#Dream Wedding Dresses Vintage See Through Wedding Dress

[nottsbitch]

Time for a swim - T.N.

Summary: Theo's attempt at asking you out once again

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For as long as you could remember you had loved your clothes and everyone knew that. Coming to Hogwarts was one of the saddest days of your life in the sense that you could no longer pick out an outfit every day.

You eagerly anticipated the weekends, hoping to showcase as many outfits as possible, determined to remind everyone of your dream-worthy wardrobe.

And now, here you were, strolling towards Hogsmeade with Pansy, clad in a white lace dress and brown boots.

“You have to let me borrow those shoes next time we go out!” Part of you wondered if your friends were just using you for your clothes, but honestly, you didn’t mind.

“These are vintage—your only chance to wear them is at my funeral.” You both laughed, engrossed in your conversation, completely unaware of the group of idiots blocking your path ahead.

"Go out with me?" Theo couldn't even think of anything clever this time.

You raised an eyebrow, surprised. “Thanks, but no.”

Theo’s smile faltered, but then he suddenly scooped you up in his arms. “Alright, then!”

Before you knew what was happening you were at the edge of the black lake, fighting in his arms.

"I guess I’ll just have to throw you into the Black Lake!”

You were shocked but a part of you also believed he wouldn't actually do it.

“Wait, what? Theo, no!” You squealed, laughter spilling out as he started running toward the dock.

“Say yes, and I won’t!” he teased, his grip secure but playful.

“Fine, fine! Put me down first!” you giggled, half-laughing and half-protesting.

“Only if you agree to a date!” He paused at the edge of the dock, eyes sparkling with mischief.

At this point there was a crowd that included your friends all gathered watching to see how this would play out.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. “Okay, okay! Yes!”

Just as you agreed, Theo’s foot slipped on the edge of the dock, and before either of you could react, you both tumbled into the cold, dark waters of the Black Lake with a splash.

The shock of the icy water took your breath away, and you surfaced, sputtering and laughing. But as you looked down at your feet, your heart sank. “No! My boots!” you exclaimed, the brown boots you loved already soaked and weighed down by the water.

Theo emerged beside you, shaking water off his face, his grin faltering when he noticed your expression. “What’s wrong?”

“My boots! They’re ruined!” you pouted, kicking your feet in frustration, the water sloshing around you.

He swam closer, a hint of concern in his eyes. “They’ll dry! It’s just a pair of shoes.”

“Easy for you to say!” you replied, trying to keep the annoyance out of your voice. “You didn’t just lose your favorite vintage brown boots! I was gonna wear these at my wedding”

He chuckled, but there was a softness in his expression. “Okay, but I think I’d trade a pair of shoes for a date with you any time.”

You sighed, letting the moment wash over you, realizing he had a point. “Fine, but just so you know, I’m going to make you pay for this later!”

He laughed "I think I can handle that." and with that, he took your hand and started to swim towards your friends. You followed, both of you laughing as you made your way across the shimmering water. At that moment, with the cool water surrounding you and the sun breaking through the clouds, you couldn’t help but smile.

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[child0feden]

BLACK AND WHITE BEAUTY

toto wolff x vintage fashion! model! wife! reader

♡ general married headcanons for toto with a vintage fashion model partner!

୨୧ finally got around to making headcanons related to the smau <3

♡ related smau available here | view my formula 1 masterlist here

reading music recommendations: hug me kiss me love me by helen kane - red hot by billy the kid emerson - a fine romance by marilyn monroe

♡ toto is just the absolute best husband to have as a vintage loving woman!

୨୧ he’s very old time romantic, he lives just to spoil you and take you on expensive but romantic dates

♡ but those aren’t the only type of dates he takes you on! oh no!

୨୧ he loves taking you to history museums and art galleries! you guys walk through them hand in hand, pointing to things and holding quiet conversations about them after reading the attached information plaque, he always leaves these dates recommending the place to all of his friends, telling them how much his wife loved it

♡ speaking of spoiling, he buys you anything and everything you could ever want!

୨୧ oh what’s that? a pair of gorgeous vintage diamond earrings are going for auction? well, you better take his card!

♡ he’s always surprising you with new jewellery, clothes and other knick knacks, often leaving them wrapped beautifully in a box on your shared bed for you to find <3

“ ah, that! yes, i saw it in a store today and i thought you would like it, do you? no, it wasn’t too expensive, don’t worry about that, schön! ” ( it was absolutely too expensive but he won’t tell you that and nothing is actually too expensive to him if it means he gets to see your smile )

୨୧ i can see toto really getting into watching old movies with you too! he really immerses into the plot line and characters

♡ you often watch movies together in the living room, you’re curled up into his side with one of his arms thrown around you and his chin resting on your head whilst your eyes are glued to the screen

୨୧ if you mention wanting to go grab a drink or some snacks, don’t you even dare try to get up! he’ll go and get it for you, just be sure to pause the movie because he doesn’t want to miss anything…

♡ if you wear hair curlers to bed so that your hair will be full in the morning, he absolutely helps you with them!

୨୧ he’ll stand behind you as you sit at your vanity, helping you hold and part your hair correctly whilst sending you a cheeky smile and a wink in the mirror when you meet his eyes

♡ he helps you take them out in the morning too, i just know he’d be SO gentle with it, pulling them slowly and making sure they don’t pull painfully and none of your hair is tangled

୨୧ after like, two years of you guys dating, he surprises you with a vintage car you’d been dreaming of owning since you were a kid but could never purchase because even as a model it was just a little out of your price range and pretty hard to come across

♡ but toto found it, he’d find anything if it would make you happy and he’d get to see your beaming smile

୨୧ he’ll never tell you how he found it and managed to snag it but you take a guess that it’s because of his connections in the car industry…

♡ and when you guys got married, the “ just married ” drive off was in that same car <3

୨୧ speaking of your guys’ wedding, oh my god was that a dream

♡ he went all OUT for your wedding, wanting you to have the dream wedding, the wedding you’d fantasised about having for years

୨୧ everything you wanted at your wedding was there, no matter how expensive!

♡ a lot of your wedding was very reminiscent of rich vintage weddings, a beautiful wedding dress with a short train, your hair done perfectly and your makeup as bright as your smile

୨୧ but toto does not do the infamous cake face smash, absolutely not! he can tell you’re extremely happy with your hair and makeup, he doesn’t want to ruin that for you and respects you

♡ so he simply dips his finger in the icing and smears a tiny bit on your nose as you giggle and do the same to him before sharing another kiss

୨୧ when he’s as rich as he is, why wouldn’t he give his liebling her perfect wedding day?

♡ toto will come with you to photoshoots whenever he can, always standing with his arms crossed and a boyish smirk on his face as he admires you performing different poses

୨୧ when you ask for his opinion on an outfit for a shoot, he’s sooo… god, i don’t even know how to explain it! he’s almost completely mesmerised by you, speaking quietly as he just can’t stop running his eyes across your body and face, still finding it hard to believe this is the beauty he gets to call his wife

“ you look amazing, schön… you always look so beautiful, you know this, yes? my beauty ” ( with the amount of compliments he sends you every minute of every day? yes, you definitely know )

♡ the amount of photos that exist of him where he’s standing in the mercedes’ staff area with a big lipstick mark on his cheek is insane…

୨୧ there’s SO many of them circulating on social media! sometimes because he simply doesn’t realise the print is there and other times because he simply doesn’t care to remove it, wearing it almost like a mark of pride

♡ and people notice that whenever you’re in the paddock, he’s much less easily angered!

୨୧ he does not like losing control of his anger in front of you at all and will always suppress it the best he can, being settled by your soft hands massaging his shoulder-blades and your voice whispering assuring words to him

“ thank you, schön… yes, i’m okay… don’t worry, you want to go and get some lunch? a tea, maybe? come, let’s go ” ( he lets out a deep chuckle when watching you drink, admiring how to drink so carefully as to not ruin your perfect lipstick )

♡ the number of flower bouquets you get from toto is enough to rival a flower shop! he gives you one nearly every single day and you have so many vases in your home due to it

୨୧ he just knows you really love how romantic flowers are and when your eyes light up as they land upon the new bouquet he’s extending towards you, it fills his heart with the strongest sense of love

♡ due to you almost always wearing heels, toto is very attentive when it comes to pampering you!

୨୧ he’ll give you a foot massage any day, just give him the word! or don’t, he’ll probably still massage your feet for you without even having to ask

♡ you become pretty close with basically the whole mercedes team! always baking them cookies and other treats, either taking them to them yourself when you can join toto or making toto take them and promise you he won’t eat them all himself in his office

୨୧ lewis and george are especially big fans of you and your cookies! you’ve stopped toto from raging out on them more times than they can count which they’re already more than thankful for but your baked goods too? you’re an angel to them, sent straight from the highest peak in heaven to feed them well and save them from your husbands wrath

♡ toto absolutely ADORES how minimal your makeup is! always going with very neutral tones and calm colours <3

୨୧ he honestly just loves watching you get ready, sitting on the bed and fixing the cuffs of his neat white button up shirt whilst his soft eyes follow you as you perform your usual morning routine around the bedroom

♡ you’ll always know he’s watching, feeling his big brown eyes on you and ask him for his opinion on how you should have your hair and what type of eyeshadow you should do today before he comes up to you for a better look at the options

୨୧ this man is the BIGGEST fan of dancing with you whilst you try to bake in the kitchen, he’ll put on some jazz and come up behind you, snaking his arms around your waist, swaying softly before gently pulling you away from some cookie dough and taking your hand in his

♡ toto loves spinning and dipping you, leaning down for a soft kiss when you’re dipped back against his arm, it makes you laugh a lot and to him that’s the most heavenly sound in the world…

[cameronspecial]

Mistakes That Can Be Undone

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.4K

Summary: After finding an invitation that throws his whole world off balance, Rafe has a plan to get back the love of his life.

A/N: Inspired by "Something Blue" by Voilà.

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When Rafe finds the invitation, his world becomes submerged in water, already causing him to feel dizzy. ‘You are invited to join Y/N Y/L/N and Hudson Jones to celebrate their wedding’ makes him forget what he is getting from Topper’s room in the first place. Of course, Topper got an invitation. He isn’t only Rafe’s friend but hers. The black-and-white extravagance of the invitation is not her choice. He knows for a fact she has always dreamed of a smaller wedding. Just their immediate family and closest friends attend the most important day of their life. 

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Her head rested on his stomach as she scrolled through Instagram. A particular post caused her thumb to hesitate to swipe up. She angled her phone toward him, “Remember, Mrs. Thompson? She got remarried.” His eyes darted toward her screen to see a picture of their third-grade teacher in a wedding dress. “You follow her on Instagram?” he questioned. She shrugged, “I follow her daughter. She was always nice to me.” “Yeah, I remember Monica. She was hot,” he thought out loud, which caused Y/N to hit him with the back of her hand. “Don’t worry. She can never be as beautiful as you. Have you ever thought of what you would want for your wedding?“ She said, “Small wedding, extravagant marriage.” He chuckled, looking down at her with a loving smile. “Aren’t those the same thing?” Her head shook, “No. A wedding, for me, is a party to celebrate the union. A marriage is a lifelong commitment.” His arm wrapped around his waist. “That made no sense, but I will do whatever you want,” he whispered with his lips pressed against her temple. 

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“Dude, what’s taking you so long?” Topper’s voice pulls Rafe out of his memories. Rafe blinks back the tears and places the invitation back onto the desk. He and Y/N broke up five years ago, yet a small part of him always thought they would find their way back to her. She is the love of his life and all because of one small mistake he made, he never gets to be her lifelong love again. It feels like some mistakes aren’t meant to be fixed. He picks up the second PS5 controller from the dresser and leaves the room with a newfound emptiness. 

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He knows he shouldn’t be here. It is definitely not his place to be sneaking around the church to look for her. Yet another thing that is wrong with this scene. Y/N loves the beach and it was one of the reasons why she decided to do her graduate degree in Australia. He catches a glimpse of white lace stepping into a room and the door closes after the bridesmaid and mothers of the couple leave the room. He overhears a bridesmaid saying that Y/N needed a moment to herself. His grin struggles to break through his stoic expression. 

The tap on the door causes her to spin toward the sound. She takes a deep breath, already struggling to keep her tears in check so she doesn’t ruin her makeup. “I-I really need a moment to myself, please,” she croaks out. She wants to groan when the person behind the door ignores her pleas and enters anyway. Even though it isn’t her preferred wedding look, she still looks beautiful in the vintage lace wedding dress. The long flowy sleeves make her look like a goddess. The lace reaches up to her collarbone and it is a little too high for his liking. Their eyes meet and he gives her a small smile, “I know you need a second; however, I don’t know if I’ll still have the courage to do this after one.” Her heart stops at not only the sight of him but also the scent of him. Even after all these years, the leathery smell of his cologne makes her feel at home. “What are you doing here?” she questions, fighting the urgent to step forward. He does it for them, “He is the something new, so I’m here to be your something old.” She giggles with a shake of her head. “I think that tradition was referencing objects, not humans,” she advises. “Seriously, though, what are you doing here, Rafe?” His hand falls to the back of his neck. “Do you really want to marry him?” he asks, eyes falling to his shoes. 

“Of… of course, why wouldn’t I? I love Hudson.”

“You don’t sound very sure about that, Honey. Do you think maybe you are getting cold feet?”

“You don’t get to ask me that, not when we haven’t spoken to each other in years.”

Her downcast eyes tell him he is right. He risks taking a step further, reaching out to rest his hand above her elbow. The warmth of his hand has her wanting to melt against it. “You aren’t upset about us not talking, not really. Ask me what you want to ask,” he whispers with his lips touching the shell of her ear. She leans back to look him in the eyes, “Why didn’t you want to leave with me? Why be here now when you were the one to end us because you didn’t want to move to Australia with me?” He brings his palm up to rest on her cheek and gives her a meek smile. Tears begin to well over the edge of his eyes as he thinks about how he is the reason why she is getting ready to walk down the aisle to someone else. “I was an idiot. I was young and thought I needed my father’s approval more than I needed love. And I am so so sorry that I made that decision, which hurt you, Honey. But I promise you if you give me another chance, then I won’t be stupid enough to let you go again,” he vows, his thumb kissing her cheekbone. A deep breath falls out of her mouth, “I can’t, I’m supposed to get married today.” Nails dig into his heart, slowly tearing it apart to leave him for dead until a glint coming from just below her collarbone catches his attention.

He grasps drops to the oval locket hanging on a chain from her neck. Engraved flowers surrounded both of their initials at the front and he props it open to see his favourite picture of them still safe inside. Since they broke up, he thought she would’ve gotten rid of the necklace he gave her on their first anniversary. The symbol that he is serious about their relationship and has left behind his player ways. His gaze burns a hole into his gift to her, “How can I take your words seriously when the symbol of my love is around your neck on the day you are meant to marry the supposed love of your life? Tell me something, Honey, does he know his skin is pressing against a gift from me while he makes love to you?” 

Her eyes widen at his realization and silence falls in the room. He can see her thoughts spin around in her brain. “Is it cold in here?” she whispered, causing Rafe’s head to tilt till a smile craved itself on her face. “I think I need to go warm up in your Benz.” She laces her fingers through his and picks up the bottom of her dress. They both dash out of the room, running in the direction of the car. He tries to be as quiet as possible, except her giggles make their location known. Staff members’ heads follow the couple’s movement as they run down the hallway. Once the breeze from the wind hits their face, he unlocks the door to his vintage blue Benz that he got because she loved how the colour matched his eyes. He jumps over the driver’s side door and leans over to open the passenger’s door for her. Her laughter causes his heart to flutter. As soon as she is safely buckled into her seat, he quickly pulls out of the parking spot. Rafe can’t stop himself from smirking after spotting who he assumes is Hudson, jogging out of the church with an exasperated and confused look on his face. Y/N yells over her shoulder, “I’m so sorry, Hudson. I’ll explain everything later.” 

They drive until the church is out of sight. He chances a glance at her whilst he stops at a red light. The massive grin on her face causes flowers to bloom in his heart. She looks at him and places her hand over the gear shift so he can lace his fingers with hers. He brings her knuckles to her lips. “I’m not growing old with him,” she states. He can’t help but beam himself, “Good because I’m the only one who gets to be your something old and new.”

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[halfmoth-halfman]

a designer dress from heaven and your dirty wedding ring - prologue

Pairing: Mob Boss!Price x F!Reader Word Count: 1.4k Warnings: none Disclaimer: I do not own modern warfare or any of the modern warfare characters. A/N: it's finally here, the mob boss!price series! before we start, i want to give a special thanks to the fabulous @mvtthewmurdvck for letting me rant and rave about peaky blinders while i work on this series, to the amazing @valkyriesregalia and @bubble-dream-inc for reading and giving me feedback, and of course to @uselsshuman's discord girlies for hyping me up and giving me inspiration, i love you guys 💜!! || next

You’ve never been inside the famous club, The 141.

Your father had mentioned it to you a few times when you were a child; you remember the admiration— and jealousy— that laced his voice as he weaved tales of smoky backroom poker games and men who’d skin you alive for looking at them wrong.

You hadn’t believed him then, assuming it to be like all the other fairytales and war stories he told from that worn leather armchair— exaggerated tales meant to teach you lessons he himself never followed.

Now that you’re here, though…

You’d expected better security.

It’s almost laughable how easy it is to get inside. With no one at the front and the doors left unlocked, you waltz into a vision straight from your father’s imagination— all deep red velvet and hazy air carrying the scent of cigar smoke and danger.

It’s surprisingly modern with a vintage feel to it. You should’ve expected as much, but you still find yourself impressed. You weave through the round tables and plush chairs— elegantly decorated with brilliant red flower centerpieces sitting atop white silk tablecloths— making your way to the center of the spacious room.

You have the perfect view of the stage from here— directly in the center. It’s gorgeous: hardwood polished to perfection and bordered by thick, velvet curtains— even in the bright white of the blaring house lights, it’s a sight to behold.

“Um, you can’t be in here— we’re closed!”

The voice startles you, but you maintain your composure, turning slowly—non-threateningly— on your heels with a wide, unassuming smile. A long, half-circle bar stretches across the wall opposite the stage, just up a small set of stairs and past the various game tables, lined with golden railings. The wall behind it is completely covered in shelves of alcohol— some you’re well-acquainted with, some you recognize from your father’s private collection.

And there, gathered at the far right end of the black-quartz bar, are three men dressed in black, staring back at you.

“No one told me,” you smile, gesturing towards the front of the club, “and the doors were open.” The men groan to themselves, then mumble to each other. They glance back at you occasionally; you keep your polite smile taking in the rest of the club as they speak.

“Well,” one of the men— the American one behind the bar with a colorful sleeve tattoo and impressive facial hair— clears his throat. “We’re still closed regardless. One of the boys can see you out.”

The other two stand, the handsome one with light eyes and a brown mohawk making his way toward you.

“I have an interview-” all three pause, shooting glances at one another in silent conversation. You dig through the pockets of your denim jacket, pulling out the folded paper and holding it out to Mohawk. The room lapses into silence, so you add, “S’posed to meet with the owner about a singing gig?”

That takes the man behind the bar by surprise.

Mohawk takes the paper from you, unfolding it to read it over. His brows shoot up, eyes scanning the worn words. He turns, holding the page to the third man—the one with short, curly black hair and a scar on his left cheek— who takes it and skims over it. He glances between the paper and you, between you and the paper.

“I’ve got this,” he addresses the other two.

British, huh?

Not what you’d expected.

“This way,” he smiles at you, all charm and politeness as he folds the paper back up and leads you toward a section of booths tucked against the wall off the right side of the bar. You follow, smiling at Mohawk and Bartender as you go.

You slide in across from your interviewer, taking him in as he settles with his hands folded atop the table. He seems young, maybe a few years younger than yourself, with dark skin and kind, brown eyes.

But you can see the sharpness behind those kind eyes.

You know better than to trust a friendly gaze— your left shoulder aching at the reminder.

“Not gonna lie…I thought you’d be older,” you joke. He arches a brow, curiously narrowing his eyes. “You just seem a little young to own a club.”

“Ah, you caught me,” he laughs. “The owner’s my father, but I handle most of the staffing.”

“Oh! Well—” you extend your hand out to him, “—pleasure to meet you, Mr…?”

“Garrick, but you can just call me Kyle.” He shakes your hand, firm but not too strong—clearly practiced. You retract your hand, letting it fall into your lap. Kyle stares at you expectantly, and you give him your best smile.

It’s only a few seconds, but the silence is almost unbearably awkward.

“And you are?”

“Oh, shit. Right.” Heat floods your cheeks; you hope you haven’t fucked this up already.

“Canary.”

“Canary?” He sounds like he doesn’t believe you; you don’t blame him— you wouldn’t either.

“Yeah, like the bird.”

“I’m familiar.”

“It’s…it was an inside joke between my parents that they ended up liking a little too much,” you explain.

“That’s…sweet,” he smiles, a little less taunting now. “Is there a…last name too, Ms. Canary?”

“No,” you reply immediately, “just Canary.”

“Okay then, Ms. Canary-like-the-bird, do you…have a resumé?”

“Yes, I do.” You dig through your bag, pulling out your resumé and handing it to him. Kyle gives a hum of thanks, reading through it with those sharp eyes.

You hope it’ll do; it took you three whole hours to get it done last night.

“No references?” he asks, briefly glancing up at you.

Shit. You knew you forgot something.

“I…mostly worked solo,” you lie, “but I have a couple cards for people I’ve collaborated with.” You reach for your bag like you’re ready to dig through its contents. There are some cards in there; you’re prepared to give him those, but you’re not prepared to explain why a singer would’ve previously collaborated with a real estate agent and a tattoo parlor that’s been closed for years.

“That’s alright,” Kyle says.

Thank god.

“Have you worked in other clubs before?”

“Just one.”

He looks up, waiting for you to elaborate, but you stay silent, smiling back and adding a few bats of your lashes for good measure. He laughs, quiet and to himself, looking back at your resumé.

“I’ll have to run this by my dad—” He sets the paper down, eyes skimming over it once more, “—is there a number we can reach you at?”

“I don’t have a phone…not yet, anyway.”

Kyle looks up at you, surprise evident, but he masks it with impressive speed.

“Alright, Ms. Canary, one more question for you.” He leans back in the booth, arms crossed over his chest as he looks you over— taking in your appearance bit by bit and committing it to memory.

“What are you running from?”

“I— what?” The smile falters slightly, but you see his eyes dip down to your lips, and you know you’ve been caught.

“No last name, no references, no phone…”

“That doesn’t mean-”

“And we haven’t used these—” he holds up the flyer you’d brought with you, “—since I was a child.”

You drop the smile, hands slowly clenching into fists in your lap— your nails drag across the ripped denim of your jeans to dig into the meat of your palms.

“I’m not running, just…” you pause, searching your mind for the right words. ”Starting over.”

Kyle keeps his eyes trained on you, not moving a muscle. You can tell he wants more information.

If you weren’t so desperate…

“My ex was super shitty, and the divorce got real ugly—real fast,” you sigh. “In the end, I let him have whatever he wanted just for the chance to get out, and, as it turns out, he wanted everything. So…here I am.”

There’s a beat of silence before Kyle lets out a low whistle. “My condolences.”

You can’t help but laugh, a small weight easing off your shoulders.

“Well, the bad news is this flyer’s ancient, and we aren’t looking to hire entertainment at the moment. But the good news: we are in need of a cleaner.”

“You pay in cash?” you ask, noticing the twitch of the corner of his mouth as he bites back a smirk.

“We can keep it off the books, no problem. When can you start?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Perfect.”

[the-iceni-bitch]

𝕾𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕰𝖞𝖊𝖘 𝕲𝖔 𝕮𝖔𝖑𝖉

𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚛. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚑����𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜 𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎.

𝙰𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚡𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 ~ 𝙰 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢.

𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚌𝚒𝚊 ~ 𝙰 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎.

Relationship: Charles Blackwood x female!reader

Words: ~1.4k

Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!! explicit language, explicit sexual content (non-con, public sex, unprotected vaginal sex, marking), horror elements, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: my muse is awake and thriving?! Anyway, enjoy the creepy ghost sex, y’all. More monsters to come

You smiled as your maid of honor helped you do up the last of the buttons on your grandmother’s wedding gown, turning when she was finished and basking in the “oohs” and “ahs” of your bridal party. Everything was so perfect. The manor was beautiful and it really was the vintage wedding of your dreams.

But something still felt off. An occasional shiver would travel up your spine and you felt as though you were being watched. No matter how much you told yourself it was nothing, the feeling wouldn’t go away, causing you to look over your shoulder and your smile to falter. You thought you saw something out of the corner of your eye and tried to move your head quickly to get a better look, but whatever it was was gone.

Charles was enjoying setting you so on edge. Ever since you first came to his manor, his home, trying to decide if this was where you wanted to celebrate your love for your nothing of a fiancé, he had wanted you. You looked exactly like her, especially now that you were wearing her dress, and since he couldn’t have her when he was alive, maybe now he could have you while he was dead. In fact, there were quite a few things he could do whilst dead that he never would have dreamed of while he was alive.

Emboldened by the fact that neither you nor any of your bridesmaids could see him, Charles glided forward, ignoring the other women and focusing all his attention on you. When you shivered at his proximity he grinned wickedly, eager to see what other reactions he might be able to elicit from you.

The feeling of an ice cold finger dragging down the side of your neck made you gasp, your bridesmaids asking you what was wrong and only shrugging when you said it was nothing. You must have been going crazy, that was the only explanation for this. All of a sudden the finger turned into a hand that was gripping and massaging your breast, making you gasp again but only able to offer your bridesmaids a shake of your head when they inquired about your wellbeing. A second hand joined the first in fondling your breasts and you whimpered under your breath, swearing that you heard a lascivious groan in your ear and the chilly breath of some eerie presence on the back of your neck.

You suddenly realized that whatever was happening to you, it was making you wet, so wet you were worried about it soaking through your panties and staining your dress. Fortunately it was time for the procession, so you stood up to make your way to the hall where your ceremony would be taking place. Your hope that perhaps these odd sensations would cease once you left the bridal suite was quickly dashed, one of the freezing hands moving from groping your breasts to squeezing your ass. It was all you could do not to start crying, confusion and arousal making your head feel fuzzy as you stumbled after your bridal party and tried to keep your smile on your face.

Charles had never felt so elated in either life or death. He knew he was torturing you, but he didn’t care, groaning again when he smelled your pussy getting wetter and wetter. You were so soft and warm under his dead hands, your body more responsive than he could have ever dreamed. When he felt your nipple hardening under his fingers he gave it a pinch, tugging on it gently and chuckling again when you whined and squirmed for him.

It took everything in him not to grow even more bold before you had reached the hall. For everything he wanted to do to you, he also wanted an audience. The doors opened and he waited alongside you, his cock throbbing when he smelled your neck as your bridesmaids made their way down the aisle.

When you spotted your fiancé you finally forgot about all the strange things that had been happening to you for just a moment, smiling at how handsome he looked and beginning to make your way towards him so you could be joined as man and wife. Then you heard a tearing sound, and all the beautiful antique buttons that had decorated the back of your grandmother’s wedding dress scattered around you while everyone in attendance gasped. Suddenly you were on the floor and screaming, trying to bat away invisible hands as they tore at your ruined gown and delicate lingerie until your breasts were exposed to everyone in attendance.

They were all frozen, horror gripping them and keeping them from helping you as you pleaded and begged for whatever was happening to you to stop. Something was between your legs and your screams became even more frantic, your body thrashing wildly even as you were pinned down by some invisible force. It was pushing your skirt up your legs and you wailed, choking on your tongue when your cry was suddenly muffled by what felt like a freezing cold pair of lips. The utter shock allowed for your panties to be ripped off and discarded, and then your ghostly assailant was inside you.

Your cunt was so tight and warm Charles almost came on the spot. Instead he just roared with pleasure, a sound that every living being in attendance heard and was made to cower. He didn’t care about them, though, except for the fact that he wanted them to watch him fuck you into oblivion. Bruises were already raising on your breasts and the insides of your thighs from the brutality of his assault on you, and that just made him fuck into you even harder, ramming his cock as deep as it would go and grinding against your clit so you knew that he was giving you pleasure that you had never thought existed.

He reveled in the knowledge that your fiancé had a perfect view of your pussy stretched wide open around his invisible cock, loving that the poor man could see every ripple and flutter of your internal muscles when his violent movements wrenched an orgasm from your tormented body without warning. You even squirted everywhere, making a mess that Charles would have licked up if he still had the ability. For now he just settled for kissing you again as he continued to fuck you, swallowing your sobs and whimpers as your body quivered underneath him.

You had never felt more miserable or humiliated in your entire life. Every member of your family and all of your friends were witnessing you being assaulted by some spectral being and still your body betrayed you again and again. When your second orgasm took you you had to shut your eyes, silently praying that this was a nightmare and that soon you would wake up. But you knew it was futile. This was impossible, but it was real.

How could you ever look your fiancé in the eyes again? Knowing that he had seen you so utterly debased and used. And the man did nothing to stop it, just stood there and watched as pleasure was wrung out of your helpless body. It made you almost hate him even though all you wanted was for him to hold you and tell you everything was going to be alright. You knew it never would, though, not when every important person in your life had to watch you be completely and utterly degraded for the amusement of some spirit.

After your fourth orgasm Charles couldn’t hold back any longer, looking over his shoulder and laughing at the look of horror on your fiancé’s face as he started to pump his cum inside you. He knew how strange it must feel, so cold and thick as it coated your inner walls. And it would always stay with you, that small piece of him like a piece of ice that was piercing your heart and sticking to the most intimate part of you. As soon as he was finished he withdrew, sighing as he floated towards the ceiling and ignoring the sounds of your wretched cries as everyone suddenly broke from their terrified spell and rushed to your aid. He had finally gotten everything that he wanted, and he knew that you would never forget him.

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heyyy i love your work sm i'm so happy to see someone pushing the sub nct agenda 🙏 i was wondering if you can please write an imagine where mark and reader are in a kinda new relationship and have sex together for the first time, and mark opens up saying that he's actually a virgin and reader helps him out thank youu!!!

Hey anon , Thank you so much for enjoying my work! I gotchu you with the mark request. I kinda got carried away .... so it's pretty long. I hope you don't mind but just incase I colored the part where everything really starts in red. I also incorporated a little birthday aspect cause I was late for his birthday. Happy Birthday Mark lee and I hope you enjoy anon ❤️

It was a warm night in the city. You and your boyfriend of 5 months had just celebrated his 24th birthday at a fancy restaurant. The night was filled with jokes , observing the people around you and heartfelt conversations. The night was still young. You two headed back to your apartment to end the night off. 

“Did you see the look on that guys face when the waiter took his girlfriend’s order ? It was priceless.” Says mark. He’s slightly giggling while kicking his dress shoes off at the front door. His smile so genuine, being in your presence made him feel unexplainable joy. He felt as though he found someone that finally saw him for who he really was. 

“No, I bet it must’ve reeked of jealousy though” Your voice dripping of smooth honey. Tone enveloping him like a warm hug. You take off your jacket hanging it by the rack near the front door. Making your way through the cozy apartment you pose an idea to him. “How about I light a couple candles and pour us a glass a wine. How does that sound ?” You say while bending down to take off your heels. Looking up at Mark, you can see he likes that idea very much. His innocent eyes light up and his smile grows larger.

“Yea I’d like that.” His smile could be heard from the tone of his voice. 

“Yea?” You playfully question before moving closer to him. You lean into his ear to whisper

“Why don’t you go take a seat on the couch. I’ll meet you there” When you move away you can see his chest rising and falling quickly. You chuckle silently to yourself before heading off to the kitchen. 

Grabbing two wine glasses and a bottle of rich wed wine , you head back to the living room. You find Mark admiring the collection of vinyl records you had hanging on the walls. 

“See something you like.” You ask , interrupting his day dreaming. Setting down the glasses and bottle of wine on the modern glass table. Picking up the matchbook , you start lighting the candles around the living room. 

“Actually , yea I do. That Stevie Wonder album you have up there is one of my favorites. Brings back so many memories.” Thoughtful smile lighting his face as he answers your question. 

There’s a quick beat of silence. All that can be heard is the sounds of a lit up city at night and the crackling of the candles. 

“Good memories I hope ?” You say while finally taking a seat on the soft cushion of the couch. You pop open a bottle and begin to pour. 

“Yea , of course.” He responds. Eyes fixated on the way you gracefully pour wine into the two glasses. Random thoughts start to race his mind. How were you able to open that bottle so smoothly? How did you know when the glasses were evenly filled? How did you collect all of these vintage albums? How was your home so cozy? How were you so perfect?

“You make music right Mark? I assume you’re passionate about it.” Questioning him , trying to get him to open up about what he’s devoted to. You take a sip of wine waiting for him to answer you. 

Taking him out of his slight trance , he starts speaking. “Um yea actually, I love to compose music. Rapping is just something that always stuck to me. Rap got me through a few tough times.” He pauses. Staring down at his hand , twisting the ring that wraps around his index finger. He starts again “I— uh… Gosh I sound like a loser right now don’t I?” He jokes, trying to lighten up the mood.  

“Hey, don’t do that. Don’t restrict yourself from saying what’s on your mind. I’m always here to listen.” You say with genuine concern and care lacing through your voice. 

He stares into your eyes like the galaxy lies behind them. He nods hesitantly before he starts to speak again , nervousness coursing through his voice. 

“I mean — it’s just that I’ve never really been able to get this far without someone telling me that I’m wasting my life on music. I really love it you know.. I don’t know where I’d be without it honestly. Everything about rap draws me in. The cadency , the tone , the message.” He continues to ramble about his passion for music. 

Something about him discussing music so passionately turns you on. The fact that he can be so devoted to something despite the backlash he receives from the people he loves the most just displays his strong will. You stare at him in complete admiration as he continues to speak. Head resting on your hand that’s propped up by the couch. 

He starts to notice that you stopped responding to him. In worry he turns his head to face you but is instantly flustered when he does so. There you are staring at him with such a dreamy expression. He doesn’t say anything , just stares back. Letting the air between you two envelope you both and transfer you to another world where it’s only him and you. 

You stare at his luscious lips. Trailing from his bottom lip up to his puppy like eyes. Before you realize it you're leaning in. Finally kissing him like your life depends on it. Things start of slow and sensual. Almost like you two were breathing life into each other’s bodies. Then it starts to progress. Your hands run through his blonde hair. Gripping him at the nape Somehow trying to breathe him into your entire being. 

You try to take things further by straddling him. Hands running down his white button up before they reach the zipper of his slacks. You can feel him hardening underneath you. You get to unzip his pants while still keeping lips connected. A sudden resistance makes you pause your ministrations. Mark pulls back from the intense kiss , gasping for air. 

“W-wait , I-i’m a virgin. I’m sorry I know I should’ve said this before you started grinding on me b-but it just felt really good and I got caught up and I’m so stupid for forgetting to tel-“

Before he can finish his nervous mumbling you move off of his lap. Regaining your breath you turn to him. Grabbing his face with both of your hands. His cheeks getting squeezed between your hands. 

“Mark I need you to tell me right now if this is something you want. If it isn’t we can stop right here, I won’t be upset or disappointed.” You say while firmly staring into his big brown eyes. 

“I-i want this. I really really want this. I’m just scared , what i-if it isn’t good. What if I don’t make you feel good?” He says with wandering eyes. 

“Mark look at me, this isn’t about me. It’s about you. It’ll feel good regardless if I finish or not just because I’m doing this with you.” 

His eyes trail to your’s. Finally locking in , he gives you a nod. 

“Okay, we’re really doing this aren’t we.” You pause. 

“Let me go grab a condom from my room. I’ll be right back” You say while attempting to get up. Mark’s hand gripping your wrist prevents you from doing so. 

“W-wait. I have one in my pants pocket. Just for emergency y’know” 

You chuckle in pure adornment. “The man that you are Mark Lee.” 

Situating yourself back on the couch you reach for the condom in his pocket. Pulling it out and placing it on the table. You turn back to Mark who’s breathing erratically. Completely stiff. 

“Just breathe Mark. I’ve got you, I would never do anything that would put you in harm.”

Reassuring him. He doesn’t verbally respond but instead nods his head. Trying to take deep breaths. 

“Is it okay if I pull this off ?” You ask referring to his pants and underwear. 

“Y-yea that’s okay.” Responding , still breathing heavily but not as bad as before. 

With that you get off the couch to kneel. Grabbing his pants and underwear at the hem. You tap his thigh so he can lift himself and in one motion you pull off both of the pieces of clothing. They slightly get stuck at his feet but with a little tug they come right off. 

You look up in awe at the sight before you. Your boyfriends beautiful cock sitting against his abdomen. Hardened and red , pre-cum leaking from the mushroom tip. 

His breathing begins to pick up again. Before it goes back to it’s uncontrolled pace you grip the base of his cock. His breathing comes to a halt. You look up at him to see that his mouth is slightly open , Eye’s fixated on your hand. 

“Don’t forget to breathe markie. Just relax, I got you.” You say before you begin working on him. 

You start by placing a soft kiss to his tip. That alone has his abs contracting. You move on by wrapping your mouth around his entire mushroom like head, sucking at it softly. Trying carefully to not overwhelm him. You can hear a small whimper coming from him , almost like a hurt puppy. How cute. 

You continue to suck at his tip , showing it a good amount of love before you let up. You stare up at him , his mouth now hanging open. Face scrunched in a pained expression. You decide to maintain eye contact with him. 

Spitting on your hand you place It back at the base. Before making further movements you go back to sucking the head while continuing to maintain eye contact with him. His chests starts to heave. Eyes closing slightly , head lolling back against the couch before picking it back up to continue watching you.

You start moving your hand up and down his shaft slowly while sucking on his tip. The movements making his thighs shake slightly. You decide to speed things up , moving your hand faster , twisting it in circular motions when you get to the base. He fails to keep his head up. Mouth now wide open. His neck is more accentuated from the stretch. You can see his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly. 

“F—fuck , f-fucking hell.” His words are slurred , like he’s drunk off of pleasure. 

You can tell that he’s close. You decide to let up. Stopping your movements. He picks up his head , staring at you in desperation. Before he can speak up you interrupt him. 

“Can’t have you finishing before we get to the main part.” 

Grabbing the condom you rip it open with your teeth. You stretch it open slightly and then lean down to slide it down his erect cock. He flinches bit from the sensitivity. You then stand up and slide your panties down under your dress. You can feel the wetness spreading over your lips. The slide should be easy.

You walk over to Mark , straddling him on the couch. You hook your finger under his chin forcing him to look at you. 

“Don’t forget to breathe. If it’s too much we can stop anytime.” 

He nods. Nd before he can think anymore you start to slide down on his cock. 

An overwhelming surge of safeness and security takes over him. You wrap around him like a hug that’s never-ending. It feels like his entire soul is being sucked in by the warmness of your walls. His mouth is agape. His breathing has came to a complete halt. His eye lids flutter and a single tear falls onto his soft cheek. 

You finally bottom out. You sit still for a minute , giving yourself time to adjust and him time to calm down. His chest starts to heave again. You lean in to steal a kiss , while he’s distracted you start to slowly move up and down. His mouth opens mid-kiss. Gasping for air,  letting out breathy moans.

You move your head back so you can stare into his eyes. The sight alone makes you melt into a million pieces. He stares up at you like a lost puppy , eyes sparkling with lust and desire. His cheek shining from the light of the moon reflecting on his singular tear. 

“I—I, uhhh fuck. I t-think I’m g-gonna, shit” He tries to get out a complete sentence but your movements prevent him from forming proper words. You know what he’s trying to say though 

“It’s okay baby boy. Let it all go, all you have to do for me is sit there and enjoy it.” With that you start to pick up the pace. You lean in ,resting your chin in the crook of his neck. Your hands wrap around his neck , running through the hair at the nape. 

Mark’s body is completely boneless underneath you. His arms can’t even reach to grab you for support. His body has completely surrendered itself to you.

You can hear him get silent. His body starts arching off the couch. Thighs flexing , abs contracting. It sounds like he’s choking on his air. The build up so intense that his ears start ringing and his vision goes blurry. Just as fast as the world builds itself, it comes crashing down. His body starts jerking violently as you can feel warm semen start to fill up the condom. You start to slow down your movements , trying your best to ride out his high. Your arms still wrapped around his neck. Your breathing pattern clashing with his , irregular and untimed. 

Silence and the sounds of heavy breathing fills the room. You don’t move though , the bubble you two have created is so warm and cozy that you fear that any movement will burst it.  But that bubble only lasts so long before the words of the boy underneath you pop it.

“I-i love you. T-thank you so much” He says in a shaky voice, almost like he’s crying. In fact he is crying , not from pain though. From pure happiness. 

And before anything else can be said you respond. 

“I love you too. Happy Birthday Mark.” 

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had a dream of me and d word matty getting married 😩

there's a little blurb about it already, you and matty (and the babies) just deciding one morning to get married as soon as possible, rather than having a more elaborate wedding as you'd originally talked about, but let's talk in more detail. legally, you have to give 28 days' notice to a registry office if you wanna get married there in england, and you and matty think that a small wedding ceremony there and then like a nice dinner with your closest people is the move; that's good, because it gives a teeny bit of time to get things arranged lmfao. you let matty handle sorting the afterparty (he insists on calling it that) and his and alex's outfits (him toddling around in a little suit AWWW), and thanks to charli you manage to get an in with vivienne westwood to get the wedding dress you've genuinely wanted since you were seventeen - it's actually patti who sources a gorgeous vintage dress and gets it altered for lyla to wear on the day, and she LOVES it lol. your ring is vintage, too, a dainty band inset with stones that goes perfectly with the engagement ring matty had made for you, one you saw in the window of a jewellers in london and went nonverbal looking at lmao; matty thought you were still walking and had to turn back to get you like "baby what are you looking... OH. that's it, isn't it? it's yours", and he bought it then and there after dragging you into the shop hand-first to talk to the saleswoman like "hi hello please can we have the ring in the window look at her engagement ring it would match so well" lmfao. his ring is really simple, just a silver band from the same shop that has celtic markings on the inside, which he got weirdly emotional about in the way that people with irish heritage always seem to do lol. anyway! there's no time for elaborate hen and stag dos, which george is lowkey aghast about because he's "been planning this since we were fifteen, mate" lol, but the night before the wedding you and lyla go to stay with auntie charli and mrs mac and eilidh and some of your girls and the boys all stay at yours with matty and alex, so you have little respective parties then - matty phones at like midnight to a) check on lyla and tell you alex is fine and b) gleefully be like "we're getting married today, darling. can't wait", and you wake up to a flower delivery with an adorable message (and sneak one of the flowers into your bouquet). lyla naps on you while you're getting hair and makeup done lol, but she perks up when it's time to dress up (matty's daughter fr) and manages to steal the spotlight from you at your own bloody wedding by tearing down the aisle ahead of you to give her dad and brother a hug lmao, which is actually kinda good because matty absolutely cries when he sees you and the babies are both there to cuddle him better, bless them. he's teary through the vows, though, and so are you, looking at him all beautiful and in love with you, and the kiss when you officially become husband and wife... The kiss ever. he won't stop lifting your hand to look at the ring the whole rest of the day, whether you're taking pics or chatting to friends or eating dinner, he's just so in awe that you're his WIFE. god, he loves you so much. a perfect day, really <3

[exo-levi]

Timeless

Title: Timeless Reference: AoT, Taylor Swift's Timeless (parts of it) Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Fem!Reader Universe: Reincarnation!AU, Canonverse Period: AoT Season 4 and Postwar Warning(s): Small amount of spoilers from the manga ahead Theme: Fluff & angst Word count: 1.5k words

Disclaimer: - AoT Universe belongs to Isayama Hajime. - Song used belongs to Taylor Swift

Summary: Haunted by vivid dreams of a past life, she embarks on a quest to uncover the mysteries behind her connection to Levi and a world plagued by Titans. As she delves deeper into the past, she encounters a man who bears an uncanny resemblance to Levi, leading to a profound realization that their love is truly timeless.

It was a tranquil day, perfect for a leisurely stroll through town. The streets were dotted with neighbors engaged in pleasant conversations, relishing the beautiful weather at the park, and the joyful sounds of children playing filled the air. This picturesque scene was a rarity, particularly for her.

Normally confined to her apartment on weekends, she had ventured out today in an attempt to escape the relentless headache that had plagued her for the past two days. It wasn't an illness but rather a persistent sleeplessness that had left her head throbbing.

For nearly a month, she had been experiencing peculiar dreams that seemed almost like vivid memories. Some were nightmarish, inducing terror capable of jolting her awake, while others were warm and filled with longing—for something, for someone.

The previous night was no exception, with her headache intensifying. So, she had chosen to take a walk to clear her mind of the unsettling dream she had just experienced.

"Stay with me," a deep voice had echoed in her dream.

Although everything appeared blurred, the voices were crystal clear. Cries and screams reverberated, creating a cacophony of chaos.

"Levi…"

Who is this Levi?

The eerie feeling of familiarity that accompanied the name lingered, as if she had met him somewhere before. Dismissing it, she continued her walk. Whoever Levi was, she resolved to deal with him—or forget about him—later.

A few steps later, she abruptly halted, inexplicably drawn to an antique shop she had never entered before. While she often passed by it on her way to work, she had never ventured inside. Yet today, an inner impulse guided her through its doors.

As she explored the store, her eyes danced over an array of beautifully preserved items—pottery, vintage furniture, memorabilia, and more. It was remarkable how these artifacts from bygone eras still retained their original charm and pristine condition.

Guided by an unseen force, she eventually reached the counter where a slightly worn-out box captured her attention. In bold marker, it read, "25 cents each." Curiosity piqued, she peeked inside and found it filled with a multitude of old photographs.

"See anything you like, dear?" the shop owner inquired.

"Just looking, Ma'am," she replied with a warm smile.

The owner nodded, "Feel free to browse at your leisure."

Thanking her, she selected two photographs. The first depicted a young woman, radiant in her wedding dress, while the other captured the same woman and a military man sharing an affectionate smile. The love evident in their eyes was undeniable.

Leafing through the stack, she couldn't help but smile at the love story that unfolded before her. These photographs painted a tale of a couple's romance from the 1940s, evoking dreams of an enduring love. The images strangely reminded her of Levi.

…Levi?

That enigmatic name returned, flooding her thoughts once more.

***

"I love you," he whispered in her dream, his eyes locked onto hers in the dim light of their surroundings. Her fingers tenderly brushed through his hair, gently tucking it behind his ear. "I love you too," she replied breathlessly, the aftermath of their passionate encounter still lingering in the air.

Tomorrow marked the day they would reclaim Wall Maria, and they had seized this precious moment to be together before the impending battle.

The memory from her dream played on a loop in her mind, and she couldn't help but be unsettled by the persistent presence of this man named Levi. She had never encountered anyone with raven hair and a stern yet handsome countenance—certainly not in her waking life.

***

"Levi…" she murmured incredulously.

The rain poured relentlessly, drenching her surroundings. There he lay, her beloved, covered in blood and surrounded by shards of wood from a nearby explosion. He looked lifeless. Kneeling beside him, she cradled his head and drew him close, silent tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Would you look at that, our biggest threat is covered in his own blood," Floch muttered from behind. "Let's shoot him in the head," another soldier suggested.

"He's dead," Hange declared. Her eyes met Hange's, and the unspoken understanding between them led her to maintain her silence, her gaze unwaveringly fixed on Levi.

"He was caught in a Thunder Spear explosion at point-blank range. Internally, he's in pieces," the soldiers explained. Floch insisted on checking Levi's pulse, but both she and Hange remained quiet. Before Hange could respond, a nearby Titan began to steam, revealing Zeke beneath it. The soldiers' attention quickly shifted, providing an opportunity for her, Hange, and Levi to slip away. They escaped, rescuing him from the brink of death.

***

"I have brought all the reports from Captain Levi, Ma'am," a cadet reported.

"Thank you, cadet. You're dismissed," the co-captain acknowledged.

With a salute, the cadet left, and the co-captain delved into the files, diligently tending to her captain's duties. Amidst the paperwork, a small folded paper slipped from one of the folders and landed on the floor.

She picked it up and unfolded it, revealing a heartfelt message. A soft smile graced her lips as she recognized the familiar handwriting.

"Don't overwork yourself and always stay hydrated.

I love you.

Levi."

It was the little gestures, the sweet notes, and loving sentiments that Levi conveyed that never failed to warm her heart and rekindle her love for him. She placed the love letter aside, alongside the other letters Levi had written, with the intention of showering him with affection after a long day. He unquestionably deserved it.

***

"Do you ever think about what you'd do when this is all over?" she asked Levi one day.

Levi was taken aback by the genuine question, pausing to contemplate his response. "Hmm," he began, "I'd like to build a Tea Shop."

"A Tea Shop?" she quizzically inquired.

"Yes," he replied, his gaze fixed on her, his voice a soft whisper, "and you'll be there."

Her eyes widened in slight astonishment at his sweet declaration, and then she smiled. She reached out, her fingers gently combing through his hair before caressing his soft cheek. "I'd like that, Levi," she whispered back. She leaned in for a kiss, and as they parted, she continued, "And we'll have a garden outside the Tea Shop, so customers can dine there too. Doesn't that sound wonderful?"

Levi chuckled softly at her unexpected enthusiasm. "It does," he concurred. He reached for her hands, bringing them to his lips and planting a tender kiss on her knuckles, his thumbs gently rubbing them. "We'll end this war, and we'll live in peace, together."

His sudden displays of affection never failed to melt her heart and renew her love for him.

"Together."

"Always."

***

"Connie!"

Before Connie could turn to see who had called his name, a powerful shove from behind propelled him out of harm's way, narrowly avoiding an imminent Titan attack he hadn't seen coming. The young woman who had saved him was not so fortunate, as the Titan's teeth sank into her leg during her heroic act. She lost her balance, and in her fall, a claw sliced through her side, causing further injury.

As she plummeted to the ground, Levi caught her, having swiftly moved from a distant part of the battlefield. Gently laying her down, he assessed the extent of her injuries.

"Stay with me," his deep voice echoed.

Although her vision blurred, the voices were clear and distinct. Cries and screams surrounded them, creating a scene of utter chaos.

"Levi…" she whispered weakly, her lifeblood staining the earth beneath her.

In response, he knelt beside her, his expression a mask of concern and fear. He couldn't bear the thought of losing her. "I've got you. I'll bandage your wounds and get you out of the combat zone," he promised, his voice trembling.

"Levi…"

She interrupted him, prompting him to meet her gaze. His breath caught in his throat, and his heart raced. He couldn't lose her, not now. "Wrapping my wounds will take time. You need to go back out there and help the others," she insisted, her voice strained. "I'll make it quick. Don't worry."

"Don't."

She interrupted him once more. "Please, Levi, let me go."

He whispered her name, his voice choked with emotion. "I can't lose you like this. We're on the brink of ending this war," he pleaded.

"You won't lose me. We'll find each other in another life," she assured him with a sad smile. Her hand reached up to wipe away a tear that he hadn't realized had fallen. He was silently weeping.

"I love you," she whispered.

He couldn't accept this. They were so close to victory, and he couldn't fathom a life without her. This wasn't what either of them wanted, but if it was the hand fate had dealt them, there was little they could do.

"I love you too."

"Finish this war without me. I have faith in all of you."

Levi leaned down and pressed his forehead on her own, tears escaped the moment his closed his eyes tight. His lover leaned to him closer to kiss him passionately.

"I'll see you later," she whispered.

***

Her heart ached as much as her head did as different memories kept flooding in her mind. She closed her eyes tight for a second to recover herself and realized she's been staring at the same box for who knows how long. She returned the photos in the box and went out of the shop.

Enough of this.

The young woman sighed. Hopefully, she'll find an answer.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, yet the ache in her heart remained. She resumed her normal life, following her mundane routine, but it felt as though a part of her was missing. Her dreams, those memories from a different time and place, haunted her relentlessly.

One evening, as she gazed out of her window at the setting sun, an overwhelming restlessness consumed her. The need for answers had grown too strong to ignore. The strange connection she felt to the name "Levi" and the vivid memories that felt so real could no longer be dismissed.

Taking a deep breath, she resolved to embark on a quest to unearth the truth behind these haunting memories. She threw herself into research, scouring old books and articles, desperately searching for any mention of a Levi who might have lived during the time of her dreams. It was a long shot, and the odds were against her, but an unshakeable feeling told her that this was important.

Weeks stretched into months as she painstakingly combed through historical records. One day, she stumbled upon a faded photograph in an ancient journal—a black and white image of a group of soldiers. In the center of the photograph stood a man who sent shivers down her spine.

"Levi," she whispered his name aloud, as if to confirm his existence. The man in the photograph possessed the same raven hair and stern yet striking countenance she had seen in her dreams. It couldn't be a coincidence. The journal provided some details about a group of soldiers who had fought in a war against colossal humanoid creatures called Titans. It was a war that had occurred over a century ago, and most of the soldiers had perished.

Delving deeper into her research, she discovered that the war against the Titans had taken place in a world vastly different from her own. A world where humanity lived within colossal walls to protect themselves from these monstrous entities. It was a world that should have had no connection to her, yet the memories and emotions she experienced were undeniably real.

With newfound determination, she decided to seek out a local historian who specialized in that era. Perhaps this historian could provide more information about the soldiers who had fought in the Titan War, particularly the mysterious Levi.

The historian's office was a cluttered treasure trove of ancient documents and maps, a testament to his lifelong dedication to his field. He listened attentively as she recounted her dreams and the inexplicable connection she felt to a past life.

After a long pause, the historian finally spoke. "What you're describing is known as reincarnation memories—a phenomenon where individuals recall events and emotions from their past lives. It's rare but documented."

"But why do I have these memories, and why do I feel so connected to this Levi?" she implored, her desperation palpable.

The historian leaned forward, his gaze a mix of curiosity and sympathy. "It's possible that your soul carries the memories of a previous life, and for some reason, they've resurfaced in this lifetime. As for your connection to Levi, it's a mystery. Perhaps you were deeply entwined in that past life, and your souls remain bound in some way."

Leaving the historian's office with more questions than answers, she knew she couldn't stop now. The memories of her past life were like fragments of a puzzle begging to be pieced together. The sensation of her connection to Levi felt more than mere happenstance.

The following day, she decided to visit a teashop she had never frequented. It was a small, charming establishment with an atmosphere of tranquility—an ideal setting to collect her thoughts and attempt to make sense of her experiences. As she entered and settled into a corner table, an inexplicable sense of déjà vu washed over her.

Ordering her favorite tea, she watched as steam curled from the cup, her thoughts drifting back to the memories of love, war, and sacrifice that had played out in her dreams. It was almost as if she could hear Levi's voice softly murmuring, "Together, always."

Lost in her thoughts, the teashop's door swung open, and a man entered. With raven hair and a stern, yet striking countenance, their eyes locked. Time seemed to stand still as recognition flooded over them both.

"Levi?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

His eyes widened in disbelief as he made his way toward her table. "I… I don't know how, but I remember you," he said, his voice filled with equal parts incredulity and longing.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she reached out to touch his hand, and he covered it with his own. In that moment, the inexplicable connection between their souls became undeniably real.

"I love you," she whispered, just as she had in her dreams.

"I love you too," he replied, their love transcending time and space.

As they sat together in that small teashop, hand in hand, they knew that their reunion was no mere coincidence. Their love had endured through the ages, a love that was truly timeless.

About. Masterlist. Taglist.

Yours truly,

Rowan.

[shiningstaroffaith]

I am who I am and I will never change.

I am a part heyoka empath, part sigma empath and other empaths mixed in.

I strongly believe in human rights and get upset when I see others rights violated.

I believe in consent, human dignity, women viewing their bodies and appearance the way they like, people who are free to live according to their beliefs, behaviours they enjoy and values eg surfies who love surfing should be able to live beside the ocean and do it each day, people who want to have piercings and tattoos should be able to have them, women should dress the way they wish even if it is not what you like..sometimes I think they should cover up a bit more but of they like it then they do, if you need to have an abortion then you have the right to choose etc, I believe in equality between men and women that women shouldn't feel less capable than men and are as strong as men and that they should not feel limited in their capacity to achieve or be leaders etc as a woman I never felt limited and knew their were women trades, fire-fighters etc whether i could do those things or not...I just thought YOU GO GIRL

I do not believe in racism or homophobia or prejudice against others for differences.

I believe people should care about others and if they can help others.

I believe in free will that it is a human right, same as freedom of speech and freedom of choice.

I do not believe anyone has a right to limit your choices well certainly not a human only if it is for your own good and not by human hands unless you need to go to jail for a crime.

I love myself But if anyone tries to hurt me I have learnt to stand up for myself because you should never let anyone try to steal your sparkle.

You are my night in shimmering armour Gilbert. Don't you mean shining mama. No shimmering..you shimmer and you glow

Anyway I do not believe I am limited, I can do anything I set my mind to. I always believed in my dreams and held my hopes high whether it was through a magazine clipping, a sticker or a magazine. I would look at these things when I had nothing and was at my lowest to remind me of my dreams and what was possible in my life.

When I was sick, I was thinking about my dreams and how I still had time to do something I enjoyed and have a family and live a place I loved. And how I needed to get out and go shopping and brought the cutest shirt and do not know why I took it back.

And how i used to shop at dotti, dangerfield and vintage shops like retrostar and shag.

And when I was sick i listened to pop music, put cute backgrounds on my twitter, watched teen mom and dreamed of burgers and my favourite foods when I got better and brought stickers, magazines and flowers to brighten my days and lollies and gum or mints.

I used to watch the simple life with Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie and I hated it and thought they were so rude. I watched the bachelor with my mum and was really thinking it was romantic when they found the one and me and my mum thought it was the most beautiful thing ever and wondered whether they would last.

We used to watch passions this crazy soap with this scary little boy and a witch called Tabitha I an convinced I made my mum watch this but was always scared of the little boy and watched him with trepidation.

I used to watch home and away with Angel and Dylan and Dylan died and it was really tragic and the braxton boys with my dad (I made him watch it) and loved like ruby and others and was happy for her when she got married in real life and saw her wedding in a magazine and thought it was pretty and dreamed of my own wedding.

And me and my mum watched Oprah and Ellen and I thought they were nice people because they always gave money and Dr Phil and I thought he was really great for being patient with those people and sorting out their heinous issues and sometimes got sad, watched the doctors and wondered if everything they said was true and the midday movies which were sometimes about murders and horrible scary rubbish.

When I was sick I often watched movies in bed all night if I could not sleep often my very favourites like Romy and Michele's high school reunion, view from the top and where the heart is.

I do not know but I was obsessed with that movie how she had her baby in Walmart. And 'have a romy and Michele day' and I invented post its. God they were rude...they were rude. I just get so happy when they finally let her shop.

Anyway i love me. I am always true to myself. I do not care who comes against me. I do my best and I love me. I do not see anything wrong with myself and believe in kind people and givers. I just want to be me without having to compare it to someone else. Comparing for me is jealousy, it makes no difference. It was not me who put lunge in my air each day. I do not believe I am evil.

I like my independence and am proud of my strength and believe in taking care of the planet.

[lavetirdresses]

Weaving Narratives: Literary and Artistic Inspirations in Wedding Attire

At wedding fashion shows, the presence of literary and artistic inspiration in bridal and bridesmaid wear is evidence of their lasting cultural relevance. Not only does this combination lend garments with deeper meanings and stories but also allows couples to reflect both individual passions as well as shared interests through these garments. This essay delves deep into this rich tapestry of literary and artistic influences in wedding apparel, showing how themes from literature and art pervade matrimonial celebrations.

Literary Love Affairs Literature provides couples with endless sources of creativity. Bridal gowns inspired by literary themes can capture the spirit of beloved heroines or key elements from classic novels or poetry; for example, Shakespeare's Juliet might inspire romantic lace gowns with soft fabrics such as satin; Jane Austen's Elizabeth Bennet might inspire more daring styles with empire waistlines and vintage details.

Bridesmaid dresses can also draw upon literary sources for design inspiration, with designs reflecting the settings or themes of beloved works. A wedding themed after "The Great Gatsby" might see Art Deco embellishments that transport guests back to 1920s New York; conversely a Tolkien wedding could see bridesmaids donned in earthy tones with elvish accessories to reflect Middle-earth's natural splendor.

Artistic Aesthetics Art is an endless source of wedding attire inspiration. Couples may draw upon one art movement like Impressionism or Art Nouveau as their thematic backdrop and let this influence their design and color choices; brides inspired by Pre-Raphaelite romanticism may opt for gowns showcasing intricate embroidery with deep hues to evoke the intensity of paintings from that movement.

Bridesmaid dresses can serve as individual works of art that reflect different elements of a chosen art movement. For instance, when inspired by Cubism's vibrant colors and geometric forms, bridesmaid dresses might feature angular cuts with bold, contrasting color schemes to create a striking visual effect.

Interweaving Themes and Motifs

Wedding attire can take its cue from literary and artistic themes in other ways than directly drawing inspiration from individual works or movements. Motifs such as flowers, stars, or birds may be incorporated into bridal and burgundy bridesmaid dresses to signify literary or artistic references; symbolic colors can add depth of meaning as well; for instance green often signifies growth and renewal - making this choice especially fitting as marriage represents new beginnings!

Custom Creations and Collaborations

Aiming for literary and artistic authenticity when selecting wedding attire has led to an uptick in custom-designed gowns and partnerships between couples and designers, creating pieces tailored specifically to each couple's story and aesthetic preferences. Custom elements, like hand-painted fabrics or custom embroidery can transform bridal and pink bridesmaid dresses into wearable works of art - each stitch and brushstroke contributing to its story of the day.

Conclusion Integrating literary and artistic inspirations into wedding attire is a celebration of creativity, passion, and personal identity. It allows couples to go beyond traditional bridal fashion by crafting an experience tailored to their love story and cultural interests. Weddings continue to evolve into expressions of individualism and artistry and the incorporation of literature and art into wedding attire is an incredible way to commemorate two lives that share inspirations and dreams that bind them closer together.

[bridesofbeecroft]

The Latest Trends in Beautiful Wedding Gowns for 2023

As the year 2023 commences, brides-to-be are already looking ahead to what wedding gown trends will be popular for their big day. From luxurious fabrics to intricate details and modern silhouettes, there are plenty of exciting new designs coming up! And the best part is that you don’t need a huge budget to get an on-trend look – with the right research and shopping around, you can find beautiful wedding dresses that fit both your style and price range.

Features of Trending Gowns

This year, bridal designers are taking inspiration from vintage styles and combining them with more contemporary elements. Think puff sleeves, ruffles, delicate lace appliques and elegant trains – all combined into one stunning ensemble!

You can also expect to see a lot of romantic touches like bows, ribbons, or even floral embellishments which will add texture and dimension to the overall design. For those seeking something minimalistic yet sophisticated, structured silhouettes with sleek lines are also making a huge impact in 2023’s bridal fashion scene. Short-sleeve or halter gowns can also be seen peeking out among this season’s catalogues - adding an extra layer of modernity and functionality for even chillier days!

Affordable Options

When it comes to affordable wedding dresses, Brides of Beecroft has got you covered! With an extensive selection of designer gowns within a variety of different price ranges, this prestigious Australian boutique offers something sure to please every bride's taste.

Whether you’re searching for beautiful ballgowns with traditional bell shapes or something more modern such as high necklines and fitted bodices – they have options sure to make everyone feel like a princess on their special day! Plus, if you’re looking for something unique - why not consider browsing through their selection of customisable gowns? Shouldn't your special day be just as individual as you are?

Conclusion

When it comes to finding quality options at an affordable price range – Brides of Beecroft is where it's at. By investing in quality materials and focusing on timeless designs - any bride can find her dream dress without breaking the bank. So don't worry about compromising beauty over cost - because when it comes to beautiful wedding dresses in 2023 - no one has been left behind!

[vidrphotography]

Old Lystra Inn Wedding Venue Chapel Hill | Emerald & Earth-tone

~ Elope NC and Green Wedding Guild Styled Shoot at Old Lystra Inn in Chapel Hill, NC ~

This past April I participated in a styled shoot challenge sponsored by Elope NC and Green Wedding Guild. Where 6 teams worked to plan and create a sustainable elopement using the following guidelines.

Flowers must be sourced locally and seasonally, and no floral foam may be used.

No “new” items may be purchased for this shoot. Decor may be rented, borrowed, or thrifted.

Attire & accessories may be pre-loved, from a rental company, or from a sustainable designer.

Food (if used) should be seasonally & locally inspired.

Stationery (if used) should contain recycled content, be sourced from sustainably managed forests, or in some other way promote sustainability (eg: seed paper, bamboo paper, etc.).

My team’s theme was emerald and earth-tone brunch with design elements inspired by antique Edwardian vibes since Old Lystra Inn was originally built circa 1890.

The Venue

I had never been to Old Lystra Inn, so I was in for a nice surprise. It’s located in Chapel Hill, only a 10 minute drive from downtown, but driving there I really felt like I was going home to the Appalachian mountains. It was a beautiful scenic drive, and I really felt like I was out in the country.

The inn itself is gorgeous as well. Despite being originally built around 1890, it has been completely renovated, but not in a way that takes away from the historic character. It was originally built around 1890 as the Windy Oaks Inn, then later became the home of Paul Green, the Pulitzer prize winning playwright, and is currently known as Old Lystra Inn.

Getting Ready

Since it’s an inn there are a lot of options for where couples can choose to get ready. The bride got ready in a room along the eastern side of the inn, with this amazing antique wardrobe I utilized to get some photos of the dress. While the groom got ready on the upper level.

Speaking of the dress, we worked with Beautiful and Borrowed Bridal to rent this amazing dress. They have a great selection of gowns for all sizes, and are a sustainable and affordable way to get the gown of your dreams.

The groom wore a gray suit, subtly incorporating emerald through his pocket square.

Since the theme was emerald, we obviously had to have some emerald jewelry. There was an emerald and silver wedding band with leaf detailing, an emerald and diamond engagement ring, and a green onyx and gold signet ring for the groom.

Ceremony

The ceremony took place in the back garden with the forest as a backdrop. Our florist, Shannon from Élan House, created this arch from dyed pampas grass in a myriad of green and teal hues.

"I wanted to create something out of the ordinary, using minimal blooms that could be used repeatedly. I played off the color choice of Emerald, which signifies balance and harmony. " - Shannon (Élan House)

Featuring live painting by Annie at Stroke of Whimsy. I am always astounded by live painters and their skill, but I think Annie in particular was amazing. She does such a great job at capturing movement and emotion.

See the final image on her site here.

Reception

The reception area was set up in a tent next to the venue with a sweetheart table, and guest table. Both tables repurposed decor from the ceremony, using the bouquet as a centerpiece for the guest table, and pampas grass decor at the sweetheart table. The  emerald china, wooden candlestick holders, earth toned depression glass goblets, and other decor

came from Southern Vintage Table in Hillsborough, NC. They have a huge selection of vintage/antique decor and accessories, and its really fun to browse their shop.

"This aesthetic started with the emerald jewel-tones complemented with earth-tones like browns, but the brunch theme was the star here. I really enjoyed featuring brunch treats, not only the food, but as an edible centerpiece. The small treats were pretty and on a variety of stands, with green fruits spread on the table beneath, so nearly every part of the table design was rented or edible. The decor from the ceremony was repurposed for the sweetheart table design, and we wanted to show that elopements can be beautiful without being extravagant." -Stephanie (Beauty & the Budget)

Portraits

On the other end of the venue, behind the log cabin, there is a vast forest with a fallen mossy log that is the perfect secluded spot for some quiet time with your partner. This would be a great place for a first look or a private vow exchange. It almost feels like you’ve taken a portal into a fairy tale land. If you’re not engaged it may be a good place to look for your Fae king 🙃

Vendors

Planner: Beauty & the Budget

Photographer: Vidr Photography

Florist: Élan House

Rentals: Southern Vintage Table

Gown: Beautiful & Borrowed Bridal

Suit: New York Bride & Groom

Jewelry: Diamond's Direct

Dessert: Crepe Cakerie

Hair: Stolochi Hair

Makeup & Officiant: Ministry Makeup

Live Painting: Stroke of Whimsy

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