#Lace and Grayce

[lace-and-grayce-blog]

Lady Grayce Maymont

PLACE IN SOCIETY

✖ FINANCIAL – wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty

“Well...I don’t have as much money as I did...But I still have a lot I suppose.”

✖ MEDICAL – fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / deceased

“Medically? Oh I’m perfectly healthy!”

✖ CLASS OR CASTE – upper / lower / middle / working / unsure

“I am countess of Weldon...Even if my father tries to deny it.”

✖ EDUCATION – qualified / unqualified / studying

“I received a good education for certain.”

FAMILY

✖ MARITAL STATUS – married, happily / married, unhappily / engaged  / partnered / / divorced / widow or widower / separated / single / it’s complicated

“My father never did succeed in marrying me off like he planned...”

✖ CHILDREN – has children / no children / wants children / adopted children

“Oh some day I would certainly love children! A boy and a girl!”

✖ FAMILY – close with sibling / not close with siblings / has no siblings / siblings are deceased / it’s complicated

“As far as I am aware, I am an only child.”

TRAITS & TENDENCIES

✖ disorganised / organised / in between

“I get a bit upset if certain things are out of place...”

✖ close-minded / open-minded / in between

“I certainly consider myself open-minded!’

✖ cautious / reckless / in between

“Oh goodness...Would it be too weird to circle cautious? Maybe I should think about this some more...”

✖ patient / impatient / in between

“It is a virtue!”

✖ outspoken / reserved / in between

“I have my moment’s of each...”

✖ leader / follower / in between

“I have been a follower my whole life, So now I’m doing a bit of leading with the tournament.”

✖ sympathetic / unsympathetic / in between

“I like to help.”

✖ optimistic / pessimistic / in between

“I hope for the best!”

✖ hardworking / lazy / in between

“How can I sleep when there is so much to do!?”

✖ cultured / uncultured / in between

“For a westfallian I consider myself pretty cultured!”

✖ loyal / disloyal / in between

“Depends on to who I suppose.”

✖ faithful / unfaithful / in between

“In a relationship? Oh goodness I hope I would be faithful!”

SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION

✖ SEXUALITY – heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual / omnisexual / demisexual

“I know I should marry for status, which means a man....But...Well, some women I just so pretty! Oh goodness did I just say that out loud?”

✖ ROMANCE – romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable

“Oh goodness, sweep me off my feet just like in the novels!”

ABILITIES

✖ COMBAT SKILLS – excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

“I’ve tried to train a bit...”

✖ LITERACY SKILLS – excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

“I am well read.”

✖ ARTISTIC SKILLS – excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

“I’m not the most creative...”

[runawaymun]

Ok consider: Elrond/Celebrían/Gil-galad but the spicy way. Like… extra spicy. Perhaps during the War of the Last Alliance. Like Twin Skeletons + Celebrían bc 👀 Who cares about LaCe, E + C were absolutely doing the do before officially married.

Omg. That would be pretty spicy! I’m not opposed to the Gil/Elrond/Cel ship but I personally don’t ship them, especially considering I don’t romantically or necessarily sexually ship Gil/Elrond (Gil’s aro grayce in my head. He enjoys sex but he’s not gonna go seek it out). I do headcannon him and Elrond as platonically intimate. During the Last Alliance that became very intense, especially when they went to Mordor. To a pretty unhealthy and codependent degree.

Had Gil survived, I think they would have been able to heal and remain extremely close friends! But he didn’t 😔

As far as Elrond/Cel goes, I don’t actually see them as being super duper romantically close prior to the Alliance. They definitely were on the path to courtship (and maybe messed around once or twice), but both of them were very aware that Elrond had a very low chance of making it back out alive. And, really, they all had a very low chance of surviving in general. I think there was the reasoning of “well why the heck not, because we’re all going to die anyway”, and had Cel run into Elrond during the time he and Gil were at Mt Doom, I think that reasoning might have won. But prior to it, they both agreed not to be physically intimate just in case he died.

But after that? Ohhh that’s something I want to explore! As much as I hate LaCE (affectionately), I do find its very clear Catholic roots hilarious as a Protestant myself. To the point that I think it would be especially funny if you carried over the idea of “it’s not sex unless penis goes in vagina/ass” which is a terribly heteronormative and binary normative way of looking at it, but the way it plays out makes me laugh. I can imagine them messing around a little with that excuse. I’m also a slut for wedding night tropes, so that’s part of my motivation there 🤷‍♀️

But I want to explore their early courtship and marriage a lot, because they both have so much trauma to work through. Especially Elrond. And especially around the whole Twin Skeletons thing with Gil. That was traumatizing and re-traumatizing, even if Elrond and Gil were doing it by choice. And on top of that he really is worried of what Cel will think of him.

Whoops this long long-winded. Here have a bunch of headcannons that you actually didn’t ask for 🙈

[ditch-witches]

Stormy Morning (Dean-Charles Chapman Smut)

requested: yes/no (thank you to the lovely @fatbottomedcurls​ and anon for your Dean requests! I, Grayce, uwu about Dean, religiously and I'm so glad everyone is requesting Dean imagines. I have some others on deck so keep an eye out! :))

pairing: Dean-Charles Chapman x reader

warnings: smut, fluff, boring filler ish :/ 

word count: 1,479 (yikes he short)

a/n: I finished a whole thing of cheese whiz writing this and I'm not ashamed. Also, this is boring asf. Give us a comment if you want to be tagged in our next writes! And shoot us some more requests! We love to hear what you guys like (as well as don't, I guess).

A crack of thunder shook you from a deep sleep. Well, as deep as sleep could have been with Dean home. He was always a kicker and a cuddler when he dreamed, a trait you had forgotten while he had been gone for his new movie. In all honesty, it didn’t really bother you. It was just one of his many quirks. Your gaze lifted to peer at the clock on your nightstand as the rain seemed to hammer harder on the windows of your bedroom and that’s when you felt an arm tighten around your waist as Dean dug his face into your hair. You bit back a small grin as you rolled over, him instinctively raising said arm so you could move. He kept his eyes closed as you settled in, inches from his face. 

You sat for a second, looking at him as he fought the grin attempting to break his concentrated face. “For an actor, you suck at pretending,” you teased, leaning forward to press your lips against his cheek, nose, and finally settle against his lips. He smiled into your kiss. As you rested back in your spot beside him, his eyes seemed to light up at his first sight of the morning. The light that was somehow still peering through the rain clouds cast into the room and you would have shut the curtains if it weren’t for the way Dean’s eyes seemed to glow in the subtlety of it. 

His hand moved from your lower back to rest in your hair, playing with your soft locks. “You need to brush your teeth,” he joked, his accent thick and low, swimming with sleep still. He giggled as you thumped his chest with the back of your hand for breaking the moment. 

“That’s not something you say to someone!” You all but shrieked, wiggling out of laughing boy’s grasp and attempting to get to the bathroom. He could barely catch his breath as he pulled you back into bed and wrapped his arms around you so you were pressed tightly against him, unable to move. “Stop you’re crushing me!”

“You like it!” As the two of you settled down, Dean’s arms were still around you, watching the raindrops falling against the window beside you, his heartbeat keeping time with yours. “I had a weird dream about a bumblebee and a honey bee going on an adventure and I just realized it was the plot to 1917.” 

You laughed at his light-hearted comment. “Are you okay?” 

“No, I didn’t want to be the honey bee.” He hummed in response, sounding like a preschooler.

“Honey bees are cool,” you reasoned, a small smile playing at your lips. “Just don’t think about it. You’ll forget about it in an hour anyway.” 

“Rude.” You laughed at his remark. 

His soft, warm breath on your neck could have put you to sleep as one of your hands knotted with his. He pressed a light kiss to the back of your shoulder before pressing his cheek against your skin. “Can we stay like this all day?” He sighed. He tugged on your hip, rolling you over to face him again. Your arms snaked under his to wrap around his torso. He moved his hand to settle on your neck, his thumb brushing against your jaw before pulling you close to him and sealing the space between you with a gentle kiss that deepened as he knotted his hands into your hair. Your fingers brushed along the soft fabric of his t-shirt before slipping to rest under the material against his back. He broke the kiss only to move to lean over you, tugging the covers around the two of you, making you laugh at his less than graceful mannerisms. He took a moment to admire your dumb smile as you looked up at him. 

"I'm glad you're home," you whispered to him, moving your hands to rest on the back of his neck. His icy blue eyes softened as he searched your face for something. He leaned down to kiss his favorite corner of your mouth---the one that usually quirks up slightly when he tells a joke that really isn't funny---and then pressed a kiss against your cheek. 

"I love you…" he mumbled, brushing his lips against the skin behind your ear. His fingers grazed the length of your arm to move one of your hands, resting it beside your head and lacing his fingers with yours. He began to press open-mouthed kisses against your neck and collarbones and you could already picture the tiny bruises that were going to come out of his ventures. His slight whiskers from the few days he had neglected to shave tickled your skin as his chin brushed against your chest every so often. Your fingers played at the curls forming at the base of his neck. Softly sighing in pleasure, you felt almost like you were sinking further into the mattress as his lips met yours again, forcing as much passion as possible behind each movement. He sighed with every touch, basking in being against you once again after so long and having the ability to take his time. You were his today. No plans meant no sharing. 

He let go of your hand, only to settle it against your hip, digging his fingers into your skin as he pressed himself against you, grinding into you enough to make you want more. You picked up your hips slightly, following his suit to create more friction. You could feel him getting harder despite the lazy actions the two of you were ensuing. Dean's hand slipped beneath your shirt to grasp at your breast, goosebumps rising as his thumb ran over the sensitive skin. Dean broke the kiss. "Are you ready?" 

"Yeah, I don't want to run a marathon," you jeered. 

Dean rolled his eyes with a small chuckle. "That's fine. I don't have enough energy to fuck you like a rockstar this morning, anyway." 

"And they say romance is dead." You both reacted with a slight laugh at each other and Dean slipped his boxers off as you wiggled out of your underwear. One of Dean's hands found your upper thigh to hold onto as he pressed himself into you, letting out a slight moan as you adjusted to him. You brought him closer to you, connecting your lips in a rushed kiss as he began to move his hips against yours, drawing out a moan of your own. You weren’t sure there was any more room between the two of you, but Dean somehow found a way to bring you closer to him as he tangled himself around you. Light from a strike of lightning flashed into the room, capturing the attention of the two of you. “Are you scared?” You teased, your voice coming out almost breathlessly and Dean smiled down at you. 

“Shut up, that scared you too,” he mumbled, digging his face into the crook of your neck and thrusting into you again to cut off whatever you could quip back at him. You let out a soft moan to mix with the sound of the rain, egging Dean on as he quickened his pace. 

"Dean, go slower…" You almost whispered and he obliged, picking his head up to kiss you again, resting his forehead against yours momentarily. He began to take it softer with you, seemingly wanting to savor every inch of your body with every minute of the rainy morning. 

He let out a small chuckle. “I don’t think I’m going to last much longer.” You pressed your lips against his and tugged at his bottom lip with your teeth, your fingers diving into his hair once more. His hands moved to grip at your hips again, pulling you up to him, an angle that was somehow driving you closer to the edge. You moaned as you swirled your hips against his, making him break the kiss. “I love it when you make that noise,” he leered. 

You dug your fingers into his upper arms. “Stop being gross.” He only smirked at this, quickening his pace, his lips parting slightly, probably getting off on your blissed-out expression. He kissed your shoulder and collarbone, reaching his climax. 

His voice was still husky and tired. “I love you,” he spoke, pressing a kiss to your ear as he brought to your finish. A rush of ecstasy spread to your toes accompanied by some form of shock. 

“I love you too,” you muttered, wrapping your arms around him again. He rested his head on your chest as he caught his breath. 

You laid in comfortable silence, merely enjoying each other’s company before he decided to fill the air. “Should we get a dog?” 

You all but kneed him. “wHat?” 

“What?”

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Red lace

(Yasmin Grayce)

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Capo-Di-Monte Rose Vase Set of 3 from Layla Grayce

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UPDATE: video taken down because one mom* complained.

"Hairspray" - We're Dancin' (Matthews NC), senior musical theater production, 1st overall, Showstopper Myrtle Beach, May 2017 ★ Choreography by ? ♫ selections from the soundtrack of the motion picture Hairspray - ♪ The Nicest Kids in Town - ♪ Welcome to the 60s - ♪ Run and Tell That - ♪ Cooties - ♪ Ladies' Choice - ♪ You Can't Stop The Beat ⛔ due to music copyrights, may not be available on all devices

[ I don’t recall seeing many senior productions before. This is a good one. ]

list of all 55 dancers below ... 

☆ Dancers ☆ Alexa Weir, Olivia Aldridge*, Audrey Armbruster, Addison Barrett, Lacee Calvert, Anslea Church, Samantha Foppe, Cayla Foston, Allayah Graves-Muhammad, Emma Kelly, Isabella Marz, Julie McConnell, Malaysia McKoy, Allegra Persico, Bria Pinckney, Brynne Tugman, Lindsey Vanbuskirk, Bella Vittorio, Sherlyn Guzman, Nia Patrick, Jenna Washburn, Janee Wright, Sarah Whiting, Peyton Yount, Jordyn Wiggers, Gianna D'Auria, Ava Armbruster, Madison Breedlove, Ariana Brown, Ilianny Coeto, Isabely Coeto, Macy Gillespie, Zoe Guzman, Yauri Hatcher, Molly Hedrick, Estefnia Hernandez, Michelle Gonzales, Mae Hinson, Cassandra Jagdon, Michaela Knapp, Reagan McCoy, Reagan McDowell, Scarlett Nashbar, Katie Noblitt, Melania Papageorge, Brianna Scott, Grayce Sheinis, Kenadie Shepherd, Brandi Sherbert, Ali Spelane, Kenzie Stanton, Maddy Starr, Ramone Thomas, Carmen Tran, Iranyi Coeto

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Cake or Death? by dannika-dragomir featuring Home Decorators Collection ❤ liked on Polyvore

HIGH ruffle shirt, $315 / Gothic skirt / Mint Velvet clothing, $47 / Zara striped skirt, $47 / Lace-up boots / D L Co pocket watch, $40 / Black home decor / Jayson Home garden furniture / Expressions blue vase / Grayce glass furniture / Home Decorators Collection home decor / WALL gear clock / Blue tea cup / Amazon.com: Wilton 307-831 13 Count Cupcake Stand: Kitchen & Dining

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[ditch-witches]

Beginner's Luck (Dean-Charles Chapman Smut)

requested: yes/no (your requests are everything to us! send us your monkey brain, sad boy hours, thot thoughts, etc. and we’ll try our absolute best to deliver!)

thank you for the request @obsessedwithfandomsx​!

pairing: Dean-Charles Chapman x reader

warnings: smut, fluff, slow burn asf. (im so sorry)

word count: 2,197

a/n: Hello dear readers. Resident Dean stan, Grayce, here! I hope everyone had a safe weekend and I wish everyone luck in this upcoming week! I got super carried away with this for no reason (maybe it’s because it’s my birthday and I’m emo) so I hope y'all enjoy it! Happy reading!

You wrung your hands as your nerves began to build while thinking about the situation in front of you. There was Dean across the room, chatting with some friends and seemingly carefree with the night as his oyster. You watched him laugh at a joke, your mouth curling into a smile at the sight out of instinct. His laugh was contagious, even if you couldn’t hear it.

Tonight was the night. The two of you had declared it the week before and under Dean’s nose, you stressed and planned to no end. It was your first time, not just with him, but ever. He was aware of this, of course, but after finding out that he had been with someone before you, it was clear you had competition. Even if it seemed like he wouldn’t be comparing the two of you, you would be. You bit your lip with a small chuckle, cursing yourself for coming into the metaphorical game so late. You rolled your eyes at yourself, attempting to contribute to the conversation in front of you.

Dean knocked the neck of his bottle against his friends before walking over to you. You jumped slightly as his arm found its way around your waist. He greeted your group before slyly leaning towards your ear. “Ready to get out of here? This is kind of lame…”

You snickered at his comment before parting from the group. He took your hand when you both left the house booming with music, lacing your fingers together. Dean smiled at you in the dark, your breath coming out in translucent clouds to mix with the light snowfall. You almost slipped on an ice patch, causing Dean to pull you closer to him and let out a light-hearted laugh. Sliding into the car beside him, your heart was beating a thousand times quicker than normal. The two of you had left parties together, spent the day together, etc., more times than you could count yet tonight it felt like you were a stranger in your own body.

Dean turned down the radio and moved his hand to rest on your thigh. You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding in your chest. His thumb rubbed against your jeans in a soothing manner. “Penny for your thoughts?” He asked, quirking a small smile in your direction before turning back to the road. You wet your lips, chewing on your words in an attempt to gather your response. It was a short distance to Dean’s apartment from his friend’s, causing your nerves to jump a bit higher.

“I’m nervous if I’m being completely honest.”

You could tell he was furrowing his brows in concentration, only getting to see glimpses of his reactions as you passed under street lamps. “About what, exactly?” His tone was even and more understanding than anything.

You took the hand that was on your thigh into your own, tucking your arm under his. “I don’t know. I guess I have the jitters about our first time…”

Dean let out a small chuckle. “That’s what you’re worried about?” The two of you made eye contact momentarily. “Sweetheart, we don’t have to if you-”

“No! No, I want to. It’s just… I’ve heard horror stories about people’s first times. I’m worried I’m not going to be good enough and that, I don’t know, it won’t be fun. It’s just my brain working against me.”

He thought for a moment about how to react. “How can I make it better?”

You leaned closer to his side, wishing the console wasn’t between the two of you. “Tell me it’s going to be okay.”

“I’ll make sure it’s okay. If you wanna stop at any point, let me know. We’ll go at your pace. It will be okay. I promise.” Your heart fluttered at his response and he pulled into his driveway.

“All right then. Let’s fuck.” He laughed at your comment, squeezing your hand.

Dean sat beside you on the bed, his hands in his lap as you fought to settled your nerves. You were grateful for his laid back approach to the situation, yet he still made it seem like your worries were valid. He reached a hand out to you, brushing your hair off your shoulder gently. You smirked slightly, still looking forward, your eyes concentrating on his light switch. His hand traveled to rest on your back, rubbing in slight circles before he leaned towards you to place a kiss on your cheek. You turned to him, looking into his soft eyes and relishing in this moment. You decided you didn’t want to go back. You were all in.

You closed the gap between the two of you rather abruptly, pulling him into a kiss and pushing one of your hands into his hair. He pulled you closer as one of his hands moved to settle on the back of your neck. The smell of his cologne invaded your senses, the familiarity of it in a situation like this put you further at ease. You broke away from him to push his jacket off his shoulders and you both moved further on the bed. You found yourself sitting cross-legged in front of Dean, attempting not to make the situation any more awkward than it already was. He smiled at you, pressing his lips against yours again as you tugged at the hem of his shirt. You had seen him shirtless plenty of times, but at this moment, he was different. He was unexplored terrain to you, just as he was treating you like a new piece of art, worried to bend an edge or wrinkle beyond repair.

He helped you remove your shirt as well and you struggled not to cover your chest, but Dean’s soft expression gave you the confidence to be vulnerable to him. His hands rested on your hips as he kissed you with as much passion as he could muster, sighing into each brush of contact he had with you. You broke the kiss, resting your forehead against his as your heart hammered in his chest. You took one of his hands in yours, catching your breath momentarily.

“You are absolutely gorgeous, you know?” He whispered, leaning back from you to send you a small smile.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head. “Stop being weird and grab my boob, Dean.”

“I’m sorry. I’m just really excited,” he said with an almost childlike expression. You snorted at his enthusiasm, causing him to laugh. He pressed his lips against yours, smiling behind the action. He couldn’t help himself. You pulled his hand up to settle against your breast, and in a switch, he was back to gentle caresses and taking things one step at a time. One of your hands knotted in his hair as his warm breath brushed against your cheek. You held onto his forearm softly as he slipped his hand between the fabric of your bra and your skin. You moaned against his lips, mentally cursing yourself at the sound, but it seemed to egg Dean on as he deepened your kiss. You leaned back into the pillows, pulling Dean with you as you both buried yourselves in the covers. “Are you still okay?” Dean murmured, tucking one of his arms beneath yours.

“I’m fine. I promise. I’ll scream bloody murder if I’m not,” you lightly joked.

He smiled down at you, brushing his nose against yours slightly. “Okay, deal.” You kissed him lightly before wrapping a leg around one of his, bringing him flush against you. His teeth grazed against your bottom lip before you reached between the two of you, unbuttoning your jeans. He leaned back to watch your actions, his pupils larger and almost animalistic. He withdrew from you, resting back on his knees, helping to drag your jeans down your hips. You sat up to meet him, your hands trailing down his chest towards his zipper as well. His hands played with the ends of your hair, his lips finding your collarbone and placing light kisses while nipping at the skin. You slipped your hand behind the fabric of his boxers and began to palm him, but he caught your wrist in the process. “You don’t have to do that.”

You furrowed your brows at him. “I want to.”

“No, I mean,” he bit back a smile, “I’m ready when you are.”

You attempted to hide the taken aback reaction you registered, your face heating up. “oH.”

He held your face in his hands and you rested yours on his hips now. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you blush,” he leered and you rolled your eyes, causing him to laugh. He loved it when you did that for some reason. You brought him down with you to lie between your legs. You bit your lip slightly looking at him.

“Go slow, okay?”

He nodded. “Okay. Are you ready?” You exhaled and nodded rather quickly. The two of you fumbled around in a mess of giggling attempting to get both your underwear and his boxers off without ruining the moment. “I’ll be gentle,” he finally said, angling himself towards you.

“Ew,” you nervously tittered in response. You were on the verge of resorting to humor to cover your anxiety.

“Are you sure?” He asked once again, lifting his eyes to yours and you exhaled again nodding. “It’s okay. Relax,” he hummed softly, his eyes looking to yours for any sign of retreat.

“I’m ready. I trust you.” He pressed his lips to yours before shifting his weight from the hand that was holding him up to the other. “Ow!” You barked. Dean froze in his position, eyes widening as he searched your face. “I’m joking,” you leered, biting back the wicked grin spreading across your face.

His shoulders fell slightly in relief and he fought not to roll his eyes. “You’re gonna give me a heart attack and it’ll be Gerald’s Game all over again.” You couldn’t help but snicker, now feeling more relaxed in his arms. You nodded at him one last time to give him the go-ahead and he pushed himself into you, waiting for you to adjust to him. You groaned slightly, the pressure of him a foreign feeling but surprisingly not as painful as you had been warned it would be. You reached up to bring his lips to yours as he began moving. You began to feel every inch of him in you as his hips ground against yours. His lips left yours to press against your jaw and your ear, one of his hands interlocking with yours, binding the two of you further together in the act.

“I haven’t screamed bloody murder yet,” you said, almost congratulating him, causing him to let out a low chuckle as your eyes found his.

“I love that you’re still a minx even while you’re under me,” he added rather darkly and you laughed.

“You bring out the best in me, D,” you unintentionally moaned. He grinned before sealing your lips together in a sloppy example of his love as he quickened his pace ever so slightly. You had a feeling he was close, so you began to grind into him as well, wanting to find the right position so you could join him. He noticed your attempt, burying himself in your neck, driving himself deeper into you, causing you to let out a small whimper as your hands plunged into his dark curls. His movements brought a feeling of tension within you. Getting to your orgasm was like feeling a distant sneeze creeping up your nose. Dean began to ride you with less of a rhythmic pace. You pulled him back to look at you as he brought you closer to the edge. He somehow looked at you with so much longing in this moment of passion that you fought not to tell him you loved him. With every movement, a feeling of relief began to spread through your body and before you knew it, you fists were tightening in his hair, head falling back in pleasure. You swore you saw him grin before you shut your eyes to ride out the rest of your ecstasy. Breathlessly, he pulled out of you, jerking himself off a few times before finishing as well. The two of you were a panting mess as he lowered himself on the bed beside you.

You laid your head against his chest, the only sound in the room to you being his heartbeat as his hand softly ran up and down your back. He took your hand in his, examining your palm, brushing his thumb against your heartline. “Thank you,” you sighed. It began to sink in that Dean would now be carrying around a piece of you with him for the rest of his life.

“You act like you’re the only one who benefitted from that,” he answered with a short chuckle. The vibration of his accent in his chest was music to your ears.

You scoffed. “Just take my gratitude, dammit.” He laughed again at your response. “Now what do we do?”

“We could take a shower?” He offered.

“I love your mind,” you quipped.

[palais-du-porte-jarretelles]

Red lace

(Yasmin Grayce)

[krystalroser-blog]

Untitled #2361 by zoella featuring an iron bed ❤ liked on Polyvore

Rosamosario purple lingerie / Brown skirt, $27 / Cosabella lace lingerie / Grayce iron bed / Etro small item storage / Designer Leather-Bound Books XI, S/7

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Kendall + Kylie Grayce Espadrille Wedge Sandal ❤ liked on Polyvore (see more lace up platform sandals)

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all i got is these broken clocks; i ain't got no time; just burning daylight; still love and it's still love, and it's still love. by youarebeautifulmydarling featuring wall lettering decals

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Artisan Lace Step Stool / Keepsake Box - Layla Grayce ❤ liked on Polyvore

[palais-du-porte-jarretelles]

Red lace

(Yasmin Grayce)