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the-writer-arrived · 4 months

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Wedding Bells Underwater

Synopsis: after things have finally settled down in fontaine, wriothesley can finally fulfill the promise he made to avice and faissolle. watching their dream come true makes the duke think about his own future, one with you, he hopes.

Character: wriothesley.

Warnings: gn!reader; established relationship; spoilers for wriothesley's story quest.

A/N: i got so happy that they were included as a nice easter egg on wrio's birthday art 🥺

"...I'm sorry, you want me to do WHAT?"

"Help me organize Avice and Faissolle's wedding."

You stare dumbly at Wriothesley, the faint music coming from the gramophone the only sound in his office while you try to gather your thoughts. Has the workload finally taking its toll on him? Surely he knows that you have zero experience in organizing a wedding???

"It's nothing too complex like you're thinking. I just want you to act as a 'bridge' between the couple and me, since I have other matters regarding the Fortress and can't focus solely on them."

You make a 'ohhhh' expression, now understanding what is expected of you.

"Why didn't you say so from the very beggining?"

"Because I wanted to see what kind of face you'd make. And I must say, you never disappoint sweetheart."

Like the mature adult that you are, you decide to not say the snarky remark you thought and simply leave his office to look for the said couple.

(It's a lie, you stick out your tongue childishly and rushed out of the room before your lover considers cuffing you for disrespecting authority. Not that you would mind it that much).

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For someone who knew basically nothing about planning a wedding, you got into it pretty quickly... Maybe a bit too into it, if you were being honest.

The decorations, the location, the order of the events, the dress! Blame it on your perfectionist side, but really, after everything Avice and Faissolle went through in the Beret Society incident, they deserved a perfect wedding.

Even if it wasn't going to be a large scale event, due to all the limitations that comes with choosing the Fortress of Meropide as the venue and the couple's own wish for keeping it simple, there still was a lot of work to do. Knowing that, Wriothesley announced that those who help with the preparations would be awarded with double Credit Cupons. Suffice to say that you got all the workforce needed pretty quickly for the preparations to go smoothly.

After many meetings, headaches and shipment delays, you can now admire the results of yours, Wriothesley's and all the volunteers' hard work.

"Didn't know you had a secret talent for this. Ever considered changing careers?" The man beside you asks quietly while the bride and groom are giving their speech.

"Archons forbid! Do you have any idea how stressful that was? I have a newfound respect for professional wedding planners." You whisper back, remembering the way you basically passed out in bed the day before, all the stress and sleepless nights knocking you out.

Before he could say anything else, the spotlight shines above him and all the guests turn to look at your table.

"Your Grace, words are not enough to properly thank you for everything you've done for us. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be standing here and be able to call Avice my wife." Faissolle's words falter, him and his bride trying hard to control the tears. Wriothesley smiles at them, raising his glass in appreciation for their words.

"Of course, we can't forget the one responsable for turning our ideas into reality." The spotlight is now shining on you as well and you feel your face warming at the sudden attention. "Thank you so much for creating such an incredible wedding for us, we'll never forget this day."

Everyone raises their glasses in a toast for the newlyweds, cheers running through the crowd of guests when the couple finishes their speech.

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"...A penny for your thoughts, Your Grace? Or does it require Credit Cupons as well?"

You nudge your lover's arm to get his attention, seeing his faraway look.

"Oh yes, at least 500 Credit Cupons for such information." He chuckles when you roll your eyes. A beat of silence falls and you wait patiently for him to continue, if he wishes to do so. "I was just thinking that, in all the years I've been in the Fortress, I've never imagined I'd one day have it decorated for a wedding, of all things."

Wriothesley's eyes run along the tables of guests, the other former members of the Beret Society and others who became friends with Faissolle and Avice, all smiling happily and having a good time. A peculiar sight to see when you remember this merry ceremony is taking place inside a prison.

His attention returns to you at the feeling of your hand slipping into his, fingers entwining themselves with his easily like two puzzle pieces.

"That means all of your hard work is bearing fruit. The Fortress of Meropide can also be a place of good memories and new beginnings. The proof of that is right in front of you."

The Duke knows you must have meant the event, but, to him, his good memories and new beginning are you, always have and hopefully always will be.

Throughout the process of organizing the wedding, Wriothesley had wondered what kind of ceremony you would wish for. A big and impressive one? Or maybe a more low-key one, with just your close friends and family? What kind of attire would you like to wear? From Chioriya Boutique, of course, nothing but the best for his darling in their special day.

"Everyone! I'm going to throw the bouquet now!" The bride announces, causing a buzz among the excited guests.

"So? Should we go too?" Your boyfriend asks with a smirk and a playful glint in his eyes.

"Why not? Since we're here, we might as well have the full experience!"

There's already a crowd gathered in front of Avice when you and Wriothesley decide to join them. You both don't really mind though, choosing to stay at the back and observe the enthusiasm of others.

One could think it's funny how excited someone could be at the chance of getting the bride's bouquet, a chance of getting married in the future. Or maybe, it's not about marriage at all, but actually for the idea of having a better future after their sentence time is fulfilled.

Or maybe it's all just a projection of the Duke's own feelings about this.

...Who knew a celebration like this would make him think about things he's never considered before?

He shakes his head to clear his mind. You both weren't there to try and catch the bouquet for real, so there's no need to think too deeply about it.

Unbeknownst to him, fate had other plans.

It all happens too fast. At one moment, you watch Avice throw the flowers high into the air; at the next, you feel someone bump into you from behind, causing you to stumble forward. Thanks to Wriothesley's quick reflexes, he manages to prevent your fall by wrapping a strong arm around your waist. And then, you find yourself staring at the bouquet that had landed right into your arms.

What in the world?!

"Ohhhh they caught it!"

"Man, I wanted that bouquet..."

"Does that mean we're going to hear news about the Duke's wedding soon?!"

"It's about time for His Grace to tie the knot!"

The comments, cheers and the sheer craziness of this unexpected twist makes you laugh, both in embarrasment and disbelief.

In amidst of all the excitement around you both, Wriothesley can't help but think that that must have been Celestia's sign for him to stop wasting time and go after the bright future that awaits him.

Now, what would be the best ring to buy for his future spouse?

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therhythmafterthesummer · 2 months

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The Wedding Planners (M) ~Changbin

Pairing: Werewolf!Changbin x Werewolf!F.Reader Themes: Fantasy/Supernatural AU | Smut | Fluff | Established Relationship Word Count: ~3k | AO3 Synopsis: Planning a wedding was way more stressful than Changbin could’ve ever expected. It seemed so easy at first, like all that was needed was to fulfil a checklist and call it a day, but he realised very quickly that there was a reason for the concept of bride and groomzilla to have been created. [This story is an instalment of my WereRoomies series]. Warnings: mentions of arguments (but it's fine. this is all soft) · graphic depictions of intercourse (smut warnings under the cut).

Author’s Note: this was originally going to be a drabble inspired by an ask that an anon sent. however, i felt like moving a bit of the story forward with it, so i upgraded it :^) hope you enjoy!

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors please do not interact.

Changbin’s WereRoomies Instalments: Finding Comfort in Autumn · Heat · The Love I Always Dreamt Of · The Wedding Planners.

Smut Warnings: unprotected penetration [piv] · creampie · fingering [F.Rec] · oral [F.Rec] · cum-eating/snowballing

Disclaimer: the story presented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

Planning a wedding was way more stressful than Changbin could’ve ever expected. It seemed so easy at first, like all that was needed was to fulfil a checklist and call it a day, but he realised very quickly that there was a reason for the concept of bride and groomzilla to have been created.

Changbin was a perfectionist to a fault, and so were you. This combination was a recipe for disaster… ‘You want those flowers? Are you serious? Do you even want to get married?’, ‘That tablecloth fabric is atrocious, I can’t believe you’d choose such a thing!’, ‘If there aren’t exactly eight flowers in each table arrangement we can’t even call this a wedding’…

It didn’t matter who said what, both you and Changbin had become absolutely insufferable beings. Not only to each other, but to the people around you as well. Which was why, by the nth month of you both planning your wedding, you’d very smartly agreed to create a proper system, name your must-haves and your absolutely-nots, and to fully hand over all duties to a wedding planner, your bridesmaids, and his groomsmen–who had also agreed it was the best choice for everyone’s sanity.

It’d been the best decision you both could’ve taken, since petty arguments over locations and flowers and tablecloths were most certainly taking a toll in your household’s dynamic.

Finally, after months, Changbin and you had returned to acting like your normal selves again, and he’d figured, what better way to celebrate this regained freedom than to take his beloved fiancé on an escapade to the mountains?

Changbin was a man of luxury, he was well aware of this. When it came to his loved ones, he spared nothing. So renting a cabin in the middle of the woods for five days and four nights was an insignificant expense when it meant he could spend all that time with you. A time where he wasn’t Changbin the engineer, nor the right hand of an Alpha wolf, nor the groom in a wedding that would soon take place…

It was a time solely reserved for him to be himself, for him to be your mate and fiancé, your future husband, and for you to be his future wife.

His wife…

Every time he thought about it, he felt giddy, he just had to admit it.

It was just a title, of course. He didn’t love you any less when you were ‘just’ his girlfriend, nor would he love you any differently when you’d legally become his wife, but he still liked the way it sounded. Not only that, but you liked the way it sounded.

Every time he called you his wife, he could just hear the way your heart rate spiked, he could see the big smile on your face…

But, oh, boy… When you called him your husband?

Changbin always felt like he was the luckiest man in the world, like he was ready to run a marathon or become the next Ninja Warrior.

You were mates, yes. You had mated long ago, and although he was very satisfied with this, the idea of being your husband did things to him. Maybe it was the fact that he spent a lot of his time surrounded by humans, but the prospect of being legally tied to you in their world made his heart swell in his chest.

When you’d arrived earlier than expected to the main lodge three days ago, you’d proudly told the receptionist that ‘My husband has made a reservation for one of your cabins. Do you know if it’s already available?’ he couldn’t keep the grin off his face, nor did he want to.

These three days had been absolutely amazing. You’d had the opportunity to go on runs through the woods together, to stuff yourselves full of delicious food, to have couple massages, and to huddle yourselves inside this cosy cabin to escape the outside world.

The fireplace radiated warmth, which was more than appreciated during these cold months. The gentle crackling produced by it was an immensely relaxing background noise. The fairy lights and many candles distributed throughout the cabin covered the inside of your little safe haven with the gentlest light, and, truly, this was probably the most relaxed Changbin had felt in months.

Especially now, when he could feel your nails digging on his forearms, when your delighted moans joined the sounds of your bodies colliding and the wood burning in the fireplace.

“B–Binnie, b–bunny, b–baby–”

Oh, you were already dropping the Three Bs on him, and that only made him want to rail you more.

Yes, Changbin was usually the more submissive one in the bedroom, that was no secret to either of you, but sometimes, the alpha in him just wanted to satisfy you, just like the omega in you wanted to be satisfied…

Was there a better way to do that than to have you in a mating press right there by the fireplace?

There just wasn’t.

“Hm?” He grasped at the soft faux-fur rug under you, trying to ground himself. If he focused too much on the vice-grip of your cunt, or the blissed-out expression on your face, he’d just come.

He was so fucking close… He’d been for a while now, but he was enjoying himself too much, he just needed to prolong this for as long as possible. It wasn’t like he couldn’t have you like this again later, on the contrary, he was sure he was going to, but he was horny and an idiot and you felt so good and the sound of the dainty ‘C’ charm on your anklet tinkling next to his ear was just so enticing…

“You’re so–Fuck…–you’re so good, b–baby…” Even if you were looking at him, your eyes had lost focus a long time ago. If he looked hard enough, he could’ve sworn your blown pupils had taken the shape of two cute little hearts. “I love you, love you…”

You repeated yourself over and over again, and Changbin couldn’t help but swear under his breath. He took your calves off of his shoulders and leaned into you so he could hold you close. With an arm under your neck and his forearm planted on the floor for stability, he resumed his steady pace. “Lo–love you, too… Love you, pup…”

Your quiet whimpers so close to his ear were bringing him to the edge at an alarming rate, and he was incapable of keeping his own moans in check with how aggressively his insides were burning up.

“Fuck, baby, I’m so, so, so fucking close…” He mumbled against your hair, speeding the movement of his hips and increasing the strength of his thrusts.

“Yes! Please, please come… Want–Binnie, I want your puppies so badly, please–!”

His brain fogged up immediately, and he started to feel dizzy. “Yeah? My wife wants to be full of my pups?”

“Fuck, yes!” You dug your nails on his buttocks, and the sting alone almost made him blow. “Please, please, my– my alpha, my husband–”

“Oh, shit–!”

An animalistic growl resonated throughout the small cabin when he came. The sound quickly turned into desperate moans as he kept fucking bucket-loads of his cum into your hole. He was too far gone, too overcome with pleasure and warmth.

He didn’t stop moving until your slick walls had milked every single drop he had to offer, and even then, he kept pumping himself into you, just to make sure…

Well, it wasn’t like you’d be getting pregnant, since your birth control had been very efficiently doing its job for months and months now, but his instincts didn’t care about that. All his inner wolf cared about was to try his best for it to stick.

It wasn’t until the mild sting of overstimulation started to settle in that he pulled his cock out, but swiftly replaced it with two of his fingers before he was moving down your body and attaching his lips to your puffy clit.

Oh, how heavenly it felt when he had you in his mouth… When you grasped at his hair and started gasping because of his tongue. His ears were still ringing, and he was still dizzy, but he needed to make you come, too. He was dying to feel you clamp around his fingers and hear you moan his name over and over again.

“O–oh, Changbin, fuck–!”

More.

He needed more.

Before he knew it, he was sucking and licking your clit like a starved man, fucking you with his fingers to stimulate that area within your walls that had your thighs trembling around his head and your grip on his hair tightening.

And, of course, you gave him more. Every moan, every sigh, every whimper was either a pet name, or a version of his name, or just a sound of pure pleasure and he was on absolute cloud nine.

“Bun–bunny, I’m coming–”

Changbin could barely perceive the sounds coming out of his throat. He’d been groaning and moaning against your folds since he’d settled camp here. But when your walls started fluttering deliciously around his fingers, you managed to pull another growl out of him, and your whole body just trembled in response.

He stopped lapping at your clit when you’d patted his head with a whine. Pulling out his fingers, he revelled in the creamy mix of your climaxes coating his digits. His eyes found yours before he brought them to his mouth and sucked them clean.

Your breath hitched in your throat, and you bit on your bottom lip as a smile started to spread across your face. Changbin loved to see that twinkle in your eye, to hear your body’s responses to him and his actions. They always made him feel proud of himself, and like you were the only person in this world for him.

He supposed you were.

Never had he romantically loved someone this much, and at this point, he didn’t want to love anyone else romantically like this ever again. For him, it was just you. Every day, he was reminded that he was ready to spend the rest of his life with you.

As soon as he noticed his cum starting to spill out of your cunt, he immediately started cleaning you up with his tongue. He made sure to collect as much as he could in his mouth before he pressed a final, tender kiss to your clit and made his way up your body again.

With a satisfied sigh and your fingers buried in his hair, you pulled him in, sealing your mouths in a sloppy, loving kiss that had his brain almost disintegrating in his skull.

Changbin let his weight fall on you, and you simply wrapped your limbs around his body and squeezed him tight.

As the kiss slowed down and turned to tender pecks, Changbin hummed, pleased. Not only because of the body-rocking orgasm he’d just had, but because he was just so incredibly in love with you.

When he pulled away and his eyes found yours, he couldn’t help but appreciate how the reflection of the fairy lights sparkled in your eyes. His cheeks heated up at the sight, and a small giggle escaped his mouth before he was pressing another brief kiss on your lips.

“Y’know”, you mumbled, burying your fingers in his hair when he shuffled a bit so he could lay his head on your chest. “Coming here was an excellent idea”.

“Mmm… Of course. It was my idea”, Changbin laughed when you pulled on his hair at his comment, and pressed a kiss to your chest right after.

“Duh, what would we do without your huge brain, Bin”.

He pulled himself away from your chest and planted both hands next to your head to look down at you. “I don’t appreciate the hints of sarcasm in that sentence, puppy”.

He was, of course, joking. The splitting smile on his face was a great indicator of that. The comment made you chuckle.

“Me? Being sarcastic about these things? Never”, a smile tugged at your lips, and you brought your hands to hold his waist. “But seriously, though. I couldn’t even recognise myself the last few months… It’s been awful”.

“It really has been. I couldn’t recognise myself, either. I’m really happy we can be here together. It’s like our pre-honeymoon!”

“Oh, my God, the honeymoon…” You sighed dreamily, squeezing his sides. “We’re really gonna be gone for two whole weeks…”

“Mm. Two whole weeks of you, me, and all those tourist traps we’re gonna visit”.

“All those tourist traps we’re gonna visit as husband and wife”, you giggled, wrapping your arms around his middle. “I can’t wait”.

“Me neither”, Changbin didn’t think he could smile any wider. The thought genuinely made him so, so happy, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to contain all these feelings within himself for long. “Anyway, how d’you feel about a warm bath?”

“That is another amazing idea for sure”, you chuckled, hanging onto Changbin with all of your limbs so he could stand up from the floor with you wrapped around him.

That warm bath was absolutely lovely. The way you caressed his hair and lovingly left trails of kisses on his face, arms, and shoulders had his heart swelling with adoration. Plus, getting to pamper you as well always left his inner wolf with a metaphorical wagging tail, so he stepped out of that bathroom feeling light, like he was walking on clouds.

With your bodies dry and fluffy robes over your frames, Changbin held onto you from behind as you both waddled back to the fireplace so you both could lay down again.

He tried his best to choose a clean spot before he dropped a cushion on the floor for him to lay his head on, and pulled you into his arms. On the very first night here, you’d both mutually decided that you didn’t care about paying the extra cleaning fees for this rug…

Changbin exhaled a satisfied sigh once you had buried your face in his neck and hugged him close.

You inhaled deeply, almost dreamily, and the tender kiss you left on his pulse point had a small smile appearing on his face.

“I really do love your scent…” You mumbled, letting your lips graze against his skin with every word. “I never thought I’d find so much comfort in an alpha’s scent. But yours is just so… ugh, I just looove it”.

Changbin could feel heat creep on his face, making him blush, and since words failed him, he just pressed a loud kiss on your forehead to show some appreciation for your words.

“I was thinking…” You mumbled after a while, cuddling closer to his side and draping a leg over his torso.

“Mm?”

“Y’know… About puppies…”

Changbin’s ears perked up, and his heart did a flip in his chest. “…Yeah?”

“D’you think Chris would have any problems if another couple in the pack had pups first?” You mumbled, tracing shapes with your index finger on his clothed chest.

What an interesting question… Would Chris have any problems with that?

He was The Alpha of their pack, their leader, and tradition dictated that the alpha must be the first one to reproduce and bring pups to the pack. However… Chris wasn’t particularly traditional.

Chris had never really enforced anything on their packmates other than a few barely existing rules here and there, not only that but he had a human mate–yes, yes, he hadn’t claimed his girlfriend yet, but there was no doubt in Changbin’s mind that his dear best friend was going to do it at some point anyway. As far as Changbin had seen, having a human mate meant that their relationship would definitely go at a much slower pace than it’d go between werewolves.

Knowing Chris, and knowing his girlfriend, he was sure there wouldn’t be pups from them coming anytime soon.

“Chris… I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t mind”, Changbin said after a while, caressing your hair. “I could be mistaken… To be honest, I’m not, but I could be, so it’s something you could always ask him if you’re curious… Why?”

You hummed in response, and remained silent for a bit. Your hand slipped into his robe, and the shapes you’d been tracing over the fluffy fabric were now leaving a fiery trace on the skin of his chest, right over his heart.

Puppies… Changbin had thought about puppies before. Years ago, he would’ve never imagined himself as a father. He was a wreck, he didn’t have the emotional maturity to care for a child in the way they needed. Back then, that was… Nowadays, though…

“Would you… would you like to try for puppies?”

Your voice startled him. It went through his eardrum and spread all over his body, reaching his heart to accelerate its pumping. Puppies… Your puppies…

Changbin pulled himself away from you a bit, enough so he could prop himself on his elbow and look you in the eyes. You were looking straight at him, but he could tell you were nervous about what you were asking, and he realised then that he’d been quiet for a bit too long.

“Yes”.

“Yes?” The shock in your voice almost made him laugh. Were you doubting it?

“Of fucking course, puppy. Have our own litter?” He was almost shaking with excitement at the thought. “It’s like a dream. Our puppies, you and I…”.

A bright smile made its way onto your face, and in no time, you had straddled his waist and started peppering kisses on his cheeks, making him giggle.

“Our puppies, you and I…” You repeated, just before you planted a loud, wet kiss on his lips. “It really does sound like a dream”.

Well, nowadays, Changbin believed he could be a parent, especially if it involved you.

It seemed like that honeymoon was not only gonna be spent as a husband and wife visiting tourist traps, but also mating like dogs until that dream became a reality. It was very clear that you were both absolutely looking forward to it.

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sturniozo · 3 months

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In The Shadows II

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“But why do you have to leave the country?” My boyfriend, Luke asks. He’s been my boyfriend for two years. I haven’t told him about what I do, how could I?

“I told you, it’s a work thing.” I say as I continue to pack my suitcase.

“What does a planner at a stock company need to do in Switzerland?” Luke sits in the bed next to my suitcase.

“It’s not really something I can discuss.” I put the last few things in my suitcase.

“You’re not doing something illegal, are you?” Luke asks as he looks me in the eyes.

I take a breath. “No, of course not.” I say as I close my suitcase.

“You don’t tell me anything!” He groans and lays on the bed.

“You’re acting like a child.” I set the suitcase down on the floor.

“Why Switzerland? Why so far? How long will you be gone?”

“It’s for an important client, and it might be a while.”

“Give me your best guess.”

“Three months?” I shrug. That’s the average amount of time it takes for something like this.

“What kind of stock has clients that need you to go across the world for them for three months?” Luke asks, starting to raise his voice.

“It’s not something I can discuss, Luke.” I sit down next to him on the bed.

“What about me? How am I gonna live?”

“It’s not like my bank account goes with me. You can still use your card to my account.” Luke has no job. He got fired from his job at a computer store for playing video games on the new ministers instead of doing his job. It’s been 16 months since he was fired. It’s the main reason he moved in with me, since he lost his apartment. Now I solely take care of everything while he plays video games all day.

Not that I mind, I make more than enough for the both of us. Although, he doesn’t exactly know that. He thinks I make a regular salary, because that’s what I put into the bank account I created just to get him off my back about having a card for my bank account. Every two weeks I add a regular amount to the account to make him think I got paid.

At first I thought it was a mistake. Every time I “got paid” he’d spend all the money on something stupid. It didn’t actually matter, but I had to make him think it did or else he’d get suspicious about what I really do for a living.

“Yeah but isn’t there inflation difference between America and Switzerland? What if you spend all the money on a coffee or something and I’m left broke?” Luke asks.

I sigh. “It’s all paid for by the client, you don’t have to worry about that.”

A private jet. I stare at the plane as the worker load suitcases and boxes of items onto the plane. I don’t even know what’s in the boxes, just things my father decided I needed for my cover.

I look through the folder my father gave me, exposing my contract and my cover. I’m to pose as a newlywed woman with my husband, Matt. I roll my eyes just at the thought.

My dad bought a house in Switzerland under our fake identities, so the things in the boxes must be what we’re moving into the house. Our cover is art. We need to go to Finley Wilson for art to decorate our new home with. We need to befriend him, and find who he’s closest to, who he loves the most, and report back to dad.

I put the folder back into my purse and board the plane. Matt’s already there, drinking the scotch, I didn’t expect any different. I set my purse down in a seat and sit down.

“How was the drive?” Matt asks while pouring another glass of scotch. He hands it to me and I only set it to the side, ignoring it completely.

“We’re only fake married, I’d prefer it if we didn’t talk outside of what we have to keep our cover, thank you.” I pull out the folder to read up on Finley Wilson.

“The best assassins keep up their cover even in private.” Matt says before taking a drink of his scotch.

“We haven’t even officially started our cover, so I don’t need to speak to you at all. As far as I’m concerned, until we leave American soil, we’re still just y/n l/n and Matthew Sturniolo.”

Matt stays silent for a moment. He shifts in his seat and looks over at me. “You’re very interested in the case file.” He says, breaking the silence.

“The best assassins study up on their cover and their hit before going in.” I say without looking up from the file.

Matt rolls his eyes. “It’s a long flight, we should go over the specifics of our relationship.”

“We’re a newlywed couple, just bought a house in Switzerland and we were looking to decorate it with art when we heard about Mr. Wilson’s collection.”

“Yeah, but how did we meet? What made you fall for me?” Matt smirks and leans back in his seat.

“What’s not to fall for? The lack of empathy or the inevitable betrayal?” I glare at him for a moment before looking back at the file.

“Is this about Montana? Y/n, that was five years ago!”

“Oh, was it? And what’s your excuse for never calling? For never explaining? Maybe it was because you knew there was nothing to explain. You’re just an ass who only cares about himself.” I snap at him.

Matt closes his mouth and leans back in his seat. He twirls the scotch around in his glass before looking at mine, still full from when he poured it. “Still not a drinker, huh?” He asks with a light laugh.

“Nope.” I say sternly, still reading over the case file.

The sound of the intercom goes off and the pilot says “This is your pilot, captain Jones, telling you to prepare for take off in five minutes.”

Matt smiles at me. “Well, Mrs. Sturniolo.” He moves to the seat next to mine. “Let’s see our new home, shall we?”

“We haven’t left American soil yet, Matt.” I set down the file. “Besides, I have a boyfriend.”

“Oh you do? I thought you were scared of commitment. Who’s the lucky guy?” Matt asks with a laugh.

“You’ve met him, actually.”

“I have?” Matt looks at me confused before it dawns on him. “Oh, god. Don’t tell me it’s Luke Pelton.”

“What’s wrong with Luke?” I ask.

“He’s a fucking moocher. He got fired from what, two jobs before the computer store job he had when I knew him. Does he even still have that job?”

“Well, no-“

“Jesus, how many jobs has he had since then?” Matt laughs.

“None, he lives with me and I got everything.” I shrug.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously, and what’s wrong with that? For years women did the housework while men were the breadwinners, I don’t see anything wrong with the roles being reversed.”

“Does he do the housework, though? Because that would be a surprise!” Matt laughs again.

I roll my eyes and look out the window, clenching my jaw to keep quiet. He’s right, Luke doesn’t do the housework. He doesn’t do anything. But I don’t mind it.

“What does he think you do anyway?” Matt asks while taking a drink of his scotch.

“He thinks I’m a planner is stocks.” I shrug.

“And he’s dumb enough to believe that? Where did you say you were going?”

“Switzerland.”

Matt’s jaw drops. “You told him the truth?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I? I didn’t tell him what I was really doing.”

“And if someone wanted information out of him?”

I laugh. “It’s fine.”

“I suppose you’re right. Anyone who does any research on that man will figure out that he’s got a pea brain.”

I throw the scotch glass Matt had given me at him and it breaks against the wall. “Hey!” Matt yells. “That’s $8k scotch!”

“Don’t fucking talk about Luke like that.” I spit at Matt.

He raises his hands in surrender and sits back in his seat. The plane starts moving and Matt just smirks at me. “Now, now you’re Mrs. Sturniolo.”

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messers-moony · 10 months

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Lukewarm Coffee | T.D

Pairing: Tim Drake X Fem!Reader

Summary: All Tim wants is a breath of fresh air, and after seventeen years, he gets one.

Word Count: 1.0K

He felt like a lukewarm cup of coffee.

It wasn’t quite hot enough to be enjoyable, but it wasn’t cold enough either. His planner sat open on the table in front of him. Notes were scattered throughout the little box on the left. Things were written over other scribbles, and each day had a plethora of words within the small boxes. They really need to make these little things bigger for people with a lot of shit to do.

Tim sighed. His pen in his hand had somehow been taken apart. He figured he must have done it without paying attention. There was black ink all over the wooden table, and he grabbed a napkin to hide the mess he had created. All the napkin did was smear it even further. It was a lost cause. He grabbed another pen from his bag and put it carefully next to the spiral agenda.

The window was nice, in any case. It was a rare sunny day in Gotham, and its light was coming through the window onto Tim’s lap. He was always cold, so it felt nice against his black pants. It brightened up his already pale complexion and made his features seem sharper than they were. His pen tapped against the book, and his teeth caught his lower lip. It had taken him no time to leave the Manor today.

He felt guilty. Granted, he always felt guilty, but more so, especially after last night’s fight. He didn’t know where he had gone wrong. Tim had tried so hard to be the big brother that Dick always was to him, that Jason was to him now. Damian never budged. It was the degrading comments, pretending he wasn’t there, constantly trying to compete with him. Finally, Tim had said something, and everything had just unraveled. The ball of twine was finally in a heap of string on the floor.

Bruce had given Tim that disappointing look, and that was all it had taken. Everything was his fault, and he knew that, but he didn’t understand. So Tim took all his belongings and placed them in a backpack except his laptop, which he worked on until morning. When the clock hit seven, he got dressed, grabbed his bag, and promptly left the Manor without another word.

There was a nice coffee shop near Wayne Enterprises that he had always wanted to try. Tim opened the door to hear a little ding and found a booth in the furthest corner of the shop. Before heading in that direction, he asked and paid for a black coffee with two extra espresso shots. The girl smiled and complied. He placed his bag on his right, closest to the window, and unpacked all his belongings. His coffee sat on his right, with steam flowing from the cup into the air.

He looked down at the clock to see he had been sitting there for three hours. His computer screen had Microsoft Word pulled up with case notes from suspicious activity near Crime Alley that Jason had asked him to look into. Jason was concerned that kids were being taken from the streets and used for something. Tim was about to continue when a girl slid into the seat in front of him.

“Hello,” She seemed shy, “I’m here with my friends, and they dared me to come speak to you.”

Tim almost snorted because, of course, he was always on the brunt of a joke, “Well, you’ve spoken to me, so.”

“That came off wrong. I’m sorry.” She apologized, and Tim tilted his head slightly, “I thought you were cute, and I didn’t have the nerve to come up to you without some form of peer pressure.”

“Oh,” He felt the blush creeping up his cheeks, “I’m- I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to be rude then. I’ve just had a rough night.”

She chuckled, “I can tell. You have ink all over your hand, cheek, and jaw.”

Tim felt himself smile, “What’s your name?”

“Y/n. And yours?”

“Tim.”

“It’s wonderful to meet you, Tim.”

The blush crept further up his neck, “You too, Y/n.”

He didn’t know what to say. He had never really been in this position before. It was always girls coming up to Dick or Jason. They had always seemed to know what to say and how to act, but all Tim felt was nervousness about doing or saying something wrong. He didn’t want to scare her away. She seemed kind, and her body language was open, which meant that maybe she actually had some interest in him. Her eyes seemed interested, and she didn’t look scared and-

A hand was on his cheek, and something wet was on his other cheek. Tim snapped back into reality to see her leaning over the table. One hand was cupping his cheek, and the other had a wipe of some kind, slowly taking the black smudges off his cheek. His cheeks and ears burned bright red. He was able to better examine her from here. Y/n’s eyes were kind, and her lips were tilted in a subtle smile.

She pulled back too soon for Tim’s liking. She showed him the now grey-looking wipe, “Sorry, it was driving me crazy. I hope I didn’t cross any boundaries.”

“No- No!” Tim stuttered, “You didn’t. Um, thank you.”

Y/n smiled, and it made him feel at home. For once, he didn’t feel overwhelming stress on his shoulders. He didn’t think about Damian hating him, Bruce’s disappointed look, Jason’s glare whenever he thought Tim wasn’t looking, or Dick’s look of pity that he felt he could hide. For once, all he saw was kindness, interest, and admiration. It was a breath of fresh air, and he never intended to let it go.

“Would your friends mind if you ditched them?”

“If they did, why would that matter?” She had a look of mischief on her face, “They’re the ones who did this. Plus, I’d much rather sit here with you than them.”

He smiled, “I’ll go buy you a coffee.”

Tim slid out of the booth as she recited her coffee order—an order he would never forget again.

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Hiya! Not sure if you’ve answered something like this before, but if you feel comfortable answering, I’m wondering what tips you might have for writers with ADHD/ADD.

I haven’t been able to write well for years and thought it was laziness/lack of self-discipline, but it very well could be that my brain just wants to work a certain way and I didn’t know about it.

Of course, there’s no “one-fits-all” answer, but some ideas about where to start the journey of understanding what works for oneself would be nice.

Thanks!

Writing with ADHD

There are three sub-types of ADHD (inattentive/formerly ADD, hyperactive, and combined), so tips depend somewhat on which type you have. As luck would have it, I'm combined type, so I have tips for both. (And these tips can be helpful even for writers who don't have ADHD but still struggle with keeping their butts in the seat...)

Writing with Inattentive ADHD

My biggest struggle with writing is difficulty staying focused and getting sidetracked easily. Here are the things I do to work around that:

Dedicated Writing Time/Place - I'm fortunate to have a writing room with a desk, but even if you don't, just having a dedicated space for when you write can be really helpful. It also helps to make sure your chosen writing spot is tidy and free from built-in distractions, like people traffic or a distracting view. And, if you can aim for the same general writing time each day, that can help train your mind to go into writing mode when you sit down to write.

Minimize Distractions - this is a "must do" for me when I sit down to write. Phone goes on silent, no TV, no music with lyrics, no social media, and if it's a busy day outside I close the shades and put on headphones. Also, nicely ask anyone else in the house not to distract you during your writing session.

Regulating with a Timer - When I'm really struggling, I've found that timers are very helpful in keeping me on track. If I need to stop to research something along the way, I set the timer for 10-minutes. If I can't find out what I need to know in that time, I note it for later research and keep going with a placeholder. I'll also set the timer for breaks, writing sprints, or anything that might pull me off course.

Scene Lists & Timelines - Having a scene list to follow was a real game changer for me early on in novel writing endeavors. When I start to feel my mind wander, just putting my eyes on the scene list to see where I'm supposed to be and where I'm supposed to be heading can be enough to get me back on track. Checking off each scene and plot point along the way makes it more task-driven which also seems to help keep me on track. You could do this with a timeline, too. And even if you're not a planner but like to write organically, you can still keep kind of a general scene list or timeline to keep you on course.

Writing with Hyperactive ADHD

My biggest struggle with the hyperactive side of my ADHD is fighting the constant need to get up and be anywhere but in my chair typing. I've actually been working on this post for an hour because I haven't done any of my safeguards, so I've been out of this chair probably 20 times since I hit the answer button. Here's what I could have done to prevent this...

Start Writing on a Full Stomach - Nothing gets me out of my chair more often when I'm writing than feeling like I'm hungry. So, I get up, eat a small snack. Sit down and type for a few minutes. Then decide I need another small snack. Whether you write after you've eaten a meal, sit down to write with something to drink and munch on, or just make sure you've got your big water bottle there, eliminating hunger pains as a reason to get up makes all the difference.

Do Writing Sprints - Set a timer for anywhere from five minutes to an hour, and write as much as you can during that time without stopping to edit or evaluate your work. Writing sprints are a great way to focus your energy to make sure writing is getting done. Five-minute intervals work great for me, but sometimes I can do ten-minute intervals. When the timer goes off, I set it again and get up to do a few things like stretch or get something to drink. Preferably anything that won't take longer than the timer or snowball into something else. This way, if I'm only writing for an hour I still get a solid 30-minutes of writing in even if I'm up and out of my chair every five minutes.

Keep a Basket of Fidget Toys - This doesn't always work for me, but sometimes it helps to have something to fidget with during the moments when I pause to think. Thinking putty, fidget spinners, stress balls... Anything you can do for a second while you're thinking and immediately put back down. That way you don't get up out of your seat looking for something to direct that energy toward.

Speech to Text App - If you really need to be up and moving, try getting a speech to text app for your phone and writing your story verbally while you do other things.

I hope that these tips will help you be able to sit down and start writing again. If you need ideas for exactly how to outline your story or general ideas for how to get started, see my guide to How to Outline a Plot as well as my Plot & Story Structure master list of posts.

Best wishes on your ADHD writing journey! ♥

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holdmytesseract · 5 months

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The Baby Fever Wedding...

moodboard by @mochie85 divider by @fictive-sl0th

Baby Fever Crew and fellow readers... It's time to assemble, because I'm searching for some helpers, who are interested in becoming my fellow wedding planner!

Huge thanks to @muddyorbsblr ! She helps me coordinate all this a lil' bit and is my right-hand woman. 💖 Also, kudos to @lokisgoodgirl , who gave me the idea to do little tasks. (I know, it's been months ago since we talked about this, but nevertheless... Thank you, friend!) 🩵

And this is how it works...

How to participate...

If you are interested and want to sign up to this, just leave a comment on this post. That's all!

How do I choose my helpers?

That depends. I have 14 tasks. If just enough people sign up for this (not more or less than 14), you'll definitely be chosen. If more people want to participate, I'm going to put all names in a pot and randomly draw 14 names, so a bit of luck is needed.

What awaits you if you get chosen...

I'm going to give you a little task, in order to help me organize Y/N's and Loki's wedding. For example: Design the wedding rings or choose the flowers. You have enough time to think about it and tell me what you want. I am going to write it.

Rules & Other information...

Please only comment once. Makes things easier for me.

Please be patient. This is a huge project for me and I never did something like this before, so...

You are allowed to name two tasks in your comments, which you'd like to be assigned with. I can't promise that it's going to work out for you, but I'll try to have consideration for it!

Example: @ holdmytesseract Wedding rings & flowers

You have three days to sign up, so no pressure!

If you have questions, please send me an ask or a DM! Don't be shy!

And these are the tasks...

Design the wedding rings!

Choose Y/N's wedding dress, shoes and jewelry!

How should Loki's suit look like?

And how his armour?

Their hairstyle. (Do they need a new hairstyle or even a haircut?)

Y/N's bridesmaids (Natasha, Wanda, Pepper & Jane) are in need of dresses, too!

Loki's best man (Thor, of course.) needs a suit and armour, too.

Since the wedding takes place on Asgard, we need a few Midgardian pre-wedding/wedding traditions, too!

Flowers are a must have!

Create the invitations for the wedding!

A cake will be needed as well!

Where on Asgard takes the ceremony place and where the festives? We also need some decoration, right? (I feel like this is a two-man task!)

One of the most important things... Music! Do we have a DJ perhaps?

I'm in need of a entertainment department as well! Do they play party/wedding games? Karaoke? Are there Asgardian wedding games? Something entirely else? (I think this is a two-man task as well!)

I think that's it. I hope I didn't forget anything... Well, with that being said... Let's start this! I'm beyond excited!

Tagging the Crew: @lady-rose-moon @muddyorbsblr @chennqingg @smolvenger @alexakeyloveloki @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @jennyggggrrr @stupidthoughtsinwriting @eleniblue @loz-3 @mishkatelwarriorgoddess @fictive-sl0th @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @lovingchoices14 @glitchquake @lokidbadguy @icytrickster17 @mandywholock1980 @november-rayne @xthatpottahfanx @simping-for-marvel @lou12346789 @aagn360 @anukulee @multifandom-worlds @hisredheadedgoddess28 @vbecker10 @jaidenhawke @km-ffluv @lokiforever @crimson25 @kimanne723 @cakesandtom @buttercupcookies-blog @salvinaa @javagirl328 @noideakitten @zombiesnips-blog @dustychinchilla74 @frzntrx @lokisgoodgirl @princess-ofthe-pages @coldnique @asgards-princess-of-mischief @lokisrealpurpous

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i write fanfic every now and then but it’s always 1 ch and in universe BUT i was watching tv and this couple made me think…

WEDDING/PARTY PLANNER ATSUSHI AND PIANIST AKUTAGAWA

like i don’t have anything fully formed to write so i’m gonna ramble here-

akutagawa’s vampire-y look while he sits and plays elegant music that’s hauntingly beautiful. playing cause it’s his passion and becoming popular in the wedding world as well just some formal parties.

one wedding he gets hired for he’s setting up to play for the reception cause the couple had a specific song they wanted for the isle walk and notices a man with white hair, bangs that rival his own, standing to the side checking around the room with a clip board in hand. he’s dressed in a nice suit with fingerless gloves on and a normal tie compared to the room of bow ties. he doesn’t look like someone who’d give orders or be bossy like a wedding planner would have to be but to be fair most people are taken aback when he says he plays piano.

he finds this man so attractive and keeps glancing over at him which is just great because at some point they make eye contact and the white haired man begins to walk over to him. they talk about akutagawa’s cue to start playing, how long he should play, what specifically he’s gonna play etc etc. akutagawa was wrong he’s definitely in charge. he likes that but he pushes that thought down

during the wedding atsushi finds himself enthralled by the pianist. he looks so majestic and so perfect. like he was made to play piano. he thinks about how the man in an older styled suit at such a nice piano looks plucked right out of an old painting. he thinks to himself the man must be good with his hands but let’s not dwell on that rn he is at work

eventually there’s a moment for a break due to this being the time of night for loud music and dancing. they accidentally bump into each other and begin talking. they find out a good deal about each other in this time. akutagawa has a sister who’s also into music but she’s a guitarist for her band, atsushi has a little sister that he takes care of, they’re both young in their mid 20s but worked their ways up in their fields. both make a decent amount doing what they do.

they exchange numbers at the end of the night. i’m imaging like the couple has left, atsushi is making sure caterers are paid and rented items are set to go back where they’re from etc. akutagawa is collecting his sheet music and is just really taking his time with it because he has nothing but paper to take home but he needs an excuse to talk to the cute wedding planner again.

yadda yadda they keep recommending each other to people. everytime atsushi gets hired he immediately goes “i know a great pianist if you’re interested!” they work a few more weddings/gatherings together and get closer.

of course i’d want them to eventually work the same formal gathering so they could see each other dressed nicely and that’s the night where the first kiss. they go home to their friends (haven’t decided who yet) and they’re literally that “let’s fucking goooo / okay so you just kissed…” meme

WOW THIS IS SO MUCH LONGER THAN I INTENDED😭 i will probably never write this cause as stated before i only ever write like short one chapter things so enjoy this

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd au #sskk #shin soukoku #batposting #batpostingships #bungo gay dogs #bungou stray dogs

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haunting

never seen circus masterpost

Characters: Yunho & female reader

Setting & genre: magical realism au, ghost au

Summary: Yunho was the centre of your universe. He made you so happy and you wished you could do the same but his eyes were always so, so sad.

Warnings: general creepiness of an eerie circus, ambiguous ending, mentions of blood, injuries, car accident, self-conscious MC, implied past death

Words: 1.4k

i guess i will tag you in all of these @restlessmaknae

You remembered the day you had met Yunho and fallen in love with his dimpled smile almost immediately. He was the typical boy next door with his easygoing and kind personality, it was impossible not to love him. But somehow it had been you whose seatmate he had become on the first day of university and then all other days too during your shared Economics lectures.

You and him had been inseparable ever since.

You had spent a meaningful majority of your early twenties with him by your side. Study sessions in the library had turned into café dates and then cuddling on the couch in front of Netflix. Weekend trips to the beach, dissing terrible job interviews, murmuring I love yous into his warm skin under the blazing sun and him kissing every one of your fingers until you couldn’t feel the unforgiving cold of January.

You loved him more than anything.

Especially after the accident. He was the only one who still looked at you the same way.

It had been awful. You remembered the yelling, the honking and a blinding light. Then the pain had come and everything had gone dark. When you had opened your eyes, it had been Yunho you had seen first. His temple had been bloodied, glass shard cuts all across his lovely cheek. He could barely open his eyes and his head had been wrapped in white gauze.

You had cried yourself to sleep because you had known it had been your fault. You had been the one who had insisted on visiting the circus even in the pouring rain. Looking back you couldn’t understand why it had been so important to go on that particular Sunday. There would have been other days and other circuses. There was no other Yunho. No circus was worth that much.

Yunho had recovered but after that you had promised yourself you wouldn’t let him get hurt ever again. But something must have been broken between the two of you after the accident because his eyes had become so, so sad. He still looked at you lovingly, like you were the most precious thing and for those moments you felt seen and beautiful even if other people looked away when they saw you. Nobody else mattered, not when you had Yunho. You just didn’t get why he felt so far even when he was brushing your hair behind your ear.

“Are you happy?” The boy asked, cautious, and you blinked at him in confusion.

“Of course, I am. I have you,” you smiled at him but Yunho looked like he was made of glass, crackling at your words.

When your boyfriend proposed a weekend getaway, you were more than happy being on board with the idea. You hadn’t really been going out since what had happened. You needed it to feel some normalcy again.

“Where are we going?” You asked curiously while you were walking through a forest during the golden hour. You liked surprises and Yunho was always the best with date nights as he was a much better planner than you were but you had always been curious by nature.

“You will see,” he said with a half smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He sounded tired but that must have been because he worked those extra hours over the week.

He didn’t let go of your hand even when you reached the edge of the forest path and you saw a circus right in the middle of the meadow in all its shiny gilded glory.

You flinched at the laugh of clowns and the eerie music, phantom pain throbbing in your skull. Your steps halted and you took a shaky breath.

“Yunho…” You whispered, feeling uneasy.

“It’s okay,” Yunho reassured you in his soft voice, letting you nuzzle closer. “I’m here.”

You tried to find excitement and awe in the wonderful spectacles all around but deep down you had a bad feeling. Maybe it was because of what had happened and your brain subconsciously associated circuses with inevitable tragedies but you could almost feel yourself spiral into panic. You didn’t quite feel okay in your body. It was almost like you were watching yourself from the outside.

You jumped in surprise when a black cat ran across the road right in front of you and heck, you weren’t superstitious but did it mean that you would be unlucky? Maybe you should have left.

But Yunho seemed determined to stay and he was clearly looking for something, so you told yourself to be patient. It must have been the surprise. What could it be, you wondered, a fortune teller or a palm reader?

The tent of a ghost whisperer wasn’t what you expected even though it felt awfully familiar. Have you been there before?

You turned to Yunho, the question burning on the tip of your tongue, but he was looking at the girl behind the candle lit desk, hovering over a bone coloured board with letters scattered over it. You vaguely remembered that tool from horror stories as something used to communicate with the dead. An Ouija board.

The young girl in old fashioned clothes behind the desk looked up at the two of you and hummed knowingly. There was something unnerving about it as she looked at you.

“I knew you would be back. Most people are,” she said, melancholy ringing in her voice and you furrowed your brows in confusion. She wasn’t sure whether she talked to you or your boyfriend.

“She… she is just a shell of herself. I can’t… I can’t do this anymore,” Yunho spoke up hoarsely.

“I told you there was always a price to play,” the girl reminded him but the entire scene had you going a little crazy because you couldn’t understand anything.

“What’s going on, Yunho? Who is she? Why are you talking like you are breaking up with me?”

Yunho turned to you, his usually warm nougat eyes devastatingly sad and then he walked you to the full body mirror on one side of the tent.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered and there were already tears pricking your eyes because what could have been so terrible about your looks that made him call you a shell?

Then you saw it.

There was Yunho, tall and handsome, perfect if only a little pale and his smile you loved so much was lost on him. And you? You were nowhere. In the mirror there he stood alone, no sign of your reflection. You reached out to touch the furniture with shaky hands and looked down at your skin, half-transparent in this new glow.

“Am I dead?” Your voice hitched, panic coursing through you.

“Your soul is trapped in a limbo between this world and the beyond,” the stranger girl explained patiently. “He’s the one keeping you here.”

So you did die. Now that you thought about it, you couldn’t tell when was the last time you interacted with somebody else other than Yunho. Or when you last spent time alone. Or when you ate or went to the bathroom. All you could remember was being with Yunho, everything else was just a blur. As if he was the reason why you even existed, the Sun of your universe.

You felt like crying but you couldn’t. Ghosts didn’t have tears. You must have imagined every tear and every touch since the accident and it only made the loss cut deeper.

Yunho was crying though, crystal-like tears were running down his cheeks and when you reached up, you could feel the warmth on his skin against your own cold nothingness.

“I love you so much that I brought you back,” the boy whispered and you could feel your heart break for him even if you didn’t have one anymore. You never wanted to see Yunho suffer, not like this, not because of you. “But it’s not the life you deserve. You should move on. Find peace.”

The thought of him saying goodbye, of losing him scared you.

“No. I don’t want that. I’ll be staying with you, Yunho. Please, don’t do this,” you begged because you wanted to stay by his side, you didn’t want to be alone. The two of you were supposed to be together forever.

But it was too late. The boy was already taking off the couple bracelet you both had and the ghost whisperer took it from him, letting it fall into flames, smoke going up dark and quick.

Your scream cut through the night, extinguishing every lit candle and by the time the sun came up, you were once again faded.

But Yunho swore he could catch sight of you in mirrors from time to time.

#series: never seen circus #ateez x reader #yunho x reader #ateez angst #yunho angst #stories

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startrekfangirl2233-writes · 9 months

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Passion

Dance Like We're Making Love Part 1

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Reader

Description: Tango would usually be right up your ally. But with your best friend's wedding coming up and as her Maid of Honor, you're feeling stretched thin. There's also the matter of the Best Man. Rooster Bradshaw is a dick. He can't even speak to you normally. And now you need dance solo with him in front of a ballroom full of people. He and you are like oil and water. As attractive as you find him, his personality is the antithesis to everything you are. Will getting to know him make things better?

Disclaimers: Female! Reader, Dancing, Sexual Themes, Kissing, UST, Phone Sex

Warnings: This story does not start explicit but does get there. Minors do not interact. This story is 18+.

Word Count: 2766

A/N: This entire mini-series is for @cherrycola27 who asked for a passionate kiss for my Kiss Writing Game Event. I couldn't write a short version of this so Nik you're getting an entire mini-series. I hope you love it!

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Tango! Who the hell makes their bridesmaids and groomsmen learn an entire Tango routine for their wedding? Your best friend, of course. She and her accountant husband-to-be only have to sway on the dance floor, looking besottedly into each other's eyes. You and every other bridesmaid and groomsman in attendance will have to dance a fully choreographed routine ending in a solo song danced by the maid of honor - that’s you - and the best man.

"Tango, ladies and gentlemen, is a dance of passion." Your instructor Rodrigo's thick put-upon Spanish accent is starting to get on your nerves. So is the apathetic attitude of the Best Man. This is the fourth time you’ve met him, and he’d grunted when you reminded him of your name. Around Sophie and Greg, as well as the rest of the bridesmaids and groomsmen, he’s all smiles and genial laughter, but around you, he seems to turn into a caveman.

He’s an officer in the Navy! He should be able to make small talk. So yeah, Rooster Bradshaw, as he introduced himself to you, is indeed getting on your nerves. Sophie’s been lumping the two of you together every time you’re in the same room. You know she hopes you’ll fall in love, just like in a fairy tale - just as she and Greg did. But you’re not sure Bradshaw is the man to make that happen.

What kind of man shows up to a ballroom dance class in a Hawaiian shirt, worn jeans, and sneakers anyways? You've all been told quite strictly that the dress code was formal for these lessons. If you had to put on a dress and heels, the man could damn well have dug out a pair of slacks, dress shoes, and a polo, at the very least. Even so, he doesn't look half as out of place as you do, as you feel. With his aviators propped on his aquiline nose and a careless smile, he's got half of the bridesmaids swooning at him.

Meanwhile, you're sitting in a corner with Sophie's twin Will. He's the reason why the other groomsmen won't even look at you - him and Sophie, that is. They'd both put the fear of god into the groomsmen to stay away from you. But Rooster wasn't there when they gave that particular lecture. So he must not like you for a wholly different reason.

"You're staring, missy!" Will's whisper startles you out of your head. He's smirking at you as you turn to him, his bright blue eyes glinting mischievously in the sunlight slanting through the floor-to-ceiling windows. "If I didn't know any better, I'd assume that you liked him!"

You roll your eyes and scratch your temple with your middle finger just as your teacher finishes his lecture on the need for passion in tango. You'd normally be fascinated, but with the final dress fitting, planning the bachelor and bachelorette parties, and coordinating with the wedding planner and caterer, this dance feels like the last item on a very long list of priorities. You’re supposed to be doing this with Rooster, planning the bachelor and bachelorette parties. But he’s been deployed for months and used it as an excuse to the greatest effect on Greg and Sophie. With the extra additional load, you feel like a rubber band stretched too tight already. Add in the dance and you’re going to snap under the pressure.

“Can I have the Best Man and Maid of Honor partnered together, please?”

You ignore the chittering giggles of the bridesmaids and Will’s knowing chuckle as well as the sudden nerves that make your hands shake as you place your hand in Rooster’s own. His hand is warm and secure, the pads of his fingers calloused as they send gooseflesh prickling down your back. You’re instantly over-aware of everything about him, from the scent of his cologne to the amber sparks in his whiskey eyes.

But the minute you start dancing with him, all of the electricity in your veins at the proximity of his presence fades into pure, abject, abhorrent, hatred. He may look like sin, but the man can’t dance to save his life. He’s supposed to be leading you, but instead he seems to be jerking you around on the dance floor. You bump into his hard angular body so many times that by the time the dance is done, you feel like one enormous bruise and there is a flush rising on your cheeks. All of the other partners get praises. You and Rooster get a disappointed look and a heaving sigh. You’re not done for the day either. You and Rooster get put through the same routine over and over again until your feet ache in your pinching shoes and his half smirk has turned into a full frown.

When the others get dismissed, you and Rooster stay put, as you have to rehearse the moves for the solo dance the two of you are gifting Greg and Sophie. You have to admit that you were wrong in your earlier assumption. Rooster can dance, in fact he’s perfect when he’s leading your second instructor, Maria, around on the floor. They’re a striking couple out there on the dance floor. You do just fine with Rodrigo as well. But when you’re paired with Rooster again, it’s a train wreck to put it mildly. You bite the inside of your cheek with each stumble and each glancing blow that has you colliding with his chest.

“I’m afraid, miss and sir, this is all the time I have for you today. Please practice during the week, and we’ll see you both on Saturday morning?” You’re forced to agree to Rodrigo and Maria’s request, if only for Sophie, for wanting to give Sophie the best wedding she can have. You gather your things slowly, waiting until Maria and Rodrigo have exited the practice room before whirling around to look at Rooster again. He’s sitting on the floor with that ridiculous Hawaiian shirt off and his bare chest glistening with sweat. With his eyes closed, pink lips parted, and his dog tags resting between his pecs, he looks like a piece of art one of the greats puts on canvas. He’s also one of the sexiest men you’ve ever seen. Looking at him takes all of the fire out of your words and changes them.

“We suck at this dancing thing, huh?” You sit down next to him, proffering your water bottle to him.

“We don’t suck at the dancing thing. You danced beautifully with Rodrigo, sweetheart.” That one easy endearment spilling from his lips nearly strikes you dumb. He chugs the water greedily and it takes every bit of control you have to prevent yourself from tracing one stray droplet with your tongue as it drips down his neck. “We just suck at dancing with each other.”

“Yeah.” You’re not sure why your voice sounds so breathy.

“Maybe we should do as Rodrigo and Maria said and practice? When are you free in the evenings?” You weren’t expecting this from him, not at all. You were just about to suggest the same thing and expected it to be like pulling nails to get him to agree to your request.

“I’m free most evenings, actually. But let’s make a deal. When we meet up, it has to be half dance practice and half Bachelor and Bachelorette party planning, okay?” At his nod, you put your schedule into his phone along with his phone number. You pretend not to notice how he shrugs the shirt back on, leaving it unbuttoned to his sternum.

“Let’s meet tomorrow night at 6pm at my place? I just texted you the address. I have a house off-base with a brick patio. It would be perfect to rehearse on.” You’re a little shocked at how sweet he’s being as he walks you out of the studio with his hand at the small of your back.

“Text me what you want for dinner and from where, and I’ll bring it over?” Your smile is soft as he opens your car door for you and closes it softly once you’re belted in.

“Deal. Drive safe, sweetheart.”

You have to pinch yourself as you watch his tall form diminish in your rear view mirror. Is this the same Rooster Bradshaw who couldn’t speak two words to you every other time you’ve met him? Where was this suave, sweet man every other time you’ve interacted with him?

The enigma of Rooster Bradshaw stays with you as you shower and settle onto your couch with your sad dinner of leftovers. That is, of course, when your phone rings.

“Hey Sophie!” You’re always happy to talk to your best friend.

“Hey! So Melissa called. She said that you and Bradley were a train wreck today during your tango lessons?” Your sigh is soft as you tell your best friend the whole story.

“God, sweetheart, that sounds rough. If you really can’t get along with him, you don’t have to do the dance just to make me happy.” This is why Sophie is your best friend ever. Your happiness matters just as much as her own. She’s not happy, though, when you tell her that.

“We’ll be fine, Soph. I’m going to his place tomorrow night to practice.” You have to pull the phone away from your ears at the decibel level her piercing squeal hits and let your best friend’s joy wash your bad mood away. When you fall asleep that night, it’s with a clear resolve to make sure this dance goes better. You just have to think of Sophie's face shining with happiness at one of her wedding gifts, right?

Your resolve is flagging just a little when you pull into Rooster Bradshaw’s driveway at 5:50 PM sharp the next day, though. It’s been a day from hell. You’d woken up late and had to rush to work. Not to mention how you’d been running from meeting to meeting all day either. Dancing isn’t even on your list for the night, which has in particular order, a shower, food and sleep. But you’d promised and you don’t welch out on your responsibilities.

Rooster doesn’t look any better than you do when he opens the door and lets you in. His house is different from what you expected. It doesn’t look like a bachelor’s place at all. There are pictures all over the walls with a man who looks just like him and a gorgeous blonde woman and a little boy. You recognize that little boy as Rooster the further into the house you walk. You can track every moment of his life on these walls.

“Your house is great.” You trace your fingers lightly over one of the frames, straightening it.

“Thanks. My mom left it to me when she passed away. It’s pretty much the same as when she left it.” His words make you feel like shit for thinking all of the unflattering things about him that you have been.

“It feels like a home.” His eyes are misty when you meet them, and you busy yourself with pulling the food out of the tote bag you’d had the restaurant pack it in.

“I grabbed dinner from that place you suggested. I’ve never been but I know that I’m going to have to go there again. It smelled so good when I walked in.” Your voice is light as you fold the bag up.

“Here are the plates. Would you like a glass of wine?” At your nod, he grabs the bottle off of the counter and pours you a healthy glass.

“Let’s eat out on the patio?” At your nod, he’s quick to grab the plates and lead the way. All you’re holding is the cutlery, and the glasses of wine.

Rooster’s backyard is gorgeous. There are small lights strung over the fence and as the ground slopes downwards, you can see the beach and the blue of the sea close enough to touch.

“It’s beautiful out here.” Your words make him flush, just a little as he sets the plates down and grabs the glasses from you.

“Thanks. This yard is why my mom had my dad buy this house.” His smile is soft and fond as he takes in the salty sea air and beautiful view.

“You sound like you were happy here with them.”

“Yeah, I was. But for too short a time.” He pulls your chair out for you before taking his own seat.

“So, about this dance. I figure that we can’t dance with each other because we don’t know each other. So why don’t we take this week to get to know one another in addition to practicing?” His words take you slightly unawares as you nibble on the piece of garlic bread on your plate.

“Okay. So what do you want to know about me?” Maybe you shouldn’t have asked that question.

“How did you meet Sophie?” That’s a question you’re only too happy to answer.

“Why, Rooster? Your parents can’t have named you that.” His smile is more smirk as he explains that his first name is Bradley and that his callsign is Rooster.

It seems like time passes in a blink. When you check your phone, you see that it’s already 8 o’clock and your plates are empty in front of you.

“Maybe we should actually practice, now?” You’re smiling as you say the words, a smile that’s mirrored on his face.

This time, the electricity dancing through your veins magnifies when Rooster takes your hand in his. Each touch of your body to his makes your body sing as you move through the routine near perfectly. You run through the routine four times, getting used to each other as you do so.

“That’s not so bad, now, is it?” His voice sounds like whiskey feels dripping warm down your throat.

“No, that wasn’t bad at all. You’re not a half bad dancer, Bradley.” His eyes keep glancing between yours and your lips.

“Nor are you, sweetheart.” You can feel the heat of his breath across your lips and that’s what makes you snap.

You kiss him before you know what you’re doing, your lips crashing against his with a force you never knew you were capable of. It’s wet and filthy, each brush of his lips against yours sending your heart rate sky-rocketing. His tongue finds its way into your mouth as you unbutton the floral shirt covering his broad shoulders. He tastes like sweet tomatoes and wine, with herby basil and something that you can’t place. When he pulls away, his lips are spit-slicked and you’ve succeeded in undoing every button on his shirt but one. The sight has a needy moan spilling out from between your lips.

“Baby. Sweetheart. We can’t do this. We barely know each other.” You just tug him in closer, kissing his cheek and neck as you sway to the beat of the song still playing in the background.

“We can get to know each other better, Bradley. Unless there’s someone else?” You’re poking a little, but you haven’t felt this good in a man’s arms in your whole life.

“There’s nobody else. But our priority has to be Greg and Sophie right now. So why don’t you go sit down and I’ll bring you a glass of water? Then we can discuss the bachelor and bachelorette parties?” Your pout must be a thing to behold because Bradley’s eyes twinkle with the force of his laughter as he pecks your lips one more time. “I promise I’ll kiss you goodnight?”

You’re as good as gold the rest of the night, arousal simmering under your skin at every innocent touch. It doesn’t take very long at all to decide what you’re doing for the combined bachelor and bachelorette parties. So you’re expectant as you stand by the open door of your car for your goodnight kiss a couple of hours later.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” Your goodnight kiss is sweet yet full of a filthy promise as he cups your ass in his big hands and tugs you in until you’re pressed against his chest.

“Goodnight.” You’re smiling like a silly fool the whole way home. If you make yourself cum on your fingers at the scent of Bradley Bradshaw on your skin while lying in your bed that night, he’s the only person who’ll know, especially since you called him yourself. His resulting moan as he spilled over his fingers is something you’re not sure you’ll forget anytime soon.

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l0serloki · 1 year

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Cleaning Duties

Tartaglia x Maid!Reader

Genre : Smut

WC : 1.6K

Summary : You were Master Childe’s favorite and only maid. You couldn’t help but fall for the man..

CW : Master!Childe, Noble!Childe, Maid!Reader, fem!reader, Porn with plot/build up, degrading, maid kink, praise kink, breeding kink, fingering (fem receiving)

A/N : This is a little self-indulgent, it started off as reader going to help him ‘relieve some stress’ but i dont even know. i am a horny bastard so uh yeah

You had worked for Childe for a while now. He had picked you in the interviews given out for maids and you couldn’t be happier. The money was great and it gave you a free place to stay as well. Childe had promised to always take care of you, you were his favorite maid after all!

The day had started off as usual, you were busy with cleaning the stairs. The manor was large and it took a while as the only maid but Master Ajax was always lenient. “It’s fine it doesn’t need to be that clean. Just do the main rooms Y/N. Don’t overwork yourself!” His voice always lingered in your head. You couldn’t help yourself - he was kind, funny, handsome, and so much more. He had saved you when you were out of a job and money and slowly became family. The manor was as much a home to you as any other and falling for the man was easy.

“Y/N, can you take care of my bedroom today? I’ll be back by tonight.” Childe asked as he made his way down the staircase and to the door. “Of course, Master. I’ll have it done by then. Enjoy your outing!” You curtseyed to him and he smiled, waving off the pleasantries. “Stop with that nonsense Y/N. You know we are closer than that.” You felt the butterflies in your stomach jump as the man left.

Childe would make you clean his room once and a while but usually insisted on doing it himself. He always told you that ‘He should at least be able to do the bare minimum’. He tried his best but he was still pretty messy. To be fair, he had a lot of paperwork to always do and keeping things in order was probably the last thing on his mind.

Walking into his bedroom, you noticed the piles of clothes and scrolls littering the ground. His bedsheets were twisted in a mess and the curtains were sideways. He must’ve been having a hard time. You got to work, hoping that cleaning up would take some weight off his shoulders.

Once you had finished, you checked to make sure everything was in place. Cleaning his room always made you feel things. You could only wish for them to be your chambers one day. It was unlucky and inappropriate but hey, people have dreams! You shut the door quickly, wanting to not get lost in those fantasies.

Just like he said, Childe arrived back home just in time for dinner. You had cooked his favorite and served it to him.

“Y/N, please join me. You must be hungry and I don’t wish to be alone.” Childe motioned to the chair in front of him. The conflicting feelings arose but you attempted to push them down. You grabbed a plate and sat down, munching silently.

“How was your outing, Master?” You looked up into his cerulean hues, eyebrow cocked. “It wasn’t great. Lord Zhongli was not happy with the bargain I made. I guess I’ll figure out another option.” Childe had continued on about work and his annoying colleagues, obviously needing to get it out.

“I think I will head to bed for now. Thank you for listening to me and doing all of this. Sleep well, Y/N.” Childe grinned and left to his bedroom, leaving you to clean up.

The dishes were quick and you walked down the dimly lit halls to your bedroom. As you got ready for bed you couldn’t help but hope Childe had liked his bedroom. You closed your eyes as slumber took you away.

There was an incessant knocking that awoke you. It couldn’t be later than 3 am - who was knocking at this hour? It couldn’t be Childe’s planner or the cook. You begrudgingly made your way to the door, opening it. “Hello?” You asked as your eyes adjusted to the hall light, recognizing the man in front of you. “Childe? Are you alright?” Your eyes widened in shock. “Can I come in?” He looked almost panicked, it worried you. You waved him inside and shut the door behind you.

Childe and you sat on your bed, his body shaking. You hand rubbed his arm, once again asking him what was wrong. You only wanted to take some of the stress off of him. Your heart pained at the sight of the man broken in front of you.

“You, Y/N. You’re what’s wrong. I’m in love with you and I can’t stop thinking about it. Can’t even escape the thought of you in my own damn room. I don’t want to lose you and I didn’t want to tell you like this but I can’t sleep. If you don’t feel the same then it’s fine… I’ll always keep you safe regardless.” Childe gripped your hand, eyes searching for your answer. You could hear your heartbeat pound within you, flabbergasted at the words he spoke. He was in love with you?

“Childe.. I love you too. I don’t want to ruin your reputation at court though.. I am not a noble and-“ Childe cut your rant off with a searing kiss, hands running up your body.

He separated for a moment from the kiss, his eyes piercing your soul. “I don’t care what you are. You are the one for me. I could give a lesser fuck of what those old geezers think as well. Like I said, I will always protect you. Be mine?” You felt your heart swell at his words, only becoming more enamored. “Of course Childe.”

In an instant, Childe’s lips were back on yours claiming them as his own. His tongue slid across your lips, begging for entrance. You widened your mouth allowing his tongue to bully its way into your wet cavern. His hand slid under your shirt, teasing the soft flesh. His eyes met yours, questioning if it was okay. You nodded your head, pushing his hand further up the shirt.

His rough hands worked your bra and shirt off, fingers pinching at the hardened nubs. “God, you’re so beautiful.” Childe cooed, his mouth meeting your nipple. Bucking up at the feeling, his tongue swirled and teased. You felt yourself only growing wetter by the second. “Been wanting you since the day you started. Meant to be mine.” Childe’s hands were frantic, working away at your clothes.

You laid naked in front of the man, his mouth working wonders. He bit and lapped at your neck as his fingers trailed dangerously close to your moist cunt. His incessant teasing had you on the brink of tears, begging for him to touch you.

“You want me to touch you? I already am Princess..” Childe kissed your forehead, fingers digging into your thighs. “You don’t want me to touch you there? Hmm… What about here?” Childe’s fingers finally made their way to your clit, your body jolting at the sensation. “Yes Master! Please, more!” You pleaded, his warm digits finally entering your plush hole.

“Of course. Anything you want, baby.” Childe’s voice was almost as intoxicating as the two fingers inside of you. They worked you out quickly, going to places you didn’t even know possible. You could already feel the cord in your stomach tightening, orgasm soon approaching. “Is baby going to cum? I can feel you clenching my fingers.” You moaned, eyes rolling back as he went faster. The string snapped, your pussy gushing around his thick fingers. “F-fuck Master, ‘M cumming for you.” Childe fucked you through your orgasm, the feeling almost surreal.

“What a good little maid. Made such a mess for me. Think you can take more?” Childe rubbed his fingers against your lips, pushing them in. You sucked the slick off them, Childe groaning at the lewd sight. “I can take more. Need your cock Master.” You pawed at the bulge in his pants, body yearning to feel him inside of you.

You couldn’t believe he was real. Childe pulled off his remaining clothes, hard cock slapping against his stomach. Precum dripped off the red tip, the vein protruding making you almost feral. “Childe, need you now.” Your hands wrapped around his toned arms, bringing his body flush against yours. He chuckled at the needy sight of you, cock teasing at your pulsating hole.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.” Childe murmured before pushing in, the stretch deliciously painful. He waited a few seconds to let you adjust before testing the waters. The first few thrusts were slow, his head falling into your shoulder. “God Y/N, fuck. You’re so tight for me. I’m going to ruin you. You were built to take my cock.” You felt yourself tighten even more at his words. “Please Master. Ruin me, need you to fuck me stupid.”

Your words set the man off, his pace almost brutal. His hand pushed your face further into the bed as his cock pummeled into you at inhumane speed. Your moans were muffled by the bed and the wet squelches that echoed across the room. “Look at you. My little maid taking my cock like the good slut she is.” Childe’s grip on your hip dug in even more, sure to bruises. “Tell me how much you love my cock, whore.” You could only babble out nonsense, his thrusts too cruel to even process words. “Look at how fucking stupid you are. You can’t even speak, how cute.”

You could feel yourself nearing your second orgasm of the night, Childe’s dirty words only edging you on. “I’m so close baby, cum with me. Want you to make a mess all over my cock. Gonna fill you full and make you my cumdump.” Your moans filled the air, your pussy milking his cock. You could feel his thrusts get sloppy, his hot load filling you to the brim just as he said.

“Stay there Y/N, I’ll clean you up.” You could only nod as your eyes fell in exhaustion. You couldn’t quite fathom the things that had transpired, thanking whatever gods out there for making your wishes come true.

Not even minutes later, Childe came back and cleaned you up, his arm circling around your torso. “Thank you for tonight Y/N. I love you, sleep well.” Your heart warmed at his words, murmuring an “I love you too” back to him before your dreams swept you away.

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plnkdemon · 1 year

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IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MOMENT, MIGHT ALLOW MYSELF A SMILE

lucifer x gn!mc getting married tw/cw: food/eating (brief), self-indulgent ngl, terrible writing, no beta we die like mc. please let me know if anything is missing.

the way that lucifer would lose his head without you on your wedding day…

obviously, everything needs to be perfect. just like with his paperwork that he meticulously sorts into files, stacks, and drawers with each document’s location memorized, he has an entire scrapbook dedicated to just the catering. don’t bother trying to convince him that it’s unnecessary, the monotony of sorting and labeling soothes him and helps him get out his nervous energy.

the staff are scared shitless (it’s an unspoken rule to bring an extra pair of slacks in case they literally piss themselves, because it has happened before). they’re speed-walking around the venue with a protractor, measuring every drape, flower, and tablecloth to make sure nothing is even a millimeter off. you walk in and immediately the room is filled with the sound of exhales because lucifer’s tension — and therefore, his strictness — evaporates the second you smile at him. you will most definitely find yourself comforting at least one sobbing staff member in each stall of the bathroom over the course of preparations.

lucifer almost entirely takes over the tailor’s job when you’re at your dress/suit fitting. it’s a little cute when he balks at the idea of a wedding being cursed if you see each other in your wedding attire before the ceremony. “darling, a curse would run the other way once it sees me.” (dramatic bitch, wipe that cocky look off your face.)

he takes over a week to decide what tie to wear and you don’t even know how long it took for him to settle on a suit, since he promptly pulled out three completed wedding planners after you said yes. clearly, this has been keeping him awake at night before you even discussed the possibility of marriage.

he actually went out and manually extracted the gem he wanted for your ring from the ground because he read far too many articles on blood diamonds and slave labor and… he honestly fell down a rabbit hole of human history. the conclusion is: by golly if these humans won’t do it right then i must. he’ll probably won’t tell you this story for a good while into the marriage though because at the time, he’d told you it was just a business trip — wanting to keep it a surprise and all — and then just genuinely forgot that he never said anything.

you will have to physically restrain him from writing the best man’s speech for mammon. on the day of the ceremony though, it’s well worth it because the second-born had spent so long working on it and getting critiqued and edits from asmo and satan that the result is so perfect it ought to be framed in a museum (besides the fact that he tried to sell the flashcards his speech was written on on akuzon during y’all’s honeymoon).

lucifer goes to so much effort to accommodate all of his brothers though, it’s heart-wrenching. mammon is sat at the only seat with solid gold utensils and promised that he can keep them if he doesn’t try to pickpocket from any of the guests. leviathan is allowed to pick beforehand where he’ll be sat so that he won’t have to be too close to the band that it overstimulates him or the dance floor where someone might bump him and everyone else at his table are people he’s comfortable with (and under his seat are magically noise-blocking ear plugs in case he needs a break from the ruckus and wants to take a break in the other room). satan is appointed as his second-in-command, because despite their differences, he doesn’t trust the other brother’s enough to make sure things are up to his standard in case lucifer himself isn’t there (and the trust isn’t misplaced, satan single-handedly managed each and every conflict no matter how small with the utmost care, precision, and covert manner). asmo is trusted with both the rings, the clothes, and is allowed to design and coordinate both of bridesmaids/groomsmen/wedding mates outfits, hair, and makeup, and he does so flawlessly. beel is given his own personal catering team, which is prepared with about as much food as all of the other guests’ meals combined and he personally tastetested each dish during the planning to ensure that only the best was on the menu. belphie, similarly to levi, is allowed at any time to go to the other room should he feel his social battery is dead or if he just needs a power nap and even though he’s the exact opposite of strict, he’s very perceptive, so when he overhears something or sees something off, he lets satan know so he can take care of it (belphie was actually the only one to notice that a few bees had snuck in to try and pollenate with the flower decorations because the buzzing kept him from falling asleep).

diavolo is absolutely losing his fucking grip on reality but in the opposite direction of lucifer. the prince is so fucking excited he can’t stop grinning the whole day and his face hurts so so much, but he won’t utter a peep in the way of complaint. he’s more than willing to follow all of lucifer’s guidelines to a T (with help from barbatos) because luci is letting him help!!!!! he’s far too excited about straightening guest name markers and greeting the guests at the door.

barbatos is, as usual, cool as a cucumber but anyone who knows him can tell his polite smile is a bit bigger and for once he’s content to be a normal guest, only stepping in to help should he see an issue he can handle with extreme discretion.

the angels are both very happy for you both and luke has more trouble than normal trying to disguise his true feelings with a facade of disapproval for your marriage partner. much to lucifer’s chagrin, simeon is the officiant, writing special vows and a pronouncement that brings many to tears (especially dia).

solomon — again, to lucifer’s dismay — walks you down the isle, handing you off to your fiancé. although he may not like it, lucifer can understand that solomon, being your mentor, teacher, guide, friend, and fellow human, is best suited to give you away and if it makes you happy? then, damn it! you’re sure as hell gonna get it!

the wedding, despite everyone’s best efforts, still has a few hiccups: belphie drooled a bit on the tablecloth, beel was shocked in horror when you shove a slice of cake in lucifer’s face (your husband was too), and solomon somehow snuck a dish of… something onto the banquet table. but nevertheless, your wedding was perfect, and lucifer wouldn’t change a damn thing. every time he sees the light glint off his ring or you lean on the hand bearing his gem, his heart skips a beat remembering seeing you walk up the isle, say “i do,” and swear to love him for the rest of your life.

he doesn’t keep your marriage certificate with the rest of his important documents. instead, he preserves the paper with magic to ensure it will never fade or wrinkle and your signature will last until his vision starts to fail him, and then, he’ll still be able to trace his fingers over the groves of your name.

maybe it seems a little silly to the noble demons of the devildom to marry a human that won’t live a fraction of his own lifespan… and maybe it is, but lucifer’s okay with being a little silly as long as it’s for you and it will make you smile. the devildom is dark and cold and he’s long since forgotten what it felt like to live in soft embrace of the sun. your smile is far better at warming his cold heart than heaven ever was though. “the grinch’s heart grew three sizes that day,” you’d say, and he wouldn’t get it but that doesn’t matter to him in the slightest, because it’s true.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcannons #obey me lucifer #lucifer #obey me lucifer x mc #obey me lucifer x gn!mc #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer x gn!reader #lucifer x mc #lucifer x gn!mc #lucifer x reader #lucifer x gn!reader #grumpy old fart

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counsellorerestor · 2 months

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For the headcanon meme: 📖 👻 🥀 🏭 🏛️

[ 📖 ] does your muse keep a diary or journal? what do they, or would they, write in a journal?

Yes and no. Erestor keeps a leatherbound journal on the desk in his office. It is, essentially, the equivalent of a modern bullet-journal; it is a planner with his tasks and appointments for each week and day, and sometimes he makes notes on how something went.

The only thing it would tell you about him is what he is doing and whether it went well.

Erestor is not someone to write his personal thoughts and feelings down. He is often introspective, and will take some time to sit and mentally work through things and process what he's thinking and feeling. But he keeps that to himself and, to some extent, his inner circle of friends.

[ 👻 ] what decisions have your muse made that they regret?

If asked today, Erestor would shrug and say he cannot regret the paths he took because they led him here, to a place where he is happy and content.

If probed deeper, Erestor would say he deeply regrets the Second Kinslaying most of all. The First Kinslaying was a horrific, tragic incident, but he was young and swept along and he believed, at the time, that he was doing the right thing. He regrets it, of course; what Noldo does not? He also regrets leaving his family behind.

At Doriath, however, he ought to have known better. He thinks they all ought to have known better.

He did argue against it, but it was hard to sway the sons of Fëanor when the Silmarils were involved. Ultimately, despite his misgivings, Erestor accompanied his lords out of loyalty. He fought in self-defence, but people still died.

He regrets not being able to sway them, and he regrets going.

[ 🥀 ] what are your muse’s standards for a romantic partner? are they realistic? why do they have these standards?

I knew you would ask this. :P

Erestor says he has high standards, but really it's no different from most other people; he just rarely gets quite that close to people. He must find them attractive, of course, but that does not necessarily mean conventionally attractive; if he likes you, your face is dear to him. He had a lover in Himring who was scarred, but Erestor liked him and found him attractive. (That Elf died in the Nirnaeth.)

He does like sex, so they must be compatible in bed.

The good values and principles likely go without saying.

He likes a good sense of humour; he himself is a fairly serious person by nature, but he values someone who can make him laugh.

Having some interests and inclinations in common would be important, although perhaps with just enough difference to keep things interesting. Erestor and his friend Iorissel once tried romance for a while, but frankly they were far too similar and it did not work.

On that note, his partner must have a strong sense of duty and understand the importance of his responsibilities, and take their own duties seriously; they would need to understand that sometimes his work comes first. At the same time, Erestor would not want to always put his work first; if he loves you he should prioritise you, and similarly he would want to be prioritised. This is a hard balance to strike, and he wonders if it is realistic.

Erestor's mind is always whirring, always thinking of what to do next and what might come and how to prepare, even when relaxing. He wants someone who is easy to be with, who can make him relax so much that his mind quietens. If he has already found this quality in his friendship with a certain Captain, he does not say.

[ 🏭 ] is your muse happy with their job or career path? why or why not?

Of course!

Erestor may sometimes act a little put-upon, and he takes so much work upon himself that sometimes he can be a little harried. But he would not do that if he did not want to; if he did not, ultimately, derive satisfaction from it.

Erestor was a hard worker in Lindon, and he respected Gil-galad. But he truly loves Imladris. He helped Elrond build it. He feels a certain sense of stewardship and responsibility towards it. It is his home, and he does what he does to keep it running as smoothly as possible so that all its denizens can be happy and peaceful, sheltered and well-fed.

He helped build Himring too, but those were different, stressful times, and he did not truly enjoy the work he did then. (Additionally, despite being Seneschal of Himring, he still had to do what amounted to military service. He was good at it, but it is not his chosen profession.)

In between being an administrator and counsellor, Erestor is a scholar of lore. He occasionally teaches some of the students (as somewhat of a guest lecturer), and he has contributed to the library. This straddles the line between hobby and career path, admittedly.

[ 🏛 ] does your muse have any strange interests? do they keep these interests to themselves, or are they comfortable sharing them with others?

Not particularly strange. Erestor is a curious person and enjoys learning about the world. He likes learning about other peoples and cultures. He has a passing interest in natural history, or the study of the world around them, though his true passions are history and literature. He has written a few historical analyses and treatises, and sometimes teaches. He is happy to share all these interests.

He does take a special interest in Númenor, because of Elros. Most people assume he is just doing his job, but it is very personal.

#OOC #Erestor #backstory #Imladris #Rivendell

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girlgenius1111 · 28 days

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You said you like to keep these things in your asks to read them again - figured it’s the least I can do to try and show how much I appreciate your writing! I apologize in advance for the absolutely excessive length of this, but I’m not well know for my brevity, unfortunately.

Solstrale being so excited at IKEA - my HEART! Mapi is giving such golden retriever energy in the store I am obsessed. Solstrale starting to tear up in the store and yet Ingrid being so gentle and kind, this is simply everything this girl deserves and more. THE SUN MAP MUG? UR AN EVIL GENUIS I LOVE YOU (pun absolutely intended)

“Mapi was just happy to be there” had me giggling as I sat in bed.

“You weren’t…loveable” oh but baby you so are, and you never had to do anything to be deserving of that love. None of us do.

Your ability to write these little splashes of humor in serious moments is just…wistfully wonderful. Your ability to write golden retriever Mapi? God tier.

THE TWENTY THREE TATTOO?! Punch in the mf gut I must admit

I must say I wholeheartedly say that I sympathize with Ingrid’s inability to be chill in any situation. Her tumbling into the room asking about the tattoo is cracking me up lol.

The dichotomy of emotion between Ingrid and her sister, Mapi and Solstrale, and Mapi and Ingrid flows so well and is executed perfectly. I’m in complete and utter awe, in the most complete sense of the words! It just ebbs and flows so perfectly

ABSTINENCE IS KEY IM WHEEZING 😭

“You cried yourself to sleep that night, quietly muffling your sobs in your pillow. It was a sadness that plagued you, mixed with hope. Your parents didn’t love you, you were pretty sure of that. But it seemed like, maybe, Ingrid did.” This is gorgeous. Painful, and yet so so hopeful at the same time. The balance of heartbreak and softness is wonderful.

The phone call 💔 The call backs to Mapis experience with the Spanish camps is such a perfect comparison.

“I am never letting that woman near Solstråle again. I don’t care what I have to do. She’s been hurt enough. I won’t let her be hurt anymore.” INGRID FINALLY FUCKING GETS IT PRAISE THE LORD!

“Of course healing isn’t linear” Judas Priest I am genuinely sitting in bed with tears in my fucking eyes.

Okay their father showing up wasn’t at all what I was expecting but I am sat. Oh god…not Solstrale coming in at the worst time PLEASE GOD NO 😭

“You didn’t mean you wanted them to let you go back to Norway. You wanted them to let you go. The tension in the air thickened at this, as both of them realized what you meant.” This poor GIRL. Mapi swearing on fucking INGRID sent me into the stratosphere…oh how much they love her.

“And maybe it was also the desperation inside yourself, too, and the ache in your heart that you knew you didn’t need to carry anymore.” No words. All I do is fucking write and I have no words to adequately describe how much perfection exists in this one sentence.

Whew. I truly can’t quite put into words how genuinely perfect this is. To reach the level of heartbreak and emotion that you do is just something phenomenal. It’s something special. How you find the moments of light and mix it with those of the dark, all at the same time. You have this most wonderful gift of being able to portray human emotion in such a raw, real way and I am so endlessly grateful that you choose to share it in this little corner of the internet with us. I’ve adored this series and how you’ve crafted these three and their little household, and will always be sat for any future stories you write about these two - or anyone else for that matter.

Thank you so so much for writing this. Dealing with some of my own personal issues with my own mother and reading this is just…its heartbreak and it’s healing all at the same time.

And ofc, thank you to Bailey as well! Who are we without the planners and helpers in our lives - I think I’d lose my head if summer-princess didn’t remind me where I put it sometimes haha!

i am… speechless?

i want to print this comment out, frame it, and put it up in my room. tattoo it onto my body.

it’s crazy to me how comments on my writing can be so eloquent and beautiful, but you always somehow manage to do that.

seriously i read this with the biggest smile on my face.

it means so, so, SO much to me that not only do you read my work… and enjoy it… you have such strong feelings about it. it blows my mind in the best way.

anyway. going to read this everyday for the rest of my life. i appreciate and love you very much.

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santacoppelia · 4 months

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Do you have any favorite Good Omens fics you would recommend, or have you written any?

Hi there!!!

Oh, dear, I have A TON! I'm not sure if they would be "new", but here I go, nonetheless. I read a lot of AU fics (and I'm writing one), so I hope it's not a pet peeve of yours! I'll try to limit myself and not recommend things that I have seen recommended a lot (like "Factory Settings", "the therapy one with the impossibly long name" LOL, "Slow Show", "Oopsie Omens"... I'll make a couple of exceptions, tho). I also read a lot of WIP's, love angst, hurt/comfort and fluff, and prefer skipping over smut (Not a against it per se, love sexy times with feelings), so my selection is... Very particular. Here it goes!!

Demon and Angel Professors: I adore this series of short fics. There are 200 of them in the collection, they all are 666 words long, and both the guys and the new characters are absolutely endearing. The diversity of the cast was a welcome addition.

Listen, Will You Learn To Hear Me From Afar?: This one is short, a little sad but very, very sweet. Aziraphale starts receiving flowers and poems every three years, after Crowley disappears in Edinburgh. I loved the poetry selection.

Stalwart Sun, Wily Moon: Probably, my first AU and the one that started it all. I'm pretty sure this is one of the "everyone and their grannies have already read this", but I adore the relationships, the way the characters transformed by entering this universe (Crowley being a fantastic art thief with a magnificent taste for clothes was something I never knew I needed). I would absolutely watch an adaptation of this fic to the screens.

Too Wise To Woo Peaceably: This one is, probably, another one of the "everyone has read this fic and I don't care", but I really feel deeply about it and its author. It was a tour the force, with daily posting and the author reading and answering the comments EVERY.SINGLE.DAY. Feral But Fluffy brought me single-handedly into being an active participant in this fandom instead of just lurking in the corners. It's a fantastic continuation from the ending of Season 2, with a lot of angst, hurt, laugh and comfort. And Muriel rings absolutely true in here.

Give A Man A Mask: Another one by Feral! This one is a beautiful seduction game, taking Venice and a Masquerade as the background. Sexy, exciting, and hurtful at the same time.

Postcards From Paris: I find myself absolutely enraptured by the AUs created by Ghostrat (and their illustrations!! I use his AU Streamer!Crowley as my laptop wallpaper), but this one is very close to my heart. One lonely lawyer starts receiving postcards addressed to the previous tenant, signed by one AZF. The concept and execution are lovely. His Streamers AU is also very funny, and the Professors AU (Mon Horrible Cheri) is one of the "must reads with a lot of hits that recommends by itself".

Husband Material: This AU has made me laugh A LOT. Crowley is a wedding planner... And he has to plan the wedding of "the one who got away", Aziraphale. It is still a WIP, and it lights my day whenever it appears in my inbox.

Shepherds of the Damned: an after S2 work, the Crowley recovery arc in this fic had my heart leaping. It is also gripping and full with angst and action. A very noble S3, if you ask me.

Symphony of Second Chances: in this AU, Crowley is a drummer, recovering from a terrible shoulder injury and trying to get back to his place in the orchestra. Aziraphale is the visiting director for the next season... And they are absolutely smitten with each other. A lot of hurt and the sweetest comfort ever (it made me want an Aziraphale in my life more than ever). Still a WIP.

The Anon Before Christmas: This fic was pure happiness and tooth rotting fluff, ideal for December, with a warm cup of cocoa. They are humans and have the nicest group of friends one can ever imagine... But they loathe each other. Of course, one meddling Anathema makes sure to make Crowley Aziraphale's Secret Santa.

To Love The Stars Too Fondly: Another fantastic post S2 fic, filled with love and angst and adventure and all the right things to make it a gripping read, and a GREAT ending. Another take that could be a satisfying alternate canon.

Because We Are Carying The Fire: A horror AU! Aziraphale is a professor with a PhD in parapsychology, and one day he receives a mysterious book. Weird things happen, and he looks for the help of Crowley, a podcaster and self appointed demon expert. It is a WIP, and it really delivers. It is romantic and terrifying at the same time.

And my works!

I've written a short fic, Rebellion, speculating with the causes of The Starmaker's Fall. It came from a prompt imagining "what if rebel angels had been creating alternative lifeforms in the Universe", and it turned slightly dark (because I'm me). I'm also writing and publishing a longer fic, Under The Fold, an AU where AZ Fell and AJ Crowley are journalists who made an exposé that put them in danger and where they will have to use all of their researching abilities to bring justice (and avoid dangers). I've already written 2/3 of it, and half of it is already up, if you feel like reading it!

I enjoyed answering this entirely TOO MUCH. Take all this reading suggestions!

#good omens #good omens fanfics #fanfic recommendations #my one true talent is reading #hope you like at least a couple of these!#thanks for the ask!

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aswho1estuff · 1 year

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Thee other women

Babe ….? Pt .1

Plot: May had life all planned out she was successful, comfortable, and about to get married to the man of her dreams until she answers his phone. Out of all things she never expected another woman and she certainly never expected to meet jungwoo through it.

Babe.. pt 1 overview: may gets a text message from the contact name babe via her supposed fiancé’s phone.

I toss my purse on the chair free falling into the couch who would have thought it would be so hard for a wedding planner to plan their own wedding. ‘Buzz’ I look over my shoulder and of course he left his phone I reach for it a message notification pops up from ….babe?.

[alright see you then] I text back quickly without even thinking and let out a harsh breath “ who the fuck is this” calm down may it’s gotta be an explanation and if it isn’t “hells gonna break loose” I quietly announce laying back down with the phone on my chest I blink a couple of time to register looking down at the phone..isn’t this his work phone why would he go on a work trip without it.

The next day

I woke at the crack of dawn like i wanted the rooster’s job and after doing the necessities there was nothing left but what I was dreading, to get ready to meet “babe” who ever she was. I rummage through my closet agitated fuck there isn’t anything good in here I kick my foot knocking over a box a red shirt spills out. I pick it up examining it dang this was my favorite shirt before it was ruined for me I stuff it in my arm determined to wear it now and with the other pick up some black pants laying them on the same arm and gather my boots.

“I need to get out just open the door and go and walk, yes” I say as I grip the steering wheel this is a train wreck oh my gosh and he’s cheating on me and this shirt this shirt I shouldn’t have worn it I pull at it “gosh” I inhale deeply pushing out the car fast walking I open the mall doors pull out his phone and move towards a bench.

Now or never I guess as I make my way towards footlocker closing my eyes and pushing the door I scan the room fuck which one is she great work may.

I roll my eyes opening my purse and before I could pull my phone out a male comes up to me. “Hello ?” he says like he’s questioning it with his hand out “hello” looking around again I breath through my nose and shake his hand, he’s definitely a looker a boy I’d like back in my high school days the ones they warn you about.

Tilting my head i raise my eyebrow “oh..he must have sent you instead, right James you’re his assistant” He finally says I grow tense it’s all happening too fast “actually no I’m not I’m suppose to be his fiancée… and you must be babe huh” I say whipping the phone out to show the messages “…his fiancée?” He replied seemingly shocked “ yep and you’re babe now that we’re all caught up I’ll be taking my leave” I say flatly walking away “ wait .. I wasn’t with him or anything I was meeting to tell him off really actually” i purse my lips together “ well great guess we’re twinning now cause I’ll be telling him off too” I reply without turning back.

Pushing through the double door of the mall i speed walk fishing for my keys. Getting in the car I sit closing the door tightly and lay back shutting my eyes, what am I gonna do.

Masterlist

…Fiancée ? Pt 2 ->

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