#Best Wedding Dress For Chubby Bride

[munsonownsmyass]

Loving You Easy

Frank Castle x reader

Warnings: Oh, well... Plus size reader, insecurities, kissing. SMUT! oral (f receiving), fingering, bodyworhsip, praise, Frank saying 'Good girl' is a warning in itself, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl tho), creampie, cockwarming if you squint. And a little surprise.

Notes: So... Besides that little cameo in my Billy fic, I've never written for Frank. First full fic for him. Have I nailed his character? Probably not, but I still like what I made. Please be gentle.

And yes... This was super self-indulgent, I'm so sorry 🤣

This is part of the Thirsty for Cox april challenge, where we had to choose a song as inspo for our fic. My song was Loving You Easy by Zach Brown Band.

Words: 3.2 K

It’s the day most girls dream about their whole lives. The day they will go through countless of bad dates and the wrong men for, just to find the one guy that completes them. The one guy she can’t imagine living without.

This was that day. Dressed in white, looking more beautiful than ever. The wedding dress so beautiful it brings tears to your mother’s eyes. The hair and makeup flawless accompanied by a smile that would make even the darkest days brighter.

Unfortunately, this was not your day, but your sisters. While you were stuck somewhere between horrible dates and unfulfilling one-night stands, Jessie had found the love of her life. Matt was perfect. Lawyer, devilishly handsome and so kind and thoughtful.

And you were happy for them, you really were. But you could feel that little pang of jealousy, wishing you could have the same one day. And honestly, you didn’t even care about the big wedding and the whole ‘feeling like a princess’ thing. You just wanted someone to love and who would love you in return.

Sighing heavily, you adjust your dress one more time, looking into the mirror. Not even maid of honor, but that’s okay. Behind you the rest of the bridal party is giggling and having a great time worshipping the bride. Leaving silently, without them noticing, you walk outside to get some air.

“Need a drink?” A gruff voice asks, and you look up into a pair of brown eyes. The guy gives you a sideways smile, holding out his beer.

“What makes you think I’ll share a beer with a stranger?” You question, taking in his features. Dark brown hair, dark stubbles along his chiseled jaw and very kissable lips. Very handsome and definitely the type of guy you’d hit on at a bar. Of course, followed by a rejection, because a guy like that would certainly have someone.

“I’m following you down the aisle in 15 minutes, so we’re hardly strangers, princess.” He smiles, retracting the beer and take a sip, looking out over the beautifully decorated backyard of your parents’ country estate.

“I take it you’re Frank then?” You smile, stepping closer to him. Your eyes meet and he offers the beer once more and this time you take a sip of it.

“Yep. Frank Castle.” He extends his hand, and you shake it, giving him your name in return. For a while you just sit there, passing the bottle back and forth while making small talk, until your mother comes looking for you.

“Oh, Mushy, there you are.” She checks your makeup, visibly frustrated and takes the beer from your hands. “Would it kill you to act a little more ladylike, at least until after the reception?” Your mom walks back in, shouting for you to get ready. Frank gets on his feet, getting ready to go in with you.

“’Mushy?’ That’s not the most flattering nickname, I’ve heard.”

“Ah, well… I’m the chubby black sheep of the family.” You shrug, trying to seem unaffected even though you hate the nickname. Jessie had always been the pretty and skinny one, a real pageant queen kinda beauty, where you were not.

“Those are the best kind of people.” Frank winks at you with a soft smile, before you are both called inside.

The party is at full swing, and everyone is having a great time. Foggy have just given his best man speech, laughing with Matt and Karen, Jessie and the other girls are dancing, while you hide in the corner with a beer. In a glass of course, your mother almost giving you the evil eye when you tried drinking out of the bottle.

“Hiding from your mother?” Frank asks, stopping in front of you. You just nod, patting the chair beside you.

“Yeah, she can be scary.” You laugh as he sits down. Raising your bottle in a silent toast, you both take a drink of your beers. “I’m also hiding from my uncle. He always asks me to dance.”

“You don’t like to dance?” Frank asks with a soft smile.

“No one wants to see this-” you gesture towards your body, “twirl around the dancefloor.” You try to laugh it off, but by Frank’s expression you know he’s not buying it. He’s seeing right through you. He stands up, extending his hand to you.

“Come on, princess. Dance with me.”

“Frank, I…”

“One dance, that’s all I’m askin’.” He doesn’t remove his hand, just steps a little closer, insisting for you to take it.

You’re trying to come up with a polite way to turn him down, when it dawns on you. Here’s a gorgeous man willing to dance with you and you wanna say no? Are you crazy? Just when you take his hand, the band starts playing one of your favorite songs. Leading you out onto the floor, Frank takes a hold of you, swaying you softly to the music.

You make loving you easy

You make loving you all I wanna do

Every little smile, every little touch

Reminds me just how much it all makes

Loving you easy

As Frank swings you out and pull you back in, making you giggle, you notice how your sister is watching you. Hell, a lot of them are. This is why you don’t dance, unwanted attention. But still, you got to admit there’s one upside to it. Frank’s eyes looking into yours, his hand on your waist.

“Everyone is staring.” You whisper, looking to the side where your sister is whispering something to Matt, who only smiles.

“Probably ‘cause you look beautiful.” He muses, giving you another one of his cheeky smiles. Damn, is it even legal to be so handsome? You’re about to make a rebuttal, when Frank speaks. “And I mean it.”

Without warning, he dips you down towards the floor, making you squeal, probably drawing the attention of people around you. But you really don’t care, only focused on Frank.

Bursting through the door to your childhood bedroom, Franks lips never leave yours as his hands run down your body, caressing your soft curves. “Fuck, sweetheart. You’re gorgeous.”

“You’re drunk.” You giggle softly, kissing him passionately. He pins you against the wall, grinding his hard length against your heated core. You reach out for him, idle fingers unbuttoning his shirt. In a frenzy of hungry kisses and touches, your dress and his suit is soon spread all over the floor as you fall onto the bed with Frank on top of you.

Frank kisses his way down your body, licking and nipping at your sensitive skin. When he reaches between your thighs, he places soft kisses before diving in like a man starved. You gasp at the first contact, the feeling of his tongue making you shiver. But he slows down, wanting to take his time with you.

Slowly, he adds a finger, then another, stretching you open. Expertly he licks up your folds and sucking on your clit, leaving you a whimpering mess beneath him. “You taste amazing, princess. Making such pretty noises for me.”

“Fuck… Frank…” His name is barely a whisper, but it’s enough. Frank devours you like a man possessed. He finds that sweet spot in you that makes you see stars. With his name on your lips, you come.

More. You want more. “Please, Frank. Please fuck me.” You beg him, body writhing under his touch, your need for him strong, overwhelming.

On his way up you body, he makes sure to kiss every inch of skin, caress every curve. “So fucking gorgeous.” He mutters under his breath, placing another soft kiss between your breasts before he once again claims your lips.

His cock is at your entrance, begging to enter. He pushes in slowly, making you gasp as his thick length stretch you open. His eyes find yours so he can see your face twist in pleasure as he pushes deeper. As he bottoms out, you both pant in unison, his forehead against yours.

“You feel so good, sweetheart. Shit…” He rolls his hips a few times, fucking you slowly. You whimper softly, wanting nothing more than for him to move faster, harder. You don’t even care who might hear you, lost in the feeling of him, wanting more.

Franks is so lost in you, not wanting this to end. He kisses you hungrily before he snaps his hips harder. As you close your eyes in pleasure, he looks at you. How your face twists in pleasure, how your body move under him with every thrust. You’re so fucking beautiful, and he wants nothing more than to stay like this for hours. Wanting nothing more than to hear you moan his name over and over.

All day you’ve been talking and all day he’s been thinking how your smile was the prettiest he’s seen in a long time and how he wish you could see the beauty in yourself that he could see. He’d only known you for a few hours, but he already knew he’d want more than just today. He’s been burying his feeling for such a long time, but you make him want to live again.

He can feel himself getting closer, so lost in how good you feel, how good you make him feel. He pulls your leg up, pushing deeper, hitting your sweet spot over and over. “I’m close. Please cum for me, baby.” He drives his cock deeper and harder, reveling in the way you moan. “Be a good girl for me and cum.”

His words wash over you, the praise pushing you over the edge. You scream out in pleasure, digging your nails into Franks shoulder. It’s only a few more thrusts before Frank comes, pushing in deep as he empties himself in you.

Frank puts his forehead to yours, both of you breathing heavily as you come down from your highs. You kiss him deeply, holding him close. You can already feel yourself wanting to see Frank again, but you wont get your hopes up. A guy like that is probably swarmed by women, many prettier than you.

You look away, hating your intrusive thoughts. As if he can read your mind, Frank cups your cheek, looking deeply into your eyes as he kiss you passionately. “That was something else, sweetheart.”

“Something good, I hope.” You bite back with a grin, making Frank smile. That damned smile. Fuck, he is a gorgeous man.

“Very good.” He smirks, kissing you softly before pulling out gently. After he helps you clean up, he surprises you by staying. He had his own room, but he lays down beside you, pulling you into his nook. You talk for a bit, about nothing important really, but it’s still one of the best nights of your life.

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When you open your eyes, the sun is so bright it almost hurts. Or maybe it was just your head. You really shouldn’t have drunk all those beers with Frank. Your memory flashes back to the two of you, sitting outside in your parents gazebo with a ton of beers between you, listening to each other’s stories.

You look to the side and your heart drops. The other side of the bed is empty, Frank nowhere to be found. Even his clothes are gone from the floor. So, yet another one-night stand then. You’re starting to get too predicable, and you hate it. With a heavy sigh, you start to get dressed, getting ready for breakfast. There’s a soft knock on your door and you reluctantly open.

To your surprise, you find Frank outside the door, dressed in new clothes and looking ravishing. “Wanted to pick you up for breakfast.”

“Oh, I thought…” You begin, but stop yourself.

“That was I was just gonna up and leave?” He shakes his head, leaning against the doorframe. “That ain’t my style, princess.”

You smile in surprise, walking out the door to follow him downstairs. Many of the guests have stayed over and the venue from last night had been turned into a breakfast buffet. Your parents had spared no expense for this wedding.

“Look, ‘bout last night, I-” Frank begins, but you stop him with a soft hand on his arm. Ever since your dance last night, you had feared this was too good to be true and when he kissed you after a few dances and too many beers, you knew it was probably only the alcohol talking. So it was better for you to stop him, than to be stung by his rejection.

“Frank, you don’t have to say anything. I’ve already heard it all. ‘It was fun, but let’s keep it to one night’, ‘You are cute, but I’m just not ready for a relationship’ or ’It’s not you, it’s me’. It’s okay, I get it.” You put on a fake smile, willing yourself to look into his eyes. “I’m not the kind of girl men wanna date.” You turn, just wanting to get away.

“I was gonna ask if you wanted a coffee when we get back to the city.”

You stop, not even sure you heard him right. Did he really, this gorgeous man, want to see you again? For a date? In broad daylight in the city? You look at him and the expression on your face makes him laugh. Suddenly, you’re speechless. “I don’t drink coffee.”

“Beer and pizza then? I know you like beers.” He closes the distance, smiling as he looks into your eyes. And you just nod, smiling wide, already looking forward to your date.

Two years later

Frank is standing in the kitchen making you breakfast. It had been two years since he met you. The best two years of his life. After Maria and the kids he never thought he could be happy again. Especially with the things he had done, with all the blood he had on his hand and all the lives on his consciousness.

But you had accepted him, accepted every flaw and loved him for the man he was, the man he had been. You never saw all the bad, only saw him. That morning after Matt’s wedding you had chosen him and still to this day, you woke up every morning and still chose him.

Your footsteps sound on the stairs, your sweet yawn filling the air. You had been tired lately, so he just let you sleep in today, wanting to surprise you on your anniversary.

You always complain about how awful you look in the mornings, never believing him when he calls you beautiful. But you are, inside and out, the most beautiful woman. Even with your hair in a messy bun, mouth ajar in a huge yawn as you sit down, his hoodie covering your beautiful curves, he would still say that nothing compares to you.

“Morning, sweetheart.” He says with a smile, pushing your tea over the counter towards you. With a grateful hum, you take a sip of the tea, eyes never leaving him as he continues making breakfast. Putting the utensils down, he fumbles with his phone as walks around the counter and extends his hand to you.

“What?” You ask, but then the music of a familiar song fills the air. Loving you easy, the first song you guys danced to. You don’t even argue, just take his hand and let him swirl you around the kitchen as the pancakes bake on the pan.

As he swings you around the kitchen, you sing along to the song that has become your song. You love mornings like this, thinking life can’t really get any better than this. Frank place soft kisses on your neck, finding that one ticklish spot you have, making you giggle.

But the smell of burned pancake pulls his attention back to the stove, cursing as he throws away the ruined pancakes. With your help, you quickly get the rest of the breakfast ready and fill your plates before sitting down at the table.

“So, what’s our plans today?” You question before taking a bite of your pancakes, moaning over how great they taste.

“Somethin’ that makes you sound like that.” He grins, sipping his coffee as he winks at you. Breaking of a piece of your pancake, you throw it at him.

“Alright, alright.” He huffs, throwing his hands up in defeat. “Dinner at that fancy Italian place, a movie and then back here. I want your wrapped around me all night.”

“That can be arranged.” You grin, biting your bottom lip. He gets up and stops by your side to kiss you, before he walks to a drawer and take out a small gift.

“Here, sweetheart.” He places the gift in front of you and carefully, you start to unwrap it. Inside is a small box. Opening it, you find a small blue dog collar with a shiny little dog tag.

“You said you wanted to expand our little family.” He says softly, pulling his chair closer and sitting down. “We’re going to pick him up tomorrow.”

You throw your arms around him, kissing him hard. You and Frank already had a dog, a beautiful Pitbull rescue named Red (Frank thought he was so clever with that one), but you both loved dogs and knew you wanted more.

“Actually… I was thinking the same thing, when I made your gift.” You say nervously, standing up to get your gift. Frank just laughs, taking the gift from your hands when you return to the table. He tears the paper off, stopping completely when he holds the stick in his hands.

You’ve been so nervous to tell him, so scared of how he would react. You knew losing his kids had been a pain worse than death, not sure if he ever wanted to have a child again.

When he still hasn’t said anything, his eyes still fixed on the positive test, you get anxious. “Frank, please say something.”

Tearing his eyes away from the test, his beautiful brown eyes find yours. You can see the tears threatening to spill. “I… I’m gonna be a dad?”

“Yeah, but… Only if you want to.” You whisper, looking down at your hands fiddling with the hem of your sweatshirt. You feel Franks hands on your face, cupping your cheeks so softly. Bringing your gaze to his, you see the small smile on his face.

“I should have bought a ring instead of a collar.” He laughs, pulling you into a kiss. Wrapping his arms around you, he brings you closer until you sit on his lap. One hand moves from your back onto your belly. Nothing there to feel yet, still the notion makes you warm.

“I love you, Frank.” You kiss him again before snuggling closer to him.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” He whispers into your ear, holding you tight. Things might not always be easy and things were going to change, but one thing that would always remain was your love.

You make loving you easy

you make loving you all I wanna do

Every little smile, every little touch

reminds me just how much it all makes

loving you easy

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𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞

Plot: You are the daughter of Crolys and Rhaenys, and you are supposed to married the prince Daemon, but you're kinda scared because of your body.

Request by: @fezandashgirlfriend

Type: angst/fluff

Warning: Not confident reader

Characters: Daemon Targaryen x Chubby!reader

Numbers of words: 2.7k

When your father told you you were getting married, you were very happy, even if you were intrigued, who could have asked to marry you? However, your mood changed quickly when you knew who you were going to have to marry. Prince Daemon Targaryen, your mother’s cousin. You didn’t see him much because of the tensions in the family, but his actions, what he did, you knew that. Because of this, the prospect of marrying him suddenly seemed less cheerful. But what could you do? you had to accept or your family would be frowned upon so this concluded the marriage. You shared your doubts with your older sister, but she sent them back with a stroke of her hand so you remained silent. According to you, there was another problem, your body, you hated it, people were going to whisper about your physique at the royal court. You were afraid of that because you knew how bad people could be with people who didn’t look like them.

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Unfortunately, the wedding day came too soon for you. Barely a week after your father announced that you were going to have to get married, the wedding took place. Why you? This question went round and round in your head as you flew on your dragon to the Red Keep where you were supposed to get married and where your future husband and your dress were waiting for you. Your dragon lands abruptly on the ground, as if it felt your mixed emotions. You quickly spotted the king moving towards you with a smile on his face. Welcome y/n" he talked you gently when he came to put his hand on your shoulder. King Viserys" you greeted him in return, at best ignoring the looks you felt on your back. He immediately invited you home, you had to prepare for your wedding. Unfortunately for you, you did not see your future husband who must have gone to town for entertainment.

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The day passed quickly as you prepared, helping different maids, you tried several dresses for your wedding. You hated it. All day long it was just that, scrubbing dresses, revisiting dances one last time. So came the fateful day, the morning, you trembled, you had no desire for this marriage. However, your mother quickly made you understand that your opinion served no purpose and helped you to put on your dress while you had tears in your eyes.Your mother accompanied you to the entrance of the room where the ceramics would take place, She left you alone outside as she entered the room. You could hear the noises, the voices inside the room. You knew you couldn’t stay outside forever, so you inspired and you walked into the room where many people were already present. No sooner had you set foot in the room than you felt all eyes turn towards you.

┊

You just kept your head high, staring at an invisible spot behind the head of the king, your future brother-in-law. You reached the table quite quickly and came to sit next to your bride who did not deign to look at you, her gaze was fixed on the dancers. His eyes were glassy, you knew that look, he was still drunk from the night he’d been drinking. You say nothing but quickly, you and your future husband, you were forced to get up to dance the traditional dance of the Targaryens. You danced to perfection but neither he nor you seemed happy. Then, you continued to dance, with your father, your brother, your mother. The afternoon passed quickly and as you were about to sit down at the table, you wondered why Daemon didn’t look happy. Your father had told you that it was he who had asked to marry you, the wedding ceremony ended quickly and concluded on the marriage, you married as the Targaryens have always done, with blood.

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After the ceremony, you and Daemon went up to your room. Daemon turned to you as you sat on the bed and raised your eyes to him, uncertain of what you should do but the man continued to stare at you with an indescribable look and you did not move, only when it is turning away from you do you breathe again. You know what they want us to do" for the first time since you entered the room, Daemon spoke. you shook your head, your mother had already told you about it. He finally got closer to you as you were becoming fearful. But the night that followed erased your fears, and the prince cherished you as best he could, and you did not regret a single moment you spent that night.

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The sun was rising as you woke up surprised to feel an arm around your hips and a warm breath on your neck. Daemon was sleeping against you, he seemed deeply asleep so you did not move, you looked up towards the window where you could observe the sun that sunrise before it came to illuminate you and you dropped a grunt while the light dazzled you. You who thought that the man in your bed was also asleep, you were surprised to hear a little laugh behind you. "I didn’t know you didn’t like the sun," he said, and you could know, without seeing it, that he was smiling and that amused you. "Slept well?" you asked him as you turned to him. " very well, especially after our activities last night" he added looking at you to try to see your reaction, you just stuck your head in your pillow and you mumbled "very funny Daemon" on a tiring tone. You never really liked that kind of joke, but you know you’re gonna have to get used to it.

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As you were chatting, you heard someone knocking on the door but you didn’t answer as daemon grumbled about the fact that he was never left alone. Wait" he yelled at the door as he turned towards you, you raised your head to him "I think it’s my mother’s servant" you said in a complaining voice as the person was knocking on the door again this time Daemon seemed to get angry." I swear the next time you knock on that door, your head will end up on a picket pole and I’d be happy to come and slice it myself!" this time, his threat seemed to have an effect because you heard the person walking away. "What are you going to do today?" you asked him while he was lying next to you. " I don’t know, certainly get myself reprimanded again because I fired that maid because he certainly asked her to come and see us. Also possibly make a flight on Carxes to escape this meeting I’m supposed to have this afternoon with the council." He shighed a mention of his brother and the annoying reunion he was going to try to avoid.

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Thus began your day, Daemon rose at first arguing that if you got up first, he would have no choice but to make you stay in this bed for a few hours to satisfy his needs.You laughed, and, once he was gone, you prepared for your turn, you dressed yourself in a beautiful blue dress before leaving your room to go you don’t know where. Mechanically, you remembered that there was certainly a library in this gigantic dungeon. So you started walking, looking at each room until you met your mother, Rhaenys. "y/n!" you turned around and heard her call you and greeted her with a smile. "Mother, how are you?" you asked her then that she quickly approached you. "It’s okay, you don’t disappoint us." she told you and you understood what she was referring to and you looked down "I hope mother" you told her in a calm voice. Where are you going like this, I thought you would enjoy spending the day with your new husband" she said to you with a smile and you sighed "You know I’m not going to spend my days sticking to Daemon" you added in a boring voice. She laughed softly, "I know, come on, read your books, see you at dinner," she said as she walked away from you and you were headed to the library.

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You were satisfied when you saw the number of books in the library, the room was beautiful. The floor was covered with light brown color, and we could find different places in the room, places to sit, such as chairs or cushions, all this seemed to be a place where you would feel good. So, as you began to read, the hours began to pass and you did not realize that the time of the meal was passing when someone came to interrupt you in your reading, somewhat bored, you looked up at the intruder but smiled when you realized it was just your husband, Daemon. "You missed dinner, your family thought you were with me but they were surprised to see me arrive at the table alone" he explained to you by coming to sit next to you, you just shrugged your shoulders. "It doesn’t matter, and I think that you agree with me, if I tell you that these books are more interesting than the boring and long meals as your brother used to love them," you explain by starting to read again. Daemon took the book from your hands as you let out a complaint of discontent, you got up. "I understood, I’m coming"

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You followed Daemon as he came out of the library, you came to walk beside him and he let a funny remark slip away. "I thought I couldn’t get you to leave your book, tell me, was he more interesting than me?" he asked you with a smile. You smile mischievously, Daemon was going to get caught at his own game, you continued to move forward shaking his head. "Of course, these books are much more interesting and less talkative than you", you said with a neutral face and you had to refrain from laughing when you saw the head he was making." Don’t be shocking Daemon, it was just a joke but you looked for it too" you added and soon the blond-haired man shook his head with a funny look." maybe, but anyway, you answered me. Besides, you have nothing against horses? " You shook your head, these animals were your favorites after the dragons and you quickly learned to ride them when you were young.

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Thus, the days passed, punctuated by horseback rides, boring reunions, dragon rides, books and by the love you had for Daemon, and that suited you. However, there was something that was problematic, not for you, but the more time passed, the more you felt the insightful looks or even, sometimes, horrified of the people of the court. they judged you on your body, on your physique, and even if Daemon had repeatedly told you, during your nights together, that he cherished your body, that he adored it and that you were the most beautiful woman of the seven kingdoms, you could not help feeling ashamed. Sometimes, when you were alone in the common room, you looked at yourself in a mirror and you seemed to have an endless list of defects that were non-existent in you, whether on your physique or on your personality, no part of you was spared by your judgment. The people of the court had begun to make vocal remarks about you when they noticed that nothing happened to them if they spoke too loudly.

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At first, you managed to bear his infamous remarks but the more time passed, the more numerous the remarks were. They were all meaner than the others. Daemon could only notice how something affected you, even if he did not know what caused you so much sadness and tears. You didn’t talk to him about it, maybe he agreed with them and pretended to like you? So the downward spiral began, the more the days passed, the more you hated yourself and your family watched you fall without doing anything, they all seemed lost because they seemed to ignore your ill-being. However, one evening, you found the courage to come and talk about it in Daemon, well, it wasn’t really courage, you just wanted to know if Daemon shared the opinion of the other people of the court. He was already getting ready to sleep when he saw you arrive and, before he could greet you, you asked him the fateful question: "Do you find me ugly?" The man was surprised as he frowned.

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"Why are you asking me that? Would you have gone crazy?" he asked you gently, bewildered. when he saw that you were not answering, he sighed and came to you and took your hands. "No, you are not ugly, you are the most beautiful woman of the seven kingdoms and I love you for that." he gently said to you, guiding you to the bed where you sat down. "Why do you ask me that? please be honest" he asked you in a firm voice, which showed that he required an answer. For nothing" you answered by looking away and suddenly, it seemed that a light bulb had lit up in the brain of Daemon because he seemed to understand where your question came from, however he wanted to know if he was right before going to cut a lot of heads. "Honey, tell me, did the assholes in court dare to make remarks to you?" he asked you in a voice that showed that even if he tried to be calm for you, he was still pissed. You shook your head gently, finally, you dared to tell him.

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It didn’t take much more for the man to come and kiss you gently and he pulled back before looking you in the eye as he spoke angry "I promise they will pay, but, you’re beautiful as you are, don’t let idiots tell you you’re ugly. You’re not, everyone’s beautiful, and even if some think otherwise, know that I love you more than anything." he told you when he came to kiss your forehead. " Now I think you should rest, I’ll go and see those idiots who dare insult you, I promise they won’t see the sun rise again." he was going to get up and leave but you held him by the hand. "Daemon, you can’t kill so many people! Your brother would have you killed if you did that. Don’t kill them, frighten them or make them understand that this was the last warning you gave them," you told him quickly, and the man leaned back to you and kissed you." You’re too nice y/n but if that’s what you want, then I’ll do that. and I will come back here to make you understand that you are the most beautiful and honorable woman of the seven kingdoms." He told you before he left quickly, slamming the door behind him.

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The men who had attacked you were quickly threatened by Daemon and their cries echoed in the dungeon and you were surprised to see Daemon come back with blood on his clothes. What did I tell you?" You got up to go check that nothing was happening to him and while you were examining his face, he gave a laugh "It’s not mine" he said referring to the red color on his clothes, so you pulled back. However, despite his blood-reddened clothes, he did not let you go away from him as he leaned towards you to kiss you.The next night was sweet and pleasant. For a long time no one was heard remarking about you, and, if ever one dared to make one, he mysteriously disappeared the next day. As the years passed, you gave Daemon two children, a daughter and a son who grew up filled and pampered.

End of the story.

Thanks you so much for reading ! i hope you enjoyed this, as i did, have a good end of day !

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Felix x reader

Genre: best friends, wedding au, angst.

Synopsis: Not everything is meant to be. And sometimes, no matter how much you want things to work out, you just have to come to terms with the fact that not everything ends with love confessions and kisses.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: unrequited feelings, longing, kisses, sadness, heartbreak, freckle counting, reader let’s Felix go, insecurity, sad(?) ending.

a/n: I hope you guys like this little story. I wrote it a looong time ago and just changed it around to fit Felix. It’s short, but I’m writing a lot of stories for you all to read, this is just to hold you over for a bit. enjoy! :)

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Today was it, the most important day of your life.

Your gown was lovely, as was the man who held you in his arms. He spun you around, hands wrapped tightly around your dressed up waist. He smiled down at you and lifted his eyebrows when you met his gaze.

Your fingertips traced the edge of his bowtie, but you made sure to quickly straighten it back out, fingers moving nimbly. He clasped your hand with his own, followed by a soft clink that echoed from the sound of your new rings colliding. His ring brushed against yours for a moment, and emotion swelled in your chest. When you looked up, the idiot was grinning at you, those beautiful eyes curving into perfect half moons.

“Hey, you’re crying,” he hummed, releasing your hand to move his finger tips over the tops of your cheeks in an attempt to wipe the tears from your now damp face. “You said you didn’t want to cry today. I hope it’s not about your dress. You look absolutely ravishing, I just can’t look away.” The young man teased, lips curling into a tiny, utterly precious pout.

“Oh stop.” You mumbled with a grin, “I didn’t want to, but I planned on it. Don’t act like you didn’t expect it.” You laughed weakly, then sniffled and tried to hit his shoulder, but he leaned back to avoid you, and so your hand thwacked against his chest.

The action only made him huff and puff playfully, but he grew somber at your blushing face and spoke again. “I hope they’re happy tears. The trip to Paris is looking better by the minute, hm?” You scoffed, smoothed your hands over his shoulders, then rested them on his clothed arms. Truthfully, you couldn’t answer him. It just wouldn’t be right to lie to him on his wedding day.

“I think your wife is waiting for you, Lix.” You motioned towards the beautiful, blushing girl. She went from group to group, leaving delighted smiles on her guests’ faces. Some brides would have been unsettled that their new husband was spending so much time with another girl, but not her. You weren’t a threat to her. 

You never were.

Felix smiled gently, then nodded. You began to pull away, but he pulled you back, hands firm on your waist. “She is. Why don’t you give me once last dance?” He asked, and how could you say no to him?

“Sure.” You agreed almost too quickly, but Felix only grinned.

“You know I love you, right?” You nodded at his words. Of course he loved you; like a sister, like a best friend. You should love him like that, too, but you didn’t. You loved him as something more.

“I’m sorry, just one last time can we—“ you said, sighing, “like when we were kids?” Your voice was a whisper, eyes dropping to your feet as you swayed in the young man’s arms.

His grip tightened around you in silent understanding. “Like when we were kids,” he whispered back, craning his neck so you could cup his cheeks.

Simpler times. Simpler times when you promised you’d marry each other, times when you would spend the entire day trying to count his freckles, giggling and scolding him when you’d mess up because of his squirming. Days when you would run outside, playing together until the sun began to set, until you fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Simpler times, when he was yours.

It felt like only yesterday, when you were 9 years old, holding his chubby cheeks, squeezing them when he’d move too much. Your own eyes would watch his beautiful brown ones, crinkling at the corners in pure, childish joy. Your gaze would scan his cheeks, trying to count each and every dot that dusted his face. “I promise you, Lix, I’m going to find out exactly how many freckles are on your face,” you’d grit out seriously, tongue sticking out of your mouth in focus.

And again, when you were sixteen at school formals. You would sway to the music, his hands on your waist, yours on his shoulders, or vise-versa if he got too nervous to grip onto your curves. Even then you cupped his cheeks, trying and trying to count his freckles. The low lighting and soft sway of your bodies only made it harder. “Stop moving, I’m losing count!” You’d scowl.

He would only laugh or smile, whispering; “Then get closer.” You’d end up too flustered to continue, and of course that meant dancing your feelings away. It was the simpler times you would miss.

And in these final moments, you watched him carefully. You watched the sparkle in his warm, brown eyes and the way they slid smoothly across your face, as though all was right in the world.

You watched as he scrunched up his whole face when he said something ridiculous, and how he smiled brightly at you as he rambled and babbled the minutes away. But then, seemingly out of the blue, he was perfectly silent. His eyes, content and full of love—for you, now for another—met yours in a quiet promise.

This was it. His wedding day. And here you were, holding his face once last time, scanning his delicate features, memorizing them more then you already had, if at all possible.

His couldn’t help but chuckle as he watched you, his best friend, his soulmate of sorts. “Still haven’t figured it out yet?” He teased you quietly, fondness lacing his voice.

“I would’ve had it figured out already, but you never stay still.” You mirrored his grin, eyes darting around his face, finding each tiny freckle.

“Come on! It’s your last chance, nobody’s given me an exact number yet. I want you to be the first.” He smiled cheekily.

People say that everything happens for a reason. They say that your life is already mapped out, that the path to the one you’re meant to be with is already carved in stone. And yet all you could think of was the fact that you didn’t want to follow your path, not if Felix wasn’t the one waiting for you on the other side.

Thats why you had to leave, too. Thats why you had to go away, to let the past go. To let the the little girl inside of you finally find a new love.

As the song came to an end, he pecked your cheek, washing away the thoughts from behind your clouded eyes. Felix squeezed your hand lovingly, just one last time. “Have fun in Paris.”

You smiled and gave him a small shrug as his hands fell from your waist. You tried not to react, but the loss of his touch left you shivering. “Have fun in Italy,” you said, biting back even more tears.

As he moved away, you called out to him, unable to look away from stars in his eyes and the galaxy on his cheeks. “Oh, and Lix, you have 108 freckles.”

Felix stared at you for a fleeting moment, before a small smile graced his features. His finger lifted to his lips; a shushing motion. “It’ll be our little secret, then.” He winked, then threw away the invisible key. What a weirdo. Your weirdo, now her weirdo.

Felix gave you one final look, one final look that said everything words could not; ‘I see you, and I love you. Please don’t leave. I still need you, you’re my best friend.’

You watched as he shuffled over to his wife and led her to the dance floor. He pulled her into a loving kiss and gave her a look that he had never given you, the same look that you had dreamt of receiving a thousand times. Felix watched her like she was the most important thing in the world, like she was a shining star or an angel, like she was delicate and precious. Like she was his lifeline.

He looked at her the way you looked at him.

Planning weddings usually brought you joy, such joy. This was the only one that brought you something more than happiness and relief. It brought you pain and regret, too. But Felix had begged you to plan his wedding, and you had agreed, of course. You had always assumed you would plan Lee Felix’s wedding, but you had always thought that you would be the one he was marrying. That you would be his bride.

You looked back at your finest work as a wedding planner, at your finest work as a best friend. You always wanted the best for Felix, you wanted him to be happy. That would never change.

By the smile on his face, you could tell you had done just that; you had done a good job, you had made him happy. This was your final gift to him, in a way. You got to send him off into his lover’s arms.

You had grown up with Lee Felix. You had watched him grow out of his gaming phase, out of his tiktok phase, out of all his phases. You had watched him grow smarter and stronger. You had watched him grow into the stunning, breathtaking man he is today.

This was the most important day of your life.

Starting today, you had officially stepped down as Felix’s best friend. He had a new one now.

Except this time, he was in love with her, too.

“Goodbye, Felix.” You smiled softly at him, at the man who danced with his new wife, the man who spun his bride in his arms delicately, before pulling her in for a feathery kiss. The man who you had watched fall in love with someone.

Not you, but her.

You watched him, the man you had fallen in love with, the one who got away. Finally, you slipped out of the wedding. Early, too early for a best friend.

You would always love Lee Felix, but now, you needed to find your own path again. Even if Felix wasn’t the one it was leading you to, it was time.

Besides, even if Felix wasn’t the one you were going to marry, he would be there for you as a best friend, and you for him.

Always.

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Dress Style For Chubby Lady

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Dress Style For Chubby Lady

A. Latest Dresses for Chubby Lady – 25 Styles To Get Inspired

According to statistics, an average of 68% of women fall into the plus size category and face challenges when buying clothes! In countries like India, it is common for women to consider their appearance due to the lack of confidence and the lack of suitable clothing options. Fortunately, this is a thing of the past! Today, the dress segment for fat women is growing well in the fashion market. If you have a body taller than the average figure of an Indian and are struggling to find the right clothes, we guarantee that this is the right place! The article has an incredible collection of different types of dresses tailored for plump and curvy bodies that include underwear and warm clothing. Ready for a makeover? Then scroll down to get inspired!

Here are some options suitable for fat women to keep them looking and being worn.

1. Designer dresses for large sizes

When it comes to wearing dresses, there are a variety of silhouettes that you can try on, such as: B. this draped shoulder dress. The outfit is made of a light nude pink fabric with ornate details on the front. Choosing this style will allow you to cover your waist and heavy chest while placing your arms and shoulders in the spotlight.

Occasion: prom nights, social gatherings

Style tip: pin your hair up in a beautiful French bun to look graceful.

2. Wedding dress

Looking for a dream wedding dress for your body? If you’re still following traditional A-lines, it’s time to try this fish dress. The structured silhouette is perfectly adjusted for an appearance that embraces the figure. It is ideal for women with hourglass figurines and the clever construction of this piece hides your body and makes you look toned.

Occasion: Christian Weddings

Style tip: opt for curly locks with diamond jewelry.

3. Beach dresses

If you are worried about wearing a bikini on the beach, you can try this glamor dress. With the airy fabric, you can play and have fun in the water without looking too heavy. With ties you can easily remove the dress at any time. You can try funky prints in bright colors to bring out the coastal climate.

Occasion: Beachwear

Style tip: wear a straw hat with a pair of slippers to look stylish.

4. One-piece dress

If you can’t love your own body, who else? So, don’t leave the opportunity to reveal your best side by choosing a one-piece suit. The asymmetrical hem with split neckline is exactly what you need to show your confidence. You can try it on the beach, at pool parties or even while hugging your partner.

Occasion: pools, intimate moments

Style tip: make beach curls to show your sensuality.

5. Party dress

When you’re ready for the party like never before, don’t let the dress get in the way! Instead of these boring and crowded dresses, choose something comfortable and sassy at the same time. Here is a knee-length prom dress designed with delicate black lace. The off-the-shoulder neckline with short sleeves highlights its upper part, while the masonry belt gives it a beautiful shape.

Occasion: cocktails

Style tip: wear chandelier earrings and high heels to complete your look.

6. Cigarette pants

Now you can try the retro look with a pair of cigarette pants. Well-made pants can display and accentuate the big curves. Medium-waisted pants give your waist a slimmer look and improve shape. If you choose dark tones and bold prints, you can experiment with how they look. Pair it with a cute top and you’re ready to rock the world.

Occasion: casual outings, office clothes on Friday

Style tip: wear this outfit with a pair of high heels for a ramp-ready look.

7. Wide leg pants

Just because you’re fat doesn’t mean you can’t wear baggy pants. They are very comfortable and designed to hide those big thighs. You can combine it with different tops that are preferably tight to show an airy look. The wide leg creates a balanced look and even makes you look structured.

Occasion: trips, excursions and Sunday brunch

Style tip: wear a tight sleeveless top in a contrasting color.

8. Sweatshirt dress

Sweater dresses are a must in the winter. They hug your body, beautify your curves and keep you warm in season. Instead of choosing a thick woolen fabric, keep it light and elegant. Choose a combination of light and dark colors to hide your bulky waist. Wear the right lingerie under this dress to look beautiful.

Occasion: night trips, shopping trips

Style tip: wear with thin leggings to highlight those beautiful legs.

9. Lace overalls

You will be warm, but still subtle with this lace jumpsuit that will give you a beautiful hide and seek effect. This is great for a date night and will make you feel like an elf in disguise. Black and white are the most popular jumpsuit options and can be worn day or night just by changing your style. Combine it with pants and girls, you’re sure to attract attention.

Occasion: appointments, weekend parties

Style tip: wear a gorgeous sequined blazer to rock at the disco party!

10. Cold shoulders

If you have those shoulders, you will show off! Cold shoulders are the latest trend in large sizes. They’re cool, chic and look great on broad shoulders. It offers the right coverage for your heavy neckline, but makes you want to show off some skin. There are several options to choose from, including tops and dresses that reveal different areas of your arms. Try to woo the crowd!

Occasion: evening parties, social gatherings

Style tip: choose a long layered necklace in this dress for a fantastic look.

11. Tight pants and jeans

If you can’t find tight fitting pants, tailor them, but try to use only darker colors. Straight leg jeans look great on all body types. Avoid talented pants like the bell bottom, which can add unnecessary volume to your body. Use a belly shaper on the inside and a printed T-shirt on the outside for that cool girl look.

Occasion: casual trips, colleges and shopping trips

Style tip: use brightly colored pumps to highlight your lower body.

12. Shapely T-shirts

For body types with pears and apples, it is always advisable to pay attention to the shoulders, arms and chest. So instead of tight T-shirts, wear one with a few cuts so that the shape of your upper body looks attractive and your focus is shifted from your lower body. Here is such a chic top in zebra stripes with shoulder freedom on one side.

Occasion: weekend brunch, occasional excursions

Style tip: use with dark jeans to define these curves.

13. Complete cardigans

Adding a wool coat to your wardrobe serves many purposes. You can use it to layer your clothes or to keep warm in the coldest weather. These clothes hide the width of your body and make you look smaller. Also, choose to shrug your shoulders that are open at the front and have no buttons to prevent this clogging sensation. Asymmetrical shrugging looks comfortable on large women compared to coats of uniform length.

Occasion: work clothes, leisure travel

Style tip: add a statement necklace under an open wool coat for the feminine glam look.

14. Try to lower your neck

No, dear ones, we want you to be openly exposed, but a little glimpse of the perfect neckline of a flat or buttoned shirt never hurts. The collar bones also look great with a drooping neck and are a great distraction to distract attention from other parts of the body. Avoid using boat necks as they emphasize width and choose the right neckline for your body type instead.

Occasion: casual, daily use

Style tip: equip a simple top with modern jewelry.

15. Medium length skirts / dresses

If you have bigger thighs, choose knee length skirts instead of miniskirts. This is the area where your leg width is minimal. This really helps to disguise the thighs and draws attention to the relatively thinner areas of the legs. When choosing your dress, choose a medium or high waist to cover your belly. Invest in a good pair of shoes to stay sophisticated.

Occasion: office attire, formal meetings

Style tip: wear a striped shirt vertically and tuck inside.

16. Simple tops for heavy bust

If you have a heavier chest and want to divert your attention from it, wear loose clothing, no frills and embellishments. The rule of thumb is to keep your chest line free of weight and stay as organized as possible. Wear funky pants, patterned leggings, and boots to draw attention to your relatively thinner waist, hips, and legs.

Occasion: evening parties, evening events

Style tip: shoes play an important role in these clothes. So make sure you’re doing everything right.

17. Twisted front dress

As the name suggests, this dress has a pre-sewn twisted knot on the front for a more tight-fitting dress. It also makes your belly look flattered, as layers of fabric in the front act like good camouflage. This is a good strategy, especially when looking for suitable clothing for women on the positive side.

Occasion: appointments, evening parties

Style tip: opt for an elegant hairstyle that matches the theme of the outfit.

18. Empire waist dress

This type of waist hides the bulge in your belly and makes you look smaller than you really are. Just follow the knee length rule. These dresses emphasize the chest region. A great choice for apple and pear shaped body types. The maximum fit / tailoring of such dresses is below the chest and not at the actual waist. Choose an outfit with darker colors for a more elegant illusory feel.

Occasion: Cocktails

Style tip: drop the necklace and wear stylish earrings.

19. Maxi dresses

These dresses are just above the ankle and below the knee. In general, they have a fit that is neither fair nor too wide. You can add a little definition at the waist by adding a belt. Alternatively, a deep neckline would draw attention to your neck and divert attention from your waist, hips and thighs. Make sure to choose a fabric like georgette or chiffon.

Occasion: meetings, romantic dinners

Style tip: wear a pair of high heels to look tall and be safe.

20. Dark tones of the pants

If you have thick hips and a tight waist, it is better to choose darker pants with a regular cut, rather than a narrow fit. Also, choose a normal waist instead of low-waist pants. Dark colors tend to hide the heavy buttocks and thigh areas. Also use a darker belt to keep your focus on your upper body while keeping your bottom half looking smooth. You can wear a lighter shirt / top, in pastel or neon colors.

Occasion: office and formal meetings

Style tip: invest in a blazer to match those pants.

21. Choose your standards wisely

Floral print dresses are great for spring and tall women. Choosing the right background color and print size is very important to get the look you want. If you particularly like big flowers, keep the dress short. For maxis, choose small prints for a beautiful look.

Occasion: day trips, casual clothes

Style tip: get the vintage vibe by choosing hair combed to the side with a flower.

22. Vertical stripes

If you are a fan of striped dresses / formal shirts, opt for vertical or diagonal stripes instead of horizontal stripes. Vertical stripes create the illusion of a thinner and taller body. Using horizontal stripes would expand your appearance and make you look robust. This trick can be used when buying shirts, tops, pants, as well as one-piece dresses. Combine it with a solid top or a T-shirt for an elegant look.

Occasion: casual outings, college outfits

Style tip: if you have chosen tight-fitting leggings, wear them with a plain ruffled blouse.

23. Fabric gathered at the waist

If you are a fan of striped dresses / formal shirts, opt for vertical or diagonal stripes instead of horizontal stripes. Vertical stripes create the illusion of a thinner and taller body. Using horizontal stripes would expand your appearance and make you look robust. This trick can be used when buying shirts, tops, pants, as well as one-piece dresses. Combine it with a solid top or a T-shirt for an elegant look.

Occasion: casual outings, college outfits

Style tip: if you have chosen tight-fitting leggings, wear them with a plain ruffled blouse.

24. Baggy shirts

It looks cool with dark pants, jeans and skater skirts. Tight clothes can accentuate your sagging, which is unattractive. You definitely don’t want to show off your love handles, do you? A wide shirt, on the other hand, looks more comfortable for large women. However, make sure you choose the right size for the desired amount of fabric that will flow through your body.

Occasion: occasional travel

Style tip: Avoid wearing flashy accessories around the neckline, as this can add weight.

25. What kind of dresses are suitable for plus size women?

The first step in choosing a suitable dress is to identify your body type and the areas where fat deposits are high. By following these simple tricks, you can hide unwanted parts of your body and get a flattering figure:

Choose dark colors like black, navy blue and dark brown that will make the body thinner.

Dark, pre-washed jeans look amazing on your characters. Opt for adjustments that involve the figure and choose a medium increase for comfort and style.

Maxi dresses are another great option to try. Try to choose a flowing fabric that gives you a more elegant look and play with the patterns to trick the eyes.

A-line skirts and dresses are your new best friends and will never fail you. They balance your body proportions and define your curves.

Dressed dresses and tunics are particularly recommended for large women, as they create an hourglass-like figure by lowering the waist.

Comfortable and stylish dresses for trendy fat women

26. Style tips for big women

Continuing the section above, we will also discuss some style tips that will take your clothing game to the next level:

Always try on the dress before taking it home. Make sure that the fit is correct and that there are no spills. Invest in a good lingerie that creates an abdominoplasty effect. These clothes also give your breasts good support and glorify your body. For a look that matches, use a belt that is not too wide. You can opt for adjustable models that adapt to all sizes. When printing, choose vertical lines that will make you look taller and slimmer than your real figure. Pay attention to the proportions of your body and do not hesitate to highlight the line of the chest, legs and arms.

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Slow Burn [Epilogue][Hangman x Reader]

Summary: A one night stand with Hangman disrupts the fresh start you were looking for when moving to San Diego. The unexpected pregnancy forces you two to move fast, and brings with it some hurdles along the way as you and Jake learn how to live with each other. As the months go by, you slowly get to know the real Jake, but when old flames reappear and work obstacles threaten to topple everything, your relationship is put to the test. 

WC: 1.6K

Warnings: Cursing, no use of Y/N, wedding!

Full series masterlist here

A/N: Thank you SO much to everyone who read/interacted with this series. I had the absolute best time writing it. I'm going to miss Kate and Jake! I have another potential TGM fic idea, so keep an eye out!

“Are you ready?”

You looked up to see Bob standing in the doorway in his tux, hair perfectly smoothed back, and you smiled. 

“You look beautiful,” he whispered as you stood up, smoothing the white dress under your fingertips. 

“Let’s get this show on the road,” you said, taking his hand. He led you out into the hallway and down the stairs and you peeked through the double doors out into the courtyard to see everyone sitting in their chairs. 

You spotted Lucy standing near the officiant, and Jake on the other side in his tux, a look of nervousness etched over his face. Rooster clapped his shoulder with a smile, and your daughter stood at her father’s feet in a tiny little white  flower girl dress, her brown hair piled in curls on her head. The three-year-old laughed and reached out her arms and Jake lifted her up, settling her on his hip. 

Bob turned to you. “Ready when you are.”

You smiled and nodded at the wedding planner, who cued the music and opened the double doors, everyone rising out of their seat. As you stepped into the aisle, you saw a tear slide down Jake’s cheek, watched as your daughter pushed it away with her chubby fingers. 

Bob kissed your cheek at the end of the aisle. You smiled and kissed your daughter’s head before Jake handed her off to Bob, who took a seat in the front row, Lucinda nestled on his lap. 

Jake took your hands in his and you smiled up at him, the sun dipping below the horizon behind him. He looked just as gorgeous as the day you had met him. As handsome as the day Lucinda was born and he told you he loved you for the first time. Just as ridiculously beautiful as the day he had asked you to marry him, in the living room of the house that you two shared, on Christmas morning. 

“Jake, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do.” 

“And Kate, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?” 

You smiled. “I do.” 

“You may kiss the bride.”

Jake grinned and stepped forward, grabbing your face in his hands as he kissed you. There was an eruption of cheering as he slid his hand down to your waist, dipping you low and the cheering volume increased as you smiled against Jake’s lips. 

Lucinda sat perched on your lap, gnawing at a breadstick. Rooster and Jake were making the rounds at the different tables and the band had started to play. Beside you, Lucy sat chatting to Bob. Under the glow of the string lights in the tent, you watched everyone in your lives mingle and drink and laugh. Everyone said planning a wedding is stressful and they didn’t lie. There were nights where you were sitting up at the kitchen table pouring over spreadsheets, a cup of coffee growing cold beside you. And Jake would come in, press his hands to your shoulders, remind you it was just a party, and to not get too stressed out. But you didn’t heed his warning and you were glad, in the end. It turned out perfect. 

“It’s now time for the couple’s first dance,” the singer said into the microphone and you spotted Jake across the room. Lucinda crawled into Lucy’s lap, and you stood up, meeting Jake on the middle of the black and white paneled dance floor. 

He swished you around the dance floor in perfect form, and you threw your head back in laughter. Three months before the wedding you had woken him up in a panic. 

“Jake, Jake, get up!”

“What?” he shot up to a seated position, eyes wide. He was halfway out of the room to check on Lucinda before you called out to him. 

“We need dance lessons!”

“What?” he stopped in his tracks, turning to you and laughing. “Are you kidding me? You woke me up to talk about dance lessons? I thought there was a fucking intruder in our daughter’s room.” 

You shrugged and he climbed back into the bed. “I don’t want to embarrass ourselves out there.” 

“You know I can dance, right?” he asked and you looked up in shock. 

Jake was an excellent dancer. He had apparently been a cotillion date five times over, but he still agreed to go to lessons, for your sake. 

The song ended and Jake dipped you into another kiss. 

“Now for the father-daughter dance,” the singer announced and you gave Jake a panicked look. You had explicitly asked the wedding planner to have the band skip the father-daughter and mother-son dances. You didn’t have any family around to dance with. 

Jake nodded quickly and stepped toward the band, and you started to move off the dance floor when Rooster appeared at your side, holding out his hand. “May I have this dance?” he asked, his mustache twitching in a smile and you breathed out a sigh of relief, letting him lead you back to the center of the dance floor. 

You rested your head on Bradley’s chest as he wrapped his arms around you and swayed gently. When you looked up at him, he smiled. “Thank you,” you whispered. He nodded. It was unspoken: you needed each other. You were each other’s family now. 

You leaned back against Bradley, letting the music swell, until you felt him pull away and you opened your eyes. 

Mr. Seresin stood next to Rooster, wearing a tux. He tapped Rooster’s shoulder. “Do you mind if I cut in?” he asked. 

Bradley looked at you, still holding your hands tightly, his eyes searching you for response. “It’s up to Kate,” he said softly. 

You squeezed Bradley’s hands and nodded. “It’s OK,” you whispered and he gave you a tight smile, dropping your hands softly. You smiled at Mr. Seresin and he held out a hand and you took it. His large arm came down around your waist. Just like his son, he was a talented dancer. 

You spotted Jake out of the corner of your eye, staring hard, his face unreadable. You were the one who had insisted on inviting his parents. They had a strained relationship, ever since Lucinda had been born, but you knew deep down that it wasn’t fair to your daughter to not have her grandparents in her life if they were willing to be. 

“Thank you for inviting us,” he said, finally, and you looked up. He was tall, taller than Jake and even Bradley, but with the same features of his son, just dusted with age. A few more wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, gray hair peppering through his neat locks. He held himself with the stance of a Navy man, and you could feel the coldness of his Naval Academy ring against your bare back in your slip-style wedding dress. 

“How did you know it was me?” you asked and he chuckled, the first time you heard anything of the sort from the man. 

“I know my son,” he said quietly. “He’s difficult to forgive and impossible when it comes to forgetting.”

“You’re his parents,” you said. “You should be here.” 

The song started to wind down and you pulled back, just enough to look up at him. 

“I want my daughter to know her grandparents,” you said. 

He nodded and to your surprise, you watched a tear slip out of the corner of his eye. “I want that, too,” he said, his gruff voice soft. “Very much so.”

The song ended and you stopped swaying, Mr. Seresin’s arm still wrapped around you. To your surprise, and his, you reached up and pressed a kiss to his cheek, felt his hand press tightly across your back. 

Later, you sat down at the head table, peeling off your stilettos, and Lucy plopped down next to you. 

“Ready for the bouquet toss?” you asked and she grinned back. 

“Kate?”

“Yeah?”

“I wanted to tell you earlier, but I didn’t want to spoil anything,” she said and you tilted your head to the side. “Bradley asked me to marry him two weeks ago.” 

You yelped and pulled her into a hug, accidentally squishing her updo as you crushed her into you. “Oh my God I can’t believe you kept this from me for two weeks!” 

She smiled. “I didn’t want to make it about me!” she said. 

“Show me the ring, immediately!” you demanded and she nodded, pulling open her clutch and digging an oval solitaire out of the side pocket, slipping it on her left hand. 

She waved Rooster and Jake over from where they were huddled at a table with other Top Gun aviators. 

You flagged down a waitress and asked for a round of champagne. When she returned, you held up your glass. Lucy and Rooster faced each other, smiling wide. Bob held up a glass, Phoenix next to him in a beautiful red satin dress. Jake kissed your temple, Lucinda in his arms, hugging him like a koala. 

Raising a glass, you looked around and smiled. “To Lucy and Bradley. We love you so much.” 

“And to Jake and Kate and baby Luce,” Rooster added. “The best family I know.” 

As you all clinked glasses, you caught Jake’s eye. He winked and gave you a grin, and you felt a familiar warmth spread from your chest throughout your body. 

He had turned out to be so much better than you could have ever expected.

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[bitch-for-bo]

Forever (Kageyama x chubby reader) (possessive Kageyama)

POST TIMESKIP

Kageyama is possessive. Rightfully so though, every where you went you attracted, no, demanded attention. You were beautiful, inside and out. And many days Kageyama wondered just how he was lucky enough to have been the one to catch your attention. You were his world, his angel, and whenever someone else tried to entertain the thought of being with you, he wasn't happy.

So sometimes he needed to show you that he belonged to you, and that you belonged to him.

ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS ALLOWED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You watched as his chest rose and fell steadily with exertion. The sweat on his forehead was clearly visible and you could tell that his body was beginning to grow exhausted. You loved seeing this, everything about him when he was like this oozed power, from the way he stood, with his feet planted firmly with his muscular arms extended above him, to the look of overwhelming concentration on his face.

Your fiancé only got like this when he was playing volleyball, or when he was making love to you. It wasn’t something that he allowed others to see, saving it exclusively for his volleyball team and his loving partner. No one else got to see him like this because while it was when he was most concentrated, it was also when he was most vulnerable. When he played volleyball, he wore his feelings on his sleeve. It was as if he was trying so hard to control his physical state, that his emotions were left completely exposed.

Most days, this kind of passion on his face and in his movements, had the ability to take your breath away, and today was no different. The way that he practically glided across the court reminded you of a panther. You looked away, you could feel your body heating up as you watched Tobio play and the last thing you needed was to get aroused. You were here today to watch his practice and be a supportive girlfriend, nothing more nothing less.

Of course, the only person on the all-Japan team that knew you were Tobio’s partner, was Hinata, Kageyama’s volleyball partner and best friend (Besides you of course). Seeing as they were best friends, Tobio hadn’t been able to keep you a secret for very long. It had only been a month into the two of you dating when Hinata had finally figured it out, and you reckoned that you would’ve been found out slightly faster if it was anyone other than Hinata.

Seeing as only Hinata knew, Tobio had asked you to keep the PDA to a minimum. It’s not that he was embarrassed to be with you, very much the opposite. He felt that if his teammates knew of your existence, your beauty and naturally charismatic personality would draw them in much closer than he would allow any of them to be. You had decided to oblige because while it was sometimes fun to rile Tobio up, you really didn’t want to deal with his possessive side at the moment.

As soon as you had calmed down slightly, you looked back to the court to find that all of the players were now laying on the gym floor stretching. You decided that it would probably be okay if you walked down the bleachers and waited near the gym doors, it’s not like you were going to disturb the already-over-practice.

As you walked down the stairs, your eyes caught Hinata’s, who was currently leaning onto Kageyama as he sat on the gym floor, assisting him as he stretched.

“Look! It’s Y/N!” he shouted, one of his hands leaving Kageyama’s back as he reached up and waved to you, a bright smile taking over his face.

You smiled and waved back, hoping that his comment wasn’t loud enough to draw the attention of either the coaches or the other players. You really didn’t need the extra attention or even possibly a scolding.

Down on the court, Kageyama reached up behind him to swat Hinata on the back of the head, causing the redhead to let out a surprised yelp and glare down at his friend.

“Shh,” Kageyama hissed, “I don’t want anyone knowing about my relationship you dumbass.” His voice was hushed yet didn’t lack his usual biting tone.

“Why?” Hinata asked, his curiosity causing him to completely forget about the fact that Kageyama had just hit him. “They would love Y/N!” He beamed.

The first time that Hinata had met you, he could think nothing other than the thought that Kageyama had struck the lottery with you. You were everything that anyone could ever want. You had a sweet, patient personality (necessary to deal with Yama’s awkwardness and mood swings), you were incredibly smart, and to top it all off, you were one of the most gorgeous women that Hinata had ever seen.

Hinata remembered exactly what you were wearing the first time that he’d met you. It was during the summertime, it was actually at the wedding of one of Hinata and Kageyama’s mutual friends. Hinata could remember how Kageyama had reacted when they found out that each quest was encouraged to bring a plus one. He had been shocked that Kageyama had been so calm about the situation, usually, his best friend would freak out at the thought of having to plan out having a guest with him. As soon as Kageyama had simply agreed with the plus-one invitation, Hinata had known something was up, and pretty soon, Kageyama told him about you and told him that he’d be able to meet you at the wedding.

It was a summer wedding and it was outdoors. You had chosen to wear a very simple, light lilac summer dress. You were always careful when you went to weddings to follow the proper etiquette, not wearing a color too close to white, matching the dress with nude heels that were no higher than 2 inches. Unfortunately, you had never been a small woman so even in 2-inch heels you ended up towering over the bride. Luckily, you only saw her when Kageyama went to greet his friend and congratulate him.

It had been almost sunset when Hinata had met you, and with all of the times that he himself had been compared to the sun, he couldn’t help but see you as the purest definition of the star. The way that the orange-pink sky lit up your face as Kageyama introduced you to him, nearly left him breathless. That along with the way that your light, flowy dress hugged and accentuated your breasts and hips, managed to make Hinata develop a blinding crush on you (much to his dismay).

Thankfully, over time, Hinata realized that while you were incredibly beautiful and kind, he saw you as nothing more than a friend as well as the girlfriend of his best friend (although sometimes he would still find himself slightly jealous that Kageyama had managed to snatch you for himself).

Kageyama just pushed Hinata off of him and stood up.

“That’s the problem.” he whisper-shouted at the redhead. He didn’t want any of his teammates to notice you, you were his to view and his only.

“Ahhh…” Hinata nodded, knowing all too well of Kageyama’s possessive tendencies. A smug look came over his face as he hurried to catch up to Kageyama, who was walking towards you on the side of the court. “Your stingy side is showing Kageyama.”

Kageyama just rolled his eyes as he finally came to stand in front of you.

He smiled down at you, a light blush painting his face as he tried to regain his cool. He couldn’t help but get a little starstruck each time he saw you. You were so so stunning that he almost had to pinch himself to remind himself that this wasn’t a dream, that you were really his.

And the same went for you. To you, everything about Tobio was perfect and nothing had more rewarding to you than watching your fiance go from the awkward, stumbling 21-year-old he was when you had met him to the brilliant man that stood before you. Over the last 3 years, you’d had the honor of getting to watch your boyfriend truly flourish.

“Hey,” you said, grinning up at your boyfriend, careful to deny the urge to jump into his arms and hug his sweaty form.

He just grinned right back at you, his blush only growing as he fought his own urges to lean down and take a kiss from you.

“Hey,” he replied, “Thank you for coming, I know it must’ve been boring for you.”

“What?” you scoffed, your eyes widening at the ridiculous statement. “I love watching you play.” The genuine excitement in your voice made Kageyama blush even harder.

“Aww, what about me Y/N don’t tell me you were only focusing on stupid Kageyama!” Hinata whined, slinging one of his arms up and around your shoulders.

“Of course not, you did great Hinata” You complimented, knowing that Hinata was probably the only other player that you could complement without Tobio getting fussy.

Hinata picked your hand up, inspecting your engagement ring.

“Really is a shame you’re wasting your life on this idiot though.” he tutted, before giving you a quick kiss on the side of the head and running back onto the court.

“Ignore him.” Tobio scowled, earning a light giggled from you.

“You know I usually do.” You assured. “So, when will you be home?” you asked quietly, making sure that no one could possibly hear.

“Well I think the team wanted to go out tonight...so…”

You nodded, the whole team had been working so hard lately, they deserved some off time.

“Okay baby,” You smiled, “since you’re going out with friends, I might call my girlfriends up and have a night out myself.”

Kageyama nodded. He loved how easy going you were. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have you.

“Be careful and have fun.”

“You too,” you said. He gave you one last love-filled glance before turning and going back onto the court, probably on his way to the locker rooms.

You turned and left, fishing your phone out to call your friends.

**************************

The music at the club was loud, and the flashing lights were almost intense enough to give you a headache. It was also almost overwhelmingly hot in the club as well, which had led you and your friends to take a break. You all had decided to cool down, so you went and ordered a couple of rounds from the bar.

Seeing as you had been at the club for at least 30 minutes already (and did some pregaming before) you and your friends were a bit more than tipsy. Still, you didn’t have work tomorrow and Kageyama didn’t have practice so both of you were going to be able to sleep in as long as you like.

Right after you had put your order in with the bartender you looked towards the entrance of the club, your jaw hitting the floor in surprise.

“Oh my god…” you gasped, how unlucky was this?

“What?” your friend asked, her eyes trying to follow yours across the club.

“Look” you replied, pointing your finger towards the entrance where nearly all of the all-japan team members stood.

“Damnnn... “your friend gasped, “too bad you have a fiance bitch…”

You scoffed, pushing her into the side of the bar. Your eyes went straight back to the entrance, scanning the men as you looked for a familiar stoic face.

“You idiot! That is my fiance. That’s him and his team!” You couldn’t help but laugh a little at your friend who just gaped at you.

“You never told me he had hot friends! I hate you!”

You just laughed. You really wanted to approach your fiance and greet him, but you also knew that without the distraction of practice, it was more likely for some of his other teammates to see you. So you settled with turning your back to the team, hoping that Hinata hadn’t seen you because you knew that if the rambunctious redhead caught sight of you, he would definitely approach you.

For the next couple of minutes, you tried to form a plan on how you could avoid the team, it was a fairly large club so you were pretty sure that it was possible for both of your groups to co-party without crossing paths.

Little to your knowledge, Hinata had already caught sight of you and snuck away from Kageyama and the team so he could greet you. He would tell Kageyama that you were at the club after he said hi to you, otherwise, Kageyama wouldn't allow him to draw any possible attention to you.

You were still trying to think of all of the possible problems with your plan whenever you felt a strong arm wrap around your shoulders. You quickly turned towards the arm with your fist raised, ready to put a handsy bastard in his place.

“Woah! Hey there!”

“Hinata!” you scowled. As soon as you saw him, all of your hope of having a stress free night disappeared. You wondered how he could be so reckless, how dare he blatantly walk up to you!

“Sorry!” He said smiling, his arm unhooking itself from around your body as he leaned against the bar, trying to kind of block you from the team. Despite what you and Kageyama thought, he wasn’t a complete idiot.

“It’s fine… it’s not like I was going to be able to avoid you anyways..” you sighed, resting your chin against your palm in a pout.

“Wait,” Hinata said, “you already knew that we were here? I thought I was doing you a favor by telling you.”

You smiled at the sweet sentiment, before nodding.

“Yeah, I saw you guys when you came in.”

Hinata nodded. Of course, you had noticed, you never failed to impress him with your observation skills. God knows that if you hadn't had good observation skills, you never would’ve realized that Kageyama was flirting with you when the two of you had met.

The bartender came back and set the screwdriver that you’d ordered in front of you. You nodded in thanks before taking a large sip.

“What’re you gonna do?” He asked, yanking the beverage away from you and stealing a bigger than polite gulp.

“We can avoid each other as long as I and my friends stay at the opposite side of the dancefloor and stuff.” You said, swatting at the back of his head as he went in for another drink.

“Ahh,” he said, taking two more gulps and finishing the drink. “Well, good luck!” He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before walking away from the bar, most likely to go back to his teammates before suspicions rose.

You simply flipped him off as he left, but before you could order a new drink, a new hand wrapped around your arm.

“Hey Y/N let’s go back to dancing!” Your friend said, trying to drag you to the dancefloor. You glanced towards Kageyama’s group, noticing that they had kind of dispersed, some of them staying at the side tables, others heading to the bar, and a few headed towards the dancefloor.

You decided that you liked those odds, and it was probably okay for you to relax a little.

You and your friends returned to dancing, trying to stay towards the middle of the floor. It might seem a little counterintuitive, but being in the middle of the dancefloor meant it was easier to blend in and become just another body in the mass.

At least something about this night was going right, the music the club was playing was probably the best mix you’d heard playing in there in the last couple of visits. Your group was having the times of their lives as you focused on having fun and moving to the music. You could feel the stresses of the week melting away with the music and alcohol when suddenly, a pair of electric blue eyes met yours.

You stopped moving, you couldn’t tell if your heart was beating because of the dancing or if it was the striking look of your fiance looking at you from across the club.

Kageyama must’ve gone home when you weren’t there and changed. He was dressed simply in a dark blue button-down and black slacks but you couldn’t help the shiver that ran through your spine as your body grew hot.

You could tell from the look on his handsome face that he wanted to approach you, but before he could take a step, one of his teammates, a man nearly as tall as Kageyama with bleached blonde hair, slapped him to the shoulder before starting to talk to him about something.

Kageyama broke eye contact with you, turning his face to talk to Atsumu. But neither his heart nor his mind was in the conversation as he couldn’t help but try and sneak glances back out across the club, searching for the figure of his fiance.

After only a couple of seconds of searching, his eyes found you once again and he had to stop himself from letting out a groan.

You were intentionally swinging your hips in the most inviting ways possible, making sure to give Kageyama a nice show. The security of him being across the club meant that you could behave like this and have it be completely within the rules. After all, none of his teammates were watching you dance, only him.

You could feel Tobio’s eyes on your ass as you swing your hips around to the song playing over the club. Since your back was facing your boyfriend, he wasn’t able to see the teasing smirk on your lips as you ground your hips in a circle.

Your body was heating up more and more by the second, you could almost feel his body beneath you as you drew circles with your hips, throwing your head slightly back and rolling it around, exposing the flesh of your neck for his viewing pleasure.

Kageyama was barely keeping a grip on himself as Atsumu continued to talk to him, the blonde had pulled Kageyama into a conversation with him and Kiyoomi, not knowing anything of the battle occurring between Kageyama and his beautiful girlfriend (whom the team still didn’t know existed).

He was having trouble focusing as you danced. He knew that you were acting this way just to tease him, and he also saw that purely by coincidence, you were wearing one of his favorite dresses. The way that the dark red dress hugged your figure was enough to drive him crazy. Even from his position across the club, he could see the way that your breasts and ass were on perfect display, as well as the soft bounce of your thighs as you continued to move.

His legs were twitching with the urge to go and shield you from everyone else in the club. He knew that you didn’t mind people watching you dance, but he did and he could already see several male glances glued to your body. But despite how much he hated all of those men staring at you, he couldn’t blame them. You were almost ethereal in the way that you commanded attention with your movements. Your confidence oozed out of you, attracting and drawing the attention of almost everyone within a 10-foot radius.

He almost growled as he saw you wink at him before shaking your ass at him, he knew that you were aware that he couldn’t approach you and obviously you were having great fun making him miserable.

He felt himself getting hard, and he knew that he needed to stop watching. Hopefully, if he stopped watching, you would stop dancing like that.

He shot one last glance your way, a glance that said ‘you’ll get your punishment later’ and made you clench your thighs.

You just laughed as he turned away. You knew that it was mean to act like this, but you just couldn't help it. Plus, no harm no foul.

“Y/N!” You head a shout behind you, turning to find Hinata. “Dance with me Y/N!” he asked his eyes like an excited child.

You only laughed in response, before stepping towards him and beginning to dance (much more innocently)

You and Shoyou danced for at least ten minutes, just having fun and laughing. Seeing as Kageyama rarely danced, you were grateful that he had such an energy-filled best friend. After a couple of more songs, you both decided that it was once again time for a drink break, and went to the bar together.

After demanding it of him, Hinata bought you a drink to make up for the one he had stolen earlier but as soon as the bartender set it down in front of Hinata, a hand popped out and stole it before you had the chance to claim it.

“So Shoyou, this is where you’ve been sneakin’ off all night?”

You glanced around Hinata to see the blonde that was talking to Kageyama earlier. Hinata gave a small awkward laugh, his eyes glancing to yours apologetically.

“Hey, Atusumu..”

“So….” Atsumu drawled, walking around Shoyou to get a better look at you, “this yer girlfriend Shoyou?” You could feel his eyes glancing down your body, causing your face to heat up and embarrassment begin to rear its ugly head.

Atsumu really was quite handsome, you thought. You couldn’t help but get a little flustered as he eyed you hungrily.

“Haha,” Hinata chuckled nervously, his hand resting itself protectively on your upper back. “No, just a friend.”

“Just a friend….whatta relief thought I was gonna have to steal your girl from ya…”

It was your turn to laugh nervously as Atsumu leaned across the bar to order a drink.

Atsumu was glad that you weren’t Shoyou’s girlfriend. Ever since the first time Hinata had snuck away from them, he had seen the redhead approach you, and ever since then, you had been caught in the crosshairs of his sight.

He couldn’t help but admire you from across the club, the way that your dress complimented your plush body was something that he’d been practically drooling over all night. He could only imagine how soft you were underneath the lovely material, he’d noticed the way that as you had walked to the bar with Hinata, the dress had slipped slightly up your thighs, exposing the supple curve of your legs.

With as flattering as the attention from the blonde setter, you knew that you needed to leave. Your plan to avoid the team had clearly failed and you had decided just to take the loss and call it a night.

“Well,” you said, stepping away from the bar to make your quick escape, “I’m going to go to the bathroom real quick.” It wasn’t completely a lie, you were actually going to go to the bathroom, you were just gonna leave the club right after.

“Promise to come right back?” Atsumu grinned, leaning slightly closer to you.

“How about this,” you drawled back, deciding that the best way to get him off your back at the moment would be to lie your ass off and promise to meet him later, “I’m here with my friend right now, I’m gonna make sure that she has a good time before I worry about myself, so, why don’t you try to find me in about an hour, then maybe you’ll have a chance.” You had leaned towards Atsumu as well until the two of you were only inches apart.

“Deal,” he said, his hands itching to attach to your waist, you were so close…

“See ya then” you smirked, throwing him a wink before sauntering off to the bathroom. As soon as the door closed behind you, you let out the breath that you’d been holding.

‘Fuck’ you thought, ‘ Kageyama is not going to be happy.’

But it’s not like you had a choice. In fact, you thought that you had handled the situation pretty well. Hopefully, Atsumu would get drunk and forget about the whole ordeal.

Once you’d regained yourself, you pulled out your phone and called your friends to tell them that you were going to head home. They whined a little but eventually understood that you’d made up your mind.

Now all that was left was to sneak out without looking super unnatural.

***************************

“Yeah, that’s her,” Atsumu said cockily to the table, causing Kageyama to clench his fists in an attempt to calm himself.

He couldn’t believe that he’d been so careless in letting you out of his sight. He couldn’t believe that he was so unlucky that his teammate made a move on you…..well….. He could believe that. With as enrapturing as you were, it was impossible for someone not to try and approach you. He was just unhappy that it had to be Atsumu.

The blonde had come sauntering back to the area that the team had been inhabiting and had begun to brag about the promise that you’d made him. Of course, at first, Kageyama hadn’t known that it was you who Miya was talking about, but soon Hinata had timidly whispered in his ear, just what the situation was. Kageyama couldn’t even be mad at Hinata, after all, he knew that the over-exuberant spiker couldn’t help it.

The team had only seen you briefly, you were walking into the crowd, trying to get to the exit. As soon as you had ducked into the mass of people, thankfully, none of them could see you leave the building.

After you’d disappeared, a couple of members of the team made comments on your body, congratulating or teasing Atsumu over what they deemed to be a hopeless endeavor, telling him that he didn’t stand a chance.

All of the comments made Kageyama livid, but at the same time, it made him feel totally victorious that he was the one who would get to go home to you later. He didn’t like the way that they were talking about you, and soon the possessive side of him couldn’t stand to stay and listen.

He and a couple of the guys went over to the bar and got a couple of drinks, all of them thankful to be away from the more rambunctious members of the team who were still either conversing at the table or springing around on the dancefloor.

As he sipped his drink, Kageyama couldn’t help but let his mind wander back to you. That dress was truly one of his favorites. The way that you looked in it never failed to distract him, and when he’d seen you in it earlier, he’d almost forgotten how to breathe.

He couldn’t wait to go home to you. He wondered if you had already showered and gone to bed yet, it was a shame that he wasn’t the one to strip that dress off of you, but he was hoping that you’d replaced it with one of his shirts, or even nothing at all.

He set his drink down. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer, he needed to see you, to hold you.

He passed back by the team on his way out, coming up with some lame excuse of feeling too tired to continue the night, getting teased by Bokuto that he was secretly taking someone home, which wasn’t completely off base.

As he walked out of the club into the cool night air, he thought of how you had been dancing earlier, the way that your eyes had flitted to his before you would expose your neck to him, or how you would drag your fingers down your sides, outlining your perfect shape for him as you danced.

‘ Fuck’ he thought, ‘I’m hard.’

He hailed a cab, eager to get home to you. Soon, he was opening the door to your apartment and walking inside. He quickly removed his shoes, eager to find you and wrap you in an embrace. But halfway down the hallway to your bedroom, he stopped.

“Fuuuuckkk….” he heard the high pitched moan drift out of the closed door, the sound going straight to his dick as he anticipated the sight awaiting him. Your moans continued to grace his ears as he slowly peeked in the door, avoiding making any noise so that he could watch you silently.

He found you with your back to him, kneeling on the bed as you pressed a vibrator against yourself. You had shed all of your clothes, leaving your skin bare to his eyes, every goosebump and shiver completely visible to his hungry gaze.

He silently approached you, working his belt off of his hips as he walked. When he got close enough to you, he cleared his throat appreciatively, his dick hardening when your head dropped back to look at him.

God, you looked so good for him. Your eyes were watering and from where he stood, he had the perfect view of your pretty tits as well as a view of the little pink toy vibrating against your already soaked pussy.

Suddenly, your mouth dropped open and another string of moans came out. Kageyama raised his hand to your cheek, his gentle fingers caressing your face, carefully pushing the sweaty wisps of hair that were sticking to your temples. His heart lurched as you looked up at him, your teary eyes filled with love. He looked right back down at you in adoration, not believing how lucky he was that he was yours.

“How long did you have to wait for me baby?” he asked his voice calm despite the furious blush gracing his face.

“....not long…” you whimpered, your insides twisting as your fiance slowly leaned down to join his lips with yours. You almost cried into the kiss, the warm feeling of his mouth against yours making the last couple of hours of torture completely worth it.

“You looked so sexy tonight baby.” Kageyama praised as he leaned away, allowing you to catch your breath after the searing kiss. He sat on the edge of the bed before running his hand down your body from your breasts to your naval before wrapping around your hand that was currently holding the vibrator.

He took the toy away from you, making you whine pathetically at the loss of contact.

“ Shhh… ” He hushed you, pressing a quick kiss to your lips as he stood up again. “I’m gonna fill you up so good, but first I want you to suck me for a bit” He unbuttoned his slacks before letting them drop to the floor.

Your eyes hungrily made their way across his powerful thighs, your mouth practically watering at the sight of the thick muscle that laid underneath his dark boxer briefs. You looked up at Kageyama, moaned lightly as he began to work on unbuttoning his shirt with his long, graceful fingers.

You wanted those fingers inside of you, you thought, keening at the mental image of getting stretched out by Tobio before he filled you with his cock.

You quickly sunk down to your knees and pulled his underwear down his thighs, biting your lower lip almost painfully as his hardening dick popped out. You drooled at the sight, Kageyama had to of had one of, if not the prettiest cocks in the world. The way that the hot appendage stood proudly, long and thick with a gorgeous vein running halfway up the length put art to shame. The slight upward curve made him fit perfectly in your hand, made it perfect for rocking into your fist as you got him off.

“ Please …” he whispered, and that was all it took for you to eagerly wrap your lips around his cock, your hand twisting gently at the base.

“ Shit ,” Kageyama grunted, throwing his head back at the sudden sensation of the warmth of your mouth surrounding him. He threaded his fingers into your hair as he gently guided your head down onto his cock.

“You take me so good,” he mumbled, his praises going straight to your clit as you moaned out around his dick, your fingernails raking down the fronts of his thighs as you gripped onto the muscles.

You were slowly building your pace up, going from giving the tip of his cock small, hot licks, to taking him as far down your throat as you could muster.

Kageyama was putty beneath your fingertips, his whole body felt like it was on fire as you worked him just like he liked to be worked. He could feel himself starting to lose his control over himself as the overwhelming urge to fuck you silly started to creep up his spine.

“Fuck baby,” he breathed as you swallowed him into your throat again, relaxing around the thickness as best as you could, he knew that he was close, “ keep going, baby… .”

Your pussy only clenched harder at his encouraging words as you quickened your pace, trying desperately to make him cum. One of your hands left his thighs to lightly grip his balls, the light touch pushing him that much nearer to the ledge.

“ Ooh fuck….. Please….wanna cum in your pussy baby” he moaned, his fingers sweeping the hair across your forehead as he looked down at you with blown-out pupils.

All you had to do was nod before Kageyama pulled his cock out of your mouth and hoisted you up onto the bed. He leaned over you, claiming your lips in a searing embrace as he ran the tip of his cock against your pussy, making you moan at the feeling of his pulsing cock against your lips.

“ Please Tobio …” you begged, your legs wrapping around his hips in an attempt to pull him inside of you.

After pumping his cock a couple of times in his hand, Kageyama lined himself up with your opening, before easing himself in.

All it took was feeling your tight walls wrapped around him for him to lose himself, his hot cum spurting into you as he buried his face into your neck, licking and sucking at the flesh as he gently rode out his high, careful not to thrust into you too hard seeing as you hadn’t been properly stretched.

“ Tobio ….” you breathed, the feeling of his seed inside of you making you yearn for him to breed you that much stronger. “ Please...fuck me Tobio… ”

“ Shhh… ” he soothed, trying to pull out of you as carefully as possible, groaning at the lewd squelch that your pussy made.

He crawled down your body until his face was level with your cunt, his fingers spreading the lips of your pussy apart as he inspected the sight of his cum leaking out of your hole, groaning at the incredibly sexy display.

Timidly, his tongue poked out of his mouth and prodded at your clit, pulling a high pitched whine from your lungs as your fists gripped the sheets underneath you.

Kageyama wrapped his mouth around your clit, sucking the little bud into his mouth as his fingers began to prepare you, scooping his cum up and fucking it back into you.

“So good for me baby…. You’re being so good for me aren’t you?”

“ Yes!” you cried, your hips trying to grind down onto the digits that were fucking into your dripping cunt far too slow for your liking. “Please give me your cock.”

Tobio decided to indulge you, crawling back up your body and realigning himself with you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight baby.” he groaned, his hips slowly pushing into you until he bottomed out.

You were being reduced to a whimpering mess with the feeling of being so completely full of your boyfriend. You wrapped your arms around his back, your chest pressing against his as he began to thrust into you with slow, calculated movements.

“ Please …” you sighed, your hips bucking desperately as you tried to coax him to go faster.

As Kageyama stared down at your blissed-out face, he could only thank god that you were his. After seeing how his teammates ogled over you, how much you were desired, he could help but feel like the luckiest man alive as he buried himself deeper into you, your walls clenching deliciously around him.

“ Fuck baby… . No one else can fuck you like this but me….” He groaned, his hips beginning to snap in and out of you a little bit faster.

You almost cried at the change in pace as you nodded and babbled out, “ yes, you fuck me so good, only you… ”

Tobio continued to thrust into you, whispering praises and compliments into your ear as he pounded into you, telling you how good you felt around him, how lucky he was to have you all to himself.

He could feel your end approaching as he reached down and began to circle your clit, taking the small bud between his thumb and index finger and rolling it, causing your eyes to roll back into your head.

“Fuck! Tobio!” you cried, your fingers digging into his shoulders, “...m’ gonna cum…”

Kageyama’s head rested in the crook of his neck as his thrust quickened even further, he could feel his second high rising within him as well.

With a few more thrusts of his hips, he had you crying as you came on his cock, milking his second load of the night into you.

Kageyama stayed inside of you even after you both came down from your highs. You keened in the feeling of being stuffed full of his cum, his cock acting as a stopper to keep any of it from leaking out.

If you had your way, he would never pull out, you would never have to let go of this full feeling.

“Wanna stay in you forever.” He mumbled against your skin, his cock twitching as small aftershocks rocked through your pussy, surprising him with small squeezes every few seconds.

“Ok.” you giggled, wrapping your arms around him happily.

He let himself indulge for a few minutes before deciding that he wanted to inspect his work, he went back down to be eye level with your pussy, once again groaning at the sight of his cum along with your juices seeping out of your puffy hole.

“ No please. .” you gasped in surprise as his fingers started shoveling the cum back into your hole, pressing against the spongey texture of your g-spot with every thrust.

“Come on baby….” he encouraged, his fingers going from 0 to 100 as he mercilessly finger fucked you. “Give me one more orgasm, K?”

You nodded, there were tears in your eyes and your thighs were twitching as the sting of overstimulation took over your pussy. You knew that Kageyama would never push you too far, you knew that he only wanted to make you feel good.

Your second orgasm took you by surprise, the high ripping through your body as you began to convulse against your fiance’s fingers.

“Tobio!” you squealed, your hands flying down to his wrists, trying to stop the digits from continuing to fuck you through your high, you could feel yourself creaming all over the sheets and his teeth bit into your thighs.

“ Good girl ….” he growled as he replaced his fingers with his tongue, lapping up your juices as your body went limp against the bed. He pulled away, his chin glistening with your cum as he smiled adoringly down at you.

After a moment’s rest, he climbed off of the bed, leaning over and lifting you into his arms. He carried you to the bathroom and sat you down on top of the counter before retreating to the shower to turn it on.

When he returned to you, he wrapped his arms around your waist, enjoying the feeling of your plush, orgasm-rocked body against him.

“You did so well for me…..” he whispered into your skin, “I love you so much…”

You mewled at his words, your nose nestling against his hair as your own arms returned the gesture of wrapping around him.

Once the shower warmed up, he put both of you under the steady flow, the hot droplets relaxing you as you melted back against his chest while he contently washed your body.

Tobio looked down at you.

“You know all of my teammates wanted to take you home tonight…”

You hummed in response, only half-listening to your fiance as you continued to bask in your post-orgasm glow.

“I almost had to tell that you belong to me,” he continued, running his fingers across your body, lathering soap against your skin.

You hummed again.

“Tell me who you belong to baby,” he whispered, turning you around in his arms.

You looked up at him with a sweet smile on your face, your fingers coming up to thread through his soft wet hair. You leaned up and placed a sweet kiss against his jawline before resting your head into his chest, hearing the gentle thudding of his heartbeat.

“Tobio Kageyama,” you stated, “I am completely yours.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

[snowgoldwaylon]

Could you write a fic where Adler is in love with the reader and had a chance to be with her but was too scared to make a move even though she wanted him too. so reader eventually moves on and after a while is getting married to Mason and Adler is now regretting not taking his chance. Based off the song Marry Me by Thomas Rhett?

No Second Chances - Russell Adler X Alex Mason X Reader

Give a big thank you to my sister for sending in the best requests! I love you girl, here is your fic! ❤

TW: Strong language, angst, anger.

Russell was making the two hour drive from his home town, to go watch you and Alex Mason get married. He pulled out a cigarette, and lit it. This trip was going to be so bittersweet, it's all he thought of since he had received the white and gold invitations in the mail.

Almost 5 years after hunting Perseus, the CIA decided to crackdown for a while and pursue finding other leads. You and Mason fell hard for eachother and it lead up to this moment. But, Adler was remincing, and finally saw how much he fucked up and let you go.

From the moment Russell Adler saw you, even while you were being brainwashed, he felt strong feelings towards you. He simply couldn't help the fact that you lit up the whole room, and made everybody's day better. He was afraid of how you would take his confession.

Even after losing Lazar in Cuba, you brought comfort to everybody. That's when he finally realized his feelings for you. But, he also noticed something else as well.....

Adler couldn't help but notice how you fell googly-eyed when Mason entered the room. And he also noticed how Mason was just as crazy for you, he talked about you all the time. Mason practically had heart eyes and a nosebleed when your name was said.

This never sat right with Adler. He felt the same way for you, but he knew with Mason, you'd never ever return how he felt. It was just something he would have to accept, now that you were getting married.

Love Hurts by Nazareth had came on at that moment. Adler sighed in annoyance, and emotional pain. Why did this song have to come on right now? Why couldn't the universe just leave him alone about this?

He took the exit he needed off the interstate, and drove a little longer until he reached the location of the venue. Outside, in a huge, white sign said "MASON - Y/L/N WEDDING HERE" stood out easily where everyone parked. He turned in, parked, and turned off his car.

Adler took a deep breath, and got out. He quickly brushed off his black suit, straightened out his tie, and tucked away his cigarettes into his coat pocket. He made his way to the front door where he was greeted by Frank Woods.

"Oh hey Doc, how's it hangin'? Long and hairy, hard to carry?" Frank chuckled.

Adler sent a small chuckle his way, and knocked him jokingly with his elbow.

"Nah, more like short and stubby, kinda chubby." Adler laughed.

The two men shared a laugh, and a hug.

"It's good to see you brother. Can you believe these two are finally tying the knot today??" Frank asked, as both men walked to the where the seating was at.

Adler almost cringed, but played it off as a cough. They took a seat, and exchanged some more talking for a while.

"Yeah, I remember them meeting for the first in the Safehouse. It's really hard to believe." Adler said.

Woods and Adler gave more small talk, until it was time for Woods to go into the building, and do the routine they practiced. He was a best man after all!

"Hey man, gotta go. It's show time!" Frank said, slapping Adler in the back.

Adler turned front, and waited for the music to start. He felt a tap on his left shoulder, and he looked up. Park stood in front of him, dressed up.

"Can I sit with you? I'm a little late as you can see." She asked.

Adler nodded, and she sat down next to him. Soon, all the seats were filled, and it was ready to start. Adler and Park talked about upcoming missions and next moves until the sound of Guns N' Roses song, November Rain filled everyone's ears.

Immediately, everybody turned their heads as the beautiful sounds of the live piano and orchestra filled the outside archway, the reverend stood at the end of it.

Bridesmaids, groomsmen stepped out first. After them, the maid of honor and best man. Finally, Alex walked out with the biggest smile on his face. Adler felt a mix of happiness, and a hint of jealously.

Everyone stood up very quickly when the most beautiful part of the music hit it's gorgeous, smooth Forte sound. It was perfect timing, as from the glass doors, you began the walk down the isle with Belikov.

You had asked Belikov to walk you down the isle, and give you away, as you didn't have contact with your biological father. So, Belikov was the crazy man that had practically adopted you as his own. He was holding back tears at this moment!

Adler got you into focus. He even took off his sunglasses just for a better look. Everything about you lookee more than perfect. Your hair, your dress, flowers, you name it. Adler had never felt more hopeless.

Once you reached the end, Belikov quickly gave you a kiss on the forehead, and took a seat. There, the ceremony went forth. With words from the reverend, and beautiful, tear jerking vows exchanged by you both, the time came.

"Do you, Y/N Y/L/N, take Alex Mason to be yours forever to keep, to cherish, in sickness and in health?"

"I do."

"And do you, Alex Mason take Y/N Y/L/N to be yours forever to keep, to cherish, in sickness and in health?"

"I do."

"From the power vested in me, I now pronounce you married! Alex, you may kiss your bride!"

And Mason did just that. He brought you in for a breathtaking kiss, with a tight hold. The venue erupted into cheers as you both pulled away. Adler felt happiness, and sadness as he watched. He knew, he'd never have you now.

The bridal and groom party all lead the way inside where the food and alcohol was to be served. Adler walked with Park and Sims, and took a seat near where the buffet was. They waited for the wedding photos to be done so everyone could dine.

After everyone came back, and it was announced that the food was being served, Adler went up and was the first person to officially congratulate the married couple. Both you and Mason smiled the hardest when you saw the blonde walk up.

"Hey you two, congratulations." Adler said with a smile.

He slipped you both a small wrapped gift. You took it and smiled up at him.

"Thank you, Russell. It's been awhile since we've seen you, how's everything going? We'll be back after this in two weeks. We are heading to Korea for our honeymoon!" You exclaimed.

"Well that's awesome! And it's alright. The bald man is still giving me grief about every little thing. But, we are looking forward to seeing you both back afterwards."

You grabbed a hold of Mason's hand, and smiled. You took a sip of wine as Mason spoke.

"Yeah, I understand that. Hudson is a hard ass at times, but it's worth it. Well man, hey it's time to open the bar. Why don't you meet me at the dance floor?" Mason said to Adler.

Adler laughed, and shook his head.

"Oh for sure man, for sure."

After everyone ate and gotten the booze of their choice, the dance floor was opened. Everyone watched in awe and beauty as you and Mason had the first dance. Adler thought about how beautiful it was, but he also thought about how he wished that was him.

He pushed these feelings aside when he saw Mason dip you, and pull you back for a kiss. He turned on his heel, and made a bee-line straight for the bar.

"Whiskey on the rocks, please."

And for the rest of the wedding, the night ended with fireworks, and a few karaoke performances by Woods, Sims, Mason, Park, and they even got Hudson up there to sing. Adler glanced at the memorial table that was set up for Lazar. And in the back at the table, a seat reserved for him.

He then turned back to watch you. You caught him, and smiled, before returing to the arms of Mason.

Adler knew after all this, there was no second chances.

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[dumblydork]

Another Hinny headcanon! Bit of an AU because a few characters are alive *sniffs*

I was itching to write something but had zero ideas (and was also busy crying over the Marauders schoolwork) but here I am again so enjoy!

Also this is kind of meh but pls don't mind thanx

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Molly's red hair shone from at the front of the rows of white chairs, where she sat with her husband's arm around her, shaking slightly with tears. Or atleast that was what was told to Harry when Ron walked into the Room of Requirement.

"Are you all set? Ginny's ready, she's looking lovely." Ron smiled at him. Harry nodded, his throat suddenly constricted, rendering him unable to speak. He stood by the closet where he had changed into a black tuxedo with a bowtie, which at the moment felt impossibly tight.

"Merlin, your hair just never sits, does it?" Hermione's voice echoed as she walked in quickly, staring at the top of Harry's head.

"I used so much Muggle hair liquid-"

"Gel," Hermione corrected Ron.

"Yes, gel. We'll have to make our peace with his unruly hair." He continued.

"Harry, are you alright? You don't look too good." Hermione approached him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm alright, just slightly anxious." He finally turned around to face his best friends. He forced a smile but he knew his best friends could tell.

"Oh Harry. There's no reason whatsoever to be so anxious. Last time I checked, Ginny wouldn't have proposed if she didn't want to marry you." Hermione smiled, but looked at Ron for support.

"Oh definitely, it's totally unlike Ginny to propose to someone she doesn't want to marry." He made a joke which worked, as Harry gave out a laugh.

"It's time." Two identical voices said. Fred and George popped their heads inside the room as Hermione let out a small squeak and rushed out.

"How is it being married?" Harry asked Ron for what was probably the thousandth time that day.

"For the last time Harry, it's amazing. You and Ginny love each other and that's all there is to it, really. Now come on, we have to be there before Ginny." Ron grinned as he put an arm around Harry and led him out of the room onto the grounds.

Harry and Ginny had settled on Hogwarts for their wedding venue as it was the one place where they shared a lot of memories; their first kiss was in the Gryffindor common room, for instance. Not to mention all those quiet moments they spent under trees in the grounds.

The place looked beautiful- the altar was set right next to the lake, decorated in white and pink flowers. Ginny had always wanted a summer wedding right at Hogwarts. It was almost impossible to believe the war was over 4 years ago, and Hogwarts was back to normal. There was only one person who could officiate the ceremony, and he was currently standing in the middle of the altar, broadly smiling at Harry who walked towards him, Ron to his back.

"You look a bit queasy, Harry." Remus whispered with a grin.

"I'm just nervous," Harry attempted a smile.

"You'll be okay- there's really not a lot to marriage." Remus added helpfully, as Harry looked at Tonks and Ted, who was currently sat in his mother's lap, waving his chubby hands at his godfather.

Harry managed a wave back, feeling already better looking at his godson's hair which had turned a milder blue for today. Tonks smiled reassuringly at Harry as well, her hair red for today.

He looked to the other side of the seating to see Molly Weasley still shedding tears but smiled happily when her eyes met Harry's. The Weasley siblings and their wives all sat behind them, except Ron who was Harry's best man.

McGonagall sat next to the Weasley parents, wearing velvet robes, a small smile continuously on her face. She was currently chatting merrily to Hagrid who was to the side of the main seating rows, a chair for him separately.

The rest of the chairs were occupied by his close friends and family, Dudley and his wife also on one of the closer front rows. Dudley waved a small hand, no doubt intimidated by all the wizards and witches around him but trying his best not to show him. Seamus was trying his best to talk to Dudley, being the closest Muggle born.

He looked at one of the chairs in the front row next to Tonks, which was left empty with a black dog plushie. Harry could feel tears line his eyes as he thought of Sirius- how happy he would have been to see his godson get married. The two chairs next to Sirius' didn't help his tears either- they were also lefy empty for his parents- a similar stag plushie next to Padfoot's and a single Lily flower. It was Ginny's idea and Harry loved her all the more for it.

Harry's appraisal of the audience was cut short when the choir started the music and everybody straightened up. All eyes were on Harry, until a few heads turned around to see the bride. However, Hermione walked in first as the matron of honour, wearing a pastel pink dress which Harry noticed for the first time. He could slightly hear Ron gasp, no doubt reliving his own wedding. She came and stood to the side, smiling broadly at her husband and Harry.

And finally, there she was. Ginny was the image of gorgeous- she was wearing a traditional white gown, off her shoulders with a very long veil trailing behind her. Her fiery hair was tied up in a bun, he could tell. Harry could feel his heart thumping- it was a mixture of elation and anxiety, but more elation. Ginny was going to be his wife- they would be together for the rest of their lives.

Ginny was finally here, standing right in front of him. She was the opposite of the blushing bride, waving happily at baby Ted and her parents, both of whom were crying now. "Psst. Harry." Ginny whispered.

"Hi." She smiled, bringing Harry back to reality.

"Hello." He said breathlessly.

"You'll have the rest of your lives to talk, I'm starting the ceremony." Remus admonished playfully; both of them knew he was teasing them.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today," He started but Harry did end up blocking the rest of the ceremony out, too busy staring at Ginny who would look at him and then laugh at something Remus had added into the speech and then look back at him. It was all very dreamy.

"Do you, Harry James Potter, take Ginevra Weasley to be your faithfully wedded wife?" He could hear Remus say.

"I do," Harry managed.

"And do you, Ginevra Weasley, take Harry James Potter to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do." Ginny smiled and for the first time that day, Harry saw her blush.

"And finally, the moment I can SEE Harry has been waiting for, you may now kiss the bride." Remus laughed. But Harry couldn't care- this was the moment he had waited for ever since he had been dating Ginny.

He lifted the veil but before he could do anything, Ginny dragged his neck down and pressed her lips on his, leaving Harry stunned. He could hear cheers coming from the audience, most strongly from the twins.

"And now I declare you husband and wife!" Remus finished, as he hugged both of them together. "Have the best life ahead." He whispered before pulling away.

Harry and Ginny faced their audience, made up of the people they loved the most, but turned back to each other. They were each other's better halves, and now they were married, bound by magic (and law) to be together for the rest of their lives.

-sometime later-

"Throw the bouquet, Ginny!" Luna almost yelled and Harry could have sworn that was the first time he had ever heard Luna speak at a volume louder than a whisper.

"Okay, here it goes!" Ginny turned out and threw the bouquet of pink lilies behind her, her eyes shutting close.

"Aw no!" Collective groans came from the crowd, and she turned around to see who had caught the bouquet.

It turned out that baby Teddy was holding the bouquet which was also bigger than his face, while Tonks' hair colour changed furiously. The baby was laughing as if he he knew it was funny and it was infectious- the rest of the crowd burst out laughing literally a second later.

Ginny turned happily to Harry. "So Mrs. Potter, how do you feel?" Harry asked after pulling her slightly away from the noise.

"Perfect, Mr. Potter. I like the sound of my new name." Ginny smiled, placing her head on her husband's chest. Harry placed his chin on top of Ginny's head, standing quietly under the shade of the big tree where they had first sworn to be together.

Until a wolf whistle broke them apart, or rather two, identical, wolf whistles.

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[lacetulle]

Maybe this is a stretch but... do you know of any bridal dresses that would look nice on short or chubby women? I'm 5'3" and 200lbs and I know for a fact I would look like a disgusting potato in every single dress you post and it's kind of making me really hate everything about myself and my body right now. I'm really sorry to rant like this in your inbox though you definitely don't have to reply to this if you don't want to

I do want to start by saying that I hate that anyone would walk away from this blog with negative thoughts, especially of themselves.  I think the important thing with fashion and especially on your wedding day, is to feel beautiful. There are a number of designers who design for all sizes and you don’t have to have the traditional strapless ball gown that some designers pigeon hole plus sizes in. I am biased towards Hayley Paige because I think she makes gorgeous gowns and I know she’s size inclusive. Anne Barge, Watters (and all their sister lines), and Pronovias all have good selections as well.

By no means am I a stylist and even I’m not knowledgeable about which silhouettes look best on each body type.  But I do know that everyone carries their weight differently so I’ve tried to find a good selection of dress types as a stepping stone.

I can only assume (since I haven’t been married) that bridal salons are a wealth of information. Even if you weren’t in the market for buying, they can help guide you into the best silhouettes for your body. The consultants working there would know what looks best for everyone’s body types. And if any consultant makes you feel uncomfortable, puts you in something bad or that doesn’t highlight your best features, you have every right to leave. You’re supposed to love how you look and feel on your wedding day and if you’re not getting that from your appointment, you should take your business somewhere else. There are plenty of consultants out there that try to ensure everyone walks out feeling beautiful.

Since I don’t know what styles you gravitate towards, I put some of my favorites. I really do hope this helps, even in the tiniest sense. Like I said before, fashion has a long way to go to show representation of all sizes, but there are some great pieces out there that would make anyone feel stunning.

(Nicole Spose Bridal, Watters Brides, Willowby Brides, Pronovias, Hayley Paige Bridal, Anne Barge, Chosen By One Day, Wtoo Brides, Blush by Hayley Paige, Anne Barge)

[ciggylungz]

Miss Ginger

Miss ginger

Blurb night- 2.5k

(request: can you plz do something about Harry being all soft with his kids?)

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Harry had always been a family man. Ever since he was a little boy he dreamed of having his own family, couple of kids, a nice family home with a big back garden for the little ones to run around in and him and his wife to attempt to grow some fruits and veg and maybe a few sunflowers or daisies. Simple, modest, pure and quaint but most of all, happy.

The day Harry met Y/n he knew she was special. She had this aura that he wanted to wrap himself in like a blanket. A laugh as pretty as song birds in the morning, a heart of gold, quick wit and full of talent. He knew she was going to be his wife someday, and he swears the day she said yes when he got down on one knee his heart grew 3 times its size.

The pair planned their wedding to be an intimate, beautiful event and with the help of Harry’s lovely mother Anne and Y/n’s combined work they were able to pull it off. They had decided to invite their parents and siblings, their closest friends- which included Harry’s former bandmates who made sure to embarrass the newly wed man during their best man speech- and all of Harry’s god children as well as their parents.

Harry wasn’t shy about crying when he saw his bride walk down the isle towards him, her dress was a simple silk fitted gown with delicate trimming of lace. Y/n chose to wear the same pearl earrings her mother had worn at her own wedding and a diamond necklace Anne had gifted her for the occasion. He really couldn’t help the waterworks making their way down his face as he took in her beauty, he stayed weepy through the entirety of their vows a huge smile across his dimpled face when he finally lifted the vail over her head giving her the first kiss as a married couple. She was his, and he was hers and the pair couldn’t be more smitten for each other even as they stand where they are now nearly 4 years into their marriage.

Over the last 4 glorious, joyful years of being fully committed to each other, sharing a surname and living as a unite the pair had welcomed 2 beautiful children into the world. Alfie who was nearly 3, he was conceived only around 6 months into their marriage yet they couldn’t have been more elated to find out they were expecting. The second was their little girl Rosana that they affectionally called by her nickname ‘Rosie’ and she was now coming up on 10 months old, she was starting to become increasingly mobile already such a bubbly happy little girl who had her dad wrapped around her tiny chubby finger.

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Harry was currently on a break, just finishing his first solo tour finally getting some downtime to be home with his family and he couldn’t be happier. He loved every part of fatherhood, he enjoyed getting up in the morning and starting the little ones routines. First Harry would go downstairs, putting a kettle on while taking some breastmilk y/n had pumped from the fridge to warm up, when both of those were taken care of he’d migrate back upstairs into his sons room where he’d usually find his little guy sitting up in his new big boy toddler bed playing with one of the various stuffed toys on his bed as he waited patiently to be gotten up. Harry adored the way his son would perk up when he walked in, opening the toddlers curtains to let the sunshine in giving him a nice morning cuddle before taking him to the bathroom to change out of his pullup into his new big boy underwear since y/n and Harry are finally reaching the tail end of potty training their first born. It had been a struggle, yet every time their little boy danced around with a sticker on his shirt for going on the potty it was worth every bed wetting incident, and all the terrible two’s tears that came with the teaching. After he had him changed, he tried his best to tame the boys hair. The little tyke inherited his fathers chocolate curls unlike his sister who wore a head full of ginger ringlets.

After all of the hygiene tasks were complete, he’d serve the boy his breakfast, steeping his wife and him a cup of tea using the remaining warm water to heat the breastmilk in for when Rosie decided to greet the day. Harry didn’t mind giving his girl a bottle feed so his wife could get a little extra sleep in the mornings, opting to nurse during the day and before bed pumping whatever’s left to hold Rosie over till her mother wakes up.

Unlike some people, when Harry heard the baby monitor start to go off with the cries Rosie gives when she first wakes up he smiles instead of groans. He didn’t get angry when his kids cried, he was actually good at reading the cry’s instead of getting frustrated which always helped calm it down quickly and his little girl would always have a little cry when she’d wake up and think she’s all alone.

As soon as her daddy opened her nursery door the little girl stood up in her cot, balancing herself by gripping the railing to get a good look at who was coming towards her. once the morning light was shining in from Harry opening her curtains the tears stopped and a sniffling nose and big gummy grin was shining on her face, a contagious smile at that.

“Good morning sunshine!” the man raised his voice a few octaves, a big grin on his face as he picked her up from her bed giving her a nice hug as he swayed back and forth. “Did yeh have a good sleep, miss ginger? You look very beautiful this morning my girl, always take your shirt off when yeh sleep don’t ya’ silly girl? I get it girlfriend, sometimes you gotta let it breathe babe. C’mon think it’s time for a nappy change and a bottle hmm?” the little girl giggled at her father, bouncing in his arms and babbling incoherently whilst her dad cleaned her up and got her ready for her morning feed.

Harry set the baby in her bouncer, putting the milk into her bottle checking the temperature on his wrist before giving it to the still topless baby. It was easier to just leave it off during the morning snack, she was a rather messy little girl since she always wanted to hold her own bottle now often letting it dribble onto her tummy as she removed the nipple from her mouth to babble at her father. She always had a lot to say, even if no one but her knew what she was on about, no one had created a baby talk translation app yet so until then her passionate rants wouldn’t be understood.

Alfie was at an age where he wanted to be independent more, he reminds everyone how he’s a big boy, whenever he puts his own dish in the washer or screws the top onto his sippy cup by himself. Both his parents found it absolutely adorable and humorous as well.

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When Harry heard the pitter patter of his wife coming down the stairs around 45 minutes after he’d got the kids up, a soft smile etched itself onto his face. He swears every time he sees her, no matter what state she’s in he still finds her breathtakingly gorgeous. Angelic even. Even when he had pulled Alfie out of her as she pushed, he still found her beautiful. Nothing would ever change the love and attraction he felt for his wife.

“Mornin’ love, sleep well?” the man brought his wife into his arms, giving her a warm hug and a kiss on the crown of her head. “Mhm, thank you for gettin’ up with the kids so I could get a few extra minutes of rest. Love yeh h.” she stood on her toes to peck his lips, this far into a relationship and being parents a slightly morning breathy kiss didn’t bother them in the slightest. After you’ve changed some ungodly diapers, smells don’t affect you the same anymore.

“no problem, had an easy morning Alfie was good about brushing his teeth and me and Rosie had a nice cuddle. She woke up shirtless again, I’m starting to get her vibe think I might start just being half naked all the time.” Y/n chuckled at her husband, sipping her tea slowly before responding. “At least it was just her top this time, last week when I got her up she had taken everything off. Had to do an extra load of wash after that one. Silly little girl.”

The couple could fawn over their kids for an infinite amount of time, but a thud from the living room disrupted their banter. The two wore matching raised eyebrows while venturing into the room, being met with the sight of Rosie’s bottle tossed at the wall and the girl herself holding her feet up with her little hands in a split position while still strapped into her bouncer chair.

“Hey missy, throwing things isn’t nice. C’mon time to get dressed, can’t have nakey babies crawling in the garden can we? Neighbors might think we aren’t watchin’ after yeh well enough.” Her mother unstrapped her, bringing her to her chest to kiss her cheeks, her father deciding to chime in, “I think with that chubby tummy and those chunky thighs they’ll know our girl is more than taken care of.”

y/n bounced the baby in her arms, cooing at her and mocking Harry’s words with a baby voiced ‘is that true?! Rosie are you a chunky lady?’ which got them a chorus of baby laughs from the infant.

 Once y/n got both of her little ones changed as well as herself cleaned up and changed for the day, she took them back downstairs where their father was sitting on the couch glancing between his phone and the tv screen as he shoveled some cereal into his mouth.

Alfie made a b-line for his dad, excited to show him the outfit his mother had dressed him in for the day.

“Daddy! Daddy look! I got clothes on, mummy says I look handsome! Look I got turtles on my socks, daddy look!”  the little boy was over the moon about his clothes. Y/n had chosen some toddler size sweatpants, Alfies favorite t-shirt- a Gucci one Harry had got him which his wife thought was insane to dress a messy 3 year old in a 250 pound shirt, but their son loved it because his father wore the same brand- and some socks with little turtles as the print on them. It was going to be a pretty chill day at home so there was no need for fancy clothes.

“Oh my gosh! Bud you look very handsome, look at my dapper boy! Gimme five, big guy” Harry held his palm in the air, his son jumping to smack his much smaller one to his fathers, beaming from all the praise he’d gotten from his doting parents.

When Harry looked over at his wife holding his daughter his smile got even bigger. There stood his beautiful bride, clad in a pair of his black socks she liked to steal, some comfy adidas sweats and a t-shirt Harry had given her years ago. Her hair was in a sloppy bun, lips slightly shiny with some lip balm and only one earring in since Rosie had snatched the other stud from her right ear and tossed it somewhere Y/n too caught up in her children to even remember to take the second one out even after 2 weeks going by now.

His daughter was in a yellow polka dot onesie and her hair was in a little whale spout on the top of her head. His girl’s looked stunning in even the simplest of clothes, they were his angels and he adored them.

“And look at you girls! Little red head, you look dashing in that onesie! Red carpet ready my girl. And you miss yummy mummy, are stunning today. C’mere I want kisses from my ladies don’t be stingy.”

Y/n couldn’t help but laugh at her husband, even when she looked like she lived in a alley behind a gas station he still made a point to make her feel beautiful. Of course, she adored the way her husband talked to their baby girl too, they had a long talk while she was pregnant with her where Harry vowed to always build up their daughter from infancy till the day he died. No matter how old she is, what she was wearing, if she was covered in gunk from the sandbox or in her future prom dress, he promised to always let her know she was beautiful and loved. Harry never wanted his kids to feel any less than supported, validated and loved.

 It was around 1 in the afternoon when Rosie woke up from her first nap, nursing while Y/n and Harry sat together on the couch playing with Alfie and his blocks. The family had a quick bite to eat, hanging out just enjoying each other’s company. Y/n handed their daughter to Harry for him to burp her so she could refill Alfie’s sippy cup and grab both her and Harry some water.

After distributing the beverages she sat on the floor, playing with both her kids and holding Rosie up by her hands so she could dance around in her mothers grip. She loved to dance, she was always on the move crawling full speed everywhere and always squirming whenever she heard her fathers music.

Today the little girl had more in store for her parents, taking them both of them by surprise when she hoisted herself up to cruse holding onto the couch before looking right at her mother suddenly taking her first steps towards her.

Harry and Y/n both gasped, eyes wide and mouths showing huge grins while starting to cheer their baby on waving their hands and praising her whilst the baby took wobbly steps to her mom flopping into her chest before she was lifted in the air and spun around, excited cheers from the entire family as they celebrated her milestone.

“You’re walkin’ now Rosie! My big girl! Oh my gosh I’m so proud of you princess!”

Y/n tossed her into the air gently, catching her then setting her back on her feet letting her walk to her dad who was now in full blown celebration mode hands waving in the air while he cheered. His little girl toddled towards him, squealing as he scooped her up and kissed all over her face.

These were the moments he dreamed about his whole life, and he swears the dream didn’t even compare to the reality now. He’s never been happier.

[chaiscentedcandle]

A Wedding! (Neville Longbottom x fem!reader)

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Neville Longbottom

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: y/n and Neville get married after a few years of dating

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: none/NA

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: reader wears a wedding dress (in case for those who don’t want to wear a wedding dress)

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,580 words

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: I thought it would be cute to write a little story of you and Neville getting married because who wouldn’t love that? Plus y’all are living on crumbs so I’m gonna give y’all a full meal, also I didn’t really hint at a “maide of honor” or a “best man” and I don’t really say who walks you down the aisle in case someone gave themselves a father or a different character.

Nerves were running at an all time high today. The day of complete bliss, a happy ending to a new start. A win in the eyes of many even though the dark years had passed but who didn’t want a win? Especially as one as beautiful as this ceremony. The joining of two people becoming one powerful soul.

Today is Neville and Y/n wedding day. Anxiously waiting till they could see each other at the end of the aisle and say “I do”, In each parties rooms people were running around getting things ready and helping either the bride or the groom get ready. In Nevilles courtiers Ron was tasked with doing Nevilles hair because let’s be honest, in moments like this Nevilles hands shake too much. And Ron seems like a man who could do hair. Harry was doing something with his glasses, standing awkwardly with no task.

While in Y/n’s room Hermione had been doing her hair. Hermione already being dressed because she loves being early, while the other bridesmaids got ready around them, Molly Weasley keeps checking things and asking Y/n questions, either how she is or if she’s excited. Talking about how she remembers her wedding with Arthur or the busy days before Bill and Fleurs wedding then rambaling about weddings. Y/n had invited the Weasleys because of the kindness they had showed her during her years at Hogwarts, especially when people would hate on her for dating Neville.

Y/n and Neville actually didn’t start their friendship over Herbology, they started talking after being paired in Transfigurations when Neville was having a hard time. From then things started to come together and now in the present she gets to marry her best friend. Hermione was putting the finishing touches on her hair before Molly asked if she was ready to put in her wedding dress. “Yes, a little nervous but yes” Y/n told her, Molly just let out a small laugh, a tissue in her hand in case a few tears slip out.

Helping her slip and zip up her dress Molly took Y/n to a mirror to look at herself. “How do you feel, dear?” She asked, tears sprung to Y/n’s eyes as she tried not to let them fall, not wanting to ruin the makeup she had on “like a bride” Y/n responded with. Molly began to dry her eyes “oh dear, if you cry I’m going to start crying and I won’t stop” she said with a laugh. Hermione was off to the side with tears in her eyes as well, Y/n spotted her and held her hand out, Hermione took her hand and held onto her arm “don’t cry, Hermione” yet a few tears had slipped out “I’m not the one you should be telling not to cry, honestly, you’re the one with the make up and getting married” Hermione laughed out.

“We’ll let’s get you out there, we can’t keep Neville waiting for too long” Hermione said.

Now in Nevilles room he’s standing in front of a mirror as well, his groomsmen busing themselves with the finale touches on their suits. “Clean up nice, don’t you Neville?” Dean Thomas said “yes, I do don’t I?” Neville smiled proudly, turning to Ron he said “thank you for doing my hair, mate” Ron smiled up at Neville with doing his belt “no problem, mate” Ron said back, then began to gush a bit “Hermiones taught me a few things”

Dean laughed and nudged Neville “well, we should get you out there before she is” Neville agreed and with that they made their way to the alter, waiting for the beautiful bride.

What was minutes felt like hours to Neville, standing with the officiater, in the five minutes it took for her to get to the door Neville had given himself a pep talk, more a speech, preparing himself to see Y/n. Then finally the doors open.

Molly and Hermione hand her off to who walks her down the aisle, brushing a few stray tears away. Molly went to take her seat while Hermione joined the bridesmaids in going out first. Her heart began to pump faster and louder as she saw the door come to view, the line of bridesmaids and groomsmen with linked elbows making their way out, then finally it’s Y/n’s turn, music begins to play and everyone stand to their feet.

All eyes are in the bride as her beautiful wedding gown is shown off, whispers of just how beautiful she looks. From the moment Y/n stepped out she locked eyes with Neville and wouldn’t tear her eyes away, Neville shed a few tears before he decided to not hold back, it was now settling in for him that Y/n is his, forever until the start align, and just how beautiful she is in her gown. Today was everything he could ask for and he couldn’t ask for any more, he could be marrying her in his pajamas and he’d still wheep like a baby, the happiest being her husband.

Y/n was traded off to Neville, handing her bouquet to her bridesmaids, her hands fitting perfectly in Nevilles, he looked her up and down, biting his lip and trying to keep more tears from coming out, but with a beautiful bride like her, he couldn’t help it. “Don’t cry, my love, it’s alright” she told him, he shook his head “with a angel like you in front of me? I can’t help it” she smiled wide, letting a few tears slip as well.

Molly handed Y/n two tissues, one for her and Neville. Y/n took the deed in drying Nevilles tears and whipping his nose while she did the same with her tissue.

“Well, let’s not wait too long shall we” the officiater spoke, opening his book he began to read aloud. Neville and Y/n kept eye contact, as if their souls had connected as one, they loved each other and you could see it from miles and miles away, they didn’t want anybody else but each other, and so it shall stay that way. “Now, shall we here the vows?” The officiater asked. Neville started with his.

“My dear Y/n, from the moment I spotted you it was love at first sight for me, I was a shy chubby kid but because of you I’ve learned to explore outside my shell just a bit, we’re still working on it” laughs rang throughout the crowd “people were always pairing off and being best friends, most of the time I felt like I didn’t fit in, sometimes it felt like I only have my toad, Trevor, or the professors” another wave of laughs “but because that fateful day when we were paired in Transfigurations and I was having a hard time, we completely changed our futures and I wouldn’t want to change it, now because of you I can feel happy, be myself, and love unapologetically, thank you for never leaving me even when people would give you hate for being with me, you’ve showed me what it’s like to love and no matter what gift I give you I can never say thank you enough for that, my beautiful bride, I can’t wait to be yours forever” once Neville had finished Y/n had to take another tissues from Molly because she began to cry her eyes out.

“That was so sweet” she said with a little laugh as she patted her eyes, with a deep breath she said “well, I guess it’s my turn” giving Neville a short giggle.

“To the sweet little boy who I helped in Transfigurations class, I don’t know how to thank fate for putting us together, though it think I need to thank McGonagall for that” again laughs rang through the crowd, luckily they had invited McGonagall who said a sweet “you’re welcome” a bright smile on her face “you’ve proved to me that there’s more then just wizard magic, you’ve helped me become a women I idolized when I was younger, a world without you is a world I don’t want to live in, everyday I wake up I’m thankful to be next to you, and to know that you are truly the one for me, I will never stop telling you that I love you more and I promise to help you with all your plants” even that one made Y/n giggle.

“Now, Neville, will you take Y/n to be your wife? Will you love her, comfort her, honour and protect her, and, forsaking all others, be faithful to her as long as you both shall live?” The officiater spoke, Neville nodded his head “I-I will” he couldn’t hide his smile anymore.

“Y/n , will you take Neville to be your husband? Will you love him, comfort him, honour and protect him, and, forsaking all others, be faithful to him as long as you both shall live?” The officiated turned to Y/n “I will”

Finally the words everyone was waiting for “I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss your bride” the part Neville had been waiting for, leaning forward he captured his lips with hers in a sweet kiss filled with love. Cheers and clapping were heard throughout the crowd.

The ceremony had passed and now it’s time for the reception, the first dance of the bride and groom with a song of their love played.

Neville took her waist and held her other hand, Y/n’s hand that wasn’t occupied with Nevilles was holding his shoulder so he could be closer to her. Leaning down a little Neville kissed the tip of her nose “you look absolutely stunning” Neville told her. From the many amounts of times she’s seen her blush he could never get over it “thank you, darling, you don’t look too bad yourself” she responded, they shared a laugh, twirling her and bringing her back to her arms “this is just chapter one of our story” Neville whispered to her “with many more to come” again giving her another love filled kiss.

[ichorizaki]

03. the family forest

warnings     infidelity

word count     4.6k

Your body felt hot despite the air conditioner being on full blast. You were rushing around, still dressed in your pyjamas as your husband barked orders at you like you were a lapdog while you struggled to help Tarō put on something that did not have Anpanman on it. It was the day of the wedding between Masayūki Hideo and Meredith Bonavich, and you would have been absolutely damned if you had to travel from Miyagi to Tokyo. Your family was flown out a couple of days ago to help prepare for the wedding at the Mandarin Oriental Hotel, which also happened to be where you were staying for the next two days.

“Kāsan! Okāsan! Do I look handsome?” Tarō took your attention as he slid across the floor in his Anpanman socks. A smile graced your face. You knelt down to meet his height, throwing your body towel over your shoulder to ruffle his already messy hair.

“Of course you do.” Before he could respond, your husband came yelling at you.

“Why aren’t you getting ready yet?! It’s almost time and we’ll be late!” Tarō’s proud grin immediately withered into a concerned frown. Your hand reached up to cup his chubby cheek and gave him a forehead kiss before rising to your feet with a quick glance to the clock. You still had two hours till the ceremony started and all you needed was 45 minutes.

Simply ignoring your husband, you headed to the shared bathroom to finally shower and get ready. While it took you a little longer because Tadāo misplaced the hairdryer and blamed you for being inattentive, all of you managed to head down to the reception area with an hour to spare. It was no surprise for you to see your in-laws already grazing the luxurious field like diamond-studded, jewelry-dripping gazelles.

Tarō immediately spotted his cousins and asked for your permission to play with them. Who were you to say no? He happily ran over with a spring in his step, hugging and greeting his cousins with a big smile on his face. Turning to your side, you were met with your sister-in-law instead of your husband.

“Y/N, how are you?” She smiled gently. She was the only one you could ever really talk to besides the other female cousins and the one reasonable aunt in the family tree. You drank in her appearance and your heart swelled with pride at how beautiful she is. The both of you were the same age, give or take a couple months, and were close enough to have a strong friendship even if it stemmed for mutual dislike of your husband’s infidel ways.

“You’re so stunning, Yumeko.” Her already pink cheeks bloomed a bright red, matching the colour of her coral lipstick. Yumeko laughed, shaking her head while waving her hand dismissively. Even her laughter was so lovely.

“Y/N you flatter me too much,” she pouted. “How are you? How’s Tarō?” The both of you began to walk towards the walls so you wouldn’t block anybody’s way. It was out of habit from the countless family functions. While your conversations were mainly small talk until someone else swayed or called for your attention, you still treasured them. The normalcy would only last for so long until someone got too drunk or too riled up or worse—both.

So you talked to her about your baking side business and how it was doing well enough to supply you with some extra allowance. You praised your son, telling Yumeko how he was being a great student and friend in class and how excited he was to be in elementary school. The both of  you had a clear view of Tarō and his cousins playing with one another, running around and snaking between the legs of tall pant-clad folks like the ballroom was their playground. You knew how devious he can be and his natural charm of being able to persuade a crowd (you’ve seen it happen with your own two eyes at his daycare).

Yumeko on the other hand, shared stories of her own dating endeavours. She had tried using Japan Cupid, Tinder, OK Cupid, and even Dine, but the men that she went on dates with never seemed to spark something after the date. Her twin occasionally hung around her during dates in her free time, and when she couldn't, her friends did it. You couldn’t even remember the last time you had a dating app. It was nearly a decade ago; you were sure.

Fifteen minutes before the wedding started, guests from the bride’s side of the family began to turn up. For most of them, they were surprised to see all of the folks already present. You were ready to spectate some fight or even overhear some gossip but you were more than pleasantly surprised to see the two sides mingling well. At least on the surface, it seemed that way. You’ve only been to one wedding on your in-law’s side and it was rather tame, save for the backhanded compliments and viciousness under a façade.

You found your seat at a table designated for your husband and son, along with Yumeko, her sister Yasuko, and your parents-in-law as soon as the wedding was about to be announced. The whole time, you stuck to the twins. After the main course was over (you didn’t really like it—it was too expensive to your liking) and folks began to mingle, dance, and play, you insisted on remaining at the table until Tadāo’s father made an off-handed comment that made your blood boil. Yasuko’s hand was on your back, gently rubbing her hand up and down as an attempt to calm you.

Not even your mother-in-law made an attempt to apologise on behalf of her husband when they both rose to leave the table and join others of their age. You shook your head, thankful for the colourful lights that hid how red your jade-adorned neck was and the translator’s voice booming through the speakers that drowned out your sinful curses.

“Let’s go to the open bar,” Yumeko hurriedly suggested, her purse already clutched in her hand.

“The wedding speeches are going to be over soon anyway.” Yasuko agreed. Her cold hand moved to give your forearm a light squeeze. While Yumeko had an apologetic smile, Yasuko donned an encouraging smile. “Tarō will be fine but I’m sure we have a clear view of the kids’ playing ring.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” you nod. The three of you left the table upon gathering your belongings and headed to the open bar across the ballroom. You noticed that Kenji was talking to someone at the bar with a shot of whiskey on the rocks in the hand that leaned against the bar countertop. You didn’t know if he had noticed you or not, but you didn’t care because you were already asking for a berry rose mojito.

You couldn’t find your husband ever since he excused himself after he had finished his lunch meal. Your best bet? He would turn up just in time for dinner or if he needed something from you. The thought settled itself into a hot seed in the back of your mouth. Yumeko and Yasuko were flanked by your sides, their own choice of alcohol in their free hand. While they sipped away at their drinks, you tipped your head back and downed the mojito in three large gulps before returning it to the bartender. The seed was washed down by the chilling, refreshing drink, but you definitely needed more than just a cocktail.

When she tended to you, her eyebrows were raised in surprise at how quickly you finished it but simply left it alone at that. The twins spoke nothing of it either, just being cautious as you eyed the waiters with trays of filled champagne flutes and bite-sized snacks.

“What’s the champagne?” You asked out loud, trying to fight the overbearing volume of the foreign language bleeding through the speakers around the ballroom.

“Dom Perignon Rose, 1998. A gift from the Bonavichs for hosting the wedding, we were told.” Yumeko informed you, sipping on her drink. Your response was just a hum of acknowledgement. You recognised that brand, and it was expensive. Noticing Tarō wave at you from the ball pit with a bright and eager smile, you raised your hand to give him a wave in return.

“You two go ahead and enjoy, okay?” You patted Yasuko’s shoulder. The twins smiled brightly, though reluctant to let you go but acquiesced regardless. With your head held high and just the faintest buzz of mojito in your veins, you headed over to the ball pit where your son and his cousins were happily screaming and playing with one another. Something that you noticed while approaching the play area was that even the kids from the bride’s side were playing along. The language barrier you were worried about, but they looked just fine. Entering the area, the kids who noticed your presence immediately came swarming to you, calling for your attention with none other than your son leading the squadron.

“Y/N-basan!” With effortless grace you squatted to meet their height, calves burning just the slightest from all of your weight on your stiletto-adorned feet. Your nieces and nephews alike fawned over the play area, saying that it was fun because the last time that they saw one another was their grandfather’s 76th birthday party a few months back.

“I’m glad to hear you cheeky monkeys are having fun.” Your hand reaches out to ruffle your son’s hair. “Was my Tarō being naughty?”

“Kāsan!” He whined as he sidled up next to you. Laughter and exclamations that no, he was being a good boy clamoured among the young children. He was forcing his face into a pout, trying to fight off the grin upon hearing his cousins vouch for his good behaviour. Kids always fascinated you with their innocence and trustworthiness.

From the corner of your eyes you noticed none other than Futakuchi Kenji lingering conspicuously outside the play area. He charmingly greeted the other guests with a bright smile, with a half-finished champagne flute in his dominant hand. You tried to pay him no mind, knowing that he was probably there to send your thoughts wandering as you wondered just why he was there.

“Kāsan, I’ll be a good boy, I promise! I even made friends with our new cousins!” He grabbed at your arm, shaking it as his body writhed animatedly. Of course you couldn’t help but laugh at his antics. He was way too cute for his own good and so were the other kids.

“Okay, okay. You kids stick together, okay?” You paused, comically looking around as if to make sure you won’t be heard by anyone but the ring of children around you. You leaned forward and so did they, your voice dropping to a hush, “I know how much you hate the adults.”

Gasps and giggles erupted like fireworks as you rose to your feet but not before Tarō asked to give you a kiss on the cheeks and the kids who wanted to do the same followed. For some reason, you were one of the aunts that they were drawn to. Yumeko and Yasuko were but older sister figures because even if they were your age, they behaved perfectly like a pair of five-year-olds. Eventually you left the playing area with your heart soaring and just the perfect dose of serotonin.

However, it just seemed to stutter a little bit when you realised that Kenji was making his way towards you. Or perhaps he wasn’t. Maybe if you just pretended that you didn’t see him walk up to you, he wouldn’t see you. Just keep walking, you told yourself. Just keep walking and maybe he won’t approach you. So you did: you kept walking in those sickly stilettos until you were blocked by the crowd forming.

“You really need to stop doing that.”

“What in the–” Your words got caught in your throat when you jumped out of your skin, heart threatening to ricochet through your chest. On the heels of your stilettos you spun to look at him with a pointed glare but you couldn’t help but let your gaze wander.

His long hair neatly fell in graceful locks, accentuating the high apples of his cheeks and the sharp slopes of his angular jawline. He donned a simple all-black suit with a deep maroon tie that had golden embellishments yet he still looked stunning. Wait. He’s not your husband. You shook your impish brain, dispersing such intrusive thoughts about a man who wasn't your husband.

“What do you want?” Your coral lips parted, eyes shifting to meet his gaze. Kenji raised his eyebrows in mild surprise. His lower lip jutted out into what appeared to be a weak pout.

“Why do you always assume that I want something, Y/N-chan?” He grumbled and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes playfully. “I just wanted to ask how you were doing and if Tarō’s really your kid.” Formerly you were thankful that you did not have a drink to muse to but now you really wanted a drink. You already had a husband who was lord knows where. If you were going to deal with such bullshit questions from Kenji, you were going to need a drink. A strong one at that.

“Of course he’s my kid. Do my husband and I look like babysitters to you?” You wouldn’t fault him at all to not know that you had a son with Tadāo. As soon as the both of you had gotten your degrees in university, he had fled out to London for a business opportunity for a couple of years before settling back in Yokohama with a now booming company under his own name. He wasn’t there to attend your wedding six months upon your graduation and you were glad that he wasn’t. Lord knows what would happen between him and your husband.

“I mean, next to him, you look like the babysitter,” he murmured under his breath. You chose to ignore the insult thrown at your husband, waving for a waiter’s attention. The timid-looking boy came up to you with a nervous smile and a trayful of filled champagne flutes. You took one and thanked him before taking a long slip of the drink. “But I’m just saying—he kind of looks like me when I was a kid, don’t you think?”

It took everything in you not to spit the drink in his face right then and there.

“What crack are you on and where can I get some?” He simply chuckled, his eyes lazily floating back to the play area. You mirrored his gaze and watched as your son led the army of kids around, having made-up adventures and having the time of their lives.

“Are you really sure he looks like Tadāo? He doesn’t behave like you too much and he definitely does not take after the big man himself.” You were stunned speechless. You couldn’t quite remember how your husband looked like when he was a child. Had he ever shared pictures of him in his childhood with you? You were never close with his parents, which was a wonder how his mother even gave her blessing. While you were stuck in your thoughts, lips gaping and closing like a voiceless muppet, he chose to add more salt to the pain. “He literally has my eyes and hair.”

“What are you on about?!” You scoffed and took another large sip of the champagne. As the sparkling drink danced down your throat, your feet began to take you elsewhere. Towards the tables? Towards the exit? You didn’t know. “The both of you are cousins; of course there may be some form of resemblance but that’s as far as it gets. You’re sorely mistaken. Tarō is Tadāo’s child. End of discussion.”

Another sip from the champagne managed to cool down the hot seed lodged in your throat until you noticed your husband’s figure across the room. You had to do a double take to make sure it was him—the lights were dimmed for the sake of the father-daughter dance. To your dismay, it was. The same crisp maroon suit, emblazoned with plush velvet on the inside, the same black tie that you made hung loosely around his neck with the top two buttons undone. Your jaw tightened. Dainty fingers manicured just for the occasion squeezed the champagne flute in a vice grip.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, eyes immediately averting your gaze anywhere but on your husband flirting with a woman who was older than the both of you. What was worse was that they clearly had a wedding ring that they both chose to ignore. Unbeknownst to you, Kenji had followed his gaze to where you were looking before cringing a tad bit too obviously and looked away.

“How many times do I have to tell you he’s a good-for-nothing son of a bitch?” He sighed, watching you tip your head back and down the rest of the champagne. Spotting a waiter, you waved them over. At the same time, however, you heard a gruff voice that belonged to one of Tadāo’s uncles chastising him for his words.

“Kenji, calm down. He may be married, but he’s still a man.”

Oh, the audacity. Your lips were pressed in a thin line, passing the empty champagne flute to the waiter. With practiced grace and poise, you gave the old man a vicious smile before it burned into a dark glare. You kissed your teeth to outwardly show your displeasure before turning to face Kenji with the same heavy gaze. He gulped, eyebrows raised in shock.

“You think I don’t know that?” Exasperation clung to your voice like a needy child, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes at the sudden outburst. With your heart sinking in your chest you took a deep breath, “It’s too late for me to start over.”

“That’s not true, Y/N–”

You didn’t want to listen to what he had to say. Your steps were heavy as they soundlessly clicked against the marble tiles of the ballroom. Even in your haste to get out of such an airtight space you were so polite, excusing yourself in a gentle yet firm voice, snaking between bodies with your head hung low in embarrassment. How fast were you going, you had no idea for once the ballroom doors were forced open by your arms, you found the lift lobby and immediately punched for the ground floor with such brute force that you were sure that your knuckles threatened to bleed.

Kenji’s figure was so tiny when he squeezed past the ballroom doors. With a bitter, tearful smile, you watched as your eyes met and the lift doors closed before you, taking you to the level below so you could breathe once again.

You didn’t care that your feet burned. Glossy tears clouded your view like broken glass shards and the world was but a broken kaleidoscope of colours. You ran until you were struggling to keep up with yourself. You kept telling yourself you wanted to tear yourself away from high society but you knew it was just your husband and his cavalier infidelity. The fact that he doesn’t even try to hide it hurt you more.

Eventually your knees gave in. Your stilettos were long gone, nude stockings the only thing protecting your bare feet from getting hurt by the cement ground. You didn’t know where you were, running aimlessly but all you saw was a bench. A bench that sat alone in a vast area of greens, yellows, and oranges. The world spun around you as you carefully manoeuvred your way to it, plopping yourself down before completely breaking apart.

Sobs ripped through your lungs and like a vicious tsunami, all of your pent up emotions came crashing down. Seeing your husband talk up a married woman where a wedding was taking place was the last straw. You couldn’t take it anymore. How could you? How could he? What happened to the oaths and the vows he had sworn the day of your wedding some forgotten years ago? You were once a woman with dignity and now you were reduced to a lapdog servant waiting for its owner hand and foot, never once treated with respect.

Pulling away your hands from your face you noticed how your mascara had been ruined. You were positive that you looked a mess. Blotches of coral, black, and pink mixed in the palms of your hands in a melancholic, painful dance before a frustrated groan came from an exhausted you. Swatting your hands downwards, the makeup—or lack thereof—fell like paint splatter. Your thoughts were heavy and dark, a storm cloud waiting to wreak havoc and flood the endless depths of your mind, but nothing compared to the weight of the one conclusion that you had come to. Unfortunately, you knew it was hard to–

“Y/N!” Huh?

You blinked back tears, slowly raising your head. You could already feel the hurricane-like aftermath of a headache from all of the crying and the running. It didn’t help that you barely ate during the first round of meal courses. Bringing your closed fists up to your face, you rubbed your eyes gently with your knuckles before realising that it was Kenji running up to you.

His blazer was no longer on him, tie loose and the top few buttons of his dress shirt undone. The sleeves of his dress shirt were rolled up to his elbows, cuffs unlinked. Sweat lined his forehead and you noticed the hint of sweat prints on the underside of his pits as he stood before you, panting with one hand propped onto his hip.

“You . . .” He gulped heavily, catching his breath. “You run so quickly.”

“I just want to be left alone right now, Kenji.” The godawful crack in your voice made you wince. You thought you had cried out enough. Apparently not.

Nothing but silence from him. You could feel his stare on the crown of your unkempt hair but did nothing to prompt him. You wanted to be left alone. You wanted to be left alone. Did you? Because for some reason you felt reassured that he was there. For some unknown reason you felt relieved and at ease within his presence. For some twisted reason you wanted him to hold you in his arms and tell you that everything would be okay.

“Listen.” He began. Kenji sunk down to his knees so that you were both face-to-face, but even then you were avoiding his gaze. Cradling the tip of your chin in between his index finger and thumb, he tenderly guided your gaze to meet his, and oh, was it an absolute sight. They were bewitching; intoxicating. His eyes were the dark orange of a sunset shining through fire opals and they burned with a fondness you’ve never seen from him before. They were gentle, as were his hands when they reached down to cup your small hands. “I hate his guts. You know that better than anyone. Don’t you think it’s time we get rid of his pigeon-hearted ass?”

The corner of your lips threatened to tug upwards into a smile at the weird insult. Pigeon-hearted? He’s so weird, you thought, but as you thought that your smile eventually bloomed like a flower in spring. Before you could register your words, your lips were faster than you as you found yourself asking, “What’s in it for you?”

“Aw, Y/N-chan, I didn’t realise you cared about my wants and needs!”

“I’m not doing it!” You sourly frowned. What kind of response was that?! His flowery demeanour dropped as did his voice to but a bare whisper. What’s gotten into him? You get that he was trying to help you—and you appreciated him for it, genuinely—but sometimes you just didn’t understand what exactly goes on in that pretty head of his.

Wait. Pretty? What were you–

“Y/N, I’m being serious. You don’t need that fucker in your life.” Kenji’s voice managed to reel you out from venturing deeper into your ocean of thoughts. Your gaze which had fallen to the ground between the both of you had darted back up to meet his eyes, “You can do better than that. It’s not too late for you to start over with someone else. For all you know, they could be right under your nose this whole time.”

His words tiptoed into the depths of your mind, settling in and making themselves comfortable before sinking into the pitless ocean. Maybe he was right. Maybe you could still start over with someone else, someone who means something to you, someone who won’t leave you in the dirt and someone who would love Tarō for all of him. Oh, Tarō. Your heart longs for the day he will no longer be afraid of the man who is meant to be his dad. You never meant for him to be in such a troubling and stressful environment and all you want for him is the best.

Kenji earnestly stared into your eyes, and you gave him your green light. You deserve a better life. You deserve another chance at giving yourself the happiness that you truly deserved. He smiled brightly when you said yes to his proposition, a smile that gave you butterflies in your stomach.

You maintained eye contact as he rose to his feet after squatting for so long before extending his hand to you. You frowned. Were you supposed to take his hand? You looked up at him, then at his hand, then back at his face. He huffed impatiently, the smile dissolving into a childish pout.

“Hold my hand, damn it! Let’s go back together.”

You stilled at the prospect of heading back to the wedding. You didn’t exactly feel like going back into a room full of people. You had your hotel card in the pocket of your dress (the only thing you thought was worthy of the painfully expensive piece of fabric) and all you had to do was leave Tarō on Kenji’s care . . . sort of. Maybe you could get the twins to take care of him instead. Tarō wouldn’t be too thrilled to have another adult male keep an eye on him.

“Y/N?”

“Huh?” You blinked. Crap. You were spacing out and you didn’t even realise it. “My heels are missing and my feet are too tired.”

You had expected him to laugh, which he did. You had expected him to throw an insult your way, or even joke about how you were growing old so quickly, which he didn’t. You didn’t expect him to offer you a piggyback ride. You threw him a look like he had grown two more heads and a tail, profusely refusing. There was no way in hell were you going to ride him piggyback.

“C’mon, please? That way, my hands are free when I take you back to your room.”

It was unfortunate that he had a point there.

With a sigh, you reluctantly let yourself climb onto his back. You awkwardly pressed yourself against his back, his hands hooking under your thighs and hoisting you up. While it was weird for you, you didn’t mind it. He smelled good, and he was warm compared to the chilly almost-autumn air. He was probably speaking, but you were too tired and comfortable to register his words. Exhaustion took over your limp body and eventually, your world turned black with a promise that everything was going to be alright.

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[galacticidiots]

Reylo Week Day Six | Future

“Hold still, daddy!” 

In retrospect, Ben should have known his mother wouldn’t wait long before passing down the ancient art of Alderaanian hair braiding to her granddaughter. Ben himself was only five when Leia first taught him how to make a simple crown braid, and he remembers very clearly how her dexterous hands guided his chubby fingers with infinite patience, weaving strands of her long, lustrous brown hair into intricate patterns. 

It’s with the same patience and good-natured smile that Ben sits himself down on the floor and lets his daughter work his hair into a braid. He can’t see what her little hands are doing, but her pulls and tugs are strong enough to make his eyes water. He does his best to keep from flinching. 

“Nana Leia told me alllllll about braids.There are all kinds, did you know, daddy?” She prattles on before Ben can get a word in. “Little girl braids and grownup braids and party braids and oh! oh! wedding braids! Daddy, did mummy wear braids on your wedding day?”

Ben nods. “She did. I braided it for her.” 

His daughter’s drawn out awwww causes Ben to chuckle. 

“Did she look very pretty?”

There’s a flutter in his stomach when he thinks back to his wedding day, even now, after all these years. His smile turns soft as he loses himself in the memory.  “She was the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

“Will you teach me how to do those braids, daddy?” 

“When you’re older. Much, much older.”

“Fiiiiine,” she sighs, and carries on pulling on the bits of hair at his nape, working them into one of the braids on the side of Ben’s head. 

“How is it looking?” He risks a look over his shoulder. She’s got her tongue poking out of her mouth, a look of pure concentration on her face. It’s the same face as her mother, save for the lips and the eyes and the ears and the hair. Really, it’s Ben’s face, but with Rey’s delicate features. 

“Very pretty,” she says, sounding very pleased with herself. “You look like a princess!” 

A chuckle interrupts Ben just as he’s about to reply. Leaning against the doorway is his wife, arms crossed over her chest, eyes full of mirth and smirking like a fiend. 

“The prettiest princess, my love,” she teases.

“I’ve always known I was the beauty of this family,” Ben retorts, unbothered. “Since you’re obviously the brawn.” 

Rey cackles. 

**

Later, when it’s just the two of them lounging on the sofa and he’s got Rey’s head resting on his lap, Ben runs his fingers through her hair, untangling it gently. Braiding has always been a love language for them. He’d taught Rey some of the more basic styles years ago, and though she always claims to be terrible at it, it’s something that brings her joy.  It’s a ritual of theirs, an act of love. A way to wind down from a stressful day, or something to do when they crave a different sort of intimacy. 

“I can’t believe my mother beat me to it.”

“To what?”

“Teaching Astraea how to braid hair.” It sounds petulant even to his ears,but Ben figures he’s allowed to be a little put out. 

“You knew it was only a matter of time.” 

She sighs contentedly when his hands begin the familiar job of working her hair into a simple side braid. A quiet hum is his only response. 

“Besides,” Rey cracks one of her eyes open. Her lips stretch into a smile. “I think she needs a few more lessons. That looks a little… wonky.”

Her hand comes up to touch the messy bride on the side of Ben’s head, the one Astraea had worked so diligently on. Ben chuckles in agreement. “Practice makes perfect.”

He continues braiding until Rey has dozed off. Her gentle snoring is the only sound he hears for a while, until his daughter’s feet pitter-patter across the hallway and into the living room. Seconds later, she appears, dressed in her nightgown and clutching her bantha plushie.

Before she can say anything, Ben motions her to be quiet and points to Rey’s sleeping form. Astraea nods, pretends to zip her lips and approaches the sofa with quiet little steps. She leans on Ben’s knees and over his lap to look at her mother's face. Then, she looks up at Ben, her eyes very wide, and whispers, “This is a pretty braid, daddy.” 

“Thank you, little one,” he says just as softly. 

She traces the ends of Rey’s braid. “What does it mean?” 

Ben tucks a stray curl behind her daughter’s ear and bops her nose for good measure. “Love, darling.”

[cheekysos]

Between Hate and Lust

Ashton Irwin x Plus Size Reader

Author’s Note: I plan to make this multiple parts if anyone is interested in reading more. I tried something new and included Ashton’s POV in this one so feedback is much appreciated. It’s not the best and its a little short but part two will be longer, if you even want part two. I also want to thank @petuniaisawildflower​ for letting me talk ideas and give me feedback.  I’m not writing this series to exclude any body type, shape, or size because everyone’s bodies should be accepted and celebrated. So I am very sorry if this in any way excludes anyone, that is not my intention. If there’s anything you’d like to read please leave a request in my asks and I will try my best to do it justice. If you have any feedback or ideas for part three please let me know.    

Summary: Y/N hates Ashton from school. Now they’re adults, maid of honor and best man at the same wedding, and forced to be civil.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of bullying, and mentions of sexual tension

Always a bridesmaid never a bride is exactly how you would describe your life right now. For whatever reason it seemed like everyone you knew was getting married. Normally you wouldn’t mind, you actually kind of loved weddings but right now you couldn’t help but feel cynical. You just caught your boyfriend cheating on you.

Your best friend was getting married and asked you to be her maid of honor. Obviously you were happy for her and you wanted to be a part of her special day, you just wish it wasn’t opposite of him. Ashton Irwin, the best man at the wedding and your sworn enemy since school. He was loud, outgoing and hung out with the douchiest boys at your school. Boys who were responsible for ruining many kids school experience, including your own. The group of boys mainly made fun of your appearance, specifically your weight and even though Ashton never contributed to the name calling he didn’t stop it either. You can remember on multiple occasions standing there being tormented by their words, fighting back the tears and you’d look over at Ashton, desperate for him to intervene and he’d instantly look away and stare at the ground.

You thought you had gotten rid of him once his shitty band started to take off but somehow he managed to stay close friends with groom and now you were forced to not only be civil with him for the day but walk down the aisle along side him.

It’s been about 8 years since you saw him last, in person that is. You’d never admit it out loud but every now and then your curiosity got the better of you and you checked in on him online. It was easy to do since he somehow managed to become famous. As much as he annoyed you it annoyed you even more that you found him attractive. It was obvious from the photos on google that he was starting to fill out, really finding himself and style. His arms were muscular and decorated with ink and his torso was broad and toned and shit was he talented.

When you first found out Ashton was going to be the best man you were annoyed yes but at least you had your boyfriend to fall back on but now you had no one to escape to if things got bad. Not only do you have to be a kick ass maid of honor but you also have to avoid your asshole ex and deal with your arch enemy.

Tonight was the rehearsal dinner and the first time you would be seeing Ashton. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t spend extra time on your hair and makeup and spend weeks picking out the perfect dress. You didn’t want to look good for him, you wanted to look good for yourself and to show him that you were hot and confident despite everything that was said to you at school.

You decided on a pastel pink midi dress with cold shoulder straps paired with some wedges. You pulled up to the restaurant early. You made sure to give yourself plenty of time to get there and help out anyway you could. Your stomach was in knots as you made your way inside, you hated that he could still get a reaction from you after all these years.

You walked up towards the stunning bride and greeted her with a big hug.

“You look gorgeous!” You gushed.

“Looked who’s talking,” she replied. “This is supposed to be my night.” The two of you banter back and forth for awhile until other guests start trickling in.

“I should go greet everyone. Please try to be civil with Ash tonight,” she pleaded. You made a disgusted face and sighed.

Your next stop was at the bar, there was no way you were getting through this without a little liquid courage. With a drink in hand you started to walk around the room greeting the bride’s family you recognized. You were caught up in your conversation with the flower girl and two drinks deep when you saw him.

Ashton’s POV

It felt strange being home after so long, going to a wedding where there are bound to be people from school. Like almost everyone else in the world you did things as a teenager you weren’t proud of but there was one thing you were particularly ashamed of and you would be forced to address it most likely tonight. Your friends in high school were complete assholes, with the exception of the groom obviously but he went to a different school. They bullied a lot of different kids and although sometimes you did put them in their place you never did it for her. Y/N. They picked on her more than most and one time you said something to them after she had ran off and they made fun of you for weeks saying how you had a crush on her and how you were a ‘chubby chaser.’ It shouldn’t have bothered you as much as it did but you were young and stupid and you did actually have a crush on her. She was kind, funny, smart and pretty. Now you’re here however many years later about to be best man beside a maid of honor who probably hates you.

As soon as you walked into the room you started to scan the crowd for her, embarrassingly you checked the brides Instagram every now and then to see if she posted pictures with Y/N so you knew how she’s grown into her beauty. While you were searching the bride and groom greeted you.

“Ash, Thanks so much for coming and being a part of our big day!” The bride greeted as she hugged you.

“Course! Thanks for having me,” you hugged her and your best friend.

“Grab a drink, mate and find your seat we’re going to get started in a bit. You’re at the big table with us.” You nod and find your way to the bar to order a whisky. While you’re waiting for your drink, you finally see her. Shit, she looks beautiful. She’s practically glowing as she stands there talking to two young kids. Her smile lights up the room and her body in that dress was enough to make your trousers tight. You were definitely staring when the two of you locked eyes. It was now or never you thought to yourself as you slowly started to walk towards her. What were you going to say? Should you introduce yourself? Or assume she remembers you? What if she thinks your a dick for assuming? You don’t want her to think you’re a conceited prick. Shit, she was even prettier the closer you got and her smell was intoxicating.

Y/N’s POV

Fuck he’s walking over and my god was he sexy. His black hair was slicked back and he was wearing fitted black trousers, a polka button up, and a black blazer. You tried to push all the nasty thoughts out of your brain, reminding yourself that you hated him. Your breath hitches in your throat as got closer.

“Hi I’m Ashton the best man,” he introduced himself as if he didn’t remember you at all. What a prick.

“Seriously?” You scoffed. “We went to the same school but I shouldn’t be surprised considering you’re a big rockstar now.” And with that you walked away. Of course he didn’t remember you, it was stupid of you to think he would.

But Ashton didn’t let it go. He swiftly made his way in front of you.

“Woah, I know we went to school together, was just tryna be polite hun,” his hand reached out to touch your arm and your blood started to boil. You instinctively pulled away.

“Oh so now you care about being polite?” You snapped. “And don’t call me hun, I have a name. Let’s do everyone a favor and speak as little as humanly possible.”

Ashton’s smile dropped and his face got red. He opened his mouth to respond but was cut off when they clanked glasses and asked everyone to take their seats. Although you were forced to sit at the same table, you were thankful it wasn’t right next to each other. You did your best to ignore him the rest of the night but you could feel his eyes on you every so often. It made you self conscious and aroused all at the same time.

Ashton’s POV

What the hell? That didn’t go how you planned at all. She wouldn’t even give you a chance to explain yourself, she instantly shot down your throat. It was kind of rude but you probably deserved it but you also deserved a chance to apologize don’t you?

You wished that the two of you were seated next to each other so you would have another chance to apologize. Unfortunately you were sat across the table from her. You didn’t mean to stare but the way her lips wrapped around the fork and her tongue traced her lips was truly mesmerizing. You mind raced with thoughts of that pretty mouth all over you specifically around your cock.

She stood up and excused herself from the table. You waited a few few minutes before you did the same, you needed another chance to apologize. It was obvious that your dirty thoughts had zero percent chance of coming true but you were hoping there was a way she’d listen to you.

Y/N’s POV

You excused yourself from the table and practically sprinted to the bathroom, you needed to get away from him. You couldn’t take those eyes on you any longer, you were minutes away from jumping across the table to either punch him in the face or jump his bones.

You caught your breath and touched up your makeup before you swung open the bathroom door revealing Ashton leaning against the wall.

He started to walk towards you, “look y/n I’m sorry about everything.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I swear I did say something to those twats once but they just started teasing me saying all this shit...”

You cut him off with a sarcastic laugh. “That must have been so hard for you, being tease that one time.” Your anger started to take control as you stepped closer to him.

“Look I’m trying to apologize but your not letting me. I’m not saying you have to accept it but you could at least be fucking civil and let me finish.” He scolded.

“You think now that you’re a big rockstar you deserve to be forgiven?” The space between you two was practically nonexistent. It took a lot for you to not attack those stupid lips of his.

“Quit fucking sayin’ that will ya? I’m gonna say what I have to say and you’re gonna stop bitching for two seconds and listen.” Ashton hissed. “Unless you need some help keeping that pretty mouth shut.”

That was it, you were practically putty standing in front of him. You wanted to be mad at him, to hate him but you were so turned on. You tried to remain your composure to form together a witty retort but as soon as your mouth opened Ashton’s index finger was pressed against your ample lips.

“I was young and stupid but it’s no excuse for not standing up for you. I knew it was wrong and I’ve thought about for years. I’m truly sorry for everything they said to you and I wish there was a way to make it right.” He removed his finger and stood back but still kept eye contact. 

  You could feel the tears pooling in your eyes, you had waited years to hear that. Your head was overflowing with so many different emotions you didn’t know what to do first. Just as you were about to say something to Ashton the two of you were interrupted by someone walking past to use the bathroom. And this time Ashton was the one walking away, leaving you standing alone in dim lit hallway with a whole lot of thoughts and feelings.

[josephinemoore]

I saw JOSEPHINE MOORE at a coffee shop in QUEENS today. I forgot how much SHE looks like CANDICE KING. They are a THIRTY-TWO year old WEDDING PLANNER who’s been in NYC for A MONTH now. Every time we run into each other, they are always KIND-HEARTED & BUBBLY but I’ve heard people say they can also be STUBBORN & SUSPICIOUS. FIGHT SONG BY RACHEL PLATTEN reminds me of them every time it comes on the radio.

hello my loves , it’s caroline again and i’m here with another blonde ! this is josephine aka alexander warren’s long lost sibling dun dun dunnnnnn. as always , if you would like to plot , all you gotta do is like this post and i shall appear in your ims as soon as possible.

trigger warnings :      mentions of child neglect , domestic violence , substance abuse , overdose , infertility & miscarriage.

BACKSTORY.

born josephine briar warren , daughter of robert warren and alycia reynolds , she was the youngest of two kids. the family lived in hermosa beach , california during all of josie’s childhood. 

she was basically raised by her older brother , alexander , since their parents were too busy with their drug business to care for their children. 

josie worshiped the ground alexander walked on. he was her very best friend in the whole wide world and she was fascinated by everything he did.

abuse tw :     her father’s alcohol and drug problem became worse as the years went by and soon he began abusing josie’s mother and sometimes even alexander. the little girl , however , was lucky enough not to receive any of the physical abuse. she’d learnt to run and hide whenever her father went on one of his rampages.

everything changed when she was nine years-old :     alexander wasn’t home when a particularly bad fight broke out between their parents. a concerned neighbor called social services and they ended up taking josephine away. she kicked and screamed for her brother but it was in vain , they took her away and she never got to say goodbye.

josie was put in foster care and spent most of her time holed up in her room , crying herself to sleep for a full month. more often than not , she’d wake up in the middle of the night from nightmares of her father beating her entire family up or of the day she was taken away. 

vivian and jeremiah taylor appeared in josephine’s life nearly three years after she was put in foster care. the couple immediately fell in love with the bubbly yet spunky blonde-haired girl and decided to adopt her.

it took josie some time to warm up to her new adoptive parents. they spoiled her with things and , more importantly , love and affection. but since that was something she never experienced coming from a parental figure , josie was reluctant and suspicious.

with time , she grew to accept the fact she was wanted and loved. josephine’s name was officially changed to josephine briar taylor when she was sixteen and it was a day filled with warm hugs and happy tears.

her parents encouraged her to follow her dreams. she was enrolled in the best school , as well as dance class so she could have something to unwind after a stressful day. since education wasn’t a priority during her childhood , it took josie a while to get the hang of things in school. thankfully , she managed to catch up and graduate in time.

her mother worked in a bridal boutique and sometimes josephine would stop by on her way home from school. she’d always her mom interact with brides-to-be , the way they all got teary-eyed whenever they found the dress of their dreams. the aura of the place made josephine happy and excited , so she’d ask to help her mom carry dresses and find acessories whenever possible.

she quickly realized that the wedding industry is where she wanted to be. but instead of being a bridal consultant , she wanted to plan entire weddings. so when graduation rolled around , josephine sent out college applications with her major set in mind :     event planning.

josephine was accepted into university of central florida and , while it pained her to leave her parents behind , packed her bags and flew out across the country to start the next chapter of her life.

in college she found herself. maybe it was the fact she was miles and miles away from her birth parents drama, or maybe it was simply the new environment. josie became chattier & happier , making friends wherever she went.

during her second year of college , she met the man who’d later become her husband. the two ran in the same social circles and quickly became best friends. they were there for each other during stressful times such as finals or when one of their flirtationships fizzled out. the two would only get together , however , a short few months before josephine’s graduation. 

they both knew they were it for each other and didn’t waste time moving into a small apartment after graduation. the couple ended up staying in florida since he got a job offer that he couldn’t possibly pass on. however, josie flew out to california to visit her parents whenever possible , or they flew in to visit the lovebirds.

josephine’s boyfriend got down on one knee when she was twenty-five. he proposed on christmas morning , in their living room in front of their tiny but filled with presents christmas tree. 

being a wedding planner , it took josephine nearly a year and a half to plan the wedding of her dreams. she obsessed over the tiniest of details and had quite a few breakdowns whenever a deadline approached. in the end , it all paid off. she had a picture perfect summery wedding surrounded by her parents and friends. the one thing missing was her big brother , alexander.

josephine always knew she wanted kids , even if the thought of being a mom scared her. she was terrified of being a bad parent like her biological ones had been , but at the same time she wanted to prove to herself that she’d be nothing like them.

infertility & miscarriage tw :     getting pregnant was a long , exhaustive process for the blonde. it took her an entire year to feel ready to start trying for a baby , and then month after month after month , the countless pregnancy tests she’d take would turn out negative. when she finally fell pregnant , she ended up having a miscarriage around nine weeks along.

the loss devastated josephine , who retreated into her shell and became distant. the two months following the miscarriage were hard on her marriage since she barely spoke to her husband , thinking he saw her as a failure.

slowly but surely , she went back to the person she used to be before and , much to her surprise , found out she was pregnant only six months after the loss.

josephine gave birth to a gorgeous , chubby baby girl named olivia grace moore. the baby stole her heart as soon as their eyes met and josie swore she’d do everything for her and never let her down.

having her daughter only made her miss her brother even more. she’d tried to find him throughout the years but never managed to. that is , until she got a lead. somehow she managed to locate alexander , who seemed to be living in new york for over a decade now. 

before josephine could share the news with her husband , he gave some of his own :     a big promotion in which he’d have to move to new york. it all seemed too good to be true , like something that would only happen in her dreams. josephine packed up her things and moved to new york with her husband and daughter , ready to start a new chapter of her life and , hopefully , find her older brother. 

PERSONALITY.

despite everything she’s been through during her childhood , josie is probably the bubbliest person you’ll ever meet. she’s always got a smile on her face and a positivite outlook on things.

she loves meeting new people , though underneath her bright smiles and sweet giggles , she’s internally side-eyeing you until she forms a strong opinion on whether or not she wants to be friends with you.

she still has nightmares about her childhood. though they’re not as frequent as they used to be back when she was nine , they still happen. when they do , josie is usually a bit quiet and distant in the days that follow. she knows she’s safe now but she can’t help but be overly alert of her surroundings.

more will be added when my brain isn’t mush

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

husband (major wc , will probably send something to the main later)

college / florida friends

good influence

bad influence

party friends

mom squad

josie’s full wanted connection list is here

EXTRA.

she wants another kid but she’s scared to go through what she did when she was trying to get pregnant with olivia

would love to open up her own wedding planning business

pls don’t ever call her josephine unless 1) it’s a professional conversation or 2) you want her to think you’re mad at her

(  @villagestart​  )

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Let's be suckers for Passchendaele together in honour of its 4 months and celebrate it with Daniel & Elizabeth's wedding blurb cause it's long overdue 😂 ~T

I’m like a whole month late to this ask - oops - but I wanted to do it justice. Short but sweet 🥰 

May 1, 1917

It was an exceptionally cold winter in 1916 and all the indoor spaces were being used for war enlistments or factories or were simply bombed to ruins in the city. So Daniel and Elizabeth were stuck waiting to get married in the spring despite promising Corbyn that they would to it before Christmas. That being said, the war was originally supposed to be over in months so no one was really following timelines anyway.

Elizabeth’s parents were more than thrilled when Daniel proposed – it was expected since it was obvious how smitten both of them were – and they offered their large backyard and garden to host the ceremony come May. Daniel’s parents on the other hand? They were torn. His mother adored Elizabeth but as mentioned plenty of times before, his father wasn’t a fan of the young suffragette. He didn’t speak to Daniel for a good three weeks after he proposed to her. Daniel didn’t care…or at least he tried to play it off that he didn’t.

Soon, the day was upon them and Daniel found himself at home, sitting on the side of Christian’s small single bed, alone, dressed in his military uniform for the third and final time. He hadn’t been in Christian’s room since before the war and once the family found out their eldest son wasn’t ever coming home, they virtually boarded it up. No one went in there anymore. It was exactly how it was left the day Christian left; his pyjamas still folded on his pillow and his shaving kit left open on his dresser. The books that lined the other surfaces were resting in organized rows but were few and far between since most of his collection was burnt by his father in a fit of rage one day, leaving only his favourite few that he had smartly hidden away under his mattress.

Daniel had thought about his wedding day every now and then as anyone would have as they grew up, but he never imagined doing it without his brother. He felt like sitting in his room would make him feel like Christian was with him but instead he felt suffocated, curling into himself as he fell sideways onto the cold single bed and smothered his sobs into the pillow. He didn’t know how long he was there for, curled up in a ball in his uniform and boots on his big brother’s bed, but the knock on the doorframe startled a yelp from his lips and he sat up quickly.

Corbyn stood in the doorway in his own uniform, his baby daughter sitting on his hip in a little dress and stockings. The two of them seemed to both be staring worriedly at Daniel.

“Hey, mate.” Corbyn spoke gently. “Your mum sent me to fetch you. You ready to head over now?”

Daniel dropped his feet off the side of the bed again, his boots clicking against the floor as they landed, and ran his sleeve over his eyes to wipe the tears that threatened to fall. He nodded, swallowing thickly.

Corbyn took a moment to glance around the room and he stepped inside, taking in the coat of dust that seemed to linger on all the untouched surfaces. Daniel stood up with a sigh and pushed a hand through his tidy hair, only messing up a bit as he did so.

“Come on.” Corbyn walked the few paces over to him and brushed out his jacket a little with his hand that wasn’t holding the baby. “No sadness on your wedding day.”

Daniel sniffled and nodded.

“I mean it.” Corbyn said sternly but still with nothing but care in his voice. “Only tears of joy, okay?”

Daniel nodded again.

“He’s right here.” Corbyn patted Daniel’s breast pocket right over his heart. “Both of them are right here, okay?”

Daniel’s nose scrunched up as he tried to hold in his tears through his third nod.

Corbyn smacked his cheek lightly, “Chin up, mate. You’re marrying your girl today.”

At only the mention of Elizabeth, Daniel couldn’t hold back his smile and his soft, “I know.”

“Plus, you have the cutest damn flower girl in all of England.” Corbyn said sweetly, directing towards the one-year-old on his hip. “Looking so gorgeous in her dress, isn’t that right, Frankie love?”

Daniel smiled lightly at his friend and his daughter, watching how the brown-eyed baby grinned a toothy grin up at her father and reached a tiny little hand up to his face. Corbyn took a second to pepper kisses to his daughter’s chubby cheeks to make her giggle before holding her out to Daniel.

“You can’t be sad when holding a baby.” Corbyn said. “Especially not when the baby’s your goddaughter.”

“You’re right.” Daniel mumbled, taking the one-year-old with a tired sigh and she leaned on his shoulder right away, making Daniel press a tender kiss to her head.

“Come now, I’ll even let you hold her in the motorcar.”

Daniel and Corbyn were in the backseat of the car with Daniel’s parents in the front as they drove towards Elizabeth’s house, the baby falling asleep on Daniel’s lap on the ride over. The Fisher’s backyard was decorated so nicely by Elizabeth’s mother and sister and even Daniel himself was in awe by it when they arrived. They had a few chairs set up facing towards the large oak tree out back and a sprinkle of white flower petals formed the aisle between them. Elizabeth’s mother walked Daniel through how everything was going to happen under the distasteful eye of his father who stood behind their small group.

Since it was just the few of them, it didn’t take too long to set up and be ready to go. Daniel’s father was going to officiate – it only took way too much convincing from his wife in order to agree to do so – and he took his place by the oak tree with his book. Corbyn’s wife had since come out from helping Elizabeth get ready inside and she found her seat with baby Frances on her lap and Anna and Daniel’s mother beside her. On the other side of the aisle sat Elizabeth’s mother and her grandparents and one of her friends from nursing school. A small group but it was perfect for them.

Daniel kept catching himself waiting for Christian to show up, his heartrate speeding up as the seconds ticked by. The hand on his shoulder startled him and he glanced back at Corbyn who stood behind him with a comforting smile. Finally, Missy – Elizabeth’s younger sister – came rushing out of the back door of the house in her gown, violin in hand.

“Sorry! Couldn’t find my bow.”

She took her spot near the front too, as Elizabeth’s maid of honour and the one who would be welcoming the bride in with the music. She tucked the violin under her chin and started to play. Daniel took a shuttering breath, as if the simple gentle notes of the violin triggered something unpleasant and he felt his chest tighten with nervousness, not made any easier under the stare of his father standing right next to him.

“It’s okay.” Corbyn whispered, grabbing onto his arm tightly as he saw him tense up, “Daniel. It’s okay. Just breathe.”

Daniel looked back at his friend and they shared small reassuring smiles before Corbyn was gesturing him to face forward again just as Elizabeth and her father stepped out of the back door of their house. Elizabeth was a vison in white and trimmed in lace and Daniel swore his heart stopped at simply the sight of her.

Corbyn had his eyes on Daniel, a calm smile on his own face as he watched his best friend watch his forever walk down the small aisle towards him. After years of heartbreak and horror and he was finally being rewarded with what he so deserved.

Daniel’s breathy tearful whisper of, “Christ” had Corbyn biting back a wider smile, glancing up at Elizabeth who was now within arms reach. Daniel took a second to take a breath before taking her outstretched hand and leading her closer, not tearing his eyes from her familiar soft smile and perfected curls that were tucked up under her long veil.

The violin faded to silence and everyone got settled, Daniel too in awe by his bride to even say a word to her and his stunned expression had Elizabeth giggling softly and she gave his hands a squeeze. They started with a prayer and Daniel took that moment to not only follow what his father was preaching but to thank God himself for allowing him to even make it there; to his own wedding rather than having his life cut short in two feet of flooded Belgian soil. He was hoping Christian and Zach and their friends were truly watching him in that moment…wherever they were.

For once, Daniel felt more at peace than ever, too focussed on his girl and getting married to think too much about anything else. Elizabeth simply enjoyed seeing his genuine smile back on his face; something that hadn’t really shown itself since before he was sent off to war. He was still her sweet Daniel and she loved him just as strongly.

After the ceremony, rings exchanged, vows said, and sealed with a kiss, the family headed into the house for a celebratory supper. Daniel and Elizabeth were sat together at the head of the table, hand in hand and beaming, Elizabeth absolutely gushing with love and pride and Daniel sneaking soft kisses to her cheek or hand whenever he could. When everyone was distracted with eating, Daniel set his hand on Elizabeth’s thigh to get her attention and she turned to him with a smile. He looked up at her, taking a second to admire her and her soft features and gentle smile.

“You look so beautiful today.” Daniel whispered so only she could hear behind their family’s loud chatter around the table.

Elizabeth smiled warmly at him, resting her hand on his chest, right over the two medals that were pinned to his uniform breast, and she leaned in close to press a quick kiss to his lips, “You look exceptionally handsome, my darling husband.”