#Boys Black Tuxedo for Weddings

[slayagami]

wedding day with izuku, katsuki, & shoto !

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i. midoriya

ִֶ𓂃⊹ ִֶָ izuku 100% could not sleep the night before

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ would arrive to the venue with you extra early to help decorate and prepare

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ his groomsmen were bakugo, todoroki, shinsou, and iida

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ best man was def todoroki

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ he got ready with his groomsmen, ranting anxiously to ida and shinsou, hoping that the wedding today would go to plan and be everything you wished for

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ right before the ceremony, he stood tall and proud with his back towards you, hands fumbling as he waited for the reveal. you stood behind him, wedding dress shining under the natural sunlight and giving you an ethereal glow

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ you patted his shoulder, giving him the 'ok' to turn around. nervously, he spun his body and locked eyes with yours, green orbs tracing your face that wore natural makeup, down to the beautiful dress you picked months prior after your engagement

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ his eyes grew teary, hugging you tightly and crying into the crook of your neck. hands glided down your back, feeling the silky material, mumbling how gorgeous you looked and how lucky he was to be marrying you today

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ your eyes watered, hugging your soon-to-be husband back and a hand to trace his fluffy locks. you kissed the side of his head, pulling him to look at you. your hand caressed his face, smiling stupidly in love

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ izuku wore a dark green tuxedo. it was almost black in normal lighting, but once the sun engulfed his figure, the tuxedo shone in a marvelous dark green, almost emerald color that brought out his features. his broach on his chest was a pink carnation, and his pin to his tie was silver.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ he looked so handsome to you, your heart growing warm and in awe. your sweet boy, was finally going to be (officially) the love of your life. through thick and thin, hell and back, in sickness and in health, life and death. your last name was now going to be midoriya

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ not far off, the groomsmen and bridesmaids watched from a distance, taking pictures and videos, bottom lips puckered out from the cute scene

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ you both read your vows in secret, saving you both the tears from your conjoined family and friends in the room. with the say from the marriage officiant, you both shared your kiss as people cheered and cried, clapping to celebrate

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ your first dance was to 'make you feel my love' by adele, you both singing to each other like you were the only ones in the room, crying softly in the lyrics

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ ‘i could hold you for a million years, to make you feel my love’

k. bakugo

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ katsuki is the type to keep a calm face but be so fucking anxious on the inside

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ constantly checks himself out in the mirror to make sure nothing is out of place, black suit hugging his broad shoulders and small waist nicely

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ his groomsmen consists of kirishima as his best man (obviously), kaminari, and sero. maybe midoriya, if it was later in the years and he actually came to terms with him, but i don’t think he would go out of his way and ask

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ he promised he wouldn’t cry, not wanting to be embarrassed in front of quite literally everyone.. but as soon as your song queued the moment you walked in, wedding dress enveloping you in a warm hug with a bright smile on your face, his eyes immediately glossed over

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ of course, he’d try to blink them away and use this time that all eyes were on you to be rid of his water works.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ his voice was shaky saying the ‘i do’s, but nobody else could tell besides you. i mean, he is your husband (finally)

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ kissing in front of the venue was the least of his worries, he could kiss you all day if he wanted, no matter who was looking. definitely held your waist tightly and pulled you to him, a passionate yet loving kiss being shared between the two of you

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ your first dance was to ‘the only exception’ by paramore, one of the first intimate songs that played in the car at midnight after your date in high school, feeling a strong hold and connection to this song

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ he held you close, swaying to the song with his face in your shoulder, humming softly along the words with you. tears slowly streamed from your face, while a huge and dorky smile was on his. though, he used your shoulder to cover it from his friends ad family, leaving it only for you to see

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ you both had your fair share with love problems. you felt used by others and unappreciated, choosing that being alone was better than trying so hard at love when it never worked

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ and bakugo’s young childhood never gave him the correct sense of love, only deprivation of it. he swore he didnt need to be loved, that he was all he needed

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ until your second year at u.a. when you were paired for a class project, slowly falling into each other’s presence and being. until the trips to his house lasted long after the project, becoming familiar with his family

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ you allowed yourself to try and be loved again, knowing full well that this would be katsuki’s first time, and might not know how he’d react in the long run. but loving him was too easy not to try

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ he tried hard for you. never raising his voice, refusing to let you open any door, bringing you food when he cooked or leftovers he knew you loved. he’d walk you to school, and walk you home, 100% attentive.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ sure, some acts took longer than others, but you never pushed him to do those things. they were all his choice, his timing, when he was ready and wanted to do so

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ your wedding cake was non-traditional, and you both opted for cake pop to pass around, putting one in each others mouth

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ ‘you are the only exception’

s. todoroki

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ another ‘calm face, malfunctioning brain’ type of guy

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ wore a plain white tuxedo, his undershirt a wine red. his flower combination on his chest being a red and white dahlia

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ his groomsmen were midoriya, kirishima, iida, bakugo, and kaminari

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ almost didn't invite his dad, though you persuaded him to let endeavor come anyways

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ as you walked into the venue, his eyes never left yours. walking down the aisle make him smile warmly, sporadic heart calming down. it felt to him like you two were the only ones on the planet

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ he held yours hands at the front, repeating back whatever the minister had said, thumbs running across your knuckles to calm your nerves

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ a little.. a LOT embarrassed to kiss you in front of everyone, moving to stand in front of you and block the view (except from the bridesmaids and groomsmen)

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ cheeks were flushed pink as you shared your vows in private, tears flowing down on your end. he held your ands lovingly and kissed your temple, reading his to you with a wobble in his voice

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ your first dance was to ‘merry-go-round of life’ from howl’s moving castle. a movie you both favorited. the same movie from your first date where you both laid in the same bed watching from your room

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ you two ball-room danced, smiling at each other like fools at the different music choice that held so much emotion and memories

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ he refused to leave your side the whole night, holding your hands wherever you went and telling you (whispering) how much he loved you

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ he reminded you how gorgeous you looked, eyes never leaving your figure in your dress. he was in complete awe, jokingly asking you to wear it everyday from now on

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ your wedding bands were luxury diamonds custom made, a pink diamonds heart in the center with his silver band matching and complimenting yours (the inside was engraved with your marriage date)

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ your wedding cake is a red velvet cake with white frosting, a cute mini-figure of the two of you at the top and faux flowers at the base

𓂃⊹ ִֶָ shoto dances with his mother in a mother-son dance

[mr2swap]

wedding gift for "dad"

I feel terrible about how things turned out for me and my son David, but there is nothing I can do now. All I can do is live the life David always wanted for himself and his husband, Andrew.

I met Andrew when he was just a little boy who used to come every afternoon to play with my son David, the two of them were inseparable so much that I came to consider Andrew as the second son I never had, the years passed, and I saw how Andrew and David became men, until that moment I never believed that there was more than friendship between them, they were always so fanatical of spending their afternoons training in the gym until long hours of the night, studying in long sleepovers that lasted all weekend week and rehearsing their choreographies for the dance club they were both enrolled in. I guess I should have seen the signs.

10 years ago while the whole family was together and David was next to him, he decided to tell us the truth, they had been secretly dating for so long that I almost choked on a mouthful of my wife's delicious meatloaf, they all seemed quite happy at that moment everyone except me.

I was so stupid back then that at that moment, I decided that the man in front of me was not my son anymore, I started treating him differently, I cut myself off from him and Andrew completely, damn it! I even felt sorry that everyone on our street knew about it before I did. I'm 59 years old, in my day all that shit was kept secret, of course there were gay people, but I never thought David would be one of them.

For the good of the family I decided to just ignore David, but when he and Andrew came to my house with an invitation to their wedding I just couldn't help myself anymore, I told David that I didn't agree with his lifestyle and if he wanted to be gay had to be done outside this house and forever, I wouldn't attend the wedding of two fagots, let alone let someone from my family know about it.

From that moment I did not see David or Andrew again, until their wedding day, I was alone at home watching the football game on television, my wife had betrayed me and left me alone to go to the wedding from David and Andrew, I drank a six pack of beers just to forget today's wedding, but while you were watching the game something strange happened, I don't know if it was the effect of the beers or maybe the strange wish that my son made, I swear that In a simple blink that I lived in slow motion I was transported from the comfortable sofa in my house to a hotel room.

I looked around surprised because my living room had become an elegant room on the twelfth floor of a hotel, believing that I was in an extremely realistic dream, I looked at my hands, they were no longer old and wrinkled, now they were firm and young, my clothes I had also changed instead of a dirty tank top that highlighted my huge belly and yellowed boxer shorts I was now dressed in a fancy tuxedo, I looked down in surprise that my belly didn't obstruct my vision to see my feet which were now in a pair in elegant black shoes.

-This must be a dream��-

I said out loud and startled by the sudden change in the tone of my voice, something seemed familiar in that voice, but I didn't know what it was, I decided to believe that I was in a lucid dream thanks to all the pain that I normally suffered in my back and on my knees they disappeared, with my long and firm fingers I held my hard and firm pectorals, even the sensations on my skin were different and for some reason my nipples were also much more sensitive.

I kept using my fingers to highlight each of my muscles, I continued down towards my chiseled abs, surprised to find myself with the hardness of my muscles instead of a grotesque round belly, I looked to the sides trying to find a mirror, so I could see myself better, and luckily I found one that was on the other side of the huge hotel room.

When I first looked at my reflection, I immediately recognized the face that was now mine.

-AHHH!!!-

Indeed, that was not my face, it was the face of my son David, I fell backwards terrified by the impact of seeing my son again and at the same time knowing that I was him, I remained silent for a whole minute making movements slowly while crawling to the mirror my eyes did not take off for a single second from the reflection in the mirror that imitated each of my movements.

As I knelt in front of the mirror, I examined my son's mature handsome face, his perfectly trimmed beard, his whitened teeth, and his hair which I had recently painted black.

-What the fuck is… This?-

I caressed my new face while making strange expressions with my son's face in the mirror, to verify that it was me who was there. Suddenly, from the other side of the room, the ringing of a telephone made me wake up from hypnosis in who was submerged while looking at my face.

I stood up and awkwardly walked to the phone now that I was aware of the vast difference between my obese body and the young body of my gay son.

Before I had the phone in my hands I looked at the number, immediately recognizing it was the number we had had in the house for years, less and less convinced that this was a dream, I picked up the phone and simply answered it.

-He-hello?-

For five long seconds that seemed like an eternity the phone remained silent, a hoarse and thick voice broke the silence in which we were.

-Dad are you?-

-Who speaks? David? for the love of god what's happening?-

-Oh shit! If you are the one in my body, I… I'm sorry, I think this is my fault.-

-David, where the hell are you? and where am i? why is this your fault?

I had to sit down for the long conversation we had that day, he doesn't know exactly what happened, he was just getting ready to go down to the reception and be on his wedding day, but it seems an unexpected gift arrived, from out of nowhere a mysterious gift appeared on the floor, it was in front of the door so I guess it was a gift from her future husband or maybe the reception had sent them something in gratitude for renting the ballroom, the gift box was simple and it only had a name on it.

From: Mr2 Swap

He thought the gift was a mistake, that it simply wasn't for him and one of the hotel workers had got the wrong room, but for some reason he couldn't leave the gift unopened, it was almost as if he was calling him .

When he finished dressing, the gift was still there and David could not resist the supernatural curiosity that invaded him, he took the gift in his hands and opened it, he was not expecting anything specific, but what the box contained surprised him, it was a simple golden ticket

"Valid for one wish"

David looked everywhere, but there were no more letters or signs of who had sent the ticket.

-A wish huh?… I just wish dad was here to see how I get married-

And after that we both woke up in each other's place, while there Disney was counting all this madness I looked everywhere even under the bed, but there was no ticket not even a gift box it was like after his wish was fulfilled would have vanished.

While I was still looking for some clues as to where that strange gift had gone, my wife also dressed in an elegant dress entered the room, as soon as I saw her I knew that she had to find out what had happened to me and David But the words wouldn't come out of my mouth no matter how hard I tried I couldn't say a single word about the exchange or about the real David now being drunk in my body thousands of miles from here.

-the wedding planner is waiting for you son, if you take longer on the phone, we will have to postpone dinner-

Caught by the magic of the ticket, I act exactly as David did, I took one last look in the mirror and with a smile I fixed my hair, I definitely wouldn't act like this in a situation like this, but David's personality was so dominant in to my mind that now that so much time has passed since then I can't believe that I actually married another man.

I drank a couple of drinks to ease the tension but as soon as I saw Andrew for the first time through my son's eyes it was like seeing him for the first time, he was a bit taller than me he had a lovely smile and had a body so fucking hot in that body hugging black suit that a boner formed when I kissed him in front of my family and David and Andrew's friends

I will never forget my first kiss with Andrew, his lips were firm but soft, his tongue was so wild that I was carried away by the intoxicating taste of his saliva and that slight taste of champagne, with his long and strong arms he caressed my round butt giving me a prelude to what would be my wedding night, the grip on his fingers dug into the meat of my ass like teeth, in my old life I never allowed myself to be weak, but now I enjoyed my newly husband's manipulations.

By the time the wedding ended I was drunk enough to let myself go, the real Andrew noticed my nervousness a bit, but he thought it was just the nerves before the wedding, I hadn't seen my son or Andrew in years, I knew what enough for the time we were together and for what his mother said to convince him that I was the real David.

Hours went by and it got darker and darker, when all the guests had left and me and Andrew went up to the room, the real performance began, the second we walked through the door immediately Andrew took my hands and he tossed me onto the bed like I was a wild animal I stripped naked revealing my son's years worked muscles, my heart was pounding like crazy as I watched Andrew take off his shirt in front of me, I had seen Andrew shirtless a lot of times when I was in my old body, but now it was very different.

As if they had a life of their own my hands began to adore Andrew's massive hairy pecs, I pinched those nipples that were in front of me and buried my face in the middle of his pecs, the smell was delicious, sweat, and a slight scent of champagne spilled on his shirt, Andrew seemed to be enjoying it even more than I was, his moans that must have seemed repulsive to me before now only turned me on more and more as he released one.

Andrew I can't contain myself for another second he took me by the waist and turned my body so that I was lying face down towards the bed, my legs settled as if they knew exactly what was happening, I arched my back and lifted my ass to display it in front of Andrew, this time the moans that filled the room were my own.

Andrew had plunged his face into my ass and with the same ferocity that he had desecrated my mouth he did with my anus, even though he had magically acquired the personality of my son David, all the sensations will be new to me, and my God. , what fucking incredible sensations!

As he used his tongue to please me with his strong, calloused, firm hands, he took my penis and began to masturbate it, for a straight man and I have done the old-fashioned like me all these pleasurable sensations were incredible.

But neither me nor Andrew were satisfied, Andrew stuck his tongue out of my hairy ass and slowly inserted his cock inside me, it was a painful sensation, but somehow familiar and pleasant, he fucked me so hard that day that surely we didn't let sleep to the people in the next room.

He was so drunk and so tired that day that I didn't realize when he had put me to sleep, and when I woke up to the rest of Andrew, I almost fell out of bed. Immediately, all the memories of the day before came to mind. I got out of bed as quietly as possible, took the phone and unlocked it with Andrew's face, it had 58 calls from the real David.

I changed into a pair of my son's tight revealing underwear and went into the bathroom, called David and told him everything that had happened that night, completely avoiding that Andrew and I had fornicated.

It was strange hearing my son cry in my old voice, but there was nothing I could do to comfort him, I just promised him that he would try to figure this out and not ruin his life or his new marriage.

Since that day I have been pretending to be David, every day is something new and to be honest it is exciting, thanks to my new personality I was able to fully adapt to David's gay life the new ideas did not seem disastrous to me as they would have seemed to me in my Old body, I always thought my son was a model or something, I soon found out that he and Andrew were the best strippers in the city where we now live, we had loads of money, I never thought fagots would pay so much just to see me dance, having fun, kissing and stroking my husband's cock in public.

It's been three years since then, Andrew and I have a nice house that we remodeled, a lot of savings in the bank, and we recently started an OnlyFans account as a couple, and he never suspected that she married her boyfriend's father.

Actually no one ever found out about the body swap, that's still our secret between me and David, and speaking of David we talked again after the swap, he has a hard time adjusting to his new life as a bigoted middle-aged man, all those stupid ideas that used to be in my head are now in hers but I think she's adjusting to her new gay son.

It's a bit hard to admit, but I prefer my new life, so I'll try not to open a mystery gift from Mr2 swap again.

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[fanonimus]

I bring you another dream I remember! Mostly.

The first one

Context: Sometimes I dream up random episodes about media I am obsessed with at the time with proper animation and dialogue and stuff.

So this is TimKon, which is less surprising bc I was reading Timkon fanfics before going to sleep.

The animation style is Teet Titans.

The dream is blurry, but I can fill in the gaps. Mostly.

There was no intro this time.

The scene opens with Dick, Bruce, and Damian talking to a nervous looking Tim Drake, who's in a white tux with golden accents. He looks nervous as Dick fits a golden flower crown on top of his black hair.

"You okay, chum?" Bruce asks.

"I'm nervous. What if he leaves before we can do this?" Tim asks, fiddling with the sleeve of his button up shirt. Damian batts his hand away, currently doing Tims makeup.

"Kon is a good man, Tim. You two are good for each other." Dick says.

"And Todd is armed with cryptonite bullets, if he does leave." Damian adds as he finishes off, closing the makeup kit.

"Damian!" All three say in unison, with disbelief. He just shruggs.

Fade to black, then to another room. Kon is admiring himself. He's wearing a black tuxedo with silver details. Jon is excitedly rambling off about all the fun stuff he and Damian will do after the ceremony. Clark is going over Conners confession or whatever while Lois fixes up his makeup.

"He's not going to come." Conner says, sounding dissapointed. Jon frowns.

"He's a bad man. He would surely ruin the whole thing." The boy says.

"I know, but he's still my bio dad, too." Conner says.

"It's Lex Luthor. I would be surprised if he did come." Clark sighs and patts Conners shoulder. "Focus on your husband, son, don't let Lex ruin this for you." Conner nodds, we fade to black.

Wedding music plays, we open to rose petals blowing in the wind. Conner and Tim smiling at each other as they walk down the aisle. Batfam, superfam, and all of their friends are there, cheering. Even some rouges were invited. (Harley vipes a tear in the background, while Ivy is the one contributing the petals. This was strangely specified.)

Jason Todd is the priest.

The ceremony goes on, when the doors open and Lex stepps in.

"I ob-" Before he can say anything, Jason pulls a gun on him.

"Sit down." Lex sitts down. Tim and Kon let out a small giggle.

They say their vows, and all I remember from that is the love in their words. It was warm and nice.

Anyways.

The only other thing I remember is the kiss scene. Tim pulls Conner in, and hey kiss, and then they break apart and touch foreheads, and they are laughing and crying while everyone is cheering, and Harley even lights up some fireworks.

There was also a speech Damian gave, and everyone cried. Damian talked about how he came to care about Tim and how the man helped him realize that his place in the family was his ever since he arrived. He also threatened Kon.

I think Jason and Stephanie also gave speeches, but I don't remember what they said.

This is it. Thank you for tuning in. This was a really nice dream.

Here I made some art for it:

[violetrainbow412-blog]

Day 5: dancing together

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After the horrible case you guys had just solved, JJ and Will's wedding was a relief for the entire unit. You thought that after what happened with the hostage situation that Will was involved in, the two of them reflected on the time together that their risky jobs could threaten and then the kind and gossiping Rossi made their work a little easier, which led you to that moment.

After the entire ceremony and when the newlyweds opened the dance floor, the first to go towards it were Beth and Aaron, still going through the honeymoon phase in their relationship, until little by little the others joined them. Morgan and Garcia were another obvious couple, Rossi asked Strauss to dance as a favor to an old friend, and many other agents were looking for a partner to enjoy the waltz. You hesitated for a moment whether it would be appropriate to look for a candidate to take you to the track or whether it would be better to sit and talk with your godson Jack or Henry, until you decided on the second option. You were only playing with them for a few minutes until there was a clearing of the throat behind you that forced the three of you to turn around.

"Hello"

“Hi, Uncle Spencer!” Henry greeted him happily. The agent looked gorgeous that night, with his black tuxedo and his bow tie messy as were his ties, and the shy posture he adopted made him even cuter.

“Hello, guys, can you allow me to steal a moment from Aunt Y/N to dance with me?” He asked both boys and Jack, whom you had confided that you liked your coworker, looked at you with a knowing smile and encouraged you to accept the hand he offered. “I thought you would come with the others”

“I'm not very good at dancing”

“That's lucky, because neither do I,” Spencer laughed. His hand felt warm and soft during the short walk to the dance floor, where the rest of your companions smiled at you when they saw that the doctor had found a partner.

His free arm wrapped around your waist to close the distance and both of you began to sway back and forth to the music, looking at each other with a smile.

“I think you look very handsome today,” you admitted, with some fear of making him uncomfortable, but to see the blush that invaded his cheeks and the pleased smile that he put on, that fear dissipated.

“You look beautiful too. And I like that color on you, it highlights your eyes”

"You think?" you asked flirtatiously, raising the hand that you had resting on his shoulder until you gently pinched the tip of his nose. “You are very kind.”

“Have you thought about how quickly time flies?” he murmured, looking you directly in the eyes “I mean, I still remember when Jack was born, I remember when JJ introduced us to Will, then when Henry was born and… look at us now. In the blink of an eye our godchildren are so grown up and now they're getting married and the rest of us are just getting older and older” you laughed and he did the same, the corners of his eyes crinkling until they were almost gone "I'm sorry. Weddings always make me sentimental”

“Me too,” you admitted. “And you're right, each year feels shorter than the last and time seems to be just a breath”

“Turn,” he warned you quickly, turning you on your own axis with one hand and hearing you laugh again. When you hugged him face to face again, he continued “Sometimes it scares me to think about it, but I guess that's what life is about, right? Of being terrified of the future”

“Or to love the present” you argued. A new song, even slower, resonated in the background and you dared to place both arms on his neck and guide his towards your waist, where he placed them without grumbling, “I'm glad you asked me to dance”

“I was debating whether to ask JJ's mom, but I was afraid she would do it better than me. At least you and I made mistakes together” he joked and you gave him a weak punch to the chest.

The whole time you were looking at him and although you thought that at one point his position would become uncomfortable, that moment never came. Everyone around you could notice the loving glances that the two of you gave each other and when JJ threw the bouquet and it fell into your arms, the rest of the guests could imagine who would be the ideal candidate to fulfill the tradition.

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[fashiondisastertournament]

ROUND 5 (SEMIFINALS)

Matchup #5.1: Pannacotta Fugo (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure) vs Gabriel Agreste (Miraculous Ladybug) vs Cecil Gershwin Palmer (Welcome to Night Vale)

The holy trinity of Fashion Disastrousness. In the past weeks, they have left so many others in the dust on their way here, and finally, they have to face each other. Only one of them will enter the finals, but which one?

Our first contender is a lil traumatized angry fork-wielding mafia boy: Pannacotta Fugo. According to your nominations, what is it about his outfits that deserves the title of the One Fashion Disaster to rule them all?

he cuts holes in the suits he wears, by choice, until he looks like a slice of swiss cheese - especially in the anime, where his color scheme is green

additionally, people pointed out his strawberry shoes, the purple tie tucked UNDER his shirt, strawberry earrings, and "spaghetti hair"

In the middle, we see a fashion designer. Yes. This is a fashion designer. Our resident meme, Gabriel Swaglesste Agreste from Miraculous Ladybug! He conquered a vampire and Satan himself already, but seems to be losing against teenagers, so will he yield to Fugo? With multiple nominations, he has made it into the bracket for:

the monarch outfit (above) and all other Hawkmoth outfits (one below, for other ones, click on the links!)

that "fucking peppermint tie & bright red pants (below)

the all-white skin-tight suit with pointy shoes" (below)

triangle hair which he often hides under a shiny bald cap

villain costumes that he creates for others

Last but not least, on the right, rises Cecil Gershwin Palmer. Crowned the Tumblr sexyman, is he also Disastrous enough to win here and avenge his husband, voted out before because of Gabriel? He has been often nominated for (all canonically):

his first date outfit being described as "my best tunic and furry pants"

wearing capri pants and a cummerbund to work

wearing yellow sponge clogs, cat ears, and tights to the opera

wearing "a black tuxedo and white bow tie, open-toed polished black shoes, a burgundy velvet cape, earrings made from repurposed car keys, and a top hat with furry tassels hanging from the brim" to his wedding

going to sleep in "a honeycomb hat, a Hawaiian shirt, and leather pants"

It's time to make your choice!

[ama0310]

My Girls (S.R)

Character: Spencer Reid 

Requested: No 

Type: Angst/Fluff

Summary: In the weeks leading up to his enrollment in the FBI Academy, Spencer Reid was meant to marry Eleanor Mae Black. However, on the day of their wedding, he inexplicably disappeared, leaving her stranded in her wedding dress at the tender age of 21. Fast forward six years and a haunting case involving his parents propel him back to Las Vegas, unexpectedly leading him to his mother's doorstep. Little did he know that this reunion would open Pandora's box of mysteries, leaving him with more questions than answers.

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2002

Eleanor Mae Black never would’ve thought life could be this good. God has given her the one thing she always wanted. True love. 

She never would’ve thought moving to Las Vegas would change her life the way it had.

At the age of seven, she moved with her family to Las Vegas from New Orleans and one day as she was riding her bike she saw a boy maybe the same age as her, reading a book at the edge of the sidewalk. 

Since she recently moved, she didn’t have many friends. She was rather lonely and she thought the boy was too so she slowly rode her bike towards him. 

As she made it in front of him she noticed him tense a bit, “Hi. I’m Eleanor most people call me Mae”

The boy cowered a bit before he slowly looked up while pushing his glasses back in place. “I’m Spencer.” 

She smiled at the bushy-haired boy. “Nice to meet you, Spencer. My family moved a few days ago from Louisiana and I notice you come to read outside sometimes.” She was met with silence but he nodded his head acknowledging her observation. “What are you doing reading out here?”

He seemed like he was contemplating leaving before she could do anything to him. ‘She looks nice though.’  His mind yelled at him to leave, but something in his heart told him to stay.

He took a soft breath in, “My mom said I should get some sun. She told me I was too pale and that if I’m going to read at least go outside.” 

She nodded and then pointed at the big book he was reading. There was no way she was even close to reading at his level. “What are you reading?”

He showed her the cover, “Lord of the Flies. It’s this book about a group of boys deserted on an island and left to fend for themselves.” 

He thought she would call him a nerd and then leave like they all did, but to his surprise, she sat down next to him. 

“Read to me?” 

From that day forward, they were always together. Though it was a bit difficult when he went off to college in California when she was still in middle school they still made it work. Phone calls and letters were their saving grace. 

He finally mustered the confidence to ask her out when they were both 15 with a series of letters. He would travel back as much as he could to see her and they would talk every day until on her 18th birthday he popped the question which is how they ended up at this very moment. 

Eleanor could hear the ruckus outside the church as she was getting ready with her bridesmaids. Everything was running so smoothly. The sun was shining, the local florist gifted her the prettiest bouquet she’s ever seen, and the town seemed to gather around to celebrate their residential genius and the town’s sunshine.

“Let’s put the veil on.” Her maid of honor squealed as her sister was jumping up at down. 

She couldn’t help tears flooding her eyes. It was almost time. She couldn’t wait to see Spencer in his tuxedo at the end of the aisle. She’s been ready for this moment since the second he started reading the Lord of the Flies to her that day. 

She turned away from the mirror her smile growing bigger by the second. Anyone and everyone could tell how happy she was. How in love she was. She was radiating everything she was feeling and nobody could help but match her smile. “I’m getting married!” She yelled as the girls screamed in excitement. 

“Ladies you all look absolutely radiant.” They turned to see the best man, Ethan. He was Spencer’s closest friend, and though they competed in everything he couldn’t miss the chance to see his friend happy with the girl he loved.” Mae, you look stunning. Honestly, Spencer is so lucky to have you.”

She couldn’t help but smile at her future husband’s name, “Thank you and who knows maybe soon you and my sister can tie the knot.” She smirked as both he and her sister blushed. 

“Maybe if we wait long enough for your kid, she can be the flower girl.” He joked making her lightly shove him. He then looked at her sister and cousin before motioning them outside. “Lena, Marissa. Can I talk to you guys for a second?” 

The two girls nodded. “Of course.” Her sister turned to Jazz, Mae’s best friend.” Jazz, can you just touch up her lipstick? Just a little more color.”

Jazz softly pushed her friend into her chair to put the lipstick on. For some reason, Mae’s eyes seemed to wander toward her group of friends outside. “Do you think everything’s okay?” 

Jazz rolled her eyes at her friend puckering her lips, “Oh yeah. Honey, everything’s fine. This is your special day. Knowing Spencer he probably didn’t want to gel back his hair.” 

Mae chuckled thinking about the conversation she had with Spencer about his hair. She swore she didn’t care about how he wore it as long as he was happy, but Spencer told her he would gel it back for her. 

She still couldn’t look away from people outside. Her sister looked back at her before looking away as quickly as possible. For some reason, Mae’s heart dropped. After some time her sister walked back towards her.

The look on Lena’s face did not ease Mae’s worries at all. “Lena, what is it?” Her mind went to her fiancee. “Is Spencer okay?”

A hint of anger flared in Lena’s eyes, “Spencer’s fine.” For some reason, Mae still didn’t feel any relief. “He’s fine. He’s just...” Lena could already feel her little sister’s heartbreaking right before her eyes. “He’s not coming. Mae...I’m so sorry.” 

The words struck her like a bolt of lightning, and for a moment, the world seemed to spin around her. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring the reflection of the radiant bride in the mirror. She clutched her bouquet tightly, desperately hoping that this was all a terrible mistake.

"What?" Mae managed to whisper, her voice trembling with pain.

Lena’s eyes brimmed with unshed tears, and she gently took Mae's hand in hers. “ I'm so sorry. We’re here for you. We will always be here for you."

A torrent of emotions overwhelmed her—a mixture of anger, sadness, and disbelief. She had thought they were inseparable, that their love was unbreakable. But now, all she was left with was a shattered heart and a wedding dress that felt like a heavy burden.

The bridesmaid tried to console her, but Mae's world had collapsed around her, and nothing could ease the pain she felt at that moment. Every plan they had made, every dream they had shared, had evaporated into thin air. She was supposed to move with him to Virginia for him to start his FBI training. She was ready to start a new life with him. 

As her loved ones gathered around her, offering comfort and support, Mae felt like a ghost, disconnected from her own wedding day. She wanted to disappear, to escape the cruel reality that had replaced her fairytale.

Present Day (Six years later)

Something was bothering Spencer. It was something he couldn’t shake away. His nightmares seemed weirdly real as if they were a memory. The case of Riley Jenkins wasn’t making any sense except for the fact that his parents were somehow involved hence why he’s currently paying a visit to his mother. 

The receptionist told him she was currently with some visitors which made him a bit concerned. As he walked in he could see a woman and a little girl sitting with his mother. The little girl seemed to be drawing as his mother seemingly was laughing at something the lady was saying. As he got closer he started recognizing the lady’s voice.

“Crash?” His mom called out shocked. The lady seemed to freeze. The little girl was swinging her feet still drawing. 

“Sorry to interrupt. Hi Mom.” He said before giving her a quick kiss on the cheek and then standing up not knowing what to do.

“I thought you were on  your way back to Virginia?” Diana was looking between Eleanor and Spencer. 

He still couldn’t see Mae’s face as she was still not looking up at him. He coughed, Um yeah. There was something that wouldn’t get out of my head so I came back.”

Eleanor couldn’t believe it. She didn’t want to believe that after all these years there he was. The one who she was supposed to marry. The love of her life. The father of her child was just standing right next to her after six long years. 

The second Diana said his nickname, she froze. How could she not? He wasn’t supposed to be there. She specifically planned her visiting day until after he left. Though her body was frozen her mind was going all over the place. 

The room was filled with noise but it sounded distant in her ears. The three of them were all still until Eleanor abruptly got up quickly. “Pres let’s go. Say your goodbyes.” 

She gave Diana a quick hug and quickly shoved Presley’s coloring book and crayons into her bag. Spencer Reid, still staring at the scene in front of him.”We will visit you soon, Diana okay? Call if you need anything.” As she turned towards the hallway, she realized someone was blocking it. She looked up and after six years she was staring right at the man who left her on her wedding day. “Excuse us.” She moved around him quickly pulling Presley towards the exit. 

After a few moments, Spencer finally broke out of his trance and sat down in front of his mother who was staring at him the whole time. “I didn’t know you still spoke to her. Let alone her visit you.”

His mother blinked a few times before nodding, “She visits almost every day. She and Presley. They bring me pie.” She explained then pointed towards the container of pie she had in front of her. “I usually tell her when you’re visiting and she well...you know.” 

He nods understanding completely. He left her stranded on their wedding day. Of course, she would try to avoid him as much as possible. After almost six years of dating, he left her as if she were nothing. But she wasn’t nothing she was everything. She was his everything. Which is why he had to leave. She couldn’t leave everything behind for him. He didn’t deserve her sacrifice. 

Then he remembered the little girl drawing, “And the girl...she’s Mae’s?” His mother seemed to want to disappear. 

“Presley...yes.” As she started seeing his mind start to draw conclusions she questioned, “I know you didn’t come here just to say hi. What’s on your mind?” 

And though he knew that his mother was changing the topic, the topic of Mae had to wait. He has to finish this case before he gets to a new one. 

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It’s been a few days on the case and as day goes on it seems like his parents had been a lot more involved than he wanted to admit. 

“Hey, man. Come on we just woke up. Let’s get coffee before you start to get lost in your head. I think we’re about to pass a cafe.” Reid flinched as Morgan pulled him out of his thoughts. He nodded before staring out of the window. Though time has passed, everything seemed to be the exact same. Even the coffee shop Derek stopped in front of was the same.

The doorbell dinged as the three men walked through, and the smell of coffee hit their noses. They all sat at a booth waiting for the waitress to come and take their order. 

After a few a familiar voice rang, “Good morning gentlemen what would you like to or--Spencer?” 

The men looked up, and though Morgan was confused, Reid immediately tensed up knowing who it was. 

“Lena...it’s nice to see you again.” He awkwardly smiled, not knowing if the lady heard of his return. Even if she did, he knew she wouldn’t have liked it.

“Wish I could say the same...” She then looked down at her notepad and back up at the two men in front of her. “What do you guys want?”

Morgan not liking how she was treating his friend raised his eyebrow, “The attitude is definitely not making me want to leave you a tip. So why don’t you change the attitude and try that again?” 

Lena laughed before shoving the notepad in the pocket of her apron and getting in Morgan’s face. “And you think I need your tip, sir? I really don’t need money from a jackass and his little friends. Thank you very much.” She then went into the kitchen. 

Before Morgan nor Rossi could ask, a man was walking towards them. He gave them a tight smile before pulling out a notepad and pen, “Sorry about Lena, she’s well, you know. Do you guys know what you want to order?” 

Rossi nodded, “Could I get a dark coffee a little bit of cream and two spoonfuls of sugar, and a blueberry muffin.”

Morgan rolled his eyes, “I want an apology. She was rude and called me little. I’m anything but little.” 

Ethan gave the guys a look, “Yeah, no-can-do. Anything else?” After some back and forth between Reid and Morgan, he finally let it go and gave Ethan his order. As the group received their food, the doorbell dinged again. 

A light pair of footsteps filled the semi-quiet cafe. “Uncle Ethan!” 

“Pres!” Ethan quickly placed the food and drinks down before kneeling and picking up his niece. “How are you, kiddo? Where’s your momma? ” 

The little girl squealed as her uncle swings her around a bit, and then bell dinged again, “I swear on my life Ethan Alexander you drop her, I’ll shove ice down your pants again.”

“Um, excuse me, can I get some more milk, please?” The three of them snapped their heads toward the three men in the booths. Rossi didn’t realize that it wasn’t a  bright idea to have their attention on them well on one specifically.  

Not wanting to leave Eleanor alone but having to he nodded and quickly left towards the kitchen after Eleanor gave him the okay. Spencer could see Eleanor sitting the little girl on the stool. His eyes didn’t leave them. 

“Pretty boy, did you find yourself a pretty girl so soon? Was it love at first sight?” Morgan joked as he took a bite of his sandwich, not realizing the depth of his words. 

Ethan came out and gave Rossi the milk before standing in front of Eleanor and Presley with Lena by his side. Lena and Ethan seemed to be staring at Reid quite a lot, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Morgan who not understanding what was happening was getting quite annoyed by the servers. 

“Yo, are you guys done staring at us?” he then looked straight at Lena, “Are you back to finally apologize? 

Lena was already a few seconds away from exploding. “I’m not the one who needs to apologize. Right, Spencer?” 

Morgan looked back at his friend raising his eyebrows. “Leave it, Morgan.” 

Ethan walked up to the booth, “You don’t need to pay. It’s on the house. I’m sorry.” He then quickly pulled Lena back into the kitchen. 

Reid stared at Eleanor, who was trying to wipe some juice that Presley spilled. He then decided enough was enough and stepped out of the booth towards the two girls. 

As Eleanor finished cleaning, she heard someone clear their throat. She looked up and tensed up before looking at her daughter, who was also staring at the man. It felt like they were staring into each other’s eyes forever.”Can we talk?” He asked, noticing her slightly flinch. “...please?” 

She looked behind him towards the two men who tried looking away when she turned her attention towards them. She nodded before getting the attention of the little girl staring at Spencer. “Hey sunshine why don’t you go to Aunt Lena okay? Ask her for the cupcake she promised you.” 

Presley didn’t have to be told twice and immediately ran towards the kitchen. They had about three minutes before Lena realized why she made Presley go inside and raise havoc.

“She’s a cute one. I’m assuming she’s yours?” He asked, looking at her while she stared at her feet. Of course, she was hers. They looked identical except for the brown curly hair. 

Eleanor coughed but nodded nonetheless.”Presley. And yes, she is. She’s my little sunshine..” 

He nodded, not knowing what to say. “So, what did you want to talk about?” She crossed her arms, looking at him straight in the face.

He could tell the anger was quickly replacing the fear/shock she had. “I wanted to say I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything, Mae. I…You didn’t deserve it. You didn’t deserve anything I did to you.” He rambled.

“It’s Elie.” That was all she responded. He was taken aback. “People don’t call me Mae anymore. I stopped using that nickname after the incident.” 

“Ellie.”He tried it out. The nickname sounded so foreign to him. “Well, Ellie. I wish we could talk somewhere a lot better under different circumstances, but I truly apologize. You deserve the world.” He then looked down at his hands. “And I couldn’t give it to you.” 

Tears started building up; everything she kept hidden away for years was surfacing. All the pain, the tears, the anger. “I didn’t want the world, Spencer. I wanted you.” She wiped the tears that surprisingly fell. “Then you left. No letter. No phone call. Nothing,” She sighed, trying to ground herself. “ Look, Spencer, there’s really nothing to talk about, okay? You apologized. Good for you. Please leave it at that.” 

He saw the sadness swirling in her eyes. He didn’t know how to make it better. He knew he couldn’t make it better because he caused it. He caused the pain in her eyes. The pounding in her heart. The knife in her back. He caused it all. “I..I–”

She didn’t let him continue, “Leave it, Spencer. It’s done. You ended it. I accepted it. We all moved on.” 

Before anyone could say anything, the kitchen doors burst open with Presley’s face full of frosting and her holding two cupcakes giggling like a madman. 

“PRESLEY DIANA BLACK, GET YOUR LITTLE BEHIND BACK HERE, OR ELSE YOU’LL NEVER GET ANY CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE,” Lena yelled out, half serious and half-jokingly. Though it did seem like a cute moment, there was one minor problem. Spencer heard Presley’s middle name. The one that matches his mother’s name. 

Time froze, and though Lena and Presley were still going at it, it felt really quiet. Spencer started piecing everything together, and Eleanor’s fight or flight instinct came in. 

She grabbed her purse from the counter and quickly went to grab Presley’s hand, “Presley come here!” She had to leave. There was no time to waste. She didn’t even spare her sister a second and immediately dashed towards the door. Spencer’s body moved faster than his brain, and he grabbed onto her wrist, which made her instantly swing her palm at him hitting him square in the face. “No. Spencer…just no.

He rubbed the side of his face and kneeled towards the little girl, curiously looking between her mom and the man in front of her. “How old are you, Presley?” 

And before Eleanor could stop her, she answered, “I’m five. I’m turning six soon.”

The revelation struck him like a lightning bolt. As the pieces of the puzzle fell into place, 

Spencer's heart sank, and he felt an overwhelming mixture of regret and responsibility. This was his child. He not only left the love of his life stranded, he also left a child without their father. While he was trying to process it, the two slipped from his hold and fled.

He could hear Ethan pulling his wife again towards the kitchen to calm her down. He stayed in the same spot until his friends were clasping his back, making him flinch hard. 

“I know it’s none of our business, but we should finish this case before you start that situation,” He heard Rossi say. Spencer knew that was true. He hated that it was true, but so be it. He didn’t say anything. He just headed towards the car, slamming the door shut. He had a daughter. 

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After the case finished, he finds himself in his hotel room with his friends, drinking a beer. Though he was never a fan of alcohol, it’s been the most stressful days of his life, and wasn’t even over. 

“So what’s the deal with you and the girl at the cafe don’t you dare say nothing, pretty boy, because it seemed like you lived a different life before you got to us. So spill.” Morgan sat comfortably on the bed, motioning him to get going with the story. 

He took a swing of his beer and blinked a bit, “I was supposed to get married to her. We had everything planned out.” That was definitely not what Rossi nor Morgan expected. Both looked at each other and then back at Spencer, who was looking at the ceiling. “We’ve been together since we were fifteen, and I asked her to be my wife at eighteen. It felt right. It always felt right with her.” He chuckled a bit. “She was actually supposed to move to Quantico with me. She was willing to leave her whole life here to be with me. She was always my biggest fan, you know. She cheered me on when I was in high school at twelve. When I went to Caltech. When I graduated from Caltech and so on and so on. She was always willing to give up anything to make me feel good. She loves her family and her friends here. I needed an escape. My parents were separated, my mom was suffering, and I couldn’t help her, I was bullied almost every day by anyone and everyone. I needed to escape, not her. She was happy here, and who was I to take that away from her? So cowardly, I decided to get a ticket to Virginia the week prior to when we were supposed to leave. I was planning on telling her before the day, but she was so happy. We were so happy.” 

Tears were slowly running down his face, “The moment Lena texted me that she was looking absolutely radiant in her wedding dress, I snapped. I couldn’t have her leave with me. And I know if I voiced any of my concerns, she would find a way to still get on the train with me. So I decided that I needed to leave. Leave this place. Leave my family. Leave her. And to this day, it was the worst pain I ever felt. She didn’t deserve any of it. She was–still is the most beautiful human being. She was my first friend and my only lover.”

The guys weren’t expecting him to spring all that out. It was a shock to them both. Rossi then tilted his head, “And the little girl? Don’t tell me that child is yours?” Reid gave him a look and nodded. “No fucking way.” 

“I messed up. I messed up a lot.” He cried as Morgan pulled him into a hug. 

“Reid, but you’re here now, okay? You’re here. They’re here. Find them. Talk to them and explain everything. Yes, you were being a dumbass, but you deserve to get a chance to get to know your child.”

Reid has done a lot of things in life. He lived through a lot, and he wasn’t even thirty, but one of the main things he only ever wanted was to have a family with Eleanor. He loved her more than the sun loved the sky. 

He nodded and immediately pulled his phone out, “Garcia, I need you to give me the address of Eleanor Mae Black, please.” 

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The next day he finds himself standing in front of the address sent to him. A beautiful white house, excluding a charm that captures the heart at first sight. Its quaint appearance contrasts the glitz and glamour of the nearby city, providing a peaceful retreat from the bustling urban life. It was perfect, just like the girls residing there. 

He felt like it was forever since he rang the doorbell until a light pair of footsteps ran towards the door and opened it. He was expecting it to be Eleanor, but he was met with the cutest little girl looking at him with a smile. 

“You’re the man that my momma hit.” She smiled as if it were funny. He couldn’t help but chuckle a bit.

“You’re momma definitely knows how to smack the living daylights out of someone.” He then kneels down in front of her. “I’m Spencer Reid; nice to meet you.” 

“I’m Presley Black.” Spencer smiled warmly as he gazed at the little girl, Presley. Her innocence and honesty were endearing.

 He shook her tiny hand gently, introducing himself once again. "It's very nice to meet you, Presley Black."

“Presley Diana Black, what have I told you about opening the door without grabbing me first?” She scolded before motioning her towards the kitchen. “Go, your breakfast is going to get cold.” 

Presley giggled, her innocence evident, and obediently scurried to the kitchen. Eleanor turned her attention back to Spencer, her expression now more guarded. She wiped her hands on her pants and looked up. “What are you doing here, Spencer? 

“Well, for obvious reasons, I think we need to talk.” He motioned to where Presley was once standing. 

Though Eleanor never really wanted to have this discussion with him, she knew it was only a matter of time. She nodded before letting him come inside. 

“I’m really going to need a glass of wine for this.” She muttered, walking into the kitchen with Spencer on her tail. Before he could say anything about drinking before 11am, he stood quiet at the doorway of the kitchen as Eleanor poured herself a glass of wine, and Presley added more syrup to her pancakes. It felt very domestic. 

As Eleanor took a sip, she sighed,” Sunshine, you will literally be eating syrup with a side of pancakes.” Grabbing the syrup from her sticky hands and quickly wiping her. She then kneeled down, caressing her daughter’s face. “Why don’t you go to the living room and eat today? Watch some tv and just relax before I take you to Aunt Lena’s. Okay, darling?” 

The little girl nodded happily before grabbing her plate and running towards the living room. Eleanor threw the wipe to the side, motioned Spencer to sit at the table, and grabbed her wine. 

As he sat down, he started to twiddle his fingers. “She seems like a really great kid Mae. Really happy.” 

She rolled her eyes at the nickname, taking a gulp of her cup, “She is really happy. No matter what happens, she always beams. My little sunshine.” 

He couldn’t help but smile a bit.”I used to call you my little sunshine…always beaming.”Eleanor looked at him. “You still are.” 

She finished her drink before staring at Spencer,” We’re not here to talk about me. You want to talk about Presley. What do you want to know?”

“She’s mine, right? I mean, she has to be.” He then looked down at his hands. “When did you find out.” 

“About two weeks after our supposed wedding date.” She sighed, remembering how hard she cried that day. “I wanted to contact you, but you never responded to anyone’s texts or calls. So I gave up before I could get any more hurt.” 

“"I'm sorry for leaving you at the altar," he continued softly. "I was stupid. So stupid, but that doesn't excuse the pain I caused you. I've carried the weight of that decision for years. And now, seeing you both here, I can't help but wonder about the time we lost and the choices I made." Eleanor's expression softened as she listened to him, and he could see the flicker of emotions in her eyes. 

"It's been a long time, Spencer. A lot has happened since then," she said quietly. "It hurt a shut ton, I won’t lie. You were the love of my life Spencer. I would’ve done everything and anything for you. But we deserve better. We deserve better than someone who ultimately ends up leaving.” She sighed again before staring him straight in the eyes. “Presley deserves to know her father, but I need you to understand that being a part of her life is not something to take lightly. She's my world, and I won't let anything hurt her."

"I understand," he replied earnestly. "I want to get to know her, to be a part of her life, if you'll let me. I've learned a lot over the years and want to make things right." Eleanor studied his face for a moment, searching for sincerity, and seemed to find it. After a moment of contemplation, she nodded. "All right, Spencer. You get this one chance. But I swear on my life you leave her, and that’s the last thing you’ll ever do." Spencer nodded gratefully, feeling a mixture of relief and hope. 

They sat in silence for a bit. Both trying to understand what just happened. He couldn’t help but look at her and still see the girl he fell in love with. She was just as breathtaking as ever, “So, how have you been?” 

Eleanor gave him a soft laugh,” It’s been pretty good. Presley and I…we made a life for ourselves. We purchased the cafe a few years back with Ethan and Lena. I graduated from the University of Nevada two years ago. Been a nurse at the Summerlin Hospital since.”

He smiled at her.” I’m really proud of you, Eleanor Mae. Not many people can do what you did.”

She nodded before pouring herself another cup of wine. “Well, all thanks to the gang and your mother. Ethan, Jazz, and Lena were amazing. Helped out with Presley without a single complaint. So was your mom. Diana was there every step of the way.”

“She didn’t tell me anything about you or Presley. It honestly amazes me she was able to hold onto that for so many years.” He chuckled. 

“Diana’s very sneaky. One of the many things I love about her.”

“You named her after my mother…thank you” She sipped again before smiling. 

“Diana is a beautiful human being. The best of all of us. It was an honor naming that little girl like the woman I always admired.” Silence took place again.“So when do you leave? I’m assuming you’ll have to go back to Virginia soon?” 

He nodded, “Yeah, it seems I extended my stay a bit too long.” He scratched the back of his neck before asking, “Would you like to come with me?” Eleanor’s eyes were about to pop out of her head.”You and Presley. I want to get to know her and would love to stay longer, but I used a lot of my sick days to work on this case here. And it’s the summer, so Presley is not in school, and I know you wouldn’t want to leave Presley alone with me, which I totally understand, and–”

“I can’t just drop everything to go with you, Spencer. Maybe all those years ago, yes, but right now? I’m sorry, Spencer; maybe we can work something else out.” He knew it was far-fetched, but he needed to try. 

“How about a week every month you come to Virginia, and I come back here?” He was pleading really hard, and she knew that. 

“Spencer, your line of work takes you everywhere. I don’t expect you to be able to always visit Presley.” 

“Then how can we make it work? I need to get to know her. She’s also my child Eleanor. We need to make something work here, and I’m trying.” Eleanor couldn't help but admire Spencer's determination and sincere desire to be a part of Presley's life. 

She knew he was right – Presley deserved to know her father, and they needed to find a way to make it work. 

As she gazed at him, she saw the same young man she fell in love with all those years ago, and a part of her heart softened. "I know it's complicated," she said, her voice filled with vulnerability and hope. "Presley is my priority, and I won't let anything disrupt her life. But I also want her to have a relationship with her father." Spencer nodded, understanding the weight of the situation. 

"I respect that, Mae. I promise I'll never push you or Presley into something you're uncomfortable with. I just want a chance to be a part of her life, to be her dad." Eleanor took a deep breath, contemplating the possibilities. 

"Okay, let's try the week-every-month arrangement," she said, surprising herself with her openness to the idea. "Presley deserves to know you, and I think this could be a good way to start."

Spencer's face lit up with gratitude, and he couldn't hide the excitement in his voice. "Thank you, Eleanor. You don't know how much this means to me."

"We'll take it one step at a time," she replied, trying to remain pragmatic. "Presley is a bright and curious little girl, and she'll need time to get to know you too." 

"I understand," Spencer said, a mix of emotions coursing through him – joy, anticipation, and nervousness. "I promise to be patient and respect your boundaries. I just want to build a relationship with my daughter." Eleanor smiled warmly at him, her heart softening even more. 

"Then let's make this work, for Presley's sake."

Over the next few days, Spencer spent time getting to know Presley. They went to the park together, played games, and shared stories. Presley's eyes sparkled with happiness, and Eleanor couldn't help but see the resemblance between father and daughter. 

Spencer was genuinely interested in Presley's life and eagerly listened to every detail she shared. As the week came to an end, Spencer prepared to return to Virginia, but his heart felt heavier than he expected. Saying goodbye to Presley was harder than he imagined, but he knew this was the beginning of their journey together.

“But why do you have to go, Spencer?” Presley’s bottom lip quivered. Though she is starting to accept Spencer as her father, she still refers to him by his name. It made Spencer sad, but he completely understood why. 

He kneeled down, dropping his bags next to him, “Sunshine, I have to go back to work, but I promise I’ll bring you back something cool, okay?” Presley launched herself at him hugging him really hard. Spencer’s heart leaped from his chest as he wrapped his arms tighter around her. He never felt a love like this. Spencer Reid is wrapped around her little finger, and he’s completely okay with it.l “I’ll be back before you know it, okay?” Presley nodded, letting go of him. He stood up and then turned to Eleanor. He gave a smile before turning to walk away.

“Hey, Spence?” Eleanor hugged him tightly before he could even realize what was happening. "Thank you for coming into our lives, Spencer. I'm glad Presley has a chance to know her father." He smiled, holding back tears.

"And I'm grateful for this opportunity. I promise I'll be back in a month, and we'll create more memories together." As Spencer walked away, Eleanor watched him with a mix of emotions. It was a whirlwind of a few weeks, and she knew there would be challenges ahead, but she was willing to take the risk for Presley's happiness.

And on top of that, somehow and someway, Eleanor’s heart still fluttered whenever Spencer Reid was around. 

[avaetin]

This has taken over my life---

@haiseiscute333

“Welcome to the Oscars, live from the red carpet from the Dolby Theater in Los Angeles! I'm your host, Kayla Knowles, and for the next hour, we're going to be talking to the many nominees and presenters of this show-...”

“-....As we prepare to welcome our first guest, remember to breathe it all in, because tonight, we are part of something truly special. Tonight, we gather to celebrate the magic of the silver screen and the small screen, where dreams come true and where Hollywood truly shines.

So, without further ado, let the Oscars begin!”

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“- Let’s just take you down the red carpet. As you can see, we have America’s all-time male sweetheart, Percy Jackson, in his black tux, looking good. You can see people yelling, trying to make eye contact with him. With him is America's sweetheart, Annabeth Chase, looking absolutely beautiful in her sparkling silver Gucci gown!”

—-

Comment section from the live video:

Perc4beth4evr: OMG! My parents are finally here! They look so gorgeous together! The perfect golden couple! ❤️❤️❤️ THEDaughter: Took them long enough to come out as a couple! We all knew he was dating her for two years now. ImOfficial: ❤️❤️❤️ BitterDingy: ❤️❤️❤️ HonesToxic: You're all delulus. They don't even look in love. I'm pretty sure he was with someone else. Perc4beth4vr: YOU TAKE THAT BACK!

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“Thank you, Alabaster. Hope you have a wonderful time inside as well-! Ah! Over there! It's the industry's charming darling, Nico di Angelo! Oh, he certainly lives up to his name - he looks so dashing and adorable in his white designer tuxedo!”

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Comment section from the live video: NDAPS: IM JUST A BABY— 😍😍😍 NicosAngel: NICOOOOOO! BABY BOY ASDFGHJKL Cat-astrophe: I HAVE LEGAL ADOPTION PAPERS PLS COME HOME WIV ME NOW Shituation: Everyday, I wake up just to see his gorgeous face 😫

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“Wait. Is that… Did Nico di Angelo bring a partner with him this year?”

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Comment section from the live video: NDAPS: HOLD UP. WAITWAITWAIT OUR MEOW MEOW BRING A WHAT NOW??? NicoApologist: Our baby grew up so fast 😭 NicosAngel: NOOOOOOOO!!! WHO DARES CORRUPT MY ANGEL?!?!

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“Oh my! Nico di Angelo did bring a partner to this year's event, and-! No. Nonononono. This can't be real. Who has the right to look THAT gorgeous? The press is going crazy over them, look at all those flashing lights! They're clearly wearing matching tuxedos as well! Is this Nico's mystery partner?”

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Comment section from the live video: NDAPS: HOLY JESUS CHRIST ON A MOTORBIKE! I MUST HAVE ASCENDED TO HEAVEN! IM SEEING AN ANGEL AND A GOD AT THE SAME TIME— Perc4beth4vr: Doesn't that guy look like Percy? Sorrynotsorry: Not everything's about Jackson. Clearly that guy looks way better. NicosAngel: I apologize for what I said. Please corrupt my angel, Mr. Greek God. For you, I'll make an exception. MY ANGEL IS SMILING SO MUCH RIGHT NOW I HAVEN'T SEEN HIM THIS HAPPY 😭😭😭 THEY LOOK LIKE THE PERFECT COUPLE, I DEMAND WEDDING INVITATIONS ASAP 🤧🤧🤧 excuseyou: Did Percy stop at the end of the carpet or was it just me who noticed? troll.on.a.roll: Kayla is us right now. She's fangirling over Nico just as hard as everyone else lol

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Kayla: Nico! Wow, you look drop-dead gorgeous! How are you feeling this evening? (hugs him)

Nico: Kayla! You look stunning as well. (hugs her back) I'm doing great! The best, actually.

Kayla: Oh, is it because of your mystery partner? (smiling playfully before turning towards the other male) Are we going to know his name tonight, or are the netizens going to have to do their thorough investigations?

Nico: (laughs) As fun as that is… Let me introduce to everyone, Aeon Oceanus. My fiance. (lifts one of his hands to show off a silver diamond-studded ring)

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Comment section from the live video: … … … … NDAPS: Did he say fiance? narrowcrepe: !!! NicosAngel: YUUUUUUS! I CALLED IT! I DEMAND AN INVITATION! FRONT ROW! ILL EVEN BE THE CARPET YOU WALK DOWN ON JUST SO I CAN SEE YOU GET MARRIED- excuseyou: Percy looks constipated hmm… Sorrynotsorry: NOT EVERYTHING IS ABOUT THAT TALENTLESS NEWBIE 🙄 Dundundun: But for real! I sense drama. Like, this guy really looks a lot like Jackson. I won't be surprised if they're related.

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Kayla: M-Marriage? Wow! That's amazing! No wonder you're glowing tonight. It must be love.

Nico: Ah, well, it's also my first time bringing a partner to an awarding ceremony. It feels amazing, knowing that from today onwards, I have no need to hide my relationship with my partner.

—- Comment section from the live video: excuseyou: Definitely constipated. Sorrynotsorry: Someone kick this Percy-stan out. —-

Kayla: And how about you… Mr. Oceanus?

Aeon: Aeon’s fine.

Kayla: How are you feeling tonight?

Aeon: I feel like I’m on cloud nine (smiles warmly). Having the love of my life acknowledge our relationship publicly, and having the public know that I am his as much as he’s mine… (pulls Nico close to press a kiss to his forehead) Perfect. Everything’s perfect.

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Comment section from the live video: NDAPS: HE SAID THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE OMG!!! EAT THAT PERCABETH SHIPPERS, YOU CAN HAVE YOUR GOLDEN COUPLE, WE HAVE OUR PLATINUM COUPLE! NicosAngel: 😭🥳😭🥳😭🥳😭 Perc4beth4evr: !!! Shituation: The way Nico closed his eyes, and his lips curling to the softest of smiles when Aeon pulled him close and kissed his forehead--- Dear God, I have a new reason to wake up everyday

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Kayla: That’s wonderful! All right, I won’t keep you guys any longer. I hope you enjoy the rest of the evening. And Nico, all the best for the awarding!

Kayla: (whispers, but microphone catches it) And all the best for your wedding.

Nico: (laughs) Thanks, Kayla. (walks into the event with Aeon, hand-in-hand)

[niallerspayno]

Faking It - Final Chapter

Masterlist

One year later

The grand ballroom of the historic estate is awash in golden light, the glow of chandeliers casting a warm sheen over the gathered crowd. Hundreds of guests—celebrities, industry executives, and media personnel—fill the space, all waiting to witness the culmination of the love story that had captivated millions. The PR-organized wedding was, in every sense, a spectacle.

You stand just out of view, the elaborate lace train of your designer gown fanned out behind you. The bouquet in your trembling hands feels heavy, a physical manifestation of the weight of the moment. The soft strains of violins signal the beginning of the ceremony, and your breath catches as the double doors swing open.

As you step into the aisle, the crowd rises, a sea of familiar and unfamiliar faces turning toward you. Your gaze sweeps past them, ignoring the camera flashes and murmurs. Instead, it locks onto Liam, standing at the end of the aisle, waiting for you.

He looks breathtaking in his tailored tuxedo, his expression warm and reassuring. The sight of him steadies your nerves, and with each step, the world around you fades. The grandeur of the moment is overwhelming, but it’s his eyes—gentle and unwavering—that anchor you.

And then, as if summoned by the moment, memories of your real wedding flood your mind.

...

The real wedding a few weeks before was a dream—your dream, far from the chaos of press coverage and public scrutiny. It had been tucked away in the countryside, at a small stone chapel draped in ivy and surrounded by rolling green hills. The only sounds were the soft rustling of leaves in the breeze and the occasional birdsong, a serene backdrop for what would be the most important day of your life.

Inside, the chapel was warm and intimate, lit by soft candlelight. Rows of simple wooden pews were sparsely filled—just close family and the boys, along with Paul, who stood by the entrance waiting for you. When you caught his eye, he offered you a reassuring smile and held out his arm.

“You ready, kid?” Paul asked, his voice gruff but kind.

You nodded, nerves tangling with excitement. “More than ready.”

The moment the doors opened, your breath hitched. Liam was standing at the end of the aisle, dressed in a classic black suit that fit him perfectly, his hair styled just enough to look polished but still unmistakably him. His hands were clasped in front of him, but the way his jaw fell slack and his eyes widened at the sight of you was unforgettable.

He didn’t blink. He didn’t even move for a moment. It was as though time had stopped for him, and in his gaze, you saw every ounce of his love and devotion. A faint blush crept across his cheeks, and his lips parted, as if he were about to say something but couldn’t find the words.

Behind him, the boys were a mess of emotions. Louis was grinning ear to ear, his hands clutched dramatically over his heart. Niall wiped at his eyes, pretending he wasn’t crying. Harry and Zayn exchanged a knowing look, both smiling softly, though Zayn’s eyes glistened with unshed tears.

“She’s perfect,” Harry whispered to Liam, loud enough for you to hear. Liam didn’t respond; his focus was solely on you.

Paul leaned in as you reached the aisle’s midpoint. “He’s a goner,” he murmured with a chuckle, and you couldn’t help but laugh quietly through your happy tears.

When you reached Liam, Paul stepped aside, patting him on the shoulder. “Take care of her,” Paul said, his tone gentle but firm. Liam nodded, his face softening as he took your hands in his.

“You look... wow,” he breathed, his voice so full of emotion it made your heart ache in the best way. “You’re stunning.”

“So are you,” you whispered, your smile trembling.

The ceremony was simple, just as you wanted. No grand speeches or flashy traditions, just pure, heartfelt moments. When it came time for your vows, Liam held your hands tighter, his thumb brushing over your knuckles as he spoke.

“I didn’t think I’d ever find someone who truly understood me,” he began, his voice steady but thick with emotion. “Someone who’s seen me at my best and my worst and still looks at me like you do. You’ve been my best friend, my constant, through everything. And standing here, I know—without a doubt—that you’re my home, my heart, my everything.”

There wasn’t a dry eye in the chapel. Even Louis sniffled loudly, muttering something about allergies.

When it was your turn, you could barely speak through the lump in your throat. “Liam, you’ve been my rock, my light, and my greatest love,” you said, your voice shaking. “You’ve made me laugh when I wanted to cry, held me together when I felt like falling apart, and believed in me when I couldn’t believe in myself. I promise to love you, to stand by you, and to choose you—every single day—for the rest of our lives.”

Liam’s tears spilled over, but he smiled so brightly it made your heart feel like it might burst.

When the officiant pronounced you husband and wife, Liam didn’t hesitate. He pulled you into a kiss that was soft, deep, and full of unspoken promises. The boys erupted into cheers, Louis whistling loudly while Niall shouted, “That’s our boy!”

The reception was as intimate as the ceremony. Fairy lights twinkled above as you all gathered outside, dancing and laughing under the stars. Niall brought out his guitar, serenading the small group with a mix of your favourite songs, and at one point, Louis and Harry drunkenly attempted to choreograph a dance, much to everyone’s amusement.

It was perfect in every way that mattered. No cameras, no staged moments—just love, laughter, and the people who meant the most to you. And as Liam twirled you around on the makeshift dance floor, his eyes never leaving yours, you knew this was the moment you’d cherish forever.

...

The memory makes your chest tighten with emotion as you step closer to Liam now. The stark contrast between the intimate moment you shared months ago and the theatrical production unfolding around you is almost laughable. But when Liam’s hand reaches out to you, the warmth in his touch erases any doubt.

As the officiant begins to speak, you glance down at your engagement ring—the same one Liam slipped onto your finger during that private, quiet night when you’d first said “yes.” It’s hidden beneath the dazzling PR-approved wedding band, but you know it’s there. You smile softly, knowing the truth: this moment, as grand and public as it is, is a performance for everyone else. The real thing had already happened.

When Liam says, “I do,” his voice is steady, but the way his thumb brushes over your knuckles tells you he’s thinking the same thing. This might be for show, but you are real. He is real. And nothing—not the cameras, the headlines, or the carefully crafted narrative—can take that away.

As the officiant pronounces you husband and wife, Liam pulls you into a kiss that feels like a promise all over again. The crowd erupts into cheers, but you hear none of it. All you feel is him—steady, grounding, and yours. Always yours.

[themurderofcrowscollective]

I do not care how many proposal writings or fanart there is, I'm writing it.

When Soap had the balls and the ring to propose to Ghost, he did it during Ghost's birthday at his favorite restaurant. Ghost bluescreened for a moment before laughing slightly and then loudly as he holds up one finger to Soap and takes out his own ring box before responding to Soap's 'Will ye marry me?' with 'Not if you don't marry me'.

I shit you not, tears were had and they start laughing with wheezes as the two are congratulated by anyone around them.

Now for the wedding.

Because of a fucking bet, Soap had to wear a dress and Price became a richer man. But also Ghost had to wear a dress and Gaz became a richer man. So they both went out to get fitted for wedding dresses and were shocked to find each other in the same wedding gown boutique. They both decided to just not look at each other to save it for their wedding day and boy howdy was it a surprise. By the time the wedding came to be, it was perfectly decorated to Soap's and Ghost's likings and everyone was curious about what their suits would look like only to discover Ghost at the altar in a beautiful black wedding dress that made him look 100 times more stunning. Surely they thought Soap would be wearing a tuxedo too, but NOPE, he was also wearing a white wedding dress with a fucking veil. As his dad walked him down the aisle, you could tell Soap and his dad were trying not to burst into laughter but as Soap locked eyes with Ghost, he saw Simon and Simon saw Johnny. Johnny really tried not to get emotional and it worked, but his dad was already tearing up. By the time Johnny got to the alter and the vows were said and done, he and Simon went in for the kiss before grabbing each other by the waist and ripping off their dresses to reveal secret pants and dress shoes underneath. Funny enough they planned that bit and everyone was wowed! Was it a bad idea to make a bet with Gaz and Price? Yes, but was it worth it? Oh yeah.

[fookinstevienicks]

doctor odyssey 1x06 I Always Cry at Weddings livebog

cw: suicide

spoilers below the cut

god i love the structure of the episodes with the passengers coming through the blue tunnel with the weekly theme appropriate videos playing

why is the wedding party boarding in their wedding outfits? are they going straight to the ceremony? why am i even asking. they're doing it for the Aesthetique™️

this woman is literally every white girl i went to high school with

captain massey loves love. i love captain dad

how is he supposed to know where your mother is, bratleigh?

vaginismus 2 electric boogaloo lmao. vaginismus is the It Girl on ABC

MAX SAT ON THE BED WITH THEM WHILE THEY'RE ATTACHED AT THE COOCHIE WHY ARE YOU SO AWKWARD

max what made you think that himbo would know the scientific name of a rare strain of ringworm?

he absolutely is a complete jackass and he will not handle it and as medical professionals you should do it yourselves and you should also know that as medical professionals come ON

oh avery you are not very over it

i know bratleigh's mama voted for trump. i know she did

the only members of the wedding party i remember the names of are bennett and deyja

thank you for repeating your name so much eric so i can remember it

bratleigh is Lisa but i'ma keep calling her bratleigh until further notice

this is one of the best depictions of a panic attack i've ever seen on tv. "i have seen bad things. real bad things. and this is not one of them." like. this show is so stupid and so absolutely lovely at the same time.

what's your mommy gonna do bratleigh? it's ringworm

AVERY. NOT A GREAT STRATEGY. bratleigh is 100% going to turn on you like a rabid weasel.

and there it is. but that passive aggressive shade was A++ no notes

this scene of Eric in the dark blue hall with the beam of light shining on that awful cake is gorgeous. even the cake is less ugly.

if i didn't already know what happens i'd be really concerned about why he's walking around in his tuxedo but it's just so sad

the quick cut to black on an exhalation of breath is chilling. this is extremely well done. i'm impressed, stupid boat show (affectionate)

they had sensors that caught someone falling off the boat just a few episodes ago but not now?

thank you for asking the question captain i appreciate the exposition genuinely

i love how captain massey is a lifelong sailor but he's not hardened or unempathetic or macho. he's openly weeping in front of all of his passengers over the death of one of them. it would have been so easy for him to be a salty sea dog stereotype. don johnson you are doing a fucking fabulous job

i love my found boat family. i love captain dad.

oh mama. i'm sorry for calling you a trump voter.

all of these people ignoring how they and everyone around them feels to maintain an illusion created and imposed on them by white supremacist heteronormativity. repression don't help nobody including y'all.

i cannot believe they're breaking into wedding cake. i mean i also don't blame them. no reason to waste a perfectly good cake. also why am i pretending i don't think that's exactly what they would do i watch this show. just please don't let captain dad catch them he'd be so disappointed and i can't handle it

and now we're making bucketlists. see they can set goals for character development to tell interesting stories. (make a note timothy minear)

i love that tristan's nickname for max is doctor odyssey.

Tristan's bucketlist: kitesurf. you live on a cruise ship how have you not already taken an excursion to do that. that's more surprising than the threesome thing tbh. there's a whole pandemic avery and people don't wash their hands much less their everything else break a world record a dog, and a house on the beach fall in love and get married - boy with mommy issues just wants a family tristan we gon get you so loved in this developing throuple threeway

Avery's bucketlist: see the world be a doctor to know herself perform - looking forward to the philippa soo musical episode I HOPE YOU BUUUUUUUURN threesome

even if i didn't already know where this is going i'd know where this is going. this show is extremely unsubtle

Max's bucketlist: to see the world fall in love have kids for his life to have meaning a good threesome because he already had a bad one and everyone in this scene is pretending joshua jackson has not been a grade-A hottie for literally longer than tristan has been alive

eliza schuyler hamilton you slut

i'm sorry you have philippa soo looking at you like that with her leg over the arm of the couch you stop asking questions

AND IMMEDIATE CUT TO SUICIDE HOTLINE INFO OMG

i know they didn't mean it to be funny but i'm sorry it IS okay it's objectively funny that they cut from an extremely sexy threesome to the suicide hotline card. you know i'm right. YOU KNOW I'M RIGHT

on my momma Gay Week is going to be the most fun i have for the next four years

[waltwhitmansbeard]

Prom with Vaxleth?

26. Prom setting this in grow with the flow! buckle the FUCK UP

It starts with a social media post—Vex's, to be specific. Vax groans, his phone hovering just a few inches above his face, and Keyleth turns her head away from the business email she's been writing and rewriting for the last half hour to ask, "What is it?"

"Look." And then the phone is shoved in her face, and she's looking at—

"Is that you?"

All limbs and sharp angles, a teenage Vax in an ill-fitting tuxedo, his hair slicked back with what must be an entire container of hair gel, gives a sultry look to the camera. He's back to back with his sister, who's wearing a shimmering blue strapless gown that makes her legs look a million miles long. They each wear a snowdrop, him on his boutonniere and her on her corsage.

"Is this your prom photo?" Keyleth snatches the phone, grinning from ear to ear, to look even closer. "You two look so good!"

"We look so dorky." Vax tries to grab the phone back, but Keyleth keeps it deftly out of reach. "Apparently, today's the tenth anniversary, and Vex decided to air our dirty laundry on social media."

Keyleth scrolls down to read the comments, and since Vax is tagged, the Grow with the Flow audience is having a field day. "Oh yeah, this is fun. It's half bullying you, half asking to have a threesome with you and Vex."

"Disgusting."

Keyleth finally returns the phone. "Did you guys at least have fun?"

"Well, I hooked up with both the prom queen and the theatre teacher, so...yes."

Keyleth's jaw drops. "At the same time?"

"No." That prompts more questions than it answers, but then Vax asks, "What about you? I wanna see sexy prom photos."

She snorts. "Good luck. I didn't have a prom."

Vax sits up in bed. "For real? Why not?"

"I wasn't kidding when I said Zephrah is small. My graduating class had eleven kids in it. We just had a bonfire instead. That was the first time I successfully shotgunned a beer. There may be pictures of that somewhere!"

Vax pouts, hooking his chin on your shoulder. "So you've never gotten to dress up all pretty, make all the boys and girls go oooooh?"

"Um, well, I got a pretty nice dress for my mom's funeral."

"Oh fucking hell." Vax swings his legs out of bed and snags up his phone. He paces a line in the kitchen, dialing someone and pressing the phone to his ear.

"Who are you calling?"

"My sister. We are fixing this."

.

Honestly, Keyleth forgets about it. The podcast is really taking off, and pretty much any time not spent researching and scripting and recording and editing is spent coordinating sponsorships and doing the annoying paperwork that comes with owning a business. Vax has some project that he's working on, but he won't tell her what it is, which is fine, because she has more than enough projects on her own plate right now.

She doesn't think to question it when Vex tells her they're going shopping one weekend. Vex likes to shop—well, no. Vex likes to window-shop. Vex rarely spends actual money. Except this time, they go to a little corner boutique, one that sells gowns for weddings and galas. She doesn't know why, but Vex is insistent that she get this long-sleeved emerald green dress that hugs her curves. She tries to argue that it's a ridiculous expense, but Vex promises her they'll do a photoshoot with it for the podcast, and hey, they've been making some pretty good ad revenue these days, so she caves. It's especially hard to say no when Vex buys a dress herself, a slinky black number that makes her look like danger.

She definitely doesn't connect the dots when Vex and Pike burst in unannounced one afternoon when Vax is out, each laden with bags of makeup and hair products. Keyleth's tugged away from her editing to get dolled up, for fun, they insist. The next thing she knows, they're all dressed up, each in their own beautiful gown—Pike's poofy golden dress makes her look like the sun incarnate—and Keyleth's being shoved out the door.

She probably should have figured it out before Vex pulled her car up in front of the botanical garden, where a red carpet lined with silver and gold balloons leads inside the building, but no, it takes Vax, dressed in a sharp black suit that fits like a glove with a slim green tie that matches her dress perfectly, stepping out holding a homemade sign that reads Will you go to prom with me? that she finally fucking gets it.

Crying, she throws her arms around his neck, chastising him for keeping such a momentous secret from her, but Vex is there to scold her for ruining her hair and makeup. Her friends lead her inside, where she's shocked to find the gardens filled with people, most of whom she does not know. Vax explains that he put the call out for anyone in the city who missed out on their high school prom and wants a second chance, with all profits from ticket sales being donated to Keyleth's favorite conservation organization. Keyleth dissolves into a mess again, but Vex and Pike get her cleaned up enough for the evening to begin.

And oh, what an evening. Scanlan's band plays them through a night of dancing, drinking, and all around fun. Keyleth has never spent so much time on a dance floor in her life, but even though she takes plenty of spins with Percy and Grog and the girls, she is happy to have so many with Vax, who can go from an elegant waltz to a shockingly gymnastic twerk with a simple key change.

Some of the other prom attendees are podcast listeners, and Keyleth is so grateful to get to put faces to the numbers she spends more time than she likes to admit obsessing over. Everyone takes thousands of pictures, and she is so excited to see the #growwiththeflow hashtag come morning. The gardens are filled to the brim with people just loving life and enjoying each other's company, and Keyleth, who had never put much thought into what it meant to miss out on such an adolescent right of passage, is beyond grateful to experience this night with these people.

When the evening is winding down, and most of the revelers have either gone home or gone to another location to continue the party, Vax tugs her by the hand deeper into the gardens, far from the area set aside for the event. He boldly strides past a sign forbidding entry, saying "This is not even in the top ten most interesting places I've trespassed" when she stutters in protest.

He stops when they're surrounded by the most beautiful blossoming cherry trees Keyleth has seen since she left Zephrah. The glass ceilings of the botanical gardens let in the light of the stars above, and the entire scene is so fragrant and beautiful. "Vax...this is lovely."

"So are you." She wrinkles her nose at him, and he kisses it. "Did you have fun?"

"I don't think I've ever had so much fun in my life. I can't believe you kept this a surprise from me for so long."

"I can't believe you didn't catch on. I mean honestly, Keyleth, don't tell me I have to be the brains in this relationship, because if that's the case, we're screwed."

She punches his arm. "Jerk."

"Yeah, well, this jerk has one more surprise for you. Look over there." He points over her shoulder and she turns. She squints in the low light, but she sees nothing beyond the cherry trees except more plants.

"I don't understand, is there supposed to be—" She cuts herself off as she turns around to see Vax on one knee, a small box in hand. Her hands fly to her mouth, her eyes instantly watery.

"Keyleth, I am not a man of the gods." His voice is cracked, strained, like he's choking back tears of his own. "There is little that I have ever had faith in in this life. Until you. Until I fell in love with a girl I'd follow to the ends of the earth. Until I learned that fate did not mean that my life was a cart on a track, hurtling toward an uncertain future I couldn't avoid, but rather a certainty, a knowing that in this life, in any life, I am yours until I die and long after. And now my faith is in how much I love you, in how much I know you love me. And I may be a lovesick fool, but I have every faith that love will carry us through whatever the gods have in store for us." Keyleth is openly weeping, her breaths coming fast and sharp. "So, then, Keyleth..." He opens the ring box, revealing a pair of rings, one with a gorgeous smokey gray stone. "Will you marry me?"

She doesn't answer him, choosing instead to tackle him into a kiss that knocks him pack onto the stone pathway of the gardens. She kisses him until she can't breath, until the crying and the laughing and the hyperventilating has him sitting her upright before she passes out. Her hand trembles as he slides the rings onto her finger, and it isn't until he closes the ring box again that he pauses and asks, "Uh, wait, was that a yes?"

"Oh, you are definitely not the brains in this relationship." And she kisses her fiancé again, beneath the stars and the cherry blossoms and the eyes of the gods.

[lloydfrontera]

lloyd is so attached to the color brown that he even wears it on his wedding day, when i imagine most grooms wear a black or dark-colored tuxedo... just picturing alicia matching her wedding dress color to lloyd's rather than the other way around lmao

ajkshdka listen he's an autumn boy, he's gotta wear the color that suits him best, he can't let something like traditional wedding attire weight him down <3

but also funny you mention matching color clothes cause, uh, well, we don't get to see alicia's dress (which is kinda funny given that it's her wedding lmao) but you know who we do see and who lloyd is matching with ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿????

i will just,,, leave this right here <3

[hoardlikegoldenirises]

I updated the image on my pinned post to be actually correct, so I decided to just make some extra images to compare the boys' costumes over the years—

Peter first meets Ben in 2011 and fights him again in early 2012.

Decided to update this since it makes more sense to me if Ben has a costume more similar to Peter's red one.

Above is late 2012 to early 2015, aka when Ben and Kaine leave New York City for two years. Kaine still has no costume. Ben... sort of does.

Here's an alternate one for that—this isn't Peter's main suit, it's his electro suit, but he makes it in 2013 so I wanted to include it because between 2009 and 2016 he basically doesn't have any major costume changes except for the tuxedo he wears to Johnny's wedding.

In early 2015 both Ben and Kaine make themselves costumes for slightly different but related reasons, and Kaine skips town again.

Later in 2015 Kaine dies and starts wearing a new, more professional looking costume after he comes back to life, specifically to be more threatening.

In 2016, around the summer, Peter starts wearing his FF suit (which has more designs than this but the black one is the one he wears most at this point) and Kaine gets a new costume which I think he'll keep for a while.

Peter still HAS a red suit, it looks like this:

courtesy of Johnny Storm.

— — —

You can see all of Peter's costumes, and lots of notes and closeups, [here], [here] and [here].

You can see Ben's costumes all together—including a hypothetical Iron Spider costume—[here]

You can see Kaine's costumes all together—including a hypothetical Agony symbiote bond—[here].

[turvi]

Beauty and The Beast-3

Sirius started to behave a little bit for the following week. He was determined to prove to Y/n that he can be good. He is not just the mischievous and flirty Sirius everyone thinks he is. There is a sad boy in him that just needs a hug.

He honestly has no idea why he was making so much effort for her but she had captivated him. He would sit with Audrey and Ralph and just pick up random facts about Y/n and slowly he was falling for her more. He was getting to know a different side of this girl. If only she would talk to him. It seems like he has an idea of how he could make that possible

Y/n was in Transfiguration class taking notes when suddenly a flash of light distracted her. She looked out of the window to see Sirius Black holding a bouquet and a gift in his hand. He gestured to Y/n to meet outside of the class.

Y/n noticed Regulus Black was sitting in front of her. His jaw clenched as he saw his brother's antics. Y/n cleared her throat. "I see you two have quite opposite personalities". Regulus rolled his eyes "he is fine, he is just....Sirius". Y/n chuckled, she enjoyed Regulus' company a lot. They would often solve puzzles together and discuss conspiracy theories. She never thought that Regulus would be the kind of person who would be interested in conspiracy theories. He would say to her "they may not be true, but it doesn't hurt a soul to think that they might be."

"So why has your brother taken a sudden interest in me?" she asked Regulus who paused before replying "honestly y/nn? He is also one of the mysteries I have not been able to solve." Y/n simply nodded at his words when he turned around and added "he is not bad. Once he starts to care for someone, then he truly cares." With that, he went back to his work.

Y/n knew that the younger Black is a man of fewer words. He only speaks when he feels necessary. She didn't mind it gave her time to process what he said.

After the class was over Y/n spotted Sirius standing up smiling at her. Y/n was surprised that he waited for her patiently.

"I got to know you don't like going outside much. So if you don't mind I have planned a special date for us at Hogsmeade. Oh I also got a bouquet for you"

Y/n tried to bite back her smile. She couldn't help it, it felt like he had made a lot of effort for this.

"You didn't have to do all this"

"I didn't but I wanted to. You don't have to feel the same for me I just want to treat you with a nice date."

"Alright I will"

Sirius was ecstatic "great. You won't be disappointed darling. You know how to keep me on my toes."

Y/n shook her head as he winked at her and ran away but not before handing her the gifts he brought for her.

She opened the gift to find a camera. It wasn't just any camera, it was a movie camera. The kind her father used to own when she was a child but it was stolen when a burger broke into their home. She used to love to record videos even as a young child. Her eyes teared up looking at the camera. She felt like 8-year-old Y/n again, recording shaky videos of her parents.

She didn't know that Sirius was hiding in the corner looking at her reaction, watching her smile. For him, this is his greatest achievement to make his girl smile. She is not his girl yet but he knows she will be......soon hopefully.

Sirius walked through the Hufflepuff common room wearing a tuxedo. The students couldn't take their eyes off him, they were seeing him in that attire for the first time. Even Sirius couldn't remember when was the last time he wore a tuxedo but this occasion was so special he wanted to dress up nice. He was treating his girl.

Y/n came out of her dorm wearing a purple dress that she made sure hid her body well. Sirus watched in awe as she stood in front of him. Sirius had a flash of imagination of him waiting for her like this at the wedding altar ready to be hers forever. Sirius shook his head. He barely managed to get one date and he is already thinking of marriage. Maybe Remus was not wrong to assume that Sirius is whipped for her

"You will not regret this. This day will become your core memory." Sirius looked at Y/n with determination and love. She couldn't help but smile a bit. She couldn't believe her childhood crush dressed up and planned a date just for her.

Sirius extended his hand "shall we go my love?" Y/n placed her hand in his. He looked into her eyes and kissed her hand. Sirius looked down where his hand met hers. He smiled when she didn't let go of his hand. He squeezed her hand gently. Their night had just started and Sirius didn't want to end it.

As they walked Sirius led her to Hogsmeade. It was quite late and the crowd was sparse. Y/n looked at him and finally asked.

"How did you do this?"

Sirius teased "you have to be a bit specific doll"

"The camera. How did you know about that"

Sirius shrugged with pride "I have been talking with your best friend. Convinced her I have no intention of hurting you. In fact, if you don't want to see me after this night I will still be ok because this night is just so special no one can take this from me."

Y/n smirked, "not even me?"

He shook his head, and his smile got wider "not even you doll"

Held kissed the back of her hand. He felt like he won a prize when he saw her smile and blush. He thinks maybe he does have a chance.

Sirius looked around and Hogsmeade was now empty. He took Y/n towards the empty street in the Hogsmeade that he had decorated with the help of the marauders. He knew that Hogsmeade will be empty by this time and it would be just him and Y/n. Before they reached the spot he stopped Y/n.

"Ok close your eyes no peeking"

Y/n closed her eyes. Sirius waved his hand in front of her. She smiled "you will have to lead me wherever this spot is I can't see."

Sirius smirked, "how many fingers am I holding?"

"uh...ten thousand and 1"

"hardy har really funny Y/n " he looked at her he could feel himself blushing. He shook his head and gently took her forward to a secluded street where he had set up a table that was surrounded by fake candles and flowers.

"Ok you can open your eyes now"

Y/n opened her eyes. It looked so beautiful under the moonlight. She noticed a picnic basket on the table.

"Yeah I was going to put real candles around here but Remus told me it could be a dangerous idea."

"I love it"

Sirius' heart was beating fast. He kissed Y/n's hand again and led her to the table. He made a mental note to thank his best friends again for helping him set up this lovely date.

Sirius decided to open up a bit with Y/n. The more he is truthful with her the more she will trust him.

He didn't go into much detail just his likes and dislikes and noticed how Y/n was listening to him carefully. He tried not to giggle when whenever he caught her smiling at him.

"So I am guessing someone broke your heart?" he said breaking a comfortable silence.

"How did you know?"

"Well you would not have been so insecure if someone showered you with compliments regularly"

She nodded "well you are right, I loved someone for a long time, and he gave me a lot of missed signals, and there were rumors of him dating someone else, I approached that girl she said oh it's nothing like that you can go ahead and tell him your real feelings, the next day his friend come up to me and tells me that my crush wants me to stay away and the girl started dating my crush" she said not knowing if it made sense or not but Sirius immediately held her hand.

"You didn't deserve that"

"I didn't mind her dating him of course I was heartbroken because I have had feelings for him for a long time but still she could have told me this instead of embarrassing me like this. I was not even angry at them just disappointed."

After a few seconds, she spoke again "thank you for the camera I loved it. It was very thoughtful of you"

Sirius smirked "I just want to see my girl smile"

After their dinner, Sirius took her hand. He pulled her closer to him and started to dance.

"Sirius there is no music playing" Y/n giggled

"So what we have the moonlight, the empty Hogsmeade street and I have you so what else do I need?"

She shook her head "You are going to need help to clean up after our date. The table is in the middle of the road"

"oh don't worry about that you enjoy this night"

"Still if you need help, I will help"

Sirius smirked at her and brought her closer "I know you are scared to love me. But give me a chance and I will be the best lover you had"

Y/n nodded "Ok"

Sirius' grip tightened around her waist "Say it. Say you are mine and I will be yours"

Y/n blushed "I am yours"

Sirius smiled and kissed her like there is no tomorrow. Y/n was surprised but she kissed him back. He held her tightly not wanting to let go of her.

Sirius had made another mental note. To love this girl like she has never been loved before. As they parted his smile got wider and he kissed her again. He finally backed away when he made sure she got breathless.

"Just wanted to remind you what my love looks like for you. Like I said y/n you will not regret your decision."

@i-amtitania

Part-4?

A/N: I am late. This is probably shit but eh. REBLOGS AND FEEDBACKS APPRECIATED

[hymnserendipity]

Aki Hayakawa chilling or not at the pub

Tw: abusive relationship, manipulation, smoke, violence

You burst into uncontrollable laughter, but no one else besides the people sitting at the table with you noticed, given the confusion in the place. It had been about a month since you had seen your group of friends, and laughing like that made you remember how much good it did you not to focus only on work. <<I really don't understand why you don't believe me, I'm serious! I asked Krista to marry me two days ago, by the sea.>> Everyone looked at the girl sitting next to Cam who was looking at him dreamily. Tall, not very muscular, brown hair and chocolate eyes, with an infectious smile and a joke always ready, Cam was the least serious person you knew. But from his expression and voice, you understood that he was telling the truth. They all toasted the couple while discussing the wedding location.

<<Y/n, you will be my best person, right? The suit will be...>> Cam said, turning to scan the party room before looking back at you and nodding. He pointed to a dusty pink piece hanging from the back of a chair at a nearby table. You nodded slowly, wondering if your friend was serious or not. I also asked you where he would find a tuxedo in that color. You didn't have a particularly keen intuition for picking up on the nuances of other people's moods, but you noticed the change in atmosphere when the door to the place closed. Your friends gave you a fleeting glance and you, out of the corner of your eye, searched for the reason for such strangeness. Your ex, Derryck, had just come in through the door. A violent and possessive person, in the two months you had been together he had managed to destroy and change all of your habits. He wouldn't let you go out with friends, he checked your phone. He was moving into your apartment when you left him. An awkward silence had fallen on the table, no one knew what to talk about, so you took the tobacco out of your pants pocket and started rolling a cigarette. In silence you took the filter, turned the paper over and tore the piece of paper, then closed it. The friends, in the meantime thinking about what topic to resume the conversation, got lost in small talk. You left, glancing at his table, and went to lean against the wall next to the place. Your hands were frozen, your lips and cheeks were numb, but you remained still to face the wind. You lit the lighter and, when you leaned over it, a golden glow enveloped your face, which had become pale from the memory of the clashes with that person who didn't deserve to ruin the evening. Suddenly you looked up when a breath of lavender hit you, a boy paler than you was passing in front of you. You looked into each other's eyes for a brief moment. He had thick black hair tied in a ponytail. He turned and then remained there still, surprised to find your faces so close. You were lost in that moment, but you thought you could feel the boy inhaling your scent. Then, in a calm and low voice, he asked you: "Is everything okay?". You, with your mouth open, took a few seconds before nodding and murmuring a yes. The boy then looked you over one last time and then entered the club. You took a drag and threw the cigarette in the ashtray, then went back inside. You find your friends busy organizing the hen and stag party, all three of them had decided to have a party together. You were happy to listen to those conversations, but you can't help but look for that boy with your eyes. Your agitation calmed down only when you saw him sitting aside at a corner of the bar, and you immediately felt relieved, as if someone had taken away your bulky backpack. You chatted with your friends and, every now and then, you glanced at the boy's pale cream-colored skin, dimly lit by the lamps in the room. You slammed a hand on the table, laughing at a stupid joke from the friend who was sitting to your left, Chat, and then your gaze fell on Krista, but you were wrong. You realized that you were looking past her, you were observing the boy in a natural way. As soon as your eyes met those of the boy, his posture loosened and a shy smile opened on your face. Then, while you were calmly sipping a cocktail that Cam had brought you, you heard your name whispered.

The sound came from your right, not too far away, not too close. You see, out of the corner of your eye, a movement followed by the rustling of a chair, you had recognized the voice. You see your own fingers grip the edge of the table so hard that your knuckles turned white, you hadn't noticed you had moved. Everything had gone silent again at the table. It was a silent world where time seemed to have stopped. The burden of the impending risk that you knew well had pushed your mind to the limit because of the tension.

<<You know, I've missed you a lot.>> Derrick said, placing a hand on your shoulder and leaning slightly towards you. His slimy voice was a perfect match with his hot breath that made you feel nauseous. That closeness had a lake of thorns in the middle that was slowly narrowing, hurting you. A smile stood out from above the angular jaw of the person who towered over you. “What do you want from me?” you ask slowly. “Go away.” You had no reason to tremble, and yet that’s what you were doing. The place was crowded; someone, anyone, would protect you. You had taken a self-defense course, in case you ran into him again. “Otherwise?” Derryck said, looking you in the eye. “You know… the bed felt so empty without you. Even though I replaced you pretty quickly.” “I said go away.” You say in a small voice. You try to think through the haze of panic and desperation.

Derryck puts a hand on the crook of your neck, and begins to squeeze slowly, more and more. You know that you had rarely suffered such things in front of other people, usually Derryck waited until you were alone. Even when you argued, he usually waited until you were in his apartment, before destroying you; in front of others he maintained a cordial smile. Evidently in those months of separation he had changed. In reality, in height you were not so different, you were five centimeters the same, however that difference, in moments of tension, seemed insurmountable. Then, everything happened with incredible speed, as if it had been a lightning bolt that in an instant from the sky had crashed to the earth, the boy with the ink hair stood up suddenly and, with two quick strides, reached you. He was shorter than his opponent, but in a second you could already tell how the fight was going to go. "You should listen to him." he muttered, lifting an arm to place it on Derryck's shoulder, while you thought you could see a red flash in his eyes. A fleeting trail of veiled anger, which made you shiver. Derryck snorted, whether he was drunk or not didn't matter, that was his usual behavior. His gaze darkened, a cold anger quickly ran through the air that separated them. "Don't interfere. After all, it's a matter between me and my former toy." he said, returning his gaze to you and leaning down to whisper: "You're still in my hands, I can do whatever I want with you. Remember that I know how to behave with you, or do you want me to remind you?" he sneered. His breath smelled slightly of alcohol, but his intimidating and consciously aggressive attitude was one of his characteristics. You couldn't resist the tremor, though, you felt your heart pounding in your wrists, and your body moving on its own again. You threw a punch at him, quickly and without looking, more shocked by his gesture than by the situation itself. You must have needed more courage than you were letting on. You took him by the arm, without any particular damage. Then he immobilized you, his eyes wide open and straight ahead. You recoiled slightly when he tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear. In a flash Derrick grabbed your head and slammed it against the heavy wooden table, leaving you stunned as confusion erupted around him. The black-haired boy blocked both of Derrick's hands with a blow from his forearm, making him lose his balance and pushing him against the wall. He towered over him abruptly, who flinched, taken aback. He felt forced to step back. They looked into each other’s eyes for a brief moment full of hatred and tension, after which the boy grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him against his knee, making him scream and collapse. He turned to you, who, disconcerted, did not know where to look, and asked: <<How do you feel now?>> <<I’m fine, thank you.>> you answered, looking at his chest instead of his face, as if you were hesitant to meet his eyes. <<Well, I don’t think it will bother you anymore.>> the boy muttered in a thin voice. Twice you had moved your hand towards him, only to withdraw it. <<What’s your name?>> you then asked.

<<Aki Hayakawa.>> the boy answered after a short silence. Once he said this, he walked confidently towards the exit. You saw him open the door, but at the last moment he stopped; he turned his chin and his eyes stared at you from over his shoulder. His eyes locked you in a heartbreaking grip, dark but warm.

[marshmallowprotection]

Mystic Messenger 7th Anniversary Analysis

Is it that time of the year again? Yup! It’s that time of year! That means I get to spend my evening writing about the themes in this promotion as well as take my guess at what’s going to happen in the photo. God knows I will be talking about the official release of the image when it comes out as well because it’s bound to have a lot of Easter Eggs.

Last year, we had a lot of tidbits in the photo that kept popping up every time I looked around for another spot!

Now, there is only so much I can muse over with what they’ve given us but I’ll do my best for all of you.

Alright. Let me get this out of my system in all caps first. OH MY GOD. IT’S THE WEDDING OF A LIFETIME. IT’S OUR WEDDING. HEY, MCs. WE’RE ALL THE NEXT TO GET MARRIED. NOBODY’S LEFT OUT. I’M GOING TO SOB RIGHT NOW. ACTUALLY, I AM SOBBING. I STIMMED SO HARD FOR. LIKE. I DON’T KNOW. TWENTY MINUTES. THE THOUGHT OF SEEING MY HONEY IN THE WEDDING APPAREL HE NEEDS FOR THE SECOND TIME IS SENDING ME INTO A FRENZY.

Because, the last time Saeran was dressed like a groom, our lovely SapphireIceCream drew it!

I still like to look at him.

If he and Saeyoung both are sporting side-swept bangs, that’s the end of me. Every time I see Saeran with in that hairstyle, I froth at the mouth. He’s just so handsome and I don’t know what to do with myself. it’s a shame that he gets that hairstyle in a BE for the RAE. It’s so stylish for him and I never know what to do with myself when he does that. I’ll need to scream again now.

OKAY. OKAY. HE’S GONNA BE SO PRETTY. OH, BOY. THIS IS COMING BY TOMORROW NIGHT AND I DON’T KNOW HOW I’M GOING TO SURVIVE. I HAVE MADE IT THIS FAR BUT. OKAY. OKAY. Phew. Okay, I think I got most of it out of my system. Expect the more sentimental post about this anniversary to come out when I’ve had the time to sit down and look at the title screen when its revealed.

ONTO THE POST! 

Alright, you know the drill. I’ve got to sit here and figure out where everyone is in the photo and clown on myself later if I get it wrong. Oftentimes, when Saeran is in a group photo with Zen, it’s impossible to tell those two apart. Everyone else... not so much. They’ve got defined and bright colors that help us find them in the blurring pattern. They’re laying on the ground, grass, more likely than not. There is so much we can’t see in this photo so this analysis is limited!

Like, you can look at this and know right off the bat Jumin is in a secure spot next to Saeyoung, and opposite of him is V with his bright hair that’s about as noticeable as a traffic light in a cornfield.

So, the only reason I think I have even a fraction of a guess right this time is due to the pink on who I presume is Saeran. On top of that, they wouldn’t put Saeran in a spot that isn’t next to his brother. The pattern would be to keep the routes at each other’s sides, too. So, Jumin and Saeyoung side by side, Jaehee, Zen, and then Yoosung next to each other, then Jihyun and Saeran at the end.

That makes the most sense to me.

So, we know that they’re going to be in wedding attire. I can’t tell most of their outfit details. Not everyone is wearing a white outfit, that’s for sure. It looks like Jumin’s in a black tuxedo. V might be wearing a blue one, and there is just... I’m not sure how much green is on Yoosung in this photo, but there is a lot of green there. I hope he’s not wearing a lime-green tuxedo.

He’s not holding flowers, but Yoosung is definitely throwing me off. Those smudges of color do make me very much think of flowers, and if Jaehee is holding flowers, there’s a chance a lot of them are holding flowers, too.

But, there’s no guarantee on all of them. Each character has the chance to be holding flowers, a ring box, or what have you. I did color sample the strongest areas of saturation to help me assume the placement of characters, too. So, if it’s flowers, thank you flowers, you saved me a lot of trouble in trying to gauge where everyone is. God.

I’m going to lose my find trying to gauge what all of the flowers are...

Jaehee is a lily. She is a yellow lily in particular, and that got me to chuckle quite a bit. Lilies are a known reference for sapphics in different popular media, and I think it’s great to see more staples of Jaehee’s love for women out in the open. I know we all appreciated the rings on Jaehee and MC as well as the rainbows on the birthday hats, as well as the winter ice-skating date on her last birthday. It’s a good year to be a woman lover, bless up, sapphics. Jaehee lovers, you deserve this.

Yellow Lilies are a way to say a few things, but one of the most popular ones is gratitude. Being thankful for a person in your life. Is that not the way she feels as she grows closer to her MC? She’s grateful because you fell into her life when it was the lowest point of her emotional journey. She hit rock bottom and you took a single look at her and told her she could follow her heart instead of trying to be a cog in the machine to survive. She doesn’t need to just survive.

She needs to thrive.

Jaehee needs passion!

And you gave her that, so of course, she’s thankful that you came into her life when you did. It’s like saying, “You are the sunshine in my life, you breathe life into me just by being close to me.” Which, hey, that’s wonderful. Jaehee being in this photo makes me so happy, and seeing her with lilies... Ah. I hardly get to talk about her but I love to think about Jaehee! She’s a wonderful person and seeing her smile makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Obligatory Saeyoung Hand Appreciation Post.