#also after doing my friend's wedding hair i have a new appreciation for hair that holds a bobby pin

[aqueenvictorious]

look i hate photos of me but i am SO proud of my makeup today. so!! photo evidence of my existence.

[thelov3lybookworm]

Nothing Like I Do

Summary: Y/n and Azriel have been friends for centuries now, having run away together during his escape from his father's house. She had been his neighbour's daughter, whose father wasn't much better. They had talked and met on various occasions before, having understood each others pain.

As she returned from the last mission that Cassian had given her in the stead of Rhys, she had decided that she was going to confess her feelings for the Shadowsinger. But when she returns, she realises that even though he has moved on from Mor, he isn't without someone. As she tries to navigate her way to telling him of her feelings, she wonders if she's risking her friendship with him.

A/n: I really like how this came out, feedback is always appreciated. Also, this is my first time writing Y/n instead of a name, so let me know if theres some need of correction.

And the lines written in blue are the lyrics which made me want to write this. I've honestly been waiting to write this since the song came out, but as i was writing you deserve better, I wanted to wait. And the lyrics aren't in chronological order, just placed where convenient.

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As she flew over the glittering Sidra and the colourful lights lighting the shops, Y/n took a deep breath in an attempt to settle her nerves. She'd be returning home after almost a decade and she'd finally be meeting her friends.

She was half Illyrian just like Rhys, her father being the one with the wings. He and her mother had wed when his father had arranged a marriage for them.

As she landed on one of the balconies of the House of Wind and vanished her wings away, the nervousness came back with a vengeance. Walking in, she heard noises coming from a nearby sitting room. She smiled. They hadn't changed one bit, being as noisy as ever.

Y/n knew that the High Lord had found his mate, and that, after the war, the they had been blessed with a son. Other than that, she knew nothing about what had happened during the time she had been away.

Her heart beating in her ears, she slowly pushed the door open, poking her head in. Rhys was already staring at her, having known someone had entered the shield around the house. But this, he hadn't expected.

"Hello." Y/n squeaked, before clearing her throat and entering fully.

Hit me like a shot in the heart

Never should have played you so hard

Guess I played myself, that's my fault

Azriel was out of his chair and tackling her in a hug before she could blink. The breath was knocked out of her from the force of his body colliding with hers. It took her a moment to wrap her arms around him as well, mindful of his wings. She smiled at the ceiling.

She had missed this.

When he finally pulled away, grinning, she was yet again pulled into another hug, this time by a laughing Cassian. She nearly lost her footing. When he let go, Rhys smiled at her, giving her a far more gentler hug than his brothers.

As she finished hugging him, her eyes found that of Mor's, shooting an instant spike of self consciousness through her.

As always, Mor was dressed immaculately, with her hair done as if she was attending some celebration. While Y/n looked just out of a battle. In her fighting leathers, her hair almost completely out of the loose braid hanging down her back.

And all of that reminded her of the fact that the male she had always been in love with was in love with Mor.

Hit me like a poisonous dart

You wеre trouble right from the start

Should havе ran, I guess it's my fault

Her spirits were already down as Rhys introduced her to the new additions to the family. She excused herself, saying she wanted to take a bath, but before she left, Y/n crouched in front of Feyre and baby Nyx, who was trying to grab a piece of her hair.

As he babbled at her, she babbled right back, making him exclaim in happiness, trying to jump around on his mother's lap. When he started making grabby hands at her, she was shocked because as far as she knew, it takes quite some time for babies to get used to strangers, let alone pick them up.

She stared helplessly at Nyx. Sure, she was good with kids, but only when she wasn't holding them, never really having held a baby. The one time she did, everything went wrong.

She stared at her new baby brother with wide eyes, before looking up at her mother. "Can I hold him?"

"Yes Y/n." Her mother instructed her how to sit on the bed,placing the little bundle in her lap. Little Y/n couldn't look away, her jaw open in awe.

"He's so small." Y/n mumbled when the door flew open, loudly crashing against the wall, making her jump, jostling her brother in the process. She turned to look at who it was, the colour draining from her face.

Her father.

He looked furious. He had wanted her to stay away from the little boy, and when she had begged to know why, he had hit her. She still didn't understand why her father had wanted that. She also didn't understand why he hated her so much. Maybe it was because she asked too many questions? Whatever the reason, he didn't like her and had told her she was to stay away.

In her haste to get off the bed, she forgot, for a moment, that a baby was in her lap. Before he could get hurt, though, both her parents were there, her mother cradling the baby to her chest, trying to get Y/n behind her. It didn't help as Y/n's father had already grabbed hold of her arm, dragging her out of the bedroom and the main door, out in the cold. When she realised where he was taking her, she started crying and screaming, begging to be forgiven this one time.

It was obviously useless. Later on she would wonder why she even bothered, but at the moment, she would have done anything to be spared from the darkness.

She was dragged into the neighboring house, where a man was staring at her in disgust. She didn't hear anything that the two Illyrians talked about, the sobbing mess that she was. Then as suddenly as her father had stopped, he began dragging her towards the stairs leading down, before she was shoved into the dungeon and the door was slammed shut, leaving her in the darkness.

It was quite some time before she could breath without hiccups, finally quieting down.

A small body settled next to hers. "What happened this time?"

Y/n said nothing for some time, wondering how just wanting to hold her brother for some time could incense her father so.

"I was holding baby brother. He didn't want me to."

She couldn't see him, but she knew he nodded.

He was her only friend, Azriel. She was often times put here with him, both their fathers being friends and taking some sick pleasure in torturing the small children, locking them up in dark places. This wasn't the first time her father had done this. The sad part was that, as far as she could remember, this had been happening forever.

Y/n felt Azriel tugging her closer, hugging her close as they tried to go to sleep on the cold and hard ground. He was her only comfortin times as this, and he will be the only one, for quite some time.

Now, after centuries, she understood why he hated her. She was a female. No other reason. And the reason he didn't want her near her brother was because he didn't want her tainting him. Atleast, that's what he said when she and Azriel had gone near there for a mission.

Y/n took a deep breath, shaking those dark thoughts away and focusing on the happy baby in front of her. She won't let those memories ruin this happy moment.

She gently picked him up, looking to Feyre for guidance. As she stood with Nyx, her eyes connected with hazel ones, full of understanding. And when Azriel smiled, it didn't seem so bad.

Sometime later in the evening, after Y/n had already changed and freshen up, she found herself sitting next to the Shadowsinger with Nyx again in her lap, shaking and waving a stuffed bat toy.

As the night wore on, Y/n found her mind wandeing to her decision to confess her feelings to the Spymaster, and how she could do it. But then, soon enough she realised, with a burst of excitement, that Azriel had already moved on from his crush on Mor.

That happiness didn't last long as she realised that the subject of those longing glances and lingering touches had been changed to the middle Archeron sister, sitting on the other side of him.

I don't even know how to think

'Cause now she got your heart, so I feel stupid, foolish

'Fraid I'm losin' everything I thought I couldn't

My whole world is fallin' apart

And she couldn't help but wonder, would she again be too late?

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As she stared at them from her place on rhe first floor balcony of the River House, Y/n couldn't help the ugly feeling of jealousy that reared its head. She didn't want to feel that way, especially as the person who held her heart looked so happy.

Azriel was standing behind Elain, who was tending to a few plants in her beautiful garden.

Azriel's head swivelled towards her, his mouth open as if he had looked up mid-sentence. He smiled at her before turning back to Elain.

"You should talk to him." Nesta murmured from behind her, making Y/n jump. While she was busy wallowing in self pity and jealousy, Nesta had somehow snuck up on her.

The two of them had become fast friends, finding they had similar interests. Especially those novels. And despite Y/n not telling Nesta about her feelings towards the Spymaster, Nesta had found out.

"I don't know what to say." Her voice wavered with barely controlled emotions.

Nesta leaned against the railing next to her. "I know. But try atleast. If possible, before the party tonight. If all goes well, you can have fun with him. If not... we can find someone for you tonight. Probably try to make him jealous."

It had been two weeks since Y/n had returned, and tonight was the party Rhys had decided to host in honour of her return.

Y/n nodded. It was time. To move on with him, or without. She couldn't waste her life trying to squeeze herself into other peoples lives, hoping someone would give her some affection.

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Y/n bit her lip, wondering how to approach the topic. But no elaborate words found her, especially with the Shadowsinger's full attention on her.

Don't you go fallin' in love

Trust me, she's not the one

She won't ever love you like I do

Hold you like I do, know you like I do

There was no soft and subtle way to approach this, so she jumped right in.

"Do you like Elain?"

He blinked, taken aback. "Of course I like her. I like you too." There was something in his eyes that Y/n couldn't decipher as he said the last part.

"No like– like lovers kind of like. Are you interested in her?"

His eyes shuttered as soon as he heard the question. "That's none of your business."

"Oh? And since when did the two of us have different–"

"We're both grown up now, Y/n. You have your personal matters, I have mine. Don't snoop in my life. You are a friend. Act like a friend."

Y/n couldn't help but gape at him, wondering what the hell had gone wrong between them to make him so mad at her. It was a few moments before she could speak again. And when she did, she wished she hadn't.

"Forget her Azriel. Don't go falling in love with her. Trust me she's not the one. She'll never–" Y/nstopped herself from speaking, know if she continued speaking, she won't stop and confess, and then end up most probably rejected.

"She'll never what Y/n?" He stepped closer, so close that she could feel his breath, his voice dropping dangerously. When she said nothing, he continued. "And if she's not the one, who is?" Again, there was that thing in his eyes that she couldn't understand. He searched her eyes before stepping back, shaking his head. "Don't try to control my life Y/n. It doesn't suit you."

Tears brimmed in her eyes as she watched him step out of the room she had pulled him into. Just a few moments later, Nesta poked her head in, as if she had been waiting here all this time.

"Let's get you dressed and make him regret." She murmured, tugging Y/n out of the room.

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Y/n swallowed her nerves as best as she could as she stepped into the ball room, her eyes trying to find the Spymaster without her permission. But before she could see him, Nesta called out to her.

The night fared on without any issues, accept for the fact that she still hadn't found the Spymaster, good at hiding that he was. Sometime ago, a fae male had asked her to dance with him, which she was forced to accept after feeling Nesta and Mor's glares on her.

"Looks like it's time to change partners." A deep voice from behind Y/n said, sending shivers down her spine. The male glanced up, packing a little before making his exit. Finally, she turned to look at her friend, understanding why the male looked scared. Azriel looked like he was ready to do someone's head off. Or probably chew it off. His wings were slightly flared behind him in a show of power and possession, his signature scowl on his face, making him look all the more scary.

Y/n frowned at him, pissed that he had yelled at her just a few hours ago and then had the audacity to scare people away from her.

"What?" He asked after he had tugged her closer and begun swaying, still staring after the male.

"What's your problem?"

He glanced at her before again his eyes began tracking the male. "You didn't know him. He could've been a secret murderer."

Y/n gaped at him. "And what if he was? You had no right to scare him away."

"I'm just looking out for you. Were you interested in him?"

"That's none of your business." She parroted his earlier words, but he didn't seem to notice.

Don't you go falling in love

'Cause I'ma break that shit up

I won't let her love you like I do

Touch you like I do, nothing like I do

Nothing like I do

"He's not the one, trust me." Finally, he looked down at her.

Y/n had to take a deep breath to stop herself from screaming in frustration. "Don't snoop in my life, Azriel. You're friend, act like one."

A muscle ticked in his jaw as she pulled her hand away from his and stepped back. "Don't try to control my life. Doesn't suit you." Y/n whirled, her dress swishing around her legs as she walked away with barley restrained anger.

She walked out into the balcony nearest to her, leaning against it, taking deep gulps of the fresh night air.

Some time had passed before she felt Azriel's presence behing her and she sighed.

He silently came to stand beside her. It was quite a few moments before he cleared his throat. "I– I'm sorry. I was being an asshole. But did you see him? The way he was looking at you– it made me want to rip his head off him. I'm sorry."

He was looking at her now, but she stared straight ahead. When she didn't say anything for a long time, he continued. "What– what were you going to say, when we talked before the party? She'll never what?"

"It doesn't matter."

"It matters to me."

"She'll never love you... like I do." She needed to know, Y/n decided. If he rejected her, she could atleast have no regrets when moving on.

He started laughing, and she squeezed her eyes shut. "No way. You don't love me. You don't, do you?"

She pushed back from the railing, turning away fro him. "If you don't want me –which I know you don't– atleast don't invalidate my feelings by laughing–"

"Who said i don't? Hmm?" He caught her wrist, tugging a frozen Y/n back, flush against him. "I love you too, you dumb female. Have been in love for almost my whole life now."

"But– but you loved Mor–" She sputtered, turning her head to look at him.

"That was me trying to accept the fact that an amazing female like you would never want a bastard like me."

"You're mad if you thought that. Why would you even think that!" She turned to look at him fully, her wrist still clasped in his hand. He just smiled and shrugged, staring at her intently. "You're such an idiot."

"But–" He said after a moments hesitation, "I'm your idiot now?"

She grinned, the tension bleeding from her shoulders as she buried her face in the place connecting his neck and shoulder, his arms instantly going around her waist.

"You're my idiot now."

Little did they know then, that soon they'll realise he was her mate too.

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[hvnnibvni]

Together Again | JJK *part 1*

Pairings: Jungkook/Reader

Genre: Mature themes. Romance. Angst. Arranged marriage AU. Childhood best friends to lovers AU.

Warnings: cheating, reader is a rope bunny (ALLEGEDLY), hard!dom JK, switch!reader, reader likes to be slutted out, drunken sex, unplanned pregnancy(this is in the end dw😅), cunnilingus, oral (both receiving), fighting (talk shit get hit) daddy!kink, praise!kink, dirty talk, spanking, hair pulling. Just all around nasty y’all.

Summary: After reader finds her long-term boyfriend in bed with their mutual friend. She moves back into her family home, but under one condition. She has to marry her childhood friend that has been arranged since their childhood. For a wedding gift they go to a mountainous getaway with a group of friends, reader is told that ex and mutual friend get invited, so reader and jk decide to pretend not to know each other to avoid any confusion or miscommunication.

Authors note: Hi! Sorry it’s so late but here it is. I hope you guys enjoy. I’m making this into a series. I feel like it’s a little unprofessional not to have a masterlist but I’m working on that too. Just bare with me please in new to this lol. Also feel free to ask me any questions, or express your honest opinions Im all ears good or bad. Should I make a tag list?

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‘How the fuck did I get here’

You thought as you sat in you car, filled with you things. You had just left the home YOU bought after catching your boyfriend Yunwoo cheating one you.. With your supposedly best friend. Sitting there thinking, you should’ve saw the signs. They were there right in front of your face. You felt like a fool. Luckily you’ve always kept a cool head, or else you would’ve done something you’d regret. You honestly wished you did. You wanted them to hurt just as much as they hurt you, but you knew if wouldn’t change anything so why stress yourself out about it. But silence is the best way to get under someone’s skin isn’t it. No matter how much he cried and apologized. You didn’t turn back, you’ll never go back to him. That a promise you made to yourself on you journey back home.

Earlier that day:

“Hey y/n what can I get you” the barista, you’ve gotten to know over the years asks, “Let me have my usual please Janine, oh! And can you serve it really hot please, thank you.” You were making you your normal daily rounds that day, which normally started out with a hot coffee at your favorite cafe when you realized you forgot you wallet back at the house. “Ah actually scratch that. I seem to have left my wallet at home.” You say, making the sudden realization. “You know what don’t walruses about it it’s on the house,” Janine says with a smile. “That you so much I appreciate the generosity, but I have to go back home anyway. I’ll come back and pay for the coffee.” You just couldn’t shake this strange feeling telling you to go back home. Your boyfriend of 5 years seemed was acting strange this morning. Being overly sweet all of a sudden, waking you up, making you breakfast. It just seemed like he was trying to get you out of the house.

when you pull into the driveway you see his car still out front, but you didn’t find that as strange as you best friend, Cristal car along side his. “Strange,” you say to yourself as you pull into the driveway. She never texted that she was coming over, but you check you phone to be safe. But you still can’t shake the uneasy feeling you have in your gut that something fishy is going on inside your home without you knowing. The calm rational you is telling you to just walk in your home as if it’s nothing, but the bad bitch part of you is telling you to unlock your fence and sneak in though the back door. So that’s just what you do. As you’re sneaking inside your house you notice clothes spread all across you living room floor training up the stairs to your bedroom. “Oh hell nah I know these motherfuckers ain’t- okay.” You whisper to yourself as you tiptoe up the stairs.

As you reach your bedroom you hear the faint sound of laughter behind the door. You decide to listen in on the conversation before letting your presence known. “Why don’t you just leave her already. She can’t make you happy the way I do.” You hear Cristal say. “I’m just waiting for the right time Cristal you know how she can be. She so clingy, she acts like she can’t live without me,” Yunwoo explains to Cristal. You scoff to yourself as head this. “Mmcht yeah right like this isn’t my house you’re freeloading it.” You number to yourself as you lean in closer to get a better listen. No one knew that you were he one that made all the money between you two. Yunwoo didn’t have a job and was too embarrée to move back in with his parents after he dropped out of college. So you bought this home for the both of you to stay in. You on the other hand were and heiress to one of the most biggest, prestigious designing companies in the world. In other words you’re the 1 percent of the q percent. But you’ve always kept it a secret, because it is taboo to mention your wealth in front of other people who are less fortunate.

“well I just don’t see how it’s right to keep pretending and leading her on like this. Im starting to get annoyed just looking at her. She’s so pathetic.” At this point you e already opened the door. They look at you in shock to see you home this early. “Y/n-“ you hold up your hand. Not trying to hear a single word coming out of yunwoo’s mouth, already disgusted. You don’t speak of give them the time of day. Of course you have lots to say, say you listened to their conversation you realized that these people were below you. These people betrayed your trust, and defiled your home. They’re worth less than the dirt on a dog’s paw. And what do you look like speaking to those who aren’t even worthy enough to lick the dirt off of your dogs feet? “Y/n please let’s talk about this like adults.” Yunwoo pleads. All you can do is scoff ass you go around the room and gather your things.

“Yunwoo baby just let her go. You don’t need something like that anyways. She’s not worth the time,” Cristal says picking through her nails. “You know what Cristal you’re right. I don’t need this. I deserve better and y/n baby you can’t give that to me. I’m on to better things in life. While you’re going to be stuck a sad, lonely, bitter, insignificant, bitch no one can stand. So go on. Leave.” Yunwoo, who has more than audacity says to you. You, the classy person you are smile at him, gather your clothes, jewelry, and dog walk away. Leaving everything behind.

[sunelia]

NANAMI X READER: Soft Morning

pairings: nanami kento x gn!reader

cw: gender neutral reader - suggestive at the end - fluff

synopsis: Life with Nanami is simple, gentle, and as warm as a sunrise. He is a trustworthy, generous, and very caring partner, and is even a more dedicated one since your wedding. This event of a lifetime sealed your love and despite the ups and downs of life, made you appreciate the most innocent moments together like a soft morning.

word count: 800

Weekends are a particularly sacred time for Nanami and I. It's a secret moment between our souls, finally reunited after a week at work, a night out with friends, or just spending time recharging all alone. Weekends give us the opportunity to relax and spend quality time together without having to worry about anything. Even though we are married, we still learn new things about each other. We take time to admire, touch, and get to know each other better.

Usually, we spend our weekends at our apartment or outside doing little trips or dates. Today we decided to stay cozy in bed and enjoy each other's warmth. We cherish these sweet moments when the light of the sunrise streams into the room through the blinds. The sun brushes over our shoulders, keeping us warm and providing energy for our plants in the back corner of the room. I usually wake up before Nanami and either stay on my phone or read a book, waiting for him to wake up. He always lies on his stomach like a starfish. His body takes up a considerable amount of space on the bed however, I have the awesome ability to use his back or legs as pillows...I also have more room to cuddle.

A few strands of blond hair were covering his face. His right arm was resting under his pillow, while his left arm was spread all over the bed. The soft light of the sunrise cast a few honey-colored highlights on his hair and skin. His face seemed relaxed, his torso rising and falling calmly. He looks so vulnerable and adorable in this position. His white t-shirt was slightly pulled up, contrasting with his blue pajama pants. I wouldn't change anything for this view. I close my book, place it on the bedside table, and position myself on the side so that I'm facing his face. I cannot help but remove the few strands of hair that covers his face so that I can stroke his cheek and kiss his nose gently. This simple gesture woke him up. He slightly opens his eyes and turns around to face me. He rested his head on his hand while the other grabbed my waist and pulled me as close to his body as possible. His face was only inches from mine. He smiled at me, taking the time to look at me while gently stroking my waist with his hand.

"Good morning, sweetheart.” he said in his half-awaked voice as he hugged me and kissed my forehead.

"How did you sleep?" I asked.

"I slept very well, knowing we were starting our weekend," he said with a laught. He continued, "Have you been up for a while?"

"Just for half an hour, I took the opportunity to read a chapter of my book and watch you sleep."

He teased, "Are you watching me sleeping?"

I nonchalantly put my hand all over his face and gently pushed it.

"Not that I like you, but I just wanted to see if you were breathing properly, that's all." I replied, blushing nervously.

He smiled. Outwardly, Nanami seemed to be reserved and impassive. In reality, there's a funny, teasing, compassionate man hiding beneath this facade.

"I love you too.” he replied, hugging me.

I took the time to close my eyes and enjoy the moment that united our affection. It's comforting to be with Nanami because I feel loved and safe. One of his hands continued to softly stroke my back, while the other caressed my cheek. I couldn't help but smile at the sight of this delicate moment. I opened my eyes again and took the initiative to plant a kiss on his lips. From that moment on, our eyes never left each other's.

As if caught in a hurry, Nanami kissed me in return. This kiss was stronger and reflected a greater desire. As we continued to exchange sweet kisses, he slowly positioned himself on top of me. His hands wandered over my neck, my face, and then my hips. I held his face with both hands to deepen the kiss. My legs were wrapped around his waist, and his hand began to explore my body under the fabric that covered it. We were out of breath and stopped for a moment. Both his and mine were filled with lust. All it took was one look to continue our make-out session and enjoy this intimate moment together. The loving touches and kisses became more and more intimate, leaving our bodies hot. The only sounds coming from the room were soft moans and sloppy kisses.

"My love, do you want to carry on?" He asks.

"Y-yes," I replied.

He smiled, stood up, and took off his shirt. The sun caressed his peach skin, his face was full of love and passion, making me want to cherish this sweet morning together more.

hope you guys enjoyed it!

Line divider ”Morning” by cafekitsune

sunelia

[bbyobbyo]

To Mingyu, you were perfect. It was no wonder he was drawn to you when his long time best friend and roommate introduced you to him as his partner. Alas, you were perfect but you weren't his.

content: angst, fluff if you squint, suggestive (no actual depictions of sex), unrequited love, pining, gyu is a simp

wc: 729

notes: second attempt hehe, thank you everyone who read my vernon fic! feedback is appreciated, i'm still new here 😔👉👈

Truthfully, there was no better person for you than Wonwoo. Mingyu could at least admit that much. You complimented each other like yin and yang, supporting and uplifting one another in harmony. You were the much needed ray of sunshine and motivation in his life, and he was the structure and inspiration you wanted in yours. Over time your presence became a welcome constant in his life, first by association, then seemingly by necessity.

"She is the best thing to ever happen to me" his roommate would exclaim constantly, and Mingyu couldn't help but agree.

He tried to be happy for his friend, he really did. After all, why wouldn't he want the people he loves to be happy? It wasn't like he didn't want you visiting the apartment constantly, always with a delicious treat to share in hand. Nor did he dislike your genuine attempts to get to know him as a person, asking about his preferences and aspirations in life. In fact, it bothered him more and more that he wished you came over more often, even when his roommate wasn't home.

It was tortuous to hear the sounds in the apartment when you and Wonwoo thought he was asleep. Heavy moans and muted whines haunt his brain on those long nights filled with tossing and turning. The next morning he tries his best to pretend like he didn't see the hickeys littered on your neck just barely covered by your hair when he ran into you making breakfast. And yet, when you ask if he had a good night's sleep with an offer of making an extra serving for him, he doesn't have the heart to tell you the truth. That he spent the entire night wishing it was him in the bed next to you instead.

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The day the world came crashing down on him was the day Wonwoo had told him about his plan to propose to you. An evening surrounded by his 12 closest friends that you have also come to adore, how perfect. It was so perfect that he didn't even have to think twice when saying yes when Wonwoo asked him to help film the entire affair.

"I trust you over Seokmin any day, that man can't keep a secret for his life. But if you tell her it's for a personal project, she won't suspect a thing!" he chuckles.

"Yeah," Mingyu mumbles back, not quite meeting his friend's eyes, "she won't see it coming."

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Mingyu thinks he's going insane. There were hundreds, maybe even thousands of photos from tonight and yet he's enamored by this one. You're absolutely dazzling, looking at the camera like you just discovered the lens, eyes turned into crescents and smiling cheek to cheek. How long has he waited for you to smile at him like that? And the first time you do, he's behind a camera. At your fucking wedding reception of all places.

"You like her." His head snaps up from the viewfinder.

"What?"

His older friend snakes a gentle hand on over his shoulder. "You like her, don't you?" Seungcheol repeats, voice barely above a whisper.

Mingyu says nothing, slowly directing his gaze back downwards at the camera, screen stuck on the photo of you he took only a few moments ago. He can't do anything but sigh. Seungcheol's expression softens, giving his younger friend's shoulder a knowing squeeze.

"It gets better."

God, he sure hopes it does.

-

Mingyu's attention fades in and out when you're reading your vows. It's ironic that on one of the happiest days of your life, he finds it impossible to focus on you when it feels like that's all he's done for years. It was a welcome distraction, however. He can't decide what would destroy him more: listening to you profess your love to someone that wasn't him, or knowing that you meant every word. You end your monologue gracefully with a small smile, holding back a sob as the groom begins his.

"You're the best thing to ever happen to me," Wonwoo begins, voice breaking as he bites back his own tears.

In another time, another place, Mingyu would've agreed with him. But in this moment, as you look at his best friend like he's the center of your whole world, Mingyu decides that you might have been the worst thing that's ever happened to him.

[marvelmusing]

In Another Life

The New Year

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Reader

Summary: It’s New Years Eve, and the first time you’re celebrating with Aleksander as your husband.

Warnings: suggestion of sexual content.

A/N: Happy new year!!

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Pulling your kefta tighter around your body, you shiver lightly in the chilly winter air as you make your way over the grass towards the huddle of fabrikators working on assembling the fireworks for tonight’s festivities.

Amongst them you spot a flash of black and you move towards your husband. With the wars over, Grisha were free to push the boundaries of their power and skill, meaning that this New Year’s Eve celebration would be one for the history books.

Aleksander’s brows are furrowed as he listens to David’s explanations, and he nods along with the durast’s words. Genya appears beside her husband, a flash of red in your eye line, from both her hair and her kefta.

She had been talking to you yesterday about the colour pigments she was picking for the firework display, and you know that with David’s help the two of them would create a truly memorable display.

In the months following the end of the war, there had been an increase in weddings as soldiers returned to their sweethearts and families were reunited.

David and Genya had been married not long after you and Aleksander. Their ceremony had been a small yet beautiful affair in the chapel at the Little Palace.

A few fabrikators bow lightly as you walk by them, and you smile softly at them, giving nods of acknowledgment to the more familiar faces. The smile on your face widens when you catch Aleksander’s eye.

As he finishes his conversation with David and Genya, Aleksander approaches you.

“Hello, my love.”

“How are we faring?” You look around at the markings set up for the position of the fireworks.

“Everything is on track at the moment.”

You nod.

“Good.”

“How is everything inside?”

A grimace touches at your features as you think over the preparations you were supposed to be overseeing. The decorations were a disaster, and the menu had been changed twice already.

“Apparently my flower choices aren’t appreciated.” You remark. “Why do you think I’ve come to retrieve you?”

Aleksander breathes out a small chuckle, before he feigns a hurt expression.

“And I thought you were here because you missed me.”

You laugh softly.

“Of course I did, Sasha.” Leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek, you then add, “But I also need some back-up.”

Aleksander links his arm with yours, and the two of you make your way back to the warmth of the Little Palace.

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With Aleksander’s help, you manage to organise the party to perfection.

It’s more understated than the Winter Fete, or even the Christmas celebrations, but still filled with food and friends.

As the evening approaches, you and Aleksander retreat to his study, knowing that the windows will allow you a view over the grounds where the fireworks have been set up.

“In my world, we have a tradition for the new year.” You say as you settle onto the sofa by the fireplace.

He tilts his head aside in curiosity as he stands by the small table, pouring the two of you a drink.

“What is it?”

“You’re supposed to share a kiss with someone at midnight. I think it’s meant to strengthen the connection between you both, and ensure that it lasts through the next year.”

Aleksander holds a glass out towards you, which you accept, and he sits down by your side, his warm thigh pressed against yours.

“We had a similar tradition which was popular a few centuries ago.” Aleksander drapes his arm over the back of the sofa, his fingers tracing over your shoulder. “If a couple shared a kiss at midnight they would be blessed by Sankta Maradi.”

Together, you and Aleksander typically spend most evenings reading to one another. He had read The Lives of Saints to you one evening, and you could now recall the majority of the saints and their titles now.

“The saint of impossible love.”

He nods as you sip on your drink.

“If the couple receives her blessing, then supposedly nothing could ever keep them apart.”

“Did it work?”

His brows crease lightly as he tilts his head, thinking intently.

“Perhaps.” You frown at his response. “I’ve never partaken in the tradition.”

“Oh.”

A soft smile tugs at the corner of Aleksander’s lips as he looks over at you, before he takes a drink with a small hum.

“Perhaps this year I will.”

Glancing over at the timepiece placed on the mantel above the fireplace you read the position of the hands. The fireworks will be starting soon.

Finishing his drink, Aleksander holds out a hand for you, which you take, discarding your glass. Together you cross over the room towards the window seat which overlooks the grounds.

Opening up one of the windows, you can hear a few Grisha gathered on the front steps of the Little Palace. The cool winter breeze brushes over your cheeks, and your eyes flutter closed as you breathe it in.

Pale moonlight touches your features as you turn to look at your husband, who you find is already staring at you with adoration in his dark eyes.

His fingers are curled around yours, placed in his lap, and he brings them to his lips to press a delicate kiss to your knuckles.

When he drops your hand, you squeeze his knee between your fingers, shuffling closer towards him.

Below, you hear people counting down from ten as the new year approaches. There’s a sparkle in your husband’s eyes, and you smile as Aleksander reaches over, cupping your face, and you lean closer to him.

His fingers trace along your jawline, holding your chin in place as his lips finally press against yours. On the ground, people cheer, wishing one another a happy new year.

Gripping the front of Aleksander’s kefta, you tug him closer, sliding your hand into his hair. He hums softly when you squeeze the back of his neck.

“Happy new year, moi Sashenka.” You breathe the words softly against his lips, and your husband smiles widely at your words, tilting your face back for him for further the kiss.

“Happy new year, my dearest love.” His voice is tender as he brushes his nose against yours. “One of many more, with you by my side.”

You nod in agreement.

“Many, many more.”

The corner of Aleksander’s lips quirk, and mischief fills his eyes as he kisses you again, sucking lightly on your lower lip before he nips it between his teeth.

In response you breathe out his name in a sigh, tightening your grip on his hair which pulls a quiet groan from his throat.

He pulls you closer, no doubt intending to draw you into his arms so that he can whisk you away to the bedroom.

“Shall we begin to celebrate the new year, my love?”

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King of Your Heart

Chapter 16 "I wanna be the king"

summary: All that Frankie has ever wanted to be was your everything. After years of being best friends one phone call changes everything between the two of you.

inspired by The King by Sarah Kinsley

warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, age gap (reader is 28-29, Frankie 38-39), friends with benefits -> situationship, Frankie isn't a dad (yet), jealously, best friends with benefits, reader is toxic, reader wears makeup, reader has long hair, it's the last fucking chapter, so many taylor swift references, fluff, husband!frankie, smut, pregnancy (not reader), angst, courthouse wedding, no y/n, pet names, possessiveness, triple frontier boys, Tom is dead, reader is a flirt

an: i think i will be deleting this fic from tumblr at the end of the week. so read up while you can all because of this message<3 but thank you all for reading. i loved this ride of a story, i appreciate all my supporters. here's the fucking happy ending everyone wanted, i rewrote this last chapter 3 fucking times because i just didn't want everyone to hate me anymore than already do. i had a whole other author's note for the last chapter but nevermind.

inside the world of king of your heart

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It's been 6 months since Frankie popped the question after you and him had sat down and talked out everything you both have done to each other and then talked about little Morales on the way. Frankie offered you the chance to leave but you held his scruffy face in your hands, staring into his deep brown eyes, and said "Frankie, I want you and everything that comes with it." Frankie smiles, his eyes crinkling, and starts to tear up. Your heart soars when he nuzzles his face into your palms, breathing in your sweet scent and the warmth of your soft skin.

A wedding was out of the picture when you and Frankie decided to start looking for a bigger home for your growing family. You and her buried the hatchet and will do everything in the best interest of everyone's baby. You offered to take her to the doctor's appointments because you told her that the baby is just as much yours as hers.

Spending so much time with her created a nice acquaintanceship. The only stress you had was getting ready to welcome a human into the world. There were days when it was painful to be around her since she was living out your dream. Pregnant with Frankie's baby. You thought it was a sign to never have kids, just put it in the back of your mind. Frankie would come to the appointments when his job allowed him.

"I have a feeling it's a girl," she rubs her belly and looks out the window while you drove to the appointment. You smile and nod in response. "I have the same feeling," it was nice to agree and not have any fight behind it. You all agreed for it to be a surprise to find out the sex of the baby.

When the baby shower came around your emotions got heavier, especially when it was of her family and all of Frankie's family too. You felt like the black sheep of the party, sticking out like a sore thumb, no one talking to you besides Mari and Charolette. Frankie's mother was doting on Vanessa and Frankie. You had to remind yourself to keep a smile on your face and just enjoy being around your new family. It was also like a housewarming party since you found the perfect house. But the guys weren't there and Frankie had only stayed for an hour before leaving all the ladies with each other.

He slinks out of the living room to the kitchen, finding you mixing more punch and staring into the crystal bowl with the red liquid threatening to spill over the edges.

"Mama is looking for you," Frankie comes up behind you and wraps his strong arms around your waist. Your stirring comes to a halt, and your muscles tense up Frankie kisses your head and rubs your shoulders. He knows you've been on edge lately, he knew your mind was racing about what his mother wants to talk to you about. "Okay, I'll see you later, baby," You say, turning around to face him in his plaid button-up and slacks. You lay a sweet kiss on his cheek then sliding out of his arms.

The talk with his mother went a little like this, "I know you love him and he loves you but you're keeping a family apart." you sat there and nodded at everything she said. She wasn't wrong, you knew she was right, watching Frankie become a less angry person as the due date grew close and he was sweet with Vanessa. You didn't feel kicked aside at all through the months until now sitting in the mess of the aftermath of having over 30 people in your home. A glimpse into your future, with the birthday parties and holidays. Left cleaning other people's mess with Frankie god knows where. 

You dismissed what his mother said, never bringing it up to Frankie. You know better than to play with fire. It was a Friday morning when you woke up next to Frankie waking up for work. The ache in your chest is suffocating as you stare at your future husband probably thinking about her and the baby instead of you and how you were right there next to him. You felt like a stranger in your own home. Frankie looks at you and smiles with his boyish grin.

"Let's get married today," Frankie rolls and hovers above you, caging you in with his arms. He looks down at you, seeing you with a shocked expression. "R-Really?" You sit in a rush, almost smacking into Frankie, he chuckles and nods, sitting up with you in the middle of the bed. Your arms wrap around his neck and you smash your lips against his. You rush out of bed and pull Frankie along with you. Frankie starts the shower with you kissing his shoulder blade and hugging him. Anticipation sat in your tummy, the day has finally come and still the ache rests on your chest.

You pull out the dress you picked for this day, a short off-white dress with puffy sleeves. You didn't need to be at the courthouse until 1 pm, took the few hours you had left to write the vows. Frankie disappears to the bedroom while you sat at the white desk. The pen was slipping from your grip, and the sweat from your palms collected when you wrote the last line of your vows. Sealing the papers in the envelope, smoothing out your dress before walking out of your office 

Frankie heard your heels click on the hardwood floors that you demanded when you and him were looking for houses. He quickly folds the papers in half, shoving them in the envelope. He heads down the stairs and meets you in the living room.

You were looking at your reflection in the TV, and you turned around to see Frankie wearing the white dress shirt, unbuttoned at the top, no tie, black slacks. His dark brown hair was effortlessly styled with a brush through his hair with his fingers. He kept his scruff and mustache, your heart swelled at the sight of him. You smile at the memory of you pestering Frankie when you first became friends, you had gifted him clothes for his birthday telling him 'It's okay to invest in nice clothes'. 

You and Frankie stand in front of each other with the envelopes behind each other's backs. When you had dreamed of your wedding day you always imagined it with people buzzing around you but just being you and him in the home you bought together was perfect. No one was there.

Just you and Frankie. You have him. He's here to stay and so are you. Frankie's brown eyes rake up and down your body, he admires how the dress flairs out and stops just a bit above your mid-thigh, displaying your thighs, and the way you had your hair pinned back with a bejeweled hair clip, he takes in the fact that you had on a full face of makeup, the way the beige colors of the eyeshadow bring out the color of your eyes, and the eyeliner drawing his attention to the eyes that made him a lovesick man. 

"Mrs. Morales, you look like a true princess," Frankie makes the first move, stepping towards you and wrapping his free arm around your waist. The soft giggles from you made his heart beat a little faster. 

"Thank you, Mr. Morales. You look dashing," Your hand slides up the dress shirt, feeling his warmth come through the cotton. 

He looks like a husband, a husband who loves you and all your craziness. You tilt your head to look up at him, slotting your lips to lock with his. One last kiss before the one that seals everything together. 

You stand in the cold courtroom along with many other couples, varying in age, race, and gender. You liked how everyone was in their worlds. Frankie was trying to text the guys about the events of this morning, trying to arrange a little something for you, just a surprise. You looked at Frankie who had his back to you, wondering what was eating his attention.

Your names were called, Frankie quickly shoves his phone into his pocket. He takes your hand in his and squeezes it as you approach the judicial notary. The basic ceremonial vows were repeated by Frankie first, "I, Francisco, take you" with your name leaving his lips made you melt into a puddle, ", to be my wife. In this moment, I promise before these witnesses to love you and care for you all of our days. I accept you with your faults and your strengths, even as I offer myself with my faults and my strengths." he choked up and pushed down the sob that was coming up. 

Frankie was grateful to have you become his wife. He was emotional over the fact that you still want him after all the bad things he has done in service and not in service. You still want him even for his PTSD and addiction, you know everything and still want him as your lifelong partner made him realize that he doesn't have to live in fear or darkness anymore. 

You raise your right hand and take a deep breath, "I," you cringe a bit when your legal name leaves your mouth, it was hard to say it because you don't identify with it, you are Princess ", take you, Francisco, to be my husband. In this moment, I promise before these witnesses to love you and care for you all of our days. I accept you with your faults and your strengths, even as I offer myself with my faults and my strengths." You were zoned in how Frankie's eyes dilated when you said the word 'husband' and how the smirk on his face became smug. 

The officiant said the famous words, Frankie practically sweeps you off your feet, dipping you back and your arms wrapping around his neck like this morning in bed, his lips greedily find yours, pressing them together with sweetness and dominance. The taste of your lip gloss and his wintergreen mint was left in your mouth. Frankie pulls away and puts you back on your feet. You took a second to regain your stability from the kiss and the fact you wore heels. "Let's get out of here," Frankie whispers in your ear. 

When you walk out of the courthouse and stop at the top of the stairs outside. This is it, you are married to him. It's done. You're a wife now. Frankie's wife. He is yours forever. You both look at each other and take a deep breath at the same time. The day has been nothing but perfect, waking up next to him, the first words to come out were 'let's get married today', sharing a hot shower with you giving him a blowjob then him fucking you with so much lust in his thrusts, you both taking time out of the day to write your vows to each other to be read later, now here you are married to him. 

"I love you," Frankie and you say at the same time. The sun right above the two of you, Frankie cradles your cheek in his hand, tilting your head back so he can see how angelic you look as his wife, so soft and submissive, not angry anymore. His beautiful princess is finally his for life. "I bought you something, it's at home and there's another surprise waiting for you," Frankie says, scooping you bridal style and going down the stairs with you in his muscular arms.

"My husband already bought me something, how sweet, and has a surprise for his wife. So doting." You tease, running your fingers through his hair while he carries you to the truck. He opens the door and gently sets you in your seat. You turn your torso to grab his Standard Heating Oil hat and smoosh down his curls, "There. Now you look normal," You caress his beard and kiss his pouty lips. He smiles and winks at you before buckling you in. 

The drive home was you trying to pull Frankie's surprise out of him. You were antsy and just wanted to get home and rip his clothes off. When you pull into the driveway, you see candles along the sidewalk leading to the gate of the backyard.

You chuckle and walk with Frankie to the backyard to find everyone at a round table with candle sticks in the center of the table. Everyone you love so much, Will and Charolette, Pope and that chick he met at Will's wedding, Benny and Mari, and then Vanessa. She was there with a smile and her pregnant belly carrying your baby. Frankie nodded at her and then ushered you to your seat, your plate next to on your left Benny and Frankie on your right. 

Once you were all seated, exchanged congratulations Benny stood and held his glass of champagne.

"This day has been a long time coming since the night Princess almost punched me in the face," soft laughs broke out around the table, you nudged his hip with your elbow,

"She met her person and Catfish met his. I think we can agree that when they were together that it was hard to watch, Fish c'mon you should've kissed her the second you met her," Frankie rolls his eyes and brings your chair closer to his,

"What I'm trying to say is that we all love you guys and that it's about damn time you tied the knot, To...friendship," Benny sniffles back his tears and raise his glass, 'To friendship' everyone murmurs. You drink the gold bubbly and set the empty glass on the table. 

It was beautiful to see your friends celebrate you and Frankie. You felt the closeness you've always yearned for. No one judges the other person, everyone just knows and minds their business. Your eyes flickered to Vanessa talking to Pope's girl, they were talking about kids.

Pope was half listening when he looked over at you watching Vanessa. He couldn't make out the aching look on your face. You thought about how everything was so juvenile just months ago and now you both have made the effort to forget the past. You admired how she came here to celebrate you and him. She was enjoying herself and it was comforting that you have grown up. 

The night was coming to an end when you started to fall asleep while dancing with Frankie. Everyone said goodnight and one more congrats your way. Closing the door and turning to see Frankie already unbuttoning his shirt and shoes off with the bottle of champagne in his hand. You bite your lips drinking in the unholy image in front of you. He's delicious and wants you. 

"Now I was promised a gift from my husband," You stalk Frankie, your hands roaming his waist and going up his chest and shoulders. Frankie looks down at you through his lashes and smiles with a nod. "Go sit on the bed, change into the set that was a gift from the girls, and I'll bring out your gift." He commands, your breath hitches in your throat, and his low voice is almost a growl.

You scurried up the stairs. You walked into the bedroom with the white box wrapped with a black bow across it. Your fingers rubbed the soft silk ribbon against your skin. You take off the top of the box to expose the black satin nightie that was sheer lace at the cups of the breasts, and black lace thong to wear under. Expensive lace, not itchy, woven delicately. You loved how satin was cool along your body, you love how it's hugging your hips and stopping just at where Frankie will be worshipping you. 

The door opens, Frankie with a velvet box in his hand and the unopened bottle of champagne. You sit on your knees at the end of the bed, Frankie stands in front of you after he sets the bottle down on the bedside table. "I know you, Princess. I want you to wear this pride, not because I want to own you but because I love you for you and you love me" Frankie is staring into your soul, you know what he is saying. He opens the box to the necklace, with the dainty 'F' initial pendant pulled taut and will rest where your collarbones meet. 

"I trust you," you stated, with no hesitation. He whispers 'Turn around', you face your back to him, and he gathers your hair to push out the way. His lips gently pressed to your skin, taking in your sweet scent and how your peach fuzz felt against his scruff. He clasps the necklace together and lays a kiss on your pulse point. Your skin heated down your body, the intimacy was healing your angry heart. You feel up your body to feel out the necklace and remember the 'F' between your fingers. "Thank you for this, I want this," you reassured Frankie, knowing he was doubting himself up to this moment. 

Frankie pressed you down against the mattress, muscle memory took over as you arched your back and raised your hips. His calloused hands, slide up your thighs, taking handfuls of the soft flesh of your ass, spreading your cheeks, giving him a peek at your pink pussy in contrast to the black lace decorating your cunt. Glistening with your slick you've been producing all day.

Frankie groans when strings of your arousal connect the slutty thong,

"Fuck baby, have you been this wet all day?" Frankie brings his face to your cunt. His tongue licks up your slit, tasting slight orange from the mimosa you've been sipping all morning and how your tang mixed heavenly with it. Your musk mixing with the perfume you spray on your thighs was intoxicating to Frankie.

"Yes," you hiss out when he spreads you out more, just looking at how your hole flutters around nothing, aching to be filled. His fingers slide up and down your slit collecting your juices. You shudder at his teeth grazing against your skin, his tongue licking around the bite. 

"How should I make my wife cum? By my fingers, or should I eat your yummy cunt? Maybe just stuff you full with my cock and fuck you into the bed?" Frankie pushes his middle finger into your pussy, you whimpered feeling his finger fuck in and out of you slowly.

"'M, fuck you with my fingers then my cock," Frankie mumbles into the fat of your thigh, focused on how your pussy was swallowing his fingers, he curls them hitting your g-spot, and your body lurches forward a bit from the instant pleasure you were wavering in.

"Fuck! Frankie, baby right there!" You hummed out, fucking yourself back on his fingers, his thumb pressing against your clit, a gush of slick ran down his hand, and Frankie licks up the slick. Your walls clenching rapidly around his digits. 

Your thigh trembled uncontrollably, as your juices sprayed onto your thighs, the sheets, and his arms.

"Baby you feel so good," you slurred out, high off of the white-hot pleasure running through your body head to toe. Frankie kisses your ass once more before slowly retracting his fingers from your core. You hear the zipper of his pants and the rustling of clothes hitting the ground, Frankie climbs on the bed and taps your hip to flip over. 

"I want to see your beautiful face when you take your husband's cock for the first time," Frankie's words were about to make you cum without him touching you. He pushes your thighs to your chest, and in one swift motion, he thrust his thick aching cock into your dripping core. You looked him right in the eyes, your mouth opened moaning from how full you feel when he's inside of you, and the pressure from being in the mating press.

Frankie rests your calves on his shoulders as he sets a fast pace, the tip of his length hitting your cervix, and his mouth kisses around your ankle, his tongue all over your legs. His deep groans turning into growls with each thrust.

His eyes gaze down at the necklace and his initial resting on your throat. "You're mine forever," Frankie leans down and sucks the thin skin on your neck, biting hard enough to leave a mark. Your hands pull on his hair, bringing his mouth to yours, his mouth opens inviting you in, the taste of champagne and your tang in his spit made you crave more of Frankie. 

It was messy and hungry. Your salvia on his tongue, he spits into your mouth when you moan out when he lets go of your legs, letting fall open naturally, his pace slows down. He rests on his elbows next to your head, holding you in place, gazing at how fucked out you looked with his saliva coating your lips, your makeup running down your face, the lingerie wrinkled and covered in sex.

"I love you, princess," he whines, feeling his cock pump his seed into your womb, your legs locking him in place. "I love you, fish" you cried out when your orgasm floods you, consuming you when you could feel Frankie's warm cum mixed with yours, trickling out of your cunt that could handle so much. 

Panting fills the silence and you pull Frankie to your chest, letting him rest, skin to skin. You want to rip out your chest and let him live inside of you forever. Your soft hands rub up and down his back, your nails lightly scratching his skin. Frankie could feel the chemistry of your hormones bring him closer to your soul. He loves it. You smell heavenly and look like a smoke show. His wife. His best friend. 

You both relax, heartbeats slowing down enough for you to get under the covers, not worrying about the mess of your love on the sheets and between your thighs until tomorrow. Frankie pops open the champagne and lets you have the first sip. Life is good for once. You have him. He's yours. 

The vows:

'My dearest friend, Francisco Morales. You have been my whole world since the night we met. We clicked right away, everyone assuming we were dating. Our friends pulling me away from you at the first party we went as friends, they asked if we were dating. I said no and then I was told we should date. I thought they were crazy. Years later I am writing these vows to be married to you. Before you, I was perfectly fine with being on my own, and you broke down all my walls. You made me better. You have been the person I've been waiting for. The king of my heart. Frankie, I am the luckiest woman in the world to have you worship me and my love for you. I know the road to this day was not easy, but you made it with me by your side. We've been to hell and back with each other, you have proved time after time that you will love me for me. You're a mansion with a view, I need you to know that you are wonderful in and out. I love you with my entire heart. Our love has been delicate but now it's long-lasting. I am ready for the next chapter in our lives. I am ready for our little baby on the way and the many more we will have together. I swear on my life to love you under any condition, any time, any where. I swear to be loyal and surrender all my fears to you. I swear to be your one and only until our last breaths. Thank you for loving me when I was so hard to love. No one was ever or will ever be worthy of my love, passion, or my heart. Ever thine, ever mine, ever ours.'

'My best friend,' your full name etched into the white paper, 'the title that you only hold. You stole my heart and never gave it back. It always been yours to keep. When you first walked into my life, I knew that I would fall hard. Your smile grabbed my attention. I love how you love me and our friends. I never wanted to be with another person so badly until you, Princess. When you chose me as a best friend I was thought I could die a happy man. I will always be yours. Everything is about you and I wouldn't want change it for the world. You're magnetic, I am drawn to you. You are my enchantress and I am perfectly fine to be under your spell for the rest of our lives. My sweet baby, I love you more than anything on this earth. I was never excited about life until I met you. Princess, everything that has happened has made me want to be the very best man for you. I want to be the king. I will be. I am the king, with you as my church, religion and everything I believe in. I swear to put you first, I swear to make things right, I swear to cherish our time together. I swear to love you and worship you every day. 'Til death do us part.'

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Hmm. I'm glad my Krampus experience was better than yours then then.

Oh yes, I'm sure I'd get along well with Husk and Angel Dust. I'll have to share photos of my little Christmas village during the holidays. Hah...I remember I had a dream once that Angel and I were just watching dumb tik toks and giggling like mad...and he kept calling me Shortcake. Now I want someone to call me that irl. 😅

I'm not typically one for parties. I either stick like glue to one or two people I know...or if there's any kind of pet, I will disappear to hang out with it. I found goats and chickens at a cousin's outdoor wedding once. After dinner, no one saw me again. 😂 That being said, Charlie's costume party actually sounds fun! Maybe I could crash it for a bit this year. Idk if you're aware, but Florida absolutely contains portals to hell, which is why I'm able to pop in from time to time. I suppose because I'm super *not* dead, I just sort of get...popped back home after a bit. Lol. I love dressing up. My last Halloween costume, I was Beetlejuice. Wore a black and white striped dress, my friend did my makeup and we spray painted my hair green. 😁

A lottery! Intriguing. Maybe a bit alarming for us over worlders. Hah. Though, things are pretty bad up here. We'd probably barely notice any chaos a demon visitor would cause! Hah!

I'm very curious, what do you think you would do up here if you won this lottery? 🤔

Oh bad Stanley! We need to have a chat. No eating pets. I support Angel Dust's chasing him off with a bat if he tries to eat Fat Nuggets again. Are you not feeding him enough pedophiles, Alastor??

We're opposite ends on The Shining. I've only watched the movie and not read the book. I know King is brilliant, but I think I got halfway through one his books once. Surprisingly not a huge fan of most horror. But it's only bc...none of it scares me, so I usually feel kind of disappointed? I'll like those kinds of movies if they're well written/have some humor/have a good aesthetic. The art school bitch in me is sated by beautiful camera work and colors. Haha. Oh, recommendation, watch Crimson Peak.

Hahah. Don't worry. I won't be calling you Big Al. Was only teasing. I don't like it either. Hah.

No offense taken at the drunk comments. I suppose it hasn't been a bad experience for me since I've never been so drunk I wasn't unaware of what I was doing. I used to go to bars a lot (had a lot of musician friends then...I've been to a frankly obscene number of open mics) so I feel you on being subjected to obnoxious inebriated people. I generally drank a coke...or if I was feeling particularly feisty...a Shirley Temple. 🤣 You'd be amazed the side eye and teasing I'd get for that order. Never cared, those things are tasty!

I promise to not call you the c word again. Though, if you piss me off, I will definitely call you the *other* c-word. Heh. Will just settle on calling you dapper, eh? It's an excellent and underused word in modern times.

Appreciate your discretion and care in the imaginary unwanted drunk cuddle scenario. Lol. That is, dare I say it, rather sweet. You are surprising!

I also quite enjoy our conversations, so thank you! 😊

Work was alright on Friday (I left early for another baseball game so that helped, lol). I was training a new hire all day. He's great; laughs at my jokes (v important), is COMPETENT. He gave me candy! PLEASE DON'T QUIT I scream internally.

Let's see...I have a sort of a joke for you. Hopefully you appreciate a nerdy joke like I do.

oh shit - i was time travelling and accidentally killed an ancient italian. doesn’t matter tho everyone was killing each other, when in Reme do as the Remans

And for today's photo I present this chaos table covered in several dozen Halloween decorations. They're here until I get them all set up nicely, hopefully this weekend.

https://imgur.com/a/GEn1kDX

I really need to think of a song rec again. I haven't seen any on your tumblr for a while...*sad face*

I'm off to pick up a werewolf! I will not be elaborating.

After while, crocodile 🐊

I can imagine Angel Dust doing something of the like. At least he gave you a somehow respectful nickname: Shortcakes. Compared to Smiles.

Hah, well you and I are very different. I would rather spend time with people than pets. However I suppose to each their own. People entertain me far more, pets are simply loving. Oh well, I hope your cousin's did leave some tempting animals to play with. It was on them that you didn't return to dinner. Hah!

Yes, Charlie's costume parties are always fun. Oh well, I would love if you could pay the hotel a visit! Charlie would absolutely not mind if you showed up for a Halloween party! We've had an unfortunate amount of Floridians accidently end up in Hell and it usually ends badly for them. Hah, well, thank goodness you haven't run into our rather lively denizens! Beetlejuice? My, that's a rather fun outfit!

If I won the lottery? I'm sure I would wreck some havoc on New Orleans for the sake of it and take a canoe out on the Bayou. Terrify a few loitering teenagers. I'm not quite sure if I am being honest what I would do.

I am feeding Stanley plenty of pedophiles! It seems he has an insatiable appetite and he seems to crave beloved pets. KeeKee is far smarter than the pig to stay out of Stanley's way. I can arrange a chat between you and him if you so desire.

I am not a big fan of movies but sure, I'll give it a shot when I happen upon a chance. Hmm...none of it scares you? Interesting. I am personally not one to be scared of silly movies or books however I did find myself deeply invested in the fate of the characters. In the Shining book if I recall correctly, the father cared far more about his family in the book than in the movie where he was a raging horrible maniac. I could go on about it but I shall end it here.

Hmm...it wasn't a bad experience to be out of control of your own body? That is personally not something I would enjoy but to each their own, dear. I'm not one for Shirley Temples but I'm sure its tasty for you!

Yes, I would prefer to be called dapper. I've never been one to love cuss words but they surely have their place and time.

Why is it surprising? It's the only rightful thing to do. I know quite a quite a few people that would disgustingly take advantage of a situation like that, unfortunately. Common human decency is truly dead.

Yes, its always important to have a competent coworker. There's a surprising lack of that in the working world. He gave you candy? My, my. Yes, I do hope he doesn't quit either.

Hah! That's an absolutely delightful joke, dear!

Oh my, that is quite a lot of Halloween decorations! My mother would have a stroke if you saw it. Charlie I'm sure would be absolutely ecstatic! I wish you luck.

See you later, my dear, alligator!

PS: As much as I do enjoy our conversations, could you perhaps make your letters a bit shorter?

[cheerfullycatholic]

Hey, apologies in advance for the ramblings but I really need someone to talk to about this anonymously 😅 so basically idk if I’m crazy or should genuinely feel ridiculous or like a loser??? But I’m currently living in Europe and one of my good friends is getting married in a few months and is out in the states. I’m supposed to be going out there for the wedding but I honestly think it’s been making me sick with stress. See, I am on the spectrum and I like to be able to do what I want and get away from people when I need to but there’s like an entire set of plans with more of her friends and of course extended family who I have never even talked to before and it’s not that I think they’ll be horrible but it’s a long time to be somewhere new and ofc she is going to be busy prepping for the wedding itself and I thought I’d be able to do things alone but I found out where she’s currently living is actually quite far from anything and I might have to rely on her other family to get me places. On one hand, I feel so dumb because it seems like such a great opportunity to also visit this place but on the other hand, it really is so much to not be guaranteed alone time and knowing she won’t be there all the time idk I’ve just been really sick to the point of passing out lately and this is the only thing I can think of that has caused such an increase in stress and I feel kind of pathetic for it? In any case, if you have any words of wisdom, advice etc I’d appreciate it and please prayers 🥺

Dude I totally get you, and it's not ridiculous or pathetic. I don't know if I'm on the spectrum but I deal with the same things all the time, and they just make my chronic illness worse. My nephew's birthday party and my step uncle's wedding are both tomorrow and I was having a rough time health wise just with the party but the wedding was hastily planned two weeks ago which was not enough time to mentally prepare for, and my nephew's party is in a place I've never been to before mostly with people I either don't like or don't know and I've been dying, man. And I can't drive so I can't just leave, ya know? Not unless someone takes me home and I can't expect anyone to do that. But at least these events are all in my general area, I couldn't imagine how it would feel to be in a different country! I will definitely keep you in my prayers

Firstly, since it's making you sick, you do not have to go or do all the things she wants you to. She's your friend, she should understand that your health just won't permit it and going could make it worse. It's okay to take care of yourself. But if you decide to go, what are some things that help you calm down and deal? For me it's listening to show tunes. I bought these open ear bluetooth earbuds (link goes to Amazon) specifically so I can listen to Hamilton at the events tomorrow without anyone knowing because I can hide them behind my hair, and since they're open ear I can both hear the music and the people around me both just fine and they don't hurt after awhile like normal earbuds do. I wouldn't be going to either events if I hadn't gotten these. You mentioned alone time, maybe tell your friend about your struggles and that you sometimes need time to relax and breathe by yourself and maybe she could figure out a place where you could rest. If you go, do what you gotta do, make gathering all of the stuff you can to help yourself a fun thing

[robbiefischer]

💝 - What gestures do they really appreciate? How do you get on their good side?

☕ - Coffee or tea?

💀 - How do they feel about horror movies?

💖 - How and how often do they try to impress their partner(s)? How and how often do their partner(s) impress them?

for your ladies!! :)

Tysm for asking about my girls! I'm going to do this for Jamila and Viola, Saoirse and Zoe, and Felicity and Shiloh. Jamila and Viola are both surgeons - Jamila's a plastic surgeon, and Viola's a trauma surgeon. Saoirse is a licensed esthetician and massage therapist and plays bass guitar in fables. Zoe is a hair stylist, and is a vocalist (and occasional strings player) in fables. Shiloh is a wedding and event planner, and Felicity owns a really cute little sweets & gelato shop in Maplewood, a small town right outside of New Islington. (Also tysm for your lovely prompt a few days ago! I love it and am really looking forward to working on it once I've finished this other ficlet I've got in progress.) Cut because this got really long.

💝 - What gestures do they really appreciate? How do you get on their good side?

Saoirse: Not to use love language terminology, but Saoirse really appreciates little acts of service, whether in romantic or platonic relationships. She loves it when people do little things for her without her having to ask. If Zoe takes her car out to gas it up and get it washed for her? Fantastic. Someone grabbing her water bottle to refill it for her while they're up getting themselves something? Amazing. She comes home late after a really long shift to a clean house and dinner made even though it was supposed to be her night to cook? The best. Getting a bit of a shoulder and temple massage from Zoe after work without having to give her puppy dog eyes? Incredible. A friend giving her their hoodie because she looks cold? She melts. She just really loves it when someone takes a responsibility off of her shoulders - could she do all of this herself? Yes, easily. But not having to is SO nice.

Zoe: Zoe's absolute favorite thing is probably being given small, unexpected gifts that make it clear that the giver really gets her and knows her well. They don't have to be big or expensive at all (frankly, she prefers it if they're not) but things like a hot cocoa bomb Saoirse grabbed for her at the store because she knows Zoe loves chocolate and cute things or a new pair of fuzzy socks because it's getting cold out and Zoe always has ice blocks for feet? Jasper (one of her work friends) bringing her her favorite tea latte when he runs out to get himself one without asking her if she wants one? A new mug because she broke hers, or a pretty postcard for her to put up at her station at the salon? Knowing someone was thinking of her like that makes her all warm and fuzzy inside.

Viola loves to be spoiled and surprised by the people who love her. She loves it when Jamila plans fancy date nights for the two of them (Jamila always goes *way* overboard, right down to picking out Viola's outfit for the night and often buying her a new dress or something), loves surprise fancy spa trips for a massage and facial, loves fancy gifts, loves it when her brother gifts her a gorgeous new bag after she gives him a long weekend break from his toddler who is very much in the throes of the terrible-twos. She is definitely a champagne tastes kind of girl, and thankfully she and her wife have the budget to match that.

Jamila loves praise and compliments more than pretty much anything else in the world. Yes, she is gorgeous. Yes, she is a brilliant surgeon. Yes, her sutures are utter perfection. Yes, that outfit is fabulous and suits her perfectly. Yes, she is the best wife ever. The meal she cooked for her and Viola after a long shift is amazing. She's the best sister-in-law ever and is just SO good with her baby niece. She knows all of this but she craves hearing it from other people at all times and will essentially purr like a very satisfied cat when it happens. Viola always makes sure to compliment her and praise her, even leaves her little notes to find which Jamila absolutely adores.

Shiloh is a very tactile person and loves physical touch more than anything else. She loves having her hair played with or braided, long, soft hugs, foot rubs (she REALLY loves a good foot rub), shoulder and back massages, snuggling on the couch with her girl, a friend rubbing her arm or squeezing her shoulder encouragingly when she's stressed, soft forehead kisses... she gets touch-starved easily and loves having her physical affection bank refreshed and poured into.

Felicity's favorite gestures are anything to do with feeding her. While she does actually enjoy cooking, it feels like SO much work a lot of the time and she'd rather just cry while she poured herself a bowl of cereal or ate shredded cheese right out of the bag bathed in the light of the fridge. Having someone cook for her or bring her a snack or order delivery for lunch for her while she's at work makes her feel all warm and fuzzy and cared for, whether it's Shiloh having her favorite comfort meal waiting after a really long day or her sister, Verity, dropping by the shop with a snack for her. The way to her heart is through her stomach.

☕ - Coffee or tea?

Viola is an "inject caffeine straight into my veins" kind of girl. She'll do cold brew with a couple of espresso shots on top, black coffee, quad shots, iced Americanos (no water, just ice to dilute it)... every great once in a while she'll indulge in a slightly sweet seasonal latte around the holidays but that's pretty rare and she couldn't have anything sweet be her every day drink.

Jamila, on the other hand, is really sensitive to the taste of bitter so while she likes coffee, she needs it to be sweet enough to cover the taste. She's not a big fan of mochas, but loves anything vanilla, caramel or hazelnut. She also loves tea, but mostly herbals and white teas because of the bitterness issue. Her favorite way to relax after a shift is with a mug of her favorite mint and rose white tea and a book in front of the fire.

Saoirse prefers tea and tea lattes (especially green teas or matcha lattes, although she'll never say no to herbals, chai, rooibos or other black teas), she really isn't a fan of coffee although she'll begrudgingly drink it if she's really dragging and just can't wake up or is super fatigued. Zoe knows something's up with her if she's willingly drinking coffee.

Zoe loves coffee, but she prefers it sweet (and preferably iced and blended and topped with whipped cream, unless it's really cold out). She's also a big fan of fancy hot cocoa - at least partly because she was never allowed it growing up and she's making up for lost time.

Felicity's a coffee person, but goes back and forth on whether or not she wants it sweet or not. It really just depends on the day. More often than not she prefers just a basic, unflavored latte but sometimes she'll go nuts and make herself something fancier.

Shiloh would rather have soda or an energy drink most days. She's not opposed to coffee or tea, although neither of them are daily drinks for her. She knows energy drinks really aren't great for her, but also she doesn't care. They work and that's what matters to her - girl is *all* about efficiency.

💀 - How do they feel about horror movies?

Viola loves horror movies, but they rarely scare her. She finds most of them funny, just... ridiculous and overwrought. Her job's kind of desensitized her to gore and blood, and she just doesn't believe in anything supernatural so none of it's real to her. She just finds them entertaining.

Jamila is scared of horror movies, but she'll watch them (the non-gory ones at least, she's not a fan of it or anything with torture) with Viola, usually peeking out from behind her hands while she watches with her wife all snuggled up next to her. Every time she jumps, Viola hugs her a bit tighter.

Saoirse and Zoe both like them, but only around Halloween. October is horror movie month, and neither of them will watch them the rest of the year. It's purely a "get in the mood for spooky season" thing for them, often while they're carving pumpkins or working on costumes. Zoe loves Halloween and goes all out for it, so they have to set the right vibe for it.

Felicity will not watch horror movies. She doesn't like them at all, they really scare her (she was raised really religious and while she's not any longer and has deconstructed, there's still a lot of horror movie content that revolves around things she was taught were "evil" and they still distress her even though she doesn't really believe in them) and it's just not something she's willing to compromise on.

Shiloh's not a big fan of them in general, but she's got a couple that she likes and will watch around Halloween but only if Felicity's out of the house doing something else. She doesn't want to risk her girl walking in on her watching one of them since she knows how much Felicity hates them.

💖 - How and how often do they try to impress their partner(s)? How and how often do their partner(s) impress them?

Okay, so this question is a bit hard to answer because I feel like most of my OCs don't really try to impress their partners although they might accomplish it unintentionally sometimes. They just... treat their partners really well and do things they know their partners like because they love them, but there's no real intent to impress if that makes sense? They just love their girls a lot and want them to be happy so they do things accordingly.

The only one I feel who really makes an effort to impress her girlfriend is Zoe and, frankly, a lot of that is a trauma response. She spent so much of her life not getting any recognition for the things she did and having her efforts actively diminished that she has a heightened need to be praised and recognized and to do things that get other people's attention. It's something she's working on in therapy, not desperately craving other people's affirmations as much and she's getting better about it.

[scarletttries]

hello! it's me again, dude with request about kendall roy x trans-man!reader. i saw your wedding event, so i want to make another one request, but on the subject of this event, if possible. take your time, i wish you inspiration and the best of luck in preparing for your own wedding! i don't know what exactly to tell about myself, what kind of information will be useful, but i'll try! i'm a silly goofy ukrainian trans man. i am short, i have black short hair and sad dark blue eyes. i pretend to be a bad boy, but all my friends will say with confidence that i have a heart of gold. i'm bisexual but very gay for kendall roy kldajkljdd. i don't know for sure about my dream date, but maybe it was time in nature as far away from people as possible, just me, kendall and the forest. i don't have many ideas for my wedding too, but i think i would wear a floral print black suit and a traditional ukrainian embroidered shirt (vyshyvanka). thanks in advance and with you good luck again!

Thank you so much for this request and your well wishes for my wedding! Also I love this description of you, and I ship you with a fellow bad boy with a heart of gold.... Kendall Roy! ☺️💛

- I picture you and Kendall meeting at a campsite in the middle of the forest somewhere in Europe. You're there to enjoy to the beautiful scenery, and he's trying to find some inner peace and sense of purpose after all the bullshit the last few years of Waystar have thrown at him.

- Kendall would be confident he could survive the wilderness alone despite having no experience doing anything for himself, so don't be surprised when you offer him some help setting up a tent and he tells you he doesn't need it, despite watching him struggle with it for several hours. Eventually as it gets dark he'll come crawling back for help, impressed by how at peace you seem out in nature and sure he could learn a lot from you.

- By the end of a weekend in the forest you and Kendall will be sharing a campfire in remote sites where no-one else will bump into you, swapping stories about why you're trying to get away from it all, bonding over all the little forest creatures that try to come up to you to steal little bits of the food you brought.

- Kendall would ask for your number, saying it's just to be camping buddies, but a few days would go by and he would know deep down it's more than that. He would miss your goofy sense of humour and the way you made him laugh with his whole body, a kind of joy he couldn't remember when he last felt.

- It's less than a week later that he's asking if he can come visit you, or fly you out to see him, quickly moving your friendship to a relationship as you start to spend more and more time together. Kendall feels like you are his perfect escape from all the stresses and pressure of his life, a safe place he can be himself and rest easy with someone he trusts.

- Kendall would love the way you appreciate nature, looking at everywhere the two of you visit in a completely new way and growing to enjoy the simple things a lot more in his own life. That doesn't mean he won't occasionally beg you to stay in a five-star hotel with him, which I'm sure you won't argue with too much!

- To propose he'd hire out one of those elaborate tree houses that let you look across the top of a rainforest and have your own private, luxury cabin in the sky.

- Kendall would be so excited to go wedding suit shopping with you, torn over whether to keep his outfit as a surprise, or embrace being able to go through this whole experience together. When he sees the traditional ukrainian vyshyvanka you've picked out he would be so incredibly moved, so proud of the way you embrace your heritage and just how gorgeous you look for your perfect day together.

[pbandjesse]

My allergies are making me feel very unwell right now. I'm hoping my meds start working soon because I took them over an hour ago and still nothing. I very much just want to sleep.

But there is much to talk about. Last night after I finished my post I made the mini cinnamon rolls and then jokingly got mad at James for moving the orange soda I left on the coffee table for two hours. Saying I was just coming back for it. And then we got into our off brand Lego flowers and sat down to watch the wedding video.

And I'll be honest, it starts alright. The b roll and shots around the monument are great. But the ceremony was framed weird and we are blocked by mics for a lot of it. And while the actual vows are filmed well, there is a lot of sound issues. And I would have liked to hear laughing from the audience more. I was glad the speeches were filmed. And I loved hearing the vows and speeches again. But I am just really disappointed in the quality of the video, the clips, the audio in parts, and the weird song choices. For some reason after the ceremony the rest is dubbed over with Rihanna. Even our first dance. I don't know why you would pick the song we actually danced to. And then it just ends with the final shot being two guests dancing that are Anne and Tucker's friends. No outro or anything. And I was just kind of bummed. I'm trying to not be upset, and I'm not falling apart like I was with the trailer. But it's not good. And I'm disappointed. In the video but also in our friend. Like we paid them more then any other vender outside of the venue and food. And it took 9 months. And it's just. Rushed at the end and not anything like I wanted. And it's just really disappointing. I am hoping James can talk to Brandon and maybe get the raw footage. Maybe I can make something closer to what I wanted. I don't really know much of editing but James does and maybe we can do something together.

We would go to bed pretty late. And neither of us really slept well. My neck hurt again when I woke up. Thankfully not as much as last week but still not good. I decided I was buying us new pillows today. Maybe that would help fix it.

When I woke up James was making me an omelet in the other room. Which was very sweet and would be a very good breakfast when I got to camp.

I got dressed and felt pretty good. My hair was kind of driving me crazy today but it was whatever. I really would like to dye it. Maybe this weekend when James is away that can be an activity for me.

But the day would be a nice one. I had a good walk this morning. Chatted with Bonnie and pet her dog Buddy. Went to see Ty and feed the goats an apple. I sat and talked with him for a while. He filled me in on petty drama and nonsense form the weekend. It was good to talk to him.

But I had to go and do my actual job. When I had gotten to work I knew the back was going to be messed up from color wars again. So I didn't go back right away and did everything else I needed to do before going and seeing what was up. And it was a mess. Materials wrecked and trash everywhere. I was very upset and felt pretty disrespected but it also just hurt my feelings. So I told the group chat just that. And reiterated that we should be leaving spaces better then we found them. It is just really frustrating.

I would get everything fixed though and after Mannie came up to see if he could help but he was to late for that. I still appreciated him asking. No one else did.

I started heading to the office and Annabelle would drive us down in the gator. Which is finally fixed. And I reminded Heather I would have to leave early next Monday. Made sure it's on the calendar. And went back to my building to wait for my group.

Who was late. All my overnights were late today. But it was fine. I was nervous about this. But everyone who loved it and it actually worked really well. A couple minutes after my first overnight came my new YLP, Anton, team and he's so good. I am almost convinced that he's Tatiana's boyfriend. But he has not said so so I will not say anything until he does. But he's very helpful. He does really want to be in the hammock which I understand and I told him he can when we don't have groups but I have him in charge of the hot glue gun station and so far no one has gotten hurt so that's good. And the kids are so creative with their puppets and that's just amazing to see.

The first two groups were girls and they made themselves and their animals and their friends and soccer players and it was just a lot of fun. And because they were so into the work I got to just sit to the side and watch them and give advice but also work on my knitting. All 144 squares are done and I'm starting to sew them together. I have five rows completed. I am making great time.

Lunch came pretty quickly and I wasn't going to go down. I had Left some of my omelette because I wasn't sure if lunch would be any good. But then Celia let me know that it was spaghetti so I would head down and got the biggest bowl possible for some reason. But it was still good. I didn't eat it all but it was a nice pass to even if the sauce was a little boring. I wish that there had been bread. But that's okay.

The afternoon groups also did a really good job. The first day camp group was a little more cautious about the hot glue but still seem to have a really good time and Anton did a really excellent job with them. He has a very good energy for the kids. He's 16 and he was trying his best and I really appreciate that.

Then we had our little break and I would lay outside and he laid inside and then we had bontkirchen.

And they did fine. They did string bracelets and two of them did metal casting. And I really only had a problem with one child who was also their last week wasting paint again. Because even though I told him please only pour as you go she keeps making entire pallets with all the colors and then only using like two of them and wasting all that pain it's so annoying. Stop wasting my paint! I keep telling you I don't have that much. So I had to talk to her counselor because her counselor also wanted to paint and I was like could you just share paint with her please. And that helped make me feel a little bit better about it. But then afterwards I leaned on the painted wood that the counselor made and got paid on my new dress. And it's fine I'm going to get paint on my clothing but it was just like seriously. Another thing I have to deal with with paint???!!

But I got over it pretty fast. We had our last day camp group and they were excellent. I really love day camp 10 and Trista is such a good counselor and really I just enjoy sitting and talking to her. And I really enjoyed sitting and talking to the kids as well. This was a solid group and I had a lot of fun with them.

For the last like 10-15 minutes of that hour I went inside to examine some things that Alicia, one of the counselors who was doing the Camp award and needed a service hour, sorting for me. One of my under cabinets is absolutely filed with plaster slip molds. And I have never taken them out or looked at them. And so she took them out and cataloged what they were and that was amazing. I chose half of them I thought we could reasonably do. Some are form the 1960s! And we, we being me, Anton, Alicia, and Louisa, would experiment with mixing plaster and using rubber bands to hold the molds. We ended duo with a radish, a ball, and a piece of corn. And I'm thrilled. This is going to be so much fun. I have no idea what I will do with them but ime excited to see what we can make.

We would clean up pretty fast. And I would spend a few minutes showing Louisa how to sew a whip stitch. And then I said goodbye to everyone.

I finished putting some stuff away while I talked to Louisa about how pillows are to expensive and then it was time to go.

I was not in a rush at all. And didn't mind waiting for Dachelle in the gator to give out snacks to the day campers by the pool. Even if I couldn't convince her to give me a rice krispie too.

Then I was heading to Marshalls. Where I found 4 pillows for less then what I had budgeted for two. And they are quoted and very soft. I got one thinner and one thicker for variety. I hope it helps my neck.

I also tried on some clothes. And got a black dress with a flattering front panel. It's like a corset triangle without the corset. Very pretty while still being really simple.

And then I went to pay. And found my wallet was not in my bag and I panicked.

The girl was really nice and made a note to hold the stuff for me. And I went to the car to see if it was there but no luck so I called James.

And they found it at home in my fanny pack. Which is the bag I used yesterday. I felt really stupid and upset with myself. But James talked me through adding my discover card to my Google wallet so I could pay with my phone. Which was really neat. I had to wait in line for a little but that was fine and I was able to pay. And then get rid of Google wallet form my phone because I don't want that. Feels unsafe. And then went home.

It took a while to get home. And I spilled lemonade on myself. So I was a little unhappy when I got back. But James was there. And sweetp was there. And things would be okay.

I took a quick shower and got changed and then we headed out. We were going to go to the brewery for dinner but they aren't open on Monday so to Michaels instead.

Where we go enough and only order one thing that the girl recognized us and was like. The usual? I've never had a usual before!!! So that was pretty cool. Though she gave me regular Pepsi instead of diet and James had to go ask her to swap it out and I felt bad. But the food was good and it was nice talking to my love and I felt good. I felt a lot better then I had.

After dinner James asked if I wanted ice cream but the line was to long and I didn't actually want ice cream I just wanted to spend time with them. So we didn't get any and went home instead.

When we got home we hung out. I laid in bed and enjoyed the new pillows. Eventually I would make more of the cinnamon rolls, called snail rolls, and when they were in the oven I asked James to watch them while I took a longer shower to hopefully help with the allergies that popped up when we got home.

And now we are in bed. Sweetp is here and seems to be in a much better mood. More cuddly. I am glad. I love him so much. And I love my James. And I hope we sleep better tonight.

Tomorrow I am hoping to feel good. Little to no neck pain. No wrist pain, which has subsided since I hit myself with the book but may be coming back, and I hope the weather is as nice as it was today.

I also hope to stay over. We might ride horses. And I am just looking forward to a good time. I hope you all have a good time too. Sleep well my friends. Goodnight

[valleynix]

Another chapter is finished. So you had mercy over those poor characters and us and decided to give us some fun time :')

I fear this is only a quiet moment before a huge storm but that's a problem for another day so lets appreciate the peace till it lasts. Ch. 10 comments.

Awww Donna. I wonder if she can become a trusted friend and maybe help Reader a little, it's hard not to be able to share your thoughts and worries with anyone :(

Cassandra: Sit.

Me: I am sat.

There she goes again, protective older sibling Cassandra my beloved <3

I believe in the other reality she was absolutely furious after Dani died and that's so sad that she died after she failed at protecting her and couldn't even avenge her death :') <\3

"If she knew what you had done before you’d gone back-"

You probably would be murdered to prevent it.

Here come Cass and Bela having beef with each other again with the Reader in the middle of it. Poor thing.

And the skinship goes hard whenever Bela's on the radar pls.

Not the Lunatic/Miranda moment pls they're truly mommy's lil bird.

Due to new evidence, their actions are understandable, as they're driven by – mommy issues👨🏼‍⚖️

But Lunatic, bestie, join the good side, we have a mommy too. And Alcina > Miranda.

A full pack of cuddles, kisses and praise too.

"She looks… like she’s been busy."

"(…)messy hair, flushed cheeks, even the robe-"

WHAT WAS LADY D BUSY WITH 😳

False alarm.

"I can show you that no one is here that shouldn’t be.”

Like bestie Miranda wouldn't shape-shift to a maid or sth.

“I could bite into your throat, darling.”

I see no issues here???? Next.

"She could tell you to sleep on the floor and you’d be happy."

REAL

Reader getting BOLD out there with Bela.

Also it's cute how Bela can be oblivious and shy at times but can also become wild in seconds 😭

NOT DANI AND CASS RUINING THE MOMENT PLS

Ok but they also cooperated to make a necklace for the Reader and that's so sweet *sobs*

"when you correctly pronounced something, she kissed you quickly and moved on to the next item"

The kind of motivation I need. Dani be my teacher.

"Not many humans would willingly spend their evening with me"

Well they're not really a human so.

Cassandra is like: fine I agree, but I'll complain the whole time.

"Could you lie your way out of it?"

No <3

Cassandra.exe stopped working for a moment there.

The amount of love I have for the Cassandra you write. Please the whole scene with her during that wedding in the village was so beautiful, I need every single word engraved in my heart.

READER YOU WERE NOT SUPPOSED TO KISS ALCINA !!!!!!!

oh i see you're getting to the good parts BAHA

*i'm definitely planning to have Donna be a friend to Reader, but she does have other things to tend to in her territory :')

*Cass pls anything for you

*PROTECTIVE OLDER SIBLING CASSANDRA >>>

*oh she 100% was, although iirc, i think Cass was killed before Dani was? i feel like the knowledge that you tried your best and it still wasn't enough to protect your youngest siblings, knowing what would happen to them as you spend your final moments crumbling to the ground... ouch :'(

*Lunatic has worse mommy issues than anyone else LMAO

*(it's the way you just know Daniela would adore Lunatic because of their funkiness (girl loves strange things) and would give them all the kisses and praise they wanted)

*she was... yknow... busy... BAHAHAHA

*tbf she does hire each maid individually, so she would know if someone was in the castle that wasn't supposed to be there :O doesn't stop Miranda from trying, though

*i see Reader is staying relatable as always HEHE

*i love writing her as so teasing and confident, but when someone else is actively flirting with her?? she's so clueless and can't really connect the dots SDJFS she's so smart but so stupid, i adore her

*YOUNGER SIBLINGS DOING YOUNGER SIBLINGS THINGS

*listen it's so obvious they all adore Reader i love it sm skdjfhskdjfs

*i would learn literally so much if i had Dani giving me a smooch every time i did something right pls

*LOOPHOLES

*(we all know Cass actually enjoyed it)

*HEHEHE I LOVE SOFT CASS, she's so awkward but so loving deep down. it's nice to write her as someone with a massive soft spot for those she loves/cares for, even if no one else would ever be lucky enough to see that side of her

*LISTEN THEY WERE VERY DRUNK AND ALCINA IS VERY PRETTY, their brain just. "hm. pretty lady. kith"

ehehe but i'm so glad you're still enjoying it :D <333

[signedeclipse]

🦉 anon here, I would like to say that I want to redo a request(if possible) I sent last night when the inbox was open, because I made that request half-asleep with jet lag at 11 PM at night and didn’t fully read the prompt 😅. Im sorry to inconvenience you Eclipse!

I would like to request a match up

Orientation + gender: Asexual/Panseuxal female. No preference if demon or slayer.

Looks: 5ft. Brown eyes and long dark brown hair. I like clothing that aren’t too bright and are kinda dark or less saturated in colour. I leans towards more of a tomboy style but not all the way.

Personality: Eccentric as described by my friends but generally optimistic. Some days I’m full of energy, very skittish, jumpy, other days, I’m very mellowed out, dazed, and tired like a sleepy owl. I guess socially, I don’t interact with strangers unless necessary and prefer to talk to friends.

Hobbies: Art, talking about animals(mostly bird obsessed), watching shows and videos, and playing games(doesn’t have to be video games). I also like to passionately talk about things I like or do and go on for hours about it. I also like trinkets, could be shiny or could be unique. If it looks cool, I would be holding it and staring at it like a magpie.

Others: Scorpio

- 🦉

You got…Mitsuri!

Hear me the fuck out!!! I am onto something!!!!!!!

She has younger siblings, and I think you would be really great with them! Since you can pretty much match kids fluctuating moods and you have all those small facts about birds that they really like. She Is really enamoured with the fact that they always ask about you and ask when they next get to see you!

In a similar way, she also tends to go through energetic spouts, and the more time you spend together the more your inner tunes start to sync.

You and her crow get along so well! Because you are always leaving around little trinkets, it eventually picks up some and brings them to you, so long as you feed it from time to time. Mitsuri appreciates that you care for her bird, because she can get very forgetful about the small things.

Date nights usually involve going to a new restaurant every time, or going to her parents for a family night! Her parents think it's very cute that after all her fuss about a husband, she ended up with a wife, but they take you into the family real quick.

Being competitive in sports is great, because they also get very competitive at their games! While spirit is all the play, anytime you win it impresses Mitsuri a lot!

Expect lots of food dates where you talk for hours over different small dishes and snacks, and a second family that will support you above anything else!

Mitsuri is very joyous when you draw her, and any drawings you make of the two of you together gets framed and put up. In the hallway of the love mansion, there's a small collage in the making from your first drawing of your first date and hopefully it will end in a drawing of your wedding day!

Authors Note - Honestly getting two of these rocks I have double the info to go off of! It's nice to meet someone else who is 5ft, because I sadly never got taller! I don't mind it, but an extra inch or three would have been great lol

I hope you like who I picked! I had to act very serioues, need to make sure owl anon gets a good s/o! No exceptions!

[bardic-tales]

Mistletoe & Blackberries

Timeline: Pre ESO Wordcount: 1, 041 Pairing: m! Dragon knight || f!Templar Premise: Wulfric creates a holiday dessert and hangs decor for the New Life Festival.

Prompt: Where did all this mistletoe come from?

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New Life Festival Outskirts, Windhelm

1.

The cloying smell of blackberries cooking filled the entire house. Wulfric had gone to much trouble concealing the purchase from Mirne, sneaking away to a vendor while she was busy. He kept the preserves hidden until this very day when Mirne was going to pick up some exotic herbs for her cooking. She always did the cooking, and for good reason. Mirne was good at it. He wanted to show his appreciation for it.

On top of that, he could show her that he cared for her. That was the one thing that she hinted about but never outright accused him of. She didn’t understand how much she meant to him. He only hoped that his blackberry tart would do the job. Unlike Mirne, he wasn’t very good at cooking.

While the tart was baking, he was busy hanging mistletoe all over. He pinned some up over the threshold, several bunches, in fact. Every few feet, he hung some from the rafters, spacing them out so that the entrance room was covered with dangling mistletoe.

“She’ll have to kiss me this time,” he muttered to himself.

It was not like Mirne had no interest in him. She had admitted to loving him, but she also protested any romantic relationship with him. Six months ago, they attended a wedding of his dear friend, Carmine. After he tried to kiss her, Mirne rebuked him and told him that she would love to have a relationship with him, but she couldn’t. Through tears, she told him she was afraid.

Wulfric didn’t know what she was afraid of. She didn’t talk much about her past before she joined the House of Dibella. When he asked, she would say that her childhood didn’t matter, as her experiences as a priestess was what shaped her into the woman she currently was. He never pushed her beyond those words.

That, however, didn’t mean that they would never have a relationship or that he shouldn’t do nice things for her. Carmine told him that she would be won over by Wulfric’s charms, but he didn’t want to win Mirne over. She would need to come to terms with her past.

The door creaked open. It was a funny thing. He couldn’t remember a time when the house felt so alive. Mirne brought such beauty in the house, and, although he secretly railed against it at first, he was appreciative of her and her devotion to Dibella. Was he really living before she came into his life?

"The house smells delicious." Mirne shook off the snow blanketing the thick white-fur cloak covering her entire body, and a second later, murmured, “Did you bake a blackberry tart while I was away?”

“Aye.”

“And this mistletoe?” She looked up and observed his handiwork. ‘Where did it all come from, Wolf?”

“It seemed to have sprouted all on its own.”

“Really?” she laughed. “You expect me to believe that this mistletoe sprouted and grew all on its own, in just the time I’ve been gone? It’s been a day, Wolf. That’s hardly enough time.”

“It must be magic,” he continued the ruse. “It’s growing all over the top of the doorframe. It’s growing everywhere. Look. Isn’t it strange? But look, you’re standing under some. You know what they say you have to do when you’re standing under mistletoe.”

She lifted an eyebrow.

“And look at this!” He pointed aloft to the rafter overhead. “I’m standing under some, as well!”

“What are the odds of that?” Mirne lowered her fur hood and shook her head, freeing her locks from the hood’s confines. Bits of her mousy brown hair danced from the movement. He thought it was impossible for her to appear more attractive to him, but every day brought something new.

Wulfric wanted her, but not only as one who would wish to revere the Aedra Dibella. He wanted Mirne as a lover and longed for her to confront her past, so that they could have a future together.

‘It’s never happened before,” he said.

“It couldn’t have anything to do with the reason you sent Alvis to market with me instead of you accompanying me?”

At the mention of his name, the gray elkhound sat next to her, looked at Wulfric, and wagged his tail. Alvis was always a happy hound. However, he seemed to be ore joyful since Mirne came into their life — and Alvis was not the only one.

“No, nothing at all,” Wulfric said, doing his best to sound innocent and failing. “I have no idea how this all got here. It must have been some sort of forest spirit.”

“Forest spirit? Why would a forest spirit cover your dwelling in mistletoe?” Her voice lilted like a jovial melody. It lifted his spirit as always. “What motive would they have for that? Does it want us to kiss so it can watch? That doesn’t make sense, Wolf?”

“I don’t deign to understand mystical beings, Miri,” he laughed, once more. “Their motives are beyond any of us. Could be, it’s just having a bit of fun with some mortals.”

She didn’t protest this time, and he tried to squelch the hope surging within him. He wondered if she were ready to pursue a relationship. Wulfric wouldn’t bring it up to her, giving her enough grace to make that choice herself.

Still, she needed to know that he was serious about them. He was not like one of Dibella’s patrons. Wulfric wanted to wed her, to watch their children grow, and live the rest of his life with her.

“Then get over here,” he growled, “and I’ll show you games. This might be fun, but it’s no game.”

As he kissed her, she tasted like the tart snowberries she must have eaten on her way home and wine. Her icy left cheek felt cold beneath his hand, but the fire in the fireplace would quickly warm her.

What struck him the most was that he was lost, lost in her and her warm arms. Wulfric closed his eyes. This would be a New Life festival he would remember for years to come.

[purplesurveys]

1620

Spell your name without any R's, I's, G's, or E's: Obyn.

Is there anyone on your mind? Nobody, really. I don’t usually think of people – instead, I’m always just looking for the next thing I should be worrying about lol. 

Describe your bra: It’s a black tube bralette. Do you ever want kids? I did for a time. I wanted to be a mother. But my previous relationship turned out to be very traumatic that I was turned off from that whole lifestyle altogether; not interested in dating, not interested in having kids, I don’t even daydream about my wedding anymore. I’m excited to have nieces and nephews though! I feel like I’ll live out my love for kids through that route instead. What are you looking forward to this summer? I’m so sick of these season-related questions.

How are you doing in school? I had to give a fuck for me to be doing excellently; but I didn’t care for most of my classes so I was more of a boring above average student instead. Did just enough to pass every grade without issue, but I also had the occasional achievement like getting the highest exam score in the class. In college I was more proactive in doing better since I wanted to graduate with honors, which I was able to do.

What color do you like most today? Purple.

Rain or sunny? Rain!

Live close to a beach? Not at all. You’d have to drive north or south to the provinces to get to the beachy areas. Otherwise, in this area, it’s just one concrete jungle after another. What does your hair look like, normally? Dry and frizzy. It looks a lot healthier when the temperature is lower, but obviously we never get that here, so dry and frizzy it usually is.

What are your thoughts on marijuana? I don’t have much of a relationship with it other than having a bad experience last year. I know it has a medical debate around it too but I honestly don’t know much about that side to have a stance. When was the last time you spent the night with someone? That would be two Saturdays ago when I had friends sleep over.

What song are you listening to, if any? I Need U by BTS just started playing.

Pretend that you are five years older, what would you be doing right now? In another country drinking wine even though I hate it to feel fancy.

What subjects are you good in? History and any kind of social science, really. Ever kissed someone whose name started with an X? Nope.

Any complaints? My braces are so tight and uncomfortable and I just wanna get back to eating more solid food.

What's your favorite alcoholic beverage? Cocktails.

Do you miss anyone? Just BTS.

Who's on your top friends? Social media doesn’t do this anymore.

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1. Is there something you have been trying to learn lately? I think Korean counts? I’m always constantly trying to pick up new phrases and sayings and vocabulary to add to my mental bank. I can read Hangul at an acceptable rate now and can even distinguish satoori at this point...but grammar is just impossible to master. I never know where the nouns and subjects and verbs go hahaha.

2. If you ever feel like you are different from your extended family, in which ways is this? In some ways. I am most definitely NOT religious, which is blatant on both sides. A portion of my mom’s side is actually pretty modern-thinking (not homophobic, fine with same-sex relationships, the whole shebang) which I appreciate; though my dad’s side is generally super conservative and has the shittiest political opinions so on both fronts we’re very different.

3. When you think about your future career, do you envision yourself becoming the head honcho or CEO? If not, why not? No, I’m not interested or even knowledgeable about running-the-business type of things and don’t think I’d be capable of doing a good job at all. 4. Is there something that you are sort of weird about talking about? Like, a thing that other people find casual, but you feel uncomfortable when the subject comes up? That’s a good question. One thing would be the pandemic – all my friends are pretty well off so none of them were actually affected too much and all of their stories are just “I learned how to do this or that” “I spent all my time doing this or that”; but both my parents are in the hospitality industry and were hit pretty hard, as was our family altogether. With no money flowing into the home, every day was spent worrying if we’d be able to afford groceries, when they can be able to work again, hoping none of us get sick so that we didn’t have to spend on hospital bills, etc. It was the closest we ever got to poverty.

This is not to say that I’m ashamed of the fact that we had to sell one of our cars or that my dad had to be a delivery worker that entire time – I am especially proud of the latter – but it’s just a topic I hate venturing into only because I never want to remember the struggles we went through anymore. 5. Can you think of a time when you seriously misjudged a music artist based on their name? Oh I remember judging “Beyond the Scene” way too fucking much when I wasn’t into K-pop yet. 

6. Do you ever make negative comments about other body types? How does it make you feel when you see or hear negative comments about your body type, or a physical trait that you have (even when it’s not directed at you)? Uhm, not really but it’s also because I never get into conversations where I get to talk about different body types. As for comments...I don’t care. I feel pretty comfortable in my own skin, so hearing stuff about my body type doesn’t faze me too much. It most likely comes from insecure people, anyway. 

7. If you are in a situation where you feel like you are being attacked or not respected, how easy or difficult is it for you to stay and keep your head rather than leave in a huff? I either bite back or stay doing what I’m doing until I’m able to prove myself to those people.

9. When you think about how attractive you feel and your favorite features, are you comparing yourself to a societal ideal? Eh, not so much. Again, what matters to me is simply if I feel comfortable and confident about myself. If the answer to that is yes, that’s all I really need.

10. If you have a favorite song right now: What is it? How did you first hear it? Why do you like it so much? Closer by RM, Paul Blanco, and Mahalia. It actually used to be one of my ‘least’ favorite (or at least, least listened to) tracks off Indigo, which is funny due to how my relationship with it eventually panned out. I’m now obsessed with it and is one of my top favorites from the album.

I love the song because it’s very...honest. Real. Raw. I don’t think I’ll ever forget about the despair in Joon’s voice when he sings “Stay where you are.” 

11. Have you ever had someone that has been your friend for a while come to you and tell you they had romantic feelings for you? How did you respond, and did the friendship survive? This has happened, but I was on the other side of the coin; I was the one who did the reveal. The next day they told me the feelings were mutual, and we were together from there on out. No, the friendship didn’t survive when we broke up 6 years later.

12. Hypothetically speaking, if Hillary Clinton were running for President as a democrat against Chris Christie as a republican in 2016, who do you predict would win the election? Wow, US politics, can totally relate.

13. When you are getting to know someone new online (particularly someone male), how cautious are you of the possibility that they are serial killer/kidnapper? I don’t like making guy friends online as they might be a creep.

14. If you are talking to someone that you want to get to know, what are your go-to conversation topics? What subject makes you disappointed when another person isn’t interested in or knowledgable about it? Usually I just kind of poke different topics here and there until I can pinpoint an interest of theirs, regardless if I’m familiar with it or not, so that they can start to open up. I love to see people get all excited about the things they love :)

As for the second question, I don’t usually get disappointed! Different people are into different things, so if someone isn’t into K-pop or Breaking Bad or YouTubers or whatever, I don’t get affected and I just try searching for something else to talk about.

15. Say you have a lot of free time and want to join a club or class. You are browsing postings on local bulletin boards and online. What sort of group would you be interested in joining (e.g., book club, game group, crafts, golf lessons, etc.)? Anything related to K-pop or learning Korean history/culture/language.

16. Have you ever kissed someone that you didn’t really want to kiss (not assault, just indifference)? Why did you go along with it and how did you feel after? No. I’m asexual as asexual gets so I’m very clear about not being a fan of intimate physical contact.

17. Have you recently learned anything about your personality? If not, have you ever consciously tried to change your personality? I have recently learned that I am not as trusting of people as I think I am, particularly work-wise. I haven’t realized that I have the tendency to do 10x more work than is required of me, oftentimes leaving my teammates dry with nothing to do; until Bea told me straight up to learn how to delegate because that’s the only way everyone else can learn how to do things.

18. Are you or any of your friends in a sorority or fraternity? Would you be interested in belonging to one? I cut off everyone I know if I find out they’re part of a frat; but one of my closest friends from college is part of one. I still correspond with him but we never raise the topic of frats; but if ever it does come up I also wouldn’t hesitate to call him out on it because gross.

19. Can you recall a recent time that you were surprised, but in a bad way? Last week when I was headed to Kim Seonho’s fan meet! I was SO excited to head to the arena and get my ticket processed and get to my seat and all, but I totally missed the memo to wear blue (I was wearing the brightest yellow jacket known to man). I was already at the elevator which would lead you to the arena when it was quickly evident that I was the only yellow-wearing motherfucker out of the sea of blue, so naturally I panicked and decided right then and there that I was gonna have to take a quick sprint to the mall to get the first blue shit I’d find lmao. 

20. Do you feel uncomfortable when you receive praise for doing certain things? If so, does this make you less likely to do those things? Not uncomfortable, but I just deflect the complements haha. But I find the next question weird – why would I stop doing something when it’s clearly the ‘right’ or ‘acceptable’ thing to do?

21. Do you make spontaneous purchases often or rarely? When you are upset does it make you temporarily happier to buy yourself something new? Nah, I’m not that spontaneous anymore and have been more conscious of what I’m spending on and how much I’m saving. The most reckless I get these days is just getting food delivery and manipulating myself to think “I deserve it” because “I’ve worked hard,” lol.

22. If you have to wake up early for something, what time is just TOO early for you to be there and be presentable and sentient? Have you ever had to be somewhere that early? 6 AM and 7 AM calltimes are beyond ridiculous. Fortunately I have not had a lot of those.

23. Have the majority of your romantic relationships started with a physical attraction or a deeper connection? Deeper connection.

24. Do you ever catch any of those conspiracy shows on Animal Planet, like Bigfoot hunting or proof of Mermaids? Do those shows make your more or less likely to believe in the existence of such creatures? Nah.

25. Did you ever write a fan letter to a celebrity? How about submit something to a magazine? Yeah I submitted this written material for a magazine when they were giving away an iPod shuffle to the best entry. I never heard back from them.

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What do you think makes you a good girlfriend or boyfriend? I’d pretty much bend over backwards to make them happy and comfortable. I also remember things, which as far as I know is something people appreciate.

When was the last time you went to the movie theaters? What movie did you see? I went in 2019 to see Knives Out which I personally had no interest in seeing but because my partner at the time wanted to, I went ahead and kept them company and tried to appreciate the movie too. I hate having to keep giving this as an answer (both because it’s been repetitive over the last three years and because of the person I watched it with), so I’m OVER THE MOON in sharing that I will be going back to the cinema this Wednesday to watch Yet to Come: Busan with friends! I have an outfit picked out, I’ve had my leave filed for the last three weeks, and I’m just so ready to go and relive the show again.

Did you ever go to a mental hospital? No. Just like the rehab question I answered in a recent survey, I don’t think we even have reputable mental health facilities here. Anything to do with issues like teenage pregnancy, drugs, mental health etc is a very underdeveloped sector here.

Do you watch the show, Ghost Whisperer? How about, NCIS? What two completely different shows haha. No, I’ve never seen either.

Do you like s’mores? Nah and I don’t like smores-flavored stuff either. Way too sweet and I dislike marshmallows anyway. Do you like to watch those old scary movies, from like 1980? I’ve seen a few, like Carrie, The Shining, and The Exorcist; loved them all.

Does your mom/dad smoke? They don’t.

How often do you take a shower? Every other night. But during hotter months, I do it daily. Do you wear flip flops in winter? We don’t have winter.

How old are you? I’m 24.

When was the last time you went to a concert? What band? Hmm...does a fanmeet count? They’re basically set up and promoted just like a concert, but since the main attractions are actors they do entertaining stuff like play games, answer quirky questions, and recreate scenes instead of sing. Anyway, I went to Seonho’s last Sunday and had so much fun. Do you ever have hallucinations? I do not.

Do you believe that weed should be legalized? I guess, for medicinal purposes. Idk enough about the marijuana discourse to have any stronger opinion though. Did you ever feel someone was following you/watching you? Not for real; I just get paranoid easily and assume people going the same route as I am and are matching my pace are following me.

Are you one of those over-obsessed Twilight fans? When I was in elementary school when it was big, for sure. I had multiple copies of the first book, attended midnight screenings, had posters up in my room, and even bought those behind-the-scenes photobooks. I’ve definitely been tamer after the movie series ended, but people still know me as the Twilight megafan and I’m not ashamed of it hahaha.

Got any scars? How about bruises? I have scars from falls I had as a kid, and one big one from Cooper. I don’t think I have any bruises at present.

Have you moved here from a different country? I’ve never moved to a different country.

Are you afraid of the dark? I’d only be scared if the situation was meant to be scary? like if I’ve found myself at an abandoned hospital or whatever, haha. But generally I am not, and when I sleep I really prefer it to be pitch black. Have you ever been stalked? Fortunately, no. Do you like when people tell you they love you? It feels nice but as I am not an openly affectionate person, I can feel kind of awkward saying it back. The only people I’m comfortable saying I love you to are my close friends.

Would you say your taste in music is in a very broad spectrum? I wouldn’t say it’s a spectrum; it’s more of straight-up extremes haha. I largely listen to K-pop/rap these days but sometimes I’d revisit my punk rock favorites. Don’t really listen to anything else in between.

Have you ever had a significant other with a mental disorder? Idk, probably. 

Do you like doing laundry? Not really.

Have any siblings? How many? I’ve got two.

Do you like beer? Dislike it but I would get a bottle if everyone else at the table’s drinking.

Do you sip your shots or down em all at once? Down just to get it over with.

Have you ever counted your scars? Back during my sh days yeah.

What website do you spend way too much time on? YouTube. I have videos playing all day, man. What is one thing that you absolutely despise about your personality? I put myself in too many inconvenient situations just so that others can have it easier. I have to learn how to be selfish lol.

What two colors do you think look best together? Beige and olive green.

Do you take any medications that make you nauseous? Nope.

Have you ever tried Nutella? Yep. I don’t like it as a spread, but I can enjoy Nutella-flavored stuff. Idk if it that makes sense? like I need Nutella to be mixed with other ingredients (Oreo bits, almonds, etc) for me to enjoy it, because otherwise I find it too sweet on its own.

Are you a person that enjoys re-reading books? No, but I like re-watching comfort shows, like Friends or Brooklyn Nine Nine.