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sacredjake · 8 months

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Fast Times

pairing: Danny Wagner x Reader

word count: 4.6k

warnings: fluff, biker danny (bc yes that deserves a warning)

disclaimer: please, please, please be exremely cautious about riding motorcycles and always make sure you wear the correct gear. and please do not ride on the back of a strangers bike for the first time… or maybe in general? stranger danger y’all!

a/n: hi y’all! hope you enjoy biker!danny

should out to @malany-gvf for proofreading and allowing me to bounce ideas off her <3 and thank you to @gold-mines-melting for giving me feedback on the moodboard, i definitely think this is the perfect one :) thank you both so much!!! <3333 love y’all!

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The grocery store was fairly busy, it was a Saturday after all. People milled about getting their groceries, necessities and whatnot, filling most of the aisles you traveled down. You hated going to the store on the weekends, but you needed a few things and today was one of your few off days, so here you were. Thankfully you didn’t need more than a couple of items.

You muttered a few apologies as you pushed the cart past other customers down the aisle before stopping in front of the pasta. Your eyes raked over the shelves trying to find the specific pasta that you wanted. Finally you were able to spot it on the top shelf.

“Great…” You huffed with a sigh, realizing the box was just out of your reach. Taking a look around you noticed most of the aisle had cleared out, so you walked closer to the shelves, and stepped lightly on the bottom one. Even with the extra step up, your fingers barely grazed the box.

The more you tried to grab the box, the further you pushed it back with each sweep of your fingers. Just as you were about to give up, a hand plucked the box from behind your fingers. A very large hand. Your eyes trailed up from the hand next to yours to land on the man next to you. He was tall, with beautiful, dark brown curly hair, soft brown eyes, and he was wearing a crooked smile. He was very attractive. And he was holding the box of pasta out to you.

You cleared your throat as you stepped down, feeling the heat of embarrassment creep up your throat and into your cheeks. “Ah, thanks…” You carefully took the box from the handsome stranger and tried your best to avoid looking at him again. Your face was red enough already.

“No worries.” He gave you a soft smile before he walked away. You watched as he got further down the aisle and caught his eyes one last time as he glanced back at you from over his shoulder. He disappeared around the corner, shaking you from your deer-in-headlights state.

You pushed the attractive stranger out of your mind and continued your shopping by grabbing the last two things on your list. While you waited in the self-checkout line you spotted the man again at a register in front of you. You watched him scan the few items he had and pay for his belongings until it was your turn. He was wearing black skinny jeans, white vans, and a “The Church of Rock and Roll” shirt that had been made into a tank top, the slits on the sides easily reaching down to his ribs, with a pair of black ray bans hanging from the neck of his shirt.

Just as you were walking up to an empty register, he was packing away his things into a small bag. A few minutes later you did the same, and walked out to your car once everything was paid for and placed back into the cart. You unlocked your trunk and began carefully placing everything inside making sure nothing would fall over.

As you shut the trunk and walk the cart towards the corral, you could hear the sound of a motorcycle pulling in beside you. The driver had parked right next to your driver side and had set the kick stand out, letting the bike rest while still being on.

It was a small black Harley cruiser, nothing super fancy, but still very nice. You took special notice to the rider, recognizing the mystery man from the pasta aisle, but this time he had a helmet on. Suddenly the sound from the bike was cut off as you approached your car and unlocked it. You had opened the door and sat in the driver’s seat when the guy finally spoke up.

“Uh, hey, I’m sorry about this, but I just thought you were really cute and uh… Sorry… I uh… Was just wondering if maybe I could get your number?”

The bulky helmet covered most of his face, but you could tell underneath that he was blushing. His shyness almost caught you off guard seeing as he didn’t seem so shy inside the store. It was endearing in a way.

“My number?” You couldn’t wipe the stupid grin off your face even if you tried. He was incredibly cute.

“Yeah… If that would be alright?” The crinkles by his eyes gave away his hidden smile under the helmet. While the helmet covered most of his face you could still see the bridge of his nose, and the freckles that lived there.

“I’ll make you a deal…” You leaned towards him more with your left foot planted on the ground outside of the car. His right eyebrow cocked upwards waiting for your next move.

“And what might that be?”

“I’ll give you my number if you take me for a ride on your bike.”

“Deal.”

There was no hesitation in his reply and the confidence in himself made him more attractive.

“Really? Just like that?” You were amused that he had even agreed and especially more so that he did it almost without a second thought.

“It’s not everyday a pretty girl wants to ride on the bike and will give me her number. But I don’t have another helmet on me right now and there’s absolutely no way I’ll take you out on this without the proper gear.”

“I can wait.” The words left your mouth before you had even realized what you said. You didn’t know this man and you were going to get on a motorcycle with him? What the hell was wrong with you?

“You don’t have anywhere else you need to be? Nothing frozen in there?” He gestured to the back of your car where you had just finished loading in all your groceries.

“Nope, I am completely free and nothing frozen in the back.”

He said nothing for a moment and just continued to stare at you in awe. He shook his head with a chuckle before he spoke again.

“Alright, give me twenty minutes and I’ll be back here… You’re seriously gonna wait?”

“I’m seriously gonna wait.”

With that he started the bike up again and released the kick stand. Before he backed up, he shot you another smile with a look of almost disbelief that this was happening. Once he took off you shut the door to your car and turned the engine on to get comfortable. You made sure to text basically everyone you knew about your plans for the night in case he was actually an axe murderer.

You scrolled through various forms of social media while you waited for the mystery man to return. When you heard the loud rumbling of the bike around the corner you checked the time. Almost twenty minutes on the dot. He was good.

You waited until he killed the engine to the bike to turn your car off and step outside. He took his helmet off and stepped off the bike. His delicate curls didn’t suffer any damage or deformity during their time inside his helmet, looking absolutely perfect. The same crooked smile you saw in the store had returned and it made your heart skip.

“I can’t believe you waited.” He tucked his helmet underneath his arm while he held another one in his hand. It was red and slightly smaller than his black helmet.

“I can’t believe you came back.” You closed the car door behind you and clicked the lock button twice to set the alarm.

“Of course I came back. I’m not sure if this helmet will fit exactly, but it’s better than nothing.” He held the helmet out for you to take. You did as he silently asked and took the helmet from him. It was heavier than you expected, but at least you knew your skull would be safe in it.

“Ya know, before I put this on maybe you should tell me your name?”

A smile cracked across his face making his eyes sparkle.

“It’s Daniel, but you can call me Danny.” He held his hand out and waited for you to shake it.

“Danny… Nice to officially meet you, I’m y/n.” Your left hand dropped to your side with the helmet as you grabbed his hand. Danny didn’t squeeze your hand hard, but his grip was firm. You met the pressure of his hand, squeezing back slightly.

“Likewise.” His smile was contagious, and it never left his face. Every time he looked at you, you couldn’t help the grin that danced on your lips.

“Have you ever been on a motorcycle of any kind?”

“No, I’ve been snowmobiling, jet skiing and on ATVs, but never on a bike.”

He nodded his head in understanding and seemed to think about what he was going to say next.

“Hmmm… Right. So there are a few rules we need to go over before you put the helmet on.” You followed his previous action and nodded in response.

“You have to hold on to me at all times, so don’t get all shy on me. When we turn, let your body follow the natural pull, don’t fight it or that’ll end up badly. If you’re nervous or uncomfortable at any time, let me know. We’ll be able to hear each other through the bluetooth in the helmets, but sometimes it cuts in and out, so tap my chest three times, okay?” You continued to nod as he went on explaining the important things you’d need to know.

“When we stop, try your best to not lean forward on me and brace yourself as we slow. Try not to move too much on the back as well. Lastly, relax and have fun. I won’t go any faster than what you’re comfortable with. Sound good?”

“Yeah, I think I’ve got it. Hold on tight, don’t lean too much to one side, communicate by tapping your chest three times or talking, brace for stops and don’t lean on your back, and don’t move around.” You ran back through everything he had just said, pretty sure you got it all down. It was a little nerve wracking to think about the fact you were trusting a stranger with your life. And that he was trusting you not to screw up.

“Sounds like you’ve got it. Ready to put that helmet on?” You held the helmet up wordlessly between the two of you.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Alright go ahead and slip it on, and I’ll help you tighten and buckle it before I put mine on.”

The helmet he provided you fit perfectly, it was snug without being too tight, and it didn’t wiggle around your face. You could hear his muffled voice asking how it fit through all the padding. You gave the helmet a tap on the outside and a thumbs up. His fingers got to work on the straps underneath your chin, constantly asking how they felt. Once they felt good, Danny slipped his own helmet on and set up the bluetooth.

You hear the bluetooth dial up tone before you hear his voice.

“Can you hear me?”

“Loud and clear.” You saluted him jokingly, earning a chuckle that rang throughout your ears.

“Alright, I’m gonna hand you some gloves, go ahead and put those on while I hop on the bike.”

“Sir, yes sir.” He chuckled again, this time shaking his head.

“Easy now, I don’t know you that well… yet.” Danny winked at you as he handed you the gloves. Instant heat flushed to your cheeks and you were thankful that most of your face was covered. Damn him.

Once he was settled on the bike and you had the gloves on, he spoke again.

“Alright I’m gonna hold my hand out and I want you to use me to help you step on.”

“Got it.”

You walked around to the back of the bike and grabbed his hand around the top of his left shoulder. He kept you steady as you swung your leg over the seat and sat on the back of the bike.

“You’re gonna have to get a little bit closer than that.”

You scooted forward on the seat and tried to get more comfortable. However, you still must not have been close enough because just as you got comfortable, Danny’s large hands wrapped around the backs of your knees and pulled you closer until you were flush against him. You tried to ignore the proximity and where his hands just were, trying to focus on preparing yourself for the actual ride.

“Sorry…” You felt like you had let him down a little by not meeting his standards.

“No worries, this is your first time. Sometimes you just need someone to show you. Go ahead and grab on. Don’t be afraid you’ll hurt me, okay? Hold on tight.”

“Yeah, okay.” While being this close to a complete stranger was unusual, you felt safe with Danny. You snaked your arms around his midsection and held your arms with the other hand, locking them on.

A moment later the bike’s engine revved to life and you felt the vibrations roll through your body. It had just become very real to you. You were about to go on a ride with a man you literally met maybe forty minutes ago. You were in far too deep to turn back now though.

“Ready? We’ll start out nice and easy.” Danny’s head turned slightly over his left shoulder to peek at you. Instead, his helmet knocked against yours softly due to the minimal distance between you. He muttered a quick ‘sorry’ accompanied with a chuckle. You couldn’t help but let a small giggle out.

“Yeah, uh… Just promise you’re not some kind of murderer who’s gonna kill me and dispose of my body in the woods…”

“I promise I’m not a murderer. Just a guy who desperately wants a cute girl’s number. You’re gonna have to trust me during the ride, okay?”

“Yeah, okay. I’m good. I’m ready.” You were basically trying to hype yourself up. Trying to prepare for whatever was about to happen. Definitely too late to turn back now.

“Alright then, let’s go.” Danny released the kickstand and began to walk the bike backwards out of the spot. Your arms tightened around his waist out of instinct as Danny took off out of the parking lot slowly. You remembered what he told you to do during turns and let your body stay neutral, following the motion of the bike while he took a right out of the parking lot.

“You doing okay back there?”

“Yeah, I’m doing alright. If you want, we could probably kick it up a notch if we’re below the speed limit. I’m feeling good.”

You meant it too. Riding on the back was fairly easy and you adjusted to it quickly. Letting your body move in tandem with Danny’s and the bike felt natural and you were loving it.

“Whatever you say, doll.” He laughed with amusement and gave the right handle bar a twist, accelerating. You didn’t go much faster, but you appreciated it. Danny seemed to be cautious about keeping the ride safe.

Buildings and houses and schools blurred in your vision, zooming past. Everything went by at warped speed which made your ability to focus nearly impossible. You did your best to keep yourself upright, but still pressed against him to not leave too much room. Constantly, you fought the urge to rest the cheek of your helmet against his shoulder, but decided that may not be the best option. You didn’t want to be too close to him so that you wouldn’t be able to brace yourself for stops or pull away when you stopped at red lights or stop signs.

Eventually, Danny pulled out onto a quieter road surrounded by trees. There were little to no cars and no people walking around. He kept the speed steady for a moment before speaking.

“Ready to experience some real speed?”

You were definitely ready. You had trusted Danny this far and didn’t think he was reckless enough to endanger you both. Less traffic also made you feel more safe. You tightened your arms around his waist tighter, gripping your forearms with more strength.

“Yeah, I’m ready. Let’s do it.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” Just from the sound of his voice you could tell he was wearing his heart stopping crooked smile.

The build up of speed was gradual, but quick. One moment you were comfortable and the next you felt like you could fly off the back of the bike any second. But you were enjoying every bit of it. You hadn’t even realized that your small screams of enjoyment were now coming out as laughter. No matter how hard you tried to stop you just couldn’t stop laughing.

Your laughter finally died down with the speed of the bike as Danny started to decelerate. He pulled over on the side of the road, kicked the stand out, and killed the engine. You stayed on the back of the bike while he fumbled with the chin straps on the helmet and then slipped it off his head.

“Here.” He held his hand out like he did to help you get on the bike. You placed your left hand in his right using the leverage to pull your body up and swing your leg over the seat. Moving slowly, you were careful to not send your knee flying into his spine.

Danny didn’t let go of your hand after you stepped off the bike, and instead intertwined his fingers with yours to pull you in front of him. Both of his hands find the straps under your chin and his fingers release them swiftly allowing you to pull the helmet off.

“Not bad for a rookie.” He smiled up at you from his seated position on the bike. His discarded helmet sat between his legs, his large hands resting on top of it.

“I’ve been told I’m a pretty fast learner.” You shrugged nonchalantly, a smirk creeping its way onto your lips. Danny only smiled wider.

“Is that so?”

His eyebrow cocked as he spoke and his hand stretched out the short distance towards your hip, looping his index and middle fingers through the belt loop on your jeans. He tugged you towards him with minimal force, and you allowed your body to follow until his knee rested against your hip. You nodded your head slowly in response, teeth gnawing lightly on your bottom lip.

It was at this moment that you realized just how close you were to one another. You were so close to Danny that you could make out all the freckles that splayed across the bridge of his nose. So close that you could tell that his eyes weren’t just brown. They were hazel. Brown and green hazel. They were beautiful, and warm, and inviting, and they held you there, unable to look away.

His hand gripped your hip, the tips of his fingers digging into your waist, somehow bringing you closer to him. You rested your hand on his shoulder, a nervous knot of excitement twisting in the pit of your stomach. With bated breath you watched Danny’s eyes shift between your own before flicking down to your lips and back up to your eyes.

His eyes bore into yours with a silent question, your answer coming out in the form of a nod. The hand on your hip disappeared and came to rest on your neck, his fingers reaching the nape. He pulled you to him, pausing just before his lips brushed yours, his eyes flitting once more between your eyes and lips. He met your gaze again, his lips curled up in that soft crooked smile that made your knees weak.

When his lips finally touched yours it was with light pressure. Like he was afraid he’d hurt you. Soft and warm, his lips fit against yours in a way you couldn’t describe. As if they were made for each other. Your skin tingled with goosebumps and felt like it had been set on fire. Just when you began to melt against Danny’s lips they were gone. Your eyes open half-lidded, coated with content and need, to see Danny staring back at you mirroring your expression.

“It’s, uh, starting to get dark out. We should head back.” You were still so close to each other that his warm breath cascaded over your skin. He was smiling at you when he spoke, his hand still holding the back of your neck.

“Yeah, okay.” Your voice cracked in a whisper and you smiled softly back at him.

Danny helped you put your helmet back on, tightening the straps and making sure the bluetooth was working before starting the bike. He held his hand out just as he had earlier and you grabbed on, hoisting yourself onto the back of the seat. While you got comfortable, Danny put his helmet on.

“Ready to head back?”

You snaked your hands around his waist and squeezed lightly before responding.

“Yeah, I’m all set.”

“Alright then.”

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The ride back to your car was fairly quiet. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. In fact it was completely comfortable, just enjoying the moment you were sharing and watching the night fly by. Soon enough you and Danny were pulling into the spot next to your car. The parking lot was mostly empty, the grocery store having closed nearly an hour ago.

“Here we are.” Danny killed the engine to the bike and helped you step off the back.

“Here,” You held out the helmet he had brought you, “Thank you for taking me out on the bike. I, uh, had a lot of fun.” He hung his own on the handlebar as he stepped off.

“I had fun too, I’m glad you asked for a ride.” He didn’t take the helmet from your hand and instead pushed it back towards you gently. The confusion written on your features was met with a soft smile.

“Keep it. I have a feeling this won’t be the last time I take you for a ride.”

You smiled back at him and tucked it underneath your arm.

“Oh is that so?” You gave him a sly, playful smile and laughed.

“I hope so.” He laughed with you, and stepped closer, his hand cupping your cheek. You leaned into his touch with your hand laying over his.

“I think that can be arranged.”

“Good, because I’d like to be able to do this a lot more often.”

Danny’s lips met yours for the second time that night, and still you felt the imaginary fireworks. Still you felt the tingle it brought to your entire body. Still you felt that same fire from before. It was almost as if you had never felt truly alive until today. And just like before, the kiss was brief. When you opened your eyes, Danny’s were staring back at you softly. That beautiful crooked grin adorned his face making your heart clench.

“I think I could get used to that.”

Another hour had easily passed. You were both talking, and enjoying each other’s company and swapping life stories. The night was beginning to turn chilly, your body shivering lightly. Danny being the gentleman that he is, handed you his jacket, which you gracefully accepted even though it was far too large for you.

Eventually the night drew to a close despite you wishing it would never end. You could’ve stayed with Danny the entire night, just talking about your lives. You loved learning all the little things about him like the things he loved, and the things he hated, his passion for music and his family. Being around him was like a constant nicotine high leaving your entire body tingling, and your mind fuzzy.

“Hand me your phone.” You held your palm out to him. He had opened your door for you and you were sitting in the driver’s seat looking up at him.

He just gave you a questioning look, but took his phone out of his pocket and handed it to you, unlocking it first. You opened the phone icon and began typing your numbers in on the keypad. You saved your number in his phone and gave it back to him with your contact popped up on the screen.

“I intended to keep my end of the bargain.”

“How do I know this is your real number? That you didn’t just put in a fake one and use me for my clearly awesome bike?” His tone was playful, clearly making a joke.

“Well you could text me now, make sure it’s right.” A light, breathy laugh sounded from his lips. He did as you suggested and typed out a quick message. To neither of your surprise, your phone vibrated in your pocket. You showed him the notification and saved his number in your phone.

“I told you.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Danny rolled his eyes, an amused smile on his face. He stepped closer to you and leaned down, kissing you a final time for the night. This kiss was a little different than the other two. There was the tiniest hint of passion and hunger behind the barely there force that came with his lips this time. Not letting either of you explore those feelings, Danny pulled away and grabbed your hand.

“I really need to get going, it’s getting late. Let me know when you make it home safely?”

“Yeah, I will.”

Danny placed a kiss to the back of your hand, and stepped back. He wished you goodnight, his voice coming out soft, and hushed. You said goodnight as well, shut your door and started your car. He waited for you to back out and leave the area you were parked in before he exited the parking lot too. The whole way home you couldn’t stop replaying the day’s events in your mind. It almost felt like a dream. A fairytale even. What are the odds right?

When you had made it home safely you remembered to text Danny.

I got home safe. Thank you again for a great day, it was perfect.

You went about your regular nighttime routine, washing your face, changing clothes, feeding your fish, etc… You also had brought in all of the groceries you had bought hours ago, and put them away. It wasn’t until you were changing that you realized you still had Danny’s jacket on. You slid into bed and picked up your phone to text him about it. He had already texted you back which made you smile.

I had a great time too. I’m glad today was perfect because that was just a scratch on the surface.

His text seemed promising of another… whatever today was. You weren’t sure if you would call today a first date, or a date at all considering you barely knew the guy, but you knew for sure you wanted to see him again.

Sounds like you plan on seeing me again?

You hit send before typing out another message and hitting send on that one.

Oh by the way, I still have your jacket!

When his next text came through, you were sure you were blushing bright red, and smiling at your phone like a lunatic. Or some kind of love-sick teenager.

I know, I didn’t ask for it back on purpose. I figured you could give it back to me on our second date ;)

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ssahotchnerr · 1 year

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I am always here for domestic Hotch!

Doing chores with Aaron (grocery shopping, cleaning around the house, etc.). Just imagine asking for help reaching something just out of reach on a taller shelf or him coming up behind you to grab it without asking because you're too stubborn to ask for help.

aaron's just a bit farther down the aisle, retrieving something else and meanwhile, you're closer to the shopping cart. when he looks over in your direction to check on you - you're very much so on your very tiptoes trying your hardest to reach an item on the top shelf.

hehe he does an a lil internal eye roll🙄🥰, not surprised in the slightest that you didn't ask for help - this isn't the first time and he's come to known your stubbornness very well - but he also can't help but smile at you hehe <3333 like yeah you're a lil silly idiot but you're his lil silly idiot 🥰

and so, of course he steps in to help. he walks back towards you, throws what he was grabbing into the cart, and comes to your rescue <333

hehe aaron doesn't say a word, placing his hand still on your lower back and letting it linger 🥰 as he grabs onto whatever it is you were reaching for like it was nothing. and to him, it is. he barely lifted a finger.

with a teasing smile, he mumbles "you could've just asked" and you respond by playfully shoving his chest which causes him to let out a laugh, rolling your eyes this time. you mumble a "thank you" or "i almost had it" but your usual involuntary response of your heart feeling like it's about to burst right out of your chest takes over because he's just 🥹 he's aaron 🥹 he's always coming to your rescue - you can't even pretend to be pouty <33333 and as another thank you you give him a sweet kiss hehe 🥰

#let's talk aaron <333333 #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds x reader #aaron hotchner fluff

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kingdaddydaichi · 2 years

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⚯ title: muse

⚯ pairing: k. akaashi x f!writer!reader

⚯ wc: 3333

⚯ warnings: nsfw, mdni, (mention of) nihilism, dry humping, almost no foreplay (unless, like me, you count engaging akaashi's mind), clothed sex, oral (f receiving), akaashi being charming af

⚯ notes: my first akaashi fic, y'all. feedback is greatly appreciated.

The very first time you saw Keiji he was standing in one of the aisles at your favorite bookstore with his nose buried in Beyond Good and Evil. With one arm crossed and the opposite elbow propped against it, he pored through its pages. His lips were pursed in concentration, eyes narrowed behind black, rectangular frames. He appeared to be too young to be a professor of philosophy, but he certainly carried himself like one, unwittingly captivating you with his quiet, uncontrived confidence. So much so, in fact, that you almost didn’t hear him when he spoke to you.

Taking a step back away from the shelves, he said, “My apologies, am I in your way?”

“O-oh. No, not at all. I was just wondering…” The intensity of his dark green eyes laser-focused on you threatened to turn you into a blubbering mess, but you managed to keep it together. “...do you find it difficult to read Nietzsche?”

The corner of his mouth twitched as he pushed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose. “Sometimes. For me, a lot of it depends on the translation and the subject matter. Obviously, the more interested you are in a topic, the easier it is to read, generally speaking. What do you think?”

A nervous laugh bubbled from your lips as you averted your eyes, a bit embarrassed to admit the truth. “I haven’t tried, actually. For the last few years I’ve been sorta interested in nihilism, but I’ve always heard that his works tend to be a bit boring and dry.”

He closed the book, its pages coming together in a whisper as he tucked it under his arm. “If you’re interested in nihilism, you might try reading The Will to Power.” He reached out and pulled a book from the shelf before handing it to you. “It’s also one of his easier books to read, in my opinion, so it might be a good place for you to start.”

You reached for the book, his warm fingers brushing against yours as he handed it over. The subtle smirk that played on his lips made you wonder if it was intentional. Smiling, you glanced at the cover before looking up at the raven-haired man.

“Okay, I think I will. Thank you so much for the recommendation, …umm…”

“Oh.” He transferred the book under his other arm and extended his hand. “Keiji. Pleasure to meet you.”

You slipped your hand into his, noticing for the first time how long his fingers are while the softness of your skin filled his thoughts. “Nice to meet you, too, Keiji. I’m (y/n).”

He nodded and looked at his phone. “Well, (y/n), I’ve still got about half an hour to kill. Would you uh-” There was a fleeting crack in his confidence and a light dusting of pink on the apples of his cheeks. “Would you care to join me for coffee in the cafe?”

You smiled. “I’d love to. I walked by there on my way in and I’ve been craving a matcha latte ever since.”

A small smile graced his lips in return. “Let’s go get you that matcha latte, then!” he insisted, making you laugh.

He found the fact that you thought he would make an excellent philosophy professor both amusing and flattering. At the same time, you were surprised and fascinated to learn that he was in fact an editor for a major manga publisher, though he was still working towards his dream of becoming a literary editor instead. When you told him that you write fiction in your spare time, he was floored. “Shut up, no fucking way!” From that moment forward, he knew he was a goner for you. Your conversation flowed effortlessly and the half hour was tragically over much too soon. You tried to argue with Keiji when he paid for your beverage, but he was having none of it.

“It’s the least I can do for you after allowing me to enjoy your company. A penny for your thoughts, as the saying goes.”

Your cheeks warmed at his charming words. “Thank you, Keiji, for the matcha latte and the reading material,” you said, holding up the book he’d given you. “The pleasure’s been all mine. Shame we can’t stay and talk longer.”

“Do you think maybe we can get together for coffee again another day when we both have more time?”

You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and smiled. “Yeah, I’d like that a lot.” You were playing it nice and cool, but squealing like a schoolgirl on the inside.

As you created new contacts for yourselves in each other’s phones, Keiji said, “Tell you what. If you wanna hold off on buying The Will to Power, I have a copy at home you can borrow if you want? Like a ‘try before you buy’ type thing?”

“Oh, that’s a great idea for sure!”

“Cool. I’ll be sure to bring it with me next time we see each other.”

Less than an hour later, once he’d gotten back to his office, he texted you. “How about this weekend? Maybe dinner first, then coffee?”

You had to fight back the scream that threatened to erupt from your throat. “Absolutely, that sounds amazing!”

The text that he responded with damn near did you in. “It’s a date then.”

A couple of weeks and a small stack of his books sitting on your coffee table later, he’d texted late one afternoon to let you know there was a deadline for a big editorial project coming up and he’d have to work late for the next few days.

“Can you come by my place after work one night? I wanna see you…”

“As long as you’re sure it won’t be too late. I don’t want you staying up past your bedtime on my account.”

“Keiji. I’m a writer. I don’t have a bedtime lol.”

“Tsk. That’s not good for you though. We’ll have to remedy that.”

“So will you come over tonight?”

“Yeah, it’ll probably be close to nine but I’ll let you know when I’m on my way.”

“K, I’ll be here waiting for you.”

“Can’t wait to see you again.”

“Same. Miss you, Keij.”

You sat with your knees pulled toward your chest and your face buried in your hands, watching Keiji through the slits between your fingers as he sat next to you on your sofa, reading your latest draft. You’d been too embarrassed to show him any of your writing before now.

He’d told you on your first date that he’d love to read some of your work sometime, but he also understood better than most how apprehensive writers can be about letting people they know read their stuff. Something about the way he never pressured you though made you decide that it was probably safe to share it with him.

So, when he came over that night, you offered it up to him and watched his eyes light up. “Really? Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I think so. Just, please…do be gentle?”

He chuckled and pecked you on the lips. “Of course, I will.”

From the first time you saw him, your soul lost its balance and fell in love with watching Keiji read - the way his eyebrow quirks when he reads something interesting or unexpected; the way a puff of air escapes his nose as a small smile plays at the corners of his lips when he finds something funny or amusing. You loved the way he’d mindlessly run a fingertip over the corners of an open book’s pages as he read. There was something soothing about watching Keiji do what he loves most.

This time, however, you were anything but calm.

“Well,” he exhaled, pulling his glasses off.

You watched and waited with bated breath. “Is that a good ‘well’ or a bad ‘well’?”

“Do you want my personal opinion or my professional opinion?”

“Both?”

“Professionally speaking, it’s engaging and well-written. I think your audience would definitely get sucked in. I almost forgot I was reading, which is always a good thing.”

Your hands dropped to your chest to clutch your writer heart as it leapt at his praise. “And personally?”

He opened his mouth and dragged his hand down his face as he laughed quietly. “That was fucking hot.”

Your hands flew to your mouth, muffling your voice. “Really?”

He nodded, his green irises darkened by his pupils. “Let’s just say I’m really glad I’m sitting down right now because otherwise, this would potentially be pretty awkward,” he said, glancing at his lap.

Your mouth fell open in a gasp, eyes widening. “Keiji! Did it make you…are you…hard?”

He shifted against the back of the couch, keeping his arm strategically placed over his thigh. “I can lie to you if it makes things less weird.”

“It doesn’t make things weird, but I’m not sure I believe you. How do I know you’re not lying right now?”

He raised his eyebrows at you. “You want me to prove it to you?”

You nodded. If he was lying, you were calling his bluff.

He shook his head. “All right…” He situated himself lower in his seat and leaned back, relaxing to let his long legs fall open. Sure enough, there was an unmistakable bulge at the top of his left thigh. The distinct shape of his erection pressed uncomfortably against his khaki-colored slacks.

You mumbled the first word that came to mind: “Impressive.” Before you had a chance to think about what you were doing, your body moved on its own as if by primal drive. Keiji watched as you edged closer to him, resting his arm against the back of the sectional as a welcoming invitation.

With your knees pressing against the same leg as his chub, his dark gaze read the flicker of fire and curiosity in your eyes. He raised his hand to cup your cheek, bringing your face ever closer, searching for any hint of hesitation on your part.

Before he could make his move, your lips were on his, softly pressing into them. He let out a low chuckle and kissed you back, his thinner lips slotting perfectly between yours. Both of you opened your mouths at the same time, your tongues meeting halfway to push over each other. Keiji’s teeth grazed your tongue; you responded with a soft suck on his bottom lip, making both of you smile into the kiss.

Your knees trembled beneath you, too weak to maintain your position. Just as you placed your hand on his shoulder to steady yourself, he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you onto his lap. Straddling him, you could feel his hard length pressing against the back of your thigh.

“M’sorry,” he breathed. “Am I being too forward?”

“No.” You pressed your lips into his next kiss. “Please, Keiji. Don’t stop.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. His large hands slid down to your bottom, squeezing the flesh there between his long, slender fingers. “I’ve been meaning to tell you what a great ass you have.”

Your laugh whispered against his lips. “Yeah? Think so?”

“Oh, hell yes. Been dying to grab it like this,” he said before teasing your tongue with his teeth again.

“Grab it all you want. Mm…feels good.” Your fingers massaged the back of his neck before carding through his shaggy black locks.

“Yeah? Y’know what feels good to me?”

“Tell me, Keiji. I wanna know everything,” you moaned as he pulled you closer, creating friction against his cock and groaning as his warm pre oozed out onto his thigh.

“Mnnfuck, (y/n), that…that feels amazing,” he murmured against your lips.

His hands slipped underneath your shirt to massage your tits through your sports bra. He was rewarded when another moan spilled from your lips, followed by a short gasp as his kisses blazed a trail along your jawline. You squirmed on his lap, craving the sensation of his hard cock against your soaking slit.

“Mm damn,” Keiji whispered, his head falling back against the couch as you rode him, his hips rolling to dry hump you right back.

“Keij? I’m sorry,” you said, raising up from his lap.

Concern began to swirl in his lustful eyes as he opened them to check on you. “(Y/n), what’s wrong? Too much?”

“No,” you breathed. “Not enough. I need-” You hesitated, worried that you were going to come across a lot sluttier than you intended.

His hands cupped your face as yours roamed his chest and shoulders. “What is it? Tell me what you need, (y/n).”

You worked your bottom down towards his knees as your fingers got to work on the buttons of his shirt. He helped, freeing you up to start on his belt as you looked him in the eye. “I don’t want you to think less of me for this, but…” His belt now undone, you worked to get his pants open, fingers shaking with anticipation and need.

“Tell me, (y/n),” Keiji said. “I won’t think any less of you for being honest with me.”

“I need you. Now, Keiji.” You reached into his pants and pulled his straining cock out, stroking it and spreading his precum along his shaft.

“Oh fuck, (y/n)...” he moaned, his mouth hanging open as he watched you pull your tiny shorts and panties to one side and position yourself at his tip.

“Need you inside me, Keij,” you whined as you started sinking down around the head of his hot cock.

His pretty eyes rolled back as your heat encased him, so tight he thought he might pass out. You cried out at the blissful agony provided by the burning stretch of his cock as you worked him in, slowly easing yourself further down his thick shaft a little at a time. You’d only taken about half of him when he felt your slick leaking down the underside of his cock.

“Ohh…mm…take what you need, baby. Fuck, you feel so good…so damn tight.”

“Oh god, Keiji, your cock feels amazing…stretching me open so perfectly.”

“That’s it, take your time…” he whispered, gritting his teeth to keep from giving you one hard thrust of his hips to wedge himself all the way inside you at once.

You bottomed out around him, his full balls twitching against the crack of your ass. He kissed you slow and deep, still feeling a little light-headed at the way your hot, gummy walls clenched around him, waiting patiently until you were ready to start moving.

You raised your hips off him, drawing a sigh from his lips as you slid up and down on his cock a little at a time. Pretty soon, you were gliding along his shaft with ease, gasping and moaning his name as your hips rocked against his. Keiji’s hands gripped your butt, pulling you along in time with your thrusts and whispering words of praise and encouragement in your ear.

“Mmfuck, Keiji?” you whined.

Without another word he began thrusting up into you, his fingertips gripping your butt and thighs with bruising pressure as he built up his speed and intensity. Something about the way he moved hit different and you let him take control, swearing about how good his cock felt.

“Yeah, baby,” you whimpered. “Fuck me, Keiji…”

“Shit, baby, hang on…”

You tightened your hold around his neck as he leaned forward. It only took a beat for him to pick you up and lay you down across the couch. Without pulling out, he managed to work his pants and boxers further down his thighs but was too impatient to take them off. His now naked hips flexed between your thighs as he rutted into you with more force. Your cries became more desperate and he knew he needed to get you off soon because he was getting dangerously close.

He swore and pulled out, leaving you whining and reaching for him.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’m not done. Just need to get these fucking shorts off you…”

You eagerly lifted your hips to let him pull your shorts and panties down together. You got one leg out and he huffed, “Good enough,” before lining himself up and plunging back into your wet heat, forcing loud moans out of both of you.

He continued his ravenous pace, pushing one of your thighs back, then the other; angling his hips until he could feel himself bumping against the rough texture of your sweet spot.

“Ohfuck, Keij, ohgodfuck…” He planted his hands on either side of you, keeping your knees back with the crooks of his elbows, skin slapping against wet skin as he drove you closer to the edge. “Hmm…you’re gonna mm- gonna make me…fuck, Keiji! Gonna cum, baby!” Your whole body went rigid as your cunt convulsed around his pulsing cock.

“Shit, baby, me too,” he whispered urgently. “Where?”

“Inside me, Keiji…”

He grunted as he forced himself as deep as he could go. “Fuck, I’m cumming, (y/n)...” His hips stilled and shook. You could feel the force of his orgasm; his cock twitched inside you, releasing long ropes of his creamy, white seed against your walls until he was spent.

Neither of you wanted to move as your chests heaved together, your arms wrapped tightly around Keiji’s back as he breathed against your neck, planting lazy kisses there.

“Promise you don’t think any less of me?” you asked breathlessly, the oxytocin flooding your system putting you on the verge of tears, scared that maybe he’d be put off by your neediness and eagerness to have sex with him.

He lifted his head up to meet your eyes with his emerald hues. “I promise,” he whispered, kissing you softly while running his fingers through your hair. “You were just being honest about what you wanted. I think it’s sexy.”

You bit your lip and smiled, admiring the way his messy hair had fallen forward as he looked down at you. “I think you’re sexy, Keiji.”

He smiled one of his rare toothy smiles. “Thank you, I’m glad we were able to reach a consensus about our findings on sexiness.”

“Ohmygod, yes. Talk nerdy to me, baby,” you teased, both of you laughing.

You both stayed like that a while longer, still mostly dressed with his softening cock nestled inside your sticky cunt, exchanging sweet proclamations of your mutual desire to be together.

“What do you say we take this to your bedroom and get the rest of these clothes off?” He pushed himself off you and helped you up before pulling his pants up so he could walk.

“Keiji, I swear your mind is teeming with so many great ideas,” you said, reaching for him.

He had you jump up so he could loop his arms under your legs as you wrapped them around his waist. “Think you’ll ever write about us?” he smirked as he carried you to bed.

You threaded your fingers into his hair and kissed him. “Who said I haven’t already?”

He hummed as he lowered you down onto the bed. “I’d love to read it sometime,” he said, lifting your shirt over your head.

You pushed his button up off his shoulders as he let his pants fall to the floor with a clatter of his belt buckle. You eyed his slim but cut torso and licked your lips just before he kissed you. Opening your eyes to meet his, you said, “You already have.”

He groaned and smirked against your lips. “Well, as your muse,” he started, slipping his hand between your thighs as his hardening cock bounced in its freedom. “I’m honored to give you all the inspiration you need.”

He lowered himself between your open legs and kissed your clit before licking and sucking your combined spend, cleaning your pussy with a lavish tongue bath just so he could make a mess of it all over again.

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vaguely-yandere · 2 years

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OH MY GAWD U RESPONDED SO QUICKLY! i thought i was hallucinating LOLOL

omg but author dearest i love your writing <333 I LOVE UR BLOG!! and a lot of people will, im sure of it!! im just waiting for people to come flooding into ur inbox <3333 youre going to be so popular regardless of how many followers you get everyone will love you <33 your content appeals to a very specific genre of reader and people eat this shit up! aka ME !! also sorry but im still brainrotting over that drabble you wrote!! proof of ur power >>>>

imagine if sensitive yandere’s little shenanigans are so extreme to the point where they just. buy out the whole aisle of those instant noodles LOL (seriously, where are they getting this money?) and by some act of god, you come stumbling into the aisle only to find all of your favorite instant noodle brand in the same strangers cart. youre all like ‘aw man theres no more (i thought they said they would be in stock today!)’ and turn to leave. in that moment… sensitive yanderes gotta make a choice! because this silly little grocery store has, yet again, brought the two of you together, and youre about to leave. leave them. also the thought of making you indirectly disappointed in them by buying up your favorite comfort food is possibly worse than reaching out to you to give you a packet.

hmmmm… what to do, what to do….

thank you, thank you! i usually respond very quickly because i am, as the kids would say, "chronically online" (i don't think im using that term correctly) and i guess my specialty is catering towards hyper specific readers! <3

the sensitive yandere would have a couple of choices here. reach out and offer you some (but they'd embarrass themselves, they aren't ready yet and you'd also have to pay for it!), buy it all really really fast and race to give all of it to you (doesn't matter if they end up starving, they can feed off your love!), or maybe they could break in again? no no, that'd be too much, they don't wanna scare you!

but i think what we're forgetting here is that the sensitive yandere is a chronic over thinker by nature. the poor thing just can't help it! it's the reason why they just get so nervous and anxious around you, why they feel like their body is about to explode with love! one touch could lead to a billion, sharing the same air as you is one step closer to sharing a home with you, one moment in your presence is one step closer to always being there for you. always. so! being an over thinker, they've already thought through this scenario. not this exact one, but similar.

you hear a quiet voice behind you and you were just going to ignore it, assuming someone was mumbling to themselves but there was just this weird feeling of intensity radiating behind you that you couldn't let go of, your gut just screaming at you that something was wrong. so, you turned around and faced a stranger with their face primarily covered with a nearly completely drawstringed shut hoodie.

"uh. yeah?" you ask, putting on a polite smile. the person in front of you was wracked with shivers, even with their hands in their pocket you could see how their body shaked and quivered.

"do you.. need something?"

the stranger let out a few pants before finally answering you. "um. i uh. grabbed the last.. of the- of the noodles. did you need some?" they mumbled, barely making their way through the sentence. you could see one of their eyes, just barely, staring directly at the floor, unblinking and wide as a dinner plate and either their eyes were black or their pupils were insanely big.

"oh n-.." you were going to refuse but.. well, you were hungry and really craving these so maybe just taking a few wouldn't hurt! besides, you'd only need enough to tide you over until they restocked next time. "uh, yea! yes please, that'd be amazing, thank you so much!" you grin wide at the stranger, your gut still telling you something was wrong but maybe it was just a false alarm. you were a naturally anxious person and you really shouldn't judge people by their looks.

the stranger seemed to have a hard time properly holding the cup of noodles, holding it very weirdly, (who picks things up by the very edge?) so you took it upon yourself to gently take it from them, ever so slightly letting your thumbnail brush against the side of their hand. they completely froze up, allowing you to take the item from their stiff grasp, not even moving as you slowly took four more packages from their cart, staring at them and wondering what the fuck was wrong with them. (ew, why was the one that they were holding wet?)

"um. thank you..?"

they didn't move. were they breathing? you couldn't really see their face well so you had no idea but they were still standing so you had to assume something was fine.

"thaaaaanks..." you say again, slowly moving away. don't question it. ask stupid questions, win stupid prizes.

meanwhile, the sensitive yandere has tears spilling rapidly out of their tear ducts as it finally sinks in just how long it had been since someone had touched them. they swore, they could feel your warmth burning their flesh, even thought you only lightly grazed them with your thumbnail. they needed to work harder on their exposure therapy and now, they didn't know how much longer they could take being away from you... maybe they'd leave some more presents and good night kisses for you.

#yandere imagines #yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #asks #sensitive yandere

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jake-g-lockley · 2 years

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Double Wedding Bells (Moon Knight x desi!reader)

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Summary: Three men and two very different wedding ceremonies, how hard could that be?

Warnings: I am not Jewish or Telugu so there might be some things that are not precisely accurate, almost all of the stuff that is ceremony-wise is gotten through research, mentions of DID.

Word Count: 1.8k words

A/N: This is a request from @sodonuthideout thank you so much for giving me the opportunity to write this <3333 (translations are at the end of the fic, enjoy)

Moon Boys POV

Marc fidgets with his cufflinks again, tugging the edge of his suit as he frowns at Steven and Jake in the mirror.

“We look fine, hermano, calm your nerves.” Jake says, giving Marc a smile.

“Yea, bruv, we cleaned up pretty well.” Steven chimed in with a blinding grin.

“I can’t believe that we’re getting married to her.” Marc whispers.

After 2 and a half years of courting Y/N, the boys decided about 2 months ago that it was time to pop the important question. They knew that they didn't want to spend the rest of their life with anyone else if it wasn’t her. She was their lucky charm, the light to their darkness and so much has gone so well for them over the past few years that Marc could hardly believe it.

He had reconciled with his father and they both had been going to therapy sessions where Marc has been dealing with his past traumas and DID. His relationship with Y/N had never been better and although he was still Moon Knight, Khonshu has been much more relaxed over the past few months.

“Looking great, my Knight.” Khonshu says, patting Marc’s shoulders.

A knock sounded at the door and Marc’s father opened the door and peeked through. He walked up to Marc and smiled at him, taking in his son. He adjusted his tie and Marc saw a tear slip from his fathers eyes, which he automatically brushed off his face.

“I’m so proud of the man that you have become, my son. Thank you for taking me back into your life.” his father says, cupping Marc’s face with his hands. “It's time.”

Taking a deep breath and adjusting his kippah, Marc followed his father out of the room.

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Marc stared at the ketubah, waiting for Y/N. He nervously looked at the rabbi who smiled reassuringly back at him. Soon, the sweet smell of roses mixed with the heavenly smell of Y/N’s signature perfume floated towards him. When Marc turned to look at her, he swore that he could have been knocked off his feet in an instant.

She was wearing a beautiful pure white lace saree with a long sleeved blouse, topped with a stunning veil that was cascading down her perfectly curled hair down her back. The veil was a small gift from Khonshu, who had a soft spot for Y/N, and Marc could see little silver crescent moons on the veil glowing slightly, making her look absolutely ethereal while she clutched the modest bouquet of white roses. He almost didn’t hear Steven and Jake audibly gasp in the headspace as he stared dreamily at her.

She reached out and gave Marc’s hand a soothing squeeze and the both of them turned to look at the ketubah, reading it and signing it with Marc’s father and the rabbi as witnesses. Marc then turned back to her, as instructed by the rabbi, and took a long look at her beautiful smiling face before he veilling her.

He then stepped forward to take his place beside his father as she took her place in the middle of her parents. To Marc, this was probably the most overwhelming part of the ceremony where he had to walk to the chuppah lacking one parent.

“It's alright, Marc, Jake and I are here with you every step of the way.” Steven’s voice fills Marc’s pounding heart with the supportive affirmation and he realigns himself again as they begin to walk down the aisle.

Marc took his place on the right of the decorated chuppah while Y/N took her place in front of him, her parents behind her. They only invited a few people that were very close to them for this ceremony. Marc caught Frenchie’s eye, who gave him a wink and Marc grinned back at his old friend. The various rituals and blessings went by quicker than Marc expected it to.

The guest cheered “Mazel tov!” as Marc hears the glass shatter under his heel. He turned to look at his Y/N who was smiling at him with the most beautiful look on her face.

“Ready for the other ceremony, my handsome husbands?” she whispers.

“Ready when you are, our angelic wife.”

Your POV

You stared down at the beautiful gorintaku that covered both of your arms as your mom helped you with your nakshi vaddanam, a beautiful but heavy pure gold belt that adorned your belly. The vaddanam was a gift from Steven, who had carefully picked out the belt after thoroughly researching it, finding one that suited your style as well as complemented your tradition.

They had popped the question on a random Tuesday night when you were lying on their lap reading a book with your tongue between your teeth and a stupid expression on your face as you judged the book characters actions. Marc was the one who was fronting when the question was asked and it was so fluid, as if he was asking what's for dinner the next day.

You remember staring down at the band that Marc was holding between his fingers absolutely confused. Your mind had refused to work for a few seconds until Marc’s soft cough filled your ringing ears. You could barely form the words to say yes to the question because of the sheer shock that was coursing through your head.

Your best friend, who is also your maid of honor, grabbed the eyelash glue and tapped a little on your forehead, helping your papidi billa stick to your forehead, right above the special gold amulet that was tied with yellow thread. You felt like a real regal queen in your red and gold saree. The veil that was gifted by Khonshu for the Jewish ceremony had magically shifted colors to match your saree, now a sheer gold with tiny glowing gold crescents and was pinned to the top of your braid that had been done up with fresh fragrant flowers.

You couldn't wait to get married to your boys again and you could feel the waterworks starting up. You were so exhausted with all the prep you had to do but so excited to start your new life with the boys. The nerves started edging up on you this morning and all you wanted to do is see their face and feel their presence next to you.

“Come, kanna, it's time to go up to the mandapam.” Your mother says, pressing a small kiss on your temple.

You say a little prayer, hoping that everything would go as smooth as possible and you grab your best friend’s hand, taking a deep breath to diminish the nerves.

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You take your place in the middle chair between your parents, behind the curtain called the terasala, which was hiding Marc from your view and the ceremony starts. You watch as your parents wash his feet and offer him your hand. Marc states his promises after accepting your hand and you feel your eyes tearing up again, listening to his soft sweet voice.

The priest calls the auspicious time as cumin and jaggery paste is smeared on your hand. You lift your hand over the curtain until you feel Marc’s soft curls under your hand and you feel his hand on your head. The curtain drops and you see Marc for the first time, wearing a silk white kurta and dhoti with the same amulet tied around his forehead. You grin at him as rose petals cascade over the both of you.

All you could focus on is Marc’s beautiful deep set eyes and how you are doing this so that you could spend the rest of your living days staring into those adoring eyes. Those eyes flashed to Steven and then to Jake and back again to Marc. You wanted all of them, the good, the bad and the ugly. You never wanted anything more in your life.

He sends you a small wink as the both of you lower your hands and the priest hands him the mangalsutra. Yellow rice rains around you and him as the music around you crescendos.

Marc leans in and ties the sacred yellow thread smeared with haldi around your neck with three knots.

“I love you, I love you so much.” he whispers.

“I love you too.” you say as tears run down your face, the feeling of peace settling in you as Marc seals the eternal action with an unceremonious kiss on your forehead.

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Translations:

Hermano: Brother

Kippah: A kippah, yarmulke, or koppel is a brimless cap, usually made of cloth, traditionally worn by Jewish males to fulfill the customary requirement that the head be covered.

Ketubah: A ketubah is a Jewish marriage contract.

Chuppah: A canopy under which the bride and groom stand during a Jewish wedding ceremony.

Mazel tov: "Mazel tov" or "mazal tov" is a Jewish phrase used to express congratulations for a happy and significant occasion or event.

Gorintaku: AKA henna. Temporary body art resulting from the staining of the skin from the dyes.

Nakshi vaddanam: This ornament is worn on the belly of the bride. In earlier days, this belt had a lot of significance as it was a symbol showing the woman’s child-bearing abilities. The Vaddanam would often be designed with precious and semi-precious beautiful stones. Most often, this belt would be carved with different images of Lord Vishnu, Goddess Lakshmi and her consort

Papidi billa: “Papidi billa”(maang tikka) is a piece of jewelry worn in the middle of parting of the hair and is meant for adorning the forehead.

Saree: A sari or saree is a women's garment from the Indian subcontinent, that consists of an un-stitched stretch of woven fabric arranged over the body as a robe, with one end tied to the waist, while the other end rests over one shoulder as a stole (shawl), baring a part of the midriff

Kanna: Darling

Mandapam: A wedding Mandap is a mandap (covered structure with pillars) temporarily erected for the purpose of a Hindu or Jain wedding. The main wedding ceremonies take place under the mandap.

Terasala: Tera means curtain and sela is cloth. So, it literally means a cloth used as a curtain, between the bride and the groom.

Kurta: A loose collarless shirt of a type worn by people in South Asia

Dhoti: A garment worn by male Hindus, consisting of a piece of material tied around the waist and extending to cover most of the legs.

Mangalsutra: In many parts of India a pendant necklace — called a mangalsutra, or “auspicious thread,” is tied around a Hindu bride's neck during the wedding ceremony, a symbol that the couple is bound in matrimony and an indication of the bride's new status as a married woman

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boxwinebaddie · 3 months

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uncleeeee nina hihihi omg i was so into ur pep fic for a long tiime during the peak of my sp hyperfixation phase but then in classic adhd fashion it just poofed away out of nowhere and put itself in the backburner of my mind + school had started smh but now it's lowk coming back so i went and finally read ur rem(ember) fic yesterday and it's literally so good i'm obsessed i've already reread it twice and drowned myself in all the content you've written on tumblr abt them !! also tell me why idk when i was reading like i just feel like that one meme with the guy that's in the period aisle asking what size pussy you wear would apply to jerseykyle buying pads for ravenstan lmao they just give me those vibes for some reason ?? anywayyyy i wish u well and i hope you're taking care of urself !! <3

aaaaaaah!!! hi friend! it's nice to see a familiar face ( haha anon joke ) in my inbox! i think it's so lovely when i get messages from people who read peppermint -- and decided to stick around!!! ur so sweet! thank you for enduring my psychosis and sorry that i had the boys fight and never resolved it. but u know what? the pep boys do not fight on here and i just had ravesey break up do it instead! ur so welcome! xx

also, while i am personally glad to hear you're back...i'm also sorry ur hyperfixation came back: welcome back to hell, baby! but aaaaaaa i get so EXCITED when people message me about liking remember! when i tell you i was nervous as all fuck to post that fanfic because i thought it was way too weird...but the reception for rm has been overwhelming positive, like u guys have been so stoked on it!!! <3 ;-;

like, when i tell y'all over the past week i have accumulated like over like closer to fifteen different anons about rm related topics? AAAA which, i'm so sorry ( or ur welcome, i suppose? ) that there's so much rm on your dashboard especially if u just followed me bc rp is gods sweet angel and keeps shouting me out on her blog and u wanna be polite and also apease the style whumpshot princess of pain. i get it.

but yeeeeah i gotta get through all those anons and then some and by some i mean A LOT so again...sorry if ur seeing a lot of that content but also...i personally love the jersey raven merger. <3333

ALSO!!!!!!! THE FACT THAT UR ENJOYING MY TUMBLR CONTENT MAKES ME LITERALLY SO HAPPY!!!!! AAAAHHH ITS MY FAVE!!! tbh i got really insecure abt it and thought i was being annoying or answering the asks really weird ( rip uncle neens inferiority complex ) so thats why they get privated...smh. again i'm trying not to do that! and knowing you are enjoying ur bonus content is so wonderful. i adore adore adore you my darling! thank you for reading. mWAH!

BROOOO!!! *jersey vc* STAHP IT!!! thats WAAAY too real!!! also best boyfriend award jerseykyle like i love him so much like idc if he's scary and mean to everyone else he is sooo nice to ravenstan <333 which is saying something bc raven is crAnky on his period lmaoo.

like i'm not sure if you read that ask where i was talking about how crimson dawn got their name and its an insane joke abt ravenstan being on his period and when u feel homicidal rage sakhdld i love blood moon sm. but i bet u anything that kyle watched that interview where he was talking about it and fucking and brought stan that fucking ice cream that he was talking about them being out of at the store and also brought taco bell and ibuprofen...i love you. jersey is literally so wonderful istg, he is my angel. MWAH JERSEY!

but uhhhh i made myself hella sad bc i was thinking abt the drabble i was writing where they FOOKIN BREAK UP!!!!! :((( I HATE MY LIFE and ravenstan takes kyle in and theyre talking. theres this part where kyle is like what are u doing here btw u have a show? and hes like i had to cancel it bc i feel like awful and jersey is like...is it the drinking?

( like excuse me kyle u are not entitled to that information...but also that break up definitely caused a massive ravenstan manic bipolar episode and he relapsed and started drinking again....BOOOOO!!!! ) anyways! stan is like no its actually bc i'm not drinking haha you know how those first couple of days are for me and kyle is like :((( ( boooo ) but anyways stans like but tbh the withdrawls are nothing i'm on my fucking period and i want to d*e...again sdhlks smh and kyle is like OOOOF Oh Fuck i forgot to pick up take--and then stops and is like well i guess someone else has gotta pick you up takeout and pain medication and taco bell huh? ;-; and tries to laugh but...rip

but also goddamnit kyle does that man look like hes entertaining gentleman callers wearing ur freaking underwear and sweatshirt and listening to ur sadie hawkins first dance song on vinyl?? like??? hello?

anyways...too real, but no fr, like kyle was really like -squints- i am so confused...excuse me random gentleman...i am lost dksahasd also i want you to know he bought every size aslkhdsalkds i'm crying.

-uncle nina, jerseykyle stan

#THIS WAS SO FUNNY #i am glad ur back for more my friend and i am glad it is not disappointing you!#i try to keep it fun and fresh on here #tbh growth is starting w pep and then reading remember #truly iconique behavior #but also speaking of iconique behavior jersey is so cute #he did also bring stan a succulent bc of him going off abt bouquets being bundles of dead plant bodies #stan was like ;-;;;;;; <33333 i would hug u but i cannot move i will die and jerseykyle came to him and kissed him on the head #i truly hate my life why are they fighting #like my brother in christ they are MARRIED #I AM A DIVORCED MOTHER #THIS IS SO HORRIBLE but no hes so cute he does it every month and set reminders on his phone i love him sm #he did research and when i tell u he was horrified and did it anyways and asked bebe he was like im frightened lol #he was so stressed out abt tampons he was like that looks fucking crazy i am not buying those that looks like a weapon #love u jersey hes my hero stan was like im love u so much

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lunatiqez · 9 months

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OMG FIRST OF ALL CONGRATS ON 200 RANDY <3333 YOU DESERVE IT SM !!!

can i get memory with

“youre crazy!”

“i know!”

with ponyboy please <33

TYSM !!! Idrk what this is but o well lols

Ponyboy and you had a tendency to dare each other to do things. It wasn’t super intense— more so small dares that, at the most, could get you in trouble, but that’s it.

Until one day, Pony wanted to spice things up.

“Hey, Pony.” You said as you walked alongside him.

“Yeah? What’s up?” He asked, his hands in his jean pockets.

“I dare you to distract a store clerk while I steal somethin’.” He half smiled at you.

“Oh, c’mon, Y/N. That ain’t nothin!” He scoffed sarcastically. You guys thought out the plan a little more and went on your way to a nearby corner store.

Pony rushed in, screaming “HELP, HELP! I THINK I BROKE MY ARM!!” And immediately grabbing the store clerks attention.

You see, Ponyboy was double jointed in his elbow, so he could pull of breaking his arm really well.

After distracting everyone at the front desk, you rushed in and to the candy aisle, grabbing various things and shoving them in your pockets. After that was done, you whistled and made sure Ponyboy could see that you had left the store.

“Oh, oh wait!” He shouted as he grabbed his faux broken arm. He jerked it slightly and popped it back in place. “It’s fixed now! Thank ya, oh thank ya!” And with that, he rushed back out and around the corner to meet you.

A while after, the two of you were sitting by a train track and eating your stolen candy. A train went by, and Pony had a great idea.

“Y/N, I dare you….to jump onto the train.” He said jokingly. You looked at him with a blank stare at first. Was he really serious?

Oh well, you can’t be the one to lose this dare battle.

And sprinted to the train full on, waiting for an open cart to make your move.

“Y/N?!” Pony shot up off of the ground, shocked that you were actually doing it.

“Y/N, you ain’t really gonna do that! C’mon now! You’re crazy!” He shouted at you!

“I know!” You shouted back. Then, your eyes locked onto your target. A fainted green cart with the side of it wide open.

The train was moving so fast that you could hardly process how fast you needed to be. You reached your hand out, and in a quick motion, the cart flew right by you.

“OUCH!” You screamed, stumbling back and holding your hand. The cart at flew so fast by you that it had hit your hand, not even giving you a chance to grab onto it.

“You’re real stupid, y’know that?” Pony said as he walked up to you.

“I lost the goddamn dare.” You said as you sat down. Ponyboy shrugged.

“Eh, you tried.”

#✉️ — liv’s mail ★.#👥 — liv’s mutuals ★.#2️⃣ — liv’s 200

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stxrryk · 2 years

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Can I please request a Su-hyeok x fem!reader? Thank you!

Oooh yes i did. I hope you enjoy!! Maybe you can detail your character next time. <3333

ᵔᴗᵔ—Drabble Su-hyeok x fm!reader | master list

ᵔᴗᵔ—cw: none

Author's Note: Imagine Su-hyeok x female reader (requested) ◡⁠ ☆⁠◝

You kept your head resting on the shoulder of Su-hyeok who was desperate to get away from you. It all happened half an hour ago when the two of you were chosen to do an English assignment together and you ended up falling asleep next to him. He didn't know much about that subject, and he didn't usually pay attention in class, getting scolded by Miss Park whenever he sat in the back.

But now it was totally different, he had decided to change seats with you and sit by the window overlooking the aisle. As he watched you scribbling something in your notebook and revealing a photograph of your childhood displayed at the top of the page, he was surprised at how similar the bow tied in your hair was to the picture. He glanced at you now and then, while you kept writing weird names in your notebook and then putting them away. He stopped for a moment, then felt a weight on his left shoulder.

You had slept.

He tried to wake you up in every way, even slightly pulling your uniform, where your badge was stamped. At the end of class, you woke up and stretched, looking around realizing that all the students had already left. And seeing that you were all alone. You then decided to get up and rubbing your eyes, pulled out your bag and placed it right behind your back. In the hallway, you bumped into Su-hyeok again who apologized to you and it was both sides' fault, as he was distracted too after all.

"I'm sorry!" You bowed in apology and he gave a small smile in return. His gaze was surprised to see him and wanting to know why he hadn't woken him up sooner. "Fine, but why didn't you wake me up?" You said and then he put his hand on his head in embarrassment, getting that cute look on his face again and a hand around his neck, telling him that you had fallen asleep on his shoulder. "Now you understand, and maybe you can give me your number so we can talk." You nodded and handed him the scribbled paper, heading straight for the exit.

It was like you were in love with him, and yes, you were.

#all of us are dead #aouad x reader #su hyeok #su-hyeok x reader #drabble

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bibuddie · 2 years

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wip wednesday

alrighty been tagged by @queerpanikkar @gayravi @capseycartwright @thatbuddie and much like most of my dash this is gonna come from [redacted] fic that we all seem to be making absolutely EXCELLENT strides on so proud of us <3333 this is going to make absolutely no sense you've been warned

That’s how he finds himself in the baking aisle of Target at 9am on a Tuesday morning after shift, clutching his basket in a white knuckle grip as he stares at the array of different options in front of him. Sweat begins to bead a little on his forehead as he looks down at his phone, trying to decipher the ingredient list he’d downloaded from the first website he found. He looks back up at the shelf and feels a little bit dizzy, and like he always does in a crisis, he reaches for his phone and calls the first person his eyes land on.

“Hello?” The groggy voice on the other end greets him.

“Why are there so many types of flour?” Eddie blurts, eyebrows creasing together. “I mean, they all come from the same plant, right?”

It’s silent for a few seconds, save for the rustling of what Eddie assumes is bedsheets. “Hey, Buck. How’s your day off going? Oh, it’s going great, Eddie. Thanks for asking!”

“Buck,” Eddie definitely doesn’t whine, because he’s a thirty four year old man, thanks. Except he kinda does, because he's maybe a little bit desperate. “Help.”

Buck sighs dramatically, and the line goes quiet for a few seconds before it beeps, signalling an incoming facetime call which Eddie immediately accepts. He tries not to get immediately distracted by Buck's sleep mussed hair, his half lidded eyes and his pouty lips. He really has it all under control.

"Okay," Buck says around a yawn. "Do you want to tell me what the fuck's going on?"

these are probably gonna be double tags for a lot of people but um @prettyboyandthekid @madneyfiles @eddiessluttytanktop @ekstasisandangst if you guys have anything to share feel free!! <333

#rebecca writes #wip wednesday #this really makes no sense huh wow okay

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tinogiehd · 1 year

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I don't know if this makes sense, but I LOVE how bodily your writing is. You make romance verge on body horror at times, adding in details about wanting to be ripped apart by teeth or feeling bled out, or eaten alive. I remember one part in A Lifetime, My Lifeline that stuck with me about George having bled out all across the plane aisle or something along those lines. I really love your use of sensation in different parts of the body that aren't typical. I was once again rereading Aurum Scarce (And Meant for Kings) and I got to the part where you talk about a weight "hanging on the back of his heels." I just love it so much, it's such an interesting and unconventional way to communicate feelings but it’s executed flawlessly

I think "you make romance verge on body horror" is the coolest thing anybody has ever said to me ever oh wow 😭❤️ I am a big fan of those types of comparisons and drawing connections between emotions and bodily sensations because I know they illicit the most emotional reaction for me personally, I'm really glad to hear more perspectives on that !! I don't think I've ever gotten more asks about a fic than I have for aurum scarce which is like the most insane thing ever so I appreciate this loads <3333 thank you so much and I'm glad you liked it :]

#the weight at the back of the heel is sort of meant to be like. an allusion to achilles but I also just like how it sounds #aya asks #fic talk

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elysianslove · 3 years

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SAL YOURE GONNA KILL ME TOO

Id definitely be missing samu so much the morning of the wedding. there's about half an hour until you have to walk down the aisle, but all your makeup, hair everything is done, so all you can do is focus on breathing and try not to overthink. samu's the only one who can calm you down with a few words, and just as youre thinking of him, there's a knock on your door and you know that its osamu. just hearing his muffled voice is giving your stomach butterflies, but conversing with him like you always do is so comforting and puts your mind at ease.

tunnel vision when you lock eyes for the first time on you wedding day. later at the reception, samu can't stop calling you his wife, he's like 'yes my wife is actually...' or 'my wife's friend helped with the planning...' etc etc

when you call him your husband he literally pops a boner jdsjcnksjnckddc

omg I had this thought ages ago that when u toss the bouquet and it flies towards atsumu he sets it on instinct 💀💀 and bo goes along with it and spikes it right into omi's face and omi's like 😊 on the outside trying to be civil at your wedding but on the inside he's like EVERY SECOND YOU ARENT RUNNING IM ONLY GETTING CLOSER

THE HONEYMOON its somehow the most wholesome thing ever but at the same time also super filthy jckjsnc because you and samu are so lovey dovey and kissy kissy honey sugar boo, you never thought you could smile this much, and samu thinks that even if there was a tsunami or something during your honeymoon he'd still be happy because he's with you BUT you don't think you've had so much sex in your life like samu thinks ur a goddess and wants to be touching you and inside u 24/7 and youre so FERAL FOR HIMMMM

- auri 💘

oh my god auri i saw this video of this couple that just got married n they‘re in their hotel room still in the dress and suit and they’re just practicing saying ‘my wife’ and ‘my husband’ repeatedly plshsbsjd

idk if that’s more tsumu or samu i just had to tell you 😭

and to samu it’s also like not just saying it but also the idea?? and knowledge?? that you’re his wife?? you come in his shop during work hours n he spots you and smiles softly but his mind is just going “WIFE! WIFE! WIFE!” and if he’s talking to someone u and him dont really know and he goes “i’ll check with my wife” cause he can’t just say your name since they don’t know who you are his brain again goes “WIFE!WIFE! WIFE!!!” it’s so casual and domestic and real and justhehhdjd

PLEASE TSUMU SETTING THE BOUQET AND OMI CATCHING IT <3333 pls he drops it like it caught on fire cause marriage ??? no thank u. wait idk if u ship sakuatsu but imagine that’s before they even got together and years later they’re getting married n u and samu are just like “we manifested this. this is our doing. where’s our thank you.”

THE HONEYMOON. THE HONEYMOON. fr samu fucks you every single day. like every single day. idk how his balls are managing but they are. and if he’s not fucking you his head is between your thighs or his fingers are teasing you. omg you and samu finding a secluded part of the beach and he ,,, fingers you. his hands slides past your bikini bottoms and he just has his fun. no one can see anyways... or OMG SEX AGAINST THE WINDOWS OH MY GOD

oh my god. ohmygod i just had an epiphany.

#haikyuu x reader #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu smut #haikyuu smut #osamu x reader #sal’s thirst tag <3

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charleslovemustdie · 3 years

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✨ my OG stuff masterlist ✨

you can find everything ive made under #charles did this and #charles art if you're interested thank you for the support <3333

Disco Elysium

art:

debrief with kim

do you need something, detective?

IWTV

art:

daniel molloy my best friend daniel molloy

misc:

TVL // 1x04, 1x07, lestat and claudia

TVL // 1x01, 1x03, louis and lestat

what the interview is about...

ofmd (mostly s1. fuck zionists like taika)

stupid shit:

almost kiss BLONDE BIMBO

how about we stop talking for a little while

stede's cravat throughout the episodes

something like it what if ed was there

art: you wear fine things well.

the black hole of the window where you sleep

izzy the weirdo he knows. we cant stop hurting each other

love without injury + what i am

betrayal and forgiveness are best seen as something akin to falling in love.

babygirl

i love everything about you

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚆𝚎 𝙳𝚘 𝙸𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜

stupid shit:

text posts: [1] [2] [3] [4]

other: something really lgbt just hæppened to me

⭐️ the illusion of free choice

hell yeah i'm a "vampire slayer" nadja you hurt his feelings :/

the council has decided.... you are friend :)

how do i get a girlfriend ??? beast in hardware aisle

nandermo + excuses to hold your hand

art: a reunion

you, who regrets nothing.

viago <333

why won't you chase after me ?

me and the bad bitch i pulled by being off-putting

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚞𝚜 𝙰𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 , art: season 5 jon

𝙻𝕠𝑘𝗶 (lmfao whoever was here when i was a loki blog is a true veteran. haven’t thought about this show in years. heritage posts:)

loki + text posts

[1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7]

[8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13] [14]

[15] [16] [17] [18] [19] [20] [21] [22]

art: even someone good // you kinda feel bad for that ice runt

lokius as brokeback mountain // the goddess of mischief

mr tesseract x presi loki doodle

loki + other shit [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [1]

misc jokes:

somebody tell him... // i know this and i love you

et tu brute ? // somebody gag this man

i have feelings for you // im gonna fuck(ing kill) him

ended up on fucking buzzfeed // we ? we :)

i want her to be homophobic SO badly + you guys

the heteros are gone // flirting with a narcissist

love loses // trust no one not even yourself

jealous mobius my beloved

the secret deleted lokius kiss // all men do is disappoint

tfw the god u chose is a mess // man i got a lot going on

mobius gets along with Every loki ;)

#non #masterlist #disco elysium #iwtv #wwdits #ofmd #tma #loki #charles did this

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billylenzstolemyphone · 3 years

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Okay no but by dear mutual, how what do you think mobius and lokis wedding would be like, if they were to get married? :D

oh my godddddgdhdgs you are amazing-

i have so many hc's for that like the possibilities??? mf they are endless SDJKDS AAAH HERE WE GO

thor? my man is bawling his eyes out 100% he's just so happy for his brother dude!! he's so glad that loki finally found the one and his speech would definitely be like the really cheesy ones where he's struggling to speak through tears and cracking jokes sdkhs at the end of the night he's coming up to mobius and giving him the biggest pat on the back that makes the poor man choke on his drink a little sdkhds thor (who's most likely wiping the tears and snot off his face with a handkerchief) would then engulf loki in the most bone-crushing hug he can muster (loki pretends to be annoyed but it really means the world to him)

b-15 and sylvie would be the couple getting drunk off their asses and creating chaos at the after party sdbkjsdljs they're happy for mobius and loki but at the same time....free cake and champagne? yeah they're already there. i don't think they'd cry but they would both get slightly emotional (considering the fact that they're probably already hungover) during the whole ceremony and would ABSOLUTELY cheer and whistle when mobius and loki kiss. they're wearing sunglasses because yeah. they're that cool SDKJDS mobius thinks that this is hilarious while loki doesn't quite understand it sjdsdh at the after party they are SHOVING cake into the married couples faces and killing it on the dance floor and by killing it i mean messy breakdancing, trying to recreate the spin from dirty dancing, and spilling champagne everywhere djsjskj i love them-

ravonna is happy for the two of them, congratulating mobius with a kind smile and pat on the shoulder (much more gentler than thor that big oaf) and the same to loki. honestly i think she would leave a little bit into the after party, she's not that big of a party animal, unlike bee and sylvie dskjsd. mobius and her would share a conversation for a little while before that, maybe having a drink or two while she watches mobius smile lovingly at loki awkwardly attempting to comfort a very emotional thor.

casey doesn't really know what this event is all about, ravonna tries her best to explain it to him, but he gets the hang of it pretty quickly. he would absolutely cry, blowing his nose a few times and going to mobius and loki at the end of the ceremony to give them both huge hugs. he fucks it up on the dance floor though i swear that man is a dancing machine sdjdsk when its mobius and loki's turns to slow dance together he is crying once again and grinning so widely at the lovely couple, he decides that he really likes weddings now and goes around asking everyone there when they're gonna get married sdjkdsj when he get's to bee and sylvie they just mumble drunkenly and laugh, but casey manages to find out that they got married about 3 years ago. well that's great!! ...but why wasn't he invited??? >:(

AHAHGGGHD OKAY soooo mobius is very nervous (not as nervous as loki that poor soul is practically vibrating in place) but he's constantly fiddling with things, his suit and hair, which he decided to let grow out a few weeks before the wedding and actually doesn't mind it too much. his silver hair is a little slicked back, his black suit has a few accents of blue here and there to match his eyes. at the ceremony, when loki walks out he is done for skjds like it's a miracle that his jaw didn't literally hit the floor. he's staring at loki the whole time absolutely smitten, eyes watery when he reads his speech and says his vows and when it's time to kiss the bride you bet your ass that he puts his whole fucking being into that kiss; grabbing loki's waist as loki wraps his arms around mobius' neck, smiling and laughing and crying into the kiss while they whisper two "i love you"'s that only they can hear between very needed breaths. it's beautiful. it's everything that mobius has every wanted, everything he's ever needed, and it's standing right in front of him. years and years of waiting and yearning and dreaming and the real thing couldn't be better. mobius gets drunk but not too much because he knows hes gonna need to keep an eye on loki dsjksd

AJHAGHD BITCH OKAY SO LOKI- this mf is wearing the most exquisite dress ever, it's white (surprising woah dskjsd) but it just suits him so well and everyone is awe struck when he walks down the aisle knowing that he looks like a fucking dream. sylvie and bee are whistling and clapping while he does and he just rolls his eyes (he loves them though sjdkhsj) during his own speech and vows he some how manages to keep his composure, his voice wavering here and there, but he loses it completely while mobius reads his speech and when it's time to put the rings on (as does mobius) AND SPEAKING OF THE RINGS BRO they are both pristine shining gold with engravings in the inside of the band that say "for all time, always." mobius' has a royal blue diamond while loki's diamond is a stunning emerald green. okok umm loki gets drunk also and it is the best because this motherfucker is the most cuddly needy drunk and mobius finds it so endearing. eventually mobius says his goodbyes with loki basically clinging onto him and makes sure to call them a cab because he is a responsible man thank you very much sjihsd.

UM YEAH AAGDHSJ THATS SO MUCH I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT!! those are mostly all of the hc's i can think of at the moment for a lokius wedding but if any of you guys have your own pls feel free to share!! thank you so much for the ask, lovely mutual <3333 mwah >:)

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girlgrouptrash101 · 6 years

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Dating Poly!MinkYebin

Request: “Can you do a poly headcannon for minkyebin (roa & rena from pristin) thank you!

“poly dating headcannon for minyebin pls”

A/N: i fucking love these two so much

- C

my ult pristin ship im excited

Roa and Rena both kinda fell for you at the same time

which they couldn’t help sharing with each other, being as close as they are

which caused a little bit of aggravation between the girls

but eventually they talked to you about it, and you guys came to the agreement of a polyamory relationship

which ended up being cute as hell

and all the Pristin members just watch your interactions with heart eyes

the PDA is relentless lbr

especially Rena

she will cuddle you and Roa anywhere and everywhere

whether it’s at home on a movie night

or some awkward stand-up cuddle when you’re trying to shop for clothes or groceries or something

speaking of grocery shopping,

you could be on a midnight snack adventure to your local supermarket and you just go to a different aisle for a second

and all of a sudden you just hear someone screaming “JAGIYA WHERE ARE YOU, DO YOU WANT ICE CREAM TOO!?” at the top of their voice

of course, it’s either Roa or Rena

they just don’t give a shit as long as they get the message to you lmao

sharing oversized hoodies is your favourite hobby

sometimes you could be wearing a huge hoodie and all of a sudden one of them manages to get inside with you and you’re like?? yep okay

I can’t begin to describe how fluffy this whole thing is like <3333 you know?

Roa tends to take the fuckboy role in the relationship tbh

Rena pretends to but lbr when Minkyung comes around she’s just as whipped as you are

endless flirting even though you guys are already together

they take so many pictures of everything

and they make you try all the new snapchat filters just so they can gush over you

also, lots of pictures of you sound asleep after a fun night ;)

they love to show you off to their members and make them jealous

well mostly Eunwoo, Kyulkyung and Yuha get jealous while the others just roll their eyes and carry on with their day

they tease you a lot, but it’s all out of love

you send each other those cute memes that are just like random pictures with hearts all over them (you know the ones i’m on about right??)

that’s usually what happens in your groupchat, or else you’re deciding where to get food

Roa is and always will be the big spoon, end of story

and lil Rena squishes in between you guys when you’re cuddling

where she just uses this convenient opportunity to kiss you and Roa whenever she feels like it

dates to street markets where you try a load of weird food and just have a good ol’ time

and buy each other cute things that make you all go uwu

Roa is always there to protecc you two, no matter what

but you and Rena take it upon yourselves to look after Roa too, and make sure her mind is always at ease and that she’s happy :)

which she appreciates so so so so much

overall lots of love and support from ur two fave gals ;)

NSFW From Here:

Rena and Roa??? get ready for a wild ride

they always want to initiate something with you like 25/8

and when Pristin V happened you snapped

and they were just shook by how you were all over them instead of the other way around

Roa fucking loves when you ride her face

and Rena loves watching

oof they’re so hot sorry

when you’re in public and one of them starts teasing you under the table

it happens waaaaay too often

they’re both pretty into trying new things

also, they have the cutest moans like wOw

they tease you like the morning crazy after

when you’re littered in hickeys and struggling to walk

but they will cuddle you for ages after, allowing you to recover from the eventful night before

wow i love them

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cometmedal · 6 years

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Shopping

- @sgtcalhouns

Tamora and Felix text each other back and fourth as Tamora heads out to pick up the groceries. (REAL WORLD AU)

"I'll be back soon."

Tamora tosses a small wave to her husband as she exits the house, and the door shuts behind her. She grips a large black duffel bag slung over her shoulder, and as she makes her way down the sidewalk, she shoves her hand into the bag and roots around until she finds and retrieves a small cellphone from the depths of the bag. It's nothing big and fancy, a simple Blackberry she carries on her person just in case she needs to text back home. Having it wasn't initially her choice, but in the age of having married the perpetually worried and somewhat clingy Felix, she knew it was in her best interest to hold some line of contact between herself and him on the off-chance she left his side.

As she turns the phone on, her attention is caught by the blink of a single red light on the top right side of the phone case, alerting her to a text notification. Already guessing the sender to be Felix, she hovers her finger over the screen and taps a button reading "SMS and Messages", which opens up her recently received texts. At the top of the list is a single entry from the man she suspected, entered in her phone contacts as simply "Felix". The message preview below his name reads;

Miss you already!

Tamora rolls her eyes and grins slightly. She taps the message notification and the message in full opens. From there, she pilots her finger to the envelope-shaped 'reply' button at the bottom left, and once tapped, it opens a text box and the keyboard. She begins to type.

i've only been gone less than five minutes. dork.

She turns her fingers to a button at the bottom middle of the phone, which opens up a menu. She taps an option reading 'Send' and the message reply sends. The messenger defaults back to the notification screen, which shows a new entry above Felix's notification under the name "Tamora Calhoun". The message has been successfully dispatched, and now it was only a matter of time before Felix replied back. Satisfied, Tamora turns her attention back up from the phone and continues on her way.

Two minutes pass and she begins to near a local convenience store. She looks back down to the little Blackberry and sees a new notification waiting for her, once again sent from Felix. She opens the message.

Worst five minutes of my life :( Are you almost there?

Tamora can't help but shake her head in vague amusement. She clicks the Reply button and begins to write a response.

you'll live. yeah, i'm almost there. will text you back when i get there.

She sends the message and decides to tuck the phone back into the duffel bag. She makes her way up to the convenience store and slips through the doors, and the cool gust of the air conditioning brushes against her bare shoulders. She doesn't much mind the chill as she pushes through a small crowd of folks gathering around the shopping cart line. Instead of pulling out a cart, she picks up a nearby shopping basket and hooks it in the crook of her arm. Once she has the basket handle locked firmly over her arm, she reaches down into the duffel bag and pulls out the phone. One missed message awaits her from Felix that reads,

Ok! Be careful <3

Once again, she clicks the reply button and begins to write a response.

OK i'm there. do you want anything?

Tamora lowers the phone, although she keeps it gripped in her hand as she begins to walk through the store. She's skimming through the frozen foods section when a small blinking red light in her hand catches her attention. As expected, a new message from Felix. She opens it.

My beautiful wife home safely <3333

She's slow to reply at first as she carefully reads over the message, admittedly more than once. A grin tugs at her lips as she taps the reply button.

that's sweet. but i meant food-wise.

One click of the send button and the message is sent out. Tamora continues to grin to herself as she turns back to skim through the aisle. Her eyes catch sight of her favorite TV dinner, and so she shoves the phone back into the duffel bag as she walks up to the freezer door and opens it. She pulls out three TV dinners and places them in the shopping basket. Shutting the freezer door behind her, she looks down to retrieve the phone from the bag once more and sees a reply from Felix, which she opens.

We're running low on spaghetti sauce so could you pick some up please? <3 I'm thinking a piping pot of spaghetti for supper tonight. Does that sound good?

Tamora thinks on the choice of spaghetti for dinner and decides it sounds pretty good. She would have to pick up some garlic bread fixings to go with it. She clicks the reply button and begins to tap out a reply.

sounds good short stack. anything else?

She sends the message, places the phone back in the bag and begins to walk out of the frozen food aisle. That previous message from Felix is still on her mind, but Tamora wouldn't admit to the fact it warmed her heart and threatened to make her blush as she weaved through passersby on her way to the breakfast aisle. She walks into the aisle and her eyes skim the shelves, and as she walks by, she picks up a few bits and bobs; a loaf of bread, a few boxes of cereal (she much rather preferred bran cereals and wheat thins, where as Felix was more partial towards sugary children's cereals -- she knew Lucky Charms were his favorite, so she picked up a box on her way through), a small box of granola bars, and two containers of chocolate milk mix. She places them in the basket and pulls the phone up to check her notifications. As expected, another notification awaited her courtesy of her husband. She opens it.

A jar of cherry preserve please! I'm thinking about cherry pie for dessert tonight :)

She should've expected it; the fact Felix would opt for pie for dessert, and the fact they apparently ran out of cherry preserve so fast thanks to his pie addiction. She snorts and goes to reply.

when aren't you thinking about pie? lol i can do that though. anything else?

Tamora walks out of the breakfast aisle with her bounty hooked in her arm. She walks aimlessly through the store until she spots the condiment aisle in the distance, and without a moment to waste, she makes her way into and down the aisle. It was impressive, how many types of sauces and condiments were lined across the many shelves, but none piqued her interest aside from a nearby collected line of fruit preserves, from which she plucks a jar of cherry. Into the basket it goes. A few steps forward later and she comes across a section shelving various types of pasta sauce. She reaches up for a jar, given no problem from the high shelf thanks to her height, and tucks it into the basket. Two more jars later and her basket is beginning to fill, so she decides it's about time to check out and leave. She secretly snags a bottle of hot sauce on her way out of the aisle.

Tamora makes her way to the self check-out aisle. She preferred self check-out to having to make awkward small talk with random cashiers. It was more convenient. She runs her groceries through the barcode scanner, and after entering the appropriate food-type categories for every item and the weight, the self check-out machine spits out a price. She reaches into the bag and pulls out a plain black wallet, opens it and takes out a red credit card. She slides it through the machine, enters her pincode and the money is subtracted from her card accordingly. She places the card back into the wallet and stuffs the wallet in the bag, and hurries to bag her groceries, slinging each bag over her arm.

As she walks out, Tamora unhooks the now empty shopping basket from her arm and places it back on the shelf beside the shopping cart line from whence she got it. She walks out through the exit door and reaches down into the bag, retrieving the phone and opening her notifications. Expectedly, there was one notification from Felix.

Aw I'm not always thinking about pie, I like cake too :( No, thank you! <33333

She's relieved knowing nothing else was on the list, as she didn't quite feel like going back for another basket-full of groceries. She doesn't reply back and instead places the phone back into the bag, satisfied with her haul, and makes her way back home. It takes her several minutes on foot, but as the sight of the couples' house nears, she wants nothing more than to get inside and flop down on the couch. As Tamora approaches closer, she spots a face peering through the curtains of the house back at her that she recognizes as Felix's. He smiles wide and waves at her from the window, and she smiles back in response. Pulling the bags further up her arm, Tamora picks up her pace and soon comes to rest on the doorstep, and reaches up to grab the doorknob when it wobbles before she even grabs hold of it. The door opens to the smiling face of her shorter husband on the other side.

"Welcome home, Ta-- mmph!"

Felix is cut off as Tamora suddenly leans down to capture his lips in a passionate kiss. He jolts at the sudden nature of this affection, but just as quickly grins into her mouth as he leans into the kiss. A few moments pass before Tamora pulls away, leaving him dazed and lovestruck. She smirks.

"Your beautiful wife is home."

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