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! Read on AO3
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.
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.
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.
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!”
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!
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
“But I am not your friend.”
His eyes twinkled, and he held out a hand. “Not
She looked at his outstretched hand once, and
then turned away. He let his hand fall, but his enthusiasm was still in full
“I haven’t seen much of the Winter Court
before.” He told her.
“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.
“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
“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
“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
“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
“He sounds dreadful.” Nik wrinkled his nose.
“He was young and stupid – as we all are at
“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
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
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
“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.
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
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
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
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
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?”
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.
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)
“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
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.”
“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
“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.”
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 :)
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.
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.
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!
“Please say you vows,” The minister standing between of you looks towards Hoseok first and motions for him to proceed with his vow.
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!)
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,” 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.”
I have some awesome tips for you and some links :)
Steps to improve self Confidence:
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!
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!
Do what you love – make time everyday to do something you enjoy! Do something that makes you happy to improve your mood!
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!)
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!
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
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 (:
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!
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!
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.
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
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
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”
“i guess i’ll see you around?”
“yeah, see you around… 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”
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
“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”
“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 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?”
“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”
“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”
@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 ;;
(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!~)
Warnings: Fluff, water and swimming (if you’re hydrophobic)
- 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
- 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
- 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)
- 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
- 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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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. ♥
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.
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.
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.