you two do strange things to me

Retail Etiquette

AKA a few ways you, the customer, can help make a retail worker’s life easier.

1. If you don’t want something, put it back where you found it. Not sitting on a shelf nearby. Not halfway across the store. Right where you found it. On the peg/ however it was displayed originally. Please. I know it’s super easy to just drop that thing where you are, especially if you’re across the store, but imagine having to put that one thing back times a hundred. That’s what we have to do. Every day. It’s like the world’s worst scavenger hunt that takes literal hours. All work that is avoided if you take five seconds to put that thing back where you found it.

1.5. Don’t trash the shelves looking for that one perfect package in the back or whatever and leave it. Fix what you mess up, or what your kids mess up.

2. Clean up after yourself. Don’t leave trash lying around - cleaning the store and keeping it clean is a monumental task itself without people leaving empty cups on shelves. We have trash cans, use them. Wipe your feet. If you spill something, alert somebody.

3. Do not come in right before close, unless it’s an emergency and you know exactly what you need. In, grab the thing you need, and out before close. If you come into a store 10 minutes or less before close, you’re being (albeit mildly) rude. The staff has closing tasks they need to get done, often before the store actually closes and you’re keeping them from that. If you’re fast, no problem. If you linger and shop around, you’re being rude.

3.5. Do not linger after close. Know when a store closes, and get out when it does. Every minute you stay after close is a minute later the staff actually gets home. You are literally keeping the staff from going home to their family if you stay after close, and it’s deeply rude. Your time is not more important than theirs, especially AFTER the hours they’re obligated to give you their time.

4. If you break something, just tell the staff. They’re not going to make you buy it, it just goes into the ‘store damage’ bin in most places. Don’t try to hide it (world’s worst scavenger hunt part two) or just set it back on the shelf for someone else to find it and complain. Please.

5. Listen to the staff. They know what they’re talking about when they say they don’t have it in the back. They spend almost every day in the store - odds are they know even without looking. Listen to recommendations. Listen to them on policy. They know this stuff, you don’t no matter how long you’ve been a customer. They’re TRAINED, you’re not.

6. Be kind. Be polite. We all have bad days, but if a service worker can be polite and accommodating for 6-8 hours despite that, you can be for ten minutes. Don’t lose your temper if staff messes up. Service workers can only do so much; they’re the bottom of the entire corporate chain, and have literally no authority. Is that two dollars really worth demeaning another human being over?


Re: the Usual Comments:

“But it’s your job to put things back/clean up after me!”

It’s not. It’s deeply strange how people suddenly feel so entitled inside a store. A staff member is there to assist you shopping, not be your nanny. We shouldn’t have to clean up after you. You are not a child - clean up after yourself.

“I’m creating jobs when I -inconvenience store workers in some way-”

No, Cheryl, you’re not making jobs by leaving your empty starbucks cup on my shelf. I would have this job regardless of you making it more difficult, and my company isn’t going to hire more people just because you do. They just expect me to deal with it.

Markiplier Gothic

-The lucky flannel has returned. The lucky flannel will always return. You cannot seem to destroy the lucky flannel. No matter how many times you steal it and burn it in the woods behind your house, it always makes its way back to him. You have tried to warn him many times, warn him that the luck comes with a price, warn him that the flannel will one day demand that all debts are paid; he has not heard your warnings, or perhaps he is ignoring them. Either way, you sadly conclude, it is too late. He is too far gone now.
You stop trying to steal the lucky flannel.

-“Herb lore,” you hear one, solitary voice chirp. It is a voice you do not recognize.
“Herb lore.” Responds another.
A cacophony of voices suddenly surround you. “Herb lore, herb lore, HERB LORE!” They chant, although not quite in unison.
You do not know where these voices are coming from, nor do you remember when you started chanting with them. With each passing repetition, you forget a little more about the life you lived before herb lore. You keep chanting anyway.

- @markiplier uses a slightly different voice for approximately 4 and a half seconds in a video. By the time you click away and open a new tab, Tumblr has created a character out of this voice. They have named him Kevin. Kevin now has four ask blogs and twelve fan blogs, seven of which have some variant of the phrase “protection squad” in their usernames. One of them is dedicated solely to NSFW KevinxAntisepticeye fan fiction. It already has 300 followers.

-Every once and a while, you hear the Ancient Ones howling outside your window in the middle of the night. “COLA AND MEAL PLEASE, NO BREAD,” they shriek. You do not know what this means. You are too afraid to ask.

-“Markiplier’s fanbase is a bunch of 12 year olds,” you hear them say. You look around, but you can’t see any. You realize that you can’t remember the last time you saw a 12 year old at all. What does a 12 year old look like? How long have you been older than 12? Were you ever 12?
You turn to the person nearest to you. It is a middle-aged man. He has a wife and two children. He works in accounting.
“How old are you?” You ask.
“12,” he replies.
You scream.

-“Subscribe for More!” reads the cheerful font at the end of the compilation video. It is not a suggestion.

-A blonde woman in an alien-themed sweatshirt passes you in the grocery store. As she walks around your cart, her arm brushes against a six pack of Corona.
“I CAN’T DRINK THAT, OR I WILL LITERALLY DIE,” a voice booms, the noise crackling in the air like lightning. The woman glances at you and you nod, confirming that, yes, you heard it too.

-“Shares are a little low this month,” he tells you. Something about his tone fills you with a strange, primal fear. You share his videos with your friends. You share them with family. You write the URLS on pieces of paper and staple them to trees.
“Shares are a little low this month.”
You’re positive it’s a warning this time.

-You go on a date with Markiplier. “You look so familiar. Have we met?” he asks. You decide not to tell him that you have. You have done all of this before. You have always been on this date with Markiplier.
There are now two Markipliers. You are holding them both at gunpoint. You know that the one on the left is the real one, because you have done this before. You have always been doing this.
You shoot the one on the left anyway.
Afterwards, you go out for ice cream.
“Bonjour!” The man behind the counter smiles. His eyes are not yet filled with quiet desperation. He must not know about the time loop.
You go on a date with Markiplier.

{PART 1} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; You drive to your boss‘s house with the intention of returning his wallet he left at the office. You feel uneasy, seeing his manor for the first time - Jungkook also feels uneasy, but for reasons that you could never begin to imagine.

A/N; This is the first instalment of a request I received that I decided to turn into a series that will contain smut. I’ll release a new chapter every Tuesday between 9pm-10pm (U.K Time), I hope you enjoy part 1 ^^

{Part 1} {Part 2}

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001: SILVER LINING

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: angst

word count: 1,186

description: “Pull over. Let me drive for a while.”

note: I kind of decided to start this out of the blue. There are days when I want to write, but I don’t necessarily know what, so that’s why I’m starting this. They won’t be everyday or on a schedule, just purely to test out different aus and such. But yeah, hope you guys enjoy!  ♡ 


Silence.

It had been exactly two hours and twenty-seven minutes of torturous silence.

The only sound that managed to break through was the low hum of the car engine as the landscape turned into miles and miles of endless trees lining both sides of the road. Not even the radio was playing in an attempt to stunt the pained thoughts that you couldn’t seem to stop from cycling through your mind.

One more day. That’s it. That’s all you have left together.

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Daddy Issues

Pairing: JungKook & Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Summary: A top student, marks always high. College was not a dream for her…Except she didn’t have enough money. Her parents never earned much so they literally took care of themselves. Her boss acting as a dick towards her she quited her job. Even though she had no idea what she let herself into this was her only option.

Other Chapters: 1 -  3  -  4 - 5 - 6 - 7

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Spider-Man WHAT?! (Tom Holland!Peter Parker x reader)(slight smut)

Hey guys!!! I hope you guys enjoy this one, it’s an idea I’ve had for a while now. This is kind of a strange prompt, but hopefully you guys like it and support my weirdness (because let’s be real, I’m always getting weird). This is another slight smut (I think these are becoming my favorites to write 😂). The song mentioned in this is ‘Spider-Man D-ck’ by Cupcakke. She has another song called ‘Deepthroat’ that’s pretty funky too. These songs are things me and my friends laugh about. I laugh every time I hear either of these songs. Seriously 😂. Anyway, don’t forget to leave requests and things in my inbox! I would love it if you did. I love you guys!!! Hollanders for the win <3 (P.S. I’m about to fly alone for the first time so wish me luck especially because I have almost two hours before I board :( (Curse my need to be early).
- Xoxo K

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Warnings: Peter and reader get into kinda smutty territory, but nothing too intense. Actually scratch that, after reading it again I’d say it’s kinda intense. It’s kinda like the “gives you special feels” fan fiction if you know what I’m talking about… Basically smut on training wheels if that makes any sense 😂 (Just like Peter and the training wheels protocol) Also, some swearing.

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It was just like any other day. Peter came over to the tower to hang out with you and the other Avengers. Only, you were off doing your own thing at the moment. You were up on your floor of the tower listening to music and texting your friends from school. You and your friend, Laura always liked to find really weird songs and send them to each other (I do this with my friends. If you know any, send me some, I’ll love you forever) and that’s exactly what you two were doing now. During this exchange strange but hilarious songs, you found one in particular that caught your eye while you were scrolling. You just couldn’t help but listen to it. The song was so sexual and so hilarious, you just couldn’t help it. You paused your music and picked up your phone, taking off towards the elevator while laughing your ass off. When you reached the floor of the common room, everyone was either talking with each other or watching whatever was on the TV. As soon as the doors opened, everyone stopped to look at you. I mean, you were basically gasping for air and tears were streaming down your face. “I-” you started, still laughing. “I-I Just found the FUNNIEST song on this planet.” You said finally, still laughing. You moved over to the counter top in the kitchen area and took a seat on one of the high stools, setting your phone down on the cold marble surface. Everyone looked at you funny, but moved quickly over to where you were. Peter sat next to you at the counter, and rested his chin on your shoulder when you pressed play. Everyone’s faces quickly showed confusion as the song started. You skipped over the intro and right to the beginning of the lyrics. “the dick connected to my walls like it’s Spider-Man” Peter immediately lifted his chin up off of your shoulder, and a blush rose to his cheeks as the lyrics continued. “My saliva don’t dry up even by a fan” Peter was completely shocked by now, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “You got me caught up in yo web, you my Spider-Man” You were laughing your ass off even more by now. Tony, Sam, and Clint soon joined you in your fit of laughter. Natasha looked slightly entertained and slightly concerned, as did Wanda. Vision and Thor just looked flat out confused, while Steve shook his head trying to suppress a small smile. You pressed pause on the song and turned to wrap your arms around Peter in a sloppy hug. Resting your head on his shoulder, you sighed happily. Tony fought through his laughter to speak. “D-don’t…” Tony started, still trying to fight through his laughter. “Don’t sweat it too much, Parker.” Tony said. Peter looked up at Tony, expecting some kind of reassurance from the embarrassment. “Yeah, Pete.” You said in response to Tony. “Just some girl who made a song.” Tony looked towards you. “Hey Y/N, maybe you should write your own song about Spider-Man’s dick” Tony said, laughing. “I mean, after all, you’re the only one besides him who knows what it can do…” Tony said gesturing to Peter. You unwrapped an arm from Peter’s torso and hit Tony on the shoulder. Peter’s eyes widened and his cheeks tinted an even deeper shade than before (if that was even possible). You brought your arm back to Peter’s body. You run your hand down his muscular chest, stopping to circle your index finger over his abs. You felt Peter tense slightly as you leaned your head on his shoulder once more, finger still circling his muscular midsection. Clint, Natasha, and Steve left to go train by now and Thor and Vision had already left to go do their own thing. It was just you and Peter now… and Tony and Sam, but they were engaged in their own conversation so you two assumed they wouldn’t hear you if you whispered. “What are you doing?” Peter whispered to you. You looked up at Peter with innocent eyes. “What ever do you mean, darling?” You whisper back. Peter looks at you with stern eyes before looking straight ahead, trying to ignore your fingers working so close to his most sensitive area. You realize what he’s trying to do and move your hands lower until you feel his hand grab yours. Your head snaps up and your eyes lock with his. “All this talk about your manhood,” You say, looking down at his growing bulge. “Has got me all… hot and bothered.” You say seductively, biting Peter’s ear lightly. You feel him shudder pleasurably and you smirk. “You know what?” Peter starts. You pull away from his ear and give him a raised eyebrow in response. “I’m going to make everyone hear what this 'Spider-Man dick’ can do to a girl” Peter says through gritted teeth. “I’m going to give it to you so hard-” Peter cuts off as he sees Sam and Tony staring at you and him from across the counter. Tony looked almost traumatized. “WHAT THE FU-” THE END

View | jaehyun

Genre: bodyguard!AU | fluff, angst, mild swearing and a lot of sarcasm.

Member: Jaehyun / reader (3rd person perspective!!!!!)

Word count: 3000+

Note: There will be a part 2!

Summary: “You’re staring.”

“I like the view”

“What, of London?”

“London doesn’t compare to you”

(or the one where she doesn’t need him, but maybe she wants him.)

part: one | two

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

“No.”

“You’re being unreasonable. “ Jaehyun says, crossing his arms.

She shrugs, “I disagree.”

He sighs, “Look your Highness-”

“Don’t call me that.” She interrupts, crossing her legs.

“Okay princess.” He drawls sarcastically, “You simply can’t refuse to have a bodyguard without a valid reason.” He sighs.

She cocks her head, raising a eyebrow, “I have a valid reason!” She assures.

“Let’s hear it.” he demands.

“I don’t like your face.” She blurts. He frowns and she crosses her arms to mimic him.

“And you think my face is going to hinder my ability to protect you?” He questions.

“It could!” She assures in a seriousness that almost makes him laugh, “What if you’re looking at your reflection in a store window or your phone screen and someone kidnaps me?” She cries.

“Trust me, they’d bring you back.” He muttered scratching his head.

“What?”

“I said we’d get you back.” he enunciates, “Our job is to make sure nothing happens to you- for God’s sake I’m a trained professional you can’t just-”

“I don’t need a bodyguard. I don’t even need a guard dog, I’m perfectly capable of looking after myself!” She cries in frustration, running her fingers through her hair.

To silence that follows is a mutual agreement for a break- to regroup, relax, grab a glass of water or a snack before they come back to finish the conversation. He sighs, she kicks her feet like she feels guilty for something and looks down at the table. There’s a pack of cigarettes and a lighter that sit kindly beside an economist magazine and a small receipt like checklist of everything she needs to pack.

Paris.

Her fingers tap at her upper arm and she looks away to the wall to study the paint. He adjusts his suit, tugging at the collar of his shirt, “You’re stuck with me princess.” He says eventually.

Her neck snaps back to look at him. She wrinkles her nose, “Keep your distance.”




paris

She sitting on a smooth wooden bench in the center of the Louvre. The room is empty, cleared by security for her protection and she’s staring at a painting. Its called ‘The Embarkation for Cythera’ and her chin is resting on her fist. One leg is crossed over the other and she quickly adjust the denim skirt she’s wearing. She’s got a brochure in one hand and headphones in her ears where jazz floods her senses.

Jaehyun is a few meters to her left, watching her closely as she stares curiously at the art. She yanks her headphones out, “What?” She snaps, sighing and turning to look at him.

“I didn’t say anything.” He shrugs.

She rolls her eyes, “You’re staring.”

He shrugs again, “That’s my job.”

She shakes her head, “No, your job is to protect me. You could do that from the control room or from the other side of this room but instead you’re stood as close as you can get without it being suspicious and you’re staring.” she explains.

He licks his lips and points to the painting before her, “This is one of my favourite paintings.”

She raises an eyebrow, “So you were staring at the painting?” She asks, knowing full well he wasn’t.

He nods, walking closer to sit on the bench next to her, “Not everything’s about you princess.”

They sit quietly together, neither too bothered to fill the silence. The absence of crowds who discus meaningless matters makes her feel lonely and isolated but she’s learnt to be with herself. “Why did you take this job?” She pipes up, not quite sure why she’s interested.

He cocks his head to look at the painting and licks his lips, “Patriotic duty.”

She laughs, “You’re funny.”

He turns to look at her, “You don’t believe me?”

She scoffs, “I don’t even think you believe you.”

“Okay.” He says carefully, crossing his arms, “Why do you think I took the job?”

She pauses and watches him carefully. She holds up her hand, “I have two theories.” She states.

He smirks, “I’m all ears.”

“the first-” she starts, her posture changing because she’s in her element, “Is that you were bored. You got sick and tired of foreign business men and all that bureaucracy and you heard the rumours.”

He raises an eyebrow, “What rumours?”

“The ones about me.” She says, pointing to herself. He scoffs but she continues, “You heard about the strange princess who doesn’t buy into this whole royalty thing and you were curious.”

“Curious enough to leave the KCIA and baby sit a brat?” He asks sarcastically.

She clicks her fingers, “Or you were fired. I’m still developing some more theories.” she sighs.

He scoffs a laugh, “Yeah well keep looking.”

She sighs again, turning back to the painting. The silence becomes deafening, an unbearable reminder that she’s always alone and completely segregated from the rest of society. He can see the sadness in her eyes, he saw it the moment he met her when she watched her distant family’s children dancing in the gardens of the palace. He sees it every time she has to attend some event or smile at some strangers her parents introduce her to, even sometimes when she watches students on their way to school, laughing with their friends.

“So which one is your favourite painting?” He asks quietly, trying to give her some kind of human interaction before she locks herself in her hotel room.

She swallows, scratching her head, “I hate art.”

He frowns, “Why are you here?”

She shrugs, looking around the room at the different paintings. “I wanted to feel less alone.” she says quietly.

He rolls his eyes, “Yikes, do you ever stop feeling sorry for yourself?” He asks tiredly.

She glares, “Fuck you.”

He shakes his head, “There are many ways to feel less alone, like hookers.” he suggests.

She tries to stay angry but her lips threaten a smile and she looks down at her hands, “You’re funny.” she states once more, but this time he doesn’t think it’s sarcastic.

He points, “You should smile more.”

She waves him off even though he looks smug because he can see her trying not to grin, “Shut up.”




She’s curled against the window with a book half open in her hands and her legs bent against her body. Jaehyun’s sitting in a leather chair nearby, looking around the room while his fingers tap anxiously against the arm of the seat. He sighs loudly, “How long are we going to be here?” he asks.

“How long is a rope?” she retorts, not testing her eyes from the book.

“Long enough to hang myself with.” He replies.

“Oh, boo-hoo, your life is so miserable.” She says sarcastically, turning a page.

He sighs again, glancing around the room. The building has high ceilings with shelves the reach as high as they can. Books are in piles on coffee table before leather chairs and large windows let in light to show dust over some of them. He pushes some aside with his feet, distantly curious but barely caring enough to sit up properly. He glances at her, “What are you reading?” He asks in an attempt to appease his boredom.

She sighs, “It’s called Man’s Search For Meaning.”

He cocks his head, “Is it a self help book?” He mocks.

She scoffs, “You’re an idiot.”

He rolls his eyes, “You’re mean.” he points out.

“No.” She begins, “I dislike persistent human interaction, something I cannot get away from as long as you continue to be present in my life because your contract says you need to shadow me 24/7” she hisses.

There’s a pause and he points to her, “Mean.” He repeats.

She rolls her eyes.

He watches her read, the light from the window falling on her face like she’s waking up from a dream and her hair is tucked behind her ear. She flicks through the book like she’s hungry for some kind of intellect she can’t find in her everyday world and she bites her lip when she concentrates. “You’re staring again.” She states, not looking up from the pages.

He clicks his tongue, “I like the view.”

She looks up and raises and eyebrow, “Excuse me?”

He points to the window that overlooks le canal saint martin where trees grow along the pavement and provide shade to couples who sit on benches and watch the water flow. “Paris is beautiful.” He states with a smirk.

She rolls her eyes, “It’s famous for that.”

He cocks his head, “So are you.”

She sighs loudly and lays the book down against her lap. “Are you flirting with me?” She asks carefully.

He shrugs, “You’re pretty, we’re in Paris, might as well make the most of a bad situation.” he crosses his arms.

She shakes her head, “Your job is to protect me, not take me out.”

He sighs loudly, a grunt emitting from his throat, “Buzzkill.”

She stares at him a little longer, “You’re so unprofessional, there is no way you can protect me more than I can myself.”

“Wanna bet?” He replies without a beat.

“Do I get to go back to reading if I agree?” she says tiredly, rubbing her eyes.

He nods, “Pinky promise.”

She smirks slightly, “What’s the bet?”

He points to her, “You get a point every time you don’t need me, I get a point every time you do.”

She smiles, “You’re on.”




new york

They’re sitting in a red leather booth by the window. The floor is tiled black and white and there’s a rainbow coloured juke box in a corner where a Beatles song is playing over the speakers. She’s scarfing down a burger and the fluorescent lighting from the diner stings her eyes, it’s a contrast from the darkness outside. Jaehyun sits opposition her with his arms crossed to match the boredom on his face.

she glances at him, “Don’t look so glum.” she giggles with a childlike grin.

“You’re drunk.” he points out.

She giggles again, slurping from her milkshake and crossing a leg over the other. She’s wearing his jacket because she didn’t have one of her own and the velvet dress was too thin to keep any heat in. “You’re a buzzkill.” she retorts.

He purses his lips, “You’re an idiot.”

I’m a princess.” She reminds, wagging her finger back and forth.

He rolls his eyes, “You snuck out and went clubbing.”

She shrugs, “I like the music.” But her lip lifts into a smirk and he knows she’s still sober enough to be herself.

“You can’t ditch your security.” He repeats for what feels like the hundredth time.

She shakes her head, “I think you’ll find that I can, and I did.”

“It’s dangerous.” He enunciates, leaning forward.

She scoffs and waves him off, “The only dangerous thing about tonight is the blister on my foot.”

“Or-” he Interrupts, snatching her milkshake and taking a gulp, “The guy who followed you to the club, the one who nearly slipped something into your drink and the one who tried to hit on you.”

She frowns, “You’re the one who followed me to the club, you’re saying I was in danger of you?”

He pauses, narrowing his eyes, “You knew?” He asks.

She breathes a laugh, “Of course I knew, and what was wrong with the guy who tried to hit on me?” she adds absentmindedly, finally finishing off her burger.

He raises an eyebrow, “Really?” She just stares so he sighs and points to his wrist, “Gang tat on his arm.”

“Oh, a bad boy.” She giggled again, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol.

“A very bad boy.” He reminds.

She smiles like he’s the funniest guy on earth and he tries his best not to stare too long because she really is very beautiful. She picks up the menu again, scanning through the options, glancing at him every few seconds. She hesitates, opens her mouth a few times but doesn’t say anything.

She folds the menu and puts it down, “I have another theory.” She states.

He narrows his eyes, “Alright.” He nods.

She licks her lips and crosses her arms “You’re running away from something.”

He cocks his head and she thinks she’s getting somewhere, “Continue.”

She shrugs, “That’s all I’ve got. Maybe you fucked up, hurt someone or got hurt- I’ve seen the scar on your hip.”

His arms instinctively tighten together and he wrinkles his nose, “You been checking me out?” He smirks, trying to deflect.

She shrugs again, “I like the view.”

“Now princess, are you flirting with me?” he questions, leaning forward in his seat and pressing his forearms into the table.

He’s got this smile on his face like he knows what she’s going to say. She smiles back, like they’re drunk idiots at 4am eating junk food somewhere in the middle of new York. She wipes her lip with her thumb and rest her elbows on the table, her head resting in her hands. They’re close enough that she’s pretty sure he can heart her heart slamming against her rib cage, “You’re beautiful.” She murmurs.

He cocks his head, his hand reaching out and pushing the hair away from her face. He tucks it behind her ear and she sighs, closing her eyes, “You’re drunk.” He says sadly.

She giggles, only making everything crash down around them much faster, “‘Yes I’m drunk, and you’re beautiful. And tomorrow I’ll be sober-’

‘And you’ll still be beautiful.’” he finishes. He sighs, letting his hand drop, “Its late princess, let’s get you home.”

She smiles again when she sees his cheeks flushed red and as he leads her out of the diner, his hand is on the small of her back, trying to keep her steady. He tries his best not to touch her for too long in case he kisses her but he helps her climb into the car and she holds onto his hand a little too tight like she doesn’t want to let go of him.

He smiles.

Her: 1

Jaehyun: 1




She’s panting, sweat dripping down her forehead and her shirt clings to her body. She takes a swig of her water bottle and wipes her cheek, trying to cool herself down. She looks over the cliff, staring down into what seems like the abyss and smiles. She’s trekked all this distance, wading through the dirt and gravel and the grass that scratches her ankles while the sun beat down on her skin.

“I didn’t take you for a hiking person.” Jaehyun huffs out.

She chugs a gulp of water and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, “I wanted to try something new.”

He shakes his head and clicks his tongue, knowing full well she did it to get some space and, and sighs, “Right.”

“Anyway-” She shrugs, stepping over a rock, “This is fun.”

“Oh yeah, 1000° of fun.” he mocks sarcastically, wiping his forehead.

She scoffs, “I didn’t take you for a whiner.” She mutters.

He smirks, “Sexually or just in general?”

“You’re hilarious.” She says breathlessly, placing her hands on her hips as she stands straight, trying to get some air into her lungs. He keeps walking as she looks at the distant view of the city.

“You need to stop princess?” Jaehyun calls from ahead.

She swallows, looking up at him and shakes her head with a grin, “Not a chance.” She assures, jogging to catch up with him.

He’s not in his suit for once. They’re both in workout gear, trainers and T-shirts and sweat all over their bodies but they’re both smiling at each other as they continue to hike up the sandy hill. “I have a question.” he breathes heavily.

She keeps walking, “Okay.”

He takes a gulp of water, “Why are you off gallivanting the world with no specific purpose?”

“I have a purpose.” She points out nonchalantly.

“Care to share?” he asks curiously.

She shrugs, “I want to gallivant the world.”

He nods, “That’s a good argument.” He points out, almost impressed.

But he’s got this tone to his voice that makes her eyes narrow, “But you don’t believe me.” She states, wiping the sweat from her forehead again.

He smirks, “I don’t even think you believe you.”

She shrugs and keeps walking, “Okay, what do you think my purpose for doing all of this is?” she asks tiredly.

He follows after her, still sweating from everywhere, “I have one theory.” He states.

“Only one?” She replies, raising an eyebrow.

He sighs disappointingly, “Yes sorry, only one.”

She smiles softly, “Let’s hear it.” She orders.

He stops, taking a deep breath and placing his hands on his hips. He pants through his words and she stops next to him. “I think you’re running away from something.”

He waits for a reaction that never comes, she just keeps panting, stays silent and tries to regain her breath. She swallows, hands on her knees and shakes her head, “Aren’t we all?” She responds, standing upright and staring at him. “And that’s not a very original theory, I seem to remember using it myself.” She reminds.

He cocks his head, “And now you’re deflecting.”

She smirks, “Well aren’t you a smart one.” She says sarcastically with no tone of anger in her voice which tells him she’s not upset he’s starting to figure her out, maybe because she doesn’t think he’ll get very far.

“I think you don’t want to be queen, or princess even.” He adds, “I think this is your way of experiencing life outside of that.”

She almost rolls her eyes, “A child could have diagnosed that.” she starts to walk up the hill again, lugging her body up the steep slope.

He raises an eyebrow, “Diagnosed?” He calls after her.

“Yeah” she calls back, “It’s called the grass is always greener on the other side or um… wanting what you can’t have?” but there’s a hint of bitterness to her voice and he knows she’s annoyed.

“And what you want is a normal life.” He states.

She narrows her eyes and stops walking, her hands on her hips. She takes a deep breath and sighs. She hesitates telling him, she’s not the kind to complain but she feels like he needs to understand her. She swallows, “You’ve seen my life; the glitz and glam and everything that goes on behind it. I was never in line for the throne so for a while, I knew what it was like to have none of that. I went to school, I was a bartender i…” She pauses, her eyebrows furrowed like she really needs an honest answer. “I never wanted to be princess, and then suddenly my uncle dies and my mum becomes… I’m thrown into this limelight, I had no choice in that!” She says louder, like she’s getting riled up, “I thought I could get used to it, if I pretend enough it’ll become reality right?” She takes a breath, looking away from him and watching the birds fly over the distant cliffs, “But I know this isn’t where I’m supposed to be.” she mutters.

He cocks his head, “You’re thinking about this the wrong way.” He points out, moving to stand closer to her. “We’re in the 21st century, you can be anything you want. You can be princess and have a job, you can go to school and rule a country. The possibilities are limitless! You could buy your own bar and work for yourself.” He pauses, “People look up to you princess. Show them what you got.”

She smiles softly, feeling uplifted into a new realm of thought. But she doesn’t tell him, only shoves him away with a giggle and takes off running towards the summit of the cliff- “Last one there’s a rotten egg!” she cries behind her.

Jae smiles softly and shakes his head, this girl.

Her: 2

Jaehyun: 1

(She beats him, she thinks that deserves a point no matter what)

part: one | two

anonymous asked:

Hello friend 😄 I don't know if you'd write this, but can I please make a reader x Dr. Strange request where the reader starts her period in the middle of the night and is woken up by the pain. She tries to sneak out to sleep on the couch so she won't wake him, but he senses her pain which wakes him up in a frantic panic looking for the reader cos he thinks she is hurt/being attacked or something. Thanks !

Pairing: Dr. Strange x Reader
Fandom: MCU
Warnings: fluff and a small part with language

A/N: hey sweety! hope this is what you were thinking of when sending me the prompt <33 It’s just something fluffy and short!

If you could sue Mother Nature for paying you a visit once a month, you’d do it in an instant.

Why couldn’t she just knock on your door and say “Hello (Y/N), you’re not pregnant, goodbye.”

Instead, she had to make you bleed out of your vagina for 4-7 days, packaged with mood swings and pain.

Sometimes the pain was manegable, but tonight you woke up from it. And waking up from pain is never a good sign.

Stephen was on the other side of the bed, so you got out of it, trying your best not to disturb his sleep and went into the bathroom to make yourself a hot-water bag.

Once that was done, you grabbed your blanket and moved to the couch. You doubted you would get any more sleep tonight. The pain would keep you up all night and you’d move a lot to find a position that didn’t hurt. 

So it was best to just stay on the couch. Stephen needed his sleep.

The pain was getting worse by the second and at one point, you simply gave up trying to fall back asleep.

So you tried to make yourself as comfortable as possible, with the hot-water bag on your stomach and grabbed a book off the coffee table, turning on the light behind you to at least get some reading done. 

You hadn’t done that in ages. A shame, really. You always loved reading.

You only got as far as a few pages, before Stephen started mumbling in his sleep. You turned around to see what was going on and jumped a little when he woke up yelling your name.

“(Y/N)?!” he frantically looked around when he didn’t find you lying next to him, then he got up and was ready to fight whomever was hurting you.

Shit.

You quickly got up and ran over to him.

“Wait! I’m okay! Stephen!”

You placed your hands on either side of his face, pulling him down to kiss him over and over again, only quick kisses, until he realized that you were here and okay.

“(Y/N). I thought.. I..,” he gulped.

“Yes, I know. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I.. got my period and I was having cramps so I crashed on the couch,” you softly caressed the sides of his face with your thumbs, trying to calm him down. “Go back to bed.”

“Not without you.”

“I won’t be able to sleep and will turn every five seconds because of the pain.”

He thought for a second, then knelt down in front of you.

Your first thought?

‘Holy shit, he’s proposing NOW?!’ 

And then you started to panic.

“Stephen, oh god, please don’t, not now!”

“Wha..- I’m not proposing (Y/N).”

Awkward.

“Oh. Oh, yeah. That’s cool, I didn’t think you were,” you laughed it off, but you wanted to press a pillow against your face and scream as loudly as possible.

But he simply smiled at you and used his magic on your belly.

You watched him with curious eyes.

In a matter of seconds, your cramps were gone. 

No pain anymore. 

None at all, in fact.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now? You can do that?”

He got up, a smug grin on his face.

“I’d like to go back to the marriage thing, because if you think I’m ever letting you go now, knowing that you can do that, you’re wrong.”

“I’ll keep it in mind then.”

The two of you made your way back to the bed and you were able to fall asleep with your back pressed against his chest.

Like I Would (Tom)

Requested- 1) an imagine about young Tom Riddle? 2) a tom riddle one where you`re his only friend and he kinda likes you more than just friends?

Song: ZAYN - Like I Would
‘He won’t do you right’

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“You won’t believe what happened in Potions today.”

Tom Riddle, a very charming yet manipulative best friend of yours, replies. “We were in the same classroom, though.” You glare at him. He chuckles ever so gently, “fine, try me.”

“I dropped a whole bottle of unicorn hair into my mixture, but, I was smart enough to get away and find another empty cauldron to start new. I may have told Slughorn that the messed up potion belongs to somebody else,” you state, placing a strand of your hair behind your ear. That habit of yours is something you do quite often, as Tom has noticed over time.

“I do think—” He speaks, but is interrupted by another person’s voice.

“Y/n, here you are.” Your boyfriend, Hyde, greets loudly as if he is cutting Tom off on purpose. He glances at your best friend, “Riddle.”

“Kurstin,” Tom glares at Hyde in return. “Gracing us with your undesired appearance, as always.” Hyde lunges forward, trying to get to Tom, but the later dodges easily. “Trust me, you won’t want me sending you spells.”

“That’s enough, Hyde! Just go. Stop talking to him like that.” You move past the boys and leave. You can hear Hyde calling your name and catching up to you, but you don’t turn around. This happens almost every other day. 

Well, this time, it’s a little different.

“Y/n y/l/n! You stop right there! Right now!” Hyde shouts, making you freeze in your tracks. You know he can be a bit emotional sometimes, but you’re surprised to hear him this mad. He catches up to you and grabs you by the arms. “How dare you walk away from me, you bitch!”

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My Turn to contribution to ‘humans are weird’

Imagine aliens landing in somewhere like Australia and Canada studying the animals and humans being like this makes sense so far also seeing our metric system being like this makes logical sense. 

Alien: so you start temperature with 0 at water freezing point and 100 at boiling point got it 

Human: yup we’re pretty smart 

Alien: is there anything else I need to know before I go to America 

Human: no I think you’re good to go. Oh wait they hav- 

Alien: *teleports to America* 

Human: they have the imperial system *sigh*


Alien: greetings human can you tell me where I am and the current temperature as well as what you would like to be called how tall you are, how much you weigh and if you’re a permanent resident of this area 

Human: are yea sure you’re in Texas and it’s currently *checks phone* 85 degrees, I’m 6 foot 2 and weigh 158 pounds and yea you can call me Paul. I live here do you want me to show u around or something- 

Alien: ok 85 degrees… Wait 85 degrees the human doctor Dave told me that I can’t light humans on fire because they cannot survive in high temperatures. Have you Americans evolved to withstand such high temperatures? 

Human: Wait no Dave’s right I think you’ve just been around Celsius in America we use Fahrenheit 

Alien: ok, and you said you were six feet two 

*Picks up human by ankle to measure foot* 

Alien: strange the human Tiffany never said you measured things in body parts 

Human: I didn’t mean literal feet they’re just called that, a foot is 12 inches Americans use the imperial system. Now can you put me down. 

Alien: can you inform me which other countries use this system 

Human: uh we’re basically the only ones 

Alien: *stops transcribing and stares at human Paul* 

Alien: *writes* note Americans are the ★▷▶♂✛✣⬜◀▶ of Earth they do not listen to reason and measure things in body parts

anonymous asked:

greed caring so much about his dublith gang though, like here is someone who SHOULD HAVE BEEN FUHRER

fuck you for putting this idea in my head because im now imagining, based on the roughly 400 separate instances of Greed trying to save individual humans during the Promised Day, him trying to be Fuhrer.

Greed: Well it’s not the world, but ruler of the country aint a bad gig for now. Wrath better be turning over in his grave seein’ this.
Adviser: Fuhrer sir! You’re needed for an urgent meeting. Our spies in Creta say the country’s consolidating their military power and planning an attack. They’re trying to take advantage of our vulnerability while we rebuild.
Greed: Ah shit. Really? Well what are we supposed to do?
Adviser: Uh, well we suffered a lot of losses from the Promised Day, but we still have about 50,000 troops available. We could focus our power near the Creta border preemptively.
Greed: What? You want to send humans out there?
Adviser: Uh…..yes. As opposed to–?
Greed: You idiot, humans are fragile! Most soldiers aren’t even alchemists how do you expect them to survive when you just toss them out on the battlefield like that?
Adviser: I mean we….we do have some state alchemists. too. They would–we would send them also. We just–
Greed: Nah shut up. Screw the meeting. Where’s my car? I’ll go talk to this “Creta” myself. Teach them a thing or two about threatening my property.
Adviser: Creta is…an entire country, sir. 
Greed, summoning his full-body shield: Yeah and it’s MY country now. Someone GET ME THE CAR. Let’s see how Creta’s president plans to argue against THIS. *punches out a window with his carbon fist*

This leads to quite a strange blip in Amestrian history. Looking through the timeline is pretty much: The first Fuhrer, “Fuhrer X” was well-known for his military strategy. “Fuhrer Y”, his successor, was gifted in negotiating for land and weaponry. “Fuhrer Bradley” was a conqueror who earned absolute trust and loyalty from his men. Following him, “Fuhrer Greed” just…he stormed into other countries and beat up their presidents until he got what he wanted. A lot. The military shrunk to 1/5 of its size because most of Amestris’s foreign policies were handled by the Fuhrer kicking the shit out of other rulers and declaring the country “mine now.” The next Fuhrer, Fuhrer Mustang, rather boringly went back to “foreign policy” and “negotiations”. Retired Fuhrer Greed stated that this was “lame” and out of boredom decided to go conquer Xing, much to everyone’s satisfaction.

However this did lead to several instances of Fuhrer Mustang having to turn down invitations to “fight me” passed along from Emperor Greed.

✧ ` / FFVII PROMPTS.

❛ No matter where I go and what I do, it won’t change a thing. ❜
❛ A floating city… pretty unsettling scenery. ❜
❛ If everything’s a dream, don’t wake me. ❜
❛ I’ve… been thinking, too… about the universe… people… the planet… ❜
❛ It’s gonna counterattack with its laser! ❜
❛ Don’t fight here! You’ll ruin the flowers! ❜
❛ It’s good for absolutely nothing! ❜
❛ I want to know you. The real you. ❜
❛ I think they believe I have what it takes to be in SOLDIER! ❜
❛ Let’s see how compatible _____ and I are! ❜
❛ I won’t let you do it! The future is not only yours! ❜
❛ It’s too dangerous, I can’t get you involved. ❜
❛ I’ll be going now. I’ll come back when it’s all over. ❜
❛ A promise is a promise. ❜
❛ That don’t sound right! ❜
❛ Stop actin’ like a damn kid. ❜
❛ Is it right to go on? ❜
❛ They’re all gone. ❜
❛ Right now, I don’t really know. ❜
❛ Will they … will they ever forgive me? ❜
❛ The hell you so calm about? ❜
❛ But, damn man, that thing gives me the creeps… ❜
❛ We’ll jump from here!! ❜
❛ Well to me it looks like a golden shiny wire of hope. ❜
❛ Anyone who don’t wanna get their face bashed in better get outta the way!! ❜
❛ This whole thing’s stupid. Let’s keep goin’. ❜
❛ If I was alone, this wouldn’t be a thang, but I got a reputation to protect. ❜
❛ That some kinda disease? ❜
❛ I’ve been here since the beginning and I still don’t know what the hell’s goin’ on. ❜
❛ I’m going, going, going, gone! ❜
❛ I know you got problems… ❜
❛ But you gotta understand that there ain’t no gettin’ offa this train. ❜
❛ I’ll go upside your spikey blonde head and bring you back to normal! ❜
❛ Seein’ a place like this, makes you realize how awesome nature is. ❜
❛ If I did have to live here I’d change things around ‘n’ make it better. ❜
❛ What the hell am I sayin’!? ❜
❛ D-d-d-damn! My head hurts! ❜
❛ Words aren’t the only way to tell someone how you feel. ❜
❛ I made it this far, believing in the memories we shared. ❜
❛ This isn’t happening! It’s too cruel! ❜
❛ A memory is something that has to be consciously recalled, right? ❜
❛ People have many things pent up inside of themselves. ❜
❛ This day will never come again, so let me have this moment. ❜
❛ So many things they can never forget. Strange, isn’t it? ❜
❛ It’s only a few more floors anyway! ❜
❛ I’ve got the wrong person. ❜
❛ You’re here… Everyone’s all together. ❜
❛ Together… we can do anything. ❜
❛ We’ve worked this hard already. ❜
❛ As long as I’m with you… ❜
❛ As long as you’re by my side… I won’t give up. ❜
❛ I won’t give up even if I’m scared. ❜
❛ I don’t like two-legged things. ❜
❛ It’s pretty hard standing on two feet. ❜
❛ Would you kindly hurry? The heat is drying my nose. ❜
❛ Right, I’ve got it! ❜
❛ Your lucky color is…blue? ❜
❛ I know I have a stuffed animal body, but I’ll work really hard! ❜

Property of Dean Winchester

Originally posted by weallneedcastiel


SUMMARY: You and Jensen are best friends, you accompany him to Nashville for the convention and drunken hijinks ensue!

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x (bestfriend!)reader

Word Count: 1810

Warnings: Some swearing

A/N: So i have been struggling with writing and what not, and the other day this idea hits me. I am basing it off the information that I saw about NashCon and it just grew to this fic. This would be my first attempt at writing a possible more than friends type fic based on the actual actor. I mean no disrespect to Danneel, we will just consider her happy with someone else for the purpose of this fic. Also a huge shout out to Daddy B aka @bigdaddymongoose, she is my rock and helps me out sooo much with writing!

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“C’mon you two, let’s hit another bar!” Jared laughed, drunk off his ass already.

You giggled, watching your best friend trying to walk unaided. His bow legs making the staggering all the more comical. Finally, he made it to your side, he threw an arm around you, almost knocking the two of you to the ground.

“I think Jay here has had enough,” you snickered.

After the tour of the Jack Daniels Distillery and all the free shots, then the dart throwing game with Jason and the guys and more shots imbibed. Next, Creation Ent wanting to celebrate Jay’s birthday during the Saturday Night Special concert with you guessed it more alcohol involved. Let’s just say when Jay sang Tennessee Whiskey, he was almost three sheets to the wind then. If Jared got his way, this would be the third bar you all hit.

Jensen started shaking his head, “No, I-I think we need more bars,” he grinned. “Me likey, more acl-aco-alc-,” he furrowed his eyebrows like he was concentrating, “drinks.”

You laughed, “I think everybody is done for the night. You two have a panel in the morning, remember?” You smacked Jensen’s hand away from your face as he tried to “boop” your nose. “Stop that!”

Jared just gave you “Sam’s puppy eyes”, “Nope, Pada-gigantor, those will not work on me. I am impervious to “Mr. Awesome,” you jerked a thumb at Jensen, “you don’t stand a chance my tall friend.”

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The Dragon and the Wolf - Part 2


Synopsis: My take on the events, thoughts, and feelings from Jon and Dany’s point of view leading up to and during boatsex.
Author: Lowkeyenvy
Characters: Jon Snow x Daenerys Targaryen
Words: 2,273
Warnings: eventual nsfw
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. All rights and credits are to HBO and GRRM.
Author’s Note: Thank you all SO much for the overwhelming support for the first part of this! You all are amazing and I love this fandom! I’m sorry this second part has been delayed. I went out this afternoon and was out far longer than intended.
Tagged: @mytestamentofyouth @catherinestanke @rinsolo28 @noordinarylines @miauczyslava 

If you haven’t read Part 1, Jon’s point of view, you can read that here.

Happy reading! :)

                                               DAENERYS I

It was after what must have been the tenth time she’d looked up toward the door that evening, when she concluded he was not coming. This was a time for war after all, she had reminded herself. His mind was surely preoccupied with strategies surrounding the Northern threat. It was highly likely that he did not even spare a thought of her at this point.  

She fell gently into a chair and stared at a flickering candle in her cabin. She was nearly positive that Jon Snow had wanted to sail together for more alternative motives than just proving that they were allies. Now she wasn’t so sure. He didn’t show for supper or provide any indication that he wasn’t coming. The last time she had seen him was when they stepped foot on the ship early this afternoon. After that, they had gone their separate ways.

Was she out of her mind? Did she imagine these previous encounters in her head? It had been Jon who took her hand first on the ship back from the Wall, it had been Jon who gazed at her constantly when he thought she wasn’t paying attention, and it had been Jon who insisted that they sailed together for White Harbor. That was the last time they’d spoken to each other; when she agreed that they should sail together. She kept analyzing every word and mannerism he had made that morning at the council discussion. She doubted he was thinking of this—or any other encounter he’d had with her for that matter. And he certainly had not been replaying it constantly in his mind as she had.

Dany let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of her nose. What kind of madness had she been overcome by? He insisted they sail together yes, but she had been utterly insane to do so! Of course she couldn’t ride Drogon into the North, that would not go over well. But perhaps they should’ve sailed on separate ships. Being here and knowing that he was somewhere on this same ship with her, was driving her mad.

And he didn’t even come to supper! She had waited and waited, but he did not show. Since they stepped on the ship and went their separate ways, she had thought of nothing but seeing him again. Ser Davos and Tryion had suggested they dine without him, but she insisted that they wait. The excitement and adrenaline rush of seeing him had overcome all of her other emotions in that moment. She was certain he would come… that he was just running a little late. Surely, she lost count of how many times she had turned toward the door when her imagination convinced her that she had heard them opening.

But he had not come.

And so, in the hours that followed, Dany’s excitement had fizzled. And with it, her confidence that Jon Snow had felt something more towards her than just an alliance.

Now, after retreating to her cabins for the night, Dany had convinced herself that this entire affair was an utter fiasco that she had imagined in her head. She was right, Jon Snow’s not in love with me.

She folded her arms across her chest and focused in on the flickering candle once more. And I’m not in love with Jon Snow. Dany’s stomach instantly did a little flip at the thought.

The mere thought of him sent her emotions into a frenzy. The pair had spent a great amount of time in one another’s company and she’d grown used to him. When they weren’t discussing the Northern threat or the Southern one, they had passed the time talking to each other. About anything and everything. For Dany, Jon was the most fascinating person she had ever met. His life was entirely different to anything she had ever expected from him.

From being the bastard of Winterfell, to a member of the Night’s Watch, to Lord Commander, to King in the North, Dany took in every aspect of it. Not to mention, he was a remarkable leader, strong, passionate and handsome. Dany was in complete awe of him.

Dany could not help but to feel a heat creep slowly up her neck at the thought of the first time she’d felt something stir deep inside her due to Jon Snow. Back at the caves at Dragonstone, Jon had shown her the dragonglass. But it was when he’d placed his hand overtop of her own to guide her in the direction of the drawings of the white walkers, that she’d first felt something for the Northern king. They were in such close proximity, they were alone, they…

A soft tapping sound at the door stirred her from her thoughts.

Without warning, Dany’s heart quickened at a rapid pace. She could hear the echo of it’s thumping in her ears as she rose to her feet. She smoothed her dress out with both of her hands and sat up taller, her shoulders straight. “Come in.”

The door opened, revealing Missandei.

Dany felt her shoulders instantly drop and every last bit of hope drain from her.

Missandei bowed once and murmured a “your grace,” but Dany hardly noticed. She clenched her hand into a fist, placing it against her lips, and turned her head to look away from her. Frustration consumed her instantly.

“You have been alone in here for quite some time this evening, your grace,” Missandei said softly. Dany could tell she was trying to tread lightly.

“I’m tired, that’s all,” Dany replied absently, not even glancing up at her.

Missandei stood opposite of her, “shall I draw you a bath?”

Dany shook her head.

“Your grace, forgive me, but is something wrong? You have been acting different lately.” Missandei said, her eyes full of concern.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Dany told her, while still refusing to meet her eye.

“Yes you do,” Missandei replied stubbornly, “You are not yourself.”

Dany finally raised her eyes to look at her. She could see the concern written all over Missandei’s face. “My friend, you imagine this. I am fine.”

Missandei studied Dany’s face. She was not at all behaving like she usually did. Dany was strong. She was usually so honest and sure of herself. She wore her heart on her sleeve and was never afraid to express her thoughts, especially with Missandei. The pair had always been open with each other. Dany was the closest thing that Missandei had ever known to family. For Dany’s mind had to be preoccupied, she looked so conflicted as of late… it had to have been—

“Your grace… you would tell me if you had developed feelings for someone, would you not?”

A small blush graced Dany’s cheeks as she looked down once more. Missandei had known the Dragon Queen for quite some time now and she had never once witnessed her blush. It was a small one indeed, but it did not go unnoticed.

“Would your strange behavior have anything to do with Lord Snow?” Again, Missandei treaded lightly. She knew that Dany had been infatuated with him, but the two had never actually had the chance to discuss him in private or her Queen’s feelings for him.

Dany didn’t respond, instead, she surprisingly offered a small—almost saddened, smile.

Feeling as if she had pried enough for one evening, Missandei bowed once more, “Forgive me, your grace. It is not my place to ask such questions. I’ll leave you to get some rest.”

As she turned to leave, she stopped suddenly when Dany spoke softly, “Missandei… do you believing in such a thing as love at first sight?”

Daenerys Targaryen was indeed a strange girl at times. To anyone who did not know her, she appeared to be made of steel. Nothing could touch her, nothing could faze her. But Missandei, and the few others who were close to her knew that really, she was just as delicate… and as breakable, as anyone else.

Missandei thought for a moment, thinking of how to answer the unexpected question. “I would actually rather hope that it did not exist.”

Dany’s eyes shot up to meet hers suddenly. That was not the answer she was expecting. She furrowed her brows in confusion, “How so?”

I mean to say, why would anyone want a love like that to exist? It’s such an empty and meaningless love. A type of love that is based on value for the person, by their looks alone. A connection could be felt, of course… but not love.” Missandei paused and thought of her own love. She did not love Greyworm at first sight. She grew to love him, due to who he was as a person. “How could anyone truly fall in love with a stranger? You know nothing of their heart.”

Dany pondered this. She didn’t love Jon Snow at first sight. She actually disliked him. She did grow to like him as an ally, but it was based on pure alliance, not love. Even in the caves at Dragonstone, she did feel a deep connection and stir of feelings towards Jon, but she still didn’t call it love. No—it wasn’t until the day they had discussed Eastwatch and their plans to capture a wight that Dany began to feel more strongly towards him.

The freefolk will never follow Ser Jorah. They won’t have to. The words sometimes echoed in her mind when she least expected them. In that moment, Dany had feared for him. She had feared losing him. And she almost had. Leaving him behind was one of the hardest things she’d ever had to do. She thought for sure she was leaving him for dead. She had swore to herself while waiting for him at the Wall that she would never forgive herself. For she would have lost not only Viserion, but Jon as well.

But Jon had returned and the relief she felt was immeasurable. She stayed by his side for days, waiting for him to awaken. When he finally had, he had called her “Dany.” Something that tugged at her heart strings, though she would never admit it. Not only that, he had called her “My Queen.”

Then just days earlier at the Dragonpit, he remained loyal to her, no matter the cost. Jon had looked so distressed when Cersei put him on the spot. But still, he did not back down. “I cannot serve two queens. And I have already pledged myself to Queen Daenerys of house Targaryen.”

And later when she finally had a moment alone with him, they’d discuss the dragons that had been locked away in the pit. How this act was the beginning of the end for her family. Without dragons, the Targaryens weren’t extraordinary, they were just like everyone else. Dany truly believed this. Without her dragons, there would be nothing special about her. She would be just like everyone else. “You’re not like everyone else.”

Somewhere along the line, she wasn’t exactly sure when, there were so many memories at this point, but she fell in love with Jon Snow.

Dany placed her hand over her heart and drew in a deep breath and exhaled, finally realizing it for the first time. A smile danced across her lips.

She was in love with Jon Snow.

“I should bid you goodnight, your grace,” Missandei said. Dany looked up to her and was met with a knowing smile. She gave her a small nod and smiled in return.

Quietly, Missandei exited the room.

The moment she was gone, Dany rose to her feet. Her hands were shaking as she began to pace the room back and forth. She had to see Jon. Even if he didn’t feel the same, she had to know. The thoughts of loss confidence and conflicted thoughts had all evaporated into thin air.

She smoothed out her dress with her hands a few more times—a nervous habit.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow she would talk to him alone. She would ask him what his intentions are with her. She wanted to know why he insisted they sail together. It couldn’t be just for show. It couldn’t. It was settled. She would confront him tomorrow.

Three stiff knocks at the door halted her pacing. Slightly confused, she looked to the direction of the door. Did Missandei return? No, she wouldn’t have knocked that loud. Perhaps it was Tryion. But what was he doing, visiting her at this hour?

Dany approached the door and placed her hand on the knob. She hesitated ever so slightly, but didn’t allow herself to linger. In one swift motion, she turned it and threw the door open.

Her eyes were lowered, expecting to meet the gaze of Tryion. Instead, her eyes flickered up instantly to meet dark brown ones that belonged to Jon Snow.

She parted her lips slightly as if she were going to say something, but closed them once more.

Holding his gaze, the pair watched each other for a moment, until she lightly pushed the door open further, inviting him in. She watched him step forward and a small smile almost dared to appear across her lips.

Once inside, he stood beside her, his eyes never leaving hers, as he gently closed the door.

They stood there in silence once more for a mere second. Dany didn’t know if she should say something or wait for him to, but she quickly had her answer.

Jon took hold of her face so suddenly and when he leaned in,  and their lips finally crashed together in a passionate kiss.

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The Power of Confession - Part One (teaser)

Pairings: AU!Priest!Sam x Reader

Summary: After years away the church your mother coerces you into taking her seat on the fundraising committee at Saint Mary of the Immaculate Conception, where Sam is a Priest. 

Words: 1100+

Beta: @just-another-busy-fangirl

Warnings: talk of sex, language, smut in second part. 


The Cathedral of Saint Mary of the Immaculate Conception rises above you in all its gothic revival glory. You jog up the front steps, checking the watch at your wrist and scurrying after you mother.

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An Artist's Soulmate // Huang Renjun

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the prompt: renjun x reader artist/soulmate!au where he just has this one “OC” character that he constantly draws like 24/7 n then he bumps into the reader n realises like woah I’ve somehow been drawing you for years, but doesnt tell them cause its a bit creepy. I’ll leave the rest up to you bc i wanna be surprised!!

words: 1830

category: soulmate!au + fluff

author note: renjun is the softest and i love him so much and his love for art is so endearing. ft. a few awkward 00 liners.

- destinee

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Love Realization Prompts

Anonymous said:
Any chance you could give a prompt where a couple who have known each other for a long while now is waltzing and the man realizes that he’s fallen in love with the lady he’s dancing with? You’re a fantastic writer by the way. You churn out prompts like no one’s business!

 Anonymous said:
Hey! Could you please write a prompt about how two young teen slowly fall I love and they both notice little parts of each other’s character seep into their life and things they do. I’m sorry it’s poorly worded. I don’t know how to explain it.

jinx4karma said:
Hi! Okay I really love your prompts! You’re really awesome! Can you make me some ones where one of the people first realizes that they’re in love with other. It’s alright if you don’t.


1) They had known each other a lifetime. Everyone expected them to fall in love – young, bright, beautiful. Instead, through some strange mixture of fate and circumstances, or maybe simply the weight of expectation when love is a fragile thing that can’t bear the weight of such things, it never happened. He still felt young when he looked at her though. Graceful and dignified as she had ever been, eyes gleaming with mischief.
“I could have spent my life with you,” he murmured.
Her lips curved. Her eyes softened. “Oh, but you did.” 


2)   The two of us blurred like wet watercolours. I picked up your way of saying things, the cadences of your voice, the way you scrunched your nose when you didn’t know the answer and didn’t want to admit it. I wore your personality like a second skin because every inch of me wanted to be close . You borrowed my jumpers because they smelled like me, and it made you feel you were home like a tortoise carrying its shell. Borrowed my lipstick and caught yourself thinking that it was almost like kissing me. We gave each other a thousand bits of each other because that seemed an easier realization than “have my heart, it’s yours.”


3) “I think I love you.” And I tipped my head back against the cold stone of your grave and laughed, and laughed and laughed because of course I fucking did.


4)  “I think I love you?”
“You didn’t know?”
You did?!”


5) You smiled at me. You smiled at me all the time – quiet smiles when you thought I wasn’t look, big mischievous grins, sly smirks when you knew you had me on something. But that morning, you smiled at me, and I knew.


6) I held you in my arms and realized that I never wanted to let you go.
Isn’t that love?

Moon of Fire Part viii (Sastiel Sequel)

I hope you guys enjoy this next part of Sastiel’s story! Don’t forget I’m running a Sastiel competition with amazing prizes. All you have to do is make an edit/fanart based on my Sastiel fic to be in the draw to win!

If you haven’t read A Court of Fire and Dreams:
Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV and Part V.

Moon of Fire:
Part i, Part ii, Part iii, Part iv, Part v, Part vi, Part vii

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