#local bridal shows

[fungalittleweirdo]

Yandere Rise Donatello Designer AU

okay, hear me out.

let me give context for this concept idea first (you could skip the next paragraph if you don't care, i'm just weird, i promise i start discussing the concept right after this next paragraph trust me)

i am a huge fan of this one designer in new york, bella pietro, her work is amazing. i was able to attend her bridal line debut fashion show in person this past sunday and got to speak with her very briefly. she's very lovely, relatable, super down to earth, and humble. she is also one of the influences for my own jewellery line, but this isn't the point i'm making, i'm going insanely off topic. i thought about what it would be like being a clothes designer in nyc.

donatello is the founder and ceo (at least, that's canonically what i'm led to believe) of Genius Built Technologies. it's also canon he designs Genius Built Apparel. i initially had this idea and shared it on discord a while back based around donnie being a member of a discord server with other designers. these designers usually joined said server for creativity, support, sharing each others' work, and giving critiques when wanted.

imagine you, an up-and-coming designer, join this server to gain more reach. while donnie was bored looking at others' designs and critiquing them harshly when asked to, he admired your work and advocated for you so that you could gain more popularity. the two of you accepted each other's friend requests and started talking in dms. he admired your work and thought it was cute how you were slowly rising in the industry, but you needed the right connections to actually get things going. you started getting seamstresses and a manager, but that took your time away from donnie.

donnie might have found out you lived in new york, that was when he suggested a meet-up for a collaboration. he was excited when you said yes, and a GB Apparel x For You line was in the works for when the two of you started discussing potential pieces. your crew got a little upset when you put all your attention on the collaborative project, especially your manager, and they thought it was a bad idea. you thought about listening to them and backing away to work on the collab line in the future. donnie... didn't really like that.

he loved spending time with you, as hard as it was for him to admit it. he adored the way you drew your designs, the face you made when you focused and shrimped over your tablet to get the details just right. he told you to adjust your posture, and you did it with a stretch, you ran your fingers through your hair he so badly wanted to run his fingers through instead. donnie hated the thought of having that taken away from him. once you told him you wanted to file away the collaborative project for another time, he managed to manipulate and gaslight convince you into believing your manager has the wrong idea, because his own brand was well known and high quality.

you hesitantly agreed with him and your crew began getting a distaste for you when you arrived late to meetings, made decisions with poor judgement, and delayed your own projects in favour of working with donatello instead. what you didn't know is that donnie anonymously emailed them all to quit their jobs with you because you were practically not working with them anymore. your crew moved on to work with other local designers. you didn't think much of it, you were aware people in this business would come and go, they would find other people to work for and it's no big deal, because you could sew your designs yourself.

besides, donatello had been a big help, he lent you his sewing machines that literally sewed by themselves. your own fall line had been presented on a runway at a moderately sized venue, a team curated by donatello organised it as if he were your manager. everyone on the server the two of you met on barely showed their support at first, until you got incoming praises and compliments from everyone after donatello's worship of you was sent in the runway channel. you were unaware to the fact that donatello threatened everyone with their careers if they didn't support you.

everyone seemed beginning to dislike you, your fans acknowledged that it didn't seem to be you at fault because your head was still held up high, staying positive and thanking anyone who bothered to take a look at your collection. donatello was working behind the scenes to isolate you as much as possible. he didn't want anyone taking you away from him because you were his precious fashion genius, your ideas complement his. that's why GB Apparel x For You is going to rock the fashion world, he had thought, deep in his delusions of spending more time with you. one look at you and it had his heart beating out of his chest.

your workspace in his apartment was a mess, fabrics everywhere, sketchbooks and a couple tablets (courtesy of Genius Built Technologies) with plenty of space for designs and you sat on the floor with your hair a mess and new glasses (those were courtesy from donatello himself) on your face after staring at the screens for so long. the softshell simply watched you work, enamoured and savouring the way you find his apartment more comfortable to work in because yours is already so cluttered.

donatello was so proud to see the results of your collaboration, he kissed the top of your head and held you close. you've had affectionate friends before, but you had only intimately known donnie for a few months. sure, he was one of the turtles that saved new york years ago, not to mention his brand even climbed up the ranks for a place in paris fashion week alongside balenciaga and valentino... so you knew him... but you didn't ask for this. you used to have more friends, lovely colleagues. whatever happened to that ?

of course, once the collab line debuted in the spring you went back to work, you designed a men's fall line you thought would grab people's attention. it certainly snatched donatello's, when he called you frequently and realised you were parting from him to work on your own, it pissed him off. he wanted to know what you were hiding. you hesitantly let him in on a day when you were being interviewed by april for press, dressed up for photography and not for him. you're only for him, no one should see you except when you're beside him. he lashed out at you in front of april, upset that you weren't telling him your plans since the GB Apparel x For You collaboration, and april took notes of the drama. not for press purposes at all, but to tell his brothers.

you didn't see donatello for a while after that, to which you were glad. you felt a weight finally slipped off your shoulders as you rebuilt your community. people didn't know that donatello was the one at fault for your darkest moments. you rebuilt your community over the course of a year, making new connections and finally making it into new york fashion week all by your own efforts, not by donatello's.

it was when he showed up at your door everything went downhill again. he pushed his way back into your life, asking for a spring GB Apparel x For You line even though he already started on his own designs, incorporating style that you would add due to how well he already knew you. over the year he had been gone, he watched how you grew and connected with other people in the soho fashion scene. the thought made his skin crawl. it irked him to know you were out and about, perhaps having dinner with your new manager, or spending hours at a time with your new seamstresses after you threw out the sewing machines he so lovingly gifted to you.

all he wanted was to share his world with you, have you live in lavish luxury like you deserve. you said no. you already had ideas for your spring line which would be presented in london along with new york, you didn't have time to collaborate with him. donnie threw another tantrum in your apartment, this time feeling a lot more destructive. he threw your decorations everywhere, then held up some of your supplies to set them on fire. it scared you into submission, telling him yes, putting off your own projects to move into his apartment and get to working with him on the next collab line.

things were different this time. donatello was a lot more clingy, literally working alongside you as the two of you designed the thirty-piece collection, he made gentle suggestions and leaned in close, added and subtracted things on what you already drew. the two of you had ordered takeout sometimes and he would be the only one allowed to receive the food. you felt trapped. there was nothing you could do about it, just accept your fate.

you disappeared off the tabloids, no one knew where you went, not even april. donnie kept you away for his eyes only, wrapping his arms around you at every chance he got, nuzzling into your neck from behind as you tried to break through the parental locks donatello placed on your tablets. that won't work, darling, he said, a smirk on his face you could feel against your skin. it made you sick, your stomach churning at the thought that you might stay in your captor's arms forever.

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt writing #rise donatello #rise donnie x reader #rise donatello x reader #donnie x reader #donatello x reader #rottmnt x reader #yandere rise donnie #yandere donnie #no beta we die like gram gram #angst #dark content #jules' thoughts

[karasuno-writings]

Hallo from your neighbourhood lurker I have but a simple request for our lovely bois and I can’t get it out of my head so I decided to put it into yours dear author,

I would like headconnons of them sleeping, let me elaborate I want sleeping hcs like what would it be like to sleep next to them and so on

What would be your nightly routine with them, I would like to request for these hcs for the following bois, iwa, bokuto and tendo

TLTR: sleeping hcs with Iwa, Bokuto and Tendo

Thank you for reading

Have a good day/night

From your local neighbourhood lurker 



SLEEPING IN - IWAIZUMI, TENDOU AND BOKUTO

Hello friendly neighborhood lurker jejeje; I LOVED this request so much, I adore joint night routines and there is something so lovely about waking up on a lazy day next to your loved one, thank you so much for this request! I hope you like it!!

I’m also so terribly sorry for the delay! Last week was busier than expected and coincidentally I’ve been tired out of my mind due to lack of sleep jejej

I recommend you listen to “Sunday morning” by Maroon 5 because a lazy morning with these boys would definitely sound like that!

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

Iwaizumi is very disciplined and his daily routines are no exception, and once you come into the picture you made his nights way better, he always looks forward to spending the last hours of his day with you

After a long day at the gym coming home to you and to your home gives him immense comfort. The first thing the two of you do is cook dinner; he is a surprisingly ok cook, and just having the two of you in the kitchen with music in the background is pure bliss. 

He loves to just hug you from behind, swaying, while you tell him about your day. Hidden in the crook of your neck you only feel him hum to make you know he is listening, planting soft kisses every once in a  while.

He likes to shower after dinner, and you are always welcome to join him if you feel like it, specially if you are going to help him wash his hair (He always helps you wash yours)

He does have a skin-care routine, and if you do too he likes to have the two of you together in the bathroom, music still in the background, while he shaves and washes his face (He WILL do facemasks if you ask, also his aftershave smells so good, kinda like soft wood and rain)

He likes to sleep as early as possible. He gets super sleepy after 10 o'clock and will start just laying his head on your shoulder and walking slowly behind you until you go to bed. If you take too long he will just lift you up bridal style and tuck you in. 

He likes to watch stuff before going to bed, especially if you’ve been watching a show or movie together; HOWEVER do not be surprised if he falls asleep just sitting down. If you nudge him he will make himself comfortable and wrap his arms around you and you can either join him or keep watching, he does not mind as long as he can cuddle you 

If he sees you falling asleep before him he will pause whatever you are watching get you comfortable and just play with your hair, running his hands up and down your as he falls asleep

He gives the best cuddles ever, the only downside is that he is a human heater so if there is a particularly hot month be prepared to sweat 

He does not budge a bit in the night, and he has a deep sleep, so if you move dont worry about him, however good luck trying to stand up if you need to pee because he pulls you right back in as he sleeps soundly 

His favorite position to sleep is when you rest your head on his chest and wrap an arm around him while he wraps his arms around you, kind of like a half spoon, he feels so safe holding you. If you get tired in the middle of the night he likes to be the big spoon, he is contempt with having a lazy arm around you

If there is work to do he is an early riser, he gives you a kiss on the forehead and makes you both either coffee or tea while you shake off your own sleepiness. If you got stuff to do and you refuse to wake up he starts by nudging you, until he  gives up and starts hitting you with pillows. He loves the angry look on your face while you scold him for being rude, hoping a kiss on the cheek makes up for the trouble

HOWEVER, if there is no rush he loves to spend a lazy morning. He still wakes up early, he cannot help it, but he takes his time basking in your sunlit sleepy face, tracing your body with featherlight fingers while he waits for you to wake up; he can stare at you for hours

He loves taking you to eat breakfast outside on lazy days, using it as an excuse to take a morning stroll on the closest park while you chat and drink coffee

TENDOU SATORI

Tendou is more of an “on-the-go” guy, he does not have a set sleeping routine, still, there is stuff he likes to get done at night 

He does not particularly like cooking, as opposed to baking, so either you are eating leftovers, takeout or he is baking some kind of either sweet or savory pastry for the two of you, depending on his mood on that particular night and how much you beg for him to make you your favorite treat. 

He loves to blast love songs while baking so if the pastry is in the oven he will karaoke with you while he spins and guides you to the beat. GIve him kisses while the two of you dance and he will melt. 

He does not have a face routine but he does wash his face, he has a set of soap and lotion, nothing too fancy. However he is a big fan of you giving both of you facemasks while you watch something on the tv and talk about the day that just passed. 

He suffers from insomnia so he usually sleeps pretty late, he hates just tossing and turning around in bed so if you want to go to sleep he will bring some manga, or watch a youtube video. He sometimes feels like he is bothering you with the dim light of his phone so he tries to use it as little as possible.

Due to that, he is a chatter bug; it can be 3 o’ clock in the morning and you will hear him shuffle to face you before asking either the deepest stuff or just a variant of “What type of pizza do you think I would be?”

If you don’t answer because you are asleep he monologues his ideas or talking about the latest manga he read while playing with your hair and staring at your sleepy face, he thinks you look the most adorable when asleep.

He adores being the little spoon, there is something so comforting to him about being held, so he loves the feeling of your arms around him and your sleepy breath on his neck 

Moves little in the night but he is a light sleeper and will wake up briefly if you move, but he does not mind much; uses it as an excuse to snuggle closer

Tendou is not particularly a morning person, but if he wakes up accidentally he has a hard time falling asleep again. Still, since sleeping next to you he finds it easier to soothe himself to sleep, so he’ll just nudge you and go “You hug  me”, while grabbing your arms and tucking himself between them. if you comply he is the happiest and just hums a little to help him fall asleep once more

Likes to shower in the mornings because it helps him wake up fully and feel fresh, even if you are in a hurry, the second you step inside the shower he forgets so he takes his time just talking to you about what he dreamt.

He likes lazy mornings because he takes his time to fall asleep as many times as need be. He likes the morning haze and just seeing your sleepy face, as he gets closer to you, your warmth enveloping him to soothe him back to sleep, he will wake up whenever you want, which means that it can be 1 o’ clock and the two of you are still entangled in bed, talking softly or maybe watching something on the tv, not caring about anything in the world. 

He is also a big napping enthusiast and his favorite naps are with you. He gets super sleepy due to his messed sleep schedule so just getting to nap with you or even next to you while you do something else really calms him down. 

BOKUTO KOTAROU 

He walks in after a long day of work and most of the time he just goes “Come on Y/N let’s go on an adventure!”, which is a fun way of naming your dates whether it is going to the movie theater, for dinner, or just to the park. 

Bokuto loves to go out at night so most of the time dinner and a stroll through the city is the plan, either that or drive-throughs and blasting music while you park the car nearby in order to eat and talk.

If you don’t feel like going out it’s okay! You can either order food or eat some trustworthy cereal or fruit while he asks you all about your day. Please, ask about his day too, he loves to feel like you want to listen to him, and he always has fun anecdotes, you will not regret it.

He takes aaaaaages showering, it is his own personal concert, he has aromatic candles, dim lights and a speaker set; you can hear him sing loud and proud, and he bases his playlist on the mood of the day.

If you join him in the shower he will either perform most of the songs for your amusement or make you duet with him, he appreciates it if you wash his hair while he sings, and will totally return the favor 

After the shower his energy levels fall and he is more cuddly, hugging you from behind while you wash your face and finish your own routine

He does not have a set face wash routine but will not complain if you offer to wash his face or otherwise. He will be humming with his eyes closed while you do so (there is always accidental ingestion of beauty products secondary to him not being able to shut up for more than 3 minutes)

He does not mind whether he sleeps late or early, but he tries to make sure to always sleep his eight hours, after all, being a high performance athlete comes with responsibilities

He does not have a to-go sleeping position, it depends a lot on how the two of you get comfortable, still, he HAS to be touching you on at least one point, even if it’s only by his foot rubbing yours. Not that it matters because he is a hurricane in his sleep and most of the time he ends up hugging you by either an arm or a leg , and also hogging most of the bedsheets 

He snores super lightly every once in a while. Also, he has a habit of sleep-talking. If he says something and you answer he will hold a conversation, it will make no sense at all to you, but it is very endearing to hear him talk. 

He is a deep sleeper, a truck could run him over and he won’t budge, and in the mornings it is no different, he has a lot of difficulties waking up, which only gets amplified when he feels your warmth next to him, hugging you close and grunting when the alarm clock sounds for the third time. 

That is also the reason why he loves weekends, just knowing the two of you have nowhere to go and nothing to do but cuddle. He likes to play a movie and have the two of you watch it half-asleep before going to fix some breakfast. 

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu!! #haikyuu imagines #kiki writes #iwaizumi x reader #tendou x reader #bokuto x reader

[thewritersaddictions]

Drabbles: (COD) 141: Love Sick

At first, nobody says anything about it. Simon really doesn't remember that he has your lips tattooed into his skin for the rest of his life. It's just part of him, just as you are part of him and his life. It's something he's used to.

The military ball starts it all off. The envelope is in your apartment mailbox, so you saw it, opened it, and read it. The admission wasn't horrible, but that wouldn't be hard. It would convince Simon to get dressed formally and then persuade him to take you. He'd go if the rest of his mystery team was going. Now, here comes the waiting for Simon to come home so you can attack playfully with this new information.

It worked, thankfully. You waited for him to get comfortable. Changing out of his gear and into those sweats that always made you look at his ass and a black tee. Sitting on the couch in his lap, his arms wrapped around your middle, protecting you and keeping you close simultaneously. "Si?" He hums but doesn't take his eyes off the TV screen. "Something came in the mail today." You say, drawing a bit of his attention to you.

"What came in the mail today, honey?" he asks, splitting his attention between the TV and you. It's just an invite to a party that I think we should go to." Simon's brows pinch together. "You think we should go to a party?" he asks. You lean back a bit in his hold and look at him.

"The military ball." You answer, "I think we should go to the military ball." Simon's eyes widen, and his hold loosens. "Honey, I don't like events like that now." You know for a fact that Simon is telling the truth, but there's a part of you that just wants him to agree with you.

He takes you out on a date and shows you off to all of his military buddies. Hopefully, you will meet the man who keeps your man alive and has him return home to you.

It doesn't take much before you look at formal gowns on your phone. Simon isn't upset that you've convinced him to go. "Just wear your mask, Si, please. I really wanna go," you had said sweetly, nuzzling into his strong shoulder. He had only agreed because he couldn't say no to you when you kissed him like you did.

Simon went with you dress shopping. The local bridal store had a great selection to choose from, and it was always nice to have a hunk of a man standing guard. Stacking dresses in his arms, he helped you to the dressing room, and when you came out in that black-and-white formal gown, you wished you could have seen all of Simon's face.

"Look at you." He said as you walked out of your shared bedroom. Your hair pinned up and out of your face. Makeup lightly covers your cheeks and lips. He was just as handsome as you were pretty. A black suit that hugs him muscles in the best ways. He looks absolutely to die for. His blonde hair styled and slick back to keep out of his face, but the mask still overs most of his identifying features. His neck exposed for all to the red inked tattoos of your lips on his neck. He looks branded in a cutest but also hottest way.

"You ready to go dove?" He asks holding out a hand to pull you in close to him. He smells of cedarwood and vanilla, you breath him liking how you fit into his strong arms. "I'm ready Si." You murmur into his chest, and off the two of you go.

Price is the first one to notice the ink on Simon's neck. Price has known Simon for a long time now, so when Simon's attitude took a significant incline, Price could only assume that Simon meant someone great. Price pulls into a smile when he sees your arms interlocked with Simon's. With the doting way Simon looks at you, even from behind a mask, Price can tell that you are everything to him.

He doesn't rush over; he watches instead. Simon grabs drinks for the both of you and keeps a protective guard over you, always touching and keeping you close to him. He's proud of the man that Simon has become and senses that you might have something to do with it. Simons catches his Captain looking and then looks down at you; there are words spoken between you that Price can't hear. But then the two of you walk over to where he stands, "Hi, I've heard so much about you. You must be Captain Price." You say, offering a dainty hand out to shake. He takes it and smiles towards Simon. "You must be the girl that's changing our Simon."

You giggle and clutch onto Simons's bicep, pressing your cheek into the muscle. "I'm gonna see if they have any tiny little sandwiches, okay, Si." You say before turning to walk towards the food littered with food. "Si, huh?" Prices tease, "Where'd you find her?" Price asks, "I'm not sure. She was just there one day after I got home from deployment." Simon says, still looking at you. "Well, I don't think I have to tell you, but don't do anything stupid." Simon nods and shakes his commanding officer's hand before leaving to find his girl.

Soap and Gaz are standing off towards the back of the room. They talk and hold beers when they notice the big, tough guy act that Ghost consistently portrays, but it isn't how he's acting here, and a sweet girl is standing next to him. Kissing on his cheek and playing with his fingers. "What do you think that's about?" Gaz asks Soap; Soap's eyes are boring holes into the two love birds across the room. "I'm not sure, but I think Ghost has found himself a girl. Always thought he wasn't into relationships." Soap answers, and as the two of them talk, they watch Ghost and this dainty woman kiss on each other and touch.

"Why don't you two introduce yourself instead of gawking at them." Price says from behind them, scaring the shit out of both of them. "Oh, I don't think." Before Gaz can finish, they're both being pushed or dragged in Simon's and you's direction. "I think these two have forgotten how to be nice. Now introduce yourself to her." Price says there's a roll of Simons eyes. "Hi, I'm Soap, and this is Gaz." Soap answers. Your face lights up like your kid watching Christmas lights. "Oh, it's so nice to finally meet you all. I told Si that I really wanted to meet all of you. So glad we came now." You say, holding on to Simons's arm firmly.

Before Simon can even get a word edge-wise, Soap has his mouth gaped open and stares at the tattoo on his neck. "New tattoo, Lt." soap teases, and with a roll of Simons's eyes, he doesn't even answer him. "Oh, do you like them? Si got them just for me. He's got a few more." Simon's eyes go wide at the truth coming out. Airing his dirty laundry out for his whole team to see. "Oh, does he know? You'll have to tell us all about them, lass." There's a heavy sigh heard as Soap and Gaz whisk you away to talk.

Leaving just Simon and Price standing there with bottles of beer in their hands. "You should have known this was gonna happen." Price says softly, chuckling at the way Simons shakes his head. "I told her I didn't wanna go, but she's so hard to deny." There's a permanent smile on Simons's face, even if the mask hides it. Price can see it clear as day. "Well, maybe you should go save her before Soap and Gaz take her away and use her against you."

Completed on: 03/27/24

Posted on: 03/29/24

COD- @youdidntseemehere21

#fluff #fem reader #female reader #requests are open #open requests #requests open #cod modern warfare #cod mwii #cod #task force 141 #tf 141 #141 x reader #cod 141 #mw2 141 #kyle gaz garrick #john price #johnny soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #tf141 reaction #fluff prompts #fluff oneshot #lots of fluff #fluff fluff fluff #obsessive love #tattoos

[sleepstxtic]

Fluff Fest: Dead Pigeon Edition - Masterlist

@maesterchill and I bring to you the masterlist of works from the Fluff Fest: Dead Pigeon Edition! All 22 works are 2k or under (with the exception of our multi-chaptered fics). You can find them below! Thank you so much for following along <3

Hungry Face by @themiddleofwonderland | Explicit Draco's been at the cottage for a week.

Asphalt and Asphodel by @jtimu | Mature Harry and Draco take a road trip.

Spellbound by @wolfpants | Explicit Draco Malfoy's crime ring have captured the one asset they know will get Harry Potter's attention: his son, Albus. With their location in France no longer untraceable, Draco must move Albus to the next safehouse. They're alone, in a shitty Muggle car in the middle of the European countryside, and the tension is about to hit its crest.

Camp Crystal Wood by @leahrocky | Explicit Harry is hired to be a camp counselor at the newly reopened Camp Crystal Wood alongside his very best friends. When he finds out Draco Malfoy will be there as well, he knows he's in for a boatload of trouble.

Carnivorous Plants and What to Feed Them by DrPansyParkinson | Mature Neville Longbottom's too busy at work to find a girl to date, but when the perfect witch walks through his grandmother's flower shop doors, he'll stop at nothing to dance with her.

bad omen, right? by @maesterchill | Explicit George Weasley is a busy man.Busy managing a very successful joke shop, and a moderately successful social life, and a less-than-successful sobriety issue. Certainly far too busy to spare a single thought for something as everyday as his talking mirror. So, it's only when his girlfriend Angelina is helping him decide what to wear for his fortieth birthday party that evening that he finally sees it. A glimpse of his long-dead brother, silent and unspeaking. Which, as all wizards know, can't be a good omen.

Soft Love by @just-a-whorecrux | Explicit Albus has the best birthday ever. 😌🧸

Waters of the Womb by @annanother-thing | Explicit Two decades is too long, and Ginny is finally free from the girl in the mirror.

Garden Scene by CreepingMyrtle | Mature   Narcissa welcomes Lucius home from Azkaban. It’s a warm night, not yet dark, and, as he speaks, her heart collapses inward on itself until it is as hard and dense as a hagstone, calcified around its gaping hole. She thinks she will perhaps never cry again. “Yes, darling,” she says, and “Here, there’s something I’ve been wanting to show you.” She summons his favorite robe. She leads him to the garden.

A Drowned Man by @apricitydays-lazynights | Mature Is there anything in this world more restorative than a bubble bath?

Mushroom Hunting by @apricitydays-lazynights | Mature Ollivanders wands are crafted with only the finest materials, proudly sourced locally using sustainable practices.

A Soft, Low Strain by @dodgerkedavra | Explicit Harry can’t help that it feels so good.

poison every little thing by veradubhghoill | Explicit “Yuck,” Draco says in a tone of such vehemence that Harry feels a sudden, violent pang of longing for the Draco Malfoy he’d known in Hogwarts.

Aged unto perfection by @maesterchill | Mature Draco and Harry enjoy a tipple together on their honeymoon.

Hold me like water by @uncannycerulean | Mature After the war, Draco starts frequenting bookshops all over London, not knowing what he is looking for. Until he finds Harry, who is looking for something, too.

This Messiah Needs Watching by @themiddleofwonderland | Explicit The baby comes the day after Draco's birthday.

The Dancing Hours by @dodgerkedavra | Explicit Harry begged. Draco couldn't say no.

His Ghost by @sleepstxtic | Mature “I saw his ghost," Hermione says.

Bridal Rose by @dodgerkedavra | Explicit Harry would do anything.

Gutless by @sillywives | Explicit Malfoy is sick. Harry is getting better.

I would love you if you had a worm by @elskanellis | Explicit Living in the Room of Requirement during Snape's tenure, Ginny has had to do a lot of things to help her community survive. Saving Seamus Finnegan might be the most difficult thing yet.

Now I Wake Up In The Night and Watch You Breathe by @hoko-onchi-writes | Explicit Harry has been pining for years. It's time he finally makes his dreams come true.

#fluff fest: dead pigeon edition #masterlist #drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #lucius malfoy #narcissa malfoy #lucissa #panville #pansy parkinson #neville longbottom

[writingforatwistedworld]

hi! I love your blog, you have great ideas for Au's and writing the characters.

Could I ask for Idia, Azul and Vil's reaction to which reader is getting married but chooses to leave their partner standing at the altar and run away with them? it was an arranged marriage or something

(yandere au, please excuse my english, I'm using a translator)

Yandere x reader

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, marriage, unhealthy relationship, kidnapping, imprisonment, illegal substances, manipulation, obsession

Azul Ashengrotto, Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud-Running away from an arranged marriage with them

Ok, first of all, how was it even able to come this far?

I mean, this man takes everyone out who just looks at you in a funny way

No matter how suave he is with everybody elso he is a huge manipulative softy around you and… now you are getting married?

Mhm great ok but why isn’t he the one signing those papaers??!

Instead there is that random stranger who, oh goodness, looks just like a fool who would accept even a contract from the most obvious scammer in this world

And would you look at that? It’s a contract! With the fools signature!

Having no other choice but to hand you over your guests and whoever you were forced to marry can now only watch as you to vanish into the sea

“You are shaking dear. Were you so afraid of getting maried to them? Don’t you worry, I will take care of you.”

Well at least you now have the option to escape whilst you were chained to some stranger in the earlier scenario…

But how was our local octopus sushi roll capable of getting that signature?

Of course Azul wouldn’t just waltz into the room and take you with him

He might, and the keyword is might, have used… legal and less legal substances to make your now ex-fiance agree to hand you over in exchange for a stack of money

Never mind the two danger noodles who were standing behind Azul and hovered over them whilst signing the papers

But hey! You are now having a home here! Under water! With chances as good as none to anyone ever finding you! More time for the two of you... yay?

Ok, Vil is, in theory and sense, rich from being so famous

And somehow the person who set this marriage up was able to push through with the preparations without problems?

Uh... is this some weird parallel dimension?

Despite his harshness whenever beauty (and how dry your hands looked) was presented in the discussions you two shared until now he is... in truth very tender whenever he is thinking about you

Rook being a menace? Show him a photo of you and he is silent once more

Epel didn't do his skincare routine again? Tell him something about you he didn't know and he is doing it for the young man

An assistant during a modeling gig spilled coffee over his clothing? Mention you and he is calm

Tell him that you are getting forcfully married off? Well then... oh uh... I think there is nothing there to stop him from breaking down the door

Epel and Rook also there, the first ready to snatch the cake and the second there to protect Vils “beau visage” (I can already feel the French going for my throat)

Yeah, that refined, cool mask is off and he is ready to burn the building to the ground, public image be damned!

Vil, sweety, I think you are stealing a certain faes role... TAKE THOSE FLAMES AWAY FROM ME!!!

But *ahem* back to them burning down buildings

Before you know it Vil is carrying you bridal style whilst scowling that things got this far

Oh? Happiness? Yes. You will experience that for a while... until you realize that you are trapped in a golden cage filled with skin care products and luxury brands... and oh! Almost forgot! With Vil Schoenheit himself, the legend, taking care of you

But how was he able to make sure no one found out about the incident?

Well, now there is a new kind of beef. Vil posted that there was a certain individual who had been harassing him and who wants to end his career with lies. Whoops! He also leaked their account!

But my dear, don't you worry about that. All you need to do is to stay in your little golden cage, stand in still like Snow White did in her coffin and just enjoy the presence of your beloved. No need to think about someone who will be hunted down soon by an angry mob after all...

You would be pardoned to think “Idia is a shut-in. No way he will blow that marriage up!”

I said pardoned, not being correct

You see, he might not be able to so much in person but that doesn't mean he behind a screen can't

No, seriously, take that PC away before he ends them once and for all

Also, you can ruin someone without a huge following on social media

Just be someone who can hack and is able to manipulate someone's data in their files

Suddenly police is storming the room, screaming at your fiancee to raise their hands slowly

Mhm, that was Idia

So still standing there in shook you didn't even notice the younger Shroud brother guiding you to his sibling

And that was where the awkward silence began

I mean, you were his sun, Hades Olymp, so close and yet so far away...

So how could he ever bear seeing you with another person?

Probably the best one to end up with of these three. He will not force affection upon you (being too shy himself), give you too much direct attention (only looking at you when you are distracted) and will even create a simulation of the outside world just for you

But why does the air feel so tense? Why does it feel like you have entered into a place beyond return, as if you are trapped in the Underworld?

Wes it his staring whenever you slept, catching him whenever you woke up and barely opening your eyes? Or were it the little touches of fingertips whenever he gave you something, feeling as if you had been burned

But no need to worry! They are gone and you are free! In his own, small world...

#TWST #yandere twst x reader #yandere twst #twst x reader #twst azul #twst vil #twst idia #twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twsited wonderland azul #yandere azul x reader #yandere azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #yandere azul #azul x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #yandere vil schoenheit #yandere vil x reader #yandere vil #twisted wonderland vil #yandere idia x reader #yandere idia #yandere idia shroud #twisted wonderland idia #idia x reader #tw: yandere #tw: marriage #tw: unhealthy relationship

[rylem33]

Major Gains

“Morning, Mrs. Henderson,” Emma, a local librarian, greeted the elderly woman who frequented the mystery section, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Good morning, dear. Any new romances on the shelf?” Mrs. Henderson asked, peering over her glasses with a knowing smile.

“Just in,” Emma replied, handing her a novel with a blush creeping up her cheeks. Romance was not just a section in the library for Emma; it was a chapter in her own life that was swiftly approaching its climax—the wedding.

As Mrs. Henderson shuffled away, Emma caught her reflection in the computer screen. She studied the familiar contours of her face, the soft lines that spoke of kindness but also of a timidity that she longed to shed.

“Hey, Em, you okay?” Sarah, Emma’s college friend, bridesmaid, and chosen Maid-of-Honor, breezed into the library, her energy a stark contrast to Emma’s calm.

Emma forced a smile. “Yeah, just the usual pre-wedding jitters, I guess.”

Sarah leaned in, her voice dropping conspiratorially. “You know, you could always join me at the gym. Get those endorphins pumping. It’s better than any therapy session.”

Emma hesitated, the idea of the gym filled her with a sense of dread. “I don’t know, Sarah…”

“Come on! What’s the worst that could happen? You get fit for the wedding, meet some cute gym trainers, and thank me for the genius idea?” Sarah teased, her nudge gentle but persuasive.

Emma laughed, the sound surprising even herself. “Alright, I’ll think about it.”

“Think faster, Em. We’re going dress shopping this Saturday, remember?” Sarah winked, her confidence something Emma secretly admired, especially now that she was her Maid-of-Honor and had taken on the role of guiding her through the wedding preparations.

After Sarah left, Emma’s thoughts swirled like the leaves outside the library window. She wanted to feel strong, capable, and yes, even a bit alluring in her wedding dress. Perhaps it was time for a change.

Later that day, while scrolling through her phone during a quiet moment at the circulation desk, an ad popped up, bold and promising: “Transform Yourself with PowerShake—Major Gains Guaranteed!”

With a deep breath, Emma clicked on the ad, hopeful to get in shape before her wedding.

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The air in the gym was a concoction of determination and sweat, a far cry from the musty, book-laden shelves of the library. Emma, in her new pair of sneakers, stood awkwardly by the treadmills, her gaze flitting across the rows of intimidating equipment. 

“First time?” a voice boomed behind her, making her jump. It was Jack, the gym’s most sought-after trainer, with a smile as bright as his bald head.

Emma nodded, clutching her gym bag like a lifeline. “Is it that obvious?”

Jack chuckled, his voice warm. “We all start somewhere. You here to join the ‘New Life, New Me’ program?”

She showed him the PowerShake ad on her phone. “Something like that. I’m getting married soon and thought I could…you know, make some changes.”

“Great! Let’s get you started with a light workout. We’ll have you feeling like a superhero in no time,” Jack assured her, leading her to the smoothie bar.

The shake was a gritty, chalky substance that Emma struggled to swallow, but the determination in Jack’s eyes spurred her on. “To new beginnings,” she toasted, grimacing slightly at the aftertaste.

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A few weeks before, in a quaint bridal boutique filled with the soft rustle of silk and satin, Emma and Sarah were immersed in the world of wedding dress shopping. Rows of dresses, each more beautiful than the last, lined the walls, but Emma seemed lost in thought, her usual enthusiasm dimmed.

“Hey, what do you think of this one?” Sarah held up a stunning A-line dress, its delicate lace bodice shimmering under the boutique’s soft lighting.

Emma turned, her expression brightening for a moment. “It’s beautiful, but I don’t know if it’s for me.”

Sarah placed the dress back on the rack, turning to Emma with a supportive smile. “You know, Em, I’ve noticed something different about you lately. You’re looking more… I don’t know, vibrant? It’s like you’re starting to glow.”

Emma blushed, a small smile playing on her lips. “Really? I’ve just been trying to take better care of myself, you know, for the wedding.”

“It’s definitely working. You look amazing, and I’m sure you’ll find a dress that makes you feel just as amazing,” Sarah encouraged, her words genuine and warm.

Emma looked at herself in the mirror, contemplating the subtle changes in her reflection. Maybe Sarah was right. Maybe this new regimen was the starting to have a positive effect.

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Weeks flew by, and Emma adhered to her regimen with a religious fervor she never knew she possessed. Each morning began with the vigorous shake of the PowerShake bottle.

“Look at you, Em! You’re shrinking!” Sarah exclaimed during one of their joint gym sessions, her eyes wide with surprise as Emma completed another set of squats.

Emma could feel it—the tightening of her muscles, the newfound energy that zipped through her veins. “I actually ran three miles today without stopping,” she admitted, a hint of pride lacing her words.

“Three miles? Who are you and what have you done with Emma?” Sarah teased, but her hug was tight and sincere.

Michael, her fiancé, noticed too. “You’re glowing, love,” he said one evening, brushing a stray hair from her face. “This gym thing… it’s really working for you.”

His encouragement was like sunlight, and Emma basked in it, pushing herself harder. She added extra weights, blended extra servings of PowerShake, and ran extra miles. The reflection that greeted her in the mirror began to change, muscles curving where none existed before, her posture straightening with a newfound vigor.

She even began to carry herself differently, with a confidence that felt foreign yet exhilarating.

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Weeks later, the changes of Emma were striking. Her body, fit and tone, now was showing curves that drew eyes and whispers wherever she went. Her wardrobe had evolved with her body; where there once were cardigans, there now were plunging necklines and tops that clung to her new, more voluptuous figure.

As her body changed, so too did her hair. The chestnut locks that she once pinned back without a second thought had blonde streaks forming. She moved through the gym with an air of ownership. She would approach the gym machines with a proprietorial gaze, ready to instruct anyone who seemed less informed. “You’ll get more out of it if you do it like this,” she’d say, her voice laced with an edge of superiority that left little room for discussion.

The compliments that used to warm Emma’s heart had become expected tributes, and her responses were no longer tinged with the humble gratitude of her old self. Instead, she’d respond with a smirk or a toss of her glamorous hair, fully aware of the effect she had. The new Emma was all about bold statements, and subtlety had no place in her world.

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During a date night at their favorite local restaurant, a place that had once been a backdrop for their cozy, intimate conversations, the change in Emma was unmistakably apparent. They sat across from each other, but the emotional distance between them felt like miles.

“Emma, you’re looking…wow, just wow,” Michael stuttered, his eyes taking in the transformation of the woman he loved. She seemed to glow with an aura that was both alluring and, in some ways, intimidating.

“I know,” Emma replied, her voice laced with a newfound confidence that bordered on arrogance. The soft glow of the candlelight accentuated the changes in both her body and attitude.

Michael fumbled with his napkin, trying to bridge the gap that seemed to have widened between them. “You’ve really been working hard. I can see that. The gym, the health shakes… it’s all really paying off.”

Emma leaned back, surveying the restaurant with a critical eye, as if seeing it for the first time. “Yeah, I guess I’ve outgrown a lot of things lately. This place, for example. It’s nice, but I’ve been thinking we should start trying out some of those upscale places downtown.”

Michael raised his eyebrows, a hint of concern in his voice. “But we love this place. It’s where we had our first date.”

Emma’s laugh was light, but it carried an edge. “That was ages ago, Michael. People change, tastes evolve.”

As they left the restaurant, Michael tried to hold her hand, but Emma’s fingers slipped away, her attention caught by a message on her phone.

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As Emma shelved books she spotted Sarah, who had walked in on her day off. “Hey, Em,” Sarah greeted, her voice a mix of warmth and caution.

Emma glanced over, a flicker of recognition passing before her eyes settled back on the titles in her hands. “Sarah,” she acknowledged, her tone flat.

“I barely recognized you,” Sarah chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. “This new look… it’s something else, huh?”

Emma placed a book back on the shelf, turning to Sarah with a slow, measured look. “Yeah, I look great. Don’t I?”

Sarah fidgeted with the strap of her bag, searching for the friendliness that used to come so easily between them. “You know, Em, the guys and I—we’re a bit worried. You’ve changed so much and so fast.”

Emma’s lips curled into a half-smile, one that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Whatever.”

Sarah’s smile faltered. “Emma, it seems like you’re … I don’t know, losing touch with who you are. We miss you.”

Emma’s gaze was dismissive, her posture exuding an arrogance that Sarah had never seen in her before. “You don’t miss me. You miss the quiet Emma who nodded along to everything. That Emma is gone.”

“Emma, you’re not just quiet or loud—you’re kind, or at least you were. You cared about people.”

Emma shrugged, a gesture that dismissed Sarah’s sentiment as easily as she would a misplaced book. “I can’t help it if you are all beneath me now.”

Emma pushed by Sarah, shoving her as she passed.

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The library, once her sanctuary, had become a backdrop for her new interests—texting, taking selfies, and maintaining her online presence. The stacks of books and quiet corners were now mere props in the background of her daily photo sessions.

Her behavior didn’t go unnoticed. While Emma was engrossed in capturing the perfect angle for her selfie, her boss, Mr. Davies, approached her. His expression was a mix of frustration and disappointment.

“Emma, can I have a word with you in my office?” he asked, his tone suggesting that it wasn’t a request.

In his office, Mr. Davies confronted her. “Emma, this isn’t like you. You’re spending more time on your phone than with the patrons. This is a library, not a photography studio.”

Emma, leaning against the door with a bored look, replied with a scoff. “Oh, please. This old place? It’s practically prehistoric. And let’s not pretend like what I do here is some grand contribution to society.”

Mr. Davies, taken aback, tried to appeal to her sense of reason. “This is about more than just your job performance. It’s about your respect for this place and the people here.”

Emma laughed, a cold, mocking sound. “Respect? For this dusty old building and the boring people in it? I’m way beyond this place. I’m not wasting another minute here.”

Standing up, she flung the door open, but not before delivering her parting shot. “I quit. And honestly, it’s hilarious that you think I’d want to keep working in this dead-end job with a bunch of losers. I’m destined for bigger things than this.”

Her voice raised enough for her colleagues and patrons to hear, Emma continued, “You’re all just wasting your lives in here, while I’m out there living mine to the fullest. You could learn a thing or two from me.”

With that, Emma strutted out of the office and through the library, her head held high. Her exit was dramatic and unapologetic, leaving a trail of shocked and disbelieving faces behind her. She didn’t look back, not even once.

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The tension in the air was palpable as Emma and Michael sat across from each other at their small dining table, an array of wedding brochures and sample invitations spread out before them. Emma, however, seemed more interested in her phone than the wedding plans.

“Emma, we need to talk about the caterers,” Michael said, trying to capture her attention.

Without looking up, Emma replied dismissively, “Oh, I already emailed them. Told them we’re going upscale. None of that bland, traditional stuff.”

Michael sighed, his patience waning. “But we agreed on the menu weeks ago. And… why are you always on that phone? Is there something more important than us planning our wedding?”

Emma glanced up, her eyes cold. “It’s called multitasking, Michael. Maybe you should try it sometime.”

There was a moment of silence before Michael ventured into more treacherous waters. “Emma, your boss called me. He said you quit your job? Why didn’t you talk to me about it?”

Emma’s fingers paused over her phone’s screen. “I don’t need to consult you on every decision, Michael. That job was suffocating me. I’m not the same mousy librarian anymore. I need more from life.”

“More?” Michael’s voice rose in frustration. “What about our plans, our future? We were going to buy a house, start a family…”

Emma cut him off with a wave of her hand. “Plans change. I’ve changed. And frankly, I’m tired of this small-town life and its small-town dreams.”

Michael leaned forward, his expression a mix of hurt and disbelief. “But those dreams were ours, Emma. Do you even care about us anymore?”

Emma stood up abruptly, her chair scraping loudly against the floor. “I don’t have time for this, Michael. I have a life to live, and it doesn’t revolve around flower arrangements and picket fences.”

As she strode out of the room, her phone in hand, Michael sat back, feeling unheard and unwanted.

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A few days later, when Emma returned from her workout, the energy she carried was different—more assertive, more self-absorbed. Dropping her phone on the kitchen counter, she announced, “I’m taking a shower,” before striding off, leaving Michael alone in the kitchen.

As Michael stood to clear the table, his eyes inadvertently caught a glimpse of Emma’s phone screen. It lit up with a notification, displaying a preview of a message that was blatantly suggestive, complete with a photo from a muscular man at the gym. His heart sank as he read the words, each one a dagger to his trust and their shared history.

After her shower, Emma re-entered the room, toweling her hair, seemingly oblivious to the storm brewing inside Michael. His voice trembled as he confronted her, holding up the phone. “Emma, what is this?”

Emma glanced at the screen nonchalantly. “Oh, that? It’s nothing serious. Just some fun.”

“Fun?” Michael’s voice cracked with emotion. “You call this fun? This is cheating, Emma!”

Emma shrugged, a cold detachment in her eyes. “Look, Michael, let’s not pretend this is more than what it is. He’s attractive, and honestly, he’s better in bed than you’ve ever been.”

The words struck Michael like a physical blow, his face draining of color. He searched her face for a hint of the woman he loved, but all he found was a stranger’s cold indifference.

“Is that what you think of me? Of us?” Michael’s voice was barely a whisper, choked by the pain of betrayal.

Emma watched Michael’s face contort with hurt, a flicker of satisfaction crossing her features. “I don’t think of you much at all anymore,” she said, her voice laced with casual cruelty.

Michael’s expression crumbled, the remnants of their shared dreams scattering like leaves in the wind. He looked at her, hoping for a glimmer of the woman he loved, but found only a cold stranger.

Seeing his pain, Emma’s smile widened, a cruel glint in her eyes. “Honestly, Michael, I’m surprised it took you this long to see it. I outgrew you and this mundane life ages ago.”

With that final, scathing remark, Michael felt the last thread of hope snap. He stood there, a man unmoored from the life he had built, his heartache raw and palpable. Turning on his heel, Michael left the apartment, each step heavy with the weight of a shattered future. 

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The next day, as Emma drove to the gym, her newly dyed blonde hair cascading over her shoulders and her phone in hand, it buzzed with Sarah’s name on the screen. She considered ignoring it but then, with a smirk, answered the call.

“Emma, it’s Sarah. I just spoke to Michael, and he’s devastated. What happened?” Sarah’s voice was tinged with concern and disbelief.

Emma shifted, her posture radiating disinterest. “Oh, Sarah, still playing the caring friend? How quaint.”

Sarah hesitated, taken aback by Emma’s tone. “Emma, I don’t understand. This isn’t you. You’re kind, you’re…”

Emma cut her off with a laugh, sharp and mocking. “Kind? That was the old me. This is the new Emma. You wouldn’t understand, stuck in your boring, little life.”

“Emma, please,” Sarah implored, her voice cracking. “This isn’t just about you and Michael. You’re hurting everyone who cares about you.”

Emma played with a strand of her hair, her voice cold and merciless. “Honestly, Sarah, I don’t care. You, Michael, the whole town – you’re all just blips in my fabulous life. Maybe if you weren’t so pathetic, you’d get it.”

There was a pause on the line as Sarah struggled to respond, her words choked by emotion.

Emma, unbothered, continued, her words like venom. “Why don’t you go back to your dull little world, Sarah? You’re of no use to me. I’m on to bigger and better things, and you’re just… well, you’re just you.”

Before Sarah could muster a response, Emma ended the call, her laughter echoing in the empty room. She leaned back, a sense of twisted satisfaction filling her as she basked in the power of her own cruelty, indifferent to the wreckage she left in her wake.

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Some time later, in a luxurious hotel room, the air charged with anticipation. Emma, now a far cry from the librarian of Willow Creek, lounged provocatively on the bed. 

Across the room stands a muscular man, his physique reminiscent of a bodybuilder, his gaze fixed on Emma with undisguised desire. The chemistry between them is palpable.

Emma plays her part flawlessly, her laughter light and seductive, her movements deliberate and teasing. She sipped her champagne, her eyes never leaving the man’s chiseled face. “I must say, you really know how to pick a spot,” she purred, her voice a sultry melody.

The man stepped closer, his confidence matching her own. “Only the best for you,” he replied, his voice deep and alluring.

As Emma leaned in, her lips curling into a knowing smile, a fleeting thought of her old life in Willow Creek momentarily flickered through her mind. It was a brief, unbidden memory of quiet evenings and gentle smiles, a stark contrast to the charged atmosphere she was in now. For a split second, the image of Michael’s kind eyes and the cozy life they had planned together surfaced, a ghost from a past she had actively chosen to leave behind.

But the moment was brief. Emma quickly shook off the nostalgia, the remnants of her old life dissolving like smoke. She refocused on the man before her, his muscular form drawing her back to the present, to the thrill of the chase and the allure of the moment.

The man moved closer, his presence overwhelming in its intensity. Emma met him halfway, the former librarian now fully transformed into a woman who lived for her own desires, unapologetic and unrestrained.

As their lips met, any lingering thoughts of her previous existence were extinguished, replaced by the rush of the here and now.

#f2f transformation #personality change #bitchification

[twigg96]

Hi, can I please get headcanons on how each band member handles their wedding day and how they react to their bride walking down the aisle? Also, headcanons for what their wedding song would be?

Hello my sweet anon! You absolutely can have some wedding day HCs!!! I hope you like them!

Nathan- is a complete mess of a man on his wedding day. His shirt is not pressed. He’s worried the lapel on his suit is the wrong shade of cyan. He’s death gripping the chair’s arms as his hair stylist does his hair so he doesn’t pick at the polish Skwisgaar has reapplied for the 12th time that day. He’s paced a nice little track in the carpet of the hotel room he’s staying in for their destination wedding. When he’s finally usher to the front of the alter. The space neatly decorated by his partner and their bridesmaids. He’s supremely impressed considering they set out to decorate while heavily drunk during the bridal shower last night. The anxious thought crosses his mind that maybe. His partner would be too drunk or rather too hung over to show up to the wedding. But Pickles, his best man squeezed his shoulder reminding him to stay in the moment. With the start of Canon in D Nathan stared at the end of the aisle watching as his partner's bride's maids came walking down one by one before their maid of honor walked proudly standing in her placed opposite Pickles. She smiled and winked at Nathan giving him a quick thumbs up as the little flower girl and ring bearer stumbled their way up the aisle to the oohs and awes of the crowd. The little flower girl completely forgetting to toss the petals in her basket until she reached Nathan's calf. Suddenly the little girl tossed the basket to the ground and clung to his suit pants hiding away from the prying eyes of the crowd. Nathan couldn't help but chuckle at the little girl's antics. But as his partner stepped into view, their beautiful white gown swirling around their feet as they stood at the end of the aisle looking through their veil at him... Nathan thought his heart had stopped and he had died. And maybe for a second he did... But as the wedding march began to play Nathan was dragged back to reality. Nathan wanted to cry and run to his partner and keep them all to himself all at the same time. But he knew they would absolutely kill him if he did that so he did his best to be patient... and thank god he did. The wedding went off without a hitch despite his initial fears. He got mother fucking married to the person of his dreams! He couldn't be more happy! The reception was a fucking blast! The party of all parties. He ate his favorite foods drank his favorite liquor and had his picture taken more than a thousand times. For their first dance Nathan chooses "Love You To Death" By Type O Negative. He finds the song enchanting in a way he can't find words to describe. He also loves how brutally awesome the song is and loves the band as a whole.

Pickles - As much as he loved being the center of attention... he really hated the idea of traditional weddings and ceremonies. To him a wedding was just the government's way of controlling two people's relationship... but his partner really wanted one so here he was in a monkey suit and a tie standing in the back room... might have actually been a broom closet if he really looked close enough... of the local church. His partner was getting ready with the help of literally all of their friends on the other side of the door. He could hear them all giggling out there. He wasn't allowed to see his bride before the wedding. Stupid superstitions... it wasn't like he and his partner weren't fucking regularly before then anyway. But whatever made his partner happiest this was their day after all... well their day but Pickles loved and respected his partner enough to let them have control of most everything for the ceremony as long as he could get an open bar at the reception. Pickles sighed looking to the watch on his wrist. Another 5 minutes and he got to come out to piss before the ceremony. Leaning up against the wall he sighed letting the reality of his situation wash over him. Holy fucking shit... he was getting married to the love of his life. Then suddenly he remembered... they invited Seth and his family to the wedding. His eyes popped open the the dank musty closet he was in as he cursed under his breath. He remembered begging his partner not to send his families invites but they insisted on sending at least Seth's since the two of them seemed to be getting along better now. They weren't entirely wrong... He and Seth had managed better now that Seth had a kid of his own. But still, he wasn't excited for family time after the ceremony. Five minutes passes faster than he realized as Nathan opened the door with a shit eating grin letting him rush to the bathroom before ushering him to the front of the little church to stand like a Ken doll to be ogled at. There were less people than he expected there would be but then again when he insisted small wedding his partner must have taken it to heart. On the right were his partner's loved ones, their friends, and their bride's maids. To his left sat Seth, Amber, and Little Man, Nathan, Murderface, Toki, and Skwisgaar. Officiating was Charles standing right by his side the biggest and proudest smile on his face Pickles had ever seen. Pickles couldn't help the sob that ripped through him when everything started. It was all so real and happening so fast. His bride stood at the back of the church looking like an angel and here he was blubbering like an Wisconsin Moron. He couldn't help himself. Rushing to their side he held out his arm to escort them down the aisle. "Love the color on ya, Sticks." He whispered winking as the two walked hand in hand together up the aisle. The wedding was amazing, better than Pickles ever could imagine. The ceremony was fast and to the point, perfect for his ADHD brain to comprehend. Something he suspected Charles had planned for. The reception was a blast. The best live music played intermittently with the DJ that played inside a sectioned off +18 area where various drugs and alcohol were being served. Dinner was Irish Stew. Pickles favorite and a staple from his childhood when his grandma made it (a recipe from the old country). His choice in wedding song is Pantera’s Cemetery Gates. Not exactly what everyone is expecting when they think of a love song but hey! He and his partner look happy as they dance alone in the center of the firehouse.

Murderface - this boy has sweat through two dress shirts while waiting for official to arrive. The wedding hasn’t even started and his groomsmen are frantically rushing all over the room trying to find cool towels, mint tea, and an extra anxiety medicine to calm the bassist. His soon to be wife had slept in the same hotel room as him as his separation anxiety was too much for him to go a night without them for too long. They were going with an “uncouth” color pallet. Black and red. His partner’s dress was a pitch black and their flower choice was red roses dyed with black ink dripped on the petals. One of which was delicately pinned to his lapel, a difficult feat for his best man Pickles who pricked himself more than once trying to keep up with him. As the music played indicating that it was time William stepped through the door and was immediately floored. His partner stood at the head of the alter already ready. They had practiced this. The reversal of roles. William would walk up the aisle and his blushing bride would stand with their veil pulled waiting on him. But still he was blown away at the sight all the same. His heart beating a thousand miles an hour. He felt shaky and sick in a good way. His wife looked devilishly stunning. The wedding was beautiful and amazing. He would have married his partner a thousand times over had the chance. The reception was held in the basement of Murderface and his partner’s favorite bar. It was where they first met. The bar was popping all night serving drinks to loud crowd. At the center of it all the pair danced to Killswitch Engage- The End of Heartache.

Toki- the Norwegian has been dreaming of this day his whole life. Well… adult life. He loved his partner more than anything in the whole universe. So when his partner said they wanted to have a traditional wedding Old Norse Wedding like he did was just icing on the cake. They got married on Frigga’s day (Friday) and got Frigg’s and Odin’s blessings the morning of the marriage before going their separate ways to get ready. His bride went with her bridesmaids to the local bathhouse and sauna to preform the Maiden Ritual in which they washed away her maiden hood. Instead of a veil she wore a flower crown made from the children in her family. Toki undergoes the sword ceremony. Attended by his married family members he would steal a sword from one of his dead family members graves to take with him to the ceremony. The sword was placed there by one of Toki’s loved ones and symbolizes his death as a boy and rebirth as a married man. Once the women are finished at the bathhouse Toki would travel by foot to the bathhouse and bathe in the same water to cleanse himself of his bachelor status. Both the bride and Toki would dawn their ceremonial paint symbolizing protection and the blessings of the gods. At the ceremony along with flowers they each would bear swords. Toki and his love would exchange swords as a sign that he and his partner’s family was now one. Afterwards there would be a giant feast with all the food and booze anyone could ever imagine. Despite there not needing a wedding song Toki insisted they dance. He chose Fall into Me - by Peyton Perrish. Even if it’s not traditional Norse he wanted something with a little metal to tie in the old with the new in his life.

Skwisgaar- He is hesitant to get married at first. After all the bumps he and his partner has shared in their relationship he wasn’t quite sure if they were ever going to be ready… hell he didn’t know if HE was ever going to be ready. It after a long debate he decided he couldn’t live without his partner and made the commitment. However as he stood at the alter he debated on bolting. His feet were ice cold in their white suede shoes. His white suite was pristine but he felt like he was naked in front of the extra large crowd he insisted on inviting. “If we ams getting married we ams getting married in style!” He fidgeted with the flowers on the stand then on his lapel all while his best man tried to calm him finally asking “do you want to marry them at all?” He didn’t know how to answer that. He did. But he was… scared. As the songs started he had to take a breath and stepped out to the gasping of the audience. Fifteen minutes passed and most of his stomach contents now laid at the bottom of the church’s trash can that sat outside. He never got stage fright damn it he gave it! Standing up he strode back in on wobbly legs. His partner’s bridesmaids stood in position watching him with venom in their eyes as he took his place. “Ready…” he muttered popping a mint into his mouth. As his partner’s maid of honor ran down the aisle glaring all the way he knew. He fucked up. Seconds later his bride stood in the aisle makeup smeared from crying but smile big as ever on their face. “Where did you go?” They asked once they reached his side sniffling as if they didn’t just have a breakdown in the back room. Skwisgaar sighed feeling small. “Just got blinded by the starlight baby.” The rest of the wedding went off without a hitch despite the photos taken with the bridesmaids glaring at Skwisgaar like he committed the worse sin. The reception was held outside in a beautiful vista next to a winery. Skwisgaar hosted wine tasting. The song he chose for the first dance is Cradle of Filth - Nymphetamine a black metal power ballad that he loves for the sick riffs and sings to his heart.

#thank you anon #thank you for the ask! #metalocalypse #wedding hc #imagine metalocalypse #metalocalypse headcanons #dethklok #toki wartooth #skwisgaar skwigelf #pickles the drummer #nathan explosion #william murderface

[sailforvalinor]

See about Tentoorose's wedding, the thing is Jackie Tyler obviously has been planning Rose's wedding since she was like five years old because Jackie never got to have the big fancy wedding she wanted as she and Pete were too poor, and she had this scrapbook-equivalent of a Pinterest board full of ideas for Rose's wedding back at their old flat, but of course she lost that when they got stranded in the alternate dimension, so she's spent the last couple years trying to piece it back together and remember what all was in it in the first place, and when the wedding is on the horizon she refuses to hire a wedding planner because she wants to do it all herself, except she's never been a very good planner and she can't make it live up to her vision and she's desperately trying to remember what all was in that scrapbook, meanwhile Ten has been begging Rose to just elope with him for weeks but Rose refuses because a) it would absolutely break her mum's heart but also b) she secretly has always wanted an extravagant wedding herself, so Ten has to live through the absolute nightmare of Jackie freaking out about what they even put on the invitations ("what am I supposed to do, write "you are cordially invited to the wedding of The Doctor and Rose Tyler"? What are people gonna say to that? "Your daughter is marrying a man named 'The'?") and trying to come up with people to even invite because Ten of course has no one to invite and Rose due to her desperate search for Ten over the past couple years never cultivated any friends except her coworkers at Torchwood, except in inviting them they'd also be in the same room as all of Jackie's friends (which she has inevitably made) and are going to have to keep up the pretense the whole time that they're totally not Rose's coworkers from the top-secret government agency that monitors extraterrestrial activity but instead all work with her at the local department store or something, and after all this, the wedding ends up going exactly as you'd expect--the venue cancels on them at the very last minute due to an electrical fire and they end up having to hold the wedding in the Tylers's backyard and text everyone who was invited about the venue change, there isn't a bridal party to speak of, 80 percent of those invited don't end up coming due to the confusion about the venue change and due to an unexpected bout of bad weather, which drives everyone inside sopping wet, including Rose in her wedding dress, Jackie completely forgot to order catering and the only thing to eat is fruitcake and so she's desperately trying to bake four frozen lasagnas in her oven that she sent Pete out to get in the aforementioned terrible weather for the twelve people who actually showed up, and in all the hullabaloo Pete stumbles into the living room where Ten and Rose are fruitlessly trying to dry off a bit and asks if they're postponing the wedding, and Ten takes one look at his bedraggled bride and grins, then, pulling the rings out of his pocket, says to the priest, sitting on the sofa, "Nah, wouldn't wanna make you come all this way for nothing, would we? Go on, do your job," and thus, soaking wet and giggling like only idiots in love can, Ten and Rose are married in Pete and Jackie Tyler's living room, and it's all just a beautiful, joyous disaster, and Jackie finds that at this point she's perfectly happy with it, swearing off wedding planning entirely.

#idk if this contradicts anything that gets revealed about tentoorose in the future but whatever #keep in mind i still have the rest of the specials for series 4 to watch #tenrose #tentoorose #val cries over a madman with a blue box #doctor who

[uraniumnm333]

polysho hc list :fire: :fire:

when they go out to eat nene always orders off the kids menu because she doesn't like the adult options. actually the only person who doesn't order off the kids menu is tsukasa because he thinks it's embarrassing.

run around at 3 in the morning

see they're the people who take those wacky ass pictures that float around on the internet

thats them

tsukasa has carried all of them bridal style at LEAST once

emu will sometimes just make cards for them, and slip it into their lunches. yes she breaks into the school to do this. no she has not gotten caught.

they play mario kart. tsukasa is the worst because he comes from a strictly wii sports and super smash bros house. nene and rui are the best bc they used to play together when they were little.

emu WOULD be a fucking beast at mk but she never focuses. ever.

rui is nb with he/they pronouns and nene is nb with she/they pronouns.

sometimes, after shows they'll go out and get ice cream

they perform an entire play to tell emu's older siblings that all of them are dating.

when they have sleepovers they all sleep on the floor. they seem like the type of people to do that idk

emu the mf to steal everyone's clothes

like at this point half the time she's just wearing their clothes.

they all take turns planning date nights

when it's rui's turn he usually chooses a night when the stage is closed, and make some sort of puzzle thing out of it. sometimes it's a murder mystery esque case, other times it's more like an escape room, ect ect ect.

emu's date nights usually include taking everyone around the theme park, or sometimes to other places like a park or something. it always ends with either ice cream or italian ice.

nene sometimes takes everyone out to an arcade, but she'll also organize a sleepover with them. whenever anyone talks about movies or musicals she adds it to a watch list, and rents them out to watch with them.

tsukasa probably takes them out to eat at a nice restaurant, but he'll also sometimes just do something small, like a walk or watching a local play.

i love them so much !! arhhhhh !!!

#ran thoughts :thumbs up: #polysho #headcannons #project sekai #wonderlands x showtime #don't feel like tagging :skull: #also im planning on posting another sort of analysis post soon i was just feelin lazy

[battybriefs]

Remember kids, it's only grooming when it's gay.

But for real heres personal story time. Let's talk about actual grooming.

I grew up in the Mormon church in the 90s and early 2000s. Like a good child, I participated in all the church activities including the young women's program. My parents wanted me to do it, i was told the church leaders were good people so I didnt question anything.

While the guys in the boyscouts and young mens program were learning survival skills, learning woodworking, learning how to fix cars, and learning financial literacy ... we were learning to do our makeup, can food, bake bread, sew clothes, cook large meals, and learn about changing diapers. It was hammered in our heads from a young age that our entire purpose in life was to get married, serve the husband, have kids and raise a family.

I remember when I was a Beehive, around 13 or 14, our ward was invited to participate in a fashion show for one of the local bridal stores. They dressed all the young women up, did our makeup and hair, put us in wedding dresses, and invited all the men in the ward to come watch us runway walk in the cultural hall. I was a literal child. I didnt even have tıts yet. Men in their 60s and 70s in our ward came to watch us parade around in our little wedding gowns. That's straight up a pedopagent and grooming child brides, y'all, and I didn't even realize it because things like that were so normalized in the church.

I remember sitting in the bishops office interviewing for my first temple reccomend so I could participate in the young women's activity to do baptisms for the dead. He asks me if I live by the laws of chastity. I was young, naive, sheltered and didn't even know what the word chastity meant. I remember him aggressively, explicitly asking me questions about my virginity- had I ever kissed a boy, touched a boy, thought about a boy, touched myself, touched a girl, thought about a girl, felt tingly down there, had a hymen. He kept asking me over and over if I was sure about my answers, and would elaborate on what he meant like he was fishing for a specific answer. It felt so dirty and invasive. In hind sight it felt more like he was trying to get spank bank material than trying to find out if I was being a "good girl".

Fast forward a few years. Im in Junior High, probably about 15 years old. I'm a closeted homo sitting next to my girlfriend in church, trying my damndest to hold my tongue and not let people catch on that I was crying. The young woman's lesson was about a woman's worth.

They opened up by talking about how we're getting old enough to go to college in a few years and that that's great, but a career and college education should be a hobby and not a goal. They stressed that we shouldn't put our educations and careers as a priority over finding a man, getting married in the temple, and starting a family. They said as soon as we found a man, we needed to drop out and become stay at home mothers. It was the mans duty to provide for the family. We were told that the reason God sent women to this earth to serve men and raise families, and that it was a divine and sacred calling.

The second half was about how lesbians and gay people were sent by the devil to destroy families. We were told if we "struggled with same sex attraction" we needed to pray, repent and try harder to be straight. That we needed to tell the bishop so they could help us get gay conversion therapy. That even if we liked girls, we needed to find a man to marry and bear his children. They actively encouraged gay men and women to catfish straight partners and trick them into thinking you loved them with the purpose of bearing children. Can you imagine how fucking awful it would be to fall in love and marry a person thinking they felt the same way, only to find out they're gay and living a lie so they don't go to hell?

The church advocating "its ok to be gay but you have to be celibate and single for the rest of your life" was a change the church made a few years later when Prop 8 passed and their members started leaving in hoards.

Meanwhile I've been to drag shows since I was in high-school. It's just a bunch of people with great makeup skills doing lavish impressions of Lady Gaga and Freddy Mercury.

Why is a drag show considered grooming but telling actual children that theyre going to be mommies and daddies when they grow up not? Why is it grooming if a trans person is out in public doing something mundane like grocery shopping, but it isn't grooming watching television shows that has love triangle plotlines that revolve around teenagers making out and exploring their sexuality? Why is it grooming when a children's show has a character with two daddies but not grooming when the children's show character has a mom and a dad?

If people really give a shit about grooming, they need to start in their own backyard. Start by deconstructing straight representation in media. Start by asking why its ok to joke that a toddler is going to be a ladies man when he grows up. Start by asking why child beauty pagents even exist. Start by looking at how your religion teaches and enforces sexuality. Start with comprehensive and age appropriate lessons about the human body and consent with little Suzy so when uncle Bob is being inappropriate at the family reunion she has the knowlege and tools to know whats going on, to assert her boundaries, and the confidence to tell another grownup what's going on.

#lgbtq community #lgbtqia #trans rights #exmormon #exmo #athiest #lgbt #lgbt representation #drag queen

[psychopasss4]

From #Shinkane to #ShizuAka

This is a long post about my journey from shipping Shinkane (for a long time) but decided to move on to ShizuAka.

Yes, we all know Shinya Kogami and Akane Tsunemori do have special bond. Like mental connection with each other. Soulmates as we call it. Connected by the Red String of Fate (as we call in Japanese).

And most of the characters from PP-verse validates and knows this. Such as Masaoka and his son Ginoza for example. But there are quite a lot of evidence that made us all flap our ears whenever our favorite pair Shinya x Akane is concerned.

Some instances are:

PP Season 1:

Everyone says that it's Kou's infamous scream "Akaneee!" that proves Shinkane exists. But I do believe it was when Masaoka and Kogami shared a drink the night he left the PSB that proves Shinkane almost exist (watch EP. 18 again and know for yourself what do I mean!)

Kogami's letter. That's it. We all know it. The fact that he wrote a hand written note for her, not for Shion, not for Ginoza, not even to his mom! We all know that he value her so much.

Okay, alright... that infamous scream when he shouted for his name!

When he smiled when Akane and her team went on to Makishima's location ahead after learning of Kou's plan (thanks to Akane). He gleamed with pride.

When he didn't immediately run to catch Makishima, but instead carry Akane (bridal style) into safety when they were in a corn field. Or Oat field, I forgot. It shows how much he cared for her.

At this point I think everyone pretty much confirmed they shared a special bond.

PP - The Movie (1st)

When Kou first save her from explosion by shielding with his sexy abs 🤭

When Kou suggested her to stay with him for the night when there's clearly more room with the female locals in the Angkor Wat.

Their silent "I-know-you-care-know-I-care" treatment when Akane has to leave upto the point they were captured by Wong.

Kou wasn't surprised when Akane handed him a cigarette like he expects her to have them.

Don't forget to mention about Wong capturing them two together and plan to frame them just them. Only them. Because he sees them as threat. As if they were an item 🙄

PP - SS3

He's mad when Frederica stayed for the night and he don't know why 🤣.

He's proud of Akane's accomplishment after hearing Frede talks about the success of Div 1 as a team.

His regrets for exacting revenge and hesitations to have Tenzing follow his path mirrors Akane's ideals.

His mention of "He still have things to protect in Japan" (pay attention on that one) because in;

PP - Providence

He tries his best to reconnect with Akane but a case gets in their way.

His willingness to throw himself between her legs just to save her from an explosion almost a mile away from them compare to PP movie explosion.

His classic line "I'll follow you, even if you told me not to".

His protective nature all throughout the movie upto Akane's downfall.

His teary eyes while reading Akane's letter.

His promise to take her out of that place.

That Psycho Pass Recap during PPP promotionals which showcases the Shinkane viewpoint.

PP - S3 & FI

He don't have to pay Akane a visit nor to pick her up from jail because she's no longer his inspector! But he did anyway.

He keeps on saying he trust her and believes in her.

He didn't hurt Arata because he knows he is Akane's ward. Yes it is included.

The Merch

Yes am talking about the #KoAka keychain.

The PPP movie poster where Kou and Akane's faces are in the big picture and the rest are inside their heads!

The fan service stuff and clickbaits for all #Shinkane or #Koaka junkies!

The unforgivable hints of any romantic subplots from radio drama, merch, narrative etc.

My point is, all of them are just a setup to garner more viewership because they know Shinkane fandom is a big bunch!

But in the end, they want to tear us down by breaking our hearts with platonic inclinations between Kou and Akane 😭

The Segue:

Yes they created a segue under the guise of Frederica Hanashiro and Shizuka Homura.

We all know that PsychoPass Producers wanted to go down the path of Shonen Jump-esque plot. Which is why they seen #Shinkane fanbase as a threat. Although they don't want to shun the viewership influence of it.

That's why they create this "icings" (Shinkane sweet moment) as we call it to clickbait us! 😭😞

The Lure:

That's why in PPP Sinners of the System 3 and PPP they wanted to showcase Kogami x Frederica (the KouxFrede touching hand scene), the "Hey Akane don't blame Frederica for Saiga's death", to teach us that Kou is shippable with Frederica (a hot blonde).

Why Shinkane is a strong fan fave?

Because Akane is relatable character.

Because Kogami is a hot mess.

Akane a plain looking girl able to get the impression of Kogami a good-looking bad boy and former ace detective.

We all can easily identify with Akane. Us ordinary girls with strong principles are dreaming of a hot dude like Kogami who has ex-militia skills to swoon us over.

How the writers are tearing the #Shinkane/#KoAka fanbase:

Akane did ask (or even beg) Kogami to come back to Japan (from Season 1 especially the Psycho Pass Gekijōban, but he express no desire.

Only when Frederica, a tall-blonde-gorgeous looking half-brit half-japanese woman was able to bring him back.

They have a flirtateous moment in Sinners of the System part 3 novel during their night conversation.

The Kou x Frede indirect kiss through the bottle Scene.

Kou always standing beside Frederica.

Kou still choose to work in SAD with Frederica eventhough he has a chance to go back to PSB in PPP.

Kou's been treating Akane like trash eversince he gets back:

(1) During his famous balcony call when Akane hangs up. He didn't say sorry but instead let his pride dominate him.

(2) He only visited Akane in Season 3 after 2 years (when he rest his back at the door simply because he felt awkward bending to look at the window of Akane's height.

(3) He only picks her up out of guilt after he reads her hand-written letter.

(4) It was Shizuka Homura who negotiated Akane out of jail not Kogami.

(5) Kogami didn't comforted Akane. Only Ginoza did.

(6) Kogami had the chance to go back for Akane but he didn't. He chose to stay with Frede in S.A.D.

(7) Shinkane is one-sided. Only Akane likes him. But Ko?? No. The novels confirm that.

The Future of Shinkane:

From this point forward we can't expect anything much from this ship. Although as fans, we will keep them into our hearts and be as free as clouds to do more fanfictions out of these two characters because we've been rooting them since day 1.

But I think the writers want to us to move on with Kogami x Frederica and Shizuka x Akane.

With that, eventhough I still ship KoAka/Shinkane, I keep the possibilities open should the writers want to push them to other characters.

My Dime:

At this point I truly wish Akane would die in Kogami's arms and he finally realize he too has feelings for her but it's too late (as Saiga foretold), and he gets back to PSB mentoring new characters. Applying both his ideals to never overlook injustice plus also applying Akane's principles to uphold what is right by being just and fair.

#psycho pass providence #shinkane #kogami shinya #shinya kogami x akane tsunemori #akane tsunemori #koaka #psycho pass #tsunemori akane #shizuka homura #shizuakakou #shizukaka #hanashiro frederica #fredemi #kogami x akane #shinya kogami x frederica hanashiro #shizuka homura x akane tsunemori #サイコパス

[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

Hiya! For the Valentine's requests can I request Yandere!Kenny taking out an afab!Reader for their first official date, unbeknownst to the reader after years of stalking from Kenny, that eventually turns into smut from Ken being so excited to finally have her as his own? Love your work bestie, keep it up 💖🥺

First Date

Warnings: Yandere!Kenny Omega, Talks of stalking, Smut, drugging, soft Yandere, kidnapping

Taglist: @fiskers7136 @peachmango-kombucha @kcloveswrestling @bellalutionn @xkennyxomegax @tummyyellin @legit9thlunaticwarrior @auburnwrites @melissahausen @thesusbunny @writtingrose

“You really don’t find it even a little odd that this guy just met you asked you out on Valentine’s Day?” Your friend questioned while you looked through your closet for something to wear. A man, Kenny, had quite literally run into you at the store. And after a few minutes of talking he had asked you out to a local Italian restaurant

“Stop worrying. Red or purple?” You held up two dresses for her to look at.

“Red. But I’m serious. Valentine’s Day is an odd day for a first date.”

You knew she was probably right. How many guys would actually look to take a girl out on THE day of romance? But he was cute, and had even chose your favorite restaurant. It was either a hell of a coincidence or you were soulmates, and the promise of a free meal wasn’t to bad.

“Does it matter? I was going to sit at home watching tv all night, at least now I have something to do.” You argued while undressing and slipping the dress on. Red was definitely the right choice.

“And don’t worry, you’ll be on call if I need anything.”

—————

You glanced around the restaurant as you walked in, hoping to catch a glance of Kenny.

“How can I help you ma’am?” The host asked, a smile on his face.

“My Date told me to meet him year. His name is Kenny Omega?” A bit of panic rose in you as he looked for the name. You couldn’t imagine how embarrassing it would be if he hadn’t shown. “Right this way ma’am.” He led you through the restaurant, an to a booth in the corner. “Have a Wonderfully evening,” he offered before walking away.

Kenny stood up to greet you, a bouquet of flowers in his hand. “I’m glad you came!”

His smile made you feel warm and you took the flowers. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” You sat down with him, laying the flowers on the table. “Honestly, I was worried you wouldn’t show up,” you admitted with a small chuckle. Your hands ran over your lap, smoothing the wrinkles out of the dress.

“I think I’d be the stupidest man in the world if I didn’t show up.”

“Shut up,” you mumbled, lightly kicking his foot under the table. “Save the mushy stuff, it’s still early.”

———————

You moaned lightly while Kenny nibbled at your neck, you back pushed against the wall. The small glass of wine he had poured you was abandoned on the table, while your hands unbuttoned his dress shirt. Once it was open your hands ran over his stomach, scratching lightly. “Come on,” he mumbled while picking you up bridal style to bring you into his living room. He set you down, and you took ahold of his face to pull him into another kiss. As his mouth worked against yours he reached around to unzip your dress and let it fall to the ground, leaving you in only your bra and underwear.

He pushed you down onto the couch, pulling his shirt and pants off before getting on top of you. “You look gorgeous,” he mumbled while pulling your bra off to grope them lightly.

“Me? Look at you,” you licked your lips lightly while looking over his body. He caught your lips again, one hand supporting his weight while the other reaches down to push your underwear down your legs and free his own cock.

“So fuckin hard for you,” he whispered against your lips, feeling you Buck your hips up lightly to rub against him.

“Quit waisting time then.” With your permission he led himself into you, both of you letting out moans. “Feels like magic,” he groaned. He started with slow movements to get you used to it, but he started to get impatient. He pushed his legs into the couch and began thrusting hard, almost pushing you up the couch. “Shit!” You cried, grabbing his shoulders to try and steady yourself. “Fuck- please?”

“Fuck, me too. Gripping me so well, like you were made for me,” he groaned. “Watched for so long, and you didn’t disappoint.”

“W-what?” You frowned at his words, your foggy brain trying to catch up with what he just said. Watched? What did he mean.

Your mind went blank again when he reached down to rub tight circles on your clit. “Can you cum for me? I want to feel you all over my dick,” he groaned on your ear. And it was just enough to push you over the edge. You bit his shoulder lightly, crying out as you came. It only took a few more thrust before he pushed in and released inside of you.

You laid there for a few seconds, waiting for your mind to clear, but it didn’t. “What-“

“Shh, it’s ok,” Kenny mumbled, kissing your forehead. “You’ll understand tomorrow,” he promised.

“Why- What?” You questioned again, black spots dancing in your eyes. Your mind felt like it was moving at half the speed it should be.

“It’s ok, Just sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up,” he promised.

#Request #aew drabble #aew #drabbles #kenny omega x reader #kenny omega #valentines day request

[puella-peanut]

Teenage tramp Daniel has the hots for handyman Kreese lmao. Thots?

Gorgeous, seventeen year old neighborhood tramp Daniel LaRusso is…mad. Big Mad to be exact. 

It’s all because his attempts at seducing the local, rugged, handsome neighborhood handyman have…fallen flat. Failed to lift off. Closed on opening night. Houston, we have a problem, and his name is John Kreese. 

Thing is, Daniel’s gone all out. Taken out all the big guns. Brought out the big, flashy, show-stopping numbers. He’s been coy, coquettish. An innocent and not-so-innocent tease. Sweet and shy. Sassy and spunky. A bonafide ingenue to the Lolita of the Valley, and all around the block and back again! 

Jeeze, he’s never worked this hard for a lay in his life!

See now—he’s worn his tiny band crop tops. His tiny tank-tops cut to show plump, caramel nipples. His even tinier, cut off jean-shorts that hardly leave anything to the imagination. 

He’s boosted himself up on the front of John’s battered Ford pickup, just to criss-cross those long, bare, coltish legs of his. Straddled (and stolen) ladders John’s been using while he works, to display parted, slender thighs. (And show off how limber he is. How…flexible.) Reached up to grab at nothing on his toes to show off a waist so small and trim that a pair of (large, callused, rough) masculine hands could span oh-so-easily. He’s bent himself over convenient surfaces—countertops, couches, tables, wobbly banisters and kiddie coloring tables for crying out loud!—to show off his sweet, juicy ass. The lush cheeks that spill out. The roundness of it all. 

He’s brushed up against John, sat touching him knee-to-knee, fallen across him “accidentally”, faked a sprained ankle in the hopes of a bridal-carry, and still—still goddammit!!—John hasn’t paid him any attention!! Not the slightest bit. 

All Daniel has gotten in return is: ‘Hey, you’re in my way.’ To, ‘Put some clothes on, Prima Donna, it’s January, and your sneezing is unhygienic.’ And even a, ‘Join the Service, kid. That’ll whip some sense into you.’

Ugh. 

Ugh. Ugh. Ughhhh. 

…Why, by this time with his other conquests, he’d gotten railed twice over! All stupid, annoying, teenage boys; simple schoolboy, after-school flings to pass the time. Like that total brain-dead bimbo Johnny, or violent karate bad-boy Mike. To foreign exchange student Chozen, followed by future sociopath Dutch. A real slick wannabe named Ponytail got him next, then sweet preacher’s boy Bobby. Jimmy and Tommy had tag teamed him after, and then finally that dorky piano nerd, rich-boy Twig (he’d gotten real maid service, a night in a mansion, and breakfast in bed for that one!). Between all of them, Daniel had gotten laid in six months more than some people did in an entire year! Lifetime even! Yeah, yeah, the lays themselves didn’t rank too high on the scale of one to ten (some far lower than others!)—but a fucking was a fucking, and he had been sixteen and desperately horny. Besides it had been summer, and California had made it too hot to be too fussy. 

…Except that now he is, because there is something about this Kreese that gets him all hot and bothered. Something about those sinewy, hairy, muscular arms. That solid, sturdy body. The heavy booted footsteps. The worn jeans and faded flannel. The fluffy, sandy hair (and matching, coarse stubble). The hairy, broad, hard chest. The squareness of his jaw, the strapping height. The surprising brightness of his blue eyes. The sudden, rare smiles. The fact that he is older, is an adult. A full grown man. That he can do anything to Daniel, and, smitten boy that he is, he’d let him. 

Yeah, Daniel wants him like one would want a cool drink on a hot day. He has it bad. But things have to get worse before they get better, right? And all fevers must run their course. 

And boy, what a fever this is!

(And may he never recover!)

…

Meanwhile, our John has indeed been stoic in the little tease’s presence—but, thing is, the moment he’s alone, tucked away safe in his bed or in the shower or even that one time in his kitchen for fuck’s sake—John has spent nearly every spare minute in his day jacking off furiously. Getting his sheets, tiles—even kitchen countertop—all sticky with jizz like he was fifteen again, and had seen a pair of breasts for the first time in a dirty magazine. (But those thoughts of his former teenage fantasies have nothing on the centerfold that is LaRusso.)

And, damn it, he spends far too much of his day dreaming about that full, red mouth. The glossy, floppy hair. Those long-lashed big brown eyes. The perky brown nipples, the slightest swell of the soft chest on that tiny, fragile body. The endless, shapely legs. The endless, tan skin. The endless smoothness of it. The curve of that plump ass. The bounce it had, the little tormenting jiggle when the boy walked with a spring in his step. The sweet little puckered cunt hidden between those slim thighs. How it would drip and spill and gush out all that John has to give the little shit. Is dying to. 

Oh, John’s got a calendar counting down the days until the boy is legal, until he’s all of eighteen and the law can’t save him—and then John’s gonna fuck him into submission, rail him into obedience. Pound that tight, juicy, boypussy raw until LaRusso can’t think for how good John’s giving it to him. 

And then he’s gonna make the little shit his, because fuck it all—the little Italian brat has made him fall for his charms big time.

Only a matter of time kid, John thinks later, watching the boy work his bag of tricks with a stoic, calm expression. Though he all but grins (inwardly) when the boy fumes in frustration at his non-reaction.

Just you wait, Prima Donna, John promises.

You’re mine. 

#lakreese #daniel larusso #john kreese #tiny bit of lawrusso/silverusso/danzen/labarnes too #also tiny bit of daniel x jimmy/tommy/dutch/ponytail/bobby #daniel really gets around lmao #DLDS in full effect #in which i chase paper cuts #in which i respond to your inquiries #sweep the leg

[beautifulpersonpeach]

Any real relationship seems completely impossible in the situation those 7 are in. I do find it hard to believe those needs are not being meant somehow, at least hopefully. I do think the idea of two people finding love in that situation is adorable.

I have two ships ... Jikook and Yoonmin.

I see relationship changes and its almost like no one else sees it. It seems like Yoonmin was particularly close in the early years, then Jikook became super close up until about Yet To Come and Yoonmin seemed distant during the same period and now Jikook seems more distant but Yoonmin seem close again.

Am I crazy? Please tell me you see this as well...

***

Hi Anon,

Jikook have always been close. In their early years Jimin was very close with Jungkook and Yoongi, but in very different ways and even back then, he was still closer to Jungkook.

For Jikook, practicing late together, sleeping in the practice room together, speaking in their local dialect together, Jimin providing key emotional support to Jungkook at that time, even being one of the key reasons Jungkook decided to debut in BTS and not abandon the group to become a dancer… jikook were very close.

During that time Jimin was also close to Yoongi, being the first member to visit Yoongi’s home, Jimin being one of the only members Yoongi could initiate skinship with comfortably, something important to developing the sort of trust necessary for the group, Yoongi providing crucial emotional support to Jimin during their debut years… the sort of bond yoonmin developed during those early years cannot be overstated. For Jimin to mention it in his Festa notes almost a decade later, in filmed content years later, it will always be a defining factor of their relationship.

Over the years, Yoongi focused on other things while Jimin and Jungkook’s relationship appeared to only deepen. All that’s happened now is that all three of them are spending less time with each other on camera, and possibly in general. Yoonmin might seem closer to you recently because of the uptick in interactions we’ve seen between them in Run BTS episodes and shows like SOOP in the last three years, the Feel the Rhythm of Korea ad campaigns in 2022, the similarity their music production choices recently, and their joint promotion schedules earlier this year.

Also, I don’t think jikook look distant. Like, at all. I mean, we all saw that man shaking ass on a boat with Jungkook. Was that even three weeks ago? Jikook are always jikooking. That’s kinda their thing. It’s one of the only reasons I’m here tbh, because I can rely on those two men to jikook sooner or later.

Jungkook really likes Jimin as a person. Think about that. As a human being, Jimin is someone Jungkook respects and genuinely likes. Likes him so much he carries Jimin bridal style when they’re drunk, refuses Jimin’s cries to be put back down because Jimin is laughing too hard while he’s pounding on Jungkook’s chest with those perfect hands, and then finally, Jimin bites him. Bites him in the neck, right in the jugular. Bites him hard enough to leave a bruise they both show off to their bandmates the next day. Do you understand what you just read? And this was during a time people were swearing up and down the internet that they were distant.

Listen, I have no doubts, ever, that jikook are jikooking.

And so Anon, while I appreciate your point of view as someone who loves yoonmin and jikook, I disagree on that summary timeline. I agree with you though that pursuing a relationship for them must have its own set of challenges, making it almost impossible sometimes. But I trust they’re okay. Thanks for the fun ask.

#jimin #park jimin #yoongi #Min Yoongi #Jungkook #jeon Jungkook #yoonmin #jikook #BTS #Bangtan

[pastel-pillows]

It’s not really a fic but more of a concept or a blurb so it’s a little all over the place.

Reader who’s known about the upside down since the night barb vanished because that same night you’re shaken awake by a very confused barb who starts talking about this strange world and a monster that had gotten her.

You’re more preoccupied with the fact that a girl you shared one class with last year is in your room. You end up shooing barb out of the room assuming she’d gone to a party and gotten a little to drunk. She was nice enough and you didn’t want trouble for her. The next day comes and she’s gone, and the day after and the day after that. It quickly becomes common knowledge that barb has gone missing. You’d try and tell them she’d showed up at your house but were quickly dismissed as a kid who wanted attention, after all she was across town and wasn’t the type of girl to drink.

Reader who’s studying for finals, it was your senior year and you’d been holed up for the last week fighting to keep your gpa up so you’d get into a good college when a middle aged man with a kind face is pointing to the paper telling you that you’d gotten the value of x wrong and how you should do the problem. You were frozen in fear until barb appeared on your other side and introduced him, You don’t have to ask if he’s dead, not if he’s here and can see Barb.

You can feel chills crawling up your neck and this time you’re prepared. You’d taken a job at a local bakery and were working a late shift to get the cupcakes ready for a bridal shower and at the ripe old age of 18 you question if your mind truly is going, it must be since Billy Hargrove is standing next to you as you pipe frosting onto the cupcakes. He simply says “so this is it, huh?” You’d more or less run in the same circles so while he didn’t know you personally he knew of you. You keep frosting and nod your head with a murmured ‘guess so’

You won’t ask him what happened, knowing he’d tell you on his own time. They always did, whether you wanted to know or not.

You’d never wanted to get involved, you already had a constant stream of people popping up wherever you went and heard stories that haunted your dreams, but when Billy asks you to check on max because she’s acting strange you somehow find yourself unable to say no and experiencing everything first hand.

An off handed comment when they’re explaining everything to Eddie leads to a rapid fire questioning that leaves Nancy in tears knowing barb had been around. You tell the truth, you’d been to afraid to try and find out the truth of what was going on, and who would you have told anyway, they would have thrown you in an asylum.

It’s the first time you had to watch one of the people who haunted you die. As you kneel next to Dustin and watch Eddie take his last breath you’re relieved when a chill crawls up your spine and you meet his melancholic smile with a relieved one of your own. Dustin will ask if Eddie is there and when you say yes he’ll curse him out until his tears had eased and he’ll tell Eddie how brave he was and thank him.

#Eddie Munson #eddie munson x reader #billy hargrove x reader #Billy Hargrove #steve harrington x reader #Steve Harrington #nancy wheeler #bob newby #barb stranger things #ash talks