picnic snacks. You shake your head in disbelief. How could any guy be so incredibly sweet?
  • “It is perfect. This entire day is perfect. Thank you so much.”
  • Yoosung looks entirely flattered, trying his best not to smile from ear to ear, looking down at his gimbap and toying with a lace on his shoes.
  • This man is completely flawless in your eyes, and you are so proud of him. You decide you want to hang onto him for as long as humanly possible.

Ø  ~~~ZEN~~~

  • He asked you out through a phone call.
  • You had to mute the phone to keep from squealing right in his ear.
  • The two of you end up parking in front of a large building. He didn’t tell you what the place was.
  • Zen is a complete gentleman, opening doors for you and holding your hand every chance he gets, commenting on how beautiful you look.
  • Which he better have, because you spent ages primping for this guy.
  • He leads you inside, and immediately you know what the place is.
  • There are cymbals stacked up in the corner of the main hall, piano benches and music stands propped against the walls.
  • He smiles at you knowingly, then leads you into a small room with just a piano and a couple of chairs.
  • “Pull a chair up and sit beside me… I want to play something for you.”
  • You follow his instructions and sit in the chair beside his, just a bit behind him since he was sitting in front of the piano—you didn’t want to get in the way.
  • His lips quirk up once more, a dazzling smile that shows the pearly whites of his teeth.
  • Your heart thumps against your chest as his bright crimson eyes gaze softly into yours.
  • “Don’t think I’m a creep just yet, but… I couldn’t get you out of my mind. So…”
  • He turns around and taps out a few notes and chords, making sure of the key for what he was about to play.
  • “Ahem, I… I wrote this for you.”
  • Your eyes widened. He wrote you a song?! And he actually sounds nervous about it?!
  • Without further explanation, he began playing before he could chicken out completely.
  • It’s magnificent… The sweet melody fills the room, a major key that could lift even the most broken of spirits.
  • Zen was slightly slouched, fingers gliding over the keys as if it was second nature, swaying along gently to the music.
  • You press a hand over your mouth, smiling like a giddy little girl as you watch him play with such deep emotion. It was like seeing a whole new Zen.
  • He looks entirely vulnerable before you, all of his emotions spilling out with every chord he creates.
  • Suddenly, a smooth, deep voice resounds throughout the room. He’s singing.
  • He adorns his suave baritone voice with vibrato, singing each note with utter grace and perfection…  
  • God, he sounds just like an angel…
  • You didn’t notice the tears falling from your eyes until the song was complete.
  • He turns around and looks at you, tears brimming in his own eyes.
  • He smiles again, knowing exactly what you’re feeling.
  • He’s feeling it too.
  • You leap forward and wrap your arms around his neck.
  • He laughs and embraces you as well.
  • “I love you, Zen…”
  • “Mm, not as much as I love you…”

Ø  ~~~JAEHEE~~~

  • Coffee shop?
  • WRONG.
  • The two of you are going to the sPA BECAUSE YOU BOTH DESERVE A BREAK.
  • After hearing how much Jumin was overworking Jaehee, the whole thing was your idea. Your bae was so!! stressed!!
  • You needed to relax anyway.
  • You planned it as a “date,” but the two of you hadn’t disclosed any romantic feelings for each other.
  • You wanted her to know how you felt, but at the same it terrified you.
  • What if she doesn’t like you back? You don’t deal very well with rejection..
  • The two of you got manicures and pedicures together.
  • It surprised you when you heard her giggle and apologize.
  • Apparently, her legs are very ticklish.
  • And it’s so cute.
  • Her laugh is so bubbly, and the way she curls her legs up to avoid being tickled just warms your heart.
  • You love seeing her happy.
  • The only thing that started to bother you was when the two of you went for massages.
  • Both of you had to undress at least partially and be rubbed down by another person in order to receive a massage.
  • Jaehee was going to be pawed at by someone else with only a thin sheet in between the two of them.
  • [MC rage mode activated]
  • You could hardly enjoy the massage because of it, especially when Jaehee let out little moans when the masseuse worked out the stress from her shoulders.
  • That should be me making her feel like that, you thought.
  • Finally the two of you got some alone time in a mud bath.
  • She was reluctant to get in at first.
  • “Jaehee… They don’t just pick up some dirt and throw it in here with water. This is good for your skin!”
  • “Good… mud?”
  • This sweetheart had never been to a spa before. You were so glad to treat her.
  • She got in and immediately the warmth of the mud soothed her tension.
  • She is now leaning back against the edge of the bath. She’s had her eyes closed for several minutes; you could only assume she fell asleep.
  • “… You’re so cute when you’re sleeping…”
  • “Hm?”
  • “Oh! Nothing!”
  • MC, you big idiot. It’s a good thing she didn’t hear that!
  • “Ah, I’m so relaxed. I haven’t felt like this in year,” she hums. “Thank you so much, MC. I could just kiss you right now.”
  • “Why don’t you?”
  • MC, REALLY? You just love suffering, don’t you? Just love digging holes for yourself—
  • Jaehee laughs. She looks over at you with a wide smile and sees your blush.
  • It is so endearing to her. You’re just so adorable and shy. Why can’t you just tell her what you’re feeling?
  • “It’s the least I could do for someone like you,” she says, and your eyes widen to comic proportions.
  • She softly laughs again and leans over, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.
  • [MC liquesce mode activated]
  • (∗∕∕⊙∕◡∕⊙∕∕)

Ø  ~~~JUMIN~~~

  • Fancy dinner date with the executive director of C&R~
  • It was surreal. Jumin ordered and sent you a nice, black dress with matching heels and light jewelry. He even arranged a limousine to drive you two there.
  • You really felt like it was too much, but Jumin insisted that you just relax and indulge for tonight. This was your first date and he wanted to make it special for the both of you in any way possible.
  • It was like you were in a fairy-tale
  • You would have believed that Jumin was prince charming if he hadn’t been looking so grumpy all night.
  • Finally, after the two of you were halfway through your dinner, the wine you were drinking gave you enough confidence to ask him why he looked so pissy.
  • “Is it me? Do you not like me…?”
  • “MC, that’s ridiculous. You’re the most important woman in the world to me…”
  • “It’s just…”
  • He closes his eyes briefly and sighs, placing his silverware down. He very suddenly pins you with a hard gaze, taking you aback.
  • “I misjudged the length… Your dress is too short. These dogs keep staring.”
  • Sure enough, there were men in this nice establishment who were low-class enough to check out a lady. And another man’s lady at that!
  • You pull your dress down over your knees, trying to keep full coverage of your thighs while you sat at the table.
  • You are very uncomfortable.
  • The corner of Jumin’s lips twitch upward slightly, and he flattens the back of his hand on the table in front of you.
  • “Give me your hand. They’ll stop looking.”
  • You are all for that.
  • You place your palm gently in his, and a blush creeps over your face.
  • He squeezes your hand softly, caressing it as if it was a sacred treasure. He runs his thumb over your knuckles, back and forth while his silvery eyes watch your nerves settle down.
  • This feels really nice.
  • “They’re not looking anymore,” you sigh, relieved.
  • Jumin’s smile widens, and you feel your flesh rise as he brings your hand up and presses your fingers against his lips.
  • So warm and soft…
  • Your blush returns as your mind drifts, fantasizing about that tantalizing warmth against your own lips.
  • “Good,” he murmurs, voice deep and foreboding. “I’m the only one who should see you like that.”

Ø  ~~~SEVEN~~~

  • Your phone lit up with brightly in the middle of a message, a festive image of a roller coaster behind some obnoxious-colored text…. Ugh, spam???
  • YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN! CLICK BELOW TO CLAIM YOUR PRIZE!!!”
  • You try to exit the pop-up, but unfortunately, it wouldn’t leave your screen.
  • You sigh and humor the ad, pressing the button.
  • YOU’VE WON…”
  • … Is that a drumroll..?
  • ONE OF MANY FREE DATES WITH 707!!!”
  • Oh my god, Seven, you freaking dork.
  • You couldn’t help but smile and laugh, covering your mouth to hide a goofy grin so wide that it made your cheeks hurt.
  • Seven swings by the apartment and picks you up the next day, then floors it to your destination.
  • A theme park?? So that’s what the roller coaster was about.
  • You felt nauseous. He better not drag you on any roller co—
  • aaaaaaaaaaaand first stop, roller coaster.
  • “NOPE, NO. NO, SEVEN ZERO SEVEN, YOU BETTER STOP—AAGH.”
  • He’s dragging you along, insisting it will be fun! He says if you come along, he has a top secret surprise for you~
  • You muster up the courage, but you’re still shivering like crazy.
  • He holds your hand, a gesture that turns you red in the face. His palm is so warm against your own, and his fingers laced around yours perfectly. He is such a good hand-holder what the hell
  • He was distracting you with his unassuming charm until you realized you were seated and strapped down in the coaster.
  • You start cursing under your breath, and Seven gives your hand a reassuring squeeze.
  • “Baaaabe, you’ll be fine! It’ll be worth it!”
  • The ride begins. You scream, he laughs, all the while gripping each other’s hand tightly.
  • You come out trembling, but he seems to have gotten a huge rush. He laughs and swings your hand to and fro as you walk.
  • “You made it! See, it wasn’t so bad! Ready for your surprise, MC?”
  • You glare up at him, and you see him grinning. What the hell is he up to?
  • He brings you to the side of the nearest building, away from the crowd, then gingerly tilts your chin up.
  • You blush, unable to be angry anymore as you gaze into his hypnotic golden eyes. He’s going to kiss me, oh my god, he’s going to kiss me!!
  • He comes closer, his nose bumping against yours, and your breath hitches. You can feel your lips tingling with anticipation.
  • Seven builds up the moment, letting the heat of his breath ghost over your lips for what seemed like an eternity.
  • You were on fire, wanting to just kiss him senseless, but he held you firmly in place.
  • Finally, he moved closer and—
  • He gave a swift peck to your nose and backed away.
  • REALLY.
  • You looked entirely offended, making him burst out laughing.
  • “Pffftt ha ha ha!! Tell you what,” he said, collecting himself. “If you go on another one, I’ll give you the real surprise.”
  • You were about to refuse, but then he slid the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip. You groaned quietly.
  • “Maybe just one more…”

Ø  ~~~V~~~

  • Nature hikes!
  • He still had a bit of sight left in one eye—enough to get him around.
  • Plus, you were always there to guide him if he needed it.
  • Turns out, he knew the trail fairly well, so only a small amount of sight was needed to be able to maneuver around the trees and roots with ease.
  • This boy would not let your hand go, and it was the sweetest thing. He wanted you to stay close to him, as if he was afraid you were the one who would get lost.
  • The trees began to thin, and soon you two were atop a large hill overlooking the city.
  • It was so beautiful, you felt like you were on top of the world.
  • Well, with V by your side, you may as well be.
  • “MC, stand over here.”
  • You walked in front of the scenic view of the city and stopped, looking at V expectantly.
  • “Now, smile!”
  • He had taken his camera out and was positioning it over his left eye.
  • You smile, and he takes the picture.
  • He doesn’t bother to see at how it turned out; with you in it, it will undoubtedly be perfect.
  • “Beautiful,” he says, and joins you where you’re standing.
  • He holds his camera up and snaps a photograph of the both of you.
  • “This one is for you.” He grabs the photo and hands it to you. A third of his face was cut from the picture, but it was still something to remember this by.
  • Your first date with the man you’ll spend forever with. You clutched the picture to your chest, making a mental note to get a frame for it.
  • Suddenly, V’s shoulders started shaking, and his breathing became erratic.
  • You placed a hand on his shoulder, looking at him with concern.
  • “V, are you all right?”
  • As he looks over at you, you saw a smile on his face. He was laughing, with a single tear spilling down his cheek.
  • You didn’t know how to react, so you wrapped him up in an embrace that he returned immediately.
  • “We haven’t known each other for very long, but I can tell…” His voice was quivering in your ear.
  • “I can tell that I don’t ever want to forget your face. I don’t ever want to forget the way you smile when you see me. Or the way you laugh when I make some pathetic joke… I don’t ever want to forget the way your eyes light up like the stars of a million galaxies when I speak. I don’t want to forget… Please tell me I won’t forget.”
  • “V…”
  • The two of you spent the entire day and night together. He never took his eyes off of you. No matter where you went or what you did, as long as you were in sight, his eyes belonged to you. And for as long as his sight lasts, he will pledge himself to committing every one of your details to memory. He will never forget your face.

Ø  ~~~SAERAN~~~

  • It’s almost midnight when you hear little taps on your window.
  • Curious, you peer outside and are immediately met with two dazzling aquamarine eyes.
  • You nearly have a heart attack.
  • This beautiful white-haired man is smiling softly, gesturing for you to open your window.
  • Should you? He looks dangerous, but… Something inside you wants to know who he is and what he wants. Could this be the hacker that led you to this place?
  • You crack open the window, just enough to hear him speak. Your grip is tight, so that you can close and lock it immediately if the need arises.
  • “MC, I see you’re adjusting well. Why don’t you come outside?”
  • “Y-you’re Unknown?”
  • “Ah, clever little thing, aren’t you? Come on out. I won’t hurt you~”
  • Will he? Come on, MC… Don’t be stupid. You can’t possibly do what he says. He’s the hacker! You have to call Seven!…
  • Before you could even process what was happening, he pushes the window open more and grabs your hand, jerking you forward so abruptly that you almost knock your head on the window.
  • “But… If you rat me out, I might hurt you a little~!” He giggles, and your blood runs cold.
  • “I’ll come out, I’ll do it! Just… let me go, please.”
  • He releases your arm and pries the window open enough for you to get out.
  • “And leave your phone inside…”
  • You’re both outside now, and he takes your hand gently in his as he guides you along.
  • You find it odd how gentle he turned out to be after getting you outside—maybe he won’t hurt you after all. But where is he taking you?
  • “I imagine you have a lot of questions. I’ve got a little time to kill, so I’ll clear some things up.”
  • The night went by with you and this stranger hand in hand, strolling through the town in the dead of night.
  • He seemed to be glowing, ethereal under the moonlight. His mystery fueled your curiosity, and so the two of you quietly spoke as you made your way along.
  • Soon, you return to the apartment building. You notice how reluctant you are to leave this mystery man. You had enjoyed the company, and moreover you had grown accustomed to his touch.
  • Which all but makes you groan disappointedly as he lets your hand go.
  • He takes notices and chuckles, forcing a chill down your spine.
  • “You like me, don’t you? You don’t want me to leave. Mm… Would you like me to join you in your bedroom for the night?” His voice is low and sultry, whispering a proposition into your ear that makes your face heat up like crazy.
  • Yes. Yes. God, yes.
  • You open your mouth, but are far too flustered to speak. Absolutely no sound comes out. He knows what this means…
  • The two of you are now inside, lips crashing onto the others’ in the heat of the moment.
  • His mouth is like a bittersweet poison, dripping with sugary venom, driving your senses wild.
  • Everywhere he touches sets your body on fire. Why, why are you doing this? This isn’t you.
  • But the sense of danger and mystery just sucks you in entirely. This man makes you weak and entirely submissive to his will.
  • He pushes you onto your bed, then crawls on top of you and pins your wrists firmly to the mattress.
  • You are helpless and feeble, docile and obedient.
  • You’re loving this.
  • You can’t get enough of his taste, tongue dancing around yours in a scorching sensation that only the two of you can feel.
  • His teeth bite at your flesh, leaving trails of bright red love marks over your neck and throat.
  • You crave more, so much more, lifting your body to rub against his, then he stops.
  • The two of you panting is the only sound heard throughout the silence.
  • You want to say his name, but you realize that you don’t even know it yet.
  • “That’s enough for tonight,” he murmurs, picking himself up from the bed.
  • You sit up, reaching out to him, your face a blushing mess.
  • “W-wait! Where are you going?”
  • He lifts the window, and just as he is about to disappear, he flashes you a wicked grin.
  • “Don’t worry, Princess. I’ll come get you soon..~”
The police told me there was nothing down there. I know they’re lying.

(This story is very very long, be warned.)

I never wanted to be a mother. A child happened to me, I didn’t ask for it.

After you’ve had a child, you never get peace and quiet. I don’t mean that in a resentful way, just a fact. There’s the crying phase, the screaming phase, the yelling phase, the “NO!” phase, et cetera. And you never get time. You don’t have time for hobbies and distractions. Raising a child is two full-time jobs.

It’s not that I didn’t try to do everything I could for him. It’s not that I didn’t try and be a good parent. I did, I gave it everything I had. But deep down, I think he could tell that I didn’t want him. Kids know.

I had a part time job. I didn’t get paid very well, but it was enough. It was just office work, nothing exciting. My sister would look after him when I wasn’t around. I didn’t really have the money for daycare.

I knew that things weren’t working out like they should have. And I did what any self-respecting human being would do - I bought a book. I’d always heard that you should read to your child every night, and that doing so would make them smart and well-adjusted. Well, I had nothing to lose.

I’m not really an Amazon person, so I paid a visit to my local bookstore - a dark, slightly grubby independent place that shuns all but the most obsessive of bookworms. Standing in the narrow, dimly-lit aisles, surrounded by towering bookshelves jammed with volumes at every angle, I wondered, briefly - what do people normally buy for their kids?

The Very Hungry Caterpillar?

He was a bit old for that. Besides, I think that’s one of those books that parents buy because they think it’s kitschy, not because their kids will actually enjoy it.

Amongst the slightly destroyed second-hand Roald Dahl books and Dr. Seuss anthologies, I found a book that stuck out. It was old, and bound in what looked like real leather, but it was in surprisingly good shape. It wasn’t too long, but it proclaimed its suitability for for children aged 4-6 (he was five). It was called ‘The Trap Door’. No author, no other details. I picked it up and skimmed through the first few pages, and it seemed an ideal fit. It was written in an irregular rhyming meter, and it was festooned with colourful, scratchy illustrations that depicted a boy strikingly similar to my son. The picture was already forming in my head - we’d read it, we’d bond, and we’d smooth over the cracks.

I know it was just a book, but for the first time in my life, I realized I was excited to spend time with my son.

That night, after I’d tucked him into bed, I sat down on his shark duvet (he liked sharks), and I sprang the book upon him.

Once, long ago and far away

There lived a boy of five or so

With a rounded face and hair like hay

And a mind that yearned to learn and grow

The boy lived in a mud-flecked land

Of rolling hills and sheep and styles,

And brooks and trees and miles and miles

Of hinterlands and ranch hands

Long ago there was a war,

Of petty kings and border-lords

The earth did drink the blood of those

Who died for honor or a rose

The boy was happy as could be,

In the cottage on the hill

His mother his only company,

Who loved that boy with all her will

It’s challenging material for a five-year old. But it was educational, it was stimulating. I had only a faint idea of what the war of the roses was actually about, but I did a good job of pretending that I did.

We said our i-love-yous and I closed the door. Things were going to be okay.


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BTS reacts to their s/o pranking them

Requested by anon:

Since April Fools day just passed I wanted to request BTS reactions of their girlfriends pranking them.

A/N: Hi thank you so much for the request! Sorry it took me long to finally do this but here it is. Hope you like it! xx

Jin: 

Originally posted by jxnhyungs

Jin would probably be very gullible and think the prank is real. As he trusts you a lot he believes every word you’re saying to him. But as the prank goes into some personal territory he totally freaks out and thinks you’re pregnant. But as you reveal it’s a prank he almost feels like he’s been betrayed by you, but gets over it.  

“Ahh how dare you prank me like this y/n?? I nearly had a heart attack”

Yoongi:

Originally posted by dreamyoongi

He wouldn’t believe at first as he knows you like to prank him, but as you continue to prank him he slowly starts to believe you due to your great acting skills. Yoongi would try act as if the prank didn’t affect him but in the inside you totally got him. 

“Babe you need to stop pranking me, it’s not working”

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Past and Present

Originally posted by jdm-negan-mcnaughty

Pairing: John x Reader, past John x Mary
Word count: 1,215
Warnings: Angst, swearing
Request: Anonymous. Hi ! What about a John Winchester x Mary x Reader angsty fic? Like John is dating the reader and Mary comes back frome the dead & he doen’t know what to do??

Part 1 of Winchester Losses


“Mom…” Dean started, his voice soft. “There’s something you need to know. About Dad.”

Mary furrowed her brows at him. “What about him? Did he die?” She asked, worried.

Dean swallowed, not liking to be the one to have to give his mother the details to play catch up. “Dad’s seeing someone.” He couldn’t bring himself to look her in the eyes. “Her name is Y/N, she’s a hunter, travels with him.”

“Well, I was dead, Dean.” She tried to hide the pain in her voice. To her, no time had passed. John was still her husband.

That conversation echoed in her head as she stood next to him, both of them leaning against the side of the Impala. You and John were across the parking lot, your arms around his neck, his hands on your hips. “She’s young.” Mary muttered, her heart clenching. She watched as you laughed, your head leaning against the window of the truck. When John kissed you deeply, she looked away, towards Dean. “More like someone that you should be seeing. Not your father.”

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The Princess and the Wedding

Prompt: Part 3 of Damian’s Soulmark series, because Damian is the definition of prince charming.

Part 1, Part 2



You find that it’s worse when you’re alone; when the room is dark and Damian isn’t around. You try to focus on anything else; a book, a movie, something. But nothing works. In the end, you end up in front of the large bay window of your hotel room, admiring the Gotham skyline.

   In that moment, you allow yourself to close your eyes, and breath. You focus on the way the air fills your lungs, and the slight ache as it leaves. Then you focus on the pull. The little warm feeling that assures you that you’re not alone. You become so lost in it, that you never hear him approach, and by the time that needle finds a home in your neck, it’s too late to do anything. The last thing you see is Vertigo’s face.

   In unconsciousness you find peace. Your mind drifts back to the cabin, to the explosion of emotion. You remember the way Damian’s lips feel on yours; slightly chapped but tender. You remember the way they had danced over your skin. And then you remember lying in front of the fireplace, wrapped in his arms.

   “We have to find a way.” His voice was a whisper.

   You had placed a kiss on his chest before looking into his eyes. You had found them filled with desperation and love. Love for you and desperate need to be loved. Snuggling closer you had simply said, “We will.”

   Two days later the call from Vertigo had come, along with his ultimatum. Return to Gotham and marry him, or watch your mother die. The fear that had gripped you with that phone call had nearly made you sick. But Damian had wrapped his arms around you, and made you a promise, “We’ll get her back. We will get her back, and then we’ll figure out us.”

   The plan had been simple, pretend to go along with Vertigo’s plan, from there Damian’s family would search for your mother. The galas and state dinners that had been lined up had bought you some time. You weren’t scheduled to go back to Kaznia for several weeks. That along with the pretense of disdain for the Wayne heir provided you with a cover that couldn’t be bought anywhere else.

   But Vertigo had always been a sneaky bastard. So when you wake up, strapped into a chair on the royal family’s private jet, you know that the man had moved up his timeline. The smirk he gives you makes you want to claw his eyes out. Instead you dig your nails into the armrest.

   Hours later you’re led off the plane under an armed escort. You find yourself thrown into your room at the castle, and what you see there makes you sick. The wedding dress resting over the chair is extravagant, gaudy, and something you’d never wear. And as you’re forced into it, your hatred for Vertigo grows even more.

You’re acutely aware of your surroundings as you are walked from your room to the throne room. The grip the soldier has on your arm is hard enough to bruise as he drags you down the aisle. Your eyes meet those of several of your mother’s cabinet. They’re covered in bruises, and Vertigo’s soldiers stand nearby, ready to shoot.

You scowl as you’re deposited in front of you husband to be. His smile is evil, as he simply asks, “Are you ready darling?”

“Ready to kill you? Why yes, yes I am.”

You listen as Vertigo takes his vows, and when your turn comes you’re certain that you’re going to be sick. You’re just forcing your mouth open when the doors to the room burst open.

Smoke fills the air, and there’s several grunts. You use the diversion to back away from Vertigo. You’re nearly out of the room when an arm snakes around your waist, and a hand clamps over your mouth. Before you struggle, a familiar voice says, “It’s me.”

You look into Damian’s eyes and you finally relax. Until you see the sadness in them. His voice is soft as he asks, “Where’s your room?”

Your heart sinks as you lead him through the corridors. Once you’re safely in, and the door is locked he explains. He explains how his family had been looking for your mother while you two kept an eye on him at the party. It was them tripping the silent alarm that made the Count move up his plans.

Your voice is soft, “What about my mother?”

Damian meets your eyes, his voice as gentle as can be when he says, “We were too late. Her injuries were too extreme. They were able to get her to the hospital where she was able to identify the Count as her captor and abuser. She died before we were able to get here.”

His words weigh you down, and you find that you have trouble breathing. You start pulling at the dress, and Damian quickly helps you out of it. You slide to the floor in your underwear, and Damian drapes a blanket around your shoulders.

   You feel the tears slip down your cheeks, and you force yourself to take a deep breath, “I don’t have time to mourn. With my mother gone, I am the Queen.”

   Damian nods, “What do you need from me?”

   You stare at him, before taking his hand, “Will you marry me? I know it’s soon. But I’m young. I don’t know who I can trust and who I can’t. Marriage will bring stability, and I know it’s a lot to ask …”

   He smiles, before pushing a lock of hair behind your ear, “Let’s go get married.”

   You pull on jeans and a tee-shirt before walking with him back to the throne room. The smoke had cleared, and Vertigo and his followers had been tied up. Your mother’s cabinet, now freed, stood debating what to do.

   You keep your voice calm, as you simply say, “My mother is dead. She lived long enough to give us the evidence needed to convict Vertigo. But as of now, I am the Queen of Kaznia.” You take a deep breath, “And my first act will be to marry my soulmate. Damian Wayne.”

   You ignore the shock in their eyes as you step forward. Damian’s hand on the small of your back gives you the strength to stand tall. In perhaps the most unglamorous royal wedding ever, you and Damian Wayne are married. And as you promise your life to him, you can’t help but think that it fits the two of you perfectly.

Kalagang #04 (2/2)

1x05 Art Is Like Religion

Kala’s wedding day. This is where Wolfgang and Kala recognize each other’s presence. After this, they are not unsure of each other anymore; they know one another is real. When I watched Kala’s wedding, first I was just mesmerized by Kala’s outfit. When I rewatched the episode, I was then mesmerized by cinematography – especially how they did with the colors. When I rewatched it again about hundred times, I realized more symbolism are hidden in that scene…* whispers * and some foreshadowing.

Kala: I had no idea how heavy it all would be. I hope I don’t collapse in the middle of the circle

Original post [x] @nataljedormer

Dear Kala,

First of all, you look like a goddess. Secondly, you’re getting really good at predicting near future. And lastly…heavy isn’t it? Not just the dress and all those jewelries you’re wearing…but also the weight of decision you have to make as an adult, the weight of your heart that keeps pulling you away from this wedding, the weight of guilt because you know you will never love Rajan, the weight of standards – made by the society, maybe your family, and even made by yourself.

When we become adults, there are so many things that we have carry on our shoulders. It’s not easy to simply ignore the fact that we live in a world where perceptions come first. They seem invisible, yet they somehow always find a way to give pressure on us. Perceptions, social standards, expectations. Whatever the cause might be, we slowly give in ourselves to them. And then one day, we realize that we’re wearing something that hides our true selves.

It may be an armor to protect ourselves; may be a uniform so that we can fit in; or it may be a dress that will make you beautiful. However, eventually, all of them will make us feel empty inside…because they do not show who we really are – what we really want.

Basically, Kala is hiding herself – especially her “unknown” desire – underneath that dress. The dress represents her pretending to be happy with her choice…pretending to be a good daughter her family knows as well as a perfect wife Rajan thinks. Sounds like a heavy burden to me; no wonder why the dress feels heavy to her.

Sun: I’m afraid I’ve just made the biggest mistake of my life (1x06)

Original post [x] @sense8sgifs

This is a scene where Kala and Sun unknowingly visit each other, which makes sense because they share similar emotions. Both had to make an important decision. For Kala, it’s wedding; For Sun, it’s prison. Both of them made their decisions…and now, both of them are not certain if they’ve made the right one. I personally think that, for a moment right there, two women did feel regrets.

And because Sun – who coincidentally had very similar feelings with Kala – says she’s just made the biggest mistake of her life, sorry Rajan but…I should say, same goes for Kala. Seriously, Rajan, look at her. She’s not being nervous. She’s being unhappy.

Original post [x] @whatevermale

In Germany, look what we have here people. WATER. WOLFGANG. NAKED. SWIMMING. This whole montage of Wolfgang’s swimming and Kala’s wedding shows clear contrast between them – in terms of colors, elements, outfits (maybe appearance? can’t think of any good word), and interestingly “the way they move” which I’ll explain in a minute.

We can already notice the difference of colors (red and blue) and of elements (water and fire). I don’t have the GIF image, but for those of you do not remember, Kala and Rajan walk around the fire during wedding ceremony. Moreover, Wolfgang is naked symbolizing he has nothing to hide. He doesn’t let anything or anyone to cover up who he is. Unlike Kala, Wolfgang does not pretend.

Original post [x] @fyeahwolfiekala

Alright, here, I want to go over how Kala and Wolfgang move. I’m talking about the action. Like the way each character is actually moving. Kala is moving in a circle, whereas Wolfgang is swimming in a straight line. What does that mean? It foreshadows how each of them is going to react to one another – when they realize what they feel towards each other is more than just a desire.

While Kala is going to:

Wolfgang: [I’ve listened to you] talk in circles about what’s right and proper. Why you have to do this or you shouldn’t do that…(2x10)

Wolfgang, on the other hand, will:

Wolfgang: [I] don’t give a shit about any of it. I don’t care about rules, about what’s right or wrong. What matters to me is this. Us. Right now. (2x10)

See what I mean? Wolfgang will not stop. He will only see Kala and reach out for her without hesitation…hoping that Kala will do the same.

Original post [x] @rossbarton

In this scene when Wolfgang stops in the middle of a pool, while Kala and Rajan are making vows to each other, it felt like Wolfgang stopped in order to listen to her. Not her vows, but this inner voice of hers whispering that this is not what she wants – that she wants something more. Something different. Someone different.

Kala: I take the first of seven steps with you, my husband-to-be, that we may cherish each other and promise we will grow together in mental and spiritual strength. […] and promise love and obedience in all things. […] We shall share love, share the same tastes, share the same food. […] Let us make a vow together to share our strengths. We shall be of one mind. We shall observe these vows together.

Original post [x] @seahenge

Another foreshadowing of Kalagang. Come on – share love, share the same tastes, share the same food, share strengths…shall be of one mind? That sounds so sensate.

Sidenote: I love how each vow matches to other sensates [x]

Original post [x] @ethanschandler

I put that GIF simply because it’s one of my favorite moments in season 1. Wolfgang looks so f***king beautiful in that scene. Especially his eyes, I can’t take my eyes off of his gorgeous blue eyes. I can literally spend my whole day just looking at that GIF image. I’m serious.

OK, moving on. 

Original post [x] @rosetylecr

If one desires to reach out for the other, one must come out of his/her world. It takes courage to step into the other’s world. Everything is different. Everything is new. Everything is unfamiliar.

Wolfgang knows that things he has done, who he is…will haunt him, if he goes into Kala’s world. He knows the risk. He could have chosen to stay in the water, like he always did. He didn’t have to come out. He’s aware of what fire can do to him. And yet, he chooses to come out of the water. He steps into Kala’s world. For her.

Wolfgang: What the fuck are you doing? You’re not in love with him.

Original post [x] @geenozah

Because in that moment, Wolfgang is her inner voice – telling her the truth. And I don’t think it’s Wolfgang who wanted to reach out for Kala. I think it’s Kala herself who reached out for Wolfgang first. It’s just…she doesn’t know it, nor she wants to admit it.

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

…and so Kala gets literally cockblocked by Wolfgang Bogdanow.

Vows

So, I’ve been seeing an AU called Scandalore started by @forcearama play out on my dashboard all day long and I must say, I LOVE EVERY SINGLE MINUTE OF IT. I love Obitine and so I love this AU to bits. Throughout this whole thing, I’ve been wondering things such as, how much does Korkie knows? Not to mention the implications of Anakin meeting Satine at an earlier age. Did he constantly tease Obiwan about her? Or what about the Mandalore arc in this AU? Perhaps not only was Satine frustrated with the clone wars but the fact her HUSBAND was participating in it, making the fight between the two much more of a big deal. But did I write about any of the above? NOPE. Here, have 1.4k of how these two ended up secretly wed in the first place.


When Satine starts throwing up in the morning, she dismisses it as her illness of the month. Satine has never been the peak of Mandalorian health. Her immune system has always taken harder hits than most, and it is one of the many reasons her opponents have used against her ascend to leader of the houses.

But it goes longer than it should, and when she is finally persuaded to see a medical droid, it appears to be something far more drastic.

“You are pregnant.” The droid announced stoically.

“Pregnant?” Satine’s heart starts beating wildly.

The medical droid starts rattling on about the medical definition of being pregnant but the duchess tunes him out. She can’t be pregnant. Not right now. She has just reached a tentative peace among all of Mandalore–she knows there is still pockets of groups who are waiting for any first sign of weakness. A child with a Jedi father would cause a massive scandal. Many willingly overlooked her Jedi protectors, but none would be willing to overlook the fact she conceived a child with one of them. Mandalore’s hatred for Jedi still ran strong in some houses.

She knows what she must do. She must sacrifice the child for the sake of peace. She knows this, and yet her mind can’t help traveling back to Obiwan. She remembers the time he played with some children in a village they spent a few days in. How his eyes gleamed as he patiently answered each one of their numerous questions. He would be a great father, she knows it.

She thinks long and hard about the issue, before coming to a conclusion.

Drawing a deep breath, she wipes the medical droid’s memory before dismissing it from the room. She then reaches for her comm and clicks on the senior padawan’s contact.


“Sa-satine?” He asks, a bit surprised. He hadn’t expected her to contact him after the dust had settled and she retained her status as rightful Duchess of Mandalore.

She seemed adamant in the two ceasing contact with one another. It was perhaps for the best, as painful as it was for him. She was a duchess and he a Jedi. Both had duties to uphold, and had no time for attachments to distract them from their goals.

“Satine, are you alright?” He questions after she doesn’t respond the first time.

On the outside, she looked relatively fine. No one except her closest confidants would notice her that her hairpiece was slightly crooked and the vacant stare in her eyes.

“Obiwan, how I wish you were by my side,” Her voice cracked, but she continued on, “Something unexpected has come up, and I am unsure how to proceed.”

“What is it?” He asked, growing increasingly worried, “Are you being threatened again? I’m sure the Republic wouldn’t mind–”

“It’s not like that,” She interrupts, shaking her head, “It’s a completely different it’s–I’m pregnant, Obiwan.”

Oh. OH.

“with my child?” He asks weakly, collapsing onto his chair in a startled heap.

“Of course, your child, Obiwan Kenobi,” She says in a scandalized tone, but she smiles gently despite it.

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Crossing Lines Part 2

Summary: AU Jensen and reader moved to LA so he could pursue a music career. A new tenant just moved into their building.  His name is Chris and he’s an up and coming actor.

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Reader, Chris Evans

Word Count:  3045

Warnings: SMUT, angst, fluff, cheating

A/N: These are my two faves and my mind wandered as I thought about what it would be like to have to choose between them. This is the result. This will be a multi-part series.

Missed Part 1?  Read it HERE.

Thank you to @hannahindie for betaing this for me!

All images are from Google Search, credit goes to their owners.

 

He leans in and you don’t lean away.  His crystal blue eyes fill your vision, asking you for permission and he must see it because he closes the remaining distance capturing your mouth with his.  His lips are soft and warm, but his tongue is cool from the beer.  His hands slide around your waist pulling you closer as your hands move up his neck and into his hair. Butterflies flutter in your stomach making you feel like a feather as your body molds to his.

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Chris pushes you back onto the couch, nosing under your chin to kiss your exposed throat.  His hands roam over your body as he settles between your thighs.  You pull his face to yours, hungry for the feel of his lips again.  His hands slide up your body and under your shirt, fingers brushing your nipple, slamming you back to reality.  The butterflies take flight leaving you feeling like a stone.  You sit up, pushing him off.

“Sorry, shit.  I have to…  I have to go,” you say, standing up.

“Hey, hold on.”  His fingers ring your wrist, eyes meeting yours.  The blue orbs are innocence and mischief all wrapped up together.  “We can stop… just stay.  We’ll watch the movie.  I’ll keep my hands to myself, scout’s honor.”

You know you should go.  Your mind is screaming for you to, in fact.  But the other part of you, your angry, hurt and sad ego, the part that is hungry for his touch, is whispering stay.  Chris quietly watches you as the internal struggle between your two halves rages, until your ego wins, and you finally sit back down.

The smile on his face looks like a child’s on Christmas morning and you can’t help smiling back at him.  At least when you’re with him the pain of what Jensen did is dulled.  That can’t be so bad, right?

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auricoma  asked:

I have trouble sympathizing with most of the characters in ASOIAF, because none of them represent an ideology I can get behind. Starks are better than Boltons, Stannis is better than Cersei, but they are all unelected hereditary authoritarians. When choosing between 1. Hitler, 2. Stalin and 3. Mussolini, I'd reluctantly go with Mussolini, but I'd much rather choose 4. LEAVE THE PLANET. I don't care who wins the game of thrones. The only winning move is not to play.

I totally get that. GRRM had Tyrion muse on the inherent backwardness of democracy for a reason; we’re never supposed to forget how these characters conceive of power. However, I don’t think that’s an appropriate analogy. Hitler became chancellor as a result of parliamentary politics in the wake of his party doing very well in an election, and none of those three can be called “hereditary” rulers. I’m not remotely saying that this makes popular elections a bad thing, just that I don’t think it’s wise to assume that elections will prevent monsters from rising to power. I’d also argue that it was a very, very good thing for Westeros and in particular the smallfolk of the North that Mance, who didn’t rely on heredity in the least to win his crown, got his ass kicked by Stannis, the avatar of hereditary rule. 

I would also push back on the idea that there are no values in Westeros’ social/political model worth defending: “I charge you to be brave, I charge you to be just, I charge you to defend the young and innocent.” Now, of course, The System itself often fails to reflect those values, but we do see individuals live up to them, and that’s an ideology I can get behind. Take Edmure, for example: “My people. They were afraid.” Or Brienne: “No chance, and no choice.” Or Dunk: “a knight who remembered his vows.” Or, perhaps above all, Davos: “a king protects his people, or he is no king at all.” 

And speaking of the onion knight, allow me to make the case for the one true king. He raised a peasant-born smuggler to knighthood and then lordship, consistently included him in his councils specifically to get the perspective of someone outside the nobility, and is prepared to “make new lords” alongside him. He not only rode to the defense of the realm when no other king would, but after defeating the wildlings so as to eliminate the immediate threat to the North, his next move was to welcome them through the Wall, believing it his duty to defend them from the Others. So, yeah, I too am not fond of hereditary monarchy as a system of governance. However, I think people often miss that Stannis possesses some genuinely radical politics, especially for someone in his position and with his background. Davos, of course, had to convince Stannis to sail to the Wall…but Davos was only in the position to do that because Stannis raised him up, and Stannis specifically made Davos his Hand because Davos will tell Stannis what he does not want to hear, but needs to. And this “a king who still cared” side of him is rooted in his empathy for the downtrodden and defenseless: “When I was a lad I found an injured goshawk and nursed her back to health. Proudwing, I named her.” The difference between that on the one hand, and Cersei and Tywin on the other, is significantly more than the difference between Hitler and Mussolini.

Finally, I don’t think “not playing” is actually an option. Every action is political. 

I’ll Be There - Epilogue

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Member: Hoseok

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 2062 (there are probably a lot of typos…whoops)

Summary: You and Hoseok are best friends and just like any story that starts like this, nothing good ever happens. One night when Hoseok is in his drunken state, he says some things that make you reconsider how much worth you actually have in his life.

A/N: HELLO HELLO! I am back and as I promised, here is the epilogue to the series, “I’ll Be There.” This is just pure fluff and I think it’s a nice way to sum up everything. THIS IS OFFICIALLY THE END OF I’LL BE THERE! I had so much fun while writing this series and it has been my most successful piece of work thus far! Thank for everyone who has supported me whether it be from the very beginning or just recently. I love you all very much and I can’t wait to share with you what I have in store for the future. In the mean time, enjoy! 

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“Please say you vows,” The minister standing between of you looks towards Hoseok first and motions for him to proceed with his vow.

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I love Deckerstar...

But regardless of that, I also love the idea of Lucifer’s redemption, and him doing that through his exploration of humanity, as well as his self reflection. I love that him falling in love with Chloe is only a part of Lucifer’s story in finding his redemption, yet it also impacts his life greatly by pushing him towards that redemption. 

I love that regardless of whether or not Deckerstar becomes official next season or 6 seasons after, Lucifer has still learned things from Chloe that he wouldn’t have learned in any other way. And he will keep growing in character because of the things he’s had to experience on Earth, and through the way Chloe speaks to him and challenges his way of thinking.

I love that we see just how much of an impact Lucifer’s relationship with his father has on Lucifer’s current state, and how their history greatly affects Lucifer’s decisions when he works on cases with Chloe. I love that ultimately God’s opinion of Lucifer matters, and God’s love/forgiveness is the one thing he needs to truly move on from the past so he can finally be with Chloe and accept she truly cares for him unconditionally.  

I love that Linda has essentially used the same tool humans use to cope with life and death and the fear of the unknown and applied it to helping the one being labeled as evil and irredeemable, and taught him dozens of ways to help better himself. I love how Lucifer always comes around no matter how bullheaded he’s behaving at the time, how he eventually sees his errors and answers for his mistakes. How he tries to atone. I love how Lucifer’s tainted image has caused him to put a lot of value of the opinions of those that he cares for the most; he can’t stand to think that any of his friends or lovers would ever think poorly of him. And he certainly was heartbroken to learn that all those humans were only interested in him for the sex and nothing more, when all that time he was convinced they cared for him. 

The inevitable romance between Lucifer and Chloe is not what leads Lucifer to his redemption. But rather, Lucifer’s redemption will lead us to the romance between Lucifer and Chloe. Each step Lucifer takes towards changing his ways, putting others before himself, self sacrifice, each epiphany, each revelation, each mistake fixed, helps Chloe to see Lucifer in a whole new light. Each time Chloe opens up to Lucifer, it makes him fall deeper in love, and it scares him. Eventually, these two will be able to take time alone, really alone, away from cases and celestial drama, and begin to work on a proper courtship with dating and long night pillow talks. Eventually Lucifer will rise above his fear of Chloe turning against him, a fear that he has thanks to his father, and show Chloe who he is, the devil. But there is a major roadblock.

Alas the words “I’m your son, and you rejected me.” we see here that Lucifer’s greatest hang up, or fear, is rejection. Even when Lucifer is denied by Chloe it drives him bonkers, but there was no love involved in the beginning, so his behavior was rather camp. However once the prospect of a real legitimate relationship comes into play Lucifer loses his damn mind. He starts by not having as much sex, (Stewardess Interrupts)  then by turning down sex altogether. He reminds Chloe that he takes marriage vows very seriously. In other words he’s only interested in her and he can’t reveal WHY he got Candy involved but she needs to trust him as she always does. when he asks if her is he’s ever lied. He then faces his fear of rejection again, When Chloe says she isn’t sure if she believes him, Lucifer is visibly upset. Lucifer puts so much value into Chloe’s opinion of him, that whenever she shows any sign of not believing him, not trusting in him… of REJECTING him, he begins to crumble, he feels lost in purpose. He even becomes reckless about his will to live, not once but twice, (Take me Back to Hell & Candy Morningstar) 

The sting of learning all those humans essentially rejected him by only caring about the sex, is lessened simply by the fact that there was no real effort to make a connection on either side. (Let’s face it Lucifer only ever called back the Brittneys.) His efforts to prove to Chloe that he’s done with that lifestyle exceed his efforts to sleep with her, even when he came out nude and tried to seduce her with his “berries”. He goes out of his way to tell flirtatious men and women, that Chloe is spoken for, and so is he. Whenever Chloe denies the connection between them or speaks in a way that denotes her rejection of Lucifer’s presence, it bothers him because at this point he does love Chloe and being rejected by her is too painful to bear. 

Lucifer won’t get over his fear of being rejected by Chloe, until he rises above being rejected by his father. Until that pain goes away, he won’t be able to get over the fear of Chloe rejecting him for really being the devil. At this point I don’t think Lucifer is scared of traumatizing Chloe in the same way Linda was shook up in Homewrecker. He knows eventually Chloe would recover and possibly forgive him. However the fear of him being rejected by her is what holds him back. Would she still love me? Would she still care? Would she distance herself after I got hurt too many times? 

Then the prospect of her knowing who she is, comes into play. Would she accept or reject the idea of being implemented as a means to guide the devil towards his redemption? Would she blame Lucifer? Would she still want to move forward with him? Would she still trust him and believe in him?

I think Lucifer hesitates to show his true form, because he can’t answer most of these questions, and he fears a positive reaction from Chloe as much as he does a negative one. 

A negative reaction would mean total rejection, her walking away, blaming him for all the mishaps, essentially the things that Lucifer talks about in Favorite Son and Take me Back to Hell, but coming from Chloe’s mouth. 

A Positive reaction would mean she accepts things the way they are, him going along with God’s plan, essentially going along with dad’s little play, and the inevitable question, “Why did my father reject me but not you, detective?” The possibility of Chloe being used as a method to control Lucifer’s path, to influence his free will. Knowing that anyone trying to get to him could easily go after Chloe and vise versa.

Lucifer needs to see his father in his true form, to hear his father’s true voice and to hear for himself that his father has forgiven him. Lucifer needs to see that even his crazy screwed up parents can mend their broken relationship. Then, once Lucifer no longer feels rejected by his father, once he sees that couples can and do get through hardships, he can focus on revealing the truth to Chloe and giving her the choice of staying in his life. He and Chloe can work together through the whole “I’m the devil and you’re a miracle child.” thing without Lucifer getting in over his head or freaking out because he thinks Chloe is rejecting him like his father did. They can both come to a complete understanding of their motivations, and Lucifer will be able to explain things as he always has, without Chloe thinking it’s some crazy metaphor.

Without him realizing it, Lucifer’s actions have been leading him step by step, towards getting back in touch with his father. He’s chosen the path of redemption as opposed to the path of damnation, despite his numerous opportunities to be completely selfish and do away with his growing appreciation of humanity. I think this is what God Johnson meant when he said he was proud of the man Lucifer has become. 

Amenadiel and Uriel seem to remember best just how bullheaded, and self centered Lucifer was in his youth, but even Amenadiel (and Charlotte) admit that Lucifer has changed for the better. The history that is revealed shows us how Lucifer was handed things as a result of being God’s favorite. It shows us that in most cases Lucifer’s ego, pride, and rebellious nature are what led to his fall. However we see Lucifer time and time again, go against his old rebellious fledgling angel, behavior.

When Chloe tells him he needs to follow the rules, he doesn’t object or rebel, though he does find loopholes in her directions when he follows her to confront Malcolm. He actually makes an effort to listen and to follow protocol for the sake of her career and for the sake of revealing the truth. And when his actions cause strife in Chloe’s life, it devastates Lucifer. He reaches a point where his central focus is no longer solely his own happiness. He takes into consideration how his actions affect those around him, not just himself. In this he abandons his selfish behavior as well as his rebellious behavior. 

When Lucifer prays for Chloe’s protection, when he goes out of his way to save her, when he admits how she makes him vulnerable, when he makes every effort to protect her and keep her out of harm’s way, when he accepts that Chloe deserves the very best out of whomever she chooses to love, he is giving up his pride he is casting away his ego.

When Lucifer holds back on punishing humans, when he stops himself after hearing Chloe’s pleas, when he begins to save his abilities for the worst of the worst, he is learning to control his wrath.

Through Chloe and Lucifer’s relationship, we see Lucifer begin to believe in his goodness and his worthiness. We see Chloe begin to believe in herself as a detective, she gets her power back, and she never stops telling Lucifer how she doesn’t believe he’s evil. Lucifer fights for Chloe’s faith and Chloe fights for Lucifer’s self worth. 

Having Chloe in Lucifer’s life, no… choosing to keep her in his life, has helped lead him down his path to redemption. The moment Lucifer began to put Chloe before himself, was his first step. Trusting that she will never reject him or cast him out for being the devil, will be the final step. When Lucifer truly believes that he is good inside, when he believes his father truly forgives him, when he finally forgives himself and accepts that he is worthy of redemption and his parents’ love, when he finally forgives his parents and lets go of his anger; He will finally be ready to accept Chloe’s unconditional love and all the ups and downs that go along with that love.

 And that is why I think that Lucifer’s redemption will also give us our Deckerstar endgame, why I think Chloe and Lucifer’s love is guiding Lucifer towards his redemption, and why I love this show so much. 

2

“I know there are things ye’d not wish to tell me, Claire. Perhaps things that ye can’t tell me.” 

You don’t know just how right you are, I thought. 

“I’ll not press you, ever, or insist on knowin’ things that are your own concern,” he said seriously. He looked down at his hands, now pressed together, palm to palm.

“There are things that I canna tell you, at least not yet. And I’ll ask nothing of ye that ye canna give me. But what I would ask of ye— when you do tell me something, let it be the truth. And I’ll promise ye the same. We have nothing now between us, save— respect, perhaps. And I think that respect has maybe room for secrets, but not for lies. Do ye agree?” He spread his hands out, palms up, inviting me. I could see the dark line of the blood vow across his wrist. I placed my own hands lightly on his palms. 

“Yes, I agree. I’ll give you honesty.” His fingers closed lightly about mine.

“And I shall give ye the same. Now,” he drew a deep breath, “you asked why I wed ye.”

“I am just the slightest bit curious,” I said. 

He smiled, the wide mouth taking up the humor that lurked in his eyes. “Well, I canna say I blame ye. I had several reasons. And in fact, there’s one— maybe two— that I canna tell ye yet, though I will in time. The main reason, though, is the same reason you wed me, I imagine; to keep ye safe from the hands of Jack Randall.” 

I shuddered a bit, at the memory of the Captain, and Jamie’s hands tightened on mine. 

“You are safe,” he said firmly. “You have my name and my family, my clan, and if necessary, the protection of my body as well. The man willna lay hands on ye again, while I live.” 

“Thank you,” I said. Looking at that strong, young, determined face, with its broad cheekbones and solid jaw, I felt for the first time that this preposterous scheme of Dougal’s might actually have been a reasonable suggestion. 

The protection of my body. The phrase struck with particular impact, looking at him— the resolute set of the wide shoulders and the memory of his graceful ferocity, “showing off” at swordplay in the moonlight. He meant it; and young as he was, he knew what he meant, and bore the scars to prove it. He was no older than many of the pilots and the infantrymen I had nursed, and he knew as well as they the price of commitment. It was no romantic pledge he had made me, but the blunt promise to guard my safety at the cost of his own. I hoped only that I could offer him something in return.

1.07 The Wedding

Not Your Ordinary White Day


Pairing: Nalu

Rating: K

Genre: Romance and fluff 

Prompts: White Day + A girl worth fighting for

Summary: It was a wedding day that ended up being quite different than how Natsu had expected it would go. Thankfully, the way it had was way better. 

Notes: Tagging @nalufever, @ff-darkshininglight, @rizzy09, @msmanga14 and @x-benihime! Happy belated White Day you guys! I hope this isn’t too bad. ^^;

He adjusted his bow for the millionth time, cursing this need for “propriety”. It may have been a special day and all, but damn was this tux uncomfortable. 

She thinks you look good in them, though,’ he reminded himself, begrudgingly.

He brought his hands up, nearly ruffling his hair - an old habit whenever he found himself even remotely uncomfortable - before he remembered that even his hair had been gelled and set in place. 

He looked back at his reflection in the mirror and saw his vibrant, spiky untamable hair. Tamed. 

With a sigh, he chose instead to adjust his too-tight collar, suddenly deeply missing the scarf that was usually there in its place, currently tucked inside his shirt. 

He was uncomfortable, and not just because of what he was wearing. He hadn’t told anyone, but this was a day he wasn’t really looking forward to. He hadn’t since the date had been decided. 

Heck, even before then.

He could see it. The decorated chapel, full of their friends and family, all brimming with joy for the couple, little flower girl Wendy, Makarov the semi-drunk Minister, the music, the food… 

Oh and Lucy. Joyful, grinning, in all-white and just beautiful. Oh, so beautiful. Even more so that usual. 

The thought created a powerful pang in his chest, one that nearly had him gasping. 

His thoughts were a mess, full of fear and doubt and a smidgen of hope, and it was smothering him. They had been doing so for days now and it only seemed to rise in a crushing crescendo now that they were at the day of the wedding.
It got to a point where he allowed his hands to ruffle his hair, a growl leaving him as he did. 

He was supposed to be happy. This was supposed to be their happy day. 

Then why was he feeling like this?

‘The answer is obvious, idiot,’ he told himself. ‘Now will you do something about it or not?’

Steeling his resolve, he looked up into his reflection and nodded to himself. He was going to do this. 

Next thing you know, he was running down the hall towards the bride’s rooms. 


“Lucy!” he exclaimed, barging into her room. Or, at least what he thought was her room, he couldn’t see her through the many women currently occupying it, all of whom were currently staring at him. 

“Natsu?” Erza gasped. “What’re you - ”

“I really need to speak with Lucy,” he urged loudly, drowning the part of him begging him to stop, that this was somehow a bad idea. 

“But Natsu, I - ”

“Let him, Erza.”

Her voice taking his side was everything he needed to hear.

Erza nodded, ushering the all the other women out of the room. Natsu watched as they left, revealing her seated before a huge dressing table. The reflection the giant mirror displayed blew every thought he was having straight out of his head. 

She. Was. Gorgeous. 

No, more than that. She was a vision. Her white dress hugged her perfectly, and with her hair pulled up in a wonderfully messy bun, her shoulders and slender neck were on show, decorated only with intricate lace.  

But more than any of that, it was the sight of her eyes, her smile - she was practically glowing with joy, and Natsu nearly gave up then and there. 

“Isn’t it inauspicious for you to be here, though?” she asked, reminding him what he had come for. 

“I think that rule applies to the groom, not the groomsmen,” he replied, still quite unable to take his eyes off her. 

He wondered if he imagined the way her back stiffened. 

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Perfect (Sirius)

Requested- Some Sirius fluff please & Hey, I was wondering if you could write sirius x reader based on Perfect by Ed Sheeran? Thanks! Love your work! X

what’s your favourite song from Divide? I really love Barcelona :)

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You are at the year-end gala, dancing with your partner. It’s your seventh year, and you are starting to feel nostalgic. The disco ball hangs from the ceiling and reflects the different shades of light in all directions. An upbeat song is playing, and you are having a good time. A familiar voice comes to your hearing as the song comes to an end, “May I have a dance?”

Sirius is standing right in front of you, with his hand reaching out. You take it skeptically since the two of you haven’t talked for a while now. Painful memories slip back into your mind, but you ignore the stabbing feeling in your chest and try to focus on having a good time and getting this song over with. Unfortunately for you, someone decided to choose a soft tune. You recognise the beginning of the song as the one you loved from before.

Before, when you were both younger and naive, that is.

Cause we were just kids when we fell in love
Not knowing what it was

Sirius slips his arm around your waist gently, as if he is scared to hurt you. You place your hand on his shoulder, feeling like he has grown even taller than he was just one or two years ago. But as the song goes on, you find both your arms wrapped around him. Sirius keeps quiet, although you can feel his heart beating out loud. And you believe he can hear yours, too.

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Memories

Joe Sugg x Reader #3

Warnings: none that i can think of 

Word Count: 2.3k 

Requested: nope just realized that i’ve never written about a wedding before, and i’ve been in 2 and i love them 

Note: i don’t know how i’m gonna write vows for my own wedding after writing these tbh ~K

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Everything in the past 5 years in your relationship, had led up to today. All the planning, stress, and tiny little details that came with 6 months worth of wedding planning accumulated to today and you could not wait. Today you were getting married to your best friend, as absolutely cheesy as it is to say that. Leading up to today you had not been nervous at all, but as you were surrounded by your mom, the getting ready team, and your bridesmaids, sipping on the mimosa that had been placed in your hand as you got up that morning, nerves were running through your entire system.

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things have changed for me

This is nowhere near as good as the perfection from @jiilys and @alrightpotter but this was still super fun to write.


James Potter to but does Buzzfeed know which friends character it is in five random questions: approximately how many jelly beans are too many

James Potter: because I bought all of the bags in the store

Sirius Black: enough to fill a car?

James Potter: I think it’ll be enough to fill Claire

Sirius Black: “riding claire” wasn’t even funny the first time prongs

Remus Lupin: wouldn’t it be “riding in claire”??

Sirius Black: #exposed

James Potter: #blocked


Peter Pettigrew to i’m lizzie bennet and sirius black is way hotter than darcy: I don’t think this is going to work

Peter Pettigrew: and even if it does, will people even watch it?

Sirius Black: people watched it on the middle

Remus Lupin: you’re the only person on earth who watches the middle

James Potter: does anyone even watch our regular videos

Peter Pettigrew: true

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