#and is also personally doing the flower arrangements for when they get married
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Prisoner
Pairings: Yoongi × y/n
Genre/tags: Arranged marriage
Warning: 🔞🔞 smut, mention of food/eating, cursing, sensual touching, unprotected sex, making out, needy/clingy, Pet name, lies, kinks, Smoking [lmk if i miss anything]
Words: 3.0k
Disclaimer:
- this story is just made up
- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊
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The sound of the wedding bells and the people cheering for your union are still ringing in your ears. You could also still envision your friends and families' warmest smiles and tearful hugs as they congratulate you. Everyone is so happy. They kept on saying that your wedding is the most magical and happiest they've ever seen.
Yes. Your wedding is the grand. The whole castle like church is filled with the whitest flowers that gives an illusion of the place is floating in clouds. You could also see shiniest silvers and krystals all over the place. It felt unreal.
You requested for a simple wedding but you are given more than that and you love it.
The wedding is also filled with people you both love and cherish. So you feel comfortable and loved all through out the ceremony and the party afterwards.
Yes. The wedding is amazing.
Yes. The wedding is to die for.
Yes. The wedding is like a fantasy.
It's because it is... it is a fantasy and no where near reality.
It is only for show to make people believe that you and the man you married is real.
Little did everyone know, your marriage is just arranged. You were just handpicked by the groom because he had no other option. He didn't like the women his parents are suggesting. So he decided to himself to pick someone from the ground and carry to his world. A world filled with darkness and resentment. A very, very, very cold world.
"Miss..." a voice echoes waking you up from your daydream
You slowly open your eyes to see the barely lit room that you are still in. You get up from leaning onto the edge of the bathtub and see your personal maid near the door. Her head lowered not making eye contact with you. She's holding your towel and bathrobe.
"I'm sorry, Miss. But Master asked for dinner to be served soon...he's on his way home."
You look down at your hands peeking from the warm milky water and then pick up the rose petals floating on it. "He's early today..." you mumble quietly
"I heard that the meeting with his father, Mr. Min finished early..."
"I wonder why..." you got up from the bath. She immidiately rush towards you, handing you the towel and bathrobe to use.
"Mr. Min told Master to go home early... because of you Miss..."
"Ah... really..." there is no hint of excitement in your voice. "You can leave now and help them prepare... I'll get ready myself..." you tell the maid, who is still not having any eye contact with you.
You don't sound happy nor sad. Actually, you do sound like a robot with no feelings when you talk.
You were not like this before. Yes you are a quiet person, an introvert and reserved but never like this. You changed quite a lot after getting married. It's not by choice. You just have to adapt with your surroundings.
Living in a big ass mansion with more than fifty staffs and bodyguards but no one to talk to. You have no one to spend your time but yourself. Your world became, quiet.
Yes you do have a husband. You married him. But the man is never home most of the time. And when he is, he does not even make conversations with you unless it's related to his parents; asking you to do this and that. To be present here and there. Telling you what to say and not to talk about. Basically, he only talks to you when its about your deal. Yes, deal.
Funny isn't? You married bound by a contract but that's it. Just by contract. No love is involved.
You know this since the beginning. You signed the marriage certificate plus the contract. You are aware. But you never thought that this will be the kind of life you will have. Alone. But what choice do you have? He offered your parents a huge amount of money for your hands. A money that could let them live a good life even when they retire early. That's how big it is.
And you agreed to it, not because of the money, but because you thought; that maybe, just maybe this is the universe's doing. Him and you meeting under this circumstances but then in the end, getting to know each other and that Maybe...... maybe learn to love each other. But you're wrong. You and Yoongi have been married for more than a year now and its already had taken a toll on you emotionally and physically.
"Miss... Master is just a few minutes away..."
You pause brushing your hair, staring at yourself through the full body mirror. You are wearing the plain black, fitted halter dress that you received as a gift from him. You like this dress because it emphasizes your figure and shows off a little skin because of the slit. He gifted you this dress during your honeymoon. It's probably the cheapest clothing you have in your closet but for you this is the most valuable.
"Do you want me to fix your hair, Miss?"
You put down your hair brush. "No thank you."
Then you sit down and start to put on your shoes. But instead of heels, you put your white canvas shoes.
"Ahm, no heels today, Miss?" She sounds a bit concern
"No." You stand up to look at yourself one last time before going. "My feet hurts so I'll wear something comfy for now..."
"I understand." She hurriedly puts down the heels she had on hand and runs after me.
It is true that your feet is hurting. You've been wearing heels everyday when you go to work. 'Work' meaning is socializing with your husband's family friends and circle. You represent him for charities and parties he can't and won't attend. It's not everyday but these past few weeks, you've been busy. You were away too most of the days of the week. That's why you also barely saw your husband. He's been away for a week and when he came back you got busy too. And tonight, this is the first time you'll be eating dinner with him.
"Tell him to reschedule... I won't be available tomorrow. I have other plans."
You hear him talking to the phone when you enter the dinning room. He's so focused that he didn't even bat an eye when you sit down across him.
"What do you prefer, Miss?" The male servant asks. "We have tender lamb chops braised in wine. Served with pea puree and then wild sea bass with sautéed smoked bacon, red chicory, runner beans and red wine sauce."
"The latter, please..." You try to give a smile to show appreciation but then you halt as you hear your husband slam his phone on the table. It starlted you a bit.
And also, up to now he still hasn't dared to look at you. He just went on to eating his lamb after his phone call.
You want to watch him eat or even glance at him every now and then, just so you could update his image from your memory. You just want to see him, Even just a tiny bit silhouette of his face behind the boquet of flowers between the two of you.
'Fuck.' You curse in your mind.
You always ask yourself why do you even bother wanting to see him or make conversation with him when you know you don't mean anything to him. For him, you are just one of his staff. The only difference is that he talks to about life when he wants to because its part of your business with him. And to add to that, you're only his 'woman' when he needs to release stress. Meaning you two have sex when he needs it. There is no date or time. When he calls you or he comes to your room unannounced, that's it. Saying no is not an option.
But come to think of it, the last time you two had sex was quite a long time ago. It's been months.
'Does this mean... even in sex... he's not satisfied with me? Did he looked for a different woman to do it with?' You talk to yourself
"Leave us." He orders to the servants.
You didn't dare to glance up. You just kept yourself occupied by poking the fish on your plate.
"Your hair got longer..." he says making you pause
Your eyes goes up and see him looking straight at you."Ah... yes..." You answer before looking back down.
"Why ask for the fish if you're not going to eat it?"
You raise your head up again, "hmm?"
He tosses his one up like it's water. "Someone reported to me that you've been eating less lately."
"My appetite is fine... I'm just...off a bit..."
You put down your fork and try to think before you speak again. You can tell him you're tired because how can you be? You have all the assistant you need and more. Plus you are living a lavish life. You could ask for a massage, a facial or swim in the pool whenever you want. You have everything. Except him.
That. You can't mention. You can't dare ask for his attention. He'll get mad. You know he will. He said it in the very beginning of this relationship. That 'You are just his wife in papers. And never expect something more from him.'
"I'll be fine..."
You look straight back at him. You can finally see him clearly. He slightly moved to the side, giving you an amazing view of his face. He's still look as beautiful as you remember. His long hair, sharp eyes, pinkish lips and the scar.
"How's the auction?" He pulls out a cigarette from the pack he have on the table and lights it off. "You bought a vintage jewelry?"
"I did."
"How much is it?" He puffs smoke. His eyes are still fixated to you.
"It's a bit expensive... I'm sorry." You look down at your knotted fingers. "I got it for 1.5M."
"Reasonable."
"I tried to intimidate the other wives... but it didn't work..."
"You need to work on that."
"I will."
"But don't worry about the money... it's going to a good cause..." He stands up and puts off his cigarette on his used plate. "My mother liked the the jewelry set. She said, thank you."
Relief fills your heart and made you relax a bit. You are thankful that his mother liked the one you picked.
It's the only one you bought in the auction. The event is for charity and Yoongi gave you the go signal to throw money like dimes. He said you can buy anything you want.
You liked a lot of things there. Everything is grand, beautiful, meaningful and unique. But none of them bring joy to you. You don't need them so your heart can't afford to splurge.
"I'll go and get ready for bed..." he says as he stand by the window, looking outside.
"Ah... okay..." you look down at your plate and pick up your fork, to continue eating.
"When you finish..." he starts to walk towards the door, "Come to my room."
"Hmm?" You blink, confused. "Your... room?"
He stops just as he got outside the door and adds before totally closing the door "Ask the maid to braid your hair..."
'Braid your hair'. That means he wants to have sex.
"Sure..." you answer in a whisper though he's already not in the room.
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You are finally walking in the hallway, on the way to his room. Barefoot and naked. Almost naked.
It has been a routine of you to braid your long hair and then just wear a silk robe over to cover your body. He likes it this way. He have particular things he likes and you follow them.
It's almost 9pm. All the staffs are now in their houses. Yoongi asked them to leave earlier so no one could hear and disturb us.
You took a deep breathe before you get ready to knock on his door. But then to your surprise the double door swings open and you see him, in his black jogger pants and a sheer robe over his naked body. "What took you so long?" His brows are furrowed.
"Sorry..." you lower your gaze from his beautiful face to his toned body.
"Get in." He orders, turning his back on you.
You slowly enter the forbiden room. It's like how you imagine it to be; spacious, dark and earth tone colors everywhere. But the things you've never imagined seeing in there are towers of books and comics on the floor. Then there is a gaming area too.
"Do you play?" He asks as he sits down at the corner of his massive bed.
You shake your head, "No... I'm sorry."
He's smoking again. "Come here." He orders as he puff the smoke in betwern his lips. You move closer to him, cautiously. "Why do you look nervous? It's not like it's our first time."
You are now standing in between his legs. "Sorry..."
He rolls his eyes slightly as he puts his cigarette onto the ashtray. "Why do you keep on apologizing?"
"I..." you pause and wait for him to look back at you. "I don't know."
He snorts, "whatever."
He takes off his robe and throws it somewhere behind you. You were about to do the same as his but he stops your hand from untying your robe.
"Are you on birth control?"
You shake your head. "No... we... I mean... you use condom..."
He didn't say anything after that. He just continued; picks up your braided hair thats lying on your chest and pushes it away. Your breathing picks up as you could feel and see him gazing at you. You even felt your body jerk a little when his finger tip brushed over your hard nipple. The sensation is on max. You needed him to touch you. You missed him touching you.
Yes, this relationship may not be real for him but to you, it's something. Plus, we all have our needs. And when it comes to sex, he delivers. More than you can imagine. And you like playing along with his needs.
He pulls the string keeping your robe on you and just watch it fall off your skin like feather.
You feel your cheeks heat up. You are exposed. He can see that you are already turned on. Your breast giving it all away.
"Come closer..." he orders and you follow.
His hands slides over your hips then goes up to your torso, for him to hold on to you. Hug you. He begins to suck one of your boobs like a baby. His eyes are fully close and his grasping onto your skin like he had been so hungry for so long. He's really enjoying it.
You as well.
"Ahh..." you exhale as you throw your head back. His tongue doing all the works and tickling your insides by just playing at your tip.
After a few more seconds, he stops and looks up at you. And you looking down at him.
"You're so beautiful..." you whisper to him as you run your fingertips over the scar on his face.
You lower your head to meet his lips. He welcomed your kiss like it was meant to be there five minute ago overdue. He is into it more than usual.
He finally gets naked like you. His length is hard and up. It's already leaking and looked very inviting for you to sit on. But you're too shy to make the first move.
You did try to sit on his lap though, legs spread out and core is so wet and ready; just a few inches away for his throbbing length. Then his hand goes in between and starts to rub you in the most sensual way possible.
"Holy shit!" You gasps breaking off from the kiss for a second just to take it all in.
A smug on his face can be seen catching you off guard. He had never reacted to you reacting to his touches like this before.
Your hips begin to rock just to feel his fingers on you.
"Y/n..." You look at him after hearing him say your name. "No condom today."
"O-okay..."
"Make me feel good." He says softly but sturn, pulling you close to his length.
The tip touching your opening already made you roll your eyes. He's so warm and big.
"F-fuck!" You cry as he eases himself into you. "Holy shit! Ugh!"
You start to move slowly, feeling it all in you, finding the pace and ryth. you think you could do all night but at the same time make him satisfied.
"You got tighter." He grunts as you go up and down on him while holding on to his shoulder for balance support.
"Holy fuck!" Your eyes starts to get filled with tears. You found your spot and his length is hitting it perfectly. "Fuck!"
You watch him close his eyes and his face showing how good you're making him feel. His broes is furrowed and his mouth open and hissing tiny breathes with you.
You can't believe it. Someone like you who was inexperience with sex, is now married and making your man look so damn sexy moaning.
"I'm gonna come." He hugs you tigh and begins to kiss you again. "I want to come in you." He opens his eyes and meets yours.
"Fucking come in me." You say
He then carries you as he stands up, changing your positions. Now you're the one on the bed and he's on top of you.
"I will rip you apart." He snarls.
Every fucking thrust is mean and yet satisfying. You feel like your insides shuffled from every hit. But it's not pain. It's heaven.
"Fuck!" He hisses as he climaxes with you.
The warmth inside you feels like a warm blanket during winter. It's felt relaxing.
He is breathing heavily, your hands are intertwined and his still on top and inside of you.
"Yoongi..." you say breathlessly as you admire him over you.
He moves in for a kiss. A soft gentle kiss. "Stay with me tonight..."
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Part 2
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Admirer: knight!price x princess!reader
For two months now you felt awful.
Every moment awake your mind was plagued by your arranged marriage. You never excepted the Queen to do it, to make the decision for you, but now that she had you were practically mourning the end of your life.
The king you were to be wed to was not unkind but you certainly hadn't heard many good things about him. Frivolous with his money, drank a little too much, and there were rumors he had many mistresses.
You were a little more than repulsed by that but no one else seemed to care as much as you did. You supposed that maybe if you were different you wouldn't care either especially when the marriage was meant to strengthen your kingdom with another ally as well as with a strong army.
You blamed the books in the library for your notion on marriage. You wanted to marry for something more than just a political reason, to be seen as a person in your own right than practically a bargaining chip. That was why you turned down almost every suitor, you couldn't fall in love with any of them.
None of them gave you the sense peace you desired, none of them made you feel seen or knew you deeply, and it seemed like none of them cared enough to learn, too blinded by the fact that the princess from one of the most powerful kingdoms could be their wife.
But now you didn't have a choice, no, you never had a choice.
Your life was not for yours to choose.
Marrying for love was impossible and unheard of. You'd be laughed at and ridiculed for even wanting it.
Now you had to give everything up. You'd have to leave the only home you knew, leave the only people you knew...
"There's more, your highness." Lady Katherine entered your bedchamber with a pile of gifts in her hands.
"Oh," you put on a fake smile. "He's been sending so many."
Ever since the announcement of your engagement, the king had been sending you gifts of the finest dresses, the prettiest jewels you had ever seen and everything else expensive. You wanted to be grateful for them but ever single one you opened made your stomach churn.
Every gift was an expectation. One that weighed heavy on your mind.
"He must be very excited for you both to be wed." Lady Katherine said and you hummed.
"Yes, he must be."
While you opened the gifts you thought about just how lonely you'll be once you'll be married. No doubt your husband will most likely forget about you within a couple months of being married to you and would satiate you with gifts if you complained.
You wouldn't even be able to run away, you'd be stuck there because of your knight-
No. You wouldn't even have him.
Sir John Price. Getting away from him should make you happy, it should make you want to get married faster but it didn't.
You didn't want to leave him. He spent every moment of you attempts to be outside of the castle like hell, constantly by your side and ruining any attempts to find peace but he was also the only one who had ever made you feel safe.
Sir John Price was the only one who you were sure in his abilities to keep you safe if you were ever in danger, he was the only one who allowed you to act less like a princess when you needed a break. No one else could replace that and you had no faith in your future husband's knights to do the job right.
"Your highness, another gift." Another lady in waiting entered your bedchamber.
You kept your face neutral and turned to her, ready to accept another parcel when you were surprised to see a bouquet of violets. You stared at them with wide eyes and as they were handed to you, you studied the twine that was tied around them, and knew immediately the king did not send them to you.
It was simple. Flowers, and not even the very impressive ones in the royal garden, but from the fields, the river and the forest surrounding the castle. They were also your favorite and for some reason that made the bouquet so much more priceless than anything you had received.
You felt like you were going to tear up.
"Did one of you...?" You asked but they shook their heads.
"Perhaps a secret admirer?" Lady Katherine wondered with a worried look. “That won’t be good.”
You wanted to argue. This was a more romantic gesture than anyone had ever done for you and made you feel the happiest you’ve felt in weeks.
None of the other gifts mattered before but now you didn’t want anything else, you only wanted the flowers.
You had to know who it was. Just to tell them thank you.
A/n: got major deja vu writing this so it didn’t end up being the way I wanted it to be
Tags. @deadbranch @makayla-666
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Bi-Han x Fem!Reader - Arranged Marriage HCS (Part II)
A/N: AHHH finally. part dos. its really late cuz i lowkey forgot to set a timer for this to post soooooo my bad. anyways part 2 is also long so buckle up.
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It's finally the day of the wedding, how will this go?:
- Today's the day. Bi-han's most dreaded event. The wedding.
- The preparations were hell. Maids and workers frantically running around, making sure everything was perfect. Bi-han hated it.
- He wanted to train today, but his father forbade him from it, as the preparation's would take up most of the day and, "He cant have the groom be late for his own wedding".
- Bi-han was in a sour mood all day, everyone in the venue avoided him like the plague in fear that they would be the next victim he would verbally attack.
- He just didn't understand. If this wedding's sole purpose was to seal in the alliance for good, why go all out? its not like its an actual normal wedding, it was just . . . so fucking stupid.
- After a few hours, the venue was complete. It was beautiful, various decorations such as flowers, table cloths and the altar arch were all a soft blueish green color combined with a clean white.
- The blue symbolizing the Lin Kuei, the green symbolizing your clan. If this was a real wedding, between two people who actually loved each other, Bi-han would have actually enjoyed it.
- Instead he was silently brooding in his dressing room, staring daggers into the person who was working around his outfit. He was fitted in a traditional blue long tang suit, embroidered with different gold and white accents.
- He looked in the mirror and briefly wondered what his mother would think; as he took in his appearance he actually saw some truth in Kuai Liang's statement; his mother, despite the real reason, would be proud of him getting married.
- He had barely heard the nervous worker exclaim he was done, and that it was almost time for the wedding to start.
- Standing at the altar, Bi-han felt like he's been waiting an eternity. He tried to look for his father and brothers in the crowd, but after seeing everyones eyes on him he immediately went back to looking at the wall.
- Finally, he saw you walking down the aisle. you had a veil (honggaitou) covering your face, and you wore a traditional sage green cheongsam.
- After taking your place in front of the altar, the officiant started the wedding ceremony. but Bi-han couldn't care less.
- He was too busy staring at your damned veil, and despite his personal vendetta against you, not seeing your face was just was just as annoying as seeing it.
- Finally the vows are over, and he has to lift up your veil.
- And there it was, your face. Your annoyingly beautiful face. You looked up at him as the veil lifted and he briefly wondered if you felt the same emotions he was feeling.
- You wore such a calm expression, it only served to make Bi-han angrier.
- You both bowed and walked off the altar, and just like that, the wedding was officially over.
- The next few hours were the banquet, the drinks, the food, etc. None of which Bi-han, or you for that matter, participated in.
- You both made a beeline to your respective bedrooms and stayed there the rest of the night.
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Life as a married couple:
- The first few weeks after the wedding were painfully quiet, with you spending most of your time in the kitchen, the bedroom or the garden, and Bi-han training with his brothers, doing paperwork and shadowing his father.
- Until one night Bi-han came back from a particularly dangerous mission, and had cuts and wounds all over his body.
- He sat in your now shared bedroom, much to Bi-han's dismay, trying to stitch himself up.
- Unfortunately for Bi-han, he was not the best medic, and just kept injuring himself further. That's when you entered the bedroom and saw him stumbling and fiddling around with a needle.
- When you offered to help for the first time, he just told you off rather rudely. You considered just leaving him there, maybe he'd get a nasty infection from all the horrible stitching he's doing. But you're not that evil.
- So you stubbornly ask again and again, until Bi-han looks at you with a pointed look and begrudgingly hands over the needle.
- You stitch him up gracefully, with the upmost care. Bi-han didn't know how to react, feeling your soft hands practically gliding over his skin gave him goosebumps.
- He eventually just closed his eyes, and let you work quietly. You softly hummed as you continued working, something Bi-han found strangely comforting.
- After you were done, you set down the tools and looked at him with an expression he couldn't quite figure out.
- He finally realized what you were looking at, the cut on his cheek.
- You weren't staring at him just to stare, you were asking for permission.
- And Bi-han relented, letting you mend his face too. And he didn't know whether he regretted his decision or if he was thankful that you were there.
- If he thought the feeling of your hands on his arms was nice, the feeling of your hands on his face was next level.
- Bi-han felt . . . good. He admittedly loved the feeling, and enjoyed being taken care of by you.
- Suddenly you were done, and you retracted your hands from his face faster than he would've liked.
- But that simple act of kindness managed to change how Bi-han viewed you.
- He started eating your food and eating with you.
- You started accompanying him to his office, helping with some of the paperwork.
- He even started engaging in conversations with you. The more he learned about you the more he fell in love. Something Bi-han didn't actually think was possible for him.
- After months of dancing around each other's feelings, something unexpected happened.
- You were sitting down at your vanity when Bi-han entered the room. He was holding something.
- You looked up at him, then down at his hands. You asked him about what he was holding and he just told you to stand up and face him.
- And when you did, he opened his hands to reveal a stunning necklace. You were in awe and so surprised that he got you a gift your eyes welled up.
- You turned around and faced away from him, and he clipped the necklace on your neck. You looked in the mirror and you couldn't hold back your tears.
- You faced him again and thanked him, you had no idea Bi-han was capable of doing this.
- For a moment Bi-han looked at your tear-filled face and thought you looked beautiful while you cried too.
- You hugged him, and while it took Bi-han by surprise, he just pulled away and cupped your face.
- He expressed his gratitude for you, and as the man of a few words that he is, he just finished by kissing you.
- After pulling away and seeing you look so . . . elated, he realized maybe this whole arranged marriage thing wouldn't be so bad after all.
(2/2)
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A/N: im finally done and my neck hurts. hope u guys enjoyed this :))
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If you’re accepting requests? Then may I please request a Ayato Kamisato x Male reader? Where Reader has been secretly harbouring feeling for Ayato, but they aren’t able to confess their feeling and the harsh reality that the reader isn’t of any high lineage: they just have a Dendro vision. Also a rumor has been going around, saying that Ayato is to marry a noble. So the reader resigns their feeling for Ayato, secretly wishing him a happy marriage and life. Soon after a few weeks come to past, and the reader hears that they are going to be in arrange marriage with a former warlord. But the reader is actually happily okay with it, since it will help his family live in peace. But… its not long before Kamisato siblings receives an invitation to the wedding.
❝ IT'S YOUR WORLD AND I'M NOT IN IT... ❞
word count: 2.6k
warning(s): kamisato ayato / male reader. angst. nothing else I can think of.
prompt: in the ask above but with some slight altercations.
notes: this will be a multi-part story. sorry for the long wait :(( I haven't been doing so hot when it comes to writing
fem aligned dni
The wind tasted of salt as it brushed through the foliage and structures of the Kamisato household. If this had been your first time being here, you would’ve grimaced at flavor but you’ve visited far too many times to care now. The tang of the sea’s salt had become a welcoming presence on your tongue over the course of these years, forever stained with the sugar of the sweet flowers in your tea.
Speaking of, a tray with a tea set on top of it was placed in the middle of the table, the person who had brung it welcoming himself into the conversation you were having with the man across the table. Thoma, an outlander who was shunned for his presence alone only now to be held as a handsome charmer and a respected member of the Kamisato household. He was also practically best friends with the man you were talking to.
Thoma says your name with familiarity, just as he does with Ayato, a pleasant smile resting on his pale yet reddish lips, “it’s been a while since I’ve last seen you. How’ve you been?” The question was unneeded- especially for someone like you, but it was sweet nonetheless.
“I’ve been better, to be fair.” You answered him, eyes trained on the teacup that rests on the saucer, watching the liquid ripple at every little movement made. Closing your eyes slowly for a moment, a sigh leaves your lips before they open again, fixed on the housekeeper that sat on your right, “My mother has been pressuring me to court someone for these past few weeks, hearing her voice has never been tiring but now I think I may reconsidering.”
A breathy, amused laugh leaves Ayato’s mouth and Thoma just looks at you. The blond’s eyebrow then raises, an awkward smirk pulling at the corners of his lips, “You’re looking at me like you want me to be the one to court you.”
You groan, letting go of the professional demeanor you were keeping intact, “By all seven Archons forbid you be the one to court me.” the jest causes Thoma to chuckle, “we are nothing more than schoolgirls who giggle over the latest gossip around the courtyard.”
“That I cannot argue.” Thoma agrees, bringing one of the teacups to his lips. Your wording was not false since the Kamisato housekeeper and you have exchanged the latest drama that you both had managed to get your gossip-ridden hands on each time you managed to bump into each other. Did it kindle a mischievous kind of friendship? Yes. Was the reasoning for it good? Maybe not.
“Haa..” You breathe out, folding your arms across your chest, “I just needed a good reason to get out of the house today.. thank you, Master Kamisato, for letting me reside here for a few hours.” You tipped your head down in respect to the commissioner; after all, you were nothing more than a commoner.
Ayato’s hand raises and waves slightly, “No need to thank me, it’s always nice to catch up with you. Oh, and please drop the formalities. We aren’t in public, remember?” He tells you, which causes your face to flare with heat in embarrassment. Sometimes, you forget that you’re friends with a government official and that within his private premises, he is no longer the Yashiro Commissioner but Ayato. Just Ayato.
“Forgive me.” You mutter and Thoma takes notice at the hint of adoration behind your tone. He knows. He knows everything because he’s your friend, who you spill all sorts of secrets to. If not for your flushed pleading, he would’ve told his master long ago and the two of you probably could’ve been courting by now.
A small crow flutters within the Kamisato residence and kicks up some resting dust with its wings before landing onto your left forearm. It had a small note tied to its scrawny foot, which you gingerly untied to read. The two looked at you curiously as you skimmed the contents on the ripped piece of paper and an exasperated sigh left your lips momentarily.
“I guess that’s my cue to leave.” Your lips drew back in a distasteful snarl, standing up and brushing off non-existent particles from the lap of your kimono. The crow slid up to your left shoulder, resting there and hiding its feet within its puffed chest feathers, “My mother wants me to go pick up some groceries before sundown, I guess I’ll see you both again some other time. Until then.”
You bowed respectfully to the both of them, turning to leave the residence. Thoma and Ayato’s eyes continued to linger on your figure as you made your way out, steps slow to signify the dread of going home with each drag of your foot against the rock pathway. Ayato almost wondered if you would be able to handle the scolding of your mother, only for it to be stopped as the tinker of teacups messed with his train of thought.
“For a man with such a nice family, it’s such a shame to see him so insistent on not going home.” Thoma’s voice rings pleasantly in Ayato’s ears, seeing him clean up the area you sat in, “Maybe his family is a lot more pushy on courting than anything else. Ah, but I guess that gives him more of an excuse to visit here more often. After all, it’s certainly a blessing for a commoner’s son to be friends with the Lord Commissioner, they wouldn’t be against their son to visit someone so powerful.”
His flattery certainly does not go undismissed, as Ayato could feel his cheeks heat up, “Please don’t speak of me so highly.” The shade of red that decorates his cheeks disappears as quickly as it comes, a breath of disappointment leaving his lungs, “I hope he finds his destined path of love well.”
When Ayato says this, Thoma just stares. Gaze unwavering and limbs not doing their familiar routine of cleaning up that it’s almost scary because he just stares at Ayato. So bad, he wants to tell the political figure that it’s him that you’re in love with. But, he keeps his promise to not tell him because you would for sure rip out Thoma’s windpipe if he dared to do so.
Finally, the housekeeper tears his eyes away from the higher up, bowing his head and taking the dishes away from the zataku to clean them. Thoma wants you to be happy and he also wants Ayato to be happy too. You nor the commissioner himself notices but it’s obvious how much Ayato relaxes in your presence to Thoma. He’s so fed up on how the two of you keep beating around the bush with longing stares, awkward laughter, and stuttering embarrassment to the point where he wants to scream at you both to just kiss already.
It even gets Thoma thinking: how can Ayato notice everything about the Kamisato housekeeper but not acknowledge how obviously smitten you were when it comes to him? Thoma had his suspicions beforehand and received five thousand mora from Yoimiya the day you decided to confront Thoma about your love for the Lord commissioner.
He so desperately wants to give that push to set you two up but he doesn’t want to go against your wishes, so he’ll just wait. Patience is rewarded, after all.
An exhausted groan seethes through your teeth as you trudge down the rock pathways, shoulder beginning to numb from the weight of the paper bag’s straps pulling down on your arm. The crow shrieks in your ear to hurry up before the fruit rots, into which you swat the bird with your free hand. You miss, of course, because it takes off the second your hand raises. It continues to squawk loudly, probably alerting the nearby residents with its shrill cries.
“Quit yapping, will you!?” You shout at the bird, throwing one of the many green onions in your grocery haul in its direction. The crow darts to the side with a mocking caw, diving down to fetch the vegetable before it hits the ground and swerving back to smack the side of your face with it. You growl in frustration, grabbing the green onion and using it to point at the bird, “Listen, if you don’t shut your beak, I’ll plant watermelon seeds into your stomach and use your stomach acid as water with your muscle being the dirt!”
The crow goes quiet at such a threat, a quiet chitter of obedience sputtering from it. You huff at the accomplishment of getting the bird to finally shut up, faltering when you hear whispers coming from the opened window sills. Your fingers twitch at the idea of more juicy gossip to share with Thoma, shuffling yourself so that you were under the window, just close enough to hear what the girls in the building were talking about.
“The Yashiro Commissioner!? Really..?” Her voice quickly shushes at the last word and by the way her voice begins to muffle, you take a gander that the tips of her fingers are pressed against her lips in surprise. At the mention of your friend, you're more confused than invested. ‘What did Ayato get into..?’ You think, deciding that the answer will soon spill from the ladies the more you listen.
“Yeah, I was shocked too.. I didn’t think that he would ever decide something like that. Especially considering... you know.” You weren’t sure what the other lady was hinting at but you would think it was related to his authoritative position, “But you know her, she’s never been one to lie! Everything she says has been true which makes her really credible.”
You press your back harder against the wall, the crow cocking its head in confusion. Before it could even chirp a complaint, a vine crawled up from the wall and wrapped around the bird’s beak, your vision glowing angrily. It understood the memo and its wings slumped in frustration, knowing it’ll be a while before you pry it off.
“I wish I was a noble.. anyone would be lucky to capture the heart of Kamisato Ayato. At least he found a person of his status to marry to.” Then everything began clicking the more you didn’t want it to, your heart dropping into shattered pieces like a glass cup hitting a wooden floor, “I can’t believe she managed to charm such a handsome man. Lucky~. So, so lucky.”
You can hear her voice swoon and your head does too but not in a positive way. You think you’re going to be sick. Every decision in your life was reflected on and criticized within seconds of standing there in shock. ‘Ayato is getting married. Did I even have a chance?’ If only you confessed earlier, if only you were just the slightest bit more obvious about your feelings, if only you let Thoma tell Ayato about how you felt about him, if only you tried just a smidge harder, if only- if only.. if only... if only you weren’t such a coward.
Feathers brushed against your cheek in what you assumed to be pity. Then, you realized the onslaught of tears dripping from your bottom eyelashes. Like shards of the rarest crystal marrow, they fell and continued to fall.
With a shaky step forward, you walked away from the window, small shrubbery growing beneath your feet. You didn’t want to listen anymore. All the information was clear. Ayato was going to marry and the person walking down the aisle wasn’t going to be you. The small hiccuping sob coming from yourself was dull in your ears as you trudged home, the crow shuffling closer to your face on your shoulder, reassuring you by nuzzling its beak into your hair.
When you got home that night, your mother was about to playfully scold you for coming home late but immediately faltered when she saw you crying at the doorstep with flowers sprouting at your feet. She rushed to your side and began wiping your tears after setting the bag of groceries down, then letting you sit down on the tatami mats. She was about to pluck the flowers from the wooden floors so they wouldn’t splinter too deeply into the wood before recognizing what type of flowers they were. Bleeding hearts. She glanced at you from over her shoulder and frowned. ‘That’s why you were hesitant about courting.’
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It has been a few days since you found out about Ayato. You cried for a while.. well, for 4 hours straight before you passed out and awoke to the sun shining on your face, unwelcomed and irritating. However, cooping yourself up in your house was definitely not healthy and as much as you didn’t want to face the outside world just yet, you laid on the tatami mats contemplating whether or not to get up. In the end, your mother ushered you to go get some fresh air, telling you that “your skin will break out in acne if you don't bask in the sunlight.”
Footsteps slow, your head was hung as low as your eyebags, geta dragging against the rocky walkways. Inazuma City was as bustling as always, people chattering happily, the sounds of food sizzling within restaurants, merchants promoting anything new within their shops.. all of this was just your everyday encounters. Everything sounds so annoying now. All the noises are causing a headache but that was mostly because this was the aftermath of crying for so long. You wanted to go back home but you’re pretty sure your mother is still home and will shoo you away if you were to even be six meters nearby.
Lady Luck must also not be on your side today because your gaze was so fixed on the floor you didn’t even notice there was someone in front of you. A flash of expensive shoes was not enough of a warning as your forehead bumped into the back of the person. This person, however, must have such an impressive build because you recoiled while they didn’t even budge.
Just as you were about to apologize, you looked up and caught a glimpse of light blue hair that made you freeze. Your jaw closed and screwed itself shut, forcing you to keep that quiet “sorry” locked behind your teeth. The one person you didn’t want to confront just yet, was standing in front of you, a plastic cup filled with milk tea in his hands.
Feet shuffling to dodge his line of sight, you were certainly not fast enough to dodge his attention because he says your name in that same sickly, sweet voice you fell in love with. You almost want to punch him. It seems stupid, yes, but you are angry at yourself and you want to take it out on something. You could never be mad at Ayato, though. It’s not even his fault either way but your love for him will blind you by gouging out your eyes from their sockets.
Reluctantly, your body turns to him but your gaze doesn’t do the same, finding the onikabuto that crawls pathetically on the ground much more appealing to the eye. Probably because it’s currently reminding you of yourself. Fingers digging into your palm, you finally decide to acknowledge his presence, a small “Lord Kamisato..” rasping out of your mouth.
Now, Ayato doesn’t seem to notice a lot about your behavior if Thoma is telling the truth, but the way you say his title in a pained tone does not go past his head. Then, and only then, does he see the dry streak of tears highlighting your face and his whole world stops.
love that guy
#male reader#x male reader#genshin impact x reader#x reader#genshin x male reader#genshin impact x male reader#genshin x reader#kamisato ayato x reader#kamisato ayato x you#kamisato ayato x male reader#angst
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omg okay i saw ur requests are open so… how would bl boys react if their spouse got pregnant? can u make it angsty if you can plz😝 i like hurting myself
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oh this plot fits our career driven boys soooo much (reo’s is his gf since I didn’t notice the spouse part from the request while I was writing his part)
Content warnings: angst, talks of pregnancy and abortion, a bit ooc bc these boys are toxic here, characters are aged up! Not proof read
Mikage Reo
Standing in front of reo had never felt as anxiety inducing as it did right now. He was your safe space, someone you’d run to whenever you felt uneasy and for the most part, he never failed to give you the comfort you needed. He was gentle, patient, and reassuring. That was… until you handed him a positive pregnancy test. As shaken as you were, reo’s world was also spiraling as he stared at the two pink lines shown on the test. Positive. He got you pregnant and right as he was at his prime as a new football player.
“No” was all he mamaged to say. “No? Reo you- you can’t just say no” you were sobbing, thinking of how you’d have to stop your studies and how you were going to have tell your parents. “I just… yn I can’t handle a baby right now. And my parents. Fuck, my parents are-“ his hands in his hair, tugging lightly in frustration. You wanted to get mad at him and scream and push him but all you could manage to do was look at him in shock. How is he the same person who cuddled you every night and bought your flowers just because. The same person who had you in his future plans and promised to marry you as soon as you both had stable careers. Amidst reo’s sweet reputation in your heart and mind, you often forgot that he was also as career driven as he was in love. Reo had already disappointed his parents once when he chose to play sports instead of working at their family’s company. Now he’s made it to a place where they can at least commend him for his choice. He can’t risk another disappointment. His parents didn’t even know he had a girlfriend.
Finding out you were pregnant, your initial response was fear which later changed to calmness because you were so sure of reo. You were so sure that he wouldn’t leave you hanging. Maybe you shouldn’t have been so hopeful after all.
Itoshi Rin
Your relationship with rin isn’t what people think it is. Sure you were married. Sure lots of his fans adored you as well. But behind the scenes, the marriage was arranged by his parents. That said, rin was never hostile. The relationship was civil, it was peaceful even. He did his thing and you did yours.
Later on in the marriage, you both decided that since you guys were married anyway, it wouldn’t hurt to add a couple more benefits along with having each other’s (quiet and to some extent, comfortable) company. Sleeping together became a regular occurrence and without meaning to, that led to you getting pregnant, something which rin had never planned on and something he definitely won’t be happy about. You weren’t happy about it either. Not when you didn’t exactly have a healthy family to give the baby to be. Acting fast, you scrambled to your laptop to schedule yourself for an appointment to get a check up and most probably to get rid of the pregnancy. Unfortunately, in panic, you left your pregnancy test on the bathroom counter. Something that rin was welcomed with once he got home. It didn’t help that you left your laptop in the bedroom for him to see your scheduled appointments as well.
Thinking you could get by without letting rin know, you decided to act normal upon seeing him enter the kitchen. You were preparing dinner when he walked in. After smiling at him and greeting him to acknowledge his presence, you went back to dinner prep. This confused rin. Were you not going to tell him? Was the test maybe not yours? Were you fucking with him? “Really yn? Don’t you have anything to say?” “hm? what do you mean, rin? Did you want something else for dinner?” He annoyingly nodded “you’re pregnant?” This made you freeze, dropping the knife on the floor, barely missing your foot. For a second, a flash of concern hit rin’s eyes but that might as well have been your imagination. “It’s a yes then” you gave a barely there nod. “Rin I was going to tell you. I also just found out I’m sorry” he nodded again “You were going to tell me? Sure. Not like you already had an appointment with the clinic, no?” Your face lost all its color. You weren’t even sure why he was acting so annoyed. Every time your parents or his parents nudged you two to give them grandchildren, rin would always act annoyed and irritable the moment you get home. He also repeatedly expressed his refusal to have children, especially not when his career was booming. Having a wife was one thing but a child? Entirely different. He didn’t have to invest so much when it came to you. He just has to be respectful, be someone to satisfy your needs sometimes, maybe even go on a few dates here and there. Easy. But he wasn’t a monster so having a child would take up so much of his time, something he couldn’t afford to give. Was what he always said. So why was he so mad at your for just taking one step ahead? “I thought you didn’t want to have a baby, why are you mad?” You semi-shouted. “Maybe I didn’t but you can’t just decide to get rid of it on your own. That’s messed up” “okay but stop raising your voice rin, you’re scaring me. You always tell me you don’t want a baby with me so I just assumed” “Know what? Considering you seem to want to get rid of it so quick, then yeah sure, I don’t want that baby. You have my card, use it for the hospital bill or call me if you need me to be there. You probably won’t though, right?”
a/n: I suck at writing angst but here’s an attempt o(TヘTo)
#blue lock scenarios#blue lock x reader#blue lock angst#mikage reo x reader#reo x reader#mikage reo angst#reo angst#itoshi rin angst#itoshi rin x reader#rin x reader
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Arranged omegaverse marriage with unrequited loveeee…
What about if omega Hob is forced to marry dream, a rich and powerful alpha who will help raise his family’s status, but this time it’s Dream who’s in unrequited love with hob.
Dream fell in love with hob’s scent but also his personality and his beauty from afar. When hob became eligible for marriage, Dream immediately went to hob’s guardian and made an offer for his hand. They’d never even MET.
it was a surprise to everyone that the third son of the endless, practically royalty, chose some minor noble omega who was barely worth noticing. And hob is in no position to refuse.
Hob is scared at first. He doesn’t even know what this alpha wants from him. Hob is a nobody compared to him which means he is entering a marriage with no power and maybe that’s really what Dream wants—a mate he has complete control over. Maybe he’s a cruel alpha who doesn’t want an equal but a bed warmer to use, maybe even abuse.
So he goes to the wedding shaking and scared.
Dream is thrilled, up until he smells how scared hob is.
It’s even worse when they’re alone. Dream is confused and awkward and hob is prepared for the worst.
Dream tries to tell hob not to be afraid but he’s so stilted that hob takes it as a threat—it’s a mess. They don’t even have sex and dream goes to bed sure that the omega he loves has only married him for his money, and he won’t get the great love he wanted.
Still he is determined to provide a good life for hob. Hob deserves it, even if he doesn’t love dream…
But over time hob realizes what a good heart dream has. He realizes dream hasn’t tried to hurt him and has quietly arranged for hob’s life to be easier. He buys him books and never encroaches on his space and has all his favorite things memorized—the wine he likes, his favorite flowers, and he makes sure hob gets the best of everything.
And he doesn’t even touch hob. When hob’s first heat comes, dream sits in the room with him and mops his forehead. even when hob begs, dream doesn’t knot him. He just soothes him with cool fingers in his hole and ensures he has food and water.
It comes to a head when some alpha at a party calls hob a gold-digger and dream straight up challenges him to a duel for hob’s honor. (He wins.)
That’s when hob realizes that maybe the reason Dream wanted to marry him was actually love. And maybe his alpha is just an awkward hopeless romantic.
I love it! Dream takes great pleasure in defending Hob’s honour. He's so pleased to have the opportunity to show Hob how he feels. He doesn't even have to speak or scare Hob by getting in his personal space. Dream can simply show the whole world that he loves Hob and he expects nothing in return!
Hob isn't scared anymore, he's just devastatingly horny about the way he alpha fought for him. Watching Dream get all defensive and growly makes Hob go right into pre-heat, which he cant disguise even if he tries. He sees Dream’s nose twitching at the change of scent and blushes fiercely. His alpha must think that he's so silly, going from a complete scaredy-cat to a drooling slut.
Dream, of course, just thinks that Hob is wonderful. He can't wait to get his omega home. He's fully prepared to do another heat just taking care of Hob with his fingers and soothing him through it. But as soon as they do get home, Hob makes it abundantly clear that that's not what he wants. It's not the heat talking. He's really falling for Dream, and he wants to be with him properly. The best part is, all of these emotions show up in his scent. So Dream knows that it's all true.
Hob gets to spend this heat with his alpha, being made love to and worshipped the whole time. And from now on he knows that he's going to treat Dream like a king, because it's absolutely what he deserves - to feel loved in return, just as he's loved Hob from the start.
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˜”°•.˜”°• headcanons about you and abby's wedding - modern au •°”˜.•°”˜
wc: 1.1k
warnings: wedding w modern au(obvs), crying, tooth rotting fluff, allusions to sex, no use of y/n
a/n: lmk what you guys think of this one and whether you'd like more of reader and Abby in this universe! don't hesitate to send any requests<33
this is sort of on theme with a previous fic where abby proposes to you, this one can be read as a standalone though:))
❦ after the proposal, you guys hurrying too much to get the wedding off the road and on the rails- you're still extremely proud and giddy to call each other your fianceé, and you've sent about 100 pictures of your wedding ring to everyone.
❦ it isn't until one night where you're having dinner over at jerry's that he brings up the wedding preparations and you're like oh shit, you two kinda need to haul ass and start sending invites.
❦ you decided on a small affair, only your immediate families and close friends over. I imagine that in the insistence of your future brother in law Lev you sent out RSVP invitations that were ocean themed with cute little sharkies on the front that say in a vast ocean of people we found each other(💀). A lot of people found them pretty funny though, and Lev was pretty excited about them.
❦ on par with the beach theme of your engagement, you decided to have the wedding on a beautiful beach resort in the beginning of June-not too hot, not too cold;)-with the ceremony and the reception on the shore.
❦ of course, you couldn't leave out the bachelorette party! You and Abby travel to Vegas with your respective friend groups for a weekend of clubbing and partying in general. And lets be fr, someone from either of two groups ends up getting lost and you have to recover him Hangover style. Thank God you didn't arrange for it the day before the wedding.
❦ the days before the upcoming event are mostly a blur, both of you making last minute arrangements about the food, the flowers, the music. Your gown with the final adjustments is delivered and you have to hide it in a fridge box in the basement so Abby won't take a peek.
❦ "But baaabe, I just wanna see what it looks like! You know this stuff about bad luck isn't actually legit." "I know, but it will be more exciting to see the final look at the wedding. I promise you."
❦ finally the big day is here! And let me just say, as a very emotionally constipated person, you'd probably be a little teary eyed all day long. When you put on your gown and look at yourself in the mirror and realise that holy shit, I'm about to marry the love of my life, my Abigail, she wants to spend the rest of her life with me. And this just hits you all at once and a few tears run down your chin.
❦ if you have any wedding traditions from your culture that you'd like to honour, Abby would be 100% down for it. It makes her feel closer to you, and part of the new family she's going to be in. She also really likes listening to its origins and what it's supposed to represent. In my country, we do this thing where the wedding squad writes all their names down in the couples' shoes and by the end of the night whoever's name is the most smudged is the one who's going to get married first. Let's be real, if they did this, it'd probably Manny whose name had almost disappeared and he'd freak the fuck out.
❦ once you're ready to walk down the aisle, and you glance at Abby you let out a small ᵍᵃˢᵖ at the sight, with Abby dressed to the nines and a glowing expression on her beautiful face. Her mouth also formed a little O at the sight of you, ready to become her wife, looking so so happy and a slightly teary eyed.
❦ during the actual ceremony, you two keep stealing glances at each other, smiling kinda goofily like :]. You two are goobers fr.
❦ for the vows, I think the game establishes that Abby is a big bookworm, so she chooses something perhaps from Emily Bronte or Jane Austen. Of course this isn't the entirety of what she wrote, she just finds it more accurate to express her love for you through someone's else perfectly adept words.
❦ once the reception kicks in, you're carefully wiping tears from your eyes so you don't smudge your makeup, and take some photos with the wedding party on the beach. You're accepting everyone's congratulations for your newlywed status, and settling down to prepare for your first dance.
❦ you had decided on dancing to Por Una Gabeza, and had actually rehearsed the slow tango a couple times so your movements are synchronised. By the end of the dance, you're in each other's arms, cheek to cheek simply enjoying the moment.
❦ by the time you've finished you meal, the party is in full swing, and you join in for a few dances until you decide on a cake break and allow Yara to be Abby's dancing partner. By the way, your wedding cake? Exquisite, chocolate ice cream with strawberry.
❦ I also imagine you guys doing the whole tossing the bouquet thing and -surprise surprise!-it ends up on Manny's lap on accident. He almost leaves.
❦ by the night, you're both clinging to each other, ready to resume your lives as Mrs and Mrs, and also ready to break into the bridal bed. Seriously, you can feel Abby's fingers feeling up your thigh and she's been whispering the things she wants to do to you all night. By 2 in the morning you're home, very much exhausted by the preparations and the emotional high, but also very ready to let Abby peak what's under your bridal gown.
❦ for wedding gifts to each other? She hands you two tickets for some exotic island you guys always talked about going, and make it your honeymoon. You get her an antique vinyl record player, because she had always been going about getting something to listen music to while cooking. Needless to say you both love each other's gifts:D
❦ a week or so after the ceremony you receive the photographs, and Abby makes it her duty to hand them on every corner of the house. Seriously, at some point, you could see a photo of you two in your field of vision pretty much about everywhere.
❦ her favourite one remains in her desk, one where you two are about to leave, sweaty and drunk, the camera capturing your musky faces as you sit on her lap clinging for dear life. It's so sweet and endearing, and it reminds her why she married you in the first place.
#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson x y/n#abby anderson x you#abby the last of us#abby tlou#abby x fem!reader#abby anderson x female reader#abby anderson tlou2#abby anderson headcanons#abby anderson fic
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tw vent — a personal life problem. i just have to leave it here bc i’ve been crying for two days. it’s long… so feel free to scroll past it :’)
i’m… about to break up with my bf of 2 years
he’s a really kind person. and i don’t exaggerate it. he always makes sure to show me that he loves me through little actions like forehead kisses whenever we meet up, getting me a customized keychain with my name on it, getting me meaningful gifts and flowers on important dates unprompted… and every simple and little gift he gave me i have stored inside a box and there are so many i’m bawling whenever i look at them bc i’m so touched that a man who loves me really exists :’) he’s my prayers coming true. i used to pray for a boy who will accept me as i am and he comes at the perfect time near the end of my college year when i thought everything in this world was jaded
not only that he also spoils me, goes along with anything i say… he is serious regarding our relationship, introduces me to his parents and siblings. i thought i no longer have any worries about the future. and i can say i’m 90% content with my life now— a great job, a nice boyfriend, financially independent… my life is too good sometimes it feels scary
but there’s no such thing as a perfect life and i’ve dreaded it quite some time… because i know that both of us have been avoiding a certain issue just so we don’t burst our happy bubble… and now that issue has come to bite us
we’ve been in a LDR for two years and i’m honestly okay with it, but whenever questions about the future comes up—like “where should we live in the future?” i always clamp up bc for certain i want to live in my hometown, where my job, parents and social life are. but the thing is… he has his own thing in his city, where his parents reside and he’s the first son so he’ll inherit the family business there
i eventually voiced my worries about this to him, and do you know what his first reaction was? i was so sure he’d immediately get worked up and convince me to leave my job
but no. it never happened
he was so shaken. and yet… he never denied me. he said he’d talk to his parents about it… he said he’d be fine with this arrangement even if he has to be the one going back and forth. he said anything that would make me happy… he’d do it
and i believe him. until the end, i believe him. because he really means it even until the end
i’ve predicted it already. no way are his parents going to agree with this. i know bc just put yourself in their position—your bright first son has everything in order, set to inherit the family business, but he’s going to live a hard life of LDR only for some girl… that’s simply unacceptable
now you might wonder why i’m so dead set with living in my hometown. in chinese culture, when a girl marries, she usually lets go of everything and goes with the husband. but i really, really love my job here. i love the work i’ve been doing, community and friends i’ve made here, the salary and whatnot. not everyone gets a chance to work in my company bc it’s considered prestigious. working here gives me a purpose— i feel enabled here and i can be a part of something greater. i’ve won awards and i’m considered for a promotion too in just 2 years in this company, so it’s really hard for me to let go of it when i know i can be more than just a housewife. and so, whenever i imagine that i have to leave this company one day… i’m crushed
and not only that, my parents only have me. i’m an only child, and my father’s health condition isn’t the best either. i can only shudder whenever i think of them being alone if left them here
sometimes i think i’m too selfish for wanting this. for wanting to keep my job. for wanting to be with my parents. for keeping my social life. my bf is the one sacrificing energy and money twice a month to meet me in my city, and even then i still want to ask for more
but… i really can’t lie to myself and say it’s fine when it’s not. and what makes me cry even harder is the fact that when he finally tells me what his parents’ opinions are… he cries too and said all of these:
“i want us to be together. i feel so, so lucky to have met you. there are some days in which i thought that if you weren’t there… then it’d be much harder.”
“i’m always so happy seeing you all happy and energetic, doing things you love. i don’t want to take that from you.”
“if i make you go with me, i’m afraid that one day… you’ll regret leaving. i’m afraid you’ll be unhappy and tell me ‘if i’ve known this earlier… i wouldn’t have left at all.’”
it’s the depth in which he thought of all of these. i cried on the spot in front of him because… what have i done? what should i do? i love him, i really do but in the end, i can’t let go of everything for him either
and the cherry on top? he doesn’t even want to instigate the break up. he said everything is in my hands now. he wants nothing more than keeping our relationship, but he doesn’t have the heart to make me unhappy. even until the end, he says whatever my decision is… he’ll accept it even if it hurts
i’ve been crying since yesterday. it’s so hard to let him go when memories of the past two years pop up one by one. he’ll pick me up, hug me on hard days, tell me that i’ll do just well, adore me and make me feel confident in myself… he’s been a really great emotional support for me and i’m so, so grateful to have met him too
now we’re still in a limbo. i’m too shaken so i obviously am not able to tell him what my answer is. we agreed to think of this further and talk about our decision in 2 weeks, when he’ll come to meet me again
i don’t know what my answer is even until now. i know the best course is probably breaking up bc we can’t agree on this particular point… but it’s not easy, not when we still love each other this much
. . .
for any of you who have taken the time to read this until the end… thank you :’) this blog is the safest corner i have and i really don’t want to bring any sort of negativity here… but this time i’m just too sad with everything and i think i need a space to confide in💔
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written in the stars | zhang hao royalty au
☆ chapter 2 here ☆
genre: angst, romance
pairing: reader (afab) x zhang hao
about/tags: in which zhang hao is a crown prince, and you are not the princess he's arranged to marry (1.9k words)
royalty au, arranged marriage (not to reader), love at first sight, i'm in a bridgerton mood that's why i wrote this
The palace is buzzing, and you’ve never seen it so busy. The servants seem to multiply as they make haste with the preparations. All the curtains have been drawn back, and the palace gleams in natural sunlight. The hallways smell of fresh flowers, and the floors are newly polished; you can almost see your reflection. Faintly, you can hear the footmen yelling, signaling the arrival of the royal heir of the neighboring country.
While they were only arriving on a formality, these occasions are naturally celebrated extravagantly. No expense spared in public appearances, dinner parties, and tournaments. After all, it is only once where a soon-to-be-king is able to visit the home of his queen-to-be. Then, she is whisked away from her roots, to start a new life elsewhere.
How wonderful, a royal wedding is to take place soon.
But not yours.
Despite what people may think, you enjoy not being the eldest daughter of the family. You didn’t get all the attention from male suitors in soirees, you weren’t gifted the finest jewels, nor were you surrounded by a flock of ladies at all times. It’s liberating, you think.
Your sister didn’t even have much of a say when it came to her marriage preparations. With the diligence of a dutiful princess, she complied and obliged to the plans of your parents. You couldn’t imagine living a life like that, being told that a certain path was your destiny. You certainly did not envy the life of the eldest princess.
You contemplate moving from your spot to greet the esteemed guest, but it is decided for you when a butterfly lands on your shoulder. You gently place your finger near its legs, hoping it will latch on for you to get a closer look. Instead, it flutters away.
Curiosity gets the best of you and you follow it – all the way to the edge of the garden.
To your surprise, it lands on the shoulder of a man. All you know of him is that he’s dressed in a cream ensemble. Engrossed in his conversation with your father, he clearly doesn’t notice the delicate creature on his shoulder.
“Ah y/n darling, you’re here. Say hello to his highness” your father, who probably spots you staring, introduces you to the man.
You curtsy, “good afternoon, your grace. Welcome to Astoria”
Returning the greeting, he bows gently, then takes your hand where he places a small kiss from his lips. While a traditional greeting amongst royals, it was an act you weren’t used to receiving. When you both look up and meet his eyes for the first time, you’re suddenly met with jealousy – “a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, princess”
And for the first time in your life, you wish you were your sister.
—--⋆⋆☆⋆⋆—-
When you show him around your palace, as your father instructed, he greets your staff warmly. He asks you questions about your people, your customs, and your culture. He listens intently, watching you greatly elaborate about the place you call home. While you talk his ear off, he takes slow strides to also appreciate the art, the flowers, and the instruments that play the most beautiful melodies. When you near the quartet, he fixates specifically on the violin, watching it be played with such admiration.
“Do you fancy the violin, your grace?” you ask.
“I find it the most beautiful, do you not? An extremely difficult instrument to learn, but when mastered, elicits music fit for the angels.”
He thanks the violinist and commends him for his talent, before you both continue with the palace tour.
Sensitive, gentle, and kind – Prince Zhang Hao is every bit the person that is perfect to rule a kingdom.
—--⋆⋆☆⋆⋆—-
At dinnertime, you try to focus on your meal. Instead, you watch the prince enjoy the company of your sister. They’re both smiling as they engage in small conversation, you can’t tell what it’s about, but he looks charmed. As they all always are, you think.
When you turn your attention elsewhere, Hao finds himself looking at you. In a brief moment of distraction, he watched you bring the wine to your lips, slightly staining it a deep burgundy.
—--⋆⋆☆⋆⋆—-
It’s a bright summer afternoon, and the light from outside refracts beautifully against the stained glass windows. Being trained in arts, music, and sciences – your favorite place in the whole world had to be the royal library. So you find yourself here often, reading a book, studying maps of the stars, or much like today, practicing the violin.
When you finish the song, you hear applause, and you’re shocked to see the prince. “I didn’t take you for a violinist, princess”. His body leaning against one of the bookshelves, arms crossed against his chest. Without the prying eyes of the servants, nor the pressures of royals, he seems relaxed.
You gently place the violin back in its case, and look over your shoulder. “Am I good enough to elicit music fit for angels, you reckon?” He smiles, remembering the comment he made a few days before.
“I wouldn’t have applauded you if you weren’t, I’m quite an honest man you know.” You chuckle, “and indeed you are, your grace.”
“You can just call me Hao.”
And while you are taken aback, you humor him anyway. “Okay, Hao – may I ask why you’re holed up here with me at the royal library? Shouldn’t you be with her royal highness today to greet the public?”
“Your sister is currently busy meeting the designer for her gown, so I decided to find something else to keep me occupied.” he walks nearer to you, hands behind his back.
Boldly, you respond with “well, you have the pleasure of my company now”. He comes face to face with you when he says:
“Indeed I do, princess y/n.”
—--⋆⋆☆⋆⋆—-
Over the next few weeks, Hao has joined you at the library in the early mornings. While the rest of his day is spent fulfilling the duties of a visiting prince, the start of his day is reserved for you.
You get to know each other better through the study of geography, as he tells you about the places he’s visited on your maps. You tell him how certain stars align to form different constellations, and how the night sky might have been decorated differently on your birthdays. You learn that he speaks multiple languages, after he helps you transcribe the ancient texts from the east.
He speaks gently, yet with conviction. He smiles softly when you call his name, and approaches you in a gentle manner. He is also patient, when you are slow to understand him. He looks into your eyes intently while you tell stories, and you feel that his gaze might burn holes into your existence. His touch, gentle, when he guides you on the piano. And when challenged by you, plays the violin equally as beautifully.
Among other thoughts, you’re happy to know your sister will marry a good man.
“I have to go now, princess. I’ll see you tomorrow?”
You smile at him warmly, “like always, Hao.”
—--⋆⋆☆⋆⋆—-
But he didn't arrive the next day, nor any day after that. Instead, his time has been given to your sister, who has requested to have morning tea with him daily. You don’t fault him, it’s his duty as a fiance. And perhaps time away from him is good.
So when you find him gazing out at the same balcony of the library, you are surprised.
“Y/N, what do the stars say tonight?” you look up at the sky, and then at him. He’s leaning against the railing, propped up against his elbows. Facing you, you fear that his height will cause him to fall backwards.
“Difficult to say with all the clouds, there barely are any.” As if to confirm your analysis, he too looks up at the sky.
“So what brings you here, hao?” you ask as you make your way over next to him. You look up once again, hoping to find what he is looking for.
“I wanted to spend my last night here to gaze at the Astoria stars you tell me about.” Right. His last day here. You don’t know when he’ll return, and if they will at all. But tomorrow he leaves with your sister to his country, Mariposa. The next time you see him will be at his wedding.
“It’s a shame, maybe you should visit more often then”. You huff out, half jokingly because you know that’ll never happen.
“Yeah, maybe I should…” Hao trails off and watches you turn around to lean toward the balcony instead. Your face is resting on your hand, and you’re looking out into the garden hoping to be graced by the illumination of the fireflies. The moonlight hits your face, and hao studies the way your eyelashes flutter and how your breathing rises and falls.
You can feel him staring. "You need to stop doing that, Hao"
"And what am I doing?" you look at him, and you don’t know if he’s feigning innocence or is completely ignorant. His eyebrows are raised, and you suppose it’s the former when he raises his hands up in surrender jokingly.
Your face breaks into a smile, then a giggle. He likes the way your lips pull into a tight line before it gives up, and you convulse into laughter. He thinks it’s cute, the way you try to hold it in at first.
So he too, feels the need to hold you responsible when he says "and you princess, need to stop smiling at me like that”
Your smile falters, and then he clears his throat. You both break away from your gaze, and look straight ahead. Into the garden, where the fireflies are starting to show themselves. But the air is so silent, you can hear your own heartbeat.
Then Hao asks a dangerous question, “do you think that would be so terrible? to look at you the way I do, and to enjoy the allure of your smile?”. He looks at you expectantly, hoping you understand what he feels for you with that question alone.
"Would that be so terrible?" you repeat his words, also questioning yourself. You want to think it over, but you know the answer. “Yes, yes it would hao. Because you are betrothed to my sister.”
The silence of the air is this time, welcome.
Seemingly unafraid, he asks another question – “do you think maybe this is what is written in the stars for us? To be condemned by duty?” he doesn't need to expound for you to understand what he means.
You sigh sadly, “it appears to be that way…your grace.” He feels the boundary that you’ve effectively placed. The use of the royal title, a reminder of why he has come to Astoria in the first place.
You don’t look at him as you say goodbye to him one last time. You walk away from the ledge, and as he grabs your wrist to hold you from leaving, you try to release it.
“Let’s not, your grace. It’s easier this way. Please.” His heart shatters at your words. So he lets you leave. He doesn’t know that there are tears running from your eyes, and that you fear you’ll change your mind if you take one look at his face.
That night as he lay in bed he cursed his birth order, and so did you.
—--⋆⋆☆⋆⋆—-
As you watch them leave the following morning by the steps of the palace entrance, the same butterfly makes its way to you. It lands on your glove, and as you raise your arm to take a closer look – it flies away, towards the prince’s carriage.
You don’t follow it this time.
—--⋆⋆☆⋆⋆—-
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A/N: First of all, I wanna apologize to anon because there is no fluff ending shfbhsbfj I just feel like it didn't fit the royalty vibe
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I do wonder where Harry got the ‘co-reigning’ thing in his head, his goto approach is to weasel round those who he can charm to get what he wants. There is no way The Queen or now the King would have pandered to his unreasonable wishes, but both of them don’t like confrontation and through family love wouldn’t have totally squashed his ramblings or worse case ignored it and he would have taken that as viable. Plus he does/did believe the most popular royal other than the Queen’ stuff and probably still does or thinks it’s retrievable. When MM came on the scene we have the ‘you do the UK’ and we will take the commonwealth (re the commonwealth flowers veil) , and the idea of sharing the Duchy of Cornwall money. To any normal person it’s completely pie in the sky, but with these two such a high level arrogance/self esteem and people not ever really saying no to either of them has created a utopian ‘fair world’ where everything is ‘equal’ and they get what they want eventually.
Ancedotally it's because of Diana. She insisted on raising William and Harry equally, which the BRF (largely the Queen Mother) opposed. So because of that, any opportunity William received, Harry also received. Which, fair, makes sense. Two kids, send them to the same places, make life easy for yourself, right? Especially if you're separated/divorced from your partner, treating the boys as a single unit/a pair made it easier to track custody and other arrangements.
Then when Diana died, Charles probably figured it was easier to keep William and Harry together so they could help each other through their grief and shared trauma. (And also Charles most likely had his own trauma from Gordonstoun that made him unable to see how terribly misfitted Harry was at Eton, which most likely played a part in it too.) And that became the new royal brand: "Diana's boys, William and Harry." So much so that when Charles began to develop the vision for his monarchy, it was "William and Harry and their wives."
Now granted, it's hard to plan roles for people who don't yet exist, but the wives never needed to exist for the plan to work. All Charles and the BRF needed to do was say "William and his wife and Harry and his wife." Instead, their scheme was a scheme of three: William, Harry, and Wives - copying the scheme of Charles, Andrew, and Diana+Sarah.
So essentially, Harry grew up and spent his formative years being treated as equal to William. Then when William married Kate, they became "We Three" (or whatever cutesy little nickname you like) instead of spinning William and Kate off to do their own thing, which paved the way to Fab Four and Harry's rude awakening that "no, actually, you're not equal to William, you're not even William's consort, no matter how hard you try."
The what-if of it all is what would've happened if Diana hadn't died in 1997. Diana understood, fundamentally, that the boys had different futures because she always talked about William being King. She may have wanted them to have the same childhoods so the self-esteem issues and the insecurity Diana felt growing up weren't likely to happen for Harry. But at what age would she have encouraged Harry to make his own path and go his own way from William?
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love your hcs!! can i request more game of thrones, preferably the starks? platonic or romantic!
Thank you so much! I'm glad you like them! I went for Robb because he's one of my favorites in Game of Thrones.
Warnings: Yandere themes, a couple mentions of death, but not at all graphic.
Across the board, platonic or romantic, Robb is overprotective, clingy, and possessive.
He's a very loyal and naturally protective person. When he loves someone, he's going to do all that he can to make sure that they're safe and cared for.
In a platonic sense, he's going to view you as a little sibling, whether you're blood-related or not. He almost immediately demands you be taken in if you're not. He leaves no room for argument, and considering how stubborn he can be, his parents give in pretty easily.
I can easily also see him calling you his best friend as well as a sibling, which means that he'll want to spend a lot of time with you.
Robb will demand you have the room next to him so that you're closer and more easily accessible. He'll also make sure everything is up to his pretty high standards so that you're comfortable and well cared for.
And if anyone dares say you're not actually his sibling or best friend, he's not afraid to challenge them to a fight. He'll rough them up a bit more than necessary, too, just to let the message sink in.
In a romantic sense, once Robb gets an inkling of affection for you, he'll fall pretty fast and hard.
Robb grew up seeing his parents have this fairytale-like love and he strives to have that sort of thing with you.
He'll go about courting you in a very romantic manner. He brings you your favorite flowers, asks you to go on walks or on a horse ride alone with him, compliments you all the time, and tries his hardest to win all of the sparring matches he has with Theon and Jon when you're around.
(And not that you'll ever know this, but he goes out of his way to scare off any other potential suitors you have. Sometimes he might threaten them himself, but other times he'll pay a guard or two to do the dirty work.)
Robb wants you to see him as honorable, strong, and brave. He never wants you to fear him.
And he can be pretty good about being normal. If his father is still around, he'll be pretty persistent in convincing him to arrange a marriage with you, even if you're a commoner or a bastard.
Once Robb becomes King of the North, he won't really care what anyone else thinks. He's going to marry you, end of story.
He's pretty convincing when it comes to you. Any doubts or protests you have about the idea will be reasoned away because Robb will hammer in the idea that he is hopelessly in love with you.
Robb could not care less if you were born a bastard or anything else. Once he's as obsessed as he is with you, he'd go to hell and back to protect and love you.
And Grey Wind would be just as protective. The giant dire wolf would follow you anywhere, especially when Robb isn't able to be near you.
The two are psychically connected, so you'll have a giant wolf who will see any new and not directly trusted person as a threat. After all, Grey Wind is basically just Robb if he didn't hold himself back all the time.
Given the level of Robb's obsession, no one can get within fifteen feet of you without getting snapped at.
Still, Robb isn't all that bad. When it comes to you, he's very loving, kind, and loyal. He will never give you any reason to doubt his devotion to you.
If you ignore the number of people you know he would and has killed for you, it's actually a pretty nice time.
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Part 2
This time around, Dustin let Will handle the camera. Not only because he was super busy on this day, but Will had also proven himself a talented director. He was currently capturing grade A gold of Steve deciding which hair products to pack away for the day.
He had packed and unpacked the bag at least three times while Dustin was making final arrangements in the kitchen by phone.
“Steve, I swear to god!”
“Hey! No yelling. You promised this would be the one day, no yelling”, Steve snapped.
Dustin huffed, then returned to his phone call.
“I think you’ll look fine”, Will said from behind the camera. “Eddie’s gonna love how you look no matter what.”
Steve smiled fondly at him for that. “Remind me why I didn’t make you my best man again?”
“Because Dustin would have skinned you alive?”
“Yeah, that’s why”, Steve nodded. He figured out his perfect products and closed up the bag. “Alright. I’m ready to get married.”
More like he was ready to begin preparing for the process to start getting ready to be married. But he was ready all the same.
Dustin was his best man. For the record, he had asked Robin first. But then she spent about an hour rambling about how horrible of a job she’d do with the planning and her anxiety and ruining his perfect day while being incredibly flattered and Steve decided to take her out of her misery.
“Just be where I need you”, he had said.
“Can do.”
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While Steve went into a small room to get started on his hair, Dustin talked to Will, camera off.
“Okay, we’ve got a small window here. You ready for this?”
“You really think they’ll like it?”, Will asked.
“Those saps? They’ll be showin’ it to their grandkids”, Dustin said.
Will beamed. They could do this. And hopefully Steve and Eddie would appreciate the thought behind it.
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Eddie had proposed on January 2nd, 1990. He definitely planned to do a whole New Year’s thing, but had both chickened out and gotten distracted (another story for another time). But when he finally nutted up, he had told Steve he didn’t want another decade to go by without Steve being his husband.
“I’ve wanted this since the first time I saw you in a mosh pit, babe.”
“Eddie, that was three years ago.”
“Three years of torture.” Of not really knowing what the future held for them. Of knowing that even if they belonged to each other in every other way, it wouldn’t be recognized in many people’s eyes. But Eddie finally decided that he officially didn’t care if it wasn’t official. It was real to him and the man he loved. That made it more real than anything else.
And now he was staring at him, with El standing as officiator. She had been the flower girl at her first wedding (Joyce and Jim’s) and had been very fascinated with the person who got to actually marry the couple. She cleared her throat and began to speak, welcoming all the guests in a voice that was strong and full of adoration for the idea of two people professing their love in front of an audience of family and friends.
Then it came time for vows and Eddie typically didn’t shy away from his feelings but he had planned wear even more of his heart on his sleeve. Not only had Steve’s parents responded to the invite, they had attended. And he was gonna let them know just how special their son was.
When it was Steve’s turn, he was definitely already tearing up, but he got out everything he wanted to say. He wondered briefly if Robin saw a similar future for herself or Will.
But then El was practically bouncing on her heels to say her favorite part of all this and anything pertaining to non-Eddie thoughts left his mind.
“I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may kiss the groom.”
It really was the sweetest kiss Steve had ever received.
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The musical selection at the reception was probably the oddest playlist possible but both grooms had wanted everyone to have a chance on the dance floor. Once it into full swing, everyone was getting a little of the grooms’ attention. And if it wasn’t the guests, they had their eyes on each other. So they could be forgiven for not noticing when a few of their friends disappeared.
Will, Jonathan, Nancy, and Dustin had left the hall to prepare their gift for the couple. When it was ready, Dustin walked out onto the stage to get everyone’s attention.
“A few of us have made something special for the men of the hour. Steve, Eddie, with all due respect: I told you so. And without further ado, solid proof that I am always right.”
A video began playing on a projector. One with Eddie and Steve as the focus, with Dustin obviously narrating from behind the camera. It was a little shakey, but something in Steve’s heart cracked at hearing Dustin’s still cracky voice from years ago, putting his own little spin on his and Eddie’s courtship.
“That little shit”, Steve whispered when the scene of him in the bathroom came up. But it had none of the bite it normally did when he was tearing up. Eddie brought his hand to his lips and kissed his knuckles. He was feeling a little vindication seeing their romance from the outside. In some of the scenes, Steve looked just as nervous as he had been. He had just been too blinded by love at the time to notice.
But then it changed from clips of their budding romance to the current events of today.
As Dustin had been busy with best man business, Will was handling the camera and Lucas was voicing over for Steve’s actions from outside a window.
“On this, the most important day of his life, Steve is attended by the most trusted members of his pack.”
Steve sat in front of a mirror while Robin did his hair, slapping his hands away every time he tried to interfere. Dustin was using a lint roller on his suit. Steve’s face was a storm of emotion as he tried to fidget with his hair. But Robin was on top of her game today.
“In less than an hour, Steve will officially enter a pair bond for life. Now let’s check in with Eddie.”
The shot changed to Eddie’s preparation. And while Steve anxious feelings were palpable, yet under control, Eddie was letting them all gush forth in the adrenaline thick atmosphere among his groomsmen.
“I’m gonna marry him!”, he shouted.
“You’re gonna marry him!”, Gareth and Jeff shouted back.
Eddie was pacing wildly around the room, sometimes pausing to hop on his feet. “I’m getting married today. I’m marrying Steve. Let’s go! Let’s do this! Nancy! Hit me!”
Nancy obliged him with a slap on the face and that got him even more hype, lifting the energy of the room even more. The handler of the camera turned it towards themselves, revealing Mike was the one recording. And he was definitely wondering how he got here. Then he turned it back towards Eddie.
“Okay, I just gotta ask one last time...”
Nancy gave him a warning look. “Mike...”
“Why Steve?”
Eddie’s smile got even bigger if that was possibly. “He’s belongs in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, Mini Wheels. It’s like I’m in little league and I hit a home run against a pro. You shouldn’t be asking me ‘why Steve?’ You should be asking me how.”
Steve turned to Eddie and was trying to convey just how with only his eyes. As they had just described in vivid detail in words. Eddie got the message and kissed him again.
The video went on to show the actual wedding, Will and Jonathan handling two cameras and then a third, floating at an impossible angle. Leave it to El to work double time for such an occasion.
Seeing it all again from the outside...It had really happened, hadn’t it?
“We’re married, baby”, Eddie beamed.
When the video ended, they were kissing each other again. And again and again and for once, Dustin’s self righteous attitude didn’t rain on their parade. If anything they were actually proud of him for seeing what they hadn’t. You’ll never get them to admit it though.
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it’s not all roses
summary: you and tom, your neighbor, have been dating for more than a year, and you have fallen in love with him. when he invites you over for dinner, you can’t help but feel like he’s going to propose to you. you’ve been waiting for the magical moment for a while, and boy does something magical happen.
pairing: mob!tom holland x reader
warnings: angst, cursing, guns, mentions of blood,
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you’d only ever met one man who you’d truly call captivating. tom holland, your neighbor who you’ve been dating for a little more than a year. you were completely infatuated with him, it was safe to say you’ve never been happier.
tonight, he had invited you over for “a very special dinner”, so he had called it. you couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe, he was finally going to pop the question. the thought of marrying the person who made you the happiest was one you could fantasize about all day.
you could hardly keep the smile off your face as you slipped into the pretty dress he bought you a while ago, along with the gorgeous diamond earrings he gifted you.
“y/n i’m so excited for you!” your best friend squealed over the phone. “do you think he’ll actually propose tonight?”
“i hope so. i really hope i’m not just assuming,” you muttered as doubt started to settle in your head.
“don’t think negative, i know he will. you’d better prepare for the celebratory dick you’re getting after.” she giggled.
“i’m hanging up now.” you winced.
after putting on your favorite perfume (also gifted to you by tom), you left your home, walking right to toms. using the spare key he got you, you let yourself in, greeting his cat twix with a few pets.
“tom?” you called out to him.
“in the kitchen, darling.” he responded. you followed the noise of kitchen utensils clanking together, and found tom in front of the oven with his back facing you. you smiled at the sight of him doing this for you. you were so lucky to find someone to care for you as much as he did. you snuck up behind him, snaking your arms around his waist and resting your head against his back.
“hey babygirl.” you greeted him.
“hello sweetheart,” he chuckled. “don’t you look gorgeous.” he pulled you up so you were leaning against his side, and gave you a long kiss.
“mm, can i have another one? just one more please?” he pouted. you laughed at him but complied, connecting your lips for another kiss. he grabbed your chin gently, holding you there for longer than you initially thought he would.
“god i love you.” he mumbled against your lips before giving you one last peck. “now, you and twix get out. you’re distracting me.” he playfully nudged you away.
“but i wanna know what you’re making. it smells really good.”
“you’ll see, now go relax. it’ll be ready in a second.”
you walked into the dining room, not expecting to see an arrangement of your favorite flowers, and warm scented candles lit. you sometimes felt undeserving of the things tom did for you, but he’d always be there to tell you otherwise. you’ve never felt so loved and appreciated in a relationship, it almost felt too good to be true.
“i’m gonna take your silence as a sign that you like it.” tom spoke as he walked up behind you with two plates of spaghetti. he set the plates down and placed his hands on his hips, observing his work.
your silence was starting to worry him though, and panic started to take over. “it’s- it’s not too much is it? maybe the candles were overboard, i admit. but-“
“tom, shut up. it’s perfect. it’s so perfect.”
“okay.” he gave you his signature cute smile before sitting down with you to eat.
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“take it easy on the drinks darling, there’s something i wanna ask you later.” he grinned as you poured your second glass of wine.
you bit your lip to keep from smiling like a maniac. you almost wanted to skip the dinner and get right to the proposal. well, his question. you had to consider the fact that he was probably asking you something else. or hell, he’d probably tell you what he does for his job - after a year - and how he can afford all of the costly things he gifts you. the smile on your face dissipated as you thought about it again.
it always bothered you at the wrong moments. you were annoyed with the way you couldn’t focus on the nice dinner tom spent his time on for you. you were now thinking about his one flaw. not only was it bothersome, but it was confusing. tom claims he loves you, but he won’t trust you with the most simplest fact about him after a year of being together? it was weird and hurtful. anytime you brought up the seemingly touchy topic, he’d always brush it off or quickly change the topic.
“are you alright? you’ve gone quiet.” he asked.
there was no use in bringing it up. he’d probably start talking about the weather. so, you put on a smile and shook your head. “i’m okay, sorry.”
but tom knew you better. “are you sure? is there anything i can get you?”
maybe the truth.
“i said i’m fine, tom. can we talk about something?” you huffed.
“okay, how’s work going?” he asked.
you scoffed at the irony of the question. “it’s going great, actually. what about your job? how’s that going? whatever you do.” you sarcastically smiled.
tom sighed as he finally realizes what got you so upset. that conversation. the conversation he’s had with you so many times, that he can hardly keep track of how many times he’s discussed it with you. he knew you were getting fed up with his avoidance about it, but it was better you didn’t know yet.
“it’s fine. are you ready for dessert? your favorite ice cream is in the freezer, it’s got your name on it.” he smiled awkwardly as he stood.
you sighed as you kept your glare on him. suddenly, several red dots danced their way up toms chest, before they all merged into one spot directly in the middle of his forehead. you squinted in confusion. tom was complete oblivious to what was happening.
“tom?”
“yes love?”
“what’s- what’s on your face?”
“somethings on my face? like what?” he asked simply, happy you were the one changing the subject this time.
“red dots. like laser pointers.”
“laser pointers? what’re you-“ tom gasped as his eyes shot open. “y/n, get down.”
“what?”
“get down!” he darted towards you, as the windows started shattering as a stream bullets began rapidly firing through them. tom grabbed your arm, pulling you down harshly under the table with him.
tom held you against his chest, his hand protecting your head as you cried in fear. the deafening sounds of the shots were enough to leave your ears ringing for days. there were no thoughts in your head, except for the one where you’re about to die in toms arms. the only thing letting you know you were still there was toms rapid heartbeat banging in your ear. you didn’t lift your head from his chest until the shots stopped firing through the house, the only audible noise was your ragged breathing and sniffles.
“tom-“
“shh.” he shushed you instantly, keeping a sharp ear out for signs of any people inside. he heard deep voices approaching the windows, followed by sounds of struggling, and finally the grinding of glass met with heavy footsteps. “there are no bodies, no blood. he’s still alive, find him. the girl too.” one of the voices boomed throughout the house.
you could see numerous black shoes scattering away from the windows, in search of you and tom. the men were tearing up anything and everything in the house in order to find you both. they were already upstairs; you could hear the muffled noises of things hitting the floors.
“listen to me,” tom whispered, grabbing your face and looking you in your glossy eyes. “we’re gonna run for the garage and get the fuck out of here, alright? stay close to me.”
you watched with fearful eyes as he grabbed a gun that was tapped to the bottom of the table, checking how many rounds were in the chamber before clicking it back into place. “what- what is that? why do you have that, tom? what’s going on? who are those people-“
“baby, we don’t have a lot of time for that right now. pretty soon, they’re gonna tear up with room too so we need to go. i promise i’ll explain this all later, just let me get you somewhere safe. nod if you understand.”
you nodded as more tears rolled down your cheeks. he crawled from under the table first, checking to make sure no one was around. once he was sure it was clear, he held his hand for you to take and you followed him from under the table.
you looked around anxiously. your flowers were disarranged and ruined, the glass of the vase shattered everywhere as water began to drip onto the floor. standing there witnessing the mess on the table, you felt like you were just waiting to die. you never thought it would be possible, but you didn’t feel safe in toms house anymore.
tom stealthily lead you both to the garage door. he opened it, but it was abruptly kicked shut by one of the men. tom quickly turned toward him, and they were both aiming their guns at the others head. he was much taller and burlier than tom. the man chuckled darkly as he cocked his gun. “you didn’t think you’d get away so quickly, did you?”
“well, for a second there, yeah.” tom shrugged, his gaze never lingering.
“stop fucking around, holland. we’ve got shit to discuss, you’re coming with us whether you want to or not.” he growled.
“you could’ve rung the doorbell.”
“that your girlfriend?” the man’s gaze shifted to you, his eyes running over your body as a disgusting ring fell on his lips. “y/n, isn’t it? she’s even sexier in person. such a shame you won’t be able to spend the rest of your lives together.”
he aimed the gun towards you now, but tom shot the man’s hand before he could even fire off his gun. you shrieked as the gun went off, alerting the others upstairs. the man was now sobbing on the floor, a stream of curses falling from his mouth.
tom yanked the door open and you both made a beeline toward the car. he hardly waited for the garage to fully open before he took off, speeding right out of the neighborhood.
he sighed and rubbed his head and looked over to you. you were in a complete state of panic. your entire body was trembling has you held yourself. tears were still running down your cheeks, your mascara with them.
“are you alright?” he asked you softly.
“take a guess.” you spat. “you just shot someone, tom! he’s probably going to die now, you just killed someone!”
“i would never kill anyone in front of you.”
“not in front of me? really? do you even hear the words coming out of your mouth?” you screamed.
“y/n, calm down. he’s not gonna die, i just shot his hand. the worst he’ll get is a lousy jerk off.”
“that’s not funny. and that doesn’t make me feel any better. you still shot someone.”
“what did you expect me to do, y/n? he was going to shoot you if i didn’t shoot him first. if you thought i was just gonna sit back and relax, you’re out of your fucking mind.” he snapped.
none of this was making sense. you had your heart set on a lovely dinner date with your boyfriend and possibly getting engaged, with mind blowing celebratory sex afterwards. definitely not this. you don’t even know the man beside you, all of a sudden. he was entirely unrecognizable from the man you were just having dinner with.
“what do you do for your job, tom?” you asked quietly.
his grip on the wheel tightened and he clenched his jaw, holding his silence.
“answer me.” you pressed.
“i’m the leader of a mob.” he didn’t look at you when he said it. he didn’t want to see your reaction. but he knew it was bad when you fell quiet. “i didn’t want you to find out this way. i was going to tell you, i swear.”
the leader of a fucking mob? you were dating a crime boss? these are things mentioned on the first date, right? who knows what kinds of shady shit he’s into. it didn’t sit right with you at all.
“where are you taking me.” you mumbled.
“somewhere safe. i’ll get you cleaned up, and you can get some rest.”
absolutely not. ‘somewhere safe’ was not convincing enough for you. as much as it hurt, you just wanted to get away from tom. “stop the car.” you spoke up.
“what?”
“stop the car, right fucking now.” you raised your voice.
tom obeyed, and watched as you frantically left the car and began walking along the side of the road. he sighed, rolling the window down and pulled up beside you. “y/n, what are you doing? we don’t have time for this. they’ll be on our asses any second now.”
“i’m getting the fuck away from you. i don’t want to be near you right now, i’m sure you can understand that.”
you words cut deep, but he understood you were just shaken up. “you have no where to go, y/n. some of them are most likely still in the neighborhood, you can’t go home.”
your stride faltered as his words hit you like a ton of bricks. you can’t go home. if not, where the hell could you go? you were too stubborn to get back in though. you didn’t have any money on you, but maybe you could make it to your parents if you kept walking. which would be a 25 mile walk.
“you heard him say your name, y/n. they’ve clearly done their research. they know you, whether you like it or not. they know your friends your family, their address. you’re not safe anywhere right now. if you come with me, i’ll keep you safe. you know that.”
you exhaled as you stopped walking. you hated how he was right. seeing as you had no other choice, you grumpily got back in the car, keeping your back faced towards him. he continued driving, and silence consumed the car.
you thought about twix suddenly, and a wave of dread ran through your veins. “do you think twix is okay?” you asked hopefully.
tom didn’t want to worsen your worried state, so he lied. “uh, she should be fine. probably took off when the first few shots hit.” he nodded.
you sighed a breath of relief, and tried to think about anything other than the events of the night, which proved impossible for the rest of the ride.
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it was well after 12 am once you arrived “somewhere safe”. your eyes lit up as you marveled at the enormous estate. once the gate opened, the car climbed the hill of a driveway before parking in front of the found fountain. lights shone through some of the floor to ceiling windows, giving you a glimpse of the beauty inside.
so the expensive gifts were just a tiny peak of his wealth.
tom noticed your reaction and smiled. he was relieved to see your face again. “it’s bigger on the inside, just wait.”
you watched as tom hopped out of the car, and you questioned how okay he was being right now. but you figured since he’s been doing this for god know how long, it probably doesn’t bother him as much. lucky bastard.
he opened your door for you and “come on then, let’s get you inside.”
you followed tom into the house, taking in the extravagance of the inside. the spacious loft area was well lit due to the gorgeous crystal chandelier hanging above. you could see your own reflection in the glossy hardwood floors. just when you thought it couldn’t get any more beautiful.
“this is all you?” you asked, still stunned by the house’s beauty.
“mostly me,” he nodded. “you like it?”
“that’s one way to put it.” you took note of the random people who went up and down the stairs every few minutes or so, and others who were chatting in the sitting area. “and you just let people walk around the house, at all hours of the night?” you frowned.
“well, this isn’t the ‘home’ part of the house, if that makes sense. the more homey part is in the west wing. come, i’ll show you.”
“i’m sorry, the west wing? what is this, bruce manor? how big is this place?”
suddenly, someone called out to tom, their footsteps hurriedly approaching. it was a blond haired boy, about the same age as tom.
“tom, mate,” he said, clearly winded from the run. “i just got word that your back. i wish you would’ve called back up or some shit instead of running.”
“i had something important to keep safe,” tom stated, gesturing towards you. “harrison, this is y/n.”
you looked at harrison and gave him a subtle smile.
“ah, y/n. i’ve heard your name being moaned in the wee hours of the night before. it’s no wonder, though.” his eyes trailed up your body and he licked his lips, making your stomach turn.
“hey, control yourself. she’s been through enough shit tonight.” tom warned.
“yeah, no kidding.” harrison eyes were trained on your bloody knees, and you winced when you saw how your blood was beginning to trickle down your legs. you blamed adrenaline for why you couldn’t feel it before. now that attention was brought to it, it was starting to sting.
“oh darling,” tom gasped. “that looks bad.”
“man, even in the midst of almost being murdered, you’re both still at it like horn dogs.” harrison chuckled.
“tom, slap him before i do.”
“oh my god. i’m gonna go get her patched up. i’ll meet you in my office afterwards.”
“i don’t like him.” you muttered after harrison walked away.
“it took me a while too.”
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after tom treated your wounds, he left you some of his older clothes for you to change into. you snuggled into his large comfy bed, and he sat on the edge of the bed.
“i’m sorry i don’t have anything cozier for you to sleep in. i don’t have… woman clothes.” he shrugged.
“don’t be sorry, it’s a comfort to me.”
“right,” he chuckled. “can i get you anything before i go?”
“just some space…” you said, avoiding his eyes.
“..space?”
the crack in his voice tugged at your heart strings, but you continued. “yes, tom. i meant what i said earlier. i can’t be around you right now. not until i can’t clear my head, okay? i still haven’t even processed the last 3 hours of the day.”
tom understand completely, but that didn’t mean he liked it. after today, he just wanted to hold you and fall asleep with you under the warm covers. he wanted to kiss you softly as you fell asleep, hear the soft whistle of your nose as you rested. but he won’t be getting any of that tonight. it hurt him to hear you say how you, the love of his life, didn’t want to be around him.
“alright. yeah, i understand. tonight was hectic. take as long as you need, sweetheart.” he leaned over to kiss your temple. “goodnight.”
he hit the light switch before he left and shut the door, leaving you to question what the fuck happened in the course of 4 hours. you were back to questioning if you were safe with tom. there was no doubt that your life was in good hands since, apparently, he’s good with a gun. but what if those people came back? you recalled how they were searching for you as well. what would happen if they found you? what would they do with you? what if tom couldn’t save you this time? the thought alone sent chills down your spine.
you were feeling too much all at once. hurt because tom lied to you and terrified for your life. confused, because you weren’t sure who you were dating anymore. it was funny how you were so ready to get tied down to him, and now you were second guessing that.
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The designs and info of isa’s family!!
Firstly Isabela! The mother of Camilo, Antonio and Dolores!! Her life is pretty rough, she was 6 when her father was taken away from her, while witnessing everything. She had a shitty ass husband who made her family’s life a miserable, the only reason she even married him was because of Alma, and arranged marriage. She divorced him 2 years ago and now she’s happily single. Alma still pressures her in this au too but since the divorce Alma has become much more softer and lowered her standards. Before she had Dolores though she had 2 miscarriages because of her husband!
Isabela was a crazy teenager, she also had a normal sistly relationship with mirabel, sometimes she was maybe mean but she knows mirabel knew she didn’t mean it, at least she thinks that. Her life changed when mirabel disappeared, not having mirabel in her wedding or when she had her kids was the worst. Since then she made sure her family was happy so they wouldn’t wanna leave like mirabel too.
It’s true that Isabela is a protective mother and maybe strict (like asian moms) but she’s the most caring person at the same time. You would never catch her be mean to Dolores or any other little kid. She has a nickname for every family member and a flower too!
Camilo is the eldest grandkid, being more than 5 years older than the others is hard for him, he constantly needs to “be a good influence”. Instead he is the most unserious grandkid, but the funniest! Alma tried to get him arranged with many girls but he passed them since he got eyes for an other person ;) He also had a pretty rough childhood because of his father, he abused him often without Isabela knowing and he was a pretty bad trouble kid. He had a close bond with his Tia mirabel though! Many called them “the age gap twins!” Isabela never complained. Camilo is a smoker, not a badly one just the one who smokes time to time, he got the addiction from his father :\ Camilo is 100% a mama’s boy.
He is a hardworking boy, charming and caring. Yet also trouble some and annoying too, he loves it to annoy his younger siblings or cousins, which they all hate from him besides Pepa. Him and Pepa have special bond, it often reminds him of the bond of him and mirabel, he and pepa often do pranks on others together or are just being besties together. He does have a lot going on which he hates, he is called “the one who never cares” often even though it is just hard for him.
Antonio!! He is as tall as canon mirabel in this au, and a bit chubby!! Antonio is a very shy kid and barely doesn’t have any friends, besides his idiotic trio friends, Juancho-Cecilia-Alejandra! The best four group you would see in town, he loves them very much as friends. Like Camilo, Antonio has a got a bd childhood, experiencing the same abuse as Camilo got. That hit his social life a lot and has made him isolated too, his friends and family kept him up the bad weather, which he is thankful for. He got a scar at his lip because when he was very little, he was playing with a Jaguar cup and the mother jaguar approached him and attacked him, just luckily hurting his lip before Diego saved him. (That jaguar turned out to be parces mother!) he’s still pretty childish in this au which makes him adorable, Alma tries to make him get more friends or more popular but he refuses often.
He’s a deliver boy! His main chore is delivering stuff around the down, he doesn’t like it very much but it’s just what he’s got to do, he thinks his gift could be much more useful but no one will listen to him. He’s the second eldest in the family and he quiet does act like a good influence, if it wasn’t for Julieta, Julieta is confirmed to be the best one out of the grandkids. (Well by Alma to say the least.) that doesn’t stop him from still having an good relationship with her.
Dolores is also a shy kid, shy enough for her to get nervous with her family too! She’s a free child who likes music and drawing a lot. Dolores is left unattended often since she’s quiet mature her age but she doesn’t like it to be alone. Her gift ceremony was a half month ago and it’s her nightmare, Dolores hates her gift but in the other side likes it slightly too. It has its own purpose. She didn’t have a too much bad childhood like Antonio and Camilo but unlike them she was a huge daddy’s girl. If he would’ve pushed her away or screamed at her she would still come back because she actually truly loved her dad no matter what but one day when she was 3 he randomly came to her and broke her leg (the reason Isabela divorced him) which broke her heart and now that he’s gone she is heart broken often, but she has grown more attached to antonio and isabela, if you would try and find her just go to either one of them and she’s there with them!
Later on she will meet someone called “senorita maripose” who she will talk to everyday is secret. For her senorita mariposa is a goddess guard guiding her home, like in a fairy tale (at least that’s what she got told by the woman.) Dolores doesn’t have any friends besides her best friend Mariano! She gets to see him very often and she loves him more than anything (not in a love way, they’re still kids!) they do make trouble often together and he’s the one only one who knows about senorita mariposa.
Ivan….yea…don’t got to say much about him. He is not a great guy since he grew up in a weird family. He got arrested 7 years in prison for child abuse and after Isabela found out what he had done everything she destroyed him. But at least he deserved it. He did pretty bad stuff.
Any thoughts on isa’s family? ;)
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En Dessous de la Lune Qui Chante
summary - Getting married was supposed to be the best day of your life, the day you promised to spend forever with the person you loved. Though you knew very little about love, you’d always been excited for it, playing dress up with your sisters and dreaming of the day you would know love like the back of your hand. Now you were finally getting married and you knew two things for certain: you knew nothing of love and Bradley Bradshaw did not love you.
warnings - arranged marriage au, heavily inspired by Greta Gerwig’s Little Women because that movie has a choke hold on me, angst, Bradley is literally so mean, gender stereotypes, somewhat toxic family, brief mentions of blood, brief mention of drinking
word count - 3.7k
genuinely don’t know where this came from, I just started writing it and then bam. I’m splitting it into parts now because I have a feeling it’s going to be way too long lol (also I know I have a problem with starting series but I promise I’ll finish them)
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There was something so entirely haunting about love.
Maybe it was the weight put into a simple word consisting of two vowels and two consonants. Maybe it was the way people seemed to chase it so swiftly, as if nothing else could possibly matter. Maybe it was merely the fact that love was nothing more than a concept— a reaction of chemicals, a guess of a feeling.
You didn’t know much about love, on rare occasions you questioned its very existence. But you knew enough to know that, whatever it was, no one had ever felt that way about you.
A thought that would have been far less damaging had there not been a shiny engagement ring weighing down your ring finger.
As a little girl, you used to dream of your wedding day like an intricate mosaic. You imagined chairs lined with wild flowers, twinkling fairy lights woven throughout the room, soft pastels against cream whites. You’d find your mother’s old cotton curtains, wrapping them around yourself like a pastry and prancing around the attic with bare feet you imagined in elegant glass slippers— you’d just read Cinderella.
Your sisters would laugh at you, before wrapping themselves in their own curtains, or one of your father’s old suits, in Charlie’s case. Rosaline was the flower girl, Margo gave you away, Edith was your maid of honor, and Charlie was the officiant. You’d walk down the imaginary aisle of your attic, Margo and Edith would pretend to cry, Rosaline would pout that her role in the wedding was over, and Charlie would marry you to an imaginary man who you knew loved you very much.
“When’s it my turn to get married?” Rosaline would complain, looking wistfully at the white curtain you’d now folded up.
“When you stop believing that the most important part of your wedding is the cake,” Margo responded, gently disentangling the braids she’d put in your hair.
You and Edith erupted into giggles and Charlie looked equally as amused as Rosaline let out a cry of protest.
“But it is! Oh, I do hope mine is covered in buttercream.”
Now, sitting in your sage green dress, smiling politely at the guests attending your engagement party, you wished more than anything to be back in your attic wrapped up in your mother’s white, cotton curtains.
“Why so sad, dear sister of mine?” Edith plopped not so elegantly in the chair next to you, resting her head on your shoulder as you both watched the mingling guests. Though her words were meant to be light with teasing, they were quite heavy instead, falling like led as she reached for your hand.
You let out a quiet sigh, knowing that if you said the wrong thing there was a good chance you’d start crying. “I’m not sad. Just saying goodbye, I suppose.”
“To the freedom of womanhood?”
You offered Edith a smile. “To my dream wedding.”
“Don’t say that,” Edith chastised softly, squeezing your hand. “The wedding hasn’t even happened yet and the Mitchells have been kind enough to cover every expense.”
You sent her another smile — much sadder this time — eyes glassing over in the very way you were afraid of. “I’m marrying a man who does not love me, Edith. I’d trade in all of the Mitchells’ jewels and silks and just wear mother’s old curtains if it meant I could marry a man that loved me.”
Edith lifted a finger, wiping softly under your lash line, looking at you resolutely. “Any man who doesn’t love you is foolish. And if Bradley really is that much of a fool, I will whisk you away from him myself.”
You giggled softly. “Don’t tell Rosaline, but I picked a buttercream cake.”
“Married and a buttercream wedding cake?” Edith let out a dramatic gasp, joining your giggles. “Oh, she’ll die of jealousy.”
Pressing a finger to your lips, you looked around the venue for your other sister.
Unsurprisingly, Rosaline was nodding along excitedly to the words of one of Bradley’s friends. At least, you thought he was one of Bradley’s friends. Bradley had never introduced you— to do that would require acknowledging your existence. You’d seen him come up to Bradley though, congratulate him, and you certainly didn’t know him, so you felt safe in assuming his connection to your fiancé.
Fiancé. What a strange, strange word.
“Come,” Edith patted your thigh, pulling you out of your reverie. “We should mingle before mother gets upset.”
You pursed your lips. “Must we? I’d rather just stay here with you forever.”
Edith placed a kiss on your temple. “I want to get a fruit tart before Edwin eats them all.”
Letting out a soft breath, you followed your sister to the table that refreshments had been set up on, training your face to stay happy and poised. You were getting married, after all. To Bradley Bradshaw. A man who did not love you.
You quickly shot back a flute of champagne.
“You must be the future bride,” a voice spoke from behind you and you had to physically stop your shoulders from sagging. “Forgive me for not congratulating you sooner.”
Turning around, you were met with a tall, tanned blond smiling at you politely. You recognized him almost instantly, having been one of the men that Rosaline had been excitedly listening to— one of Bradley’s friends.
He held his hand out. “I’m Jacob, but you can call me Jake. And you must be Charlotte.”
You stiffened, clearing your throat uncomfortably. “Ah, no, that’s my sister.”
“Oh,” his eyes widened as you told him your own name. “I’m sorry, I thought—”
“It’s fine,” you cut him off more harshly than intended. “I’m sure we look alike.”
Jake nodded slowly even though you both knew that was not the reason he mistook you for your sister. “Well, I will never again make the mistake of misplacing someone as beautiful as yourself.”
You only smiled politely.
“I hate this,” Charlie wrinkled her nose in disgust, yanking at the frilly sleeves of her dress. “How much longer until I can take this thing off of me?”
Your mother clucked her tongue, a warning sound that always meant you and your sisters were becoming too comfortable in a room. “Behave, Charlotte.”
Charlie slumped back in her chair with a huff, but stayed silent. She didn’t even argue when your mother called her “Charlotte”. The six of you were sitting quietly in a row of uncomfortable chairs, watching the officiant set himself up in the front of the church as you all waited for the wedding to start.
Your mother had put all of you in dresses — “Everyone knows weddings are for other people to get married” — and you’d gotten one with the heaviest overskirt you’d ever had the displeasure of wearing. You were certain your thighs were probably slippery with sweat. Charlie had gotten off fairly easy — even your mother knew her limits — but the dress was fuchsia pink, a color much too eye-catching for Charlie’s taste.
You didn’t entirely understand the fuss either, you only knew the bride and groom because your mother told you that you knew them. Apparently you were distantly related to the bride— a third cousin twice removed or something. Still, you went without complaint, because that’s what your mother expected of you, and, when you did that, the weddings usually weren’t terrible.
This one didn’t have any wild flowers or twinkling fairy lights, but you were excited to see the dress of the bride and the face of the groom when he finally saw her take those steps down the aisle. You knew Rosaline was still holding out hope about the cake— you’d try to sneak her half of yours because she didn’t make a fuss when your mother gave Margo a prettier dress than her.
“Weddings are stupid,” Charlie grumbled quietly. “I’m never going to get married.”
“You’re all getting married,” your mother snipped, not letting your sister’s words hang in the air for even a second. “And you will as soon as Margo does.”
Charlie opened her mouth to protest, but you squeezed her hand.
“When you get married, I’ll sneak you one of father’s suits,” you whispered in her ear. “Imagine how livid mother will be to see you walk down the aisle in a suit.”
Charlie had to cover her mouth with her hand to stop her laughter.
You bit your lip softly, your own reflection taunting you in the mirror. A white dress wrapped around your body, far more expensive and beautiful than your mother’s old curtains. It almost felt too beautiful— like you weren’t worthy of wearing it. Like it wasn’t yours, that Penny Mitchell had helped you pick it out by accident, mistaking you for someone else. Mistaking you for Charlie.
You closed your eyes, releasing your bottom lip from your teeth before you made it bleed.
Maybe this dress wasn’t meant for you, but you were the one wearing it. You were the one making sacrifices. You were the one attempting not to cry because, try as you might, you couldn’t feel beautiful in your own wedding dress. The mirror still mocked you when you opened your eyes.
Perhaps if you were taller, Charlie had always been taller than you. She had this way of standing that made her seem like an explorer coming back from a daring adventure, hands animated and eyes alight as she told you stories of her tales. You tried to emulate it— straightening your back, bending one knee slightly. It looked stupid in a wedding dress and you supposed that’s where you and Charlie differed. She would never wear a wedding dress.
There was a knock on your door. “Can I come in?”
You nodded, eyes locked on your reflection, before realizing the person behind the door couldn’t see you. “Yes.”
Margo stepped in slowly, looking at you with a gasp. “You look beautiful.”
You matched her expression, nearly tripping over yourself to give her a hug. “You came.”
“Of course, I came,” she stroked your hair lovingly. “I wouldn’t miss my little sister’s wedding for the world.”
You hid your face in the crook of her neck, trying not to ruin your makeup.
“I hate this,” you whispered.
Margo hugged you tighter. “I know.”
“Do you know if—” You lifted your head. “Is she here?”
Margo pursed her lips sadly. “She sent me a letter that she wouldn’t be attending. She couldn’t face him, not after everything. She told me to tell you ‘thank you’.”
You sucked in a breath, unsure how to feel. “Why did it have to be me?”
Margo smoothed some of the hair at your hairline. “Because you’re the best of us.”
“I don’t want to be,” you laughed sadly, before clearing the air with a sniff. “But how are you? How’s Thomas?”
“We’re lovely,” Margo smiled and you could tell she meant it. It made you feel better, to know she was loved in a way you probably wouldn’t be. “So don’t fret about us. How are Edith and Rosaline?”
You laughed. “They’re well. I think the only person truly excited about this is Rosaline, she’s been trying to get quite chummy with Bradley’s friends now that she is one step closer to getting engaged.”
Margo raised her brows with a smile. “Are they entertaining it?”
“Not in the slightest,” you giggled. “I don’t even think they realize what she’s doing.”
“Oh Rosie,” Margo sighed teasingly. “And what of Edith and Robert?”
“She’s not spoken of him much. He’s at the academy and I think she misses him,” you frowned softly. “But he’s set to come back soon and the Floyd’s are wealthy enough that I don’t think mother or father will have a problem with their engagement.”
“And how do you feel?” Margo looked at you knowingly.
“Happy,” your smile was strained. “I wouldn’t want any of you to go through this as well.”
“That’s not fair to you—”
“Well, someone has to,” you snapped, stopping yourself with a breath. “Someone has to and it isn’t going to be Charlie.”
Margo pulled you into another tight hug. “I’d give you away if I could, so imagine I’m doing it now.”
You swallowed thickly, vision beginning to blur. “I wish she’d have come.”
“I don’t think she realizes just how much you’re sacrificing for her,” Margo explained. “How much both of you are sacrificing for her.”
“I don’t want to be angry with her,” you whispered. “But she’s making it so hard not to be.”
“I know,” Margo pulled away slowly at the sound of another knock on your door — your father, it was time — wiping gently at your eyes. “And that’s why you’re the best of us.”
Your left hand felt heavier than it had since you’d received Bradley’s engagement ring. Now, tucked under it, was a thin, silver band, identical to the one on Bradley’s own finger. He was sitting next to you, eyes taking in the crowd, back taught as though the mere idea of being in your company was bringing him displeasure. You supposed you couldn’t fault him for that.
With a sigh, you rolled a baby carrot around with your fork. You could hear your mother chastising you— “You’re far too old to be playing with your food!”. But you were only a bride once and you should be allowed to do whatever you wanted today. Even if it was staring miserably at your garden salad.
“Is something the matter, Mrs. Bradshaw?” Bradley’s gruff voice surprised you when he addressed you suddenly. Though he still refused to look at you.
You pursed your lips. “You know my name.”
Bradley looked at you then, just for a moment, before turning back to your dancing guests. “People are going to think your unhappy if you keep looking like that, Mrs. Bradshaw.”
He stressed the title as if to make it very clear to you: you may now be his wife, but you would never be his wife.
You swallowed, forcing a smile. “My apologies, I never meant to give off that impression.”
Bradley only nodded absentmindedly and, though he wasn’t even looking at you, you could tell you’d surprised him a bit. Perhaps he expected you to fight with him. It’s what Charlie would have done.
“Excuse me,” and then Edith was in front of you like a shining lighthouse, guiding you out of the dark with a polite, forced smile to you husband. “Do you mind if I steal her away for a dance?”
Bradley shook his head. “Be my guest.”
“Perhaps you should have married him,” you tried to joke when the two of you made it to the dance floor. “He seems to like you more than me.”
Edith didn’t even grant you a laugh, instead looking at you with eyes poorly masking pity. “I love you so much. Do you know that?”
“Edith—”
“And when Robert comes back, we’ll be married and I’ll come take you away and you can live with us and I’ll get you all the art supplies money can buy and you’ll never be sad again—”
“Edith.” You interrupted her firmly. “It’s okay.”
“But it’s not!” She insisted, trying to keep her voice quiet. “He’s so cold. He wasn’t like that with—”
Your face fell and she cut herself off.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” you shook your head. “You’re right. But that doesn’t change the fact that we’re married now and he is my husband. It was either you or me and I would never force this choice on you.”
Edith grumbled, twirling you slowly. “It should have been Charlie.”
You cast a glance at your husband, who was conversing lightly with Pete Mitchell, his face stoic. “But she didn’t love him, not like he loved her. I could never do that to him either.”
You sucked in a breath.
“Now then, let’s speak of something else before I cry on my wedding day.”
The music livened and Edith’s twirls became faster and faster. Before you knew it, Margo and Rosaline had joined the two of you and it was almost like when you were kids— playing make believe in the attic, wrapped up in curtains, and grinning so wide it hurt your cheeks. For a moment, they were all that mattered. For a moment, you could forget that your dream wedding would remain just that, make believe.
You’d moved into the Bradshaw estate almost immediately, nearly holding back tears as you said goodbye to Edith and Rosaline. Edith promised to visit you often, something Bradley didn’t seem to mind when he heard it and it gave you some hope— he wasn’t heartless. Your mother and father gave you a cordial goodbye, you didn’t expect much more from them.
You knew they were grateful— had it not been for you, their arrangement with the Mitchells would have fallen through entirely. But you also knew that they expected this of you, to pick up where your sister lacked, they didn’t care that all you had ever wanted was love. Charlie had made her choice and you were suffering the consequences.
It took only a breath after your family departed for Bradley to turn to you, eyes practically stone. You watched him anxiously, hands still gripping one of your bags of luggage.
“You will move your things up to the master bedroom,” Bradley commanded you and you had to stop yourself from reacting in surprise. “Pete is telling me I have to give this an honest effort and I have no doubt he’s planning on questioning the staff to ensure I keep to my word. We will sleep in the same bed and be seen at the same events, but that is the extent of our marriage.”
Bradley Bradshaw was many things, patient was not one of them. He’d become accustomed to getting what he wanted, when he wanted, the way he wanted. And when he surrounded himself with only his most trusted friends, like Reuben and Mickey who could read and translate even the smallest twitch in his expression, he also got used to getting those things with very little communication. So when he wanted you to pick up your luggage, find something to entertain yourself that didn’t involve him, and, for the love of god, stop looking at him like that, and you just stood frozen and wide eyed in his grand entryway, his lips pursed in increased agitation.
He cleared his throat, the noise causing your eyes to jump up to his gaze, and your grip fumbled on your bag. The whole thing slid out of your grip, opening on its impact to the ground and you gathered your skirts quickly, moving to repack everything.
“I’m sorry—”
He waved it off with one hand, effectively shutting you up. An apology was not what he wanted from you and it was bothering him that you couldn’t understand that.
In the back of his mind, he could hear his mother chastising him. Warm, loving Carol Bradshaw clicking her tongue at him with a shake of her head. “Nobody’s a mind reader, Bradley. You’ve got a voice box. Use it.” Bradley would argue that Reuben, Mickey, and Natasha could read his mind just fine, but he knew better than to challenge the authority of his mother— her tangibility be damned.
He let out a heavy sigh, which, again, made you flinch slightly. “Do you want to unpack your things?”
“Of course,” you relatched your bag, standing up with a much firmer grip on it, moving to follow where some of the staff was taking the rest of your luggage.
You made it up three stairs before you stopped yourself.
“Bradley?” You asked softly, as if still debating your request.
Charlie would never do that. She always knew what she wanted and was confident enough to believe she deserved it.
“Yes?” He replied, boredly.
“If it’s not too much trouble,” you looked out one of the widows. “I’d love an easel.”
Bradley pursed his lips, unsure what about your request bothered him so much. If it gave you something to do, it would be easier to avoid you.
“I’ll have one set up for you.”
The charcoal felt malleable between your fingers. You knew it wasn’t— that, if you tried to shape it, it would just crumble onto the paper on your lap. But as it sat between your thumb and your first and second fingers, it did feel like you could make anything you wanted with it. You brought it down to the paper unsurely. The patchy black was permanent, inerasable, and you didn’t want to ruin the only page you’d brought to sketch on because you’d started drawing without a plan.
“Bradshaw!”
Charlie’s shriek sounded down the beach, causing you to look up in mild surprise. Your sister was standing in the ocean, water up to her ankles, looking at Bradley Bradshaw with what seemed to be playful offense.
“Miss Simpson,” you raised your eyebrows because Charlie never let anyone call her “Miss Simpson” — “It makes people believe that I wish to be married, that I dream of being a Mrs. Someone else. I don’t.” — but, in this instance she didn’t seem to mind at all. “You’ve wounded me.”
Bradley dropped to his knees, not seeming to mind the ocean water wetting his pants. “Are we not cordial? Nay, are we not friends? Why must you speak to me like we are unacquainted?”
Charlie scoffed. “You splashed me, Mr. Bradshaw. A criminal offense if I’ve ever seen one.”
“‘Mr. Bradshaw’?” Bradley threw a hand over his heart dramatically. “Oh, forgive me, Charlie Simpson! Forgive me, forgive me— and I swear to never make you unhappy again.”
“You’re ridiculous,” Charlie shook her head with a laugh, pulling the lamenting boy up from his knees. “Utterly ridiculous.”
You watched them for a moment longer, eyes softening as they continued to splash in the water. Hesitantly, you pressed the charcoal down on your page, following the angles and divots of Bradley’s face. You drew his smile lines, that endearing gleam in his eye. You traced the bridge of his nose and each of his curls, trying to capture how he played in the ocean with your sister like a joyful cherub. When you were done, you set the charcoal down, taking in your sketch with a small frown.
You didn’t get his smile right.
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cw: sexual content but no overt smut. about a wedding. crack and selfshippy. similar to a prior fic, this is written in third person with A - Izuku's partner, B - Bakugou's partner, C - Shoto's partner.
"Who stopped the music?" B asks, wincing as the makeup artist applies the last bit of powder on her face and it threatens to get into her eyes. A turns to glance at her, then at the laptop in the corner, having forgotten music was even on, she was focusing so intently at the job being done on the bride.
"Oh shit, C, can you get that?"
C moves away from arranging flower bouquets for the bridesmaids to the laptop.
"Uh... I Write Sins Not Tragedies is next on this playlist somehow?" she asks, raising her eyebrows. "Sounds like a bad choice given the circumstances..."
"Who the f..." A's voice trails off, then she grins, a twinkle in her eye.
"Do Pony."
"Don't!" B insists, almost moving out of her chair which has A giggling while the makeup artist frowns and retraces her eyeliner.
"Wait, I don't get it..." Mina says while B's cousin tilts her head, trying to understand.
"I promise you, it's a good thing you're unaware." A jokes, while B makes a sound of frustration. C goes back to flower arranging while the girls settle on the next song and the music resumes.
Finishing touches are completed on the bride-to-be's makeup and when she turns, the four bridesmaids all clap and congratulate the artist, who's about sick of all of their antics but still very proud of their work.
"You did an amazing job!" A insists, while B gives them a hug and promises only good reviews.
"I'll definitely call you if I get married!" C says as she waves her off.
"If?" A says raising an eyebrow and C blushes, then looks away.
"I'm the only one getting married today though, so let's focus on me," B reminds everyone and the girls all agree. Mina pops open another bottle of champagne and gives everyone a generous helping while the girls keep chatting and complimenting B's look.
She looks incredible in a cream tulle wedding dress with a lace bodice and short sleeves, and her bridesmaids are gathered around the suite in matching shades of emerald green. A takes a few pictures between sips of her champagne while C makes sure to pass around the customized flower bouquets. B's cousin adjusts the bottom of her dress, and the girls engage in mindless chatter to make sure B's nerves are calm.
After all this is her wedding day, and when you're marrying Japan's self-proclaimed Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, there is a little bit of excitement to expect.
---
At the other end of a hall, there are three handsome groomsmen and one very, very agitated (also handsome) groom packed in a room, waiting for the ceremony to start.
Katsuki is pacing back and forth, hands shoved in the pockets of an insanely expensive suit and Kirishima has been trying to talk him into calm for the past five minutes, while Izuku just watches him stomp from one end of the room to the other and Shoto cracks open yet another beer. It's his fourth can and still his face is too neutral for Izuku to figure out whether or not he's drunk.
"Chill out man, you literally just have to show up, everything is fine and going smoothly!" Kirishima encourages him, trying to place a hand on his shoulder which has Katsuki tense up and turn.
But he doesn't yell.
Instead he takes a deep breath, and rubs his temples, before pulling a sheet of paper out of his pocket.
"Are those your vows?" Izuku asks, curiously.
Katsuki resists the urge to tell him to shut up.
"No, this is a list of rules before any of you act a fool at my wedding."
Shoto tilts his head and Izuku is again, wondering if the man is drunk.
"Rules?" Kirishima asks.
"Yes."
Katsuki opens up the sheet of paper, but his hands are trembling ever so slightly.
"First rule, no messy behavior at my wedding." Katsuki takes a look at Shoto who has just gulped down the can he just opened, and is still wiping off his face with the back of his hand. "If I see you fall down anywhere, I'm whooping your ass in public."
Shoto blinks.
"Okay."
Kirishima and Izuku exchange a glance. Katsuki clears his throat.
"No fucking at my wedding. The only one who will be getting anything tonight is me." He pauses, then looks directly at Izuku. "That means you specifically."
"Bro, what?" Izuku asks, genuinely offended.
"Don't bro me. You know who you are."
Kirishima stifles a laugh as Shoto puts away his beer can and eyes another. Izuku murmurs something under his breath but Katsuki continues.
"When you see B, look the other way completely. I want you at opposite ends of the venue at all times."
Izuku gives him an exasperated look.
"We're literally entering together."
Kirishima laughs while Katsuki clenches his fist.
"Well after. You separate and you don't reconvene. I don't need any other hard dicks at my wedding."
"Are you implying you're gonna be hard?" Kirishima asks and Bakugou gives him a scowl.
"Never mind." Kirishima says. Shoto opens a bag of chips and Izuku gives him a look, wondering where in the world the bag came from, then goes back to protesting his slander.
"I just don't understand why you guys won't get over this notion that I can't keep it in my pants! It was one time!" he whines.
"You held up the bathroom in Denki's apartment for two hours." Shoto says through a mouthful of chips. "That's gonna give you a reputation."
Izuku opens his mouth then closes it but there's nothing to defend.
"No proposals during my wedding or I'll break your neck." Katsuki says next.
The four of them can agree on that.
"No kissing either," Bakugou says, looking directly at Shoto.
"I think that's a bit unreasonable-" he starts, but Mitsuki suddenly shows up at the entrance.
"What's unreasonable?" she says. Izuku freezes, unsure how much Katsuki's mom has heard, while Mitsuki, ever fashionable and dressed in the most gorgeous flowing pink dress makes her way to her son and plants a kiss on his cheek.
"You look amazing, honey!" She gives him a few more kisses which has Bakugou turn several shades of red before shooing her off.
"No kissing, huh?" Shoto says, the crunch as he bites into yet another chip especially loud.
---
"Fuck, I almost spilled," A gasps as she shakily catches her champagne glass. There's splatter on the ground, but nothing's touched her emerald dress. "Thank God these dresses are dark anyway."
"Careful!" C says without looking up from her phone. She's clearly texting Shoto, smiling all the while while Mina rushes to grab paper towels and hand them to A.
"I better get through this ceremony without messing up this dress." A grumbles.
B, still in her seat, kicks her feet in anticipation of the ceremony starting in just a few minutes, then the thought hits her.
"Oh, by the way, A, if you do end up doing what you and Izuku do, just make sure you swallow."
There is a record scratch in the air.
"... what?" A stammers.
Mina stifles a knowing laugh while B's cousin looks around the room with intense confusion.
"I mean it's a time to celebrate love and you're gonna look good and he's gonna look good so I'm just trying to be helpful!"
She speaks as normally as she's suggesting to put on sunscreen before sunbathing, and A's face is growing warm from her neck to her face.
"Why would I-... at your wedding... why me..." she trails off.
"Listen, it's not like it's the first or the last time," B says, her smile steady.
"IT WAS ONE TIME!"
"It was definitely not one time." C mumbles and Mina gives her a glance then drinks down the rest of her champagne.
"It was-" A starts but then she's mentally recounting all of the times she may have been caught with Izuku in a compromising position.
Momo's pool party, cockwarming him at the deep end. Supply closets. Bar bathrooms. Hero gala bathrooms. Denki's bathroom.
She opens her mouth and closes it. C giggles then comes over to pat her on the back.
"I believe in you. You can keep it in your pants."
Before A can answer, the wedding coordinator knocks.
"It's showtime!"
---
C and Shoto are the ones suspiciously missing from photos, after all.
“If those two don’t appear in the next ten seconds,” Katsuki is muttering murderously under his breath. B smiles and holds onto his arm tighter and the kiss pacifies him, just a little bit. The wedding photographer continues to coordinate the group for the photo, walking up to A and Izuku to shift their positioning.
“You guys are too close,” he says. Izuku takes one step back but shifts very slightly to the side. The photographer gives him a strange look but then steps back and says nothing.
“Izuku…” A whispers under her breath.
“Yes,” he whispers back.
“You’re hard, aren’t you?”
“You’ve been rubbing your ass against me for the past minute, what do you think?”
A shakes her head. “Katsuki’s gonna kill you.”
“I think he’s gonna get Shoto first.”
“... Fair.”
“Shut the fuck up back there!” Katsuki quips at them both, practically vibrating and B gives him a loving look.
The wedding photographer shakes his head at the whole group.
“Smile!”
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