they do turn out the prettiest if i may say so myself

Weave Me into Your Skin

Summary: When Phil finds a pair of panties mixed in with his and Dan’s laundry, he’s not sure what to think, consider he’s certain neither of them has brought home a girl in the past few weeks. What’s even stranger is what he finds in Dan’s room when he goes to inquire about the offending garment.
Word Count: 6,781
Warnings: Smut, feminization, praise kink, dirty talk, riding, barebacking, dan in makeup, face fucking
A/N: This fic was inspired by a gorgeous edit of Dan in makeup by @pamyudan ! I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it and this happened :’) also, as always, thanks to @snowbunnylester for listening to me rant about this and writing my literal summary for me lol. Let me know what you guys think and if I should write more kinky smut like this, bc this is the kinkiest thing I’ve ever written!
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There were panties in Phil’s laundry. Why were there panties in Phil’s laundry?

Well, it wasn’t specifically Phil’s laundry, he supposed. Dan’s laundry was mixed in with his because they had no boundaries whatsoever, but Phil was the one doing the laundry today and he hadn’t thought he would get attacked by a light pink, lacey pair of women’s underwear. Then, there was the matter of where it came from.

As far as Phil knew, they both hadn’t had any girls over recently. Phil knew he hadn’t had anyone over since literal months ago due to their busy life, and he would probably hear if Dan had taken a girl back home as well. So how the hell did a pair of pink undies get in their flat?

Phil should have left it. He should have just folded it and handed it back to Dan without a word. But maybe it was the lack of caffeine after his coffee maker broke that morning, or maybe it was that he was acting way before he could think properly, but he found himself clutching the fabric in one hand and waltzing up the stairs with so much confusion that it was all he could think about.

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Escape

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 1296

Warnings: NSFW, fingering, blowjobs, semi-public, this is also unbetad sooo…spelling errors probably

Prompt: When a celebratory night out turns into a hunter reunion, Sam and Y/N are willing to go anywhere to get away from the noise, and do a little celebrating of their own.

You may have been a little tipsy, possibly even a little drunk. Celebratory drinks with the guys had turned into a hunter’s reunion in the bar, and you couldn’t exactly sit it out when everyone took a drink in honor of those who didn’t make it. Afterwards, there was a drink for those who did, and well, you just wanted to drink at that point.

A couple glasses of whiskey and a beer later, you were starting to feel some effects, not enough to impair your judgment, though you certainly wouldn’t be driving right now. Out of everyone at the table, you were the most sober, Sam coming in a close second. Dean was far gone, so were the hunters you’d unintentionally met up with.

Because you were lucky enough to still comprehend the world around you, you didn’t miss Sam’s inviting glances. You didn’t miss the way his tongue stroked over his lips before he took a drink of his beer, or the way his eyes seemed to drift and stare at your lips wrapped around the bottle each time you took a sip.

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Private Lessons

Part of the Mixology collaboration.

Wonderful moodboard by the beautiful @baebae-goodnight

Lee Jooheon bartender!au. 

Word Count: 3.4k.

Warnings: Smut.

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Lost Boy | TEN

Genre: peter pan!au | a wave of angst  | drops of fluffiness at the end

The star: Ten / Reader

Word count: 7 257 

A/N: I wrote this one based on a song I heard. Special thanks to Lauren, for correcting my one hundred and one faults. If there’s any grammatical mistake left, please forgive me. 

Synopsis : “You hurt me, Y/N.” He said, making the saddest face he could. “As you don’t remember, I’ll introduce myself again. Like twelve years ago.” He took a deep breath, closed his eyes for a moment and suddenly jumped on top of the bed, surprising you. “My name is Ten! I am the tenth lost boy!”

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A Court of Ice and Deceit

This is something I wrote as a congratulations for my lovely friend @ignite-my-love for her first day at her new internship! I know she’ll do amazingly, and to show my support (because I can’t really do anything else) I wrote her this post-acowar fic about some characters we came up with a while ago. Hope you enjoy Nay (and everyone else who takes their time to read this) much love and congrats! 

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Zaire watched as the Prince of Velaris waltzed around the ballroom, smiling at people, firmly shaking hands with men, bowing for ladies, kissing the cheeks of babies, glowing like the fucking sun, all that utter crap. He was an arrogant one, this Nikolai of the Night, and oh how he knew it. Zaire could admit that his tan skin and dark blue-purple eyes were really something, and his tousled blonde hair looked like it had just had a set of hands running through it and he was so tall and his shoulders broad and she really needed to stop thinking about him. It was just unfair, the way his dark suit hugged so closely to his body. Males in the Winter Court would never be so scandalous with their attire! He even had his top three buttons undone so the ladies could see the Illyrian tattoos on his chest!

Zaire rolled her eyes as he offered to dance with another lady – her childhood friend. Her friend was blushing like a fool, nearly tripping over her feet in her eagerness to dance with the Prince. Zaire was envious though – envious of the ease her friend could dance with men and let her hair down and wear loose clothes. Zaire had her hair so tight in a bun it made her scalp ache, and her dress was the perfect shade of white to match her skin and hair. She was the perfect image of a future Winter Queen. But image or not, all she wanted to do was flee this dastardly place. She did not care if it was a sacred holiday and that they had esteemed guests, she wanted to escape home and take a bath, and just spend some time with herself. Was that too much to ask? Maybe she would go to her parent’s home instead, pretend that she had been too tired to go to her own palace as to avoid awkward questions.

Zaire was done looking down on the people of her court. She was situated on a balcony that curved around the marble floor, high enough to see everyone but to remain hidden away. She stepped back from the edge, and sat on one of the many plush red chairs that were placed around for people’s convenience. She closed her eyes and listened to the music, letting the notes from the piano and whistles from the flutes carry her away like she was also that fleeting. Her heart was heavy, and her limbs were numb, and she couldn’t face another moment of it. She lied in on herself, resting her head against her folded arms.

“What are you doing up here, Lady Zaire? Last I saw the revelry was beneath us.”

Zaire flinched at the melodic voice from next to her, and peeked a single eye open to see who was bothering her in her private place. To her complete surprise, it was none other than Lord Nikolai.

“Prince Nikolai, welcome to the Winter Court.” The smile she gave him was small and unconvincing, and she didn’t even care at this point. “Last I saw you were having quite the time dancing, why not continue?” The dismissal was subtle, and he missed it.

“So you were watching me then. I had a feeling.” He smirked at her, and she gave him her full attention. “Why would I dance down there when the prettiest woman I’ve seen all night is up here?”

She sat up straight and cross one leg over the other. “You seem to be mistaken, prince, I-”

“Call me Nik, all my friends do.” He interrupted.

“But I am not your friend.”

His eyes twinkled, and he held out a hand. “Not yet.”

She looked at his outstretched hand once, and then turned away. He let his hand fall, but his enthusiasm was still in full throttle.

“I haven’t seen much of the Winter Court before.” He told her.

She hummed.  

“I heard a rumour that you have the second-best ice cream in all Prythian.”

She boggled at him. “Second best? You are wrong, we have the best as far as the wind can take you. Halana’s is unparalleled, especially the lavender and white chocolate the store offers.”

He put a hand on his chin, considering her words. “I don’t believe you.”

“I am daughter of High Lady Viviane and High Lord Kallias, you can trust my judgement.”

“I need proof.” He put simply.

“Then go try it.” She countered.

“If only I had an escort to show me where to go.” He smiled at her again, this time far more tenderly. She could see it in his eyes; he thought her to be skittish. Her persona may be, but in reality she was a force as strong as the tide, as ferocious as the snow, and she would not bend to the will of a male bored with what has already been offered to him.

“If only,” she said monotonously. She got up from her chair, and went to walk away, but he hooked his arms in hers before she could go anywhere.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hello?”

“My name is Nik, and my mother made me come to this alone because my twin sister’s cramps are too bad for her to leave the house. I’m two-hundred and five, and my favourite colour is blue. I love to paint, I did it with my grandmother at every opportunity before she passed, and my best friends are my cousin Dimitri and my buddy Isaac. I have an unnatural love for pizza, which I eat after every training session with my grandfather. I’m a veilsinger, and there can never be too many dogs in the world. You?”

She raised an eyebrow at his onslaught of information. His face became gentler at the mention of his family, and his elbow was no longer tight on hers. She kept it linked though, her curiosity for this male overpowering her resolve. “What?”

“I introduced myself, which is what someone should do when they meet a nice Lady for the first time. I misread you, and thought you would enjoy my sarcasm. I was wrong, and I apologize if I made you uncomfortable. If it pleases you, I would love to hear more about you.”

Zaire was unsure if he was being genuine, but decided it would not hurt for her to share a little bit. “My name is Zaire, and I’m three-hundred and forty-two. I have a pet fox named Peter, he was the runt of the litter and I couldn’t bear to see him put down so I stole him and kept him in my room and cared for him until my parents found out. By then, I was too attached and they let me keep him. My favourite colour is pink, and sometimes I sing. My best friends name is Aleanor, but she was courted by a Lord in the Summer Court so I barely see her anymore. I love ice-cream.”

Nik listened with rapt attention to her every word.

“In that case, Lady Zaire, would you like to accompany me away from this hellish ball to get some ice-cream? I have it on good authority that Halana’s is the best in Prythian.”

This male was too charming for his own good, but that didn’t stop Zaire from giving him a shy nod, and leading him away from the ball.

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“That can’t possibly be true!” Zaire snorted, her ice-cream sitting melted and forgotten next to her.

“I swear on my soul it is. Dimka had been so busy trying to get the attention of this female that he didn’t notice his arm had been set on fire by his ex-lover. It wasn’t until I doused it that he did! And then he was just like, ‘was that a flame? Oh dear, I really should be more careful where I stick it, shouldn’t I?’”

Zaire roared with laughter, making a few fae around them give her strange looks. Ice-cream (that Nik agreed was the best he’d ever tasted) had turned into a four-hour conversation, that had led to her being wrapped in his jacket and her hair falling loose. He still looked as pristine as before, but now there was a fine blush colouring his cheeks and his sleeves had been rolled up to reveal more tattoos. Zaire covered her mouth to stifle her laughs, but that only led to a few joyful tears falling down her face.

“I wish I could say this was a single occurrence, but that man has a serious problem when it comes to choosing his lovers.” Nik chortled.

“This one time, Aleanor and I decided to skinny dip in the lake west of the palace, and it was a terrible idea. Not only was it freezing, but her brother, who rather fancied me, stole my clothes so I couldn’t leave. He left Al’s, so she had to get dressed and run to get me some more, but she took over an hour. There were people sailing that night and I had no clue beforehand! I had to hide between rocks, cover myself in algae and pretend I was an Ice Wraith so sailors wouldn’t come any closer. I was absolutely mortified.”

“He sounds dreadful.” Nik wrinkled his nose.

“He was young and stupid – as we all are at that age.”

“Not me. I was born fully formed and ready to charm my way around the world. It was rather miraculous.”

“Oh really? I can imagine how lanky you would’ve been coming into your height. Too much limb and not enough muscle.”

Nik placed a hand over his heart and feigned a sigh. “You’ve wounded me, Darlin’. How ever will I recover?”

They were sitting at one of the many quaint tables that lined the rushing river than ran through the capital of her court. They were there for weary people needing a rest, adventurous lovers who wanted to take a pause, and for budding friends who needed a break from pesky balls. It was well into the night, and the moon reflected light right onto the river next to him, lighting up their surroundings with a low, white glow.

“I’m sure you’ll find a way.” Zaire reached forward and dipped her finger in the gooey remnants of his banana and caramel ice-cream, popping her finger in her mouth and moaning at the taste. Stores should just sell melted ice-cream, she decided, in the morning she’ll make it a royal decree.

Nik didn’t reply, just rested his head on his hands and watched her. She winked at him jokingly, but all he did was to continue to gaze at her adoringly. She let him sit in silence, trying to contain a smile from being looked at like that, but she couldn’t.

“Why are you doing that?” She waved in the direction of his face.

“Because I think you’re wonderful.”

She opened her mouth to say something, but couldn’t find the words. Instead she inclined her head away, hoping to hide her spreading blush, and tapped her nails on the table.

“Would you sing for me, Zaire?” he asked earnestly.

Normally, she would say no to such a request. Her voice was one of the few things that belonged solely to her, and she didn’t like to share such an intimate part of herself with people. She would rather strip naked and yell from the top of a mountain than share her voice with a stranger, but Nik was nice, and he made her feel warm in a very cold life. She would only ever see him tonight, so why not live it to its fullest?

She sang for him a silly nursery rhyme meant for children, nothing too revealing, but still a taste of her capabilities. “All things bright and new, saved the day of girl gone blue, Lover gold and lover lest, bring the girl a hidden crest, Times are dark but oh have faith, the girl gone blue without a trace, the golden girl is cauldron blessed, to save the good and smite the rest.”

“I’ve heard that before, my father used to sing it to me before I went to sleep.” Nik said after a pause.

“Mine too.” She looked down, and felt fingers graze her cheek. When she blinked up, Nik had a hand out, his face searching.

“Can I kiss you, Lady Zaire?” He whispered.

She thought about it for a second. It would be a terrible sin to kiss him when she would only see him for the night, but oh she wanted to kiss him terribly. She had from the moment he’d scooped up his ice-cream and announced her a genius, and the thought of the kind male in front of her showing her just a tendril of love…

“You may, Lord Nikolai.”

He got up and came to stand in front of her, kneeling down so their eyes were level. With a shy hesitancy, he brought his lips to hers.

His kiss was as warm as his jokes, as embracing as his laughter, and as tender as his soul. She may only have known him for one night, but that was enough.

Her fingers slid into his wavy hair, and his went to lightly caress her waist.

Zaire had never been kissed like this in all her life, and she couldn’t help but pull him closer so she could deepen it, flicking her tongue against his and pushing her breasts to his chest. He quietly moaned, and the sound made a sensation latch into her lower half and rush to the rest of her body.

They both stood so they could be as close to one another as possible, Nik no longer restricting his kiss to just her mouth, but now lowering his full lips to her jaw and neck. Zaire wanted to enjoy the taste he’d left in her mouth, but she was becoming nervous that someone would see.

“Come home with me?” She blurted, not totally thinking of the consequences.

Nik brought himself back and nodded, pressing one more short kiss to her lips before she winnowed them away.

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Her room was as opulent as you’d expect for a lady of her stature. Walls of white marble slashed with gold made her surroundings, although not much was seen due to the heavy pink drapes that lined them. Her bed was large and circular, covered in an array of coloured cushions and a thick duvet. There was also a large fireplace that was constantly lit, magic used to keep it forever in control. To the left was her large ensuite, a bath big enough to fit two people, enchanted to always be at the ready if you needed it.

Nik and Zaire stood in front of the fireplace as he lovingly undressed her. He started with helping take the pins out of her hair, letting the long white waves fall to her waist. He then turned her, and let his deft fingers unbutton her dress, all the while letting his fingers graze over her pale skin. He started at her neck, and worked to where they ended just below the base of her spine. He let the dress fall, and Zaire shivered now that she was completely bare before him. She turned, and not nearly as gentle as he had been, ripped at his shirt until it was on the floor with her dress. He let out a low moan of pleasure at her actions, and undid his belt and let his pants fall to the ground. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him towards her, jumping slighting to wrap her legs around his waist. He caught her thighs and held her up, kissing her languidly before walking them over to the bed.

As Nik laid her down, all thoughts left Zaire’s mind other than the ones about how much she wanted this male in front of her. How was it possible that in only one night she can feel more desire than she had accumulatively over the last twenty years? It had been decades since her body had soaked like this, since she’d needed to moan just to release some of the tension in her body.

Nik was holding himself up over her, nipping and licking at her neck. Her body jolted as he moved down her, briefly sucking on her nipples before moving to just below her navel. “Is this okay?” It was clear what he wanted to do, and she furiously nodded her approval.

With a cocky smirk on his face, he swiped up her centre with his tongue, moaning when he tasted how wet she was for him. Zaire let out a small gasp at the sensation, and gripped one of the pillows behind her head. He continued to work her with his tongue, focusing on just the right place to make her set on fire. Her legs shook, and her back arched, and she opened her thighs wider so he had all the access he would need. His hands wrapped around her thighs and squeezed, his eyes shut while he dived in and out of her.

Nikolai.” She hissed his name – the single thing she could remember while he was making her feel this way.

Her body convulsed as she neared the edge, and with one last lick, she was screaming his name as she came. Her legs stopped shaking, and her body was like jelly beneath him. It had far too many years since she’d left like that, and she was revelling not only in her orgasm but also because such a fine man gave it to her and how he did.

He kissed up her body, retracing the steps he’d taken to get down, and he put his elbows either side of her face so he could lean over her.

Zaire grazed her fingers over his face: across his brow, his lips, his cheekbones.

“All good, Darlin’?”

“Do that again, what you did to my body. Can you do that again?” She was utterly delirious from pleasure beneath him, and could no longer string together a truly coherent thought or sentence.

She choked on whatever words she would’ve said next as he slowly entered her, his generous length filling her to his base. She out her arms around him, beckoning him closer but also so she could drag her nails down his back. Her legs wrapped around him, just wanting as much of her skin to be pressed against him as possible. He was quietly groaning his name in her ear, and his thrusts became quicker and more passionate with every passing second.

Between her already recent orgasm, it wasn’t long until she was finishing again, this time growling his name as he went over the edge with her, riding her through it. He collapsed to the side after he was done, and once he made sure she was too, his breathing heavy. Zaire curled up next to him and laid her head on his chest and hooked her leg up on his, running a hand up and down his chiselled torso. His hair was dishevelled, at some point she had pulled at it, and his arm came to securely wrap around her.

“I can’t remember the last time a man made me feel like that.” She admitted to him. Maybe she shouldn’t, she acknowledged as an afterthought, it would seem desperate and might drive him away in the last few hours they could have together.

“A lady such as yourself deserves that anytime she wants.” He assured her.

She laughed lightly and pressed her face into him, closing her eyes and letting her body relax. “You going to be here when I wake up then?”

“Most definitely.”

He rolled them both so he was still holding her, but her back was to his chest. He had one arm resting under her head, and the other securely around her waist. It was the most comfortable position Zaire thought she had ever been in, and let her contented fatigue overcome her.  

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The sun shone through Zaire’s wide window, and she stifled a groan as she realised she had to get up. She was still cuddled in Nik’s warm embrace, and she didn’t feel inclined to move. She had to though, before a maid came stumbling in wanting to clean the (now incredibly messy) sheets.

“Wake up.” She shook his arms. He made a non-committal hum and just pulled his arm tighter around her. She giggled lightly at his touch and turned her head kissing the underside of his jaw. “I can’t get us breakfast if you don’t let me go.”

“I’m happy just to taste you again, Darlin’.” He purred. His hand around her waist wandered south, and she jolted at his touch.

She smacked his hand away but laughed at his antics. Finally free from his grip, she got up and sauntered over to put her robe on, making sure he got a good look first. “I think that was the best winter solstice I’ve had in a while.”

She turned back to look at him, and her insides melted at the sight. He was propped lazily up on one elbow making his abdominal muscles even more defined. He was still reaching to where her body had just been, and a mischievous smile graced his handsome face.

“I’ll bring you back something to eat.” She left the room before she pounced on him – something that would have been rather unladylike.

She was walking down the spiral steps that went to her kitchen and reflected on the night before. She never could’ve guessed as she watched Nik dance at the ball that he would end up in her bed. Not just that though, he had also listened to her when she spoke, and laughed at her jokes, and made her feel alive again. It may only have been a one night affair, but it was enough to wake up her sleeping soul. She couldn’t contain the smile on her lips.

She sang lightly to herself as she skipped down, but stopped in a deathly instant when she heard people talking in the kitchen, and not just anyone.

She didn’t care about decency as she raced back to her room, running as fast as she could to get away from that voice. She whirled into her bedroom and slammed the door shut behind her, locking it as she did. Nik greeted her hello, but she didn’t respond.

The blonde male was in the process of getting dressed but he had yet to put on his jacket or shirt. She picked them up off the floor and shoved them at him, urging him to go towards the window.

“The royal children of the Night Court can fly, yes? You need to leave, now.”

“But Zaire-”

“I don’t care if this wounds your ego, you need to leave before they get here.”

“Is someone coming?” He smirked. “I can just hide under your bed, or get that bath ready for us.” He winked suggestively.

“Unfortunately, that’s not an option. I don’t care where you go as long as you are far away from this house.” She pushed him back again and he relinquished a step, a confused look on his face. She hated that she made him look like that, but it was for the best. Son of the most powerful High Lady to ever exist or not, the person coming would kill him if she found out what they had done.

She tried to push him again but he caught her wrists and brought them around his neck. He stepped into her, resting his forehead to hers. “If you are afraid of this person, I can help you Zaire. Say the word and it’s done.”

She considered lying to him, trying to salvage this as much as she could, but it would be too unfair to string Nik along like that. She bit her lip, hard enough to hurt, closed her eyes, and told him the truth.

“It’s my husband.”

She went cold as he broke all contact between them. She didn’t dare open her eyes, not wanting to see the look of betrayal on his face that was surely there.

“I wish you were just saying this to drive me away, but I can hear the honesty to your words.” Nik said.

“I’m sorry.” She hushed. “He was meant to be away on a hunting trip for the next four days, I had no idea he was going to come back early.”

Her pathetic excuse for an apology was met with silence, and she opened her eyes assuming he was gone.

He wasn’t, but he was standing in front of her window, one hand raised to the cold glass, lovely wings now extended on his back.

“Whatever has come of this night, at least I made a new friend. Good day to you, Lady Zaire. May I see you again one day.”

He vanished. 

Third-Wheelers

Request: Can you do a teenage modern day Salazar x Helga one shot?? This is kinda specific and random but okay - anon

Warnings: Muggle AU

Pairings: Helga x Salazar, Rowena x Godric

A/N: So I’ve done it in a sort of Muggle AU style, I don’t know if that’s what you were after but this is the idea I had for the pairing. Basically background is they’re like 19 and in Uni (College in America) so they’re only just teens. Anyway I had fun writing this, never done this pairing before but I hope I did them justice! Enjoy :)

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Memories

Title: Memories

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 5,500

Warning: This is angsty, fluffy, soul touching and heart breaking all at once

A/N: Okay guys, this is my first ever soulmate piece and I worked really REALLY hard on this. It took a very long time to outline and smooth out so that it all flows right. PLEASE send feedback!! Major shout out to @mysteriouslyme81 for giving me the inspiration for this many months ago and helping me find the perfect song for the final part. 



The Beginning

Every single one of us would go to extremes for the one we love.

When the Alzheimer’s treatments stopped working and you couldn’t remember the simplest of things, Dean got desperate.

Shuffling his way into the familiar witch’s work room Dean grabbed a pen and paper and listened carefully.

“Only give her this on the worst of days”

“Remind her of a happy time, you will both be transported to that time, and upon return the memory will remain”

“This magic must be used carefully, only the strongest of loves will power it”

“I will give you enough for 7 memories to be restored to start”

“Remember though, giving her everything may cost you everything”

Dean Winchester never let warnings stop him. Eighty-five years old and watching the only true love of his life slip away he sure as hell wasn’t going to start listening to them now.

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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! 

Originally posted by ho-seok

“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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anonymous asked:

What about Genji and his s/o are about to get intimate but then Genji gets really insecure about his new body and his s/o comforts him? Thank you!! I love this blog so much!!! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

I chose to write Blackwatch!Genji solely because you said new body. XD I hope that’s okay!

Also, I wasn’t sure if you meant fluffy intimacy or NSFW intimacy, sooo I went with NSFW.

(To the asker of this prompt, I apologize. I thought I’d finished it and put it in queue but it was apparently buried in my drafts under like four others. Aannnd then I rewrote it from headcanons to a fic, which I think turned out way better but also took me an extra couple of days. Again, I’m so sorry but I hope you enjoy!)

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It has been a few months since you and your boyfriend Genji had gotten together. During his rough transition from human to cyborg, you were one of the very few people he could stand. You didn’t ask questions about his experiences, you were usually pleasant to him (if not a bit sassy), and you defended him when people started to dick around with him but he was just too tired to deal with them. The relationship started slowly and naturally and flawlessly, and it was only a matter of time until the intimacy was kicked up a notch.

So there you were, straddling Genji’s waist as the kisses you shared continued to get hotter and needier. His hands roamed along your half-naked body and through your messy hair, while yours struggled to remove the jacket he wore to hide his partially robotic body. However, when you managed to do so, Genji’s hands moved from your hips to lightly hold your wrists as he pulled back from your kisses.

Your (E/C) gaze was met by Genji’s own hazel-amber eyes, which had the passion slowly fading from them and turning into nervousness.

“Genji?” you questioned, becoming a bit worried, “Are you okay?”

The man below you smiled sheepishly before raising your hands to his lips. He kissed each of your fingertips before splaying your hands out over his heart. The left side of his chest, which was the only part that was still flesh.

“Maybe,” he started slowly, looking at anywhere but at your face, “Maybe we should wait.”

You sighed softly and freed your hands from his, only to trace patterns over his chest and shoulders. “You’re still not comfortable with this, are you?”

“It’s not that,” Genji insisted. He sat up partially and wrapped his arms lightly around your waist. Resting his chin on the top of your head, he murmured, “I’m more comfortable with you than anyone. Even more than when McCree and I are dicking around.”

You chuckled at this. McCree was second in place behind you on the list of people Genji could tolerate. With both of them having rough childhoods and overbearing backgrounds, they’d clicked almost instantly and, whenever they were around each other, they acted like the dynamic duo of dorky teenage boys.

“I promise you, none of this is because I’m uncomfortable with us moving forward this way,” Genji continued, moving to rest his forehead against yours and finally looking you in the eyes once more. “But.. My new body. It cause some… hindrances during these occasions.”

“Genji,” you cooed, running your fingers through his dark hair, “you’re not going to hurt me. You’ve gotten control of your body a long time ago.”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t lose that control,” Genji countered, flopping back onto your soft mattress.

You rolled your eyes and pressed a kiss to his lips, tracing your fingers across the visible metal plates of his body. He still wore pants, also solely for hiding the body he deemed to be ugly.

You went on, “Do you really think that I would myself in danger if I thought a guy I liked was dangerous? I wouldn’t have. Genji, you’re dangerous to your enemies, not to me. You cannot and will not hurt me.” You paused, kissing his temple before continuing, “By the way, while we’re on the subject of your body, I know that you think you look like an ugly piece of shit–”

“Ah, there’s my already low self-esteem appearing,” Genji interrupted with a timid chuckle.

Let me finish.” You leaned down and pressed a hard kiss to his lips, eliciting a curious hum from the man below you. Then you sat up straighter, still straddling his hips, and began to trace your hands lower on his torso as you spoke. “As I was saying, I know you may think that you’re not the prettiest peach in the bunch–”

Genji snorted at the analogy, which made you sound like Jesse, but didn’t interrupt again.

“–but, seriously, you’re like one of the most attractive men around here. Like, ever, actually. There’s a reason McCree gets fussy with me hogging you from him and I’m pretty sure your stupid prank wars are not that reason.”

After you finished speaking, Genji threw his head back as laughed, a very rare sight to see. You smiled in response and talked one of his hands. You pressed it to your cheek, which caused him to calm down and look at you once more. A goofy, comfortable grin now graced his lips.

You tilted your head to kiss his fingertips as he brushed his hand down your cheek and lowered your voice back into a soft, sweet tone. “So, are we okay now? No more self-doubt and worrying about fictional problems. You’re amazing and wonderful and kind of a stud; there’s nothing you need to worry about with me.”

He snorted at your compliments and traced his thumb across your lips. After a moment of quiet, he spoke up again. “Can I tell you one more thing?”

“Boy it better be I love you or I may just have to turn this love fest into a wrestling match,” you warned, smiling all the while.

“Okay so two things then.”

That earned Genji a smack.

“Okay, okay,” he said, meeting your gaze with a shy grin, “I do love you. You know I do.”

“And?”

“And,” Now he blushed and turned away. “I may or may not have remembered to get the attachments for this particular activity.”

You stared at him for a moment before reached past him to grab a pillow and whacking him with it between words.

“God. Damn. It. Genji. Why. Not??

The Japanese man was laughing again, trying to stop the soft weapon for lightly pummeling him to death, to no avail.

“I was going to use it as an excuse if you continued to try and throw your body at me.”

“Oh, what, you mean like this?” You tossed the pillow aside and flopped on him, purposely landing with your torso on his face. “Or did you mean more like this?” You rolled onto your back, crossed your arms over your chest, and huffed.

You felt your partners hot breath against your back as he snickered, then wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed kisses along your spine.

“This is exactly what I meant,” he retorted, his voice lower than usual and muffled a bit from underneath you. He kissed your spine again, making you shiver. “Of course, I’m feeling a lot better about it than I would have earlier.”

You hummed in response, running your hands over his arms and his hands began to lightly knead at your waist.

“You know,” you commented, shifting in his arms to face him again, “you stil have robo-fingers and a human tongue that would work just as wonderfully in place of those attachments you forgot, if you’re still up for it.”

Genji feigned thought briefly, before pressing a biting kiss to your collar bone. “I think I’d be okay with that.”

anonymous asked:

How can i build self confidence

Hi there lovely,

I have some awesome tips for you and some links :)

Steps to improve self Confidence:

  1. Focus on your strengths – figure out what you are good at! There are plenty of things that you are wonderful at and use those to build your confidence! No one is good at everything so do not fret if you are bad at something! Instead focus on what you are good at and enjoy them!
  2. Learn from your mistakes - you don’t have to be good at everything like mentioned above but use your mistakes to your advantage! Don’t worry about them- live and learn!
  3. Do what you love – make time everyday to do something you enjoy! Do something that makes you happy to improve your mood!
  4. Tell yourself you are beautiful - stand in front of a mirror and tell yourself how beautiful you are ! Keep telling yourself and fake it until you make it! Really mean what you are saying a realize all of the beautiful things about you - including any flaws ( they make you unique!)
  5. Turn your negative thoughts into positive ones – instead of thinking your legs are big or whatever your problem is, be thankful you have working legs that you can run marathons with if you wanted! Try to stay optimistic and see the positive side of everything! It will greatly improve your mood and outlook on life!
  6. Realize that beauty has no measure on your life. Okay even if someone is not beautiful that has no relevance to one’s life ! Everyone has worth and is amazing! I am sure you are the prettiest person ever but even if you are not then who really cares? What does it really matter? All that matters is that you are happy and love your life- and that should not be dependent upon whether or not you are pretty.
  7. Weight has no relevance to beauty! Whether you are 100 or 300 pounds you can be beautiful! Please do not relate the two to one another! See this post (:
  8. Spend time with people you love and who love you! It is important to spend time with loved ones! They will boost your mood and confidence! If people have a negative impact on your life then you don’t have to spend time with them! Don’t feel like you must stick around for everyone! You have to put yourself first and make sure you are happy! Don’t let others drag you down!
  9. Remember that life is simple - the sun rises and the sun sets, we just tend to complicate the process. Remember the simplicity in life and let it help you to stay calm and stay focused on the important things! Love yourself and love your life! Enjoy it while you can and don’t let everything stress you out so much!
  10. Be generous! Help others, be kind to others, and give when you can. It will spread love and make you feel better as a person.

Now, lets work on changing your thought process. Changing the way you think about things for example, when you have negative thoughts. Try these thoughts instead:

  • I am ugly - I am beautiful
  • I am worthless - I have worth
  • I am sick - I will heal
  • I hate myself - I will learn to love myself
  • I am weak - I am strong, or I wouldn’t be here today
  • I am moody - I have profound emotional depth
  • I am lost - I will find myself
  • I am scared - I have courage
  • I am crazy - It is normal to struggle
  • I am in pain - It’s okay to hurt
  • I am tired - I will not give up
  • I’m not good enough - I am better than “good enough”
  • I can’t change - I can change

Tips to help end self loathing:

  • Talk to yourself the way you talk to someone you care about: “What would you say to good friend who was going through the same thing you are going through?” These are important questions. If you hate yourself, you likely say things to yourself that you would not dare say to another person. What would you say to somebody else who has the exact same traits as you? What could you say to yourself?
  • Recognize that beliefs do not equal truths: Often, people believe what they tell themselves. If you think you are a loser, you may believe it is absolute truth. Try this cognitive behavioral technique called “the three C’s”: catch, check, change. Catch yourself thinking something negative about yourself. Check whether your distressing thought is true. Change it, if not. You can talk back to your negative thoughts. Challenge them. Serve as a defense attorney to the prosecutor in your head.
  • Embrace the concept of “good enough”: Many people feel they should be perfect—never angry, always generous, never critical, always right, and so on. These expectations deny that imperfection is the human condition. If you are one of these people with too-high expectations for yourself, ask yourself what is good enough?
  • Consider turning to spirituality or religion: Many spiritual or religious traditions center on the belief that people are flawed but inherently good, not only lovable but also inherently loved. These beliefs can serve as a huge balm for the hurting soul. The practices of meditation and mindfulness, too, can foster feelings of self-compassion as well as loving kindness toward others.
  • If you hate yourself for mistakes you made, make amends: You may be reading this and thinking, “This does not apply to me. I did something so awful that I can never be forgiven.” First, as much as you condemn yourself, ask if you would equally condemn—to their face—someone else who did the same thing. If not, then you are being unfair to yourself. Perhaps you really did do something awful. If you cannot make amends to the person or people you harmed, do something good for somebody else. Beating up on yourself serves nobody. Doing good for others or taking part in a larger movement not only helps others, it helps you—and it can lead to self-forgiveness.

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Hope this helps! <3

anonymous asked:

hi there! i was the one who requested prince!wonwoo on your other blog but you redirected me here. so can i request a prince!wonwoo au where the reader is a girl? you can play with the plot. i don't mind anything thank you so much! - princess anon

hi there too princess anon~~ i’m glad you got here lol anywayyy here it is~ enjoy! hope to not disappoint so much. i didn’t check for errors tho

  • known as “the cold prince”
  • just because of his appearance tho lets be real he’s a soft mallow inside
  • and also because he’s so quiet
  • always has a book with him
  • his room always has a small pile of books on the floor beside his bed
  • and he loves reading in the palace library and in his bedroom with his glasses on but when he reads outside even on the garden he doesn’t wear them idk why
  • his cousin mingyu says wonwoo’s trying to look cool cause him in glasses is so cute he doesn’t like a cute image
  • but tbh he’s just trying to protect everyone cause their hearts will be snatched if they saw him in glasses just kidding
  • the queen thought he was undergoing emo phase when he was in early teens but she now understands that it’s just the way he is
  • the king believes wonwoo is gonna be a great king cause he’s so smart from reading lots of books
  • and he beats the king everytime they play chess so he knows how to make a good strategy and plans
  • he excels in archery and horse riding
  • he’s also good with a sword but mingyu’s better lol wonwoo beat him twice tho
  • …out of ten matches
  • he’s also learning dance and music
  • he’s just perfect
  • but he sucks in learning foreign languages
  • every girl in the kingdom swoons at his visual slayage but they’re afraid of him really
  • he just looks scary when he’s serious but they saw him smile once or twice and everyone just aaAHhh what a handsome prince we have he looks so soft awww
  • he cares a lot about his people and everyone knows that he’s such a lovable prince
  • there are so many girls wanting to be with such perfection but he always reserves himself for the one arranged to be his wife
  • you
  • he never met you he never saw you even your name is a mystery and that was also your situation towards him
  • he just knows he’s promised to this certain princess in this certain kingdom
  • his parents met you a good amount of times tho
  • the queen is so selective on people and doesn’t like people instantly or so much but she likes you really really well
  • so wonwoo thinks you’re such an angel if she talks about you to him a lot
  • the queen always tell wonwoo that you’re really pretty and that you are really nice and smart
  • and wonwoo is like oh a typical description of a princess
  • but no you are far from typical
  • you are great in stitching as much as you are great in sword fighting you’re even better than wonwoo lmao
  • you love books but not addicted to them like him
  • but you love painting whether it’s oil or watercolour or whatever medium you love arts
  • you are also great in taming wild animals and have a vast knowledge about poisons 😂 it just fascinated you
  • you also have a stepmother she’s not a witch or anything of the sort but your older stepsister might be
  • she just hates you to the guts
  • she’s so easily annoyed and irritated she has this permanent frown on her face
  • and wonwoo thought you were her when your family went to his kingdom to plan the wedding
  • his mind is like how can my mom like this girl so much such a brat she orders everyone around like they’re just slaves and with that frown not pretty at all
  • is my mom blind or what
  • lol
  • you arrived one day late cause you were kinda sick when they left and you promised to follow in about five days maximum you just need to rest
  • but it only took a day of recovery such a strong body
  • and when you got there they told you you’ll meet your future husband at dinner so you sneaked out of your room to roam the palace freely cause its still ten in the morning
  • but while trying to look around, you saw a figure walk out from what your stepmom told you is the prince’s room when she help you get to your room earlier
  • it was mingyu tho but you thought it was the prince you’ll marry and you’re like oh that’s him seems decent he’s okay really handsome too so lucky of me lol
  • and then you got to the stables and on the way there you tripped so your clothes are dirty and tattered thankfully your skin is still flawless
  • you were trying to be friendly with the horses but then someone approached you
  • you looked at the guy with dirtied clothes as well with a horse with him it was wonwoo (with seokmin you get it? lol just kidding)
  • and you think wow so handsome is everyone in this kingdom good looking?
  • then he spoke to you “who are you?”
  • his voice is so deep wow this guy is so hot but so disrespectful doesn’t he know i’m a princess?
  • but you realize you look far from a princess right now and you just arrived in this kingdom
  • wait he can’t know i’m a princess if i looked like this and i shouldn’t flaunt myself i might be in danger or whatever trust no stranger
  • “i’m a daughter of a kitchen staff in the palace, forgive me for alarming you, i just wanted to see the horses”
  • he was kind of taken aback “you ride horses?”
  • “yes, it’s what i do in my past time back home outside the palace, like a hobby”
  • his mind is like wow a girl who likes horses and she’s really pretty too “how come i only saw you today?”
  • “oh, i came today to replace my mother since she’s sick… forgive me for asking but… who are you?” you’re such a smooth liar it’s part of your princess training
  • he thought you were really suspicious and how come you don’t know him? you might be a spy or something he should be careful “i’m a stable boy”
  • “really? oh wow, these horses, do they have names?”
  • and so you bonded over horses lol 😂
  • then mingyu came and was like “his highness the king is looking for you-”
  • “okay” wonwoo cut him off before saying his respect
  • recognizing mingyu, you tried to hide from him
  • you turned to wonwoo “oh you need to go”
  • “yeah”
  • “i guess i’ll see you around?”
  • “yeah, see you around… goodbye”
  • “goodbye”
  • and while walking away mingyu is all smiley with this little glint in his eyes “who was that pretty girl? you having a secret affair while your bride is here?”
  • “no, mingyu, i just met her”
  • “you two were talking~”
  • “exactly we were just talking”
  • “you and i both know you don’t talk a lot with anyone except me”
  • “shut up”
  • and that ‘see you around’ you two said came so soon at 5 in the palace
  • his mother sent him to give a dress to his bride so he was about to knock on your door when it opened and there you are trying to go out again after showering and changing into clean princess clothes
  • and you were surprised to see him too all clean and formal like you
  • you two were both surprised and frozen until you broke the silence smirking at him
  • “oh what are you doing here? i thought stable boys are supposed to be in the stables not inside the palace… and certainly not wearing these kind of clothes”
  • and he was like “i thought kitchen staffs are supposed to be in the kitchen too not from the important guest room… and certainly not wearing these kind of clothes”
  • you looked at each other with narrow eyes… and laughed “fine~ i’m not a kitchen staff”
  • he smiled “and i’m not a stable boy”
  • you swoon by his adorable smile with his nose scrunched up and teeth so white this boy is so perfect
  • you two just have a nice feeling around each other even though you just met
  • “you are?”
  • “i’m wonwoo, right hand of the prince”
  • “i’m y/n, handmaid to the princess”
  • “oh” he says but his mind is like i just wish you’re my bride you’re far better than that stuck up princess- what in hell did i just think of?
  • “why did you lie tho?”
  • and he blushes and sheepishly smiling, was like “…you were suspicious… and may i ask why did you lie also?”
  • you laugh and he thinks its the prettiest laugh he saw and it made him smile more “cause i knew i was suspicious” and you were like “oh why are you here?”
  • he motions to the big box he was carrying “i need to give this to the princess”
  • your eyes widen “oh i’ll take it from here, i’ll give it to the princess”
  • you take the box from him and he gave you a little smile and says “tell the princess to wear it for dinner”
  • “okay… goodbye”
  • “goodbye see you around?”
  • “see you around”
  • and at the 7 o'clock dinner the ‘see you around’ happened again
  • you two were both surpised again to see each other and more surpised when they introduced the two of you
  • “this is the crown prince wonwoo, he’s the one you’ll be marrying”
  • “and wonwoo, this the crown princess y/n”
  • aside from surprised you two were confused
  • “you?!”
  • “you two knew each other?”
  • “we met each other earlier your highness”
  • “oh that’s good then”
  • “y/n, this is mingyu, wonwoo’s cousin and his right hand”
  • and you remembered mistaking him for the prince so you blushed a bit and wonwoo notices this
  • did you like mingyu?
  • and you notice him looking at your sister too
  • so when dinner is over, the two of you were forced to “spend time together” at the garden
  • you both turned to each other “do you like my cousin?”/“do you like my stepsister?”
  • “no!”/“no!”
  • “but you were looking at him!”/“but you were looking at her!”
  • you stare for a while until you feel your cheeks warm up so you look away “…i just thought he was the crown prince so i kinda feel embarrassed”
  • he rubs his nape in awkwardness, “i thought she was my bride too”
  • you blush at the word ‘bride’ cause YOU are his bride
  • you suddenly remembered your earlier encounter “wait– you lied to me again earlier”
  • he eyed you “don’t blame me you did too”
  • “it was because i don’t want you to be suddenly formal and stiff towards me”
  • “well… same”
  • “oh” you suddenly grew quiet
  • but he gave you a small smile, “you look good in the dress tho, it suits you, you’re so beautiful”
  • how can he just say these things so casually like he didn’t just make you blush
  • but with just moonlight you notice his ears getting red and it took you so much control you learned from various princess lessons you took to not just squeal in his cuteness or faint from feeling like you’re floating with the clouds
  • and it took you so much confidence to say something back “you look good too… really handsome- i mean, yeah, you look so great- good, you look good”
  • and the two of you are just a blushing mess smiling at each other thinking “well, they aren’t so bad”
Florist!Woozi AU

@justanotherkoreangirl said: Hi , could I request a scenario where you work in a flower shop and woozi comes in asking “how do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in flowers?” (I got the prompt off tumblr but I don’t think I’d do it justice…) thanks :)

I can’t do titles XD So I switched their roles around and I’m not that happy with how it turned out but hopefully you are! Hope you like ♥


Slamming the door of your car shut with such a force the whole thing shuddered you looked irately at the small flower shop you stood before. Its blue and white awning cast a light shadow over the nicely arranged flowerpots on display outside; it was a quaint little place, though your anger clouded thoughts made you want to destroy the cute presentation. Marching purposefully up to the entrance you swung the door open, completely disregarding the melodious tinkle of the bell overhead and storming over to the counter where a small brown haired boy was slumped over on it. Light snores fell from between his slightly parted lips and his eyes fluttered slightly with the comportement of someone so deep into their slumber they were dreaming. You startled him into consciousness by slamming a twenty down on the pristine white countertop, unexpectedly growling a little as you did so. He blinked at you groggily a few times, yawning and running a hand through his chocolate hair with no air of urgency about him - until he noticed your furious expression. He sat bolt upright, going to step off the stool he was sat on and nearly falling over in the process, scratching the back of his neck and coughing awkwardly as he greeted you. Your eyes raked over his shy face and you felt your hard expression soften upon seeing his embarrassed smile. Whoever this florist was, he was incredibly adorable and somewhat endearing. Before you could get too lost in the molten copper of his eyes you remembered why you were there, twitching in irritation and snarling slightly.

“How do I passive-aggressively say ‘fuck you’ in flowers?“ You asked in a demanding tone, his brows furrowing in confusion.

“Excuse me?” he questioned inquisitively, his countenance the epitome of befuddled.

“Don’t make me repeat myself shorty you know what I said.” You huffed, making his admittedly well defined facial features contort in offense.

“You don’t have to be so rude.” he muttered, his ensuing pout easily abetting the ‘sorry’ he wanted from you. “Right. How to say ‘fuck you’ in flowers… “ he amended in a low voice, chuckling softly under his breath and venturing from behind the counter to the flower displays in the main shop. “It’s an odd request, although more interesting than a dozen red roses,” he said bemusedly, quirking an eyebrow at you. “Any reason you want this bouquet?”

“Do you know a guy called Wen Junhui?” you asked, almost spitting your words through gritted teeth as you sighed heavily. “We went on a date last night. He mentioned he worked here, I think.” in your nettled rage you didn’t notice the man in question walking out only to notice you and run back into the staff room. The florist stood before you, who was called Lee Jihoon (or so the badge clipped onto his shirt pocket stated), groaned lightly, shaking his head in exasperation.

“No, never heard of him. Why, what did he do?” You looked like you wanted to murder him, or at least someone at that very moment. “The bastard told me to make my own way home, because we don’t live that close to each other, meaning I had to take the bus, only to find when I did get back that he’d dropped by my house and totalled my fucking car! It was all. Smashed up!! Do you know how much it costs to fix shit like that?!” Your high pitched and enraged squeaks made Jihoon flinch. He made a mental note to incessantly berate Junhui later, but he adamantly stuck by his saying he didn’t know him. He wanted his elder to feel guilty, maybe even pay you back, not get thrown through the flower shop’s window.

“The word ‘totalled’ is a big enough clue…” he murmured, sighing. “He sounds like a real douchebag,” Jihoon added loudly and obviously, having seen said colleague emerge earlier. You nodded, sighing again and pinching the bridge of your nose, between your eyes, as to try calm yourself and your breathing. “It seems weird that you’d give him flowers instead of demanding payment, but-”

“I’m doing that too, dumbass,” you rolled your eyes dramatically with a grumble. “But for now, do you think you can throw together a suitable bouquet?” you hummed, voice quieter than Jihoon’d heard it yet. A bright smile spread over his plump lips and smooth cheeks - flower symbolism was completely his thing and so he was more than happy to acquiesce your request, however strange it may be.

“Of course! I will do my best to give you a striking bouquet that is just full of hatred,” he laughed comedically, turning on his heel to once again face the flowers. “Okay, so. Foxgloves, good start.” he chimed, keeping up a cheery voice and demeanor whilst being deep in thought. “They represent insincerity… but they’re also highly poisonous so let’s not put too many of those in there and hope he doesn’t enjoy eating the flowers.” you giggled at that and watched as he pranced around the store - you didn’t know him that well but looking at his appearance and the way he’d been so carelessly asleep before, his jovial attitude in making this bouquet seemed somewhat uncharacteristic. He laid out two sheets of coloured tissue paper on the counter to wrap them in and splayed the chosen foxgloves around the very edges, as evenly spaced as possible. He was very meticulous in his work, taking great care to ensure they were laid out properly. Pleased with it already he hurried back over to you, gesturing for you to move sideways a bit and plucking a few large red geraniums and yellow carnations from the display where you’d been stood. “Geraniums symbolise stupidity, which sounds perfect for your guy,” he chuckled at your affirming nod before heading back to the counter to add the flowers to the steadily growing and actually rather nice looking bunch. “And yellow carnations. They literally mean ‘you have disappointed me’. Which also sounds applicable.”

“There’s a flower that means ‘you have disappointed me’?” you asked, half dubious and half humoured.

“Weird, right?” he beamed at you, eyes creasing and pretty much disappearing as he did. How could someone look so incredibly cute whilst talking about flowers symbolising misery? This time he headed to the herb section near the very back. He went for the small white flowery herbs in a pot next to the mint, grinning at you and taking up some orange lilies on his way back to the almost completely finished bouquet. “Meadowsweet isn’t the prettiest of flowers, it’s actually more a herb, but it represents uselessness. And orange lilies, my favourite flower…” his brow creased as he finished his assemblance and wrapped the paper snugly around the completed product. “They symbolise hatred.” he gave you a devious smile and suddenly his excited attitude made sense. Laughing lightly to yourself you thanked him, scooping the bouquet into your arms. You were too focused on him and how proud he looked to notice the small note placed obviously amongst the largest blossoms, addressed “customer”. You thanked him again and in a calmer manner got back into your car, wondering if you could find your failed date and make him pay for the repair costs. Your racing thoughts were all disturbed when you noticed the notecard you missed, taking it between your fingers and opening it curiously. Scrawled messily on the inside, the short message read:

Lee Jihoon, 010-XXXX-XXXX

Call me and tell me how it goes. Maybe afterwards I can show you a better date :)

You smiled and looked back at the store, seeing Jihoon gazing at you somehow fondly through the plexiglass windows. Upon being caught his face quickly flushed and he looked away, once again flustered. You sat still for a moment before pulling your phone from your pocket, adding his number to your contacts before shooting him a quick message.

Hey, hope I’m not seeming desperate my texting so soon but I’d love to take you up on your offer.

Upon seeing him read the text and grin smugly you felt a small smile tugging at the corners of your own lips, however it suddenly faded into a deep set frown as you watched last night’s failure step out cautiously from a hallway near Jihoon, mouthing a few indecipherable words as you grabbed the flowers and stormed up to the little shop yet again. At the sound of the bell Junhui went to give a cheerful greeting - until he opened his eyes and realised who just walked in. He seemed to shrink into himself as a look of horror spread over his face.

“Y-Y/N!” he stammered, side-eyeing Jihoon as a call for help, however the younger boy just stood and smirked, eyes bright as if he was having the time of his life.

“You lied about knowing him?” you addressed Jihoon, practically snarling by now.

“No! Well, yes, I did, but I didn’t really wanna be brought into the fight.” he explained, trying not to appear nervous. You shrugged you weren’t angry with him.

“You fucking owe me Wen Junhui, a rather nice sum. I don’t want to take this to court.” you said, murderous hint to your voice. You were starting to convulse you were so mad, and before he could even attempt to protest or argue you thrusted the flowers into his face, then letting the crumpled blooms fall to his feet whilst he looked on at you in astonishment. Jihoon also looked quite bewildered, but he also looked like he was suppressing a rather loud laughter as he drew his bottom lip in between his teeth. “Jihoon has my number, make sure you settle this. I’m too busy now to be bothering with the likes of you.” As you stomped out the two florists stared after you, blinking slowly with blank stares.

“Why do you have her number?” Junhui asked his colleague quietly, not looking at the other boy.

“I’m taking her out sometime.” Jihoon responded in an equally hushed voice, turning towards Junhui.

“Whatever you do, don’t hurt her… or her car…” Junhui whispered as he picked up the flowers, once again looking out of the window to see you had driven away.


I don’t really like the ending but I hope this was satisfactory at the least boo ♥ I may have to stop giffing scenarios until this app gets better ;;

-Admin Belle

(You had me at floating on his stomach~ I absolutely love that idea and it makes me happy to think about since I myself can’t actually swim and it would be sweet for him to offer to carry me but I digress. Enjoy!~)

Swimming Dates:

Warnings: Fluff, water and swimming (if you’re hydrophobic)




  • Zora Tradition

- In a kingdom completely surrounded by water that the citizens of said kingdom require to live, swimming and being in the water in general would be a big part of their lives

- Going swimming with ones significant other would probably be a sort of tradition amongst the Zoras as a bonding activity that connects the two people so it would already be ingrained in Zora society that a couple should go out and swim together

- Meaning that Sidon would already want to do it because it is such an important part of a Zora’s relationship but he would never do it because it is “expected” of him

- Sidon just thoroughly enjoys swimming and he wants to be able to share this important thing that he loves doing with the person that is most important to him

- He wants to spend his time with you doing things that both of you are interested in and if it so happens that you can’t swim then he will gladly teach you if you want to be taught of course

- Even if you don’t want to get in the water he will still encourage you to come with him and most every time you say yes because he always gives you the most pleading puppy-dog eyes you have ever seen

- You can settle yourself down on the sandy beach where you watch him swim laps in the water while you also soak in the sun or sit on the river bank dipping your toes into the water


  • Preparations

- Whenever the two of you plan to go swimming together Sidon makes sure that it is on his free days where there will be no distractions from his duties as the heir and you can enjoy your time together and not worry about anything else

- You almost always prepare a picnic to take with you since these dates usually last many hours meaning that you are likely to get hungry especially after swimming for so long

- So rather than going all the way back to the Kingdom you can just eat together on the beach; preparing a platter of raw fish for Sidon and a simple cooked meal for you

- Plus what’s better than a lovely picnic on the beach after working up an appetite by swimming together with your loved one?

- You pack the picnic basket but Sidon loves to lend you a hand in making it whenever he can he also loves surprising you

- Some days when he gets unexpected time away from work he likes to surprise you by setting up the entire date and preparing a lunch in the basket though he has to go to the Royal Kitchen for assistance in making your meal because he is not good at cooking foods aside from meat (seafood especially, of course)

- The chefs think that it is sweet that he would go through the effort for you and they love their Prince so they never have a problem helping him out

- You are pleasantly surprised when he does come to your saying that you should get ready with the freshly made basket in hand


  • Special Gift

- As another special surprise once you have gone a few dates Sidon will notice how you have some trouble keeping up with him, which should be expected considering how his body is built to move at stunning speeds in the water and yours isn’t

- In order to give you some help he will have a special wet suit crafted from a special material that will enable you to swim faster and smoother through the rushing waters

- This way you won’t have to struggle in order to keep up with him so he doesn’t end up leaving you behind whenever you go out

- He would probably have more than one suit made in different colors and styles so that you can have several options (he’d be more partial to the red one, it may or may not be the same shade as his scales)

- Sidon would adore watching you try all of them on and model them for him so he can see how they fit on you

- (p.s. they all look great on you and Sidon can’t decide which one he likes the most because they all suit you so well and they are rather… tight)

- (10/10 from Sidon)


  • Treasure Hunt

- A fun game that you two like to play while out on your dates is to hunt the blue waters or sandy beaches for neat little trinkets left behind by other visitors or just hiding waiting to be found

- You explore all of Sidon’s favorite spots turning over stones and sifting through sand competing to see who can find the prettiest or coolest thing

- Items like intricately patterned seashells that sparkle in your hand and feel pleasantly smooth to the touch

- Shiny and colorful rocks or even gemstones that catch your eye because they glimmer like little gemstones in the water

- And sometimes wooden chests lurking deep at the bottom of lakes containing gold or other treasures (Sidon has to get those since he has the muscle to bring them to the surface)

- You like to bring back the most interesting things you find as mementos keeping them in the bedroom perched high up on the shelves so you can look at them and be reminded of how and where you found it

- Sidon likes to keep his favorite one that you found, a sleek pink tinted conch shell that you had dug up on the beach and presented to him so proudly, on the desk in his office

- Looking at it fills I’m with happy memories and helps him to get through the day


  • Breaks

- While Sidon can help you to move faster in the water he can’t change the fact that your smaller body still gets tired much quicker than his does so you two often take breaks throughout the day so that your body can relax for a little while 

- Whenever you start getting tired, Sidon tries to give you the easiest and quickest way to stop and just take a few moments to relax (it also happens to be his favorite)

- He’ll roll over onto his back and carefully pull you up to lay across his chest resting an arm against the small of your back as he continues to float in the water

- You get a nice resting place and he gets to hold you close to him all without leaving the comfort of the cool water, it’s a win-win scenario all around 

- You like to listen to his heart beat and trace shapes into the smoother scales that make up the Zora wide chest while he plays with your hair probably talking about what fun thing the two of you can do next or how much fun he is having being with you

- But if you don’t want to stay in the water he’ll help you back to the river bank/ beach so that you can take your breather on land doing something else relaxing to pass the time

- You lay down on your picnic blanket chilling under the sun probably using this as a convenient time for a lunch break

- Or if you’re at the beach you like to play in the sand and Sidon is happy to join in, digging moats and playing with the hermit crabs that scampered about on the grains

- Once you made a sand castle together for two of your hermit crab friends, it wasn’t the prettiest castle around but your hermit friends seemed to like it so Sidon happily dubbed it Hermit Palace (not very creative but it got a laugh out of you so he didn’t mind)

- He never makes you feel guilty for needing to rest; he knows you’re having just as much fun as him, you just need to take a break every once in while and you appreciate it

- Once you’re well-rested you are eager to get back to your day of fun and Sidon is always right behind you

Creepypasta #1131: The Girl From The Ice-Cream Parlour

Length: Long

Before I tell you my story, allow me to share that I have a shitty job. Shitty because of my work hours, which is from 6pm to 2am every day. A graveyard shift, as people call it. Not that I have much of a choice, though. Beggars can’t be choosers, and since nowhere else would want to employ me, I don’t have much of a choice but to stick to my job.

Not that I’ve been there long though. About four to five years. But long enough to cause me not to have many friends. It’s hard to hang out with friends when your working hours are during the time when most people are asleep. Coupled with the fact that I live alone in a one-room apartment, life pretty much sucked.

But hey, like I said, not much of a choice. The job paid well too, and my intention was to tough it out before moving back to my hometown.

So you could imagine my joy when on my way home one day after work, I saw bright lights coming from the windows of a shop opposite where I live. Normally by the time I finish work, the shops will be shuttered and deserted. A normal occurrence, since there was not much business to be done when most people are asleep. For the past five years, only the dull street lamps and the quiet roads accompanied me as I drove back to home on my motorcycle.

Seeing the bright fluorescent lamp shining brightly into an otherwise mundane night, I felt a certain sense of joy. That I was not alone. I knew I had to investigate this new shop.

From the outside, the place looked relatively simple. The signboard at the top read “James Ice-Cream Parlour”, illuminated in pink and white lights. The shop front was fully in window, the inside as clear as day. There was a counter with what I imagined to contain tubs of ice-cream, and sitting behind the cash register, my eyes could not believe it, was the prettiest girl that I had ever seen. Her hair was wrapped in a cute ponytail, hidden beneath a cap she’s wearing.

Without even thinking much, I pushed opened the glass door and stepped into the shop, no bigger than my own room, more eager to meet the girl than to eat any ice-cream.

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Lavender Rose – symbolizes love at first sight & enchantment

Fandom: Game of Thrones
Characters: Margaery Tyrell x Reader [mentions of Loras Tyrell, Lady Olenna Tyrell, Joffrey Baratheon, and Renly Baratheon]
Reader Gender: Female
Word Count: 2,480
Warnings: None
Notes: Request from anon for “Margaery Tyrell x female!reader imagine where the reader is Margaery’s handmaiden? I was thinking something like how they’re having an argument [reader saying that she shouldn’t be marrying Joffrey], and it somehow leads to them confessing their feelings for each other?” // As you can tell by the word count, I got a bit carried away with this. I just really love Margaery, and I was excited to write her for the first time. ♥

Originally posted by monik911hsm

When adults ask a child what they would like to be when they grow up, they often give answers along the lines of a princess, or the spouse of a noble, or maybe the best armorer in the Seven Kingdoms. Your answer, however, was always “Happy.” The adults would often explain to you that you did not understand the question, and press for an alternative answer. The second option you had was “In love.” But once again, they would always say that your answer was wrong. You would always tell them that it was not ‘wrong’ to want to be happy or in love. That always silenced them fairly quickly.

Years later, you showed no signs of being happy – nor being in love. You were on the verge of leaving your home in Highgarden, thinking you might try your luck in King’s Landing, or even Dorne. The day before you chose to leave, you found both happiness, and love.

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Faerie Tale Theatre [Pt. 2]

[ ➤ Change pronouns and adjust to fit your muse! ]

Little Red Riding Hood

  • “I want to grow up, I just don’t know how… I have limited experience.”
  • “Who wants to live with a pack anyway? If they don’t want me, FINE.”
  • “Three days and not one edible thing has come down that path.”
  • “Now there’s a tasty little DISH.”
  • “We can be alone together, just you and me.”
  • “On anybody else, this would look perfectly hideous, but on me, ahh, beautiful.”
  • "Stay where ya are, ya miserable flea-bitten fur-bag or ya’ll end up a rug on my floor!”
  • “What great, terrible teeth you have!”
  • “What took you so long I damn near suffocated!”
  • “Well in addition to be eaten by a wolf, I’m sick as a dog.”
  • “Sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth.”

Hansel and Gretel

  • “How can I possibly sleep with you rolling around next me like a pig in the mud.”
  • “What’s to become of us? How am I to feed my poor children?”
  • “I’m sure they’re eating venison with a prince right now without any a thought for us.”
  • “Surely God will take pity on two children and watch out for us.”
  • “We must have been very bad children for them to leave us in such a place.”
  • “Nibble, nibble little mouse who is eating up my house?!”
  • “Eat me out of house and home will you? We’ll see who eats what.”
  • “She doesn’t see very well, but she has the nose of a wolf.”
  • “Heart to batter, batter to heart, death’s a treat, so sweet to eat.”
  • “I want fat, fat, fat! Rolls of fat, flesh and more flesh! Soft, undulating, quivering jiggling young flesh!”
  • “You sit in a little cage all day, while I’m running to and fro: ’fetch this, boil that, c-c-c-cook.”
  • “I don’t care if DO you lose your temper! You’re a horrible woman!”
  • “Our sorrows have ended and we’ll live together in great happiness!”

Goldilocks and the 3 Bears

  • “She was always kind of… spunky.”
  • “Let me sleep for 2 more weeks… I’m dreaming about food.”
  • “My teacher says to not let anybody see my papers because it’s a big secret.”
  • “Little kids don’t think as well on Saturdays! It’s a scientific fact!”
  • “What if you got a thousand bees all in one place? Then if you got a million queen bees and some kings too? You’d get a million-trillion bees!”
  • “We have to be very carful, there are highway men and robbers all around, they may be close by!”
  • “I don’t care if she’s ‘just a little girl,’ that doesn’t give her the right to barge into people’s homes without their permission.”
  • “What if one of these weeds has a poison thorn and it sticks me and I die right here in the front yard?!”
  • “I’d think a green cow would look something like a dragon, don’t you think?”
  • “I’m TOO smart!”
  • “I’ll wear my prettiest dress, and comb my hair real nice and smile my best smile, and for sure they’ll fall for it!”
  • “They’re the nicest bears in the world.”


The Princess and the Pea

  • “Oh yeah, real tough being prince: you’re rich, you’re powerful, oh it’s a real burden!”
  • “I know exactly where I am: I’m lost.”
  • “I’ll probably sneeze to death, but anything for chivalry.”
  • “You have the most expressive eyebrows I’ve ever seen!”
  • “In my spare time I like to count horses and think about my feet.”
  • “For the past few hours you have been rude, obnoxious, arrogant, and not a great deal of fun.”
  • “You are simply a rung on my ladder to success. An object to be stepped on.”
  • “I’ve traveled all the major roads, I’ve stayed in 2 or 3 kingdoms, I’ve been wooed by a couple village idiots, and I’ve met some very interesting people.”
  • “Good company, bad company… at least you’re not alone.”
  • “The whole family’s a little bit off, and seeing is how I’m sitting here talking to myself I’d fit right in.”
  • “It was like I was sleeping on a boulder–I’m black and blue from head to toe.”

Pinocchio

  • “I wonder if you can wish to the moon, or just the stars… they’re in the same universe.”
  • “You can move, you can talk, you can think on somewhat limited basis of course, given you’re a teenager.”
  • “He attacked life with the gusto and the innocence of a small child.”
  • “I understand you, but the other people? They start to talk and think you’re a little bit you know– bugabugbuga.”
  • “I’ve got to be the stupidest person I’ve ever met.”
  • “You’re going to go home, you’re going to tell the truth, and promise to never ever do this sort of thing again.”
  • “You take your money, bury it in the ground, you wait overnight, and you’ve got 5 times as much!”
  • “Ever see a wooden donkey? I’d make a fortune!”
  • “I’m so sorry, that’s why you’re here, because I was so bad and thoughtless!”
  • “It’s part of my job, but I love wood.”

Thumbelina

  • “You have been so kind to me, allow me to give you something in return.”
  • “You’ll learn that beauty and talent are a blessings, but if they are too much admired, they can be curses as well.” 
  • “I won’t marry your creepy son, I won’t! I won’t!”
  • “I’m sure he’ll find you delightful, and your story fascinating.”
  • “How does one conquer Gaul? Doesn’t one already have the gall, as in ‘he had the gall to call me a nitwit?’”
  • “It takes more than sweet songs to get by in life.”
  • “I do my best to secure your future and this is the thanks I get?”
  • “I’m always the bride and never the bridesmaid.”
  • “Prince or no, I can’t marry anyone without my mother’s consent.”
  • “Flower angels can slip in and out all sorts of places… even dreams.”

Snow White and the 7 Dwarves

  • “The years do not effect my beauty, my skin could be satin.”
  • “That gawky brat! How I hate her!”
  • “Cold soup… cold meat… cold peas… I could eat it all if I weren’t so tired.”
  • “That’s a STUPID assumption,_____!”
  • “Her heart is in this box. You’re lying again.”
  • “When a mirror tells a lie, it shatters in shame.”
  • “She’s a witch! I knew it when I saw her, and don’t call me stupid!”
  • “The gentle arching of my eyebrows fascinates me, most others eyebrows are grotesque and misshapen.”
  • “I don’t even miss the castle anymore… It’s so big and cold and lonely. But I do miss swimming in the moat.”
  • “No one can argue now. Now there’s only one beauty in the land.”
  • “I cannot imagine anyone hurting you, you should only be loved.”
  • “Each and every mirror as you turn to look at it, will turn to black.”
Alec and Madzie

I know usually my fics are more book based, but the connection between Alec and Madzie got to me.


Iris was dead. She had called upon Clary to provide the favor she owed, and when Jace, Izzy and Alec did not like the favor, they had come in and fought the warlock. The only problem: now there were about ten warlock children without homes.

Alec and Jace walked through the room where the children had been kept while they fought. Alec looked over the children then muttered to Jace, “One’s missing.”

Jace gave him a funny look, “How do you know?”

“I met her before… the first-time Iris tried to get Clary.” Alec went around the room again, as Jace called Magnus. (They decided that Jace would call for business matters, so that no one would get there hopes up about being free for a date…) Jace began explaining to Magnus about all the children who needed good parents, and if he knew any warlocks who might take them in. Alec still roamed the room. Suddenly he stopped in front of a picture of Madzie. He looked at it for a bit, then put his hand on the wall.

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natasha, pierre & the great comet of 1812 sentence starters (act 1)

(twigger warning: alcohol and domestic abuse mentions)


PROLOGUE

  • “There’s a war going on out there somewhere…”
  • “_______ isn’t here.”
  • “You’re gonna have to study up a little bit…”
  • “Everyone’s got NINE different names!”
  • “_______ is young.”
  • “_______ is good.”
  • “_______ is old school.”
  • “_______ is HOT.”
  • “He/She/They spends his/she/their money on women and wine…”
  • “_______ is a slut.”
  • “_______ is fierce, but not too important.”
  • “The war can’t touch us here!”
  • “_______ is crazy!”
  • “_______ is plain.”
  • “_______’s family… totally messed up.”
  • “_______’s just for fun.”
  • “What about _______?”


PIERRE

  • “It’s dawned on me suddenly, and for no obvious reason, that I can’t go on living as I am.”
  • “I used to be better.”
  • “His/Her/Their purse is always empty because it’s open to all.”
  • “I drink too much…”
  • “Right now, my friend fights and bleeds.”
  • “I never thought I’d end up like this!”
  • “The women/men/people all pity me cause’ I’m married but not in love.”
  • “He/She/They is charming, he/she/they have no sex.”
  • “There’s a ringing in my head…”
  • “There’s a sickness in the world.”
  • “I’ll sort it out later.”
  • “How many men before me, good men believing in goodness and truth, entered that door with all their teeth and hair and left it toothless and bald?”
  • “You empty and stupid contented fellows!”
  • “I’m different from you! I still want to do something!”
  • “Do you struggle too?”
  • “I pity you, I pity me, I pity you.”


MOSCOW

  • “I’ll take you where you must go.”
  • “What are you dawdling for?”
  • “Bring some rum for the tea!”
  • “______, you’ve grown plumper and prettier!”
  • “My cheeks are glowing from the cold!”
  • “How beautiful you looked in the snow!”
  • “I can’t bare this waiting!”
  • “He/She/They loves me only.”
  • “Dresses, dresses! We’ll buy what we can afford!”
  • “How wonderful to have you here instead of these gossips and crybabies.”
  • “You’ve hooked a fine fellow!”
  • “The old fellow’s crotchety!”


THE PRIVATE AND INTIMATE LIFE OF THE HOUSE

  • “I’ve aged so much.”
  • “I forget things…”
  • “I live in the past.”
  • “People enjoy me though.”
  • “Such a majestic and agreeable spectacle.”
  • “Bring me my slippers!”
  • “Bring me my wine!”
  • “I have no friends!”
  • “Stupid girl/boy, all my friends are dead!”
  • “I can hurt you!”
  • “I can hurt you but I never ever would.”
  • “He/She/They could beat me or treat me like a dog, make me fetch wood or water and that’s just how it is.”
  • “I know they’ll like me, everyone has always liked me!”
  • “Is this all I make of my life?”
  • “Maybe I’ll marry someone myself…”
  • “Oh, that offends you, does it?”
  • “Where are my glasses?!”
  • “He forgets things…”
  • “And I dare to judge him, I disgust myself.”
  • “I disgust myself…”



NATASHA AND BOLKONSKYS

  • “O-Oh… Oh, hello…. Won’t you come in?”
  • “Too fashionably dressed.”
  • “I DO NOT WISH TO SEE HER.”
  • “I know at any moment he’ll indulge in some freak!”
  • “I am not afraid anyone.”
  • “Too plain and affected.”
  • “Not much to look at…”
  • “What have I said?”
  • “What have I done?”
  • “Oh, they were so awful…”
  • “It all hurts so terribly.”


NO ONE ELSE

  • “First time I heard your voice, moonlight burst into the room.”
  • “You are so good for me.”
  • “I’ll never be this happy again.”
  • “You and I, and no one else.”
  • “We’ve done this all before, we were angels once. Don’t you remember?”
  • “How can anyone sleep? There was never such a night before!”
  • “I feel like putting my arms around my knees and squeezing tight as possible and flying away.”


THE OPERA

  • “Stop moving and moaning, we’ll miss the curtain!”
  • “Welcome, to the opera.”
  • “________, smooth your gown/shirt.”
  • “I’ve never felt like this before.”
  • “Look, there’s _______, home from the war at last.”
  • “He’s/She’s/They’ve changed, dear me!”
  • “What a headdress she/he/they has on!”
  • “They’re all looking at me, they’re all talking about me!”
  • “Now all the ladies/men/everyone are mad about him/her/them.”
  • “No, I am enjoying at home this evening.”
  • “Oh, those pearls!”
  • “So beautiful! What a charming young girl/man/person!”
  • “Have you been here long?”
  • “He/She/They never used to forget us.”
  • “There’s a woman/man/person one should stay far away from.”
  • “Oh, I’d tickle you all if I could.”
  • “He/She/They moved with a swagger. Which would have looked ridiculous, had he/she/they not been so good-looking.”
  • “Mais charmante.”
  • “How handsome he/she/they is!”
  • “He/She/They is talking about me.”
  • “Every time I look at him/her/them, he’s/she’s/they’re looking at me!”
  • “Bravo, bravo!”


NATASHA AND ANATOLE

  • “I have longed wished to have this happiness.”
  • “How do you like the performance?”
  • “He’s/She’s/They’re as handsome up close as at a distance.”
  • “You ought to come, please, come!”
  • “I know for certain he’s/she’s/they’re taken by me.”
  • “I fear he/she/they may seize me from behind and kiss me on the neck!”
  • “You will be the prettiest there.”
  • “Do come, give me this flower as a pledge.”
  • “It’s alright, _______, I’m here.”
  • “I-I cannot speak.”
  • “There’s nothing between us.”


THE DUEL

  • “I have known her/him/them since she/he/they was a child… I have long carried affection for her/him/them.”
  • “Yes, charming.”
  • “Drink with me, my love! For there’s fire in the sky and ice on the ground!”
  • “Vodka and wine are dangerous for me.”
  • “Keep drinking, old man/woman.”
  • “She’s/He’s/They’re first rate but nothing but trouble.”
  • “It doesn’t matter, I don’t give a damn.”
  • “Just as a duck is made to swim in water, God has made me as I am.”
  • “All I care for is deity and women.”
  • “God! To think I married a man/woman/person like you!”
  • “Don’t speak to me, wife/husband/spouse.”
  • “There’s something inside me. Something terrible and monstrous.”
  • “Here’s to the health of married women/men/people and their lovers!”
  • “How dare you touch her/him/them?!”
  • “You can’t love her/him/them!”
  • “I challenge you!”
  • “Oh, a duel? Yes, this is what I like~.”
  • “He/She/They will kill you, stupid husband/wife/spouse!”
  • “So, I shall be killed! What is it to you?!”
  • “________, my guns.”
  • “Oh, this is horribly stupid!”
  • “________, hold your fire! Not yet!”
  • “No! Shot by a fool!”
  • “Oh, my mother. My angel… My adored angel mother!”
  • “You are a fool.”
  • “Well, you certainly bring out the beast in them!”
  • “Come on, let’s get you home.”
  • “Be happy, we live to love another day.”


DUST AND ASHES

  • “Is this how I die?”
  • “How did I live?”
  • “I taste every wasted minute… Every time I turned away from the things might have healed me.”
  • “Was I kind enough…? Was I GOOD enough…?”
  • “Oh, why have I been sleeping?”
  • “They say we are asleep till we fall in love, we are children of dust and ashes.”
  • “When we fall in love, we wake up.”
  • “We are god and angels weep.”
  • “All of my life, I spent searching the words of poets, saints, prophets and kings! And now, at the end, all I know that I’ve learned is that all that I know: Is I don’t know a thing!”
  • “All the things I could have been! But I never had the nerve!”
  • “Life and love? I don’t deserve it.”
  • “All right, I’ve had my time.”
  • “Bury me in burgundy, I just don’t care.”
  • “Such a storm of feelings inside of me!”
  • “Why am I screaming…? Why am I shaking?”
  • “Oh, God. Was there something I missed?”
  • “Was happiness within me the whole time?”
  • “Don’t let me die while I’m like this!”


SUNDAY MORNING

  • “I see my face.”
  • “Don’t be silly!”
  • “They say you can see your future in the long row of candles in the depths of the mirror.”
  • “I see a shape in the darkness!”
  • “I’m so frightened!”
  • “TIME FOR CHURCH!!!”
  • “I suffer now more than before…”
  • “The rudeness of that man/woman/person! I’ll straighten him out!”
  • “I’ll shut myself in my room and try on new dresses/clothes.”


CHARMING

  • “Oh, my enchantress… Oh, you beautiful thing!”
  • “These dresses suit you!”
  • “Anything suits you, my charmer.”
  • “You are such a lovely thing, where have you been?”
  • “It’s such a shame to bury pearls in the country…”
  • “If you have a dress/suit you must wear it out!”
  • “How can you live in _______ and no go no where?”
  • “So, you love somebody! That’s no reason to shut yourself in!”
  • “My brother/sister/sibling/friend dined with me yesterday but he/she/they didn’t eat a thing because he/she/they was thinking about you.”
  • “A woman/man/person with a dress/suit is a frightening powerful thing!”
  • “You are not a child when you’re draped in scarlet and lace.”
  • “Your fiance` would want you to have fun rather than be bored today!”
  • “My brother/sister/sibling/friend is quite madly in love with you, my dear.”
  • “It must be all right…”
  • “There’s a ball at my house tonight, you must come!”
  • “You must come!”
  • “How the thought of throwing them together amuses me!”


THE BALL

  • “How I adore little girls/boys, they lose their heads at once!”
  • “There is no barrier between us!”
  • “I don’t know good from bad…”
  • “I’m so frightened!”
  • “You are enchanting!”
  • “Don’t lower your eyes, I love you.”
  • “I am in love, dear, I am in love.”
  • “Don’t say such things, I love another!”
  • “Don’t speak of that when I tell you that I’m madly in love with you!”
  • “Is if my fault your enchanting?”
  • “I don’t understand anything tonight!”
  • “Is it possible I will never see you again?”
  • “I have nothing to say!”
  • “Tell me, what just happened…?”
  • “I-I’m trembling…”
  • “I love you… Of that there is no doubt.”
  • “How else could we have kissed?”
  • “I could not help loving you.”
  • “I will love you, _______.”
  • “I’ll do anything for you.”
Hurt

Pairing: Former Sam x Reader

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester (Soulless), Unnamed Woman

Word Count: 1549

Warnings: Pure Fucking Angst (You think my last fics were bad you are in for a shock), Vaguely detailed smut, Cheating, BODY ISSUES, LOW SELF ESTEEM, Soulless!Sam being an absolute fucking cunt.

A/N: This idea came about after my negative thoughts have been very loud this past couple of weeks so this story is one that is very personal for me and was one that was supposed to be for angst appreciation day but I didn’t finish it in time.This is set at the start of Season 6 and in this, Dean didn’t go to Lisa and Ben, he continued to hunt. I want to say thanks for @sams-little-toy for reading it through for me and encouraging me to write. Thank you so much, Ty.  Tags will be at the end (Send me an ask if you wanna be tagged)


You had to leave after that day. You had to clear your head and hunt on your own for a little while. A part of you felt bad leaving Dean as he did just lose his brother but you knew he had people around him to help him get through it. You, on the other hand, had no one and had just lost the only person you truly loved and cared about.

 So, you packed your stuff and left without saying goodbye because you knew Dean would convince you to stay and that is what you would have done. You always stay for other people, and you need to go for yourself.

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