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American law - Daniel Ricciardo x reader

You didn't know what was worse - getting your marriage annulled only a year after or the flight there. In your entire life you had only been to Vegas once. And now you have to do it all over again. Your divorce could have been an email, you think as you board the Amsterdam to LAX airplane. At least Daniel was already in America, you think bitterly. Of course he didn't care enough to stay with you, putting as much distance as possible between you. The little voice in your head tells you that he would definitely make a paddock cameo. Or a surprise appearance at the Enchanté popup. A man of the people, new and improved. Showing everyone that after the official end of your marriage, he was free. He could try all the girls now or drive a 100 cars. Even if lately you'd seen snapshots of him on two wheels.

Truth be told, he looked like he was doing better. Yet you knew him best. He was packing his schedule with events, sponsorships, and new merch drops for a reason. If he was on the move constantly, he didn't have time to think about your breakup. Meanwhile, you had been drowning your sorrows in D3 wine bottles. The last time you tasted that was on your faithful wedding night. Vegas GP 2023, you would always be famous. Since the queue for passport control was longer than the text chain between you and your now ex, you could reminisce about better times. Times where the world consisted of just you and Daniel.

There was nothing more dangerous than a charming man with lots of class. Unfortunately your beloved couldn't really exude that now. Daniel was wearing a sparkly jacket over his race suit.

"Snazzy, isn't it. Think we can get your glitter and some glue sticks and make you a matching one? New Enchanté drop?" Daniel jokes, motioning to the sparkly eye makeup he saw you in. He loved how excited about this you were, despite this being your upteenth GP. You'd been his grid good luck charm, ever since you started dating in 2018. Usually you'd be in for one or two European races, but there was no way you would miss the last few races, especially considering that you skipped out on attending a chunk of this season. You ignore the horrible memories from the Dutch hospital where they tried to give your boyfriend an aspirin for his broken arm.

"If you touch my primer tonight, you are not leaving Vegas in one piece." You joke and plant a kiss on his lips. "Your quali's about to start, lemme take this." You shrug on the eyesore jacket. The black and bold RICCIARDO letters pop against the blue sequins. Danny chuckles. He thinks how good his last name sounds with your first one. He got the idea way back when he was filming the grill the grid videos. When the admin asked who was most likely to get married in the little chapel in Vegas, he threw Charles under the bus. But the truth was, it was himself. Daniel had the ring ready, planning to take you on a late night track walk and propose there. Maybe it was the smell of weed in the air. Maybe it was the plethora of cheesy Vegas movies you two had binged the night before. But one thing was apparent. Daniel Ricciardo was getting married in Sin City.

He presses you into a bone crushing hug before dashing to his car. Despite there being a garage of people who also rooted for him. Despite the roar of the crowds, both here and at home. You're the one that cheers on the loudest. The most loyal supporter. Truly, you loved him the most.

You were snapped back from the thoughts by a government official asking for your passport and boarding pass. They take in the number 3 driver cap you had to pull to the side. Your last name intrigues them, too.

"Huh, what a coincidence that you're a Daniel fan and you have the same last name." They note. Clearly they were not versed in the gossip that came hand in hand with their sport. That was better, you thought. You weren't ready to be excluded from the WAG list.

"Yeah, funny. I'm actually going to the race, so maybe it'll get a few chuckles in the fan zone." You reply. In your mind you rotate the idea of having to change all your documents now. After this weekend you wouldn't be a Ricciardo anymore. Plain old you. That's why you hadn't bought a return ticket yet. It would feel almost fake to travel under Daniel's name.

With some time to spare, you grab a few packs of stroopwaffels and water for the flight. Your eyes scan the shelves and notice you grabbed your ex's favorite brand by force of habit. Nothing said "Fuck you for leaving me after we tied the knot" like a syrup baked good. What was an appropriate thing to even say? You debated asking your friends. They'd probably give you some jab about how you're the one keeping your dignity, even though he had been the one turning bitter near the end. Even though you'd laugh at their "give him money for a Moët, since he wasn't getting champagne podiums" line, you wouldn't believe it. Nothing could help you. Nothing could change the fact that this trip was going to hurt.

This first Vegas weekend was hurting. The Alpha Tauri wasn't a rocket ship. It was a submarine, sinking. Danny had somehow finessed a mini stroll for the two of you after he qualified in P14. He was blowing off media duties, ignoring the pen of journalists that wanted to know his thoughts. He had only 4 words in his brain. "Will you marry me?" looped around his head. The ring was now loose in his gloves, the fireproof pocket being too obvious. He took your hand and spun you around on the Vegas street. The sphere was changing. He was convincing you that there was something great on it coming soon, making you not take your eyes off it as he turned his back to you and retied his shoes.

He asks you to turn around and help him up cause he's got a cramp. You're mid bad joke about how he's blowing your back out so good and the car is blowing his when your mind registers what's happening. Daniel is on one knee, a shining ring in his hand.

" I want the only VIP on my table to be the view of you. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. Better than any win. You've been with me through the highs and lows of my career. I want you to be there when I retire in like 10 years and then forever. Will you make me the luckiest person in this city by marrying me?" He asks. You say yes, through tears in your eyes.

"Good, because the pavement was killing my knees. This thing gets hot." He jokes as he slides the ring on your finger. He kisses you and you swear it's like the first one. You slide your hand in his as he tells you about the ring, the engravings inside.

"You know, I never told you this, but I always wanted to get married in Vegas. Other girls probably wanted a grand ceremony filled with family and friends. My practical ass wanted in and out." You say, admiring the golden band.

"I mean, the chapel is open 24 hours. Elvis impersonator and all. It would be refreshing for them to get someone sober. Should we do it?" Daniel asks.

"You're crazy. You have a race tomorrow. People will tear you to shreds for focusing on me instead." You reason. Daniel's life was neatly sliced in two. Driving and not driving. And the biting comments from fans and Helmut were nothing new. Danny had a bad weekend? Your fault. You were a distraction. Which didn't make any sense. Max was world champion and he had Kelly. What people didn't see was that you loved your boyfriend so madly. Keeping each other sane through the online scrutiny. Covering for each other in front of paparazzi. Even things like keeping a balanced diet. Perhaps you were the best thing that happened to Daniel. But for you, it was beyond the shadow of a doubt. You wondered how you had survived your life before him. At least now he was yours forever.

"Come on. You're my lucky charm. If anything, you make me a better driver. I'm faster when I think that afterwards I'm coming home to you. So, let's make the gossip pages go wild." He says, not ready for the night to end. You give in, only interjecting with a

"Fine, fine but we cannot even have a lick of....."

"Champagne, please." You ask the stewardess.

"I'm sorry, but we don't serve alcohol yet, it's an early flight. I can get you sparkling water if you'd like." She offers, the picture of professionalism.

"That would be great, thank you." You say.

A hangover was not a good idea. Apparently you were the only sensible one. You paid for the in flight wifi solely to be able to communicate with Daniel. He was picking you up from the airport, so you wanted to update him. But the reply you got from him was unusual. The Instagram voice memos he gave you sounded something like this: “I'm drunk and I've been staring at my hands for an hour. I wanna remember what it was like to have you in them.”. His voice is slurred. He's reckless. So are you.

“Enjoying the night I see. Did you find a girl who's gonna erase me? Did you find a love that's gonna kill mine?”. He replies instantly with a “I found her, it's the one asking me stupid questions.”. Daniel means you, and he doubles down. “You're not mine anymore, but I don't want anyone touching you.” you cringe at his jealous streak. Maybe it was the first warning sign you missed. You know you should stop reminiscing about your wedding day. Yet……

You two are the smiliest couple in line to get married. Truly, someone could count Danny's teeth to pass the time. There's a wonderful old lady that's telling her entire life story to you two. She's here with her husband to be, who was her childhood sweetheart. But throughout her life, they were both dating other people, too hesitant to admit each other's feelings until now. She asks you if Daniel has always been this wonderful.

"He was born almost perfect. Though I think he needed me to complete him, to make him even greater." Your fiancee plants a kiss on your lips, effectively half-traumatising the older woman and smudging your lipstick.

You excuse yourself to reapply it, not about to get married with pink streaks on your face. As you exit the bathroom, there's a very drunk Elvis impersonator outside.

"Hey, baby. Wanna become my Priscilla?" He asks, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You decline politely and try to get back to the guy who you were about to marry. The fake king of rock and roll doesn't agree with your decision and continues to chat you up. You're practically sweating through the rental bride dress when your eyes meet a familiar pair of brown ones. Danny moves faster than the speed of light, fist raised in the air. Before he can punch the guy you step in, not wanting to have him spend his race in jail.

The faux Elvis backs off and the old lady lets you two cut in line. As a couple exits the chapel, it's your turn. You're about to marry the love of your life in Vegas. All your dreams were coming true. You ask Danny to pinch you and he jokes that he should say Max’s name instead.

The whole flight you're antsy. It was heartbreaking. To have counted on Daniel for so long to this. It was a long time coming. The nails in the coffin were getting drilled since the start of the season back in March. Spain was the first big fight. It was the fact that your husband's life was in a pressure cooker. The online hate. His crash with Stroll. The fact that Yuki's contract was extended already. His career hadn't been much of a roadblock even when it was uncertain before. The McLaren exit was actually almost a turning point towards considering to settle down.

You couldn't afford to think the time line after, not right now. Your hands were shaking as you type "I hope you're here, just landed." to Daniel. Then you shove the phone so deep in your bag, not wanting to look at it.

His messy curls are unmissable. Despite trying to lay low, he is there, like an eyesore. Decked out in yesterday's clothes, judging from Instagram. Holding an A4 piece of cardboard. Of course, it doesn't say your name or Ricciardo. It just says Unforgettable. Pictures of Danny in the Vegas airport would become a rumor mill and meme in a matter of minutes. It doesn't help that as soon as he sees you, he starts crying, his eyes filled with tears. Were they for you, for himself, for both of you. You would never know. Instead of a hello, or a miss you, you say.

“I can’t wrap my head around why you’re doing this right now.”

"I can't believe you're crying." You whisper to Daniel. His misty eyes are also making you tear up. The "priest" marrying you doesn't care about this, doesn't even shush you. Since this was not planned, there's no time to have personalized vows. Still, in the way your husband's voice breaks slightly at the "to love and to keep" says it all. Rings exchanged, a kiss shared and it's official. You are married to Daniel Ricciardo.

It's so past his "bedtime" (the regime set by his personal trainer) by the time you get to the hotel, that you actually consider just falling asleep. Of course, he has other plans. Danny's lips are on your neck since the elevator. As you pat down your pockets for the hotel key, his hands are all over your chest, squeezing and groping.

"Baby, please." You moan out.

"It's our first night together as a married couple. We can't just postpone it because we're busy tomorrow. I plan to make you thank yourself for saying yes to me." He argues, his touches trying to find any bare skin.

"Danny, come on. You know how lucky I am to have you. And you're also aware that you're insatiable." You say, leaning into his touch. You're trying to reason with him, but you can't help but trail your fingers from his defined abs down to his happy trail. He groans and you're a goner. It's safe to say that you end up "consumating" your marriage in the Vegas hotel. Some would call it poor decision making. You can't help but be a sucker for your husband talking about love and then making it to you. The creak of your bed and the banging of the headboard at least rattles the poor driver on the other side of the wall. So, a bonus for Alpha Tauri, you reason with yourself.

You had nearly forgotten what it was to have Daniel touching you. But as he's leading you out of the airport, he holds your hand. Your fingers are laced together, like lovers. There's an intrusive thought in your head.

"Drop it, stop this, you can't afford him to do that to you, why, Jesus fuck, you still felt it". The spark. The need to pull him aside and kiss him. The want to see that look in his brown eyes just before he leans in, like a needy puppy. Daniel is intent on killing you, because he draws little figures with his thumb on your skin.

"So, do we have a plan?" You ask, as if you hadn't had to figure out the logistics of this for weeks now.

"We'll go there during quali. At least this way all the fans will be occupied, either at home or in the grandstands." He says. "That way you can still enjoy a day of the weekend in Vegas."

"I don't know about you, but I don't think I'll be thinking about gambling or entertainment after the official end of my marriage." You reply. You're not sure if he shivers because of the cold or your words.

"You're right, I'm sorry." He apologizes. He drops your hand to wave to the Uber he hailed. Then he reaches out again, this time going for your left. Your ring is pressed against his. Possibly for the last time. You think that you should have simply given yours back that day.

If you opened the dictionary to the words “media circus” you'd find the Singapore 2024 Grand Prix as the definition. And at the center of it are you and Daniel. You're not sure why the press picks up on your increased presence in the paddock recently. Since Spain, you haven't missed a race. You and your husband may be on thin ice sometimes, but it would shatter like glass under your feet if you aren't communicating and being there for eachother. Supporting Danny reminds you why you love him. He's driven. Relentless. Never backs down from a challenge. Yet, now it's extreme. He works himself to the bone. On the simulator, or in long talks with his engineer Pierre. There is no rest for the wicked or the treathened. You're on the sidelines, picking out restaurants that are open at least til midnight. Making sure he eats, that he still can enjoy at least something. You're no influencer, but you use your social media to bring attention to his sponsored campaigns, to the new Enchanté collections. Anything to keep the image of Danny positive.

It's not like people don't ask you about it. Friends, family, coworkers are all curious what it feels like. Your reply? Even if it's tough on me, it's a million times tougher on him. So when you see the interview, you're flabbergasted.

The fans tag you in it. Not that you need that, seeing as you've been glued to the F1 website and social media. Danny is on media day duty, Thursday in Singapore. One of the reporters asks.

"Daniel , your lovely wife is joining you once again this weekend. Do you think that will affect your performance?"

"When it comes to how I drive, that's all me and the team. I'm not a superstitious guy, I don't believe in good luck. Racing is about strategy and talent."

The next journalist latches on, wanting to get a quote too. It spirals because your husband does not and cannot address his early exit rumors. So he talks about you. But his words aren't his, don't come from the heart. They are what Visa CashApp RB wants to hear. How he manages his time or more accurately how he doesn't spend it with you. He doesn't tell anyone that he asked for this. After spending a couple days apart, he wanted you to be by his side. As you'd been before. All good, always. Daniel even tries to crack a joke.

"Honestly, I'm starting to think that she's using me as a travel buddy or a way to check off some destinations off her holiday bucket list.". It gets scattered laughter, most because many times before he's shared that you weren't interested in flying out with him that much. That it stresses you out, the airport a hostile environment rather than a relaxing one.

After the press conference he's pulled aside, you presume for socials. You reason that he's busy and that's why he's not responding to your texts. His team's Instagram shows him energetic, and dancing to 28 by Zach Brian. Your song. Maybe the chorus of how lucky are we resonated with him, but not you.

"You can't just pretend it's all okay. After what you did. I'm not the villain, okay. I'm not the one taking your seat away from you." You say, the moment he comes back in your hotel room.

"You think they're gonna fire me, now? What happened to having my back. Do you think I'm like Logan, huh." He says back.

"You throw me under the bus, you throw another driver, anyone else? Wanna drag the lizard during practice, too, while you're at it? We're not the bad guys here, Daniel. Go ahead, blame me for being unhappy, and blame me for having bad luck. Just remember that when you fall from the top, it hurts like hell.” you reply.

He thinks he will show everyone who doubted him on Saturday. Have a great qualifying, cement his place in the team. Danny wishes that he didn't have to prove himself to you, too. But he does. So all the angst is worth it. As a “I put us through hell, but look where it got us, we'll fix it now.” He's out in Q1. It was over. He was the biggest loser, forced to see others succeed.

After watching Max win in Abu Dhabi, you were tagging along to the belated celebrations. 3 consecutive championships was a big deal. So you had a few too many glasses of champagne with Danny's friend and former teammate. That resulted in your husband having to support you out, and tuck you in with a bucket next to you.

When the morning comes, there's a bottle of water and ibuprofen on the bedside table next to you. But no Daniel. You make your way to the kitchen in the spacious penthouse room. There was your beloved, making breakfast. An omelet with extra cheese signaled the start of summer break. But what surprised you was the abundance of bouquets, flowers covering multiple pieces of furniture.

"Did I blackout before you lost a bet or something? Why is there a botanical garden in our hotel room." You ask, admiring your favorite ones.

"Wanted to give you something pretty to wake up. Besides the obvious. Also, you got so drunk last night that you started singing this song about getting flowers." He explains.

You cringe as you recall shouting the lyrics, "Buying me all the flowers, swearing on yourself that you count on me," along with a few others.

"You let me get "belting out breakup songs" drunk?" you ask.

"Hey, who knows how many tipsy nights you'll have left in you?" He replies.

"Is this a jab about me aging, how dare you? You're older than me, you prick. Wait. Oh? Is this about?" You go on, then the realization hits you. Daniel's actually talking about

"A baby, yes. You are bad at picking up on hints. Do you think we should try for kids? I know we've had the conversation before, but are you still sure?" He asks. In truth, he hopes you'd still say yes like before. Screw being World Champion, all he wanted now was to be a father.

"I've never been more sure. I know I can count on you and you can count on me. Though let's wait a bit, I don't want to be giving birth in the middle of the Dutch GP or something." You add, shuddering at the thought of being pregnant in the paddock.

"Baby Zandvoort Stroopwaffel Ricciardo wouldn't stand a chance in the world." Danny jokes before pulling you in a kiss.

“I don't know, I think they're going places.” You say after pulling away.

As Daniel helps the driver with the direction, you quip

"Glad that you've had time to roam around Nevada while I was at home packing up my things from what was our apartment. In Monaco, surrounded by our friends' pitiful looks."

"My friends. They're my friends. Besides, one of us had to stay here for six weeks. Otherwise they wouldn't let us get divorced." he says.

"Oh, there was no graph on the fucking forms for custody of racing drivers. And maybe someone should have looked more closely at the law before complaining. You were so reckless and cheesy for proposing in Vegas. And now we have to deal with this." You argue.

"Well I wasn't the one who wanted to break it off. That was all you, sweetheart." He fights back. You're about to make a jab at him for not using that competitiveness on the track.

The man in the driver's seat just sighs and points to a decal above the mirror. It says "no conflicts, please." You can't help it. You want your ex to scream, swear, so you know he's hurting.

But you try to be the bigger person. You and Danny had always been explosive. Before, it was passion. Stolen kisses on busy streets. Hands dangerously close to intimate places on Australian beaches (accompanied by down under jokes that never got old). Hotel room pillows under headboards. It was a miracle that you actually didn't have to file for custody. You guess it didn't take. The universe knew. And despite all the happy, messy, angry raw sex you had, the tests always came back negative. You chuckle at the sweets still in your carry-on, remembering that talk about naming your child after Zandvoort. You extend a pack to Daniel, a peace offering. Stroopwaffels were truly the answer to everything.

"I can't believe you remember to bring me these. I thought you hated me." He says, when he's not sinking his teeth into the syrup filled snack.

"Despite popular belief, I don't live to see your downfall." You reply. We both already saw it is what you think. And when you hear your "other half" say it back to you, you almost believe in soulmates again.

Daniel and you make a few stops. First you two look over the divorce forms with his lawyer. Then you make sure they are notary certified. And lastly, you head back to the courthouse. Nevada is colder than you remember. You shiver as he wraps an arm around you. That's how you walk in to the building. Lovers, soulmates, best friends. Anything but strangers. This time Daniel's the one that breaks when he sees you crying. His thumbs are gentle, wiping the tears from your cheeks with such love that you're almost ready to take it all back. To say "sike", to tear the forms in stripes and use them as confetti you kiss under. To momentarily forget and keep doing that until you forgive him. Instead you go through with it. Right outside when you're officially legally single, you can speak.

"I get why you had to get wasted yesterday. This hurts." you say.

"Wanna go out drinking together. You know, one last time? As a warranty I won't dial your number after the last call like I did back then." Daniel suggests.

"Lead the way, Vegas boy." you reply.

You were lost, figuratively and literally. Singapore was not a good place to wander off in. The 3 cap on your face is pulled down to your eyes. In the end you decide to go back for the race. To give Danny a chance. He's too emotional to talk to you in depth. He kisses you, and your hands grip his denim like shirt. Good luck is all you manage to say. The stars in the Singapore night are what you stare at for the majority of the race. Even with the fastest lap, you can sense it's not enough.

Your heart breaks when Daniel doesn't get out of the car immediately. You wish you could rush over to him, talk. Then you see his face and know. He's grieving. For his legacy, his future. There's no send off. You stay with him until late, until it's just you two and the photographer on the track. You can't do this right now. It's after your flight back that you ask. You deal the final blow to Daniel's life. You ask him for a divorce.

He posts on Instagram before he replies to you. You like the picture, and you pour out your feelings in the comments. You tell him you'll always be proud of him and his achievements. You tell him that you love him. You can't bear to say anything about the future. Because his future is no longer your concern.

He calls you in the middle of the night. He's tired of everyone, drunk, super sad and tells you

"I miss you." as if you don't know. It brings you no joy to hear this. You just ask him to pass the phone to someone else in the bar and you get his location.

"You know, for someone who makes wine, you are a light weight." you comment as you help him back into your shared apartment. You don't wonder where he's staying and whether he likes it. You're lying. Even as you try to settle on the couch, you can't relax. You go to your bed and watch Daniel snore softly. You carefully get in next to him. Sensing the dip in the mattress, he immediately pulls you into his arms.

"Did we fight? I'm sorry. Whatever I did, I didn't mean it. Don't go on the couch, please." He whispers, voice groggy from sleep. He had gotten so wasted he completely forgot he was in the process of divorcing you.

"I'm right here, Daniel. I'm not going anywhere." you say as you turn towards him. You relax into his chest. For the first time in 168 hours you get a decent sleep.

The next day, he just packs some leftover clothes into a suitcase and leaves for the airport. You see him in America and remember the talks with Christian. The faint mentions of Redbull ambassador duties in the States. Despite everything, he chose the job instead of you. Even retired, he was more loyal to the team, which didn't even give him more than 3 photos and a paragraph on Instagram.

Daniel said he'd reject it. Yet, the moment he was free of you, he took it. You had been the roadblock again, being the thing making his career go wrong. After years of being his talisman, you had turned to a bad omen. Of course it was best for you to leave while you can, sprint towards the exit.

You're in front of a bar entrance.

"Is this a good idea? I know we've both been drinking away the end of our relationship, and marriage. So maybe tonight, let's not." You say, suddenly getting cold feet.

"You're right. Do you wanna see the apartment? Make it seem like you're here for a regular vacation with your husband?" He hesitates on the last word, yet still uses it.

"It would be a shame to not see what Vegas residency has done to your taste." You reply.

"You'll love the slot machine in the kitchen, brings the whole place together." Danny jokes and you laugh and it's almost like the old times. He's missed this.

Bachelor Daniel is different than you'd expect. He cooks you both pasta and has one of those fridges with a water and ice dispenser. After dinner, he shows it to you, and it escalates into a chase, pelting frozen cubes at each other. He catches you easily, damn his F1 reflexes.

The ice from his hand is violent poured at the front of your shirt and you fucking moan. Daniel watches the droplets and realizes you're not wearing a bra. It happens in a flash. You're pinned against the counter, your ex husband grabbing another icecube from his fancy fridge. It melts on his tongue, your tongue as you kiss. Daniel's cold lips make you shiver and beg for more as they move from your neck to your chest.

"I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry." He mumbles, now between your thighs. You tell him that " his whole life isn't going to be enough time for him to apologize to you, but this is a good start.". When his tongue licks a stripe down your pussy, it's literally frozen.

"Baby, it's like Frosty the snowman is eating me out, stop." You say and he pulls away immediately. "I need you still, though. Can you fuck me, please. It's been months." You continue.

He's on his feet, towering over you, lips on your neck.

"I don't have a condom though. Is that okay?" Daniel asks.

"Damn, single for 6 weeks and already banging other people raw. You don't waste time,huh." You recoil, trying to move away from him.

"I haven't been with anyone else. Only you. " He confesses.

You're back in his arms, this time taking the lead. It's a different kiss, slow and gentle.

"Then tonight's your lucky night, lover boy. A hot divorcee in your area needs you." You joke as you lead him to bed. You want to be in control, at least with this. For once, you feel at ease again. You grind against him, slowly teasing you both. You sink down on his cock, and he doesn't miss the hiss you let out as you get used to his size again. You ride him, gradually getting closer to your orgasm. You speed up the pace, asking him to fuck you. As you come, you're begging, needing and pleading him to come for you, to finish inside of you. Who is he to deny you? Besides he doesn't think he can get himself to pull out. He too wants nothing more than to spill his seed inside of you, to fuck you through his orgasm. And he does so.

You're both spent, as he pulls away. His mouth is moving faster than his brain when he says "I love you.".

"Don't be cruel, Daniel. Don't talk to me about love when you don't know it." you respond and leave.

You can't leave your house. Even though you're the one that ended it. You're stuck inside, sad songs and ice cream galore. You know that eventually, it will stop hurting. The endless edits of Daniel to Pink Skies aren't helping. You wonder how he is. You wish he wore the hurt on his sleeve. He looked so happy. With Josh, or at the stupid Red Bull event. It's selfish, but you wish to see how these nights end. It's time for him to cry. Because there's no sign that you'd been his at all.

Daniel somehow managed to lose you twice. You don't come back. You just send a text asking to keep the ring on. He takes it as a sign. But all in him that believed evaporated later that week. You're back with your friends. Danny remembers you had mentioned that you'd be staying with them. You neglected to say anything about what was unfolding in front of his eyes via Instagram. A divorce party. They threw you a fucking rager. He analyzes every second of every video. A stranger that’s there worries him. The guy looks freakishly like him. And he keeps hiding his face, clearly not belonging there. The motherfucker is in a 3 piece suit for fuck’s sake. And keeps orbiting in your personal space.

Then it's almost radio silence. You barely post. There's a picture of you, 2 dinner plates ,glasses of water and a fancy restaurant. A number and a heart is all he gets to know you've moved on. Daniel was never good at math, but it doesn't take a genius to calculate when this happened. The day after your divorce party. Because of your new beau, now you only post the occasional selfie. Then the bomb drops. A video of you and his doppelganger. At a fucking gender reveal. And you're the one expecting. The caption reveals the due date. Daniel wants to be spiteful. He wants to know just how many days after you two last saw each other you were fucking others. He plugs in the day you're about to be due into a sketchy fertility calculation website. It's actually very detailed and indicates that you conceived on the last day of your ovulation. Which just happens to be the last night you saw him.

Daniel was about to have a kid. A tiny human being in whose life he would never be a part of. He can't help but think what would happen if he could turn back time. His heart tells him he'd somehow still manage to turn the situation into this.

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NEW ON SKZBOXD

Eight Stray Kids-centric stories, inspired by Filipino romance films. To be released in February and March ahead of Stray Kids' anniversary on March 25. All fics will be tagged with #🎞️ ylangelegy skzboxd and linked to this masterlist once completed. If you want to be added to the tag list, let me know in the comments. Happy watching!

OOO COMING IN FEBRUARY 2025

I'm Drunk, I Love You (2017) ⋅ Starring: Kim Seungmin

Only days before graduation, two best friends embark on a road trip together. Will it be a chance to reveal their true feelings for each other?

Bride For Rent (2014) ⋅ Starring: Yang Jeongin

Jeongin needs to hire a bride so he can access his trust fund. You desperately need a job. Your marriage starts out fake, but ends up as much more.

What About Now (2022) ⋅ Starring: Hwang Hyunjin

A chance meeting at a friend's wedding rekindles old feelings between two college friends as they wonder whether it's too late for their love. Originally entitled Ngayon Kaya.

That Kind of Love (2024) ⋅ Starring: Lee Minho

Refusing to believe in your skills, the cynical Minho challenges you, a dating coach, to play matchmaker for him. But true love may be closer than he thinks.

OOO COMING IN MARCH 2025

Can We Still Be Friends? (2017) ⋅ Starring: Bang Chan

After your sudden breakup, you and Chan go back to the dating scene while living under the same roof— but old habits just won't seem to die.

As If It's True (2023) ⋅ Starring: Seo Changbin

A fading social media influencer and a struggling musician stage a relationship with the mutual intent to capitalize on one another. Over time, their fake relationship starts to get a little too real.

Once More, With Feelings (2019) ⋅ Starring: Lee Felix

When aspiring architect Felix learns sign language from you, his deaf neighbor, you find solace in each other but face challenges as your relationship grows. Originally entitled Isa Pa With Feelings.

The Breakup Playlist (2015) ⋅ Starring: Han Jisung

A rock musician and a law student whose true passion is music fall in love and pursue a romance that complicates both of their blossoming careers.

#🎞️ ylangelegy skzboxd #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #stray kids fic #skz fic #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #chan x reader #minho x reader #changbin x reader #hyunjin x reader #jisung x reader #felix x reader #seungmin x reader #jeongin x reader #[shaking the bars of my enclosure] I AM A SKZ WRITER I PROMISE I PROMISE I PROMISE

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dozinggen · 1 year ago

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Hi! I recently found your blog, and your writing is really good ♡

So, if possible, can I request some headcannons on marrying Jing Yuan? Like how much time do you spend together? do you cook for him? do you go on dates? how has your relationship changed since?

Thanks, and I hope you're having a great day!

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͙✧˖*°࿐ Pairings: Jing yuan x fem!wife!reader (no pronouns used, implied fem)

┊͙ Summary: husband jing yuan

┊͙ warnings: none

┊͙ A/n: Helloo! ur so sweet n I’m so sorry for the long wait😭

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He would propose later into the relationship, he loves you and is definitely committed if you are, but jing yuan thinks it’s better to take it slower when getting engaged

He’d probably propose 2-3 years into the marriage, 4 maximum.

When he first proposed, he’d make it (obviously) the most memorable thing ever. And the wedding? Man’s probably told you to get the best dress out there.

Something about the ring feels so perfect. It symbolizes the both of you, everything you’ve done together—even though it’s just a ring.

Honestly, your relationship wouldn’t change that much, other then the fact he loved you so so much more :)

Since he’s still the general, he doesn’t have much time to spend time with you, But when he does, he’ll spend every second of it with you.

He’d definitely still take you on dates, and each time, his love for you just grows little by little.

He’d probably take you out Atleast 2-3 times a month, before and after marriage, it could be just strolling through the city, or even eating at a restaurant.

He strikes me as the type of guy who’d get you gifts, so he will probably get you flowers on the most random days. He saw a flower that reminded him of you. Or he just wants to show you how much he loves you.

Adding on to the last one, he’d also get you gifts—and let me tell you, they are wrapped like it’s Christmas Day. The wrapping will be so fancy, it’s probably got bubble wrap in it, even if it’s not fragile.

For anniversaries, he’d set up the most romantic (and expensive) thing ever.

When he comes home, he’s basically clings on to you. While your cooking, he wraps his arms around your waist. Or while on your phone he plays with your hair and vice versa

If your working and he somehow comes home before you, he’ll cook for you, maybe even clean the house like a male wife.

10/10 husband, would recommend marrying him.

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#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hoyoverse #hsr x reader #jing yuan #jing yuan hsr x reader #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan x y/n #jing yuan x you #jingyuan x reader #hsr fluff #jing yuan fluff

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rosemarymonths · 1 year ago

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Introducing Rosemary Month 2023, all throughout October!

You can submit art, fanfics, music, cosplays, meta analysis, shitposts, etc, for the prompts!! I’ll be keeping track of the tags: #rosemary and #rosemary month2023 for submissions!! Or you can simply just @ this acc so I don’t skip over yours by accident!

Prompts:

Day 1: From The Start

Imagine rosemary at their very beginning of their dynamic or at the first step of their romantic relationship!

Day 2: Turtle Consorts

Rose and Kanaya hanging around Rose’s consorts would’ve been pretty cute!

Day 3: Meteorstuck

Imagine any Meteorstuck shenanigans Rose and Kanaya got into together!

Day 4: Hurt/Comfort

Obligatory sadstuck day, but with added comfort for safety measure!

Day 5: First Kiss

Either imagine Pre-Retcon Rose and Kanaya’s first kiss, or the unseen post-retcon kiss! Or maybe you want to explore a different way they could’ve had their first kiss?

Day 6: Quadrants

Time for some rosemary quadrant smearing!

Day 7: Birthdays

How neat would it be to see Rose and Kanaya celebrating each other’s birthdays?

Day 8: Cats

Imagine Rose and Kanaya playing with a bunch of cats!

Day 9: Rain

Rose and Kanaya going through rainy weather, or just explore anything you want to do with rain.

Day 10: Rays

After the rain, Kanaya and Rose finally get some sunshine.

Day 11: Game Over

Explore the absolute heartbreak that is Rose and Kanaya’s deaths, either during the catastrophe or the aftermath within the dreambubbles.

Day 12: AUs

Any AU you want!! Been thinking about a MLP AU lately? A Little Prince AU?

Day 13: Family

Explore either Rose and Kanaya with their own little family, or just them with the other Strilondes/Maryams! Or both!!

Day 14: Alpha Timeline

Imagine either Alpha Rose x Beforus Kanaya, or post-retcon rosemary! Whichever one you like best!

Day 15: Tropes

Explore your favorite rosemary tropes!! Or a trope you’d love to see with rosemary!

Day 16: Scars

Rose and Kanaya bonding over their shared scars, either literal or metaphorical.

Day 17: Flowers

Either Kanaya simply infodumping about her botanic skills to Rose, or just pretty flower art, you decide whatever!

Day 18: Stars

Perhaps Rose and Kanaya stargazing, or aesthetic pieces! Go crazy!

Day 19: Date Night

Imagine Rose and Kanaya finally going on a somewhat decent date this time around.

Day 20: Robots

Assigned meat rosemary day, or just do whatever you wish with robots and rosemary!

Day 21: Double Date

Imagine rosemary going on a double date with another ship you like!

Day 22: Dreambubbles

Either Rose and Kanaya having dreambubble fun times, or perhaps more Game Over angst?

Day 23: Domestic

Explore Rose and Kanaya’s sweet domestic life, as they deserve!

Day 24: Strider Third Wheeler

It wouldn’t be Rosemary without Dave trying to tag along like he’s their five year old son, right?

Day 25: Proposal

Who do you think proposed? Rose or Kanaya?

Day 26: Wedding Anniversary

Rose and Kanaya celebrating their marriage!!

Day 27: Snow

Imagine Rose and Kanaya undergoing snowy weather!

Day 28: Fnaf Day

Exactly what it says. Happy Fnaf Movie month

Day 29: Beach Episode

Imagine Rose and Kanaya just having some beach summer fun times

Day 30: Clothes/Style Swap

A good ol’ fashioned clothing/style swap between Rose and Kanaya!

Day 31: Halloween

Happy Halloween!! Are Rose and Kanaya trick or treating? Passing out candy? Going to a party?Scaring little kids to death maybe?? Do whatever halloween fun you want with these two!

#homestuck #rosemary #rose lalonde #kanaya maryam #rosemary month 2023 #rosekan

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jisungsdaydreamer · 2 years ago

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Anti-Romantic | TEASER | CHAPTER 3 OUT NOW!!

«GENERAL M.LIST» · «NAVIGATION» · «TALK TO ME» · «SERIES MASTERLIST»

Pairing: Hyunjin x Fem!reader Genre: non idol au, fluff, smut, romcom, drama, opposites attract Warnings: swearing, explicit sexual content, dysfunctional relationships, taboo couples/relationship therapist and patient dynamic

P.S. ♡ If you like my work, please consider giving me feedback in the form of reblogs, comments, and asks! ♡

As the most beloved dating coach in the sunny state of California, Hyunjin has dealt with all kinds of nightmares— from real desperate housewives and their indifferent husbands to toxic shotgun marriages doomed to fail— and he’s fixed them all. Dubbed the “Love Doctor,” Hyunjin has a PhD in both sociology and broken hearts. Every single day for Hyunjin ends the same: yet another flashy career success and to celebrate, sliding on his rose-tinted glasses and sipping on pink champagne, his perpetual poison.

That was all before you, of course.

For your entire life, you’ve been unlucky in love. From your endless unrequited high school crushes to your situationship who turned out to be gay, love has just never been in the cards for you. It’s all changed you from a hopeless romantic into a pessimist who doesn’t believe in true love. You now make fun of every couple you see, religiously watch wedding fails on Youtube, and absolutely hate romantic comedies.

But no amount of lackluster girls’ nights or hours thrown into your crappy job can fill the hole in your heart. You’re absolutely lonely. In one last attempt to give love a chance, you ditch your Tinder dates and decide to turn to L.A.’s famous “Love Doctor,” this hotshot relationship therapist all of your friends rave about.

Barrelling into Dr. Hwang’s office like a cyclone, you bring along your signature stormy attitude and want a remedy to your emotional dry spell, even though you still believe in your heart that counseling won’t work for you. You don’t expect, however, your new intimacy expert to be hotter than hell, definitely not a middle-aged woman ready to lecture you about putting out.

No, Dr. Hwang is more like the Grandmaster of love, the amorous warlock of the West Coast, and with the way he silently strips you with his bedroom eyes the moment you walk in, perhaps even the sex scholar of the Valley. As he slowly disarms your defenses, you do your best not to let him know of your inappropriate fantasies about him. But even worse than your impossibly vivid wet dreams, you’re falling in love with your fucking therapist. Or Hyunjin, as he so charmingly commands you to call him.

And you try to keep your feelings for him at bay, you really do. But Hyunjin just doesn’t give up, relentlessly tugging at your mind and heart and taking up every quantum of your life. Because after all, the Love Doctor loves a good challenge.

«GENERAL M.LIST» · «NAVIGATION» · «TALK TO ME»

TAGLIST @army-stay-noel, @hwangjuhong, @chizumiyoshi

📢 ©jisungsdaydreamer 2023 | All rights reserved. I do not condone translations or transfers of my work onto other platforms such as Wattpad, AO3, etc. Tumblr is my only platform. Acts of plagiarism are strictly prohibited.

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starsinkpop · 1 year ago

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ATEEZ Tarot Reading - MTL to get married first

Disclaimer: I do tarot readings for fun, so please read them with a grain of salt. Don’t take my words too seriously and just keep an open mind. Tarot is a divination tool that can’t predict the future, as every single individual has their own will and makes their own decisions. Tarot should be seen as a guidance and a good friend that just has your best interest and gives you advice when needed. I’m not putting anyone in my readings on a pedestal nor am I trying to harm anyone. One last side note, I’m not a native speaker, so please excuse any wrong spellings or poor grammar.

Date of Reading: October 12th 2023

Deck: Ethereal Visions Tarot

Most

Seonghwa/San/Wooyoung

Yunho/Yeosang

Mingi/Jongho

Hongjoong

Least

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Hongjoong - Six of Wands (R), Seven of Cups, XVI The Tower

Marriage doesn’t seem to be something that he has ever really thought of. Seems like he’s doubting he’ll ever get married honestly. Marriage isn’t something he would go for as of now. It’s a concept that doesn’t align with his beliefs and principles.

Seonghwa - Six of Wands, X The Wheel of Fortune, XXI The World

Marriage is something that Seonghwa really desires in his life. He wants that long-term commitment marriage comes with. It would complete and fulfill him. He really can’t wait for a strong connection like a marriage. I also see him being especially excited about the wedding itself. Would definitely be one of the first members to get married.

Yunho - VIII Strength, Seven of Pentacles, XVI The Tower (R)

Yunho wants stability and security in his life. A marriage would bring in more financial stability and he’s a pretty romantic guy who also wants this long-term commitment. So he really needs a deep connection first. He wants to take care of his spouse but also be very well taken care off. Yunho loves the romance behind marriages, especially the “through sickness and health” part. I don’t think he’ll be one of the first ones to get married tho

Yeosang - XIV Temperance, IV The Emperor, XII The Hanged Man

Yeosang also wants to get married but he as well needs a bit of time as there’s some uncertainty about the future. He’s craving this emotional fulfillment and he wants that attachment. He as well wants the stability and security a marriage can bring, but he needs to find a reliable and loyal partner first. So he will also take his time before marriage.

San - Knight of Swords, Knight of Cups, Four of Pentacles, Two of Pentacles

I see San quickly getting married, as he goes for whatever he wants. He wants to find true love and he’s hoping for a passionate relationship. He loves to love and he loves the warmth a marriage can bring. He’s also someone who’s going for long-term commitments and a marriage could bring him the support he needs. However, I think he maybe gets married for the money. Two incomes are better than one and I feel like he would throw the romance over board if he could marry someone who has a lot of financial wealth. He will also be one of the first members to get married.

Mingi - Five of Pentacles (R), XVII The Star, Six of Cups

Mingi is definitely liking the thought of a marriage. He feels like, a good marriage could overcome any issues and it would be positive change in his life. He really wishes for a marriage tbh as it brings in another level of intimacy and strengthen the bond between two loving souls. He also enjoys the financial improvement it could bring. But Mingi needs a lot of time to trust others and he only wants to marry someone he really knows well. So I see him getting married later in life, after many years in the relationship.

Wooyoung - Knight of Wands, Knight of Swords, VI The Lovers, III The Empress

Just like Seonghwa and San, Wooyoung would also be one of the first members to get married. Wooyoung loves relationships, the deeper the better. He wants true and passionate love and what’s better to celebrate that love by getting married. He really wants that love bonding for life, he wants a family and deep emotional connection. A marriage would be such a blissful change in his life and bring his relationship on an even more intimate level which he would absolutely enjoy. He goes for what he wants as well, so as soon as he found the right one, he won’t wait for long to put the ring on it.

Jongho - II The High Priestess, Two Of Cups, XVI The Tower

Jongho wants to get married for sure. Similar to the others, the intimacy and passion it would kindle is something he really wants to experience. He needs a strong soul bond first though and really needs to get to know his partner well. He doesn’t only want a physical connection but especially an emotional connection that would strengthen him. There’s some deeply routed fear of getting divorced tho, which is why I put I’m lower on the list. I think he needs a long time to fully commit to a marriage with his partner.

Love,

~Nicky 🫧

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sunflowervoltwentyeight · 2 years ago

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Happy 28th! Here's my June 2023 fic rec, organized in the order I read them. Enjoy!

Sun Means The Sky'll Be Blue by pearlydewdrops / @moonhusbands (91k)

As the only singleton under thirty attending his cousin's five-day wedding, Harry is desperate to find a date, or at least a reason to get people's questions about his love life off his back. So when Louis, Harry's old uni roommate and fellow wedding attendee waltzes back into his life, Harry seizes the opportunity, pretending Louis is his ex-boyfriend and that it's a sore subject not to be mentioned.

If it's a little bit closer to the truth than Harry would like, well, he's a master at living in denial.

So cue a mess of trudged-up feelings, past misunderstandings, a rekindled summer romance and a whole lot of sexually-charged bickering.

Becoming Us by sweariwouldnt (59k)

Married at First Sight is a television show in which hopefuls looking for The One are matched by experts deeming them to be the perfect match. The twist? They meet each other for the first time at the altar. When they exchange their 'I do's'. And get married for real.

One Harry and Louis find each other at the altar. They have five weeks to make or break the set-up marriage.

Say You'll Remember by whisperdlullaby (93k)

au. louis and harry are best mates that are only half aware that they're also soulmates. alternatively, louis goes to university and harry travels the world, and they always manage to find their way back to each other.

takes place over nine years, in which they love and hurt, make mistakes and learn, and above all, grow.

Heading For Limbo by kingsofeverything / @kingsofeverything (100k)

Childhood best friends who’ve fallen in and out of touch with each other since Louis’ family moved away when they were thirteen, Harry and Louis find their paths crossing again and again. Each time, no matter how many miles apart or how many years it’s been, it’s as if no time has passed. They fall back into their easy friendship, until life intervenes and sends them on their separate ways once more.

When Harry discovers some life-changing things about himself, Louis is there for him, however he needs. But it’s all temporary because Louis has plans that will move his life from New York all the way to L.A. and the distance isn’t the only thing between them.

The pieces of their twice broken hearts are scattered from the Atlantic to the Pacific.

Flash Forward to Forever by akatomlinson / @mason-conaway (73k)

Louis narrows his eyes, wanting more than anything to tell Liam to go fuck himself, but he can’t be sure, is the thing. As much as he knows for a fact that he would never date someone like Harry Styles, he has months missing from his memory. And it’s scary to think that, in that time, everything he’s come to know about himself could have changed so drastically.

Or the one where Louis loses his memory and Harry just about loses his mind trying to win him back (or something)

Sent by the Sun by etherealbliss / @givesuethemoon (53k)

“I know,” Louis mutters, ghosting his mouth over Harry’s pulse point, “that if you’d stop wasting your time with him, if you’d just let me… I could show you so many things. I could change everything for you. There are ways in which you could be seduced that you haven’t even dreamed of, angel.”

At that, Harry breaks.

In 1970s Los Angeles, Harry is a groupie who aches to feel alive. Louis is the lead singer of a rock band who aches to know him.

Halfway Home by itsmotivatingcara / @itsmotivatingcara (103k)

Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson were improbable childhood friends, much to Harry's dismay. They were thrown together each summer when Harry was forced to visit Louis' grandfathers' ranch in Black Hills, South Dakota. With each passing year their friendship blossomed into something more. When trail rides turned to stolen kisses, and tragedies turned to confessions, until they could no longer deny the inevitable draw they felt for one another.

Though life and their future plans soon set them on different paths.

Ten years later, Louis is the proud owner of Halfway Home Wildlife Refuge. Harry returns to the ranch to escape the perils of his past in London, and though their memories still haunt Louis, he won't let that deter him from his goals. However, someone has been keeping a close eye on the refuge, and possibly Louis specifically, and Harry's return may have unleashed more that just old passions. There's a hunter lurking in the Hills, someone who's decided they've bided their time long enough.

Not That Gone Series by abrighteryellow / @a-brighter-yellow

Hello My Name is Harry (2k) Louis’s 20-year high school reunion takes a turn when a celebrity classmate – who also happens to be Louis’s long unrequited crush – unexpectedly shows up. A famous/not-famous AU inspired by Chris Evans.

Not That Gone (60k)

Around four in the afternoon on day two, Harry was dropping kisses on Louis' chest and heading downwards when he abruptly stopped. “I can move back here,” he said, propping himself up on the mattress with his hands. Louis' eyes popped open and he looked up at him, totally lost. “What?” “For a while,” Harry continued, the idea taking hold. “Hang out with my mom. Work on my script. Be with you.” Louis had already resigned himself to the fact that this weekend was a crack in the space-time continuum that would soon close, sending him and Harry back to their respective, very different lives. It would be a memory that would keep him warm when he was an old, old man – that time one of People’s 50 Most Beautiful had kept him on his hands and knees for two days straight. He wasn’t so stupid as to hope for more. “You’re crazy,” Louis scoffed. Harry’s eyes shone. “Am I?” A few weeks after Louis and Harry, *ahem*, reconnect at their high school reunion, Harry temporarily moves back home. Louis isn't sure he has the emotional fortitude for a prolonged fling with the man of the dreams. For Ten Minutes Straight (1k) Louis has a ritual for when Harry's away – and a good reason for keeping it private.

#2023 fic rec #june fic rec #larry fic rec #28th appreciation #trackinghappily #hlcreators #trackinghome #read #1dficvillage

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pandoraimperatrix · 1 year ago

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In the white of her palm is your heart

NejiHina Week 2023

Day 3: Dating

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The Hyuuga do things the old way, so, they didn’t date.

Dating were for modern girls, for the daughters of civilians, and the new growing class of merchants, Hinata, being born daughter of the oldest shinobi clan of what came to be Konoha, would never be allowed such freedom.

In truth, from the moment it was made obvious that her mother had given her father a daughter, her destiny was already sealed. She would marry Neji, the would-have-been perfect heir, and produce the purest of byakugan blessed children. And when it became clear that her temperament too soft for the ruthlessness of shinobi life, it reinforced the council's opinion that Hinata’s only utility was to bear the son that would take over after her father stepped down and fix the line of succession.

There was nothing romantic about this plan, the trouble was that, despite the old geezers of the Hyuuga Council believing themselves as their masters, they never counted on Hinata’s newly wedded husband being a rebel. Had always been a rebel and would not be playing his part as planned by the same people that robbed him of his father and his freedom.

He had tried rejecting Hinata, once upon a time, it didn’t work, and it didn’t last. Some things are more powerful than fate, stronger than hate and more persistent than any wish of rebellion.

And instead of hating her of trying to reject her further, of persisting in the misery, Neji rebelled in a different way, he loved his wife, instead of letting himself to be used by the very same powers that hurt both of them so much by simply using their union to procreation, he tried his best to make her happy instead. And if the heavens one day blessed them with children, unlike their parents, their sons and daughters would never doubt their worth to their parent’s eyes.

Neji, when he decided – because it was his decision, not obedience – to marry Hinata, he also decided that he would give her what being born the Byakugan no Hime stole from her options in life. A warm home life. The normalcy of a date nights, kisses under the moon, flowers, chocolates and teddy bears.

Trouble was, she didn’t quite care for any of that. She knew she should, but she didn’t. But Hinata wouldn’t tell him that and break his covert romantic soul.

The man adored her, she owed him at least that.

So, she played along, she indulged him, playing the part of the blushing bride, because she knew he liked it so much. And she’d make eyes to him in the semi-public space of a fancy restaurant with moody candlelight, and she would let her fingers touch his when serving him tea, always so very proper, so very chaste.

It wasn’t a task, and she wasn’t pretending, she was indeed a private person, and although their relationship had never been, at least on her part, akin to the suffocating infatuation that rendered her speechless and a fainting mess (looking back, being able to tell to his face all her thoughts about him, even those not too pleasant, when she used to be a depressed, timid little genin might have been a sign).

After a month of marriage, she knew that the easiest way to drive her cold, austere Hyuuga husband absolutely mad with desire was to act like her meek authentic self.

After all, he never wanted anything or anyone but her, he had told her so.

But when they were back home, when it was only the two of them... Well...

She giggled when he pulled her up as soon as the shoji doors slid shut behind them.

“Anata, they’ll hear us,” she warned him, her ears ringing as she tried to not slip from his grip as he swiftly hooked her legs on his shoulders.

“You are the one being loud, Hinata-sama,” and then he stopped, and looked up, eyebrows rising and mouth watering, “tsuma...” oh, it was absurd how hearing him call her that made her feel, mostly because it was so rare “you are not wearing your bottom hadagi.”

“I-I was feeling too warm,” she didn’t lie, but feeling warm in the middle of the winter had little to do with the weather. It was him. Just him. Neji licked his lips and somehow pulled her even closer in a rough move, making Hinata huff, already panting, and he haven’t even really touched her.

“And why is Hinata-sama feeling warm when it’s snowing outside?” He teased her first with words and then with actions, one of the hands that had been supporting her lower back slid across her butt cheek to the top of her thigh, softly pulling the lonely fabric of her kimono, as if he was unwrapping a present. “Does she have a fever?”

Hinata wanted to rub her thighs together to relieve the ache between them, and Neji must have felt the pressure of her muscles squeezing his neck, because he pushed the last bit of silk off, exposing her lovekissed inner thigh and her expecting weeping core.

His breath hitched, and she could see the tip of his tongue between his teeth as he looked at her pussy as if it was the most fascinating thing he had ever seen.

“Anata” she breathed, “please...”

Without looking at her, his hand slid inwards from where it was resting on her top of her naked thigh, carefully, with his thumb, Neji separated her labia and Hinata trembled, goosebumps spreading across her skin as his grip from her lower back moved to hold her hip in place as he continued his exploration, spreading her moisture down to her opening, an up around her pulsing bundling of nerves.

“Oh, no, no, don’t t-tea-” she protested as he continued to massage her but refused to touch her where she needed him the most, “ ah Neji...”

“What?” he asked, finally looking at her and revelling to Hinata with his tortured expression how teasing her was taking the toll on him too, she wanted to reach down and discover for herself how much. She loved how dominating he could be, but it could also be frustrating when he got in one of those moods.

Neji sighed and pillowed his head on her thigh, threads of chestnut hair falling on his eyes, clearly amused by her flushed cheeks and obvious impatience “do you want something, Hinata-sama?”

And then, holding her gaze and with a small smile playing in his lips, he flicked her clit for the first time, finally.

How Hinata didn’t come instantly was a mystery to her.

She squeezed her eyes shut, enduring the violent waves of pleasure as he kept moving his finger in the pattern he found out wouldn’t get her there too fast, but would rend her completely defenceless against his power over her.

“Ahhh” she panted, that was torture, absolute torture, she wanted to cry she wanted to push him to the floor and ride him all night, she wanted-

Suddenly, Hinata found herself pressed against a wall, her husband using his free hand to push the silk away from her other thigh as he opened her legs wider and kissed her feverish skin of her inner thigh. She threaded her hands in his hair, pulling off his headband, uncovering the birdcage seal, something that caused so much pain, for so many years, she never thought that seeing it up-close would one day take such an erotic meaning.

She wanted to kiss it, to kiss him, desperately, but he did it first.

Hinata cried out as he sucked her clit into his mouth, his thumb intruding into her opening in tandem and curling up, it was overkill and she trashed on his shoulders, spilling wetness down his chin and neck, but he didn’t stop. He took his thumb out with a little struggle to not hurt her as her walls spasmed and when she was starting to calm the contractions, he fucked her with his tongue instead. Hinata choked, her legs shaking uncontrollably, heels hitting his back making Neji chuckle against her folds.

When she managed to open her eyes again, he was waiting for her, lower face moist with her juices, hair mussed, cheeks dusted with red ardour and an arrogant self-satisfied look on his bright white eyes. Hinata sighed lowered one hand from his hair, touching his face softly, he moved his face, eyelids fluttering, following her caress like a kitten, and when her fingers touched his lips, he sucked them in.

Not in a million years Hinata could have guessed that being married to Hyuuga Neji would be like this.

“Bed,” she managed to say finally, “our bed, I... I...”

“Are you sure?” his voice was so smooth, Hinata shivered, her legs squeezing him again, “because I’m still hungry, Hinata-sama, and I could make you come with my tongue again, and again, and again...” He punctuated every ‘again’ with a lick on her still pulsing core and Hinata fussed, desperate.

“No, no, please I want to touch you too, please” she all but sobbed.

He gave her a last lick before wordlessly helping her down, pushing her legs from his shoulders, and sliding her body to the floor where she stood on weak legs and, as usual, almost a head and a half smaller than him.

Hinata grabbed he lapels of his haori and pulled him down for a searing kiss. She could feel now, through his hakama, how hard he was, and was very pleased with herself even thought, to be fair, she didn’t do a lot yet.

She pulled back before he got too much control back, and pulled him by his hand to their canopy wedding bed. Hinata released his hand to climb on the soft beddings, and Neji just followed her, sitting at the edge, waiting. Eyes locked to his, she sat on her calves, oh so properly for a woman who had ruined an heirloom silk kimono by refusing to use underclothes soiling it with cum just to tease her already besotted husband. Hinata took her hands to her obijime, but her husband shook his head.

“Let me,” and he reached forward, Hinata smiled and took her delicate fingers off her obi, choosing to rest her hands around Neji’s neck even if she knew, that he would take forever to unwarp her, that it would be absolute torture, that an entire ocean would be waiting between her legs when he finally slipped the last strip of silk from her body as if he wasn’t desperate to drown again.

Frustrating as it was, because she needed him desperately, it never got old, how reverential he was at each inch of skin revealed, as if he had never seen her before, as if he had never had her before, as if he wouldn’t have her forever.

She shivered when he finally pushed the kimono off her shoulders, covering the absence of fabric with bruising kisses and tried to make her lie down, but Hinata stopped him with one hand on his chest.

“Anata, you’re still dressed,” she reminded him, and he truly seemed surprised when his clouded eyes glanced down, eyebrows knitting as if his genial brain couldn’t fathom the mysterious presence of his three-piece kimono. Hinata giggled and slapped his hands away when he went straight to the front knot of his hakama. “Your haori first, love, I’ll take care of the rest.”

Obediently, he undressed from his upper garment as his wife fumbled roughly with his trousers. Each pull made him harder and when she all but hugged him to reach behind to undo his obi, burying her soft face on the crook of his neck and breathing him in, Neji’s dick twitched, begging for attention.

Tired of waiting, Neji cupped her tight rump and pushed Hinata on the bed, pushing the nagagi off his shoulders himself as she lay there, with a too sweet smile, creamy white skin framed by the endless waves of her midnight hair.

And she was his. Only his.

He had planned to take his time with her, to make her beg, to make her taste at least a little of the insanity she put him through ever since they were barely people. How many nights had he spent as a teenager, trying to go back to hating her, because it hurt less than seeing her bloom into a beautiful woman that would never be his despite been promised to him at birth, all because of a mistake made by other people, mistake that drove him to resent her and push her away dangerously close of vacating the place in her heart that he had always been entitled to.

But he had been wrong.

He didn’t lose her after all.

She would explain to him that too, on their wedding day, he was frightened, and she was so serene, she was so wise, his wife, his Hinata-sama. And she explained to him that his place in her heart would always be his, that she would always be his, they were destined to be one and nothing would ever change that.

So, what was the use of trying to stall the inevitable?

He plunged into her with a guttural moan, she was so wet that no matter how incredibly tight she was, he slid in with ease.

Hinata’s mouth opened agape in a perfect ‘o’, and she spread her legs wider as Neji pulled back and entered her again, now deeper.

“Oh Hinata-sama,” he said like a prayer, head lowering to suck a path of fire down her throat, his hips starting a punishing pace, one hand holding his upper body up while the other grabbed her hand, threading his fingers with hers over her head. His lips sucked under her bouncing breast and then he bit on it, she cried out.

Her free hand grabbed a handful of chestnut hair, pulling hard and Neji moaned in protest, in pleasure too, before dragging his lips to her waiting mouth, letting her suck his tongue like her pussy sucked his throbbing cock viciously. He could feel she was close and he let go of her hand to reach down and flick her clit rendering Hinata into a sobbing mess as her arms flapped around with the aftershocks of her powerful orgasm.

Neji stopped moving, but remained inside of her and her body stopped shaking to become limp and putty under his. He kissed her temple and her eyes, easing her to come back to earth, to come back to him. And then he bit softly at the cartilage of her ear.

“I’m not done with you yet, Hinata-sama.”

She sniffled and blinked her half-moon eyes open to him. Her lips were swollen with kisses, cheeks blotchy, perspiration covered her face, absolutely gorgeous.

“What you need?” She asked in a breathy voice.

“Turn around.”

She swallowed hard, nodding and obeyed. Neji hissed when their movements made his cock slip out of her.

“Not all the way,” he said holding her hip in place. “There,” Neji pulled her hair out of the way and kissed her sweaty temple, “perfect,” he put his tip against her folds and started pushing in again, Hinata squeezed her eyes and he stopped. Neji slid one arm under her head, making it serve both the purpose of pillow and also to force the face to be turned to his. “No, look at me.”

She bit her lower lip but did as told, he pulled her leg up, hooking it backwards around his hip and then, with her eyes locked to his and one of her breasts in his hand, he fucked her, hard.

“Ah ah ahhh” she made as he hammered inside her shaking the entire bed, her juices coating both of them and the sheets as his hips hit hard against her ass, Hinata could feel a new orgasm building up in tiding waves again, the urge to close her eyes and just let the feeling drown her was big, but he told her to look at him so who was she to deny the man that did nothing but love her, protect her, pleasure her?

“Nej-j-j-jiii ahhhhhh,” she barely noticed his husky chuckle as she shook again in a fit of orgasmic spasms, but this time he didn’t stop, as endeared as he was always were at her body’s adorable reactions, he was close too, and as Hinata was forced through a second orgasm, he came spilling inside her with a groan against her ear. Neji held her tightly for a few more moments before his body relaxed and he rolled onto his back.

Hinata took a couple of deep breaths and then turned to cuddle with him.

“Anata?”

“Hn,” he made, his chest heaving.

“Thank you for the date night.”

He responded only with dry chuckle. Hinata smiled satisfied and kissed his jaw before letting her eyes fall shut and following him into slumber.

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I don’t remember if I wrote NejiHina smut before. Mostly because I used to not write porn at all lmao. And now Lene (Cyanis for you) has me bugging her to do a NejiHina smut week, I’ve became a depraved old woman, shame on me!

#nejihina #nejihina week 2023 #nejihina week #neji hyuga #hinata hyuga #my fic #naruto fanfiction

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jenrecs · 2 years ago

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⊹ hello loves! it’s a new month, and a new reading list! below are all my favorite reads from January 2023. some of these do contain mature content, so minors dni.

⊹ check out these awesome fics and give the authors some love by reblogging and/or leaving feedback for them! (.❛ ᴗ ❛.)

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⌜ SEOKJIN ⌟

✦ kept me waiting by @yoongiphoria

↳ established relationship, idol au, smut

it’s not your fault that seokjin looks so good in a suit at namjoon’s wedding…

✦ la douleur exquise by @junqkook

↳ ft. yoongi, soulmate au, angst, smut

la douleur exquise; the heart wrenching pain of wanting someone you can’t have.

⌜ YOONGI ⌟

✦ late night studio by @yoongiphoria

↳ producer au, established relationship, smut

yoongi’s working far too hard in the studio, so you decide to distract him.

✦ la douleur exquise by @junqkook

↳ ft. seokjin, soulmate au, angst, smut

la douleur exquise; the heart wrenching pain of wanting someone you can’t have.

✦ 23:48 by @indgio

↳ established relationship, idol au, fluff

✦ damn the charcuterie board by @bratkook

↳ ft. jimin, smut

a simple night of relaxing with your friends takes a turn when you admit to having to watch a threesome video after a failed date.

✦ your universe by @muniimyg

↳ friends to lovers, college au, social media au, fluff, crack, smut

in which min yoongi refuses to lose you.

⌜ HOSEOK ⌟

✦ i wish it was easy to hate you by @taleasnewastime

↳ fluff

stuck with the guy you wish you could hate, hoseok.

✦ invisible string by @ughcore

↳ ex-friends to ?, fluff, angst

⌜ NAMJOON ⌟

✦ my feet to follow, and my heart to hold by @daechwitatamic

↳ strangers to lovers, roommate au, college au, fluff, angst, smut

you know a lot about the many types of love thanks to kim taehyung. you love him as the only person you see as “family”, you love him as your very best friend, and you love him as the beautiful, funny man he’s become. but when a twist of fate during your senior year has you rooming with his good friend kim namjoon, you just might find that you have plenty left to learn about love.

lesson one: there are such things as a right way and a wrong way to love and to be loved.

⌜ JIMIN ⌟

✦ maybe by @cupofteaguk

↳ fwb au, smut

things you said with too many miles between us.

✦ the one where jimin is not supposed to freak out but he freaks out anyway by @indgio

↳ established relationship, idol au, fluff, mild angst

jimin does not enjoy getting calls that let him know you’re in hospital, even if they give you chocolate pudding.

✦ flirt buddies by @jimilter

↳ frenemies (?) to lovers, college au, fluff

a mean girl pestering you is what it takes for you and jimin to move further with the flirting going on between you two for months now. who would’ve thunk?

✦ damn the charcuterie board by @bratkook

↳ ft. yoongi, smut

a simple night of relaxing with your friends takes a turn when you admit to having to watch a threesome video after a failed date.

⌜ JUNGKOOK ⌟

✦ cold gun by @borathae

↳ established relationship, arranged marriage au, gangster au, smut

“this is the first night where the sex feels real and not like a marital duty.”

✦ the one where jungkook will always protect you, even from the fictional by @indgio

↳ established relationship, fluff

horror movies may scare you, but you have a jungkook-shaped anchor to cling to.

✦ fresh by @idekhowtodothis

↳ established relationship, smut

the sight of jungkook fresh out of the shower is unlike anything else. you can't help the way you begin to grow warm, your body aching for him. it doesn't take long for him to notice your stare, and when he does, you're a goner.

✦ defense mechanism by @yoongiphoria

↳ established relationship, fluff

your love language is not words of affirmation, but that’s not going to stop jeongguk.

#evidently i did not read a lot in january! lol #seokjin x reader #yoongi x reader #hoseok x reader #namjoon x reader #jimin x reader #taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader #bts x reader #reading lists

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jnnul · 2 years ago

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jnnul’s [works in progress]

a/n: this work in progress list is also a work in progress - but everything on here is stuff that ended up surviving the writer’s fallout purge (where i inevitably delete all the documents of fics i no longer have the passion to write). there is a new and updated second version of this masterlist for the newer ideas that i’ve been working on.

ready for love - jeno x fem!reader (ft. tbz’s juyeon) (non-idol au)

sum.: a boy who has never taken a relationship seriously. a girl who is seriously over relationships. when they end up finding each other, will they let their ideas of what a relationship should be like ruin their relationship before it even starts?

word count: 19.5k

release date: tues, nov 21, 2023

tags: slice of life, friends to lovers but also...it’s complicated?, everything is just complicated for no reason in this fic they’re just dramatic af, jaemin and y/n are platonic besties

status: released!

of sword and ink - juyeon x fem!southasian!oc (silla era au)

sum.: where an indian princess is sent to the silla dynasty in order to promote trade through the means of political alliance - marriage. however, the princess soon discovers that the king she is to marry is not like what the stories say he is.

est word count: 30-40k

est release date: may 2024 (or never lol)

tags: dynasty meets the crown meets game of thrones minus the incest, just a lot of politics and a lot of poorly concealed government smacktalk, if i go missing after this one it’s bc i made too many innuendos abt capitalism

status: writing (700 words lmao)

five questions - mark x gn!reader (non-idol au)

sum.: did you know it only takes five questions to find your soulmate?

est word count: 4-5k

release date: wed, june 27, 2023

tags: finance bro mark and y/n, slice of life, mostly fluff, kinda your typical suburban modern day couple, idk they’re just good ppl who experience a slow and sweet romance, oh! and mark sucks at beer pong

status: released!

great teacher y/n - jaehyun x reader (teacher/school au)

sum.: teaching high school kids about physics and mathematics was not your career plan. but turns out the government is serious about collecting their loans and there simply isn’t any way to do that without a job. so when nasa doesn’t work out, you turn to teaching physics at a prestigious academy - copernicus academy. as you navigate between being a good teacher, new friends, and possibly even romance, you realize that sometimes, the unexpected plans are the best ones.

est word count: 11k

est release date: august 2024

tags: still fleshing this one out bois

status: on hiatus

peaches - yang jungwon x reader (neighbor au)

sum.: when you pie your [really-hot] neighbor in the face on accident, you never imagine that you’re gonna have to be wheeling him to the hospital because who the fuck is allergic to peaches? yang jungwon, apparently. but you come to learn that yang jungwon is so much more than his unfortunate allergy to peaches and his pretty face and you’re stuck wondering if falling in love with someone you can’t have is worth it.

word count: 2.9k

release date: june 4, 2024

tags: this one’s sad bois, bullet fic, like ngl, when i was planning this one, i teared up a little bit, sorry in advance tw: major character death, terminal illness, just...not meant for the weak-hearted

status: released!

#jnnul #jnnul's wip masterlist #jeno fic #nct fic #juyeon fic #tbz fic #mark fic #nct 127 fic #jaemin fic #jaehyun fic #nct dream fic #felix fic #skz fic #jungwon fic #sunghoon fic #enhyphen fic #wonwoo fic #svt fic

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im-just-a-br0adway-baby · 1 year ago

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Encantober 2023 Day 28: Moon

Nighttime was Julieta and Pepa’s favorite time of the day to have dates with their husbands, mainly because they had the chance to experience the moonlight together. They have not had a date night together in several years because they were so focused on raising their children. Once their children got a little bit older and were able to take care of themselves better, they decided to plan a double date night together with just the four of them, without having to think about the kids.

When the night came, they decided to have dinner together and go to the park just to soak in the moonlight. Since there was no one there after ten o’clock at night, they sat on the bench together just to stare in awe at the moon that was shining on them like their wedding rings that they still wore every day, even after twenty-five years of marriage.

“I’m still in awe about how that bright moon reminds me of your bright personality,” Felix pointed out.

Pepa snuggled up to her husband’s shoulder. “I could say the same thing about you, mi vida, but the moon could never compare to you.”

Felix and Pepa snuggled into each other’s shoulders as Julieta and Agustin held each other’s hands. “Do you feel the same way?” Agustin asked.

“Of course I do, mi vida; everything about the moon makes me think of you,” Julieta replied.

The two couples continued admiring the moon together until they each looked at each other's eyes and kissed each other. Even though they have been married for over twenty-five years, every kiss they ever shared felt like their first all over again. They never wanted to let go of each other’s lips, like they did when they were first married, and when they first started dating. Nothing like it ever compared.

Julieta and Pepa looked at each other, and then to their husbands. “Hey, Felix?” Pepa asked after a beat of silence.

“Si, Pepa?” Felix responded.

“Do you remember the last time we all did this together, not that long after we found out we were pregnant with Isabela and Dolores, and we thought it was going to be the last time we would ever do this?”

“I remember that. We thought that after the girls were born, we would not have any time to have another date night because the kids would take up most of our time.”

“I remember that too. I remember specifically when both of you hit your second trimester both of you were starting to feel the symptoms kick in and we agreed that a date night would have to wait until the girls were at least old enough to look after themselves and any of their younger siblings,” Agustin explained.

“Do you remember when we first did this not that long after you turned twenty and you were so nervous about it,” Julieta pointed out.

“I was, and I had to go to Felix’s house just to get myself hyped up.”

“It’s a good thing you did, because the date ended up being amazing for the both of us,” Felix pointed out.

“And us too,” Pepa added.

Both couples laughed about the first time they had their moonlight double date together and they laid on each other’s shoulders again. They never thought they would get to have this opportunity ever again. Now that their eldest children were older and able to look after themselves and the younger children, they felt like it was the best decision they ever made for each other. While everyday was magic being together, getting this alone time without the children hit much differently for all four of them.

“Do you think we could do this again sometime? I miss when we did this more often,” Julieta said.

“I would love to do it again, but wouldn’t Isabela, Dolores, and Luisa wonder why they’re babysitting so often?” Agustin asked.

“I don’t think they would. Besides, the three of them are at the age where they understand love a little bit better and why we’d be out together so often,” Pepa answered.

“Maybe we could plan on doing this once a month so they don’t have to stress out so much about babysitting super often,” Felix pointed out.

“That sounds like a better idea. We can get our date nights like we used to, and still have our time with the kids,” said Julieta.

“It’s starting to get late, do you think we should get going?” Agustin asked.

“I think we should, but we should admire the moon one more time before we go,” Felix responded.

Both couples looked at the moon one more time for another several minutes before getting up from the bench and beginning to walk through the park to get back home. The date brought back so many memories for the both of them of when they had their frequent late night dates. Looking at the moon was a memory in itself from when they were younger and filled with more energy. Now that they planned to do the date nights again, it was time to make more memories with each other and the moonlight.

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ramblinganthropologist · 1 year ago

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Writober 2023 10 - Fortune

Summary: Alistair Shepard had to adjust to some weird shit in the hospital after surviving the Citadel. What he didn't expect was his sister and her book of wedding planning. Since when was she a fortune teller?

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You know… he was really starting to get tired of being in a hospital bed.

At least he was being left alone for the moment. Ever since Alistair had come out of his coma, the doctors had been in nearly constantly. Apparently, surviving the Citadel coming down around you amidst the final push against the Reapers interested people.

He couldn’t exactly get out of being in the epicenter, but… they could be a little gentler with the needles.

At least he was free for the moment. His thumb kept rubbing up against the ring Garrus had given him as part of their engagement. The fact it was made of the Normandy was a comfort to him, especially since he wasn’t going back to it ever again.

After all… he was retired now. Papers were in and everything.

“I guess we should start thinking about if we want a wedding or not…” He trailed off. Alistair had done his share of alien studies as part of the Alliance, but those rarely covered marriages among the species for obvious reasons. He was kind of in the dark about what turians did to celebrate their vows, if they had any at all. For all he knew, they just signed some papers and got back to duty.

He wouldn’t mind that – justice of the peace was ok by him.

“Not very romantic, Al.”

A voice hummed in his ear, though the speaker was nowhere to be seen. Alistair scowled, still not used to the fact he was technically subletting his body to somebody else. Well, not somebody – Love was a spirit. So they had never been a person or anything…

Look, it was confusing, ok? He shared head space with a concept that liked The Bachelor.

“We are technically cleaning up after a galaxy wide war, Love.” He sighed. “Plus I don’t know how turians handle marriages, especially if one of the parties isn’t turian. I guess I could ask Anora…”

He trailed off. While he was sure his sister and her family had survived, this was the kind of thing that as awkward to ask. After all, he didn’t really do a lot of bonding with Anora for obvious reasons.

She might not appreciate the call…

“They have a ceremony, don’t worry.”

A new voice drew Alistair’s attention to the door. Bo was there for her daily visit, a book under her arm. She entered the room and took the only chair, the one that had practically be carved out for her she had sat in it so much.

He envied her to look so at ease – he wanted out of the hospital ASAP.

“Do I want to know why you know that?” He shook his head. “Never mind, what’s with the book?”

Bo cracked it open and spread it out on her knees. “It’s the plans for your wedding. I’ve been keeping it since you met Mandibles.”

Alistair’s jaw all but dropped at that. “You what?”

That was nearly 3 years. How had she even thought to start it when he had literally slammed into the turian on the Citadel back in 2183? He knew she could be committed to a bit… but this was just ridiculous.

Maybe it was hypocritical for the guy who literally came back from the dead with a spirit inside him to be a skeptic, but so be it. He had to draw the line somewhere for his own sanity, or everything went out the window.

Bo flipped the pages as she spoke. “I just got a feeling about it is all, so I started writing stuff down. It’s weird, I wrote about the calendar before it even was a thing.”

He shook his head – oww. “So now you’re a fortune teller for my love life?”

“Just a wedding planner.” She flipped another page. “Oh, good news, looks like I planned for the aisle to be accessible in case you’re still in a wheelchair. Nice going, me.”

Ok, now he was calling bullshit. Alistair did his best to lean over so he could try to make out the details of the book. Much to his surprise, it was dated. The one page he was looking at came from 2184, when he was dead.

Al’s alive. Better get back to planning.

Note to self: clearly mark levo and dextro food. Mandibles’ sister has the bad version of the allergy, don’t need to put her in the hospital.

How… would she know about an allergy that Garrus’ sister had. Hell, he had barely spoken to the woman maybe twice since he had started dating the turian. She certainly hadn’t brought up what happened if she ate the wrong food…

Was it just a good guess? Playing the odds, maybe?

“Right, so, thanks to the bet and my winnings in the ring, I have enough saved. You’re not allowed to say no, it’s my present to you.” Bo was still flipping through her notes like this was the most normal thing in the world. “Oh, nice. When I thought about suits, I didn’t mention a binder. Guess that makes things easier.”

…

Nope, he was not going to think too hard about this. His head hurt enough with his amp having to be removed and replaced after what had happened at the Citadel. Pondering too long on her thoughts was dangerous and exhausting.

Would he accept it? Well… he’d probably just ignore it and think she was perceptive.

“Looks like you thought of everything.” He felt a little guilty there – he probably should’ve been the one to plan his own wedding instead of farming it off on his sister. Besides, what if Garrus just wanted a legal ceremony? Would he be comfortable doing things human style?

Man, they probably should’ve both been there for it.

Sensing his anxiety no doubt, Bo closed the book. “Don’t worry, I already ran it past Mandibles. He was a little confused by the human stuff, but you Catholics are confusing regardless. I didn’t put a mass down or anything, you said you haven’t gone to one since you were like 12.”

Yes, and he hadn’t had confession since his confirmation, so taking the Eucharist was a bit beyond him. Besides, did the make a turian version, or was it considered blasphemous? And was it weird for someone resurrected to take the risen lord?

…

This was why he didn’t go to church anymore. It made his head hurt.

“No mass is fine by me, I don’t know any priests who could do it anyway.” He shook his head again. “How did Garrus react to all this?”

Bo shrugged. “He probably thought I was out of my mind, but it’s hard to argue with the data so he’s going along with it.”

Well, at least that made things easier. Alistair was glad he wasn’t forcing his now fiancé into anything he didn’t want to do.

“By the way, here.” Bo drew a tube of green pixie sticks from her pocket and dropped it into his lap. “I get the feeling you’re about to bottom out.”

True to her word, his omni-tool began to beep its familiar sound of low blood sugar. Alistair resisted the urge to shudder as he tore into the pack with his teeth and swallowed it down. After all, he was in the hospital – maybe it was only natural his sugar would drop.

He… was going to go with that.

“Anyway, once that sinks in, I have some notes on food-“

Since there was no way to avoid it, Alistair just nodded and settled in. After all, if she had taken the time to write all this down, it would be rude to ignore her. Some of her ideas were pretty good too, better than anything he would have thought up.

Hooray for wedding planning sisters with strange senses of premonition, he guessed. And he was going to leave it at that, or his battered brain was going to overheat.

…

How had she known he would’ve had top surgery by then, though? Nope… he wasn’t going to dwell on it. Focus on the wedding planning and not the growing sense of unease with the unknown he was welcoming into his life.

Love was giving him practice for that, so maybe he would need to thank the spirit later… much later… after he googled if there was host for turians. Curiosity killed the cat and all that.

#writober 2023 #ramblinganthropologist's writing #Alistair Shepard #Bo Peep Shepard #and Love the spirit

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sunnydaleherald · 1 year ago

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Tuesday, October 3

JOYCE: Buffy? Buffy! Buffy, fight it. You're too good to give in, you can beat this thing. Be strong, baby, ok? (Buffy crying) I know you're afraid. I know the world feels like a hard place sometimes, but you've got people who love you. (tearful) Your dad and I, we have all the faith in the world in you. We'll always be with you. You've got ... a world of strength in your heart. I know you do. You just have to find it again. (whispering) Believe in yourself. BUFFY: You're right. (sad smile) Thank you. Good-bye.

~~Buffy Season 6 Episode #117: "Normal Again"~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

The Conversation Part I (Xander, T, multiple xovers) by madimpossibledreamer

Soul Purpose (Buffy/Angel, G) by abreathofsnowandashes, Kean (abreathofsnowandashes)

Something Clarified (Buffy/Spike, E) by desicat

Husky (Buffy/Spike, M) by Holly

Against All Odds, Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, E) by CheekyKitten

What the Drabble?, Chapter 15 (Buffy/Spike, M) by VeroNyxK84

Autumnal Shorts, Chapter 3 (Buffy/Spike, M) by VeroNyxK84

[Chaptered Fiction]

Goodbye to Everything That I Knew Ch, 1 (Buffy/Spike, M) by My_Barbaric_Yawp

If We Could Freeze Time Ch. 1-3/50 (Buffy/Spike, E) by cosplayermadness

Smoke Gets In Your Eyes Ch 31 (Buffy/Giles, M) by ttfan111robstar1

Post-Grave Ch. 2/9 (Buffy/Giles, unrated) by Skylark62

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melanieratford · 2 years ago

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Am I wrong? Or is it my Aunt?

First of all, I'm gonna give A LOT of context.

My mom brutally abused me from when I was a baby, all the way until the day she passed away back in 2020. Part of this abuse was by destroying the dreams I had of one day getting married and having a beautiful wedding by telling me that it would be about her and what she'd want... Not me and what I'd want. She also drained my grandparents' retirement fund as well as the small "future fund" they set up for me.

When my aunt's step-son got engaged in 2014, my mom made me pay $100 for his fiancé's wedding dress. Less than a month later, she was knocked up and that money was wasted. That November, at a "shotgun" style wedding in my aunt's living room, less than 5 minutes after saying "I do.", he walked up to me and said "We'd pass you the bouquet since you're technically next to get married, but you're too much of a bitch to get married!". His kid was born the day after Christmas, and the marriage was over less than 3 years later. His ex-wife is now with a woman.

Despite the abuse, I actually love my mom... When she got sick, I did my best to take care of her with the help of my grandmother. When she passed away, I was completely catatonic. To the point that I actively overworked myself, almost to death. It also didn't help that my mom passed away the day before the Pandemic was declared. Despite my best efforts to talk to my aunt and grandmother about my mom and what she did to the family, I was never able to actually grieve.... Because my aunt and her step-son were more focused on his 5 year old daughter who was experiencing her first loss. It literally felt like my mom wasn't my mom, and that she was my little cousin's aunt. My aunt's step-son did not bother ever taking his daughter off of my aunt's hands... He didn't do it the day mom passed, and he lectured me and called me names for being upset all the time within the first year. He didn't start being sympathetic towards me until Christmas 2021, when he brought his latest girlfriend over to meet the family for the first time. Even then, I still couldn't talk about my mom and what she did because his daughter would always run into the room and scream at me for saying "bad things" about "her aunt".

Yes, I am well aware that I need extensive therapy...

So, here's where I get to the main part of the story. On May 5th, 2015, at Avengers: Age of Ultron, I met the love of my life. He was one of my best friend's college friends. We became friends and started dating on April 4th, 2016. This man is an absolute saint. He saw me through the worst times in my life and never judged me. He's never pressured me to do anything I didn't want to do. He's patient with me. We play videogames, watch anime, enjoy comics, talk about the most stupid stuff, love Disney, and have very similar styles. This man is my friend first, and my lover second. We even celebrated our first anniversary by going to the theater to watch the live action remake of Beauty and the Beast. I got us rings that say "His Beauty" and "Her Beast" for that event. On May 5th, 2023, we got engaged after we saw Guardians of the Galaxy Volume 3. The proposal was not a surprise. In fact, I helped him pick out my bridal set, and by that point, we had been planning the wedding for about a year. A few months ago, I told my aunt that, since my mom's passing was made to be about my little cousin, I was afraid my wedding would be made to be about her too. She promised me that she wouldn't do it. For weeks, while I tried talking to my aunt about the wedding related stuff that my mom did to me, and how I'm excited that I get to have my way now, my aunt kept saying "Its your wedding, you have what you want!".

Literally the day after I got engaged, my fiancé and I went over to my aunt's house to announce the engagement. Everyone was delighted, but not surprised. We also announced that we don't want to get married until our 10 year anniversary in 2026, that we want a long engagement so that its less stressful, and that my aunt's step-son is not invited to the event. My aunt then started telling my little cousin "M is gonna make you look so beautiful for her wedding!". After a few minutes of her asking me what I'd like kiddo to wear (we're allowing kids over the age of 5 to the event), I said that I want her to wear something nice, maybe a little bit nerdy. I also asked where the money for kiddo's outfit was going to come from and my aunt said "From your wedding savings!".

I was BAFFLED by this idea. We're not having a Flower Girl. Our Wedding Party consists of my best friend, his best friend, my best friend's boyfriend (our Flower Guy, also a longtime friend of mine), and maybe my fiancé's mom. There will be no children part of the wedding party. My Flower Guy is gonna wear Thug Life glasses, throw rose petals from a Spider-Man fanny pack, and dance down the aisle to "Come and Get Your Love" by Redbone. It will be a VERY nerdy event!

So, we tried to steer the conversation to the idea of having an engagement party. At the time, we were on the fence about it. My aunt kept insisting that my fiancé and I pay to have it at a restaurant. We did not like the idea...Then I tried to talk to my family about helping us pay for the wedding. I told them that I don't expect much, I know what my mom did to my grandmother's finances. I'd just like ANY help. We're actively taking steps to keep expenses low. No booze. Less than 60 people total. Tiny wedding party. No Bachelor/Bachelorette parties. We'd like tacos instead of anything fancy at the reception. I'm even going for a black dress instead of a white one! As of right now, I'm the one who has bought the stuff that we do have for it.2 weeks later, on 05/20/23, at our next visit with my aunt and grandmother, we decided to address the issues. We told my aunt that we don't want an engagement party since my fiancé's grandfather (the one he loves very much and is super important to him) has 2 forms of aggressive cancer and is currently immuno-compromised. So, we don't want to have an engagement party so that we can protect him. My aunt gave us A LOT of attitude for this.

Then we tried to tell them that we don't intend to pay for kiddo's outfit, since she's not part of the wedding party... But, my grandmother then piped up with "Let's dress her up like Belle!". I shot that down, but my aunt said something along the lines of "Not THAT princess."... That's not the first princess idea that I've had to shoot down. My grandmother also suggested something Sailor Moon related for kiddo since I love the anime... And I've had to explain that I'd like to be the only one wearing something from that anime at the event (I already have Neo Queen Serenity's tiara for it).So, to keep my fiancé and me calm, I tried to steer the conversation to my weight loss. I've always been small, but between the fat-shaming that my grandfather did to me as a toddler, the fact that my mom weighed 600lbs when she passed away, and the fact that my grandmother occasionally pokes at my legs and calls me "pudgy", I'd like to lose a little weight for the wedding... Its a miracle that I don't have an eating disorder... But, I'm doing a diet of "no soda or fast food on weekdays", and a small workout regimen of "10 crunches and 2 walking laps around the apartment building a day, to start". My grandmother looked at me and said "I won't notice you've lost any weight until you lose 50lbs!". I almost said "50lbs! From where?!"...Needless to say, we ended up leaving that visit extremely angry. But, we needed to vent our frustration before anything got said. So, I waited until Sunday night to say anything to my aunt. I sent my aunt 2 long text messages. I explained that kiddo is not dressing up like ANY princess for my wedding. That she's not a princess that day. That I'd like her to wear a light, flowy, cute little dress with maybe some pink roses on it, cute flat shoes, simple jewelry, and not have any "bling" in her hair. Basically, since we want a garden wedding, we'd like kiddo to wear something that would be appropriate for it. I went on to explain that my fiancé and I are not obligated to pay for her outfit, as she's not part of the wedding party, and that the only constraint on where the clothes come from is "No Temu". (We've heard awful things about that app.) Then I said that, since those are the definitive parameters on kiddo's outfit, I don't wanna hear about it again. It's not her wedding, its my fiancé's and mine. It's not "kiddo's first wedding". Not an excuse to dress her up like a princess. There is nothing in my wedding planning research that dictates that the bride and groom must cater to the whims of anyone, let alone a child who is just a guest. That it would be a different matter entirely if she was my flower girl, but she's not. I went on to state that I don't want kiddo present for the "Wedding Dress Shopping Trip" and that, for my wedding, kiddo isn't special. I also said that, from here on out, when discussing outfits, I'd like to keep the focus on the rest of us.

Well.... My aunt then sent 2 messages to respond. "I can't answer I'm so [angry emoji] right now so don't push so much" and "I can not come you don't have the right to treat everyone else like shit".

I INSTANTLY started crying. This isn't the first time that my aunt has pulled something like this. In fact, I was expecting her to do something like this, I just hoped that she wouldn't. My fiancé and my best friend both told me "Don't grovel. Call her bluff.". So, I sent a text back saying "Fine. Don't come." and then I texted my grandmother and explained that, until further notice, on the days that my fiancé and I would normally visit her, we're just gonna call her. That we're tired of the gaslighting, not being able to breathe (my family smokes very heavily), not being able to get anything done about any of the matters that need to be taken care of, and that we need a break.

Since then, my fiancé told his family about the situation and they're all livid with mine. I've told 2 of my cousins and they're upset with my aunt and willing to stand between her and me if she continues to pull stuff like this. However, 3 days later, after not speaking to my aunt since I said "Fine. Don't come.", my aunt texted me with notifications stating that she's sent me $40 for the wedding... Which has left me feeling paranoid that she's going to use that money against me later. Even worse, I'm wondering if my aunt is going to say "That's just how this family is!" when we see her again at the end of July (we wanna wait until after both my fiance's and my birthdays to visit again)....Everyone I've talked to says that, since I'm the bride, I should be allowed to have what I want. That I'm in the right for putting my foot down and that I did it in a civil manor. However, part of me thinks that my little cousin might have gotten ahold of the phone, read the texts, and threw a fit... I'm also wondering if I overreacted, or if I'm overthinking things....

Am I the asshole here? Or am I in the right?

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