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ghost-rattan · 8 months

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Hello!! 🪶 Anon here again XD. Sorry for the confusion I gave you in the last request, my English isn't really good 😅.

Can I req for headcannons about how Akutagawa, Chuuya, Fyodor, Nikolai and Dazai acts around a s/o who has a pet snake that just hangs out around their neck all the time? (Maybe the snake is the reader's ability and that's why it's always near the reader.)

Agh! This is interesting! And sorry I didn’t understand! Sorry it took so long! Im honestly terrified of snakes so it made this a bit hard but I hope you like it! really hope this makes sense It took me days to write!!!!

Reader with a snake ability

tw! mentions of the bible in Fyodors part sucide warning in dazais

Context: you control this animal that can become any creature you wish it to be but the default is a poisonous snake

Chuuya

He thinks it’s so bad ass!

Chuuya adores your snake!

Jokes that you have a little family your snake being your kid

Imagine you are both in the pm and your snake just leaves you to go find Chuuya

HE DEFINITELY TALKS TO IT!!

“Hey little buddy!”

“Take Care of them for me while I’m gone”

On that he loves the fact when he isn’t there he knows you are safe because he knows your lovely snake will keep you safe no matter what

He pats your snake like a dog?!?!

I think at first he was a little scared of your snake but then he just fell in love with it <3

Gets you snake jewellery all the time

So far your favourite are these earrings with silver snakes that have real diamonds for eyes

Akutagawa

Akutagawa is honestly a big fan off snakes so I think he loves your snake

OK BUT IMAGINE YOUR SNAKE AND RASHOMON PLAYING TOGETHER

On that! before you both started dating Rashomon and your snake would always play and you would have joked that you are both a married couple and that they where your kids (as a joke) but poor boy blushed so hard

So with both of you having such powerful abilities you often team up

He also like your snake because he also is worried about your safety and he likes knowing your snake will always protect you

He does get jealous when you give more attention to your snake

Akutagawa will allow your snake rest on his shoulder

Buys you little gifts with snakes on it because it reminds him of you and he is certain your favourite animal is snakes (even if its not)

He will give your snake little scratches under its chin

Honestly great snake dad

Fyodor

At first he hated it this is because the world was corrupted because of a snake

But he is the devil and now he has a pet snake

Even though it is your ability your snake always follow him

He doesn't often like you using your ability as he doesn't like you hurting others (he sees you as some one to pure to kill or hurt another person while he is a sinner)

he personally finds the way you interact with your ability (he finds it cute)

unlike the others he doesn't get you any thing to do with snakes but he does get him self a snake ring but thats really far into your relationship

He does have an area in his office for you and your snake

Fyodor would say you can control the devil him self as he would do any thing for you and you can control a snake which he thinks represents a devil

nikolai

HE LOVES YOUR SNAKE!

Nikolai has at least 100 nicknames for your snake

his favourite is silly slithering slimy buddy!

it is his son now he will kill for your snake

on a serious note he does like your ability but he also feels bad as the snake will never have pure freedom as it is an ability

BUT he does spoil it because its retaliated to you! His one true love!

Like aku and chuuya he likes that your ability can keep you safe if he isn't there!

He loves buying you snake related things or even him self some!

I head cannon that he would spoil his S/o but in this he would spoil you and your snake

Your snake sleeps on the bed with you both

has its own special pillow - nikolai's idea

dazai

"MY DEAR CAN YOUR SNAKE STRANGLE ME!"

Dazai loves watching you play with your snake

"this little guy is still better looking than chuuya!"

thinks you are so bad ass!

you are often teamed up together!

Kunikida is scared of your snake so Dazai often will steal your snake to annoy Kunikida

He finds it so interesting that you have a snake for an ability though

will ask you about your snake all the time

im sorry but he wont let your snake sleep in your room! He want's you all to him self!

he some how gets in fights with your snake for your attention!

#bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #chuuya x reader #bsd headcanons #bsd x reader #dazai x reader #fyodor #fyodor x reader #nikolai x reader #akutagawa x reader

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cinnamon-girl-writes · 1 month

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higuruma marriage headcanons ! . . .

by @cinnamon-girl-writes

higuruma x reader, fluff, nsfw under cut

first of all i looooovvveeee higuruma so much so i'm glad other people do and i'm not alone :')

i'm not gonna say much about dating pre-marriage

he definetly dates with the intent to get married. i can't see him as a player or someone who dates around just for fun

he'd take you on lots of dates; several a week

most of them are more modest locations like a coffee shop or the local markets, but on special occasions (birthdays, anniversaries) he books a reservation at a fancy restaurant

in a relationship and in his life i think he's very smart with money

he proposed at the spot where you met; a beautiful park in the city which was especially green this time of year

he definetly took you to get your nails done a few days beforehand and paid in full

he decided to splurge and get you a gorgeous wedding ring with a huge diamond

obviously this was well thought out and planned, and he decided that you're worth it and logically, you're going to be wearing this for the rest of your life so he wanted it to be high quality and something that you'd like

he'd definetly take into consideration whether you prefer gold or silver jewelry choose get a ring accordingly

he really just wants to have a simple wedding

mostly because he's not one for huge public displays of affection but also, going back to him being smart with money, he wants to save up for a honeymoon trip and investments like a house, furnishings, etc.

basically, he's a very logical person and doesn't see a lot of value in putting so much money into one day

that being said, he'd still make it as special and intimate for the two of you as possible with special gestures and a traditional ceremony

i can see the wedding happening in a church most likely

anyways, the honeymoon would be somewhere you've never traveled to so the two of you could experience a new place, like malaysia (iykyk), france, italy, greece, especially somewhere romantic

once y'all move in together, he'd be very adamant about holding up his end of the cleaning, cooking, maintenace, etc. even though he works a full time job. to him it's the only option; you both live there so you both do equal work to take care of the home

i see him as being a very clean and routinely person

he likes to have his morning routine before he goes to work every day: wake up next to the love of his life, sleep in for as many minutes as possible, then get up and shower, get dressed, have coffee and breakfast, and read the paper before he's on his way to work

speaking of breakfast, this man can cook. one of his favorite hobbies is cooking for you and having you be his personal taste tester

he likes to experiment with food from different cultures and other countries

sometimes date nighy with him is just him cooking a nice meal for the two of you and watching y'all's favorite movies

he loves true crime btw

also in his house this man has a huge library. like he has an office but he also has a room just dedicated to books

yea there's some law books but it's mostly miscellaneous things he found interesting: cooking books, fantasy novels, travel guides, etc.

what can i say, he'd be a perfect partner~

NSFW 🪐

higuruma is a g o d at eating pussy, i don't make the rules

that tongue can recite the law AND [redacted]

he also doesn't have a huge dick (y'all let's be realistic. why would you want that anyways) but this man knows how to use it

i'm thinking like 5 inches, above average girth and neatly trimmed hair but not completely gone. slight curve the the left

his favorite position is missionary 100%. this just makes so much sense to me

i know y'all are gonna say 'ass or tits' so i'll just go ahead and establish he's a tits man. yes this is the law

he has a praise kink. oh he's unfulfilled in his life and hates his job?? yea fs.

i know i said tits but this man also loves thighs. he wants to be suffocated between them

honestly 10/10 he's perfect

#higuruma x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen higuruma #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #higuruma hiromi #jjk higuruma

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j-jinxee · 14 days

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Could I request a fic with nijiro or chishiya where reader uses a sex toy or toys on him to make him beg. I love the idea of them being whiny.

MAKE ME LOSE —★

NSFW under the cut! ⊹ Chishiya x Reader

[warnings - nsfw, sex toys, begging, public(?), swearing]

A/N - tysm for the request!! hehe I loveee this :3 don't ask me how they got access to s€x toys and stuff in the borderland since there's no like, electronic devices kind of yk? Just go w it hehe —★

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Chishiya's poker face was one to admire. He had incredible control over his emotions showing, not cracking for anyone or anything. It interested you, his whole demeanour was something no one else at the beach even came close to. The beach influenced everyone to be incredibly care free, dropping their guards and just having a good time, but of course, not Chishiya. Chishiya still kept that same unamused yet intrigued look on his face, he was so peculiar.

Fast forward a few games, you and Chishiya got pretty close. He found you weren't annoying like most at the beach, the way you spoke didn't irritate him at all, plus it was fun having someone around who was actually a challenge. The games got pretty boring after a while, sure you'd get hurt sometimes, but they eventually all got so easy. So you and Chishiya would start placing bets just to spice it up a bit, betting who could get a higher score, who got hurt the least, who predicted which players would die, you know? It was your guys' way of attempting to enjoy the games.

However this type of bet came as a surprise.

"You're so full of it! You would not be able to keep it together!" You exclaimed to Chishiya.

"Trust me I could, it wouldn't be that hard."

"Alright then, let's bet on it." You said with a smile.

His face slightly dropped, you finally got to him. You know he wouldn't be able to keep it together, let alone survive a full game. He'd be too sensitive to focus, because you'd be watching from afar, in full control of a pretty little cock ring he's wearing, vibrations running through his core as he tries not to falter.

Fuck the idea was so hot, and it'd soon be a reality thanks to your betting games. You knew from a friend of a friend that the beach wasn't too far from an adult store, how convenient. Before the next game, you'd taken a little trekk to the store, sure it was creepy and abandoned like everything else in the city, but it still looked relatively clean. Making your "purchase" of the toy, you began your way back to the beach, Chishiya's next game was tonight, so he was just praying it wouldn't be anything in the spades category.

Much to his luck — it was a diamonds game. Fuck, he might actually win.

You two had discussed the "rules" earlier, you'd be in an undisclosed location somewhere near the game arena. You'd also have an ear piece in so you could hear all his pretty little noises, but he'd have to focus completely on the game, no communication was allowed on his end.

He'd win if his poker face stayed strong, basically if no one caught on or asked him about it. He also wasn't allowed to cum, poor baby. However, if you won — he'd have to keep it on all night, all the way back to the beach, in his own bed, everything.

It was some sort of numbers game (think like the king of diamonds except not that serious). There was a screen with numbers 0-100, and a math formula that went along with it. You honestly didn't pay much attention, you weren't playing and were just here to make sure Chishiya doesn't cheat. It was more than likely Chishiya knew where you were, he always knew somehow, and right now you may or may not have been pirched on top of the roof, looking in through the high windows. It was night, and you were in full black, no one else would've seen you.

You decided not to touch the remote at all during the first two rounds, hopefully making him feel the suspense. You doubt it would have any real effect on him, but it's fun to imagine.

"Your move Chishiya, what'll it be?" Another player asked.

His lips parted to begin speaking. vrrr vrrr

You smirked as you saw him hesitate, his mouth closing for a split second before going back to his sentence. You had it on the lowest setting, wouldn't want to ruin the fun immediately.

Your mind started to wander as the game went on, thinking back to all the other pretty toys you saw in the shop. Invasive thoughts clouded your mind, beginning to think about using all the other toys on Chishiya — binding his wrists to the headboard with those hand cuffs, watching hot wax run down his bare chest, fuck. You definitely had to go back.

Two players had already had their heads blown off, three remaining including Chishiya. Your thumb dragged along the buttons of the remote, surprising you with the fact it even worked from this distance. Shiya was beginning to get restless, adjusting his posture, looking around randomly, rubbing his eyes, just trying to feel anything else to take his mind off the pleasure, threatening to spill at any second.

"mm-mmh! shit-" he quietly panted, completely unable to focus. The other players shot him suspicious glances, wondering what was happening to him.

"You alright there?" Another player asked, his expression showing signs of disgust, has he caught on?

Chishiya's little whines did sound very suggestive, even if you were completely oblivious to the situation he was in.

"Hm? Oh- yeah, yeah I'm good" Liar.

As the game continued, Chishiya's moves were less and less calculated. If he didn't get it together, he could actually make a fatal mistake. You decided to give him a break, it was the second last round, and you slowly turned it all the day down to the lowest setting. You could see sweat start to form on his forehead, quickly being wiped away with his sleeve as he proceeded with his move.

Another player was executed, entering the last round. The inconsistent vibrations were starting to make him feel sick, he would've came twice by now if it wasn't for your bet. As he looked back at the screen, his hand went up to select "01" vrrr vrrrrrr

Spiking it up to the highest setting, what else did he expect for the last round? His hand clenched into a fist, his boxers completely soaked in pre, making all the small adjustments feel even better. He resumed selecting the last number, but for some reason changed his answer.

'Player Chishiya selected 00'

He glanced to the only remaining player, giving them a little wave. His expression was horrified, realising he had just lost, and this psycho was- waving him goodbye? Not a second passed before more blood was splattered on the walls, Chishiya had won. Fuck.

You made your way carefully down from the roof, not looking forward to seeing his smug 'I won' face again. You really thought this would break him, sure the other players were suspicious, but they didn't outright ask him about it, you'd lost. However, you were met with something you certainly didn't expect.

Chishiya was barely standing, leaning against the entrance of the game hall with his head angled upwards, bulge very prominent in his pants. Once he heard you approaching, he needed this to end.

"ff-fuck is it over? Please be ove- ah! Does it count? I win right? right?" Holy shit, he was so lost in it. Of course it was over, what was he talking about? He was clearly deluded from all the adrenaline, mixed with pleasure he want allowed to experience, you never thought you'd see him like this.

You decided to play, "I don't know. We could keep going, see if you could last the night, see if anyone at the beach notices."

"Fuckkk- fuck please! No one noticed I- ahhh! I didn't even cum" you still had the ring on full power, getting him closer and closer while he was trying to convince what'd already come true.

"Didn't you? Awh what a good boy. I guess I could let you cum, you've done well enough."

"r-really? Ahh! are you sure? Please end it."

You held his face so gently, attempting to make eye contact as he struggled to keep his open. Calming him with your touch, your other hand slowly went up to stroke him through the wet fabric. "aAH- mmh!"

"I'm sure, you've won. Pretty boy can cum now."

He whined out louder than ever as the most intense orgasm of his life washed over him. Thick ropes of his hot white cum spurted out into his boxers, all his muscles tensing from the pleasure. Nearly collapsing from the pure ecstasy, you turned the small device off and sat down next to him. He was silent for a few minutes before coming back down to earth, his eyes finally opened.

"Fuck, I barely remember the game, or what I was saying. I won again though." He smirked as he looked over at you, there's that smug little cat.

"Yeah, didn't think you had it in you to be honest. So, what's my punishment? Gonna make me eat natto again?" You referred back to the last bet you lost, where he made you eat your least favourite food ever.

The smirk plastered on his face got even wider before he spoke, "no. I thought this time, I'd use your reward against you."

What does he mea- oh.

Before you knew it, you were back at the beach, on Chishiya's bed, wearing a pretty little vibrator that he had control over. Maybe we shouldn't have made that bet.

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welcometomyoasis · 7 months

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Back to the place it all began | Joshua Hong

🪧 100 event: cafe on a sunday morning + Joshua | @mhlsymlysn Synopsis: after dating for 3 years, Joshua drags you back to where you first met to do one hard simple thing. Joshua x gn! reader | fluff | approx. 700 words | no warnings A/n: thank you for the request! I hope you like it!

Amidst the sound of the rain pelting down against the pavement, there were the sounds of laughter and footsteps splashing in the puddles. You were currently huddled under an umbrella with your boyfriend, Joshua, making your way to the cafe tucked in the alleyway behind the street you lived on.

“Joshua Hong Jisoo, whose bright idea was it to go to the cafe when it’s literally pouring right now?” You yelled over the rain, feigning annoyance to Joshua.

Ignoring your little act, Joshua yelled back, “Come on darling, we’re almost there. It will be worth the trek, I promise. Here, I’ll sing something for you again.”

Huffing, you lightly pinched Joshua’s hand that was intertwined with yours, saying, “I swear, if you even start to sing sunday morning again, I will take the umbrella and leave you in the rain.”

Laughing, Joshua simply tightened his grip on your hand, pulling you closer to him as you both trudged forward.

Soon, you both arrived at the cafe. While you were expecting to be met with a large group of people queuing up to order because it was a sunday, to your surprise, the cafe was empty except for cashier/ barista Soonyoung who was behind the register. He was slumped over the counter, sulking and growling softly at the rain.

Upon hearing the chime of the door and seeing you and Joshua, Soonyoung perked up immediately. He waved both of you over enthusiastically.

Giggling at Soonyoung’s antics, you questioned, “Hey Soonyoung! Any reason why this place is so quiet on a sunday?”

Unable to keep himself from smiling, Soonyoung babbled, “Well…. You see, something is happening…”

Soonyoung was cut off by Joshua’s hand clamping over his mouth tightly. Glaring at Soonyoung, Joshua turned back to you, gently muttering that it was probably the rain and that Soonyoung was going stir crazy. Soonyoung frantically nodded along.

You raised your eyebrow at their weird behaviour, but ultimately shrugged and accepted Joshua’s statement. It was probably true, no one could really understand how Soonyoung’s mind worked anyway.

Shooing Soonyoung away, Joshua led you to the cabinet full of pastries and cakes. As your eyes trailed across the selection, brightening when you saw something that you wanted to eat, Joshua’s gaze softened.

He remembers when you first met in the cafe on a sunday three years ago. You were in that exact same position, excitedly pointing to the chocolate cake that you wanted to eat. It was the last slice and he remembers your face falling when Soonyoung apologetically told you Joshua already ordered the slice. He had felt so bad seeing that sad look on your beautiful face that before he knew what he was doing, he was offering you his slice of cake. That was the gesture that got you both talking, and your relationship (and love) only grew from there. Now, three years later, you were back here again. Nervously fiddling with the box in his jacket pocket, he took a deep breath. It was now or never.

“Darling?”

Joshua’s voice broke you out of your concentration on the cake you had been eyeing. Turning around, you were met with Joshua kneeling down on one knee (and Soonyoung giggling and filming in the background). You gasped when you saw that Joshua was holding a velvet box open with a beautiful diamond ring.

Seeing that you were now facing him, Joshua continued softly, “You know, when I first saw you at this exact spot in this cafe, I thought you were the most adorable, beautiful, and easily excitable person. Then after we got to know each other and started dating, I fell for you more and more. Before I knew it, I realised that I just love you so so much and that I want to spend my life with you. You know, I was wondering how I should do this, but I thought it would be meaningful to do this back here at this cafe. Back at the place where I saw you for the first time. Back at the place where we met on that fateful sunday morning three years ago. Back at the place where it all began. So darling, I wonder if this place would be where our story continues. Will you marry me?”

taglist: @weird-bookworm @wonijinjin @babyleostuff

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lovelytsunoda · 1 year

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november rain // lance stroll

when I look into your eyes, i can see a love restrained but darlin' when I hold you, don't you know I feel the same? (..) if we could take the time to lay it on the line, i could rest my head just knowin' that you were mine, all mine so if you want to love me then darlin' don't refrain, or I'll just end up walkin' in the cold november rain

summary: after four long years and one pandemic cancellation, it's finally time for y/n and lance to return home to mount tremblant and tie the knot.

pairing: lance stroll x newlywed! reader

warnings: co*kwarming, so much implied smut and sexual innuendo and i'm not sorry, weddings, they are so painfully in love it is sickening. a dad who doesn't quite get the jewish traditions but is doing his best. also i googled a lot of the jewish wedding traditions so im not sure they're 100% completely accurate tbh

inspo: wedding dress, lance's suit, welcome sign, the arch, getaway car

ten months to the wedding.

it was a calm, quiet afternoon in the ranch house. lance was asleep, desperate for a nap after his afternoon cardio session with his trainers, and y/n was in her home office, laptop out in front of her as her manicured fingers dragged tabs around the homescreen, a pinterest board full of white dresses open on her phone. the couple's two year old golden retriever was sitting under the desk, resting his head against her lap.

"you're going to be the best ring bearer, aren't you, boy?" she giggled to herself, carding her fingers through whistler's fur as she looked back at the wedding blog open on her screen. whistler licked her fingertips, almost as if the dog was agreeing with her.

15 jewish wedding traditions you should know about.

"hey, baby." lance spoke softly, rubbing sleep out of his eyes as he ambled into the office, hair messy and shirt wrinkled from his nap. "what are you up to?"

"just some wedding stuff." she replied, getting up from her desk chair to wrap her arms around her lover, whistler padding along beside her as lance reached down to scratch the dog behind the ears.

"are you looking up jewish weddings?" lance asked, lips against the crown of her head. "baby, you don't have to go out of your way for me."

"i want to, lance. this is your ceremony too, and it means something to me that you feel as if your faith is being represented here as well. as long as i get to wear my white dress and pick the song i walk down the aisle to, i'm not picky about anything else."

"as long as you're happy." lance smiled, leaning down to kiss her, fingers lacing with hers as their lips danced gently together. "have you picked a song yet."

y/n groaned, tipping her head back. "you're going to laugh at me."

lance laughed. "no, i'm not! just tell me, darling."

"well, i wanted to walk down the aisle to 'november rain'. it just has a lot of special meaning for me. it's one of the songs that made me believe in love." she admitted, meeting lance's eyes.

"if november rain is what you want, that's what we'll play. have you picked a dress?"

y/n grinned, nuzzling further into lance's chest. "a few contenders have emerged. but it's bad luck to see the dress before the wedding!"

laughing, lance swept y/n off her feet, carrying her towards the bedroom with whistler at his heels. "come on, you really don't believe in that."

"so what if i do?" she smiled, cradling his face with the hand sporting her stunning diamond ring as she placed her on the king sized bed.

"then i guess i'm just going to have to keep fantasizing about that tight white fabric, hugging all the right places." lance teased, his lips grazing the skin on her neck.

"you do that, loverboy. because you don't get to see my dress until i'm coming down that aisle."

"and then i get to take it off you, right?" lance smirked, kissing her on the forehead. "because god, i have had thoughts about what we're going to do that night."

the bed dipped next to them, whistler's wet nose nudging at y/n's nose as she burst out into giggles, lance groaning as he flopped down on the bed, carding his fingers through whistler's fur.

"whistler, my guy, you don't need to be such a cockblock." lance laughed, patting the dog's side.

"baby, this is what you signed up for when we adopted him. you've had two years to get used to this." y/n giggled in turn, gently shooing the dog off of her bed.

"whistler, c'mere buddy." lance clapped his hands and signaled for the dog, lumbering clumsily off the bed. "i just want twenty minutes of alone time, buddy. go play with your raccoon toy."

he continued to attempt to bride the dog as he guided whistler out of the room, gently closing the door as the golden retriever left with his stuffed toy.

"twenty minutes, huh?" y/n joked, taking off her shirt. "you really think you're that good?"

"baby, please. you know that i can have you screaming my name in ten." lance's voice was husky as he leaned over her, pressing her body back against the pillows.

he kissed her deeply, running his tongue along the seam of her mouth as she moaned into his touch, bucking her hips up into his, feeling his erection grow inside his jeans.

"i love you." he said softly, his hands caressing her bare sides. "i can't wait to get married."

five months before the wedding.

"ladies, i think i've found the dress!" y/n giggled, pushing through the dressing room curtains and performing a little spin, the white satin fabric swirling around her bare legs. "this is the one."

"babes, you look stunning!" christa, her high school best friend and maid of honor cheered, raising her champagne glass. christa and her boyfriend bruce had gotten married during the pandemic, much to the disapproval of her greek family, who were expecting a large, flamboyant wedding.

as the wedding seemed to approach faster and faster, y/n and lance had both decided to go shopping for big day outfits on the same day. y/n, however, was pretty sure that lance only came up with that plan because he wanted to sneak a peak at his bride before the big day (and to grab more material of the love of his life for his spank bank while he was at it).

the dress would need a few alterations, currently pinned to her body with wooden clothespins, but when she looked at herself in the mirror, cream fabric hugging her body, the large slit up the side of the dress, she knew that this was the dress she was going to get married in.

"bestie, your phone is ringing." helena, her college roommate, shouted from the sitting room where they had all left their bags. "i think it's loverboy!"

y/n laughed, extending her hand. "bring the phone here, hell."

lancey💍would like to facetime.

chuckling to herself, y/n flicked to a regular phone call and ducked back into the changeroom. outside, helena and christa exchanged looks.

"were you trying to steal a look at me in my dress?" y/n laughed, sitting down on the fitting room's ottoman. "baby, i thought you were smarter than that."

"i hoped you wouldn't realize it was a facetime call at first. not even a peek?" lance asked hopefully.

"not a chance. i think i've found the one, though. it's cream coloured, and tight fitting, contoured to all the best spots." she said with a smile, knowing that lance would be working himself up on the other end of the line. "off the shoulder with a big slit going up the leg."

lance exhaled, and she could just picture the blush rising in his cheeks. "and i don't even get a look with a visual like that? come on now baby, that's just cruel."

"how goes the suit shopping."

"so, it turns out that pastels are on trend this year and i don't know how i feel about that. i had mick take some pictures for me, i'm sending them through now. unlike you, i actually want my spouse's opinion." lance said teasingly. "i'm leaning towards the mint green, team spirit and all, but let me know what you think."

her phone buzzed in her hand, seven pictures taken by mick schumacher sliding into her inbox. she smiled to herself as she flicked through, looking at her fiancé's dorky poses and looks of pure disgust at the mustard yellow suit esteban had insisted he try on.

"you're right, go with the mint green. it goes with the theme, too."

she could practically hear the smile on lance's face as he responded. "i thought you'd say that. right, if we've both got things picked out, i take it you'll be home soon?"

"an hour, maybe an hour and a half. i still have to buy the wedding lingerie as well, you know."

"oh, baby, don't say that when i'm out with my friends." lance groaned. "now i'm hard in a suit that's not mine."

y/n couldn't stop herself from laughing at that one as she took a sip of the champagne. "that's your own fault. so i take it you don't want me to ask what kind of lingerie you want me to buy?"

"something white, lacy and expensive. my dad is paying for half of the wedding, so money is no issue, babes. really, i want you to treat yourself. i know the wedding has been stressing you out lately."

"you try planning the happiest day of your life." y/n chuckled. "i can't wait to get home, if i'm being honest. as great as looking for dresses has been, this morning has been exhausting."

"i'll run a warm bath for you, order takeout from that place on main that you like. i think i know just how to ease those nerves of yours." lance suggested, a seductive tone in his voice that had y/n biting her lip.

"that plan wouldn't happen to involve cotton sheets and bath and body works lotion, would it?" she teased, knowing that every long, erotic night with her fiancé usually started with a massage and ended with a few orgasms.

"uh, yeah, of course it does. how else am i going to get rid of this little problem? seriously, babe, i am out in public."

"what are you going to do about it, big boy? spank me?" she joked, having fun imagining just how red her lover probably was right now.

"i haven't made up my mind yet, pretty girl." lance teased. "maybe i will, maybe i won't. you'll just have to wait and see, yeah?"

"i look forward to it. i've gotta go if i want to be done shopping by dinner. i love you, lance."

"love you more, y/n. see you when you get home."

the night before the wedding.

it was just after midnight when y/n slipped out of her hotel room, forgoing shoes as her mismatched socks padded along the hotel carpet. helena and christa were fast asleep, and y/n found herself tossing and turning as her separation anxiety kicked in.

she counted room numbers in her head before she stopped and knocked gently on the door, hands in the back pockets of her jeans as she waited for the door to open.

“you just couldn’t stay away, could you?” lance stroll joked, opening the hotel room door. he was wearing nothing on his top half, his lower body covered in nothing but a pair of montreal canadiens flannel pants.

part of him had known that y/n would find her way back to him before the wedding started. she never had been great at being on her own.

“we both know im not as tough as I pretend to be.” she quipped back, wrapping her arms around her husband-to-be. “I missed you.”

lance smiled against her skin as he placed a gentle kiss on her neck. “come inside, pretty girl. let me run a bath. the bathroom window has a great view of the city.”

y/n closed the door behind her as the couple made their way to the large bathroom, lance filling the large jacuzzi tub with warm, bubbly water as his fiancée undressed. she slipped into the bath alongside her lover, humming in contentment at the feeling of lances body against hers.

“you couldn’t sleep either?” y/n asked, sighing into his arms as lance put his arms around her torso, gently kissing her cheek.

“nah, I was watching the game. its not the same trying to fall asleep without you.”

“now who’s the cheesy one?” she giggled, splashing her lover as he moved his hands, beginning to massage her shoulders softly. “I love you.”

“love you more.” lance hummed as he kissed the back of her head. “how’d you get out of your room anyways? I thought the bridal guard would have you on lockdown. for the sake of tradition, and all that shit.”

“theyre asleep. I snuck out, used pillows to make it look like i was still in my bed. how was the bachelor party?”

lance laughed, pulling his fiancée closer. “I dont know if you could call the hockey hall of fame and whalburgers a bachelor party, but I had a good time.”

“you got a weekend in toronto and all I got was pottery painting and mocktails?” y/n joked, her hand trailing up lances thigh. “im glad you had a good time. I did too.”

with her back pressed up against his chest, y/n dragged her hand further up his thigh and upwards towards his member, wrapping her nimble fingers around his shaft.

“baby, not right now." lance whispered, concern in his tone as he unwrapped his arms from the woman in front of him "what’s bothering you, pretty girl? you get needy like this when something is getting to you and you don't know how to say it out loud.”

she sighed, retracting her hand and linking her fingers with his. “i'm just nervous about tomorrow. scared, I think.”

lance's expression softened. he shifted in the tub, trying to turn y/ns body so that they were sitting across from each other, both her hands in his.

“its not too late to elope if you dont want to do this anymore, love. I can call chloe and she can drive us down to city hall. just the two of us, no stress, no fuss. I just want you to be happy, y/n.”

"no, lance. everybody is already here and i've been dreaming of this moment since i was thirteen. i want to do this. it just scares the shit out of me. it's like when i slept with you for the first time, you have to remember that."

lance laughed, using one damp hand to rake his hair back. "if anything, i was more nervous than you were. because i knew that if i fucked that up, i could have lost you for good. i swear, i would have given up on sex if you never felt comfortable enough with me to do it, i just knew i wanted you in my life."

"and now look at us." y/n hummed, kissing lance's knuckles. "i'm just scared that something is going to go really really wrong tomorrow."

"listen to me baby, here's what's going to happen. you are going to walk down that aisle tomorrow in your gorgeous dress with your parents on either side of you, and 'november rain' playing in the background, and i promise that i will be waiting for you at the altar. i'll also probably be crying from how stunning you look and how surreal this moment is, but i will be right next to you the entire time, okay?"

"promise me you aren't going anywhere?"

"i promise." lance said, leaning over to kiss her before stepping out of the tub and wrapping his well-built frame in a plush hotel towel. he extended a hand for his lover, lifting her out of the tub bridal-style. "now, you and me are going to curl up in bed, watch the last two episodes of 'the night agent', and not think about anything wedding related."

y/n smiled, feet firmly back on the ground before she raised her arms and allowed her fiancé to wrap the towel around her body. "i like that idea."

dried off and wrapped in a silk hotel bathrobe, y/n curled up underneath the comforter. she gently swept her hand across the bed spread to flick off the crumbs, frowning at lance as he redressed in his hockey flannels and joined her in bed.

"i leave you alone for one night and your bed is filled with crumbs?"

"sorry," lance shrugged, a small blush on his cheeks. "force of habit. can't watch the game without a bag of miss vickie's."

rolling her eyes, y/n reached for his laptop, waking up the dark screen before closing the tsn app and opening netflix.

"baby, your skin is freezing." lance remarked, pressing soft kisses to the skin on her shoulders. "look, you've got goosebumps. do you want me to turn down the air con?"

with a cheeky look on her face, y/n turned to look at him. "i can think of another, much more fun way to get warmer."

"oh, you want me to warm you up with my cock, is that it?" lance hummed, gently slipping a hand underneath the hem of the white robe. "baby, if you let me have my way with you tonight, you won't be able to walk down that aisle tomorrow."

"we don't have to do anything. i just want to feel you."

and how could lance say no when she asked with those eyes, with that voice? she hummed in content as he slipped inside her glistening folds, readjusting the blankets around their conjoined bodies as she pressed play on the next episode.

"i love you, lancelot." she hummed, turning her head to press a kiss to the tip of his nose. "i can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

"i love you too, y/n. now, get some rest, darling. if you fall asleep, i'll stop the episode so you don't miss anything, yeah?"

the wedding.

"ladies, i'm going to be real with you, i'm scared out of my mind." y/n laughed nervously, smoothing out the front of her dress while christa fussed with her hair.

christa and helena were not fools: they knew that y/n had snuck out of her hotel room to meet up with lance, but neither of them could fault her for that. christa knew firsthand that y/n had been so scared that she would never fall in love, never have her moment in a white dress, and she wasn't going to stop y/n from being with lance, even if it was just for a night.

that being said, nerves were high on the morning of the wedding, and y/n had to be talked down more than once so that she would be ready to walk down the aisle.

and now that moment was finally here. she walked out of the dressing room to meet with her parents, who would be walking down the aisle with her, as per jewish tradition. lance had gone down the aisle moments earlier with claire-ann and lawrence beside him.

"you're going to do just great, kiddo." y/n father said, pulling her in for a hug. "but remind me what i'm supposed to do once i get up there."

"you're going to stand across from lawrence, diagonally from claire-ann in place of the bridal party. all you have to is stand there, and once the rabbi has said 'you may kiss the bride', shout 'mazel tov' with everybody else."

mr. y/l/n nodded, gripping his daughter's hand. "i'm so proud of you, honey. you picked a good man, and i love that he makes you so so happy."

the bars to 'november rain' began to play, and y/n took a deep breath before she walked into the banquet hall with her parents. her hands were shaking, and she tried not to look around and notice how many people were in the room.

she would celebrate with them all later.

she tried not to think about anything as she stepped up the small wooden stairs (not many steps, just three) to the altar. lance stood underneath the arch of roses (they'd decided against the traditional jewish canopy, but would have their parents stand at the four corners in principle), looking dashing in his mint green suit. he was restless, messing with the white rose on his lapel before wiping at his eye.

"were you crying?" y/n giggled quietly, reaching for her husband's hand

"what, no." lance laughed. "there's gotta be some pollen in here or something."

"good, because if you cry, i'll cry."

weeks, even months later, if you had asked y/n what the rabbi had said during the ceremony, she probably wouldn't have been able to tell you, even though the entire thing had been videotaped for the happy couple. the entire world narrowed down to that altar, to her and lance.

the love of her life.

"i now pronounce you husband and wife."

"mazel tov!"

"too soon, dad!"

"sorry love, carry on!"

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Hi if it is alright, can I ask for chishiya and Niragi with a s/o who has low alcohol tolerance which causes her to be red easily and also extra clingy. Thank you. I really like your blog<3

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→ fem!reader

"Hey, Chishiya" hic! "Let's get married, alright?" hic! "Kuina is my maid of honor already."

And this is why CHISHIYA didn't like you drinking too much. Not only did you happen to become clingy when inducing more than you can take glasses, you had also a way of repetitively talking about getting married to him while clinging onto his arm, throwing one leg out to hover and sit on top of his waist.

"I'll kill you if you don't propose to me!" You say, a pout painted on your lips, a drunk flush bridging on your nose and cheeks.

Despite the same threat he hears over and over, the gleaming ring he hid under the bed in his room in the Beach proves that he loves you regardless of your pestering to marry you.

"You're still my nerdy Suguru from high school." He hears you slur your words out while looking at him with a drunk flush, hands squishing his cheeks together.

"With your piercings, you're still the Suguru I know and love." You say, throwing your arms around him as you hug him, but in NIRAGI's terms, clinging onto him.

He's not able to patrol well around the hotel given your drunken state. But this is a good excuse to at least slack off and spend some time with you.

"You were such a smarty pants back then, Suguru!" You exclaim, smiling sleepily to him as you continue squishing his cheeks. "Smarty pants or not, you're still the same boy I fell in love!"

And as you pepper his face with kisses, Niragi decided why not he let his hair down again?

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daddy's money | peter parker

get your mind outta the gutter. also, y/n is tony stark's daughter.

summary: you don't like the idea of a new step-mother, so you take things into your own hands.

she scowled at the woman sitting in front of her, stabbing her broccoli in hopes that it would control the pending urge of wanting to stab rachel.

rachel.

filthy little woman. y/n was sure, 100% sure, that she was only here for the money. if only her father could see that, she thought, continuing to assault the veggies in front of her.

rachel was her tony's new fling. or at least that's what she had thought. until the woman sat in her eyeline, flaunting her new diamond ring.

that's a fat stone.

every single little thing about rachel just seemed to set y/n off. from the way she bugged about coffee coasters, to how she scrunched her stupidly perfect nose when she laughed. the stark girl wanted to drag that lady out the front door by her hair.

"y/n, honey," her infuriating voice called out, "is everything alright? i was just asking your father about your boyfriend. i would absolutely love to meet him!"

"no, thanks. don't need another person getting brainwashed by you," she muttered under her breath.

"i'm sorry, what was that?"

"nothing."

"surely you've told him about me, no?"

y/n returned the smile, except hers had sarcasm dripping from it. "it must have slipped my mind, rachel, but i'm not sure it would have come up, anyways. we really only talk about important things."

rachel opened her mouth to respond, but her father had already gotten to that. "y/n," he warned.

"yes, daddy?" she asked, her voice the most innocent it could be.

he looked at her with exasperation before turning back to his fiancée to tell her about peter.

y/n huffed and crossed her arms, debating if she should throw a tantrum or not, as childish as it was. "can i be excused?" she didn't wait for an answer as her push her chair away from the table, already hitting the button for the elevator.

she laid in bed that night, thinking of a way to show her dad she didn't want this. she didn't need another family member. their family was perfect the way it was, just the two of them, was it not?

y/n grinned to herself, formulating a plan already. she was gonna make him pick.

her or rachel?

and she hoped her answer was right.

~.*.~

y/n saw peter approaching her from the corner of her eye, and waved him over to her locker. "hey, angel," he greeted, the cutest smile on his face. "how was your day?"

"it was okay. as good as mondays can be. you know, i really don't like mondays. or tuesdays. or wednesdays. or thursdays and fridays."

peter snickered at her, placing a kiss on her forehead. "that's okay, 'cuz you got me here to make your life amazing."

"on the note of amazingness," she started, kicking in her plan, "i've got a date planned for us."

"you do? wait, is today something important? is it your birthday? wait, no, my birthday? anniversary? fuck- no, wait, shit, um-"

"no, pete! can't a girlfriend do something excessively romantic for her boyfriend?"

"not this one, no," he teased. y/n stuck her tongue out at him, giggling slightly. she opened the notebook that she was holding and scribbled an address down, ripping the page out handing it to him. "meet me here. at six. in a tux, babe."

"woah, tux? what've you got planned?"

"please, i'm the daughter of tony stark. i'm allowed to plan good shit."

"yes, ma'am. six o'clock sharp. won't keep you waiting," peter winked.

"you better not," she retorted, poking his chest lightly.

laying a kiss on her cheeked, he walked backwards away from her, "bye, darling, love you," he called out.

"see you, baby."

~.*.~

he walked up to the large building, eyes wide as he rechecked the address from what seemed to be the place y/n had told him to arrive at. and this was definitely the one. by the looks of it, this place was fucking expensive, and he knew that. peter wasn't expecting something like this. he hesitantly pushed open the door, jaw dropping as he saw the shining chandelier that was hoisted into the air.

yep. definitely expensive.

"hello, sir, do you have a name for the reservation?"

"yes- no, um, maybe? actually, you see, i-"

"he's with me," y/n smiled, intertwining their hands as she stepped into the building. "reservation for stark."

the waitress's brows shot up, presumably after hearing the girl's surname.

"of course, right this way."

y/n pulled him through to the table. and it was a nice table. that was probably the first thing he noticed. after the waitress had left them alone, he finally got a chance to admire how the love of his life looked tonight.

"you look... um, really gorgeous, angel."

"why, thank you, parker. you don't look to shabby yourself."

she glanced down at the menu, skimming through to see what she wanted. peter did the same, and she knew he'd pick the cheapest thing. but it didn't matter, y/n had it covered.

"are you ready to order?" a different waiter asked.

"um, just a sec, i-"

"yes. one of everything, please."

"woah, wait, what? y/n, we don't-"

"we do," she shrugged, not even bothering to figure out the rest of what he was about to say. his eyes were wide, and he looked back and forth, from y/n to the man taking down the order.

"angel, this is crazy expensive. besides, there's no way we can eat all of that!"

"oh, well, what we can't finish we can pack. i'm sure may would enjoy some gourmet food. who doesn't?"

peter sighed, already confused and worried as to what she was planning. "will that be all?" the man asked.

what else is there to get? it's not like we've ordered literally one of everything, he thought. peter had no idea what the love of his life was up to. but whatever it was, he figured, it wouldn't be good. it was odd because was usually so careful with how she spent money, and now she was spending so much.

"baby, baby, get that look off your face. you're totally overthinking this."

"sorry i'm overthinking how your dad will kill me when he finds out you've ordered everything there is to order on the menu when we're supposed to be on a regular date," he scoffed.

"nah, love, he won't kill you. i think."

"jeez, makes me feel so much better."

"you need to shut up and enjoy this."

"okay, okay, i'm done now!"

"uh-huh. and either way, babe," she started, a shit-eating grin plastered to her face, "it's daddy's money."

~.*.~

the second his love walked through the doors of the school that, he was happy, but also exasperated. every single day of the past two weeks, she had gotten his a ridiculously expensive present. he had tried so hard to tell her he didn't need it, but then she'd pull that face that made him melt. the one where she parted her lips and pouted the slightest. where her brows were upturned and her eyes were wider than normal. and then... he had no choice but to give in.

peter was slightly scared to see what it was this time. why was she spending so much on him? spending so much of tony's money.

but he did have a suspicion.

"hey, mr. stark," peter greeted, giving a small wave as he approached the older man who seemed to be tearing his hair out at his computer.

"oh, hey, peter."

"you don't normally sound that disappointed to see me," he joked.

"no... it's not that, it's just," he sighed, "god sakes, my daughter's been running up thousand upon thousands of dollars! it's ridiculous! she's already spent just over a million!" the boy winced, frowning.

"i know it's not really my place to, um, say this, but have you talked about... er- rachel to her? i-it just seems like she isn't... how do i say this? fond? she doesn't seem fond of her." fond wasn't the right word. more like hate. hate with a burning passion. the fact that y/n cursed about the lady to him was a hint. just a hint.

tony sucked in a breath, "well, kind of." he opened his mouth, trying to figure out how to explain this. "i know y/n doesn't like rachel. but i thought maybe if we got more serious, like, i don't know, engaged, she would see that rachel's here to stay. i love both them, i really do, but i can't figure out how to get them to love each other." tony paused. "is that was this is? this whole money thing, peter?"

"...yes. well, i think. look, mr. stark, y/n isn't great with change. and you know this as much as i do. try and level with her here, a heart to heart or something. honestly... i think she's just, um, scared." he knew she'd kill him if she ever heard him say that. instinctively, he looked around, just to double check. his girlfriend didn't come close to an avenger, but she scared him more than any of them ever did. definitely got that part from her dad.

"yeah, no, i think you're right." he paused. "nope, still sounds weird to say aloud."

peter shrugged, "at the end of the day, whether she likes it or not, you're still her dad. and i know y/n wants to see you happy, and if this is it... she'll understand."

"i know, i know. wait, what do you mean, 'whether she likes it or not?'"

"uh, so, i'm gonna go now. good luck, mr. stark," he rambled, rushing out.

tony took a deep breath as he enter the elevator, preparing himself to go talk to his daughter. he knocked quietly on the door, "y/n, sweetheart?"

"dad?" she asked, peeking her head out the door.

"um, yeah, can i come in? i want to talk to you."

"er- okay," y/n opened the door wider for him to come in. "what's up?"

"a lot," he pressed his lips together, "like the sky, cosmos-"

"what? wait, no, dad-"

"yeah, i know. that was the worst one yet," tony chuckled, glancing at her and taking a seat on her bed. he patted the spot beside him, motioning the girl over. she did so, plopping herself down.

"look, peanut, i know you don't like rachel. trust me, i got those subtle hints. you know, like you spending a million dollars on stupidly expensive things. but y/n, i really like her. she's it for me. it's like what you have with peter, but, like, varied. we aren't half as sappy."

she hummed in annoyance, playfully rolling her eyes before looking down at her hands.

"why do we need her? i don't want, nor need, a mom. much less a stepmom. much, much, less rachel. am- am i not enough? is that why?" her voice broke slightly, showing her vulnerability.

tony quickly took her hands in his, eyes widening. "no, no, no, y/n. of course not, sweetheart. did you really think that?" tears pooled in his eyes as he reassured his daughter. "you come first. you have always, always, always come first, from the second you were brought into this world. you come before her, and you will stay my first priority, forever. please trust that. you are everything to me, honey, everything. rachel isn't going to change anything."

"you mean it?" she cried. "promise?"

"i promise, sweetheart," he murmured, sniffing as he pulled his daughter into the safe place that was his arms. and they stayed like that for a while, until y/n pulled away.

"okay," she whispered. "i don't like rachel, and i can't guarantee that it'll change soon, but i'll try."

"that's all i need, honey. i love you 3000," he winked.

y/n hugged him again, and after a second, "did peter put you up to this?"

"you've got one heck of a boyfriend."

"i know, daddy."

#spiderman #tom holland x reader #tom holland #peter parker #peter parker x you #still figuring out tumblr #like 70 more parts to upload on here

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grandeoatmilklatte · 5 months

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A Christmas Diamond (Garreth x F!MC) 🎄

Could it be? A fic? After two months?!

Anyways, shoutout to @cuffmeinblack for coming up with this idea for a collaborative Christmas Weasley Wednesday! 🖤 She paired a few of us writers with some incredible artists and I had the lovely honor of being paired with @bibbysbrews ❤️!! Her work will be at the end of this fic! Enjoy and Merry Crisis 🎄

A Christmas Diamond - Garreth Weasley x F!MC (1.2k words)

Summary: Garreth has a very important question to ask his girlfriend, and what better time to ask than during Christmas at the Weasley's.

Warnings: None! 100% pure fluff!

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Garreth Weasley awoke Christmas morning to the smell of breakfast wafting through his bedroom. He turned over to find his girlfriend still in deep slumber next to him. Taking advantage of her sleeping state, he reached into his nightstand, pulling out a small, blue velvet ring box. He fiddled with the box in his hands, a nervous habit he had developed over the past few days.

Garreth planned to propose to his girlfriend tonight, after his family’s Christmas dinner. He loved her from the moment he first met her in their 5th year, and it was only a short time later that he knew he wanted to marry her. He tried to propose several times since then, but his nerves always got in the way, forcing him to delay his proposal until now - their first Christmas together since graduating Hogwarts. Although Garreth’s family had known about her for a while, this was the first time she was spending Christmas with them, having met them for the first time the night before. The timing couldn’t be more perfect. But, despite the deep love they shared for each other, Garreth was still fearful of rejection.

At Hogwarts, Garreth was known as a class clown, many describing him as a human embodiment of Peeves The Poltergeist - never taking things seriously, always cracking jokes, and causing havoc. Although Garreth thought of himself as a great boyfriend, he feared she would find him too immature to be a husband or a father. Of course, she had never given him any indication that she felt this way, but his intrusive thoughts had been getting the better of him lately.

Garreth tried to push these thoughts out of his head, turning over again to gaze at his sleeping beauty. He focused on the sound of her breathing, slow and soft, and now the only thought in his head was how much he loved her, and how he couldn’t wait to be her husband. Without thinking, Garreth brought a hand up to move some of her hair out of her face, the action causing her to stir slightly. She remained asleep, but the reaction made Garreth jump, quickly hiding the ring box in his pants pocket as he got himself dressed. Once he was dressed, he leaned over her, pressing soft kisses on her cheeks and forehead until she awoke with a giggle.

“Happy Christmas my love! Nice sweater!” She complimented as she sat up.

Garreth smiled proudly as he showed off his green wool sweater adorned with a G on the front. “Mum made it. It’s a tradition in the Weasley family for our mums to knit us monogrammed sweaters. We all have one! Now get dressed, I'm starving!”

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The day went exactly as a typical Weasley Christmas would - after a late breakfast, the Weasleys spent time in the family room, sharing stories and playing games, until it was time for dinner, with gift exchanges immediately following. After gifts was when Garreth planned to propose, but as the amount of gifts under the Christmas tree decreased, Garreth’s anxiety levels increased. Feeling a knot in his stomach, he excused himself to the bathroom.

Garreth sank to the bathroom floor, tears flooding his eyes as he fiddled with the ring box once again. The confidence he had felt this morning was replaced with fear. Questions of “What if she says no?”, “Why am I so scared?”, and “Why is the room spinning?” flooded his mind as he worked hard to breathe normally. After what felt like hours, but in reality was only a few minutes, Garreth decided to delay the proposal once again, deciding that if she did say no, which was likely in his mind, he would rather it happen somewhere other than his home on Christmas day. Knowing he’d have to return to his family soon, lest they become concerned, Garreth stood up, placed the ring box back in his pocket and exited the bathroom.

Garreth discreetly wiped his eyes as he stood in the entryway of the family room, his eyes locking onto his lover. She looked over at him, sending him a beautiful smile. He faked a smile of his own, his heart aching that he didn’t have the courage to do it. Their eye contact was interrupted as Garreth’s mother approached her, handing her a gift box. Garreth’s girlfriend looked at his mother in surprise as she opened the box, revealing a hand-knitted red wool sweater adorned with her first initial.

“But I’m not a Weasley?” She questioned with a cracking voice. Even from a distance Garreth could see her eyes begin to pool with tears.

“You may not officially be a Weasley, but you’re still a part of this family!” Garreth’s mother replied with a smile.

Garreth’s heart fluttered as he watched the exchange. Seeing how much she adored his family and how willingly they had accepted her gave him the motivation he needed. He took a deep breath, mustering up some Gryffindor courage before walking over to her, his hand once again squeezing the ring box in his pocket.

“Sweetheart, would you mind following me outside?” Garreth prayed he didn’t sound as nervous as he felt as he held out his hand to her. She nodded allowing him to lead her outside into the Weasley garden. It was cold out, a blanket of snow coating the grass, with more snow currently falling. Garreth cast a quick spell to keep them warm as he stopped in front of a big tree. Garreth took a deep breath as he held her hand.

“My love, do you remember the day we met, that first day in potions class where I almost blew up our classroom? I’ve been in love with you ever since. You’ve always been by my side, supporting me, never once judging me or my antics. I already consider you part of my family, but…I'm hoping you’ll let me make it official.” Garreth’s body felt like it was moving on its own as he sank down to one knee. He tried not to focus on her audible gasp as the realization hit her. He reached a shaky hand into his pocket to retrieve the box, finally opening it to reveal a simple, but beautiful ring containing a single diamond with a gold band around it.

Tears streamed down her face as her eyes jumped from the ring to Garreth’s face, which was now sporting Garreth’s signature goofy smile, the one he always had whenever he was about to do or say something mischievous. The smile she had come to fall so deeply in love with.

“Darling, you have a beautiful name, but I think it would sound better with ‘Weasley’ at the end of it. Will you marry me?”

She couldn’t control her sobs as she sank down to her knees as well, pulling Garreth into a kiss, nearly making him drop the ring box in the snow.

“YES! Yes of course! I love you Garreth Weasley! I love you!” She couldn’t muster anymore words as she threw her arms around his neck, sobbing into his shoulder. Once the ring was on her finger and after a series of passionate kisses, Garreth led her back inside, ready to introduce the rest of the Weasley family to their newest member.

*Beautiful artwork by the beautiful artist @bibbysbrews 😘

#garreth weasley #garreth weasley x mc #weasley wednesday

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During the pregnancy I imagine that Peach of course sings to her baby to calm herself and the baby down. Just imagine her sitting in the garden while rubbing her own belly and singing nursery rhymes. And I am asking you, do you have any headcanons about this as well?

Oh-ho, don’t even get me started on the role singing plays in the whole ordeal. Too late! Ya got me started~

Mario’s a really good singer, but for one reason or another he just doesn’t feel comfortable singing around anybody except Luigi or Peach; even then, he doesn’t sing around them much at all. But Peach adores his voice and will occasionally attempt to cajole him into singing for her. He plays along and makes a big show of resisting before ultimately giving her that song she wants, dancing around with her and being generally overdramatic, and it’s a great deal of fun!

But on very rare occasions, he’ll sing for her without provocation. It’s always during moments of quiet intimacy, as though his heart’s just too full and it’ll burst unless he pours it out in song, or whenever she’s under strain and there’s no immediate way he can help her other than to comfort her. And those songs are soft, low, mellow, and nine times out of ten in Italian. When he sings for her like that, all feels right with the world.

Her first real bout of morning sickness sees her violently ill at four in the morning, and Mario leaves her just long enough to send a summon for the head nurse. Peach is curled up on the tiles of the darkened bathroom, and Mario returns with a blanket, sets her head in his lap, and sings softly to her as he strokes her hair. While Mario internally panics over her condition, Peach is wrapped in the warmth of his voice; she feels light and drowsy, like he’s cocooning her in pure comfort, and for a while all of her nausea falls to the wayside.

He does it again that night, laying in bed together after finding out that he’s going to be a father. She can’t understand the words, but the melody is simple and repetitive, and she quickly realizes he’s singing a lullaby. It’s enough to make her cry.

In the coming weeks, she asks him to teach her the same lullabies his mother sang to him and Luigi as children. So he does! He’ll introduce a new one every night until he runs out of lullabies he actually remembers (it HAS been a while since he was a kid). The English lullabies she of course picks up quickly; she’s particularly fond of the one with the diamond ring and looking glass, because, as Mario affectionately points out, showering a baby with expensive gifts it can’t even use is 100% something she would do. The Italian lullabies take more time, so he’ll start by translating them line-by-line (during which he realizes for the first time just how morbid some of them are…) and then singing it slowly so Peach can join in and mimic his intonation.

And since lullabies can get pretty repetitive, he’ll take regular breaks to sing different songs to her so she doesn’t go crazy. The truth is, she could never grow tired of his voice, no matter how many times he repeats the same handful of stanzas… but she certainly won’t object, because he’s sang for her more in the past month than he has in all the time she’s known him.

It feels a bit silly when she thinks about it, two grown adults singing children’s songs back and forth to each other all night. But those songs become part of their daily repertoire, and every time Mario starts sleepily murmuring one with his head on her chest and a hand on her stomach, or every time she approaches him in the middle of the day just to ask if she’s pronouncing a line correctly; every time she hears him humming about Fra’ Simon in the shower and then groaning about it being stuck in his head, and every time he tries to surprise her in the garden after their duties are complete for the day, only to find her singing the same song while rubbing soothing patterns over her belly; they both fall a little bit harder for one another.

#tw pregnancy #I grew up in a singing family so this kinda shit is close to my heart #as for me #I couldn’t carry a tune if it had a handle #I gained my family’s passion for music but none of their talent 😅#I can play the clarinet! and I’m into vocal synthesis of that counts! but I myself am SHIT at singing #I digress!#peaches has opinions #mareach

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sleepdeprivedsimp234 · 5 months

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if you do the lyric thing for sippi i will scream- (dies)

Hehehehehehehehehehehe :)

-"'Cause you were out of my league! All the things I believed! You were just the right kind, yeah, you were more than just a dream….You were out of my league!" (from "Out Of My League" by Fitz and the Tantrums)

-"Tell me pretty lies, look me in the face! Tell me that you love me, even if it's fake! 'Cause I don't f*cking care at all…..You been out all night, I don't know where you been, you're slurring all your words, not making any sense! But I don't f*cking care at all!~" (from "idfc" by Blackbear)

-"Do I need it? (Mocha) Am I under control? Can I beat it? (Wake up) If it swallowed me whole? Would I see it? (I can make you feel alive~) I know, but I do I need you to survive?" (from "Coffee" by Jack Stauber)

-"And if you ask me to, Daddy’s gonna buy you a mockingbird, ima give you the world! Ima buy a diamond ring for you, ima sing for you, ima do anything just to se you smile!" (from "Mockingbird" by Eminem)

Explanations:

—Let’s face it, Sippi’s genuinely pathetic but we love him <3 Honestly, he thinks that he has literally ZERO chances with anyone he’s ever fell in love with. Cuz they’re "out of his league".

—he doesn’t give two sh*ts whether or not someone’s love for him is real, he just wants someone to love him. Please. He’s desperate. Come hug him before I throw him face first down a flight of stairs-

—Okay- LIKE- YOU CANNOT SIT HERE AND TELL ME THIS SONG IS ABOUT COFFEE, YOU SIMPLY CANNOT. ITS DEFO ABOUT ALCOHOL. And Sippi had (HAS-[dies]) drinking issues :3

—You also cannot sit here and tell me that he wouldn’t be an amazing father. He would 100% do whatever it took to make his kids happy. This stands for his friends too (HE HAS THOSE??? 😱😱)

#welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #ben brainard #wttt #wttsh #wttt mississippi #wttsh mississippi

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But Not Too Bold (AU Ed/Stede, dark)

Prompt: 100 words of a different color

No one on the Queen Anne talks to Stede. He doesn’t understand why Ed wanted to come back here when they could have just stayed on the Revenge, which—he’s proud to say—has much better vibes.

It was his ship. He didn’t mean to give it up so easily, chasing after a feeling—but what does that matter? He’s owned things his whole life, even if it never felt like they truly belonged to him, even if he was only given the most begrudging custody of them while the whole of his ancestry panted for him to die and leave their wealth in better hands. Technically, his name was on the deeds, so. His. But no one ever felt much for him before, not until Ed, and he’s never felt so much in his life. Isn’t that worth chasing, worth having?

It is. It must be. And they won’t stay here forever, will they? Ed likes the Revenge.

“I thought you wanted a vacation,” Stede says. He can feel his voice trying to turn petulant on him, and he fights against it valiantly. “Something different.”

Ed kisses him and smiles against his mouth. He’s like honey and lightning. “You’re my vacation, mate.” Stede can feel the sweep of his eyelashes as Ed looks down, thinking, like the answer to all the world’s riddles are written on the bow of Stede’s upper lip.

His reply has Stede floating around all day, not caring two straws for the sullen, close-mouthed men around him.

“Look at you,” an all-too-familiar voice drawls. “Never seen anything so useless be so fucking happy.”

Of course Izzy—the one person Stede would actually welcome some peace and quiet from—will talk to him.

“I’m surprised you can recognize happiness when you see it,” Stede retorts. “It must be something of a foreign concept to you. You’ve never made anyone happy, after all.”

He expected that to be a devastating blow, but Izzy just twitches his shoulders in a shrug.

“I make Ed happy too, you know,” Stede says.

Izzy’s smile is nothing like Ed’s. It’s a broken thing, like his lips curve only because something deep inside him has snapped in two. “He’s been happy before.”

Of course he has. Ed teems with life, and Stede never expected them to match each other first for first. It’s enough, he thinks, that they meet love for love.

But it’s true that their lopsided natures were easier to ignore back on the Revenge, when Stede felt more grounded. Here, Ed’s life has swallowed him up, and Stede just moves around inside it, like Jonah batting helplessly about the whale’s belly. It would be better if they still slept together—he’s had Ed, and been had by him, on every corner of the ship but the captain’s quarters.

“The captain’s bed is for the captain, I’m afraid,” Ed said, when Stede asked about it. “I don’t make the rules.”

“Right. You literally do, though.”

“For fuck’s sake,” he heard Izzy say under his breath.

Ed shot him a look—flat and gleaming, like gunmetal—and Izzy broke away to shout at someone about the rigging.

“I’ll give you everything else,” Ed promised. “Whatever you ask for. Just name it. Impossible feats in the name of the Gentleman Pirate. A tattoo of you as a mermaid.”

And there have been things. Bolts of velvet. Ed’s careful hand painting him with kohl. A pearl ring, a diamond stud for his cravat. Impossible feats.

But they’re still here, weeks after he first asked if they couldn’t go back to the Revenge sometime soon. He can live with that, but he just wants—it would be better if he could rest his head on Ed’s shoulder, if he could sleep while he breathed in the strange, sweet scent of him, like leather and dust, like rum and old blood and lavender. He is Ed’s vacation, isn’t he? Breaking Ed’s routine is what he’s here for. It will be different, truly different, because no one will have ever dared to presume this much before. No one will have trusted Ed so much.

Izzy hasn’t, he knows. They must have been together at some point—Izzy looks at Ed like a compass needle looks north—but Izzy never ventures into his quarters even for the morning report. He knocks, that’s all, and Ed finds him later.

Stede can offer more intimacy than that. It will be good; he knows it will be.

Ed’s door isn’t locked—the only bolt on it is everyone else’s fear. Don’t they know it’s all a fuckery? Ed is more bark than bite, really. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone.

The room is hot and still, stained indigo by what little light seeps through the curtains. In the center of the white bed, Ed is surrounded by shadows like twisted tree branches. He’s Sleeping Beauty, Stede thinks fondly, asleep amid the thorns. But he takes another step, and another, and sees the gleaming white bones on the floor. The air smells of carrion. The branches on the bed are arms and legs, desiccated by time. How stiff they must be. They must break—like a smile—whenever Ed needs to move them to crawl into the tangle of their limbs.

So this is history. This is happiness.

Now he knows why this crew never meets his eyes.

The night has painted Ed, too, and his beard is as blue as they say. Stede never understood the name until just now. He’s seen Ed in moonlight, but never in this kind of darkness. It makes all the difference.

Stede takes one step back, then another. He can slip out. No one will ever know he was here. Even he won’t know. He’s amazing at not knowing things—his whole life has been one long exercise in not being in on the joke. He hasn’t understood himself, or Ed, or piracy, or love.

But a board creaks beneath his heel.

Ed’s eyes fly open.

“Oh, Stede,” Bluebeard says—disappointed, resigned. It sounds like something he’s said before, though of course the name is different this time. Perhaps that matters.

It matters to Stede. When Ed stretches out his arm, he goes forward again, numb and dry-mouthed, his heart pounding, and lies in the half-circle of Ed’s embrace, on his bed of bones. Maybe he’s been the first to ever do that, to ever love Ed so much that even this doesn’t matter. But no, he realizes, as Ed kisses his temple and something silver flashes in the corner of his eye, as a hot emptiness opens up at his throat—probably not.

#stede bonnet #edward teach #dark ed/stede #ed/stede #au

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acaplaya-musings · 3 months

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Voiceplay Visuals: Hoist The Colours

Oh boy, we're heading into the big ones now!

Hoist The Colours was uploaded on September 18, 2021, and features Jose Rosario Jr in his second collaboration with Voiceplay. This one stunned a lot of reactors (one of them, Dennis King of King Family Reacts, literally got up and left the room after the video was finished because he had been rendered speechless by it!), and the video currently sits at 4.6 million views (close to 4.7!) (EDIT/UPDATE: as of the night of the 8th of March, it's now at 4.7, close to 4.8!). So without further ado, let's get right into this one, and hope I don't have to start paying attention to my screenshot count!

Can you believe this was only Cesar's second (full-length) video as a full-time Voiceplay member? Because wow

(Also interestingly enough, Rick Underwood is credited with makeup in the video description (shoutout to Rick!) but no one is credited with costuming, so did everyone just acquire their outfits themselves or what?)

Geoff was in charge of the video creation for this one, as well as doing the arrangement, and he worked together with Eli for the lighting design, so big shoutout to Geoff! (And as always to Eli the lighting whiz)

OKAY a few things to talk about here

First of all, love the set design, it's like the Little Mermaid Medley but on steroids and more pirate themed! Also love the horn-playing skeleton on the left-hand side of the screen (took me a while to notice it ngl 😅)

And of course the outfits/costuming! I can't really think of a lot of things to say individually right now, but there was 100% a lot of thought and effort that went into the clothes (even if the description won't specify who acquired the clothes. I'm going to assume Geoff, since the overall video credit goes to him.)

Oh hey it's my blog banner/background, or close enough to it at least! (Hoist The Colours has a decent few very cool visual moments that are totally screencap-worthy, and of course that's what I'm here for - to point them out!)

Geoff may play the villain (or otherwise just-generally-creepy/spooky/scary guy) a lot in videos, but as of the last few years at least, Eli's often been looking like the one that you really don't wanna pick a fight with. (Also cool ring, and is that fake scar tissue on his head?)

This is a better shot of everyone's outfits actually. A few notes on everyone (except Eli, who I just talked about?)

Cesar: Very ghostly, especially with the cloudy contact lens in one eye. Love the white coat/jacket, and love the pop of colour with the red sash! Also what is he holding/shaking? I thought it was a set of old-fashioned keys, but it doesn't look like it.

Jose: The "captain" of this "motley crew", obviously. Cool coat, and love the sword.

Layne: Not too much going on with his outfit, relatively speaking, but I love the bit of eyeliner under his eyes, and the fake scar on his cheek! (Seriously Rick did a great job here, as he always does)

Geoff: Wearing at least two necklaces, and in true Geoff Castellucci fashion, he's got the top two buttons of his shirt undone (well, gotta show off those necklaces! 😉😁). ALSO, bonus thing that I literally only just realized after taking this screencap, is that Geoff has "VP" on his right arm, done in a way that makes it look like like scar tissue I believe.

That is seriously a very cool and very smooth transition. Who edited this? Was that Geoff too? (Also Crazy Eyes Layne!)

As I figured, one of the necklaces Geoff is wearing, the gold one, is for costume purposes, and the other one, the silver one with the diamond-shaped pendant, is the necklace from Kathy that Geoff basically never takes off (bless him <3 )

I think Cesar's holding old-fashioned shackles/handcuffs or something?

Hang on that skeleton on the left lost his little horn/trumpet and got stabbed?? 😅😂

Yeah Layne had fun in this one I can tell 😁 (also his vest is more detailed than first appears! Very nice!)

What a really freaking awesome shot/moment. In terms of "money shots", these two might in fact be two of the most awesome stills from any Voiceplay video ever (or so far, anyway).

He's got charisma, I'll give him that (also cool necklace!)

How are they just an independent acapella group that make YouTube videos that we can all watch for free? Like seriously, this is top tier stuff (both in terms of the video and the song cover itself), but this wasn't even Voiceplay at their peak! Voiceplay doesn't have a peak! They don't stick to a lane, they take "risks", they get creative, they will sing pretty much anything, and it works

Voiceplay says in the description "we may have gotten a little carried away with this one", but honestly would it really be Voiceplay if they didn't?

Anyway, I've got many more awesome videos ahead of me to write about, so stay tuned!

#voiceplay #acapella #hoist the colours #geoff castellucci #eli jacobson #layne stein #cesar de la rosa #jose rosario jr #acaplaya analysis #voiceplay visuals

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insomniac-jay · 2 months

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DC OC | Reading List Pt.2

Sophia Evangelista | Angeknight

Angeknight: Between Heaven and Hell - Sophia's debut series that follows her and her team the Sun Angels on their mission to destroy the Fallen Angel Ophiel and her legion of darkness.

Pandora - Major supporting character. Elyon is both Sophia's ward and sidekick before being handed off to the newest Teen Titans.

Sol - Sophia is also a major supporting character in Solana's solo series as her mentor.

Angeknight: Schism - The longest series of Sophia's publication history at over 100 volumes long. Schism follows Sophia having to deal with splitting factions of Angels in Heaven, major changes in her work and personal lives, and learning secrets about her family.

Angeknight: Reformation - As Titans Academy's new guidance counselor, Sophia works hard to push the rowdy children in the right direction. However, she must answer Heaven's call again after receiving a disturbing vision.

Angeknight & Cheshire - A oneshot comic that follows Sophia and Jade tracking down the person who put a hit out on both of them. It takes place shortly after Reformation.

Knights of Titania: Faith, Trust, and Fairy Dust - She appears as a major supporting character. Sophia's one of the group's mentors despite not being a member of the Titans. This is her last appearance under her Angeknight name.

Isis - Sophia's Outsiders (2003) era. Sophia retires Angeknight and moves back to Star City for a fresh start. She forms a new team called the Calvary under a new codename: Isis.

Archangel - An Elseworld story where Sophia joins Team Arrow and becomes the White Arrow then Archangel.

Isis: Champion of Bana-Mighdall - Another alternate universe where Sophia never becomes a Seraphim, instead the champion of the Bana. Various team ups include Artemis, Niobe, Yara, and Donna Troy.

Marietta Brooks | Glamor

Glamor - Marietta's debut. The covers of each volume are references to different album covers of black femme pop singers.

Glamor: All That Glitters - A few years after her debut series, Marietta's reign hasn't stopped as she takes on Hollywood. Before that can happen, a person from her family's past threatens to put out her star.

Glamor: Back in Black - Marietta retires from the world of vigilante crime fighting and into her new position: award winning actress, singer, wife, and mother. That is until a person from her past as Glamor comes back with news so devastating, it forces her to don her costume one last time.

Venus Parks | Star Sapphire

Star Sapphire - Venus's debut. From world famous DJ to intergalactic warrior, Venus's life is full of twists and turns. As a Star Sapphire, it's her duty to restore love to the universe; but sometimes she needs a little love herself.

Star Sapphire: Ring of Light - Venus sought out by the queen of an alien planet to find and return a stolen artifact called the Ring of Light. Venus is up to the task only for the search to be more difficult than she expected. Having no other options, she's forced to team up with the newest Red Lantern, Furiosa.

Star Sapphire: City of Diamond - Who is the Twilight Knight; and why do they want her ring? That's a question Venus wants answered after a mysterious masked figure attacks her while returning to Earth. Teaming up with fellow Star Sapphire, Pepper Jackson, their search takes them to the farthest reaches of the galaxy, to a whole other solar system.

Star Sapphire: Trifecta - During an investigation into illegal weapons trafficking back on Earth, Venus crosses paths with Larissa and a new Green Lantern called Emerald Ranger. They join forces to create Trifecta, a team made up of the three lanterns.

Red Hood and the Outlaws - Venus joins the Outlaws as an ally before becoming a full member.

Boombox - After an incident with her Star Sapphire ring, Venus temporarily retires the mantle and begins to build a new one. Donning a mecha suit made of radio devices, Venus debuts as her new hero persona, Boombox.

Daliah Yukimura | Snow

Snow - Daliah's debut series that features her first forays into being the local superhero in her hometown of Happy Harbor.

Young Justice: Of Ice Queens and Sun Goddesses - Daliah's Young Justice debut. At the request of Superboy, Daliah joins the team alongside another new member, Solana Banks.

Snow & Arrowette - Mini series that follows Daliah and her childhood friend Cissie as a duo; before either of them joined Young Justice. A highlight of this miniseries is the family reunion from hell and the introduction of the Yukimura clan.

Snow & Crysticle - Another miniseries featuring Camryn, Daliah's older sister and member of the Watchers. Camryn has returned home for the summer which means sisterly fun and crime fighting.

Jawbreakers - Now in college and on her way to becoming a professional figure skater, Daliah moves to San Francisco with Solana as roommates. She puts her superhero career to the side to keep up her training. Eventually, she joins the newly formed Jawbreakers.

Justice Girls - An Elseworld story where Cassie breaks off from Young Justice to form her own team, the Justice Girls.

@mayameanderings @punkeropercyjackson @floof-ghostie @calciumcryptid

#jay's dc ocs

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