#I hope that the brides Saw that they deserve all of the fun.

[immediatebreakfast]

Happy shovel day!

POV: you are one of the Weird Sisters, and you see the Snacky snack Blood bag Boytoy turn Dracula's face into dough for plăcintă du cartofi.

[simpingland]

Ooohhhh okie so;

Can I get a Harwin x Fem!Reader

Major fluff, I’m thinking Harwin either wining or losing to Daemon at a tourney and reader like cleans him up as they share a bath.

The idea is really vague.

(Feel free to ignore!!)

Crown of Soap.// Ser Harwin Strong x fem!reader.

Summary: Ser Harwin only wants to crown his wife as the Queen of Love and Beauty. And the problem is not that Daemon is his opponent, but that his wife does not want Harwin to win the tournament.

A/N: sorry if this was too much introduction till the bath. I LOVED THIS IDEA. Thank you for reaching, hope you like it❤️gif not mine.

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Days at King Viserys's court were quiet considering the presence of Prince Daemon. Daemon's marriage to his beloved niece Rhaenyra had brought happiness to the family, though it was a difficult decision for the King. But the Princess radiated joy and quickly outgrown your reputation as a happy bride. Whenever Rhaenyra appeared in your room, your husband Harwin left politely but hurriedly. You could see him roll his eyes when your attention was taken from him, and you could only smile at his politeness, knowing full well that he was not irritated, and that he was exaggerating just to amuse you. You, on the other hand, were deeply happy for your dear friend Rhaenyra, who had trusted you from the first day you sat beside her. And of course, the Crown Princess's wedding deserved something grand, something to entertain the nobles, a tournament.

"No, Harwin, there is no need for you to participate," you told him at dinner. Your refusal took him by surprise.

"And why not? It will be fun. Besides, who can beat me?"

Ser Harwin "Breakbones," of course, and his confident smile appeared at that nickname. And the breadth of his shoulders and the strength of his arms would never deny it, but not everything lasts forever. Daemon was a proud, competitive man, and besides, Harwin was more clumsy, strong, but clumsy.

"Well, I just don't want you to get hurt too badly."

"I'll take my chances. I want to crown you Queen of love and beauty."

"That's very sweet..." you saw him take your hand, pleased with himself. "But I wouldn't want you to."

"I'm not understanding anything."

Poor thing, you stroked his hand, big and rough but so manly and tender.

"It's a tournament in honour of Daemon and Rhaenyra. And Daemon will want to win to crown Rhaenyra. And honestly, she deserves to be crowned, even if Daemon doesn't deserve to win. You don't know how many times the Princess has cried on my shoulder for Daemon. She doesn't deserve that man either...but since she's got him, it would be fitting to give them a nice start to their marriage. Do you understand, my love?"

You watched as he processed the information, his sweet eyes looking into yours. And he nodded, smiling and stroking your hand back.

"All right...but I'm not going to make a fool of myself."

"Harwin..." you chided him.

"You deserve crowns too, and it is my duty to honour you. So I won't let them laugh at me or you. And I will fight as hard as the Prince fights." His tone was serious, but not strong or stern.

"I don't want a crown!"

"Then you shall have it!"

"You are disgustingly stubborn."

"You cannot prevent me from winning fairly. It is dishonourable."

"Harwin, please..." he got up to get into bed, shaking his head.

"I'm sorry, but I'm going to win you that crown." He pointed his finger at you and began to undress.

"Then I'll flush it down the toilet," you lied, crossing your arms.

You could see the smile creeping back on his face, and you couldn't hide it much longer either. And the 'discussion' went on until Harwin fell asleep.

The tournament was not long in coming. Of course, while you were putting on one of your best dresses, Harwin was putting on one of his best suits of armour. He sat obediently for you to put his long, curly hair up in a ponytail. You offered to be late for the tournament while you frolicked in bed, but he declined.

"We'll enjoy tonight, where I can see you happy and beautiful with your new crown. Only with your crown."

"That's if you come in one piece, my love."

Of course, he never took such remarks with offence. A man as great as he was did not doubt his manliness in the face of words, and his dear wife was the first with whom he could be vulnerable and who truly knew his ways. And to hurt Harwin's spirit it took more than that, and that was what you loved most about him, that he was so much more than 'the strongest man in the Seven Kingdoms'. He gave you a tantalising kiss before parting from you, a kiss that could have gone further, but Harwin broke away, leaving you wanting more. As you sat down next to Rhaenyra, you could see him smile sympathetically at his squire, happy and nervous. The bride looked with his same emotions, her eyes searching energetically for Daemon, touching her necklace.

"Who are you going to bet on, Princess?" you asked jokingly.

"For my husband, just as you will bet on yours..." she replied, smiling.

"Oh, don't think I'm so convinced. Prince Daemon will do everything he can to crown you. He'd be willing to finish off the brute of Harwin to win a kiss from you."

You watched as Rhaenyra laughed, blushing. She reminded you of yourself when you were newly wed. A young lady, who travelled with her father to King's Landing to gain a place among the King's court. And of course, you were given the duty of marriage. The Princess and now Queen Alicent were kind, and kept you company during the exhausting courtships of the lords. Rhaenyra was only bent on marrying Daemon, Alicent was already married, but you couldn't find anyone you liked at all. Until the hunt in honour of Aegon. Ser Harwin Strong hadn't said a word to you since you arrived, and it was understandable since you were a girl in the shadow of a princess and liked to watch him from afar. When the whole court moved to spend three days hunting, the Strongs offered to take you and your father in the carriage, for yours had broken down in the middle of the road. And it was during those days that Harwin truly saw you. He gave up riding on his own horse to keep talking to you on the road, gave you his cloak at night when it was cool, and sat beside you at suppers, listening to your gossip while he told you what he had seen on the hunt. And though Harwin was a candidate to be the Princess's husband, he was quick to ask your father for your hand, but not before asking you first. Your betrothal was so simple and so happy that Rhaenyra had to hide her jealousy, but it was soon noticed and you and Harwin planned dinners with Ser Lyonel, where you convinced him that Daemon would be the best choice and conveyed it to the king. You triumphed.

The jousting began, and as expected, the final three were Daemon, Harwin and Criston. Your husband winked at you every time his opponent fell to the ground. And it was he who defeated Criston, making both you and Rhaenyra chuckle a bit too much. When it was his and Daemon's turn, they both approached the stand where you were standing. Daemon asked his wife for her favour, while Harwin asked for yours. You chose the most beautiful and simple ribbon, with small purple flowers and colourful dark green leaves. When you put it on Harwin, you looked into his eyes.

"I would wish you luck, my lord, but if you do the right thing, you will always come out on top." That was your last request.

And you watched as they both clung tightly to your horses. Difficult to overthrow, Daemon and Harwin were beginning to grow frustrated, as were you and Rhaenyra. And when Harwin broke Daemon's shield, it was all but settled for the knight to win, not the prince. Before they made the final turn, Harwin looked at you, without the smile, and you nodded for him to look at Rhaenyra. She was holding your hands, her face was one of disappointment as she saw her husband angry at the situation. And you saw how he himself struggled. On the last blow, Harwin again galloped with impetus, as did the Prince, and before he could strike the blow, the Prince was able to push him off his horse. It was harsh, and a resounding fall. Everyone held their breath a little before bursting into applause as Harwin removed his helmet in defeat. You clapped as you watched your husband, being lifted up by Daemon. They shook hands and then he reached for his squire. And from a distance he could see the smile on your face as Rhaenyra was crowned Queen of Love and Beauty by her husband. Then, he waited for you to arrive at his tent so that you would feel sorry for him.

"Are you all right?" You asked, genuinely dismayed.

"I think I need to wait in bed for a month and a half. In the company of my wife, naked if possible. The masters so indicate." He exaggerated a tired tone that made you laugh.

"You are perfectly fine, I see. Though you reek of sweat."

"A crown of flowers would have taken away this stench."

"Soap and water is also a good option."

And you walked towards the castle, but Harwin was not at your side, and when you turned you saw that he was limping. The sight made you tender, for he was so big, he made so much noise in that armour, and he walked like a little boy with that smile framed by a beard. You had to let him rest his arm on your shoulders.

"Come on, 'old-bones', we haven't got all day."

You smiled at him when he rolled his eyes at his nickname. Harwin didn't have that many years on you, you were always amused by the nickname, pointing out his very limited grey hair as if it was the beginning of the end, and watched as he proceeded to try to impress you with his talents. And you loved those displays, him picking you up, practising with his sword in front of you, or helping to fix things around the castle. In time, Harwin began to enjoy your "pity" for him when he fell asleep on your chest, or when you read aloud to him. When he was drowsy he always let you fill his face with little kisses. The maidens prepared a large bath for you, with refreshing water after the hot day, and the squire brought into the room the cloak, shield and crown with which you had wished Harwin luck.

You helped him take off his armour, one of your favourite hobbies, and your husband always enjoyed watching your concentration. He had bruises when you undressed him completely, and one that was sure to get worse on his abdomen, where Daemon had struck to get him to throw it off. He was sweaty, incredibly handsome, but his injuries worried you.

"Don't worry," he said, voice low and caressing your face, making you stare at him. "I'm fine."

"It's a good bump."

"That's what happens when you raise your arm too high, you find a weak spot."

You could tell by the smile. Harwin had done it on purpose, he'd let himself get hit. It made sense, he had the advantage, and he was too easy to beat even when Daemon had been hurt worse.

"You let him win..."

"No..." he lied. "I'm old, that's all."

He climbed into the tub by himself, sinking down to wet his head. Meanwhile, you stood outside, watching him, your brave knight. Grabbing an ointment, you sat beside the tub and carefully spread the cream over those bruises. You could feel Harwin's eyes following you. And when you reached the big one, the pain made him pull away.

"I'm sorry," you said, "I can't quite reach, turn around a bit."

"No," he replied. "Get in with me. You smell like sweat too."

"But I have to put the ointment on you."

"Put it on later. Take a bath with me."

At your refusal, Harwin splashed the water on you, soaking much of your dress and hair. So, wanting to kill him, you gasped and shed your clothes. Your husband couldn't take his eyes off you, and immediately made room for you.

"This bathtub isn't that big..." you said as you settled in.

"I know, and that's what I like the most."

You were in front of him. You had to pull your knees up to your chest to get in, and Harwin grabbed your foot and made you straighten your leg. When he kissed you on the sole, his beard tickled you.

"Harwin, stop!"

"I can't hear you, wife, you're too far away." And he tugged at the hand you'd thrown to pull your foot away from his lips, and pulled you down to lie in his lap. Your faces close and his hands resting on your waist. Then already Harwin let you clean him. With the washcloth and a bar of soap, he closed his eyes as you ran it gently over his armpits, over his shoulders, always leaving a path of caresses.

"It's a shame you didn't win, my lord..."

"More's my pity you didn't get a crown."

"You're obsessed with the crown," you joked. Harwin opened his eyes to focus on you. "Honestly, I don't need you to win tournaments or be a great fighter to prove anything. I like the humble, good man I have for a husband."

As you washed his face, Harwin moved his hand along the curve of your back.

"I just wanted to see you shine," he confessed.

"What do you mean?"

"Ever since you came to the palace, you've been in the Princess's shadow forever. And I only dared to speak to you when I could find you apart from her. You are more than a lady-in-waiting to Rhaenyra, and I feel that the life I give you does not take you away from that. I feel that...I need to bring you pride and honour. I need them to see you, as I see you."

"Oh, Harwin..." you threw yourself on his mouth, and you kissed each other so passionately that you felt like you could melt right there, on top of your husband, with his flowery scent and warm from sweat. And as you kissed, Harwin's hand caressed your thighs, drawing you even closer to him. When you broke apart, your smile was irrepressible.

"I adore you... I adore you for what you have done for Rhaenyra. And I adore you for thinking of me. And I love you, Harwin, I love you for being the gentle knight as sweet as you are stubborn."

You saw him blush, smiling. And you kept bathing him until all that was left to do was to wash his hair. Then you stood behind him, all that back holding your upperbody.

"I can't wait to be an old man so you have to bathe me all the time." You felt him relax with your massage.

"In a month you'll be fulfilling that dream, you little elder."

You heard his laughter as you removed the soap from his hair. And then all that was left to do was relax. With Harwin between your legs and his head on your chest, his hands caressed the hands resting on his chest and you stared into nothingness. Then you began to talk about your favourite subject.

"I saw Criston tripping before the joust began," Harwin said. "He thought no one saw him, but he saw me looking at him."

"And you laughed, didn't you?"

"And I laughed..." and Harwin burst into laughter again, laughing and making you laugh as well. "Well, though in fairness, I don't think there's anyone in the kingdom who could wear a crown of flowers better than Criston, he's a handsome mother fucker..."

"I don't agree. He's very handsome...but he doesn't deserve it."

Your arm reached for the small crown from before, Harwin looked over to see what you were doing. When you took the little crown, he thought he understood everything.

"True, you are a better candidate for..." when he went to take it from you to crown you, you pushed it away from him.

"No, my dear Harwin. I don't deserve it either..." you put on an exaggerated solemn tone. "The true king of love and beauty is the sweet knight Ser Harwin 'Breakbones' Strong."

And he let you put the crown on him, his hair wet and clean. You watched as he clasped his hands together and placed them tenderly near his cheeks, lifting one shoulder flirtatiously. He forced you to kiss his hand, which you did as you laughed. But his appreciation was shown when he plunged you back into one of those kisses that only he knew how to give you, the kiss he had promised before the joust began.

And you knew he was truly honoured because he spent the rest of the day with that wreath on, and took one of the flowers in his suit the next day. No one else could know even if they saw it on his shirt. But only you needed to know, because when you got close to his chest you could smell not just a flower, but the love and beauty it represented.

[skzstoryvault]

Pastel Crimes (fluff, comfort)

F!Reader x Chan

Chan and his wife attend the wedding of someone in her family.

This is in no way connected or meant to be a reflection of the real person Bang Chan.

This is pure fantasy. Everyone would envy whoever married Bang Chan, no matter who they were. I thought this would be a very juicy, satisfying scenario.

Since it's a white people wedding, expect some micro-aggressions and boomer racism. Reader's family is misogynistic towards her.

The story stops right as the smut starts.

The "you" used here is not generic, I'm using it to allow myself some immersion on later re-reads. I know that's selfish but isn't all the writing advice telling us to write what we want to read? If you still find something in here to like, all the better - I hope you enjoy it and have a good time.

Please be kind.

Please do not report this post. If it's not your thing, just scroll away.

If you're underage, please scroll on, there is nothing for you here.

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“Your old aunt called me an oriental,” Chan says, causing a shiver of dread to go down your spine.

“She what now?!” You splutter. “Fuck me, she hit the bottle again, because when she’s sober she at least keeps her mouth shut. I’m really sorry, Channie. I… There’s really nothing that excuses it.” “You have nothing to apologise for. Old white people are racist and have no filter, but I knew that. I’ve been called worse.” “And at a wedding, too. See? This is why I never go to these things. I mean, on top of all of my family insisting that I’m gay and unemployed despite all evidence pointing to the contrary. Every time we all meet it’s just… this shit.” “Hey, you’re doing great navigating this. And I’m having fun. The food is great, there’s some nice folks our age around and the bride and groom are lovely.” He says, amused. He’s a way better, classier person than you are, because you are ready to go out there and start a fight. “Besides, it’s nice to not be the centre of attention for a bit." "You know, calling me oriental the way people refer to those skinny long cats who pile together and meow your head off… that was kind of cute.” Chan carries on. “She saw us playing with the flower girls earlier and she asked me why I hadn’t put a couple of those in you yet. And why we’re married, if not to fuck with impunity. Something your sister and BIL also asked, in a less direct way. I guess they do believe you’re gay and I’m somehow just a very charitable friend who agreed to be your full time beard?” Mortification steals your breath, you want to say so much and nothing seems an adequate first reaction so you just gasp and hiss. “Channie- “ You start, feeling on the brink of tears. This is why you are low, low contact with your family. They openly told you you could do better, way better than your husband. He’s not tall enough. Not pretty enough, not rich enough, not white, and they just know all your kids would look fully Asian because the Korean gene would totally drown out the white one. You, on the other hand, know there is no better husband than Chan. He’s hot as all hell, is fiercely protective of you and, most importantly, he loves and genuinely sees an equal in you. You’re best friends and support each other through everything, and you genuinely enjoy each other’s company even ten years after getting married. The name thing is also a point of contention. You both kept your own surnames, since in Korea women don’t take the husband’s family name. But to your family, that’s just further proof you’re just married for the tax break and to dispel all allegations of you being gay. 

“I think it’s grand,” Chan continues. “They just don’t know you and never bothered to, and I think for that crime, they deserve to never be taken off the low information diet. You’d think that for being an only child, you’d be more loved. Like Hyunjin. His parents worship the ground he walks on.” “Hyunjin was a wanted child. And notably, a boy.” You say, sighing. “I’ve been justifying my existence since I was plopped out onto this Earth. Always asking for permission and apologising for daring to exist and wanting to do anything.” 

“You’re the treasure beneath my exploded church,” Chan says, referencing a book you gave him around the beginning of your relationship. Paulo Coelho’s The Alchemist. “I’m so happy I got to know you and had the exceptional wisdom to make you my wife. Your family doesn't deserve you.” 

Family. This was a big theme all along the eleven years you’ve known each other. Chan having the seven members and viewing them as his actual children because he was and still is responsible for them. Them seeing him as their dad and cheekily testing his authority, but never his love. 

You somehow ending up not as a mom figure, but acting as a consigliere to Chan, like in a mafia hierarchy. His members now respect and love you just as much as they do their leader. 

“You and the members are my family. And I don’t care that we’re atypical and not the usual dad, mom and bio kids deal.” You say. “All of my older relatives and even my parents, they’ve been married for a lifetime but they can’t stand each other. They are just too scared to leave because divorce is lawyers and court and hassle and for the women, poverty. So they do not get to judge our relationship or you.” 

“Come here, baby. Real close.” Chan whispers, opening his arms. “Channie’s gonna make it all good.” 

You blush. Even after all this time, his comforting voice and freely offered hugs work on you like a charm. 

He enfolds you in his arms and brings you even closer to him, glueing you to his front and guiding your head to one of his shoulders, placing a dry kiss to your neck and sighing. It’s from this close that you feel it- “Chris? What’s the occasion?” You ask, lifting your head to look into his eyes. What could have given him a hard-on right now? It can’t have been the racism or the dysfunctional family interactions. 

“Uh- I-” He starts, folding an arm up and scratching the back of his neck. It’s one of his tells for when he’s nervous or embarrassed. “I haven’t told you just how hot you look in this dress. I’ve been managing a semi all day.” “Never change. God, please never change.” You say, shifting so you can kiss him. “You look smoking hot in the three piece suit too. Been wanting to tear you out of it in one of the upstairs bedrooms.”

You know he doesn’t believe you when you say he looks beautiful and hot in any outfit he puts on. But he’s grateful you’re always thinking of having your way with him, despite his lingering insecurities. Those aren’t just easily dissolved with a compliment or two. And it’s honest every time. He insisted you straighten his hair and he styled it the way company stylists used to for going on stage. He wore thin gold rim glasses instead of contacts to be comfortable and the suit he got matches with your dress. Both suit and dress are a vibrant chicory blue and he wore a white shirt with the first two buttons open and a midnight blue and gold pocket square. In your eyes, he outshone the groom, and the bride too, although you both fit into the dress code. But he cannot help being the hottest man at every gathering because he’s your husband and everyone is always drawn to him. Which is why you’re always thanking your luckiest stars for him. “You look amazing in the suit. And you looked even better when you took off the jacket to play with the kids. I was drooling watching you, and my sister thought I was looking at the kids and wanting some. I didn’t have the heart to tell her what I was thinking at the time.” You say, amused at the memory. “I wish she would get off your back. Other than your old aunt with no filter, everyone else is giving me zero stress about kids. It’s not fair you get all the pressure and I get none. But I get why.” 

“Eh. In one ear, out the other.” You say. “I’ve been wanting to get you out of this suit all day.” He’s already undressing, careful but still hurrying. "Don't rush, baby, that's Valentino." You say, unzipping your dress and letting it fall to the floor, which leaves you in just a tiny string panty. “We do have the time.” He says, looking very affected by the sight of you. “By the time anyone misses us, we’ll be back.” “Don’t sell yourself short, Channie. You know I’m never done with you and you can go on for ages.”  “Yeah, good point. Well, I hope they don’t come looking for us then.” 

"It wouldn't be the worst if they did." You point out, taking his hand and pulling him close. "Might put those gay allegations to rest." He giggles. "According to Andrew Tate it's gay to have sex with your wife any time it doesn't result in a baby." Chan scoffs, clutching invisible pearls in mock- outrage. "Oh no! Turns out we were both gay this whole time!" He says, right before you two exchange a look and dissolve into giggles.

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A love you deserve (Ricky Olson) - Part 5 of ? - 18+

Hi guys!

This part is a little different and a little spicier (at least I hope it is) and I want to say sorry in advance if it's not good, because I rarely write this kind of scenes, but I thought they were important to the story. So I hope it will not be that bad, haha.

Warnings: language, 18+.

Taggs: @multifandomcrackhead, @nicelittlenightmares, @roll-tide-babe89, @skulliecadaver-blog, @21-century-tae, @melissa-anderson, @abiomens, @w743, @insanitywulf

Requests: OPEN.

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The next 3 weeks went by very quickly. Having to perform nearly every day, helping around with the merch and preparing the international tour were no easy tasks. But they kept me going and helped me forget what happened. Our manager changed the program of our band in Warped Tour, making sure I will not see Ben at all, which was very sweet of him.

We had fun parts as well, every band having a party in their bus from time to time. Tonight we were going to be the hosts, but thankfully the guys had the task to buy everything we needed. I was left to clean a little bit, even though the place will look even dirtier than it did before.

I took a little break when I heard the phone. It was a message from Ricky:

~ What time should I be there? Maybe you need an extra hand. ~

~ See you at 8. ~

That’s one thing that changed. Ricky and I got closer these past weeks. We helped each other to feel better and I think both of us did a good job. All I can say, Chris is a little jealous over our bonding.

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After a little chatting with our friends from Sleeping with Sirens, Black Veil Brides, All Time Low and many more, everyone wanted to play our favourite game: truth or dare with shots. Tonight I was glad to not be the only girl, as some of their girlfriends came to visit them. I usually have a drink or two before this game, to be ready for what it will come, which I did while Ricky was helping me.

The first one to go was Jack Barakat.

“Kellin, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Boring, but let’s see. Is it truth that you use lube to make your hair look greasy?”

Okay, so it was that kind of night. Seth chose dare and had to show us his favourite position, the twist was to show what the girl will do. Chris dared Alex to moan every time he had to say something for the entire game. Then it was Justin’s turn to ask me.

“Lexus, truth or dare?”

“I’ll say truth.”

“Between Andy and Chris, who would you choose to have a one night stand with?”

“Andy, of course. Chris is like my brother.”

After I answered, I saw that my glass was empty. The whisky bottle was closer to Ricky and when I was about to ask him for it, I saw his face. Furious will be an understanding. I took my phone out, planning to send him a message. When I was about to send it I heard him say:

“Continue without me, I’m going to smoke.”

That was odd, he liked this game. I sat there for a couple of minutes when I decided to go after him. Maybe his ex-girlfriend tried to contact him or something. I don’t know what could upset him this much.

He was not next to the bus, where I thought he would be. Looking around I spotted him at the exact same table where we shared our first moment.

“Ricky, are you okay?”

“Just leave me alone, go back inside.”

That was new and weird. I never thought he will ever speak like that to me.

“I won’t. I’ll stay here with you until you say what’s wrong.”

He started laughing. But it was not that kind of laugh when you hear something funny. It was a nervous one when you try not to let out what was inside.

“Let’s just say it’s my fault. I’m stupid and I should’ve not made a scene. It’s that alright for you?”

“It doesn’t make any sense.”

“Then go with Andy, maybe sleeping with him will make more sense.”

I was shocked. From everything I thought he will say, that was not on the list. The only question my brain could produce at that moment was:

“Are you jealous, Ricky?”

“Let’s just change the subject.”

“No, answer me. Now.”

He looked into my eyes, trying to find something in them. Maybe he was thinking of an answer, expecting to see my reaction in them before he would even say it.

“I like you, Lexus. Maybe I’m close to being in love with you, who knows? All I know for sure is that neither of us are ready for a relationship now.”

“Ricky… you are not the only one to feel this way.”

“It’s not a good idea and you know it. We will break each other’s heart.”

The silence took over our thoughts. What in reality were a couple of minutes of neither of us saying anything, felt like hours. Then I heard a small laugh escaping from his mouth.

“You know what stupid idea I had earlier? Maybe we can’t have a relationship, but we can have some fun together. I know what you’ll say, but…”

“Yes.” I interrupted him.

His eyes widened. I’m sure he thought I was joking and trying to make fun of him. But if that is the only way to get closer to him and to show him that we can be happily together, then so be it.

“Are you sure? I hope you know that means no strings attached, or love, or anything like that.”

“I know and I’m sure.”

He gave me one more look, making sure I was saying the truth. In the next second, I felt his lips on mine. He was kissing me like there was no tomorrow and I responded in the exact same way. We were both waiting for this for too long. We had to pull apart for a bit, to catch our breath. That’s when Ricky found the perfect timing for his next question.

“My bus is free. Do you want to go there for more… privacy?”

I didn’t expect it will happen that fast so all I did was to nod. He took my hand and lead the way.

“Look, if you do not feel comfortable now, we don’t have to do anything tonight. But we need to be careful, to keep this a secret.”

“I understand.”

A lot has happened in the past hour, so my answers were short and to the point. While we were walking to his bus, hand in hand, I was asking myself if this was actually a dream. On one hand it was a beautiful one, but on the other hand, not so great with having to keep it a secret and to “just have fun”.

Ricky opened the door for me, making sure there was no one around. After he got in, he decided to not waste anymore time. He pushed me to the wall and started to kiss me with such a passion that I’ve never experienced before. His hands wondered on my body carefully, knowing he didn’t have permission to do anything yet.

It felt so wrong but so right at the same time. He moved his lips to my neck and that’s when I realized how much I wanted him. I put my right hand on his cheek, guiding him to look me in the eyes.

“Stop teasing me, Ricky. I want you, now.”

“Are you sure?”

I pushed him on the couch to answer his question. When I took of my shirt he smirked and took my hand to pull me over him. He took care of my bra and I got his shirt off. Not having much control was not his style so he laid me down and he got on top of me. In a matter of seconds, we were both completely naked. While he was kissing down my neck, he pushed to fingers inside me.

“Now I can see how much you want this.”

It was at a slow pace, wanting me to beg for more. And that’s exactly what I did.

“Fuck me, Ricky. I can’t wait any longer.”

A moan escaped from my mouth when I felt him inside of me. This time he moved fast, making sure to hit the right spot every time. I tried to not make any noise but it was impossible, the pleasure took control over my body.

“Nobody can hear us. Scream my name as loud as you can.”

[1heavy-heart]

𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝟤 - 𝖯𝖾𝖽𝗋𝗂 𝖦𝗈𝗇𝗓𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗓 🌸

hope you like part 2, thank you for reading my imagines! 💖

 forgive me if there are any spelling mistakes

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pov: where y/n and Pedri are groomsmen but don't get along very well.

pov y/n

The wedding day arrived, the most important part of the maid of honor mission had arrived, after 3 months helping Sira to plan every detail, it was time for everything to happen. I forced myself to talk more with Pedri after we became a couple, because we had to see if the clothes matched, rehearse the entrance with the other groomsmen and look more like friends than enemies.

We were all ready, I went to say goodbye to Sira, who was obviously going to be late

-Friend, you are beautiful, you look like a princess, I am proud of you! I came here to tell you that everything is going to be amazing, I can't wait to see you enter the church. I'm just going to say this, otherwise I'm going to cry. - I said laughing.

-Oh friend, I just have to thank you for everything, you helped me so much, you were with me all this time, you deserve the world!

-I love you, Sira, I would do it all again! I have to go now, see you there - I hug her. We said goodbye and I went to the church with the other godmothers.

Arriving there I see all the godparents in front along with the guests and the groom. I greet Ferran and go to the godparents to find Pedri.

-I thought I was going to arrive with the bride. - Pedri provokes.

-Don't start, Gonzalez. - he shrugs.

-Until they managed to make you look friendlier with this makeup. - he starts again.

-Pedri, please, if you're not going to say something useful, keep quiet.

-You're boring, I'm even wearing the tie you chose and forced me to buy.

-At least you did it right, it turned out better than the one you had chosen, it wouldn't match.

-Oh, it wouldn't match - he imitates me.

I take advantage of the fact that he is enjoying my face and hold his face with both hands, then squeeze his cheek, he is embarrassed because he did not expect it.

"Are you crazy, (y/n)?" - he says rubbing his cheek.

-No, it's just that I thought: who knows, maybe he'll stop teasing me.

-I think you wanted to kiss me, but you didn't have the courage.

-Of course not, you must be wanting it, after all, talk about it directly.

-Wow look at you, looking like a cute couple from a movie, with matching clothes - Gavi teases. Pedri seems to be blushing and looks at him with an ugly face.

-Why don't you try the groom ein Gavi- Pedri tells him.

-It's just that with you it's more fun, after all you are funny together, fighting like cats and dogs.

-Then stop talking nonsense, Gavira, Pedri and I don't look like a cute couple. - I told him he shrugged.

Soon it was time to go in and all the godfathers and godmothers were positioned, when it was my turn and Pedri's, I had to hook myself on him, I was dying to run out of there, but not that bad and I have to admit he was handsome man walking down the aisle in a suit. Oops, I said too much! We went to the side and sat down, Pedri didn't take his arm out of mine, so I said:

-Hey, can you let go of my arm right now, you know?

-What if I don't want to? - he looks at me with his typical challenging smile.

- I'm not going to argue in a church, Pedro, don't start.

-but I'm just not going to let go of your arm, I don't want to argue.

-Oh, whatever. Just behave ok?

-Of course, I always behave myself, dear.

Sira came in after we'd waited a while, and she was beautiful, I looked at her and thought: you know getting married can be nice, with someone who looks at you as if you were the most precious being in the world, that's how Ferran looked at her and I wished one day that I had a man who would do the same when he saw me, I even shed a few tears, but I covered it up, after all I couldn't smudge my makeup, but Pedri saw it and when he opened his mouth he knew shit was going to come:

- Oh, you're crying.

-Be quiet, idiot, I don't want them to see.

"Come here." He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and hugged me.

- are you crazy?

-No, I got sentimental now watching you cry.- He looks at me with a sideways smile.

The ceremony was over and I still didn't understand why Pedri hugged me, he just teases me all the time, maybe weddings mess with him. After the church we went to the party, it was a huge hall full of white flowers, it looked like a scene from a princess movie. We sat at the groomsmen's table, Pedri and I, and on my other side, Gavi. After dinner, all the waltz formalities of the bride and groom and tributes, the dance floor was open, all the people at our table went dancing, it was only me and Pedri.

-Why don't you go dancing, Pedri?

-Why do not you go?

-not into it.

-Oh, of course, because you want to stay close to me, right?

-nothing to see.

- Then go dance.

-You go, if you're bothered.

- I'm not in the mood, better stay here annoying you.

-Aff, I'm going to take a walk outside to recover my patience. - I say and go outside, where there was a beautiful garden.

I sit and listen to the music playing inside, close my eyes and enjoy the nice breeze that was there. With my eyes still closed I feel someone approaching, I already knew who it was, impossible for him to let go of my foot so easily.

-What are you doing out here, Pedro?

-How did you know it was me? - I open my eyes and look with a sarcastic face.

-You can't stand being away from me.

-Oh stop, I just don't want to be alone. - he looks away, standing beside me and looking at the beautiful night.

-I know, go find some girl for you to kiss, go. -He looks at me with raised eyebrows.

-What it was? you always get the girls at most parties. - I keep.

-That's a lie and you know it. - he laughs.

-Ahem, of course it is, I'm not silly, Pedro. - I laugh too

-And if it were true, are you jealous? 

- Not at all, get out. - I look away.

-Ahem, I know, but do you want to know why I'm out here with you and not in there kissing someone? - he says and I shrug, for him to continue.

-Because the only girl I want to kiss is right here beside me. - As soon as I heard it I was stunned, looking away from him, I couldn't believe what he said.

-Stop kidding, Pedri. - I can only make this sentence.

-I'm not kidding, and I'm not even drunk, why do you think I like to tease you?

-Because you're silly. - I laugh and so does he- Just kidding. You can explain. 

-I like to get your attention, maybe you like that- he smiles, a genuine smile, I knew how to differentiate their smiles, because I had already observed a lot.

- I thought you'd never notice me like that. - I say and he smiles.

-How could I not, you are incredible and I like to see you irritated with what I say. - We both laughed.

-I don't know what to say, Pedri, but I think we could be enemies to lovers, don't you think? - we laughed

-we could, sure. He smiles at me and I at him. We looked at each other for a few minutes, eye to eye, and when I realized it, we kissed, a calm kiss that seemed surreal to me and him.

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 28 – HISTORICAL FICS

AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT: BladeoftheNebula

Neb is - in my humble opinion - the absolute queen of period pieces. I love the way she writes arranged marriage, A/B/O, old-timey gender roles and politics. Her writing style really grips me, and whenever I read one of her fics, I can't put it down before I finish it. She's amazing, and her fics deserve all the love in the world! I could honestly just recommend her entire AO3 catalogue, but since period fics are the theme, let's focus on those.

Here's some of their work that I think you should check out:

Object: Matrimony

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 49,963 Tags: Mail Order Bride, Sheriff Steve, Domestic Life

Summary: Omega Tony Stark craves adventure and an escape from the life his parents have planned for him in New York. He places a listing in a marriage catalogue to seek a match with an alpha out West, and Sheriff Steve Rogers answers his advertisement. But finding a nice alpha doesn't mean it's all smooth sailing from there... - A Mail Order Bride AU -

Reasons why I love it: The world building in this is so perfect. I love all of the A/B/O politics and gender rules, and Steve as the protective sheriff is fucking adorable, oh my god. I really feel for Tony on his quest to become the perfect omega for Steve, and it's so satisfying when they finally stop being insecure idiots and figure their shit out. This fic is one of my favorites of all time, so I really hope you give it a shot, if you haven't already!

Fortune Favours the Bold

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 6,217 Tags: Arranged Marriage, Regency AU, Outdoor Sex

Summary: Omega Steve Rogers is betrothed to an old rich alpha nearly three times his age, and decides on an act of passionate rebellion before his wedding.

Reasons why I love it: There's something so sweet about inexperienced Steve being well taken care of. And Tony is more than up to the task. I love the instant connection they have, and the smut is both stuffed to the brim with feelings and really hot. Plus, the ending makes the whole thing even better. I love this fic, and I bet you will too, so please give it a shot!

Needeth a lift?

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 2,922 Tags: Meet-Cute, Royalty AU, Identity Porn

Summary: Tony's luck was going to change and all his dreams were going to come true. All he had to do is get to the archery contest on time. Why did his horse have to break down today???

Reasons why I love it: Okay, first of all, that title?! I snorted when I first saw it. Prince Steve is always a delight, and Bucky made me laugh out loud. Also, I'm a huge fan of Tony being appraised for his skills when he doesn't even know that it's happening. This fic is delightful, give it a read!

In the midst of a heavy rain

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 5,968 Tags: Superfamily, Teacher Steve, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: “Do you know where Mr Rogers is?” Peter hummed. “He took his refreshment with him. He said he was going for a walk and would return for our next lesson.” That was very strange. If Peter was correct, then Mr Rogers had been on his walk for more than two hours. Tony couldn’t for the life of him work out why he would plan such a long constitutional when he knew Peter would be waiting for his afternoon lesson. He strode across to the window and looked out over the grounds. It looked like it might rain.Or Steve takes a walk that ends nearly in disaster and absolutely in a confession.

Reasons why I love it: Steve lecturing Tony on the importance on art in children's education made me point at the screen and say out loud, 'that's right'. I adore the hurt/comfort in this, Tony is such a caring man, and it's always fun to see Steve as the damsel in distress. And Peter is beyond adorable, but what else is new. Give this fic a whirl, it's amazing!

A Gentleman's Guide to Centaurs

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: M Words: 24,799 Tags: Historical AU, Regency Romance, Marriage Proposal

Summary: All of Marvyl is a-twitter when Captain Rogers comes to town and takes up residence at Brooklyn Hall. A single alpha in possession of a large fortune is an interesting prospect for any unmarried omega - especially when he has hooves.

Reasons why I love it: Oh my god, okay, so I have a huge thing for centaur Steve, and this fic is 50 percent of the reason why. It's so well-written, and the world building is fantastic. Neb's take on A/B/O is always flawless, but in this one I love it even more than usual. Steve is such a darling, and Tony's fascination with centaurs is so much fun. I also love the whole subplot with Sunset, plus Tony's friendship with Jan and Pepper is amazing. There's so much to love about this fic, so I highly encourage you to read it. It's definitely one of my favorites.

[janeykath318]

Wintershock Meeting at a Wedding.

“Hey, Steve, who is that woman in the hot pink? She looks familiar, but I can’t seem to place her?”

Bucky’s whispered question to his best friend was clearly meant to sound casual, but Steve wasn’t blind and he’d observed him eying Darcy with decided interest for most of the reception.

Sharing a pleased look with his bride, he turned back to Bucky.

“Oh, that’s Dr. Darcy Lewis. She’s an astrophysicist who used to work with Dr. Foster at the Tower. You probably saw her around there. She is quite the firecracker.”

“Hmmm,” Bucky mused thoughtfully, a gleam in his eye that suggested the old flirty Bucky. This was very promising.

“Would you like an introduction?” Natasha inquired hopefully. She’d been trying to set both Steve and Bucky up unsuccessfully for years (Steve being unsuccessful because it turned out he was in love with her and didn’t want to date anyone else) and what better time to help secure her longtime friend’s prospective future happiness?

“Nah,” Bucky declined. “It’s about time I did that on my own again. Wish me luck.”

“Like you need it,” Steve retorted playfully, knowing how smooth Bucky could be when he wanted to.

“I appreciate the vote of confidence,” Bucky replied with a touch of his old smirk as he ambled toward Darcy. He had been making major progress since he’d changed therapists to someone that actually cared to understand him.

“This could be very interesting,” Steve remarked.

“I can’t wait to see the sparks fly,” Natasha agreed.

Darcy was laughing at one of Maria’s dry jokes when she saw Bucky Barnes approaching.

“Oooh! I think he’s looking at you!” Wanda squealed, nudging Darcy.

“Yeah, right,” Darcy retorted, but then she looked up right into a pair of blue eyes that were definitely smirking at her. Her mouth went dry.

“Dr. Lewis?” He asked. (Ooh, that voice! Oh that tux!)

“Yes, that’s me,” she managed. “What can I do for you, Sergeant Barnes?”

She inwardly cringed at how flirty that had sounded, but Bucky just smiled even more.

“I haven’t been to a wedding in eighty years and I’m a little rusty on how they celebrate nowadays. Would you care to show me the ropes?”

There went that smirk again. He really was flirting with her. Wow, okay. She could work with that.

Darcy smiled encouragingly back at him.

“I’d be happy too. First off, can you dance? It’s okay if you can’t, because I do have a backup plan for non-dancers.”

“That won’t be a problem, doc. One of my few talents lies in the dancing area. Just ask Steve.”

She scoffed at the “few talents” line and shook her head.

“Oh, I’ve heard stories, but how do I know Steve wasn’t exaggerating? You’ve gotta prove it, soldier.”

Bucky stepped up closer to her, piercing her with a challenging, yet still amused, stare.

“Alright, then. Dance with me and I’ll give you all the proof you need.”

“Oh, you’re on,” she replied breathlessly.

Bucky proceeded to prove to her very, very decisively how well he knew his way around a dance floor and Darcy thought she’d died and gone to heaven, especially when he dipped her. Oh, Steve had not been exaggerating in the slightest. In fact, he’d undersold it.

Despite his statement, Bucky had had a tiny bit of worry that his skills were as rusty as his wedding etiquette, but it didn’t take long for it to all come back again as he twirled around the floor with Darcy. She didn’t have a problem following the steps, so he let himself add in a few twirls and dips. Her pretty blue eyes sparkled at him and she was clearly enjoying herself as much as he was.

“Well?” he asked expectantly as the song ended.

“Okay, okay. I admit it,” she panted. “You’ve got serious skills, Bucky. Gosh, that was fun. Now I know why you were such a ladykiller back in the day.”

He felt himself flush.

“I did enjoy a good time back then. Now that the fighting is over, I’m hoping to piece a new life together.”

“Well, you certainly deserve one,” she commented. “I remember seeing you from afar a few times at the tower, but certain people thought my personality might be a bit much for you at that stage of your recovery.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Punk was being overprotective. I would certainly have enjoyed getting to know you.”

“Well, you certainly can know,” she said warmly. “Nice haircut, by the way. I almost didn’t recognize you during the ceremony.”

“Thanks,” he answered, feeling a little flutter inside at how she was looking at him. “It feels a little weird, but easier to deal with.”

“And it shows off your excellent jawline,” she added, winking at him. He winked back and they both laughed, catching the eye of Steve and Natasha, who were both looking at them very smugly, like they’d orchestrated the whole thing.

“They look way too pleased with themselves,” Darcy observed. “What do you say we find somewhere quieter and I’ll tell you how Wanda and I managed to get those two stubborn heroes to get a clue.”

I am all ears,” Bucky replied eagerly. “I never did get the whole story since I was unfortunately dead at the time.”

Darcy let out a snort, then immediately clapped a hand over her mouth.

“I’m so sorry. That was very inappropriate of me, but you said it like you’d just gone on a vacation or something.”

Bucky shrugged. “It’s okay. I guess it’s become old hat for me. But back to the Steve and Nat topic….”

“Oh, yes! Come, Bucky, and hear the epic tale of your best friend’s obliviousness.”

Bucky followed her very willingly. By the time the night ended, he had her number and a few dates lined up.

[antvnger]

((This is really interesting, Anon. And I’m sorry this is late. This is definitely one for the books because I had to Google what makes a good father of the bride speech.))

((Check it out below. Hope you enjoy it. Scott cried writing this by the way 😉))

Scott takes a breath before he stands and takes the mic. He pulls some cue cards from his tux pocket, clears his throat, and begins.

“Hi, everyone. It’s good to have you all here. Thanks for coming on this very special day. When I Googled how to write a good father of the bride speech, one of the first things it listed was to introduce yourself. But considering how I’m an Avenger, I wrote a book, and became famous for quite a few awesome heists…” He gives the audience a bit of a cocky look before he tosses the first cue card away, and the audience laughs.

“But seriously, thank you all for joining us and celebrating with us on this pretty awesome day. It’s a day that every dad simultaneously looks forward to and dreads. There’s a lot of pride - so much pride - and a lot of bittersweetness too. But ultimately, there’s a lot of love here today. It’s just bubbling over everywhere. That’s what we’re celebrating, right? Love and life and new chapters. And we’re especially celebrating Cassie and [Significant Other] and the commitment they’ve made - excuse me, are making - to each other.

“The first time Cassie brought [S.O] home to meet me, I saw the look in her eye and thought there was something different this time. [S.O] definitely is different from all the rest and in the best way possible. They’ve proven they can handle all sides and depths of Cassie. Fun Cassie, work Cassie, sad Cassie, happy Cassie, frustrated and stressed Cassie, angry—you get the idea. They can also handle Avenger Cassie, and that’s a big deal too. Not only can they handle it, they want to handle it. They want to be by her side for the whole ride, and I gotta say no one deserves my kid…but [S.O] comes pretty damn close.

“Now the next part Google suggested was of course to talk about the bride, but that’s really dangerous because even with my ADHD I could go on for hours and not tire of talking about her.” The audience chuckles softly with some aaaws thrown in. “But lucky for you I’ve got a time limit.” The chuckles increase for a bit at that. “Ultimately though, she’s my kid. My kid. My pride and joy. My reason for doing so much in my life. The only thing in my life that never ever was or will be a mistake. A bright shining star in my sky. Now, I know it all sounds kinda cheesy, but the thing is it’s true. Cassie is all of that to me and so much more than I could shove into a five-ish minute speech. She’s my Peanut. And for those who know me, you know just how much love and joy and pride…” He pauses. He can’t help it. The lump in his throat forces him to pause. It’s not the first time he’s gotten choked up today. “I give to the person behind the nickname.” He turns to look at Cassie who’s tearing up again as well. “I love you, Peanut. Always have. Always will.” There’s many in the audience tearing up too.

Scott clears his throat and wipes his eyes. “I’m almost done, I promise,” he says quietly, and the audience chuckles, needing the gentle reprieve from the tears. “Lastly, Cassie and [S.O], some advice. Believe me, guys, learn from me, okay? Never stop dating each other. Never stop being friends and keeping that part of your relationship strong. It’s a foundation for a lot of aspects of marriage, and good foundations lead to strong structures. Talk to each other. Communicate, even when you don’t want to. It’s okay to get pissed off with each other. Just be careful what you do when you’re pissed. Work together. Marriage isn’t always equal parts give and take; it’s supporting each other when one can only give 10% for a little while. It’s standing strong when the other just wants to crumble and cry. It’s putting the other before yourself and not really expecting anything back. But you will get it back because the other should put you before themselves too. And it’s okay to not have everything figured out. That’s why you’ve got all of us,” he gestures to the audience. “We’re your support group, and if you need some help or guidance neither of you can offer, we’ve got your back. And finally, choose to love each other every day. Love isn’t just a feeling; it’s a verb. An action. A choice. Sometimes you’ll look at each other and the feelings won’t be there; that’s okay it’s part of it. But choose to love each other anyway. The feelings will return stronger than ever.

“Cassie and [S.O], we’re all excited for you, and we’re all rooting for you. And we all love you.” Scott raises his glass in a toast, and the audience does the same. “To Cassie and [S.O]!” The audience exuberantly responds before they all take a drink. Then the audience claps and cheers over Scott’s speech, and the cheers only increase when Cassie gets up from her seat and hugs her dad tightly.

[merryfortune]

incomplete list of all the fun i had in japan on my holiday

the bus trip from narita airport to shinjuku, the scenery was so gorgeous, i got to see my first cherry blossoms and first part of the city

sorakara-chan the mascot at the skytower, they also have nice lemonade there, and it was fun to walk on the floor windows too

the shogun's gardens are so cool you can hear the martial artists train - the imperial s garden was very nice as well, the azelias were in full bloom

karaoke with three of the others on the tour with me was tonnes of fun as well

also at karaoke i was the only one who could speak Japanese so I was ordering drinks for the other girls and had A VERY INTENSE “conversation” with the older waiter who spoke no English so it was very unintentionally funny experience to try and convey that i wanted two bottles (nipikki) of sake but I said nisai instead (so 2 years). also the Spanish-Irish chica said the sake that they/we ordered (I was soft drinks only) was the best she ever had

i loved having chanko for lunch and the similar ones as well (though the himeji oden set wasn't my favourite...)

asakusa shrine was so busy but i liked the balancing of the shinto and buddist faiths

meiji shrine was beautiful, the trees there are gorgeous and heartfelt, we also saw a wedding procession!!! the bride and groom looked stunning in their traditional ware

 the cruise night was good too

 IKEBUKURO MY BELOVED. the area was nerd heaven. i saw fellow yumejoshi god bless, bought a giant smoliv plush at the pokemon centre, and stuff like that yeah

the inari shrine/thousand torii gate shrine is definitely on my come back to list since there wasn't enough time to do the full summit

shoutout to the hotel we stayed at in mishima city, easily my favourite hotel, them soft beds went a long way, not to mention we could see mt fuji at breakfast

(for me personally that hotel was even outclassing the five star hotel we stayed at which is a highlight and also was home to foreign dignitaries and celebrities :o

 mt fuji. just. mt fuji in general. absolutely gorgeous, breathtaking, stunning, thank god we did not climb it as i was coming down with a cold the day we were meant to but mt fuji meanwhile was coming down with an avalanche risk so only looking for afar

oshina hokkai is gorgeous, i would love to come back there at peak with more time to wander

i also loved the little historical village, i can't remember its name rn but i loved seeing the different girls day and children's day displays, the tanuki statues and the scarecrows, the rubber duckies in the various streams, too

the various tanuki statues i saw all over the place deserve their own bullet point tbh

making soba was fun but i didn’t actually enjoy eating the soba, i wanted to try yakisoba though

i'm kinda blanking at this 3/4 mark because all i really remember is the bullet train journeys which are cool i guess but i'm not a train nerd like my dad lol, it just felt like taking a normal train to me

the osaka okonomiyaki lunch was my favourite lunch, probably

i loved the kyoto hotel we had dinner at too, they gave me extra on desserts. and also bread. carbs yippie

ooh the italian cafe we had lunch at in shibuya was also really good actually so i'll mention it here too

kiyomizu shrine was my Absolute Favourite Highlight, it was gorgeous and had so much history behind it, the shops are good too, i hope to visit it again one day, would especially love to visit in autumn/maple leaf season. also I got to drink from the fountains of long life, beauty, and wisdom which is really significant because normally that's impossible to do due to queues/demands. and also all the buddha with their bibs is adorable.

also at kiyomizu, one of my fellow tour goers did something so unintentionally hilarious, i want to add it. this guy was very cautious, always masked up and sanitising so we were all very surprised to go watch him fill up a ladle at the fountain... only for him to immediately dump it into the basin below instead of drinking it like I and a couple others did

miyajima island is amazing!! i definitely want to go back there in autumn one day. i had momiji manju with custard filling and it was so delicious. i visted the art museum there and the attendant on the second level gave me an Exclusive Special Experience™️ because I managed to convey that whilst I couldn't speak Japanese on account of my sore throat, i can understand it so they gave me a big art spiel and then turned off the lights so i could see this one silk screen literally glow in the dark like the moon

the himeji gardens were my favourite set of gardens!! i saw a cat and lots of pretty ponds

threw coins in okiku well at the himeji castle (well's haunted) and the architecture of himeji whilst a nightmare for a flat footer like me is awful but its still very beautiful i'm probably missing some stuff but i've had a big, big week and a bit in japan

[judesmoonbeauty]

Jude's True Vow Wedding Event - A Dissection ☾.

Yes, I realize that I am extremely biased, but after a few days, and re-reading his CE story from BW: A True Vow For The Jet-Black bride, I thought it'd be fun to pick everything apart and dive deeper into his qualities, (And I'm talking more than just "He doesn't like the mistreatment of women"). It's quite lengthy, but I hope you all like it. Under the cut due to spoilers about Ellis' route as well. And these are just my personal notes and thoughts, you don't have to agree, but please don't gripe about it.

Jude: In a week, no attendees, ‘n I bought a few dresses, so pick whatever ya like.

At first glance, you might think he’s being a rich jerk, but let’s break it down.

Thoughtful & Protective: Jude went out of his way to buy a number of dresses for Kate to choose from, and I love him for it. He could’ve just bought one based on his personal preferences and said, “Here, we’re getting hitched, wear this.” But, he didn’t do that, he let her have options. Obviously, he didn’t allow her to go to a boutique to have one custom-fitted, no doubt because people know who she is, and it runs risk of her getting hurt. Still, even ready-made dresses can be altered by Crown staff (which I’m sure is what happened.)

What it boils down to is this: Jude was protecting his bride, and yet he still still allowed her the experience of looking over different dresses, and no doubt trying them on just as she would’ve done at a boutique for a more normal wedding. Also, he’s a very busy guy, and not just with roughing people up over collections, his trading company - Raven - is extremely successful with several branches expanding, so the fact that he took the time to even do this for her is endearing. He gave his beloved the bridal experience she deserves.

Jude’s eyes widened when he saw me. Jude: Suits ya.

This is just because. I just love that Jude is Jude, and this is his way of saying she’s beautiful, and I gush over it.

Jude: You’re goin’ to hell, too. (There is a SEPARATE thesis on this line that I am compiling.)

Considerate & Yielding: “Considerate? The heck are you saying Ciele? How’s that the case?” Before I explain, let me just say that I laughed so hard at this sentence because it’s soooo Jude, and no one (at least I hope no one), says that to the love of their life while they are at the altar. So I can see why people might hate for him for saying that, especially if you know nothing about this guy. Some of you do and still dislike him and that’s okay, but the reason why I say he’s being considerate is because from the very beginning, he’s hated the fact that Kate was literally dragged into Crown, when she did nothing wrong. Kate herself says in this story, that out of all the Crown members he was the one who worked so hard to have her return to her normal life. Here are some reasons:

She’s innocent. She doesn’t deserve to die.

We’ve seen in his POV events such as his first Black Wedding event, and his 1st Anniversary event, that he finds it unthinkable that someone like her would be with him (the total opposite of his wickedness).

From his POV of his 1st Anniversary SE Premium Ending: (I know. The most disgusting person is the one who thinks it's okay to be with her.) Throughout the entire story, he is trying to send her home, and he uses underhanded methods to do it, but by the end of the story, he’s captivated by the determined look in her eyes, and he’s absolutely disgusted with the fact that he’s starting to think it’s okay for her to be with him.

When I thought of it, I personally feel like Jude is reminding her that if she chooses to marry him, (Or perhaps because she does something in his route that could be considered condemnable), she’ll fall to hell with him. Which is ironic seeing that they’re getting married in a church knowing that (separate thesis later).

Either way, Kate mentions that he says this with a complicated expression, and I think it’s clearly because he is still uncomfortable with her (some one whom he considers to be clean), staying with someone like him. Still, he apparently loves her so much for her determination, that he is willing to accept someone who’s willing to go to hell with him, whether that’s a figurative hell or literal one.

Jude: ……Heard ya told Ellis ya wanted a weddin’ ceremony.

Attentive: Well, yeah. He’s attentive by nature as a businessman, but I love that he channels this into his lover as well. You can be attentive to your work and neglect your mate’s wants and needs, so 10/10 hubby material here. It’s also kind of cute in a way that he dodges Kate’s question about how he found out about that. Either Ellis blabbed (which is totally feasible), or Jude overheard the conversation himself, and our information junkie no doubt has his ways of getting that information easily.

Now, we don’t know how much time passed from the time Jude heard that bit of info, to them actually marrying, but he put every thing together fluidly and he thought of everything. Her dress, the venue, security, the attendees (or lack of), and the time it’d take place - he arranged it all on his own and surprised her with a wedding. That’s a lot of work all on it’s own on top his personal work, Crown missions, and his hobbies. Kate didn’t have to lift a finger. Sign me up.

Jude: I can’t have a normal life, and I can’t have the married life you’re thinkin’ of. If ya wanna turn back - do it now.

Straightforward: We all know that he doesn’t have a problem voicing his thoughts or opinions, and it’s not beneath him to withhold information, or to skirt around an issue. However, by now he is very clear about what he can’t give her. They will never have a normal life together and he can’t give her that white picket fence marriage most dream of, and I respect him for that. He isn’t going to entice her to enter into this marriage contract with empty promises of a future they will never enjoy.

Fair: For lack of a better word, I feel that he is very fair. Take this moment of him and her alone in the church as he presents her with a contract. He’s offering her a fair chance to leave him before she signs her life away to him, and more than that, Jude dignifies Kate by allowing her the choice to run from him one last time (assumptive), prior to signing the marriage contract. He doesn’t force her to stay with him, and was even prepared to offer her time to think it over. To be honest, I expect to seem something in his route, so this is his last effort to let her leave because he will never let her go afterwards.

And he’s always been fair, even when dealing with trash on his missions, instead of killing them off, he gives them the chance to keep their lives through rigorous labor. Now, we all know they are either sent to the coal mine or the lab for presumed human experimentation, but Jude actually values human life. He doesn’t kill unless he really needs to, or if the person is deemed completely worthless, so while it’s not the best end for the person who enters into a slavery contract with him, it’s the fact that he has the minimal amount of human decency to offer them options.

The marriage vows themselves.

Cautious, Faithful, Communicative, Wise & Romantic: Their mutual vows are as follows: 1. I have no objection to this marriage. 2. Infidelity is strictly prohibited. 3. Regarding money transfers, a separate contract will be prepared and a mutual agreement will be reached.

I promise to make this hell we share together a life filled with happiness.

I think it’s all kind of self-explanatory, but I can see how some might roll their eyes at the fact that he’d make her sign their marriage vows with financial stipulations, but this is Jude and he always has a reason behind his actions. I’m confident in that he’s not only doing this to protect himself, but her as well. Look, let’s be real, when we get married we are combining households and we are also taking on another person’s debt so to speak…..what I mean is, if my credit is clean, but my spouses is not, it limits a lot of options for us. Also, exchanging money and sharing expenses can cause a LOT of problems if you don’t discuss these things prior to getting married. He is wise to exercise caution (especially since he’s gathering as much money as he can to attain a certain goal that is yet to be disclosed), and Jude will never allow his wife to lack in anything materially.

He takes fidelity very seriously and I’m sure this has to do with something from his past (perhaps not he himself, but the consequences he witnessed because of those actions…..perhaps he was a consequence himself (?)). Any man who vows to be faithful to me and makes good on that promise, is TOP tier to me - as a divorcee of a spouse who was unfaithful to me- this means a LOT to me. And the fact that not only she is agreeable to the marriage, but he is too is HUGE. Jude views marriage, or love on the whole, as a curse. He’s come a loonnnng way, and I can’t wait for his route to be announced to see what exactly is the catalyst that motivates him to change.

Further, his promise to make their crazy, hell-like life one of happiness, along with all the other things he did just to make this wedding happen, is the cherry on top. It’s like the crescendo of his romantic side. And yes, I fully believe that Jude is a romantic, this event alone convinces me of that. Kate had told him in the event that he made her dreams that she’d told Ellis about getting married to come true, and while all he did was laugh at her while he pulled out there wedding contract, he didn’t deny it. He truly did make her dreams come true, it was in Jude’s style, but he did it in the most thoughtful, discreet, and sweetest way he could, and that to me is truly romantic.

The bottom line: Jude is PEAK to me. And yes, these notes are lengthy, but I had a lot of fun doing this, and I haven't done this in a while. Nice to take a break from translating and delve into things more. Again, we can't be dogmatic on things, this is just for fun. Now to start writing my other word salad thesis *Laughs like Palpatine*

[stories-poetry4all]

💔5 years later, she became a doctor and attended the wedding of alpha king, who rejected her before.

"Alpha, do you accept the beautiful bride as your luna?" The priest asked.

"I'm afraid, no." He was gazing at me. "She came back...I mean, my true mate."

5 years ago…

I was only 18 years old when I met him.

The Alpha King.

Or My Fated Mate.

It was my first time participating in a gathering of werewolves, since I was old enough to have a mate so my parents thought taking me to the event would be an amazing thing for me, if only they knew they were right about one thing.

I did find my mate there.

It's just that he didn't want me to be his mate.

"You're Gwen?" Even his voice sounded deep and sexy in my ears.

For a girl who is never in love nor has experience with man only from an amazing and beautiful story about finding a mate, my heart beating fast for the first time almost like I couldn’t breathe.

I nodded "Yes, Gwen Louve" I replied nervously.

He looked at me intently which made me feel shy and smaller.

"Why don't you have your wolf?" He asked straightforwardly and I knew it was probably the first time he had come across a werewolf without a wolf like me.

I smiled wryly. "I don't know."

He nodded and I frowned in confusion because I saw no smile forming from his lips.

Is he not happy?!

"Then this will be easier" He said and made me more confused.

"Huh?"

"You see the woman I'm with is more worthy than you…” He speaks while locking his eyes on me for the whole time, I never thought this is what I heard the moment I find my fated mate “So don't think you deserve to be my mate.”

"What?!” I whispered in shock.

"I'm a king, it's impossible to be with a wolfless girl like you" he continued.

Stab... Stab...

Again the sharp stab of his words made me raise my hand and touch my aching chest.

"I hope you understand" were his last words before he turned away and left me hurt by it.

God...

Why?

I thought not having a wolf meant not having a mate, but you gave me the best man of all werewolves only he didn't want me, why?

From then on I realised that even the moon goddess was not on my side, I had to find my own future and happiness.

**

Present Day.

Forest Riege.

She finally returned to my hometown after 5 years.

Looking around the airport in this small town hasn't changed much, in fact it's practically the same.

“Hello, Gwen, are you there?”

Gwen gasped as she heard the voice of her long best friend, Alice and the wave of her hand in front of her face.

"Sorry, I was daydreaming" She mumbled in embarrassment.

Alice smiled "Are you thinking about something?"

She smiled back, unsure of how to explain that something was making her uneasy.

Carrying two large baskets, the brown curly-haired, shoulder-length, blue-eyed girl stared at her surroundings.

The next town which is close to the hometown where she was born and raised, it has been almost 5 years since she came home and today she decided to return after a long time her father finally contacted her to invite her to become a doctor in the town where she was born.

Gwen Katherine Louve who is the third child and the only girl in her family of Alpha descent, but she is also the only one who does not have a wolf inside her which makes her different to people.

Some consider her weak, strange and unnatural, but those who know her know that she is a special woman.

For someone who doesn't have a wolf inside you, who is always made fun of by others because of that, how do I explain that I also get rejected by my fated mate?

No one knows about the incident 5 years ago…

No one knows that I have a fated mate and he rejected me because he has someone else…

As the 3rd child of an Alpha, everyone was already confused as to how I could not have a wolf inside me, so I guess I will keep it hidden about me getting rejected.

Going to university with humans is the right choice because many female werewolves don't choose to have higher education because they can't part with their life mate, but I'm different, I can be free to be and do whatever I want, because I don't have a wolf so people are convinced that I won't have a life mate, well they, again, were right about I don’t have a mate because he rejected me.

I chose this path because I wanted to prove that I deserve the best things in life, that I have the ability to be anything.

I deserved to be happy...

##Chapter 2

It was my graduation and my father's compulsion that brought me back to this city, back to the people who had started talking about me.

The lack of doctors here made my choice to become a doctor; a good one and for the first time, my father was proud of me, I know my choice to leave the city to studying medicine isn’t what he thought I will choose for my life, but since that night, the painful night make me thinking about leaving the life of werewolf or be part of it is what I truly want as a way to forget my pain.

"How are you, Alice?" I changed the subject and asked her how she was doing.

Alice was my little friend, she’s 3 years older and of course, already had her life mate, who surprisingly was my brother no 2, Rick, thus making her a Beta wife.

But despite that, Alice was still Alice and I was very happy that Rick had her as his mate, because I knew my brother, Alice was the best choice for him.

"How is life there?" I raised an eyebrow at Alice's question

"What do you mean?"

She giggled "Come on.... There are no guys at all! I know human men are no less attractive."

I laughed "You want details of my s* life?" I replied with an amused chuckle

"Ew... No!" she frowned and realized what she just said "Forget what I said, I don't want to know"

I laughed out loud and made her giggle.

Thump!!

What is that?

Why is my heart racing?

Thump… Thump… Thump!!

"Is anyone coming?" I said when I saw the large number of werewolf guards standing guard around the area leading to our town from the human world airport.

Alice nodded "Do you know Rolf Titus AKA the Alpha King?"

My heart almost stops the moment she mentions the name.

"Seems to have heard of it, what's wrong with it?" I pretended to look cool and asked carefully.

"Tonight some important Alphas are gathering in our city to discuss the King’s mates" She spoke in a whisper as if afraid of being overheard.

What?!

I frowned "What's with the mate? I thought he had someone beside him?"

Alice raised her eyebrows “How do you know?”

I quickly shrugged my shoulders “Hey, he’s being a king for what… 200 years? How come he has no mate?” I comment lightly so my friend won’t get suspicious. Yes, even I didn’t tell Alice about the night, no one knows about me getting rejected.

She sighed and shook her head “500 years for exact and nope.. he still has no fated mate”

What?! How come?!

My eyes widened in shock after hearing that; he said he’s with the woman he brought that night. I thought he would claim her after he rejected me.

Alice, as if understanding what I was thinking said "No Gwen, he has his wolf, the mighty 'Wolf' but for a long 500 years he has no fated mate" She spoke like it was my question and I just gave her a small smile.

I was surprised to hear that..

Then how did he live without a mate all this time?

So, who is the woman he brought that night?

The woman who is the reason why he rejected me is because I am not good enough to be the fated mate of an Alpha king.

As Alice's car pulled into the garage and we walked together while pulling my suitcase, I saw that my father's house, the Alpha's house, was full of people.

I saw someone standing at the entrance and from the look in his eyes I knew he wasn't waiting for me but my friend, his mate.

"Alice..." He let out a sigh of relief and hurriedly kissed her cheek then hugged her tightly like a couple who hadn't seen each other for a long time.

I rolled my eyes lazily and snorted. "Hello to you too, brother, the Beta" I greeted Rick who smiled as he released his hug and came forward to hug me.

Compared to my relationship with my first brother, Ryan, my relationship with Rick is much warmer, maybe because from a young age he was not taught to be responsible as an Alpha, unlike Ryan who always had this obligation from an early age.

"You finally remembered to come home too, little brat." Rick teased and locked my head in his armpit, just like we used to do since we were young.

"Gwen..."

The booming voice I remembered called my name. Rick removed his hand that he had placed on my shoulder and bowed his head in respect to my Dad who walked over with my first brother beside him, Ryan, and a few other Alphas who had already arrived.

Soon people also started greeting me and started talking about the King who was rumored to be very handsome.

'He's here...' I was surprised to hear a voice from inside my mind that never existed before.

What?

Who's here?

Who's talking?

I was so confused that I heard a voice that I had never heard before, like it was coming from inside me.

I gasped.

Could it be...?

My wolf...?

##Chapter 3

The atmosphere was tense since the arrival of the Alpha king, with the Alphas mentally bracing themselves to say things that they believed could kill them.

I heard a lot about him, the Alpha king, there's even a book about how he brutally and mercilessly eliminated his enemies so that the werewolf kingdom became as powerful as it is now.

I guess having a wolfless mate will be his weakness so he hates the idea of having me beside him.

Don't know if that's his reason?

But it's still wrong, if he's really strong, protecting me should be an easy thing, right?

Never mind Gwen, don't think about it anymore, let it go...

You're a strong woman, a doctor and deserve another man and be happy with anyone if your fated mate doesn't want you.

But as usual, luck was not on my side as I saw a dashing figure standing in front of my parents who looked tense.

Thump.. Thump.. Thump...!

My heart, please quiet!!

IT IS HIM?!!!

I try to act cool or not nervous but my heart seems to have her own mind because it is beating fast.

“I don’t know what makes you so nervous but I know everyone could hear your heartbeat”

Gasped, I turn my gaze to meet my old friend, Daniel, standing beside me with a smirk forming of his face “Dan, you surprise me”

“Welcome back, baby girl” He greeted me with a huge smile before giving me a tight embrace.

I chuckle “Still charming I see”

“Always baby” He responded with a wink and I can’t help but laugh at him.

Daniel is a manwhore but he is my long cousin and we were close since young so talking with him like this is what we used to do. I know about his adventure and he treats me like his little sister.

“Why didn't you stand with your family to greet the Alpha King?” He asked and I just shrugged my shoulders.

"Should I?" I asked and Daniel knew that I had always hated being associated with the Alpha family.

He just chuckled and patted my back lightly "I don't think he'll realise that you're not there" He replied lightly, but somehow it seemed like luck had never been on my side.

"GWEN!!!" I gasped as I heard my father's voice call out and we both raised our heads to see everyone looking at us.

Huh?

My heart raced again as I met his eyes.

His eyes lock on me the whole time…

What did he mean by that look?

Why did he seem angry?

"O..kay, why does it seem like the Alpha king hates me? He looks like he wants to kill me with his gaze?!" Daniel whispered before gently pushing my back to start moving closer to where they were standing.

Angry?

Why is he angry?

Is it because I talked to Daniel?

[wyattjohnston]

looks a lot like forever - erik johnson

series: only all the time

word count: 1,655

note: for the anon who asked for gwen/erik domestic fluff! i hope this is what you were after :)

Gwen was on cloud nine when she arrived home, not even bothered that she struggled through the door hindered by shopping bags up to her elbows. They were her shopping bags, though, so complaining would be hypocritical.

Despite Erik’s car being in the garage, the house was dark and silent. Gwen headed straight towards their bedroom, knowing that she’d find him either in the shower or passed out on the bed. She got her answer when she heard the water running in the bathroom.

She dropped her bags on the bed, starting to empty them out and put away her new wardrobe while she waited for him to appear—and he did so about ten minutes later laughing at the bags littering the floor.

“Successful day?” he asked, walking towards her with just a towel around his waist.

Knowing that he wasn’t just making fun of her shopping spree, Gwen let a smile take over her face, “Yeah, I think I’ve found The One.”

She had gone full steam ahead with wedding planning; picking and asking her bridesmaids before the month of June was over and starting her search for The Perfect Dress as soon as they were settled back in Colorado; she’d seen too many brides take months to find their dress and she didn’t want to leave it too close to the wedding.

“Can I see it?”

Gwen hummed, wrapping her arms around his waist, her fingers disappearing below the top of the towel, and tilting her head up to silently ask for a kiss. Erik obliged without hesitation.

When Gwen pulled back, she smiled sweetly and said simply, “No.”

She patted his bare chest and moved to step away completely, only for Erik to catch her by the waist and pull her back in. His speed and his strength never ceased to amaze her, and, even though she rolled her eyes playfully, she let it happen.

“No?” he asked, the pout on his face small but present.

“It’s bad luck. You know that. Besides, it still needs to be altered and will need to be altered closer to the wedding. In the photo it’s pegged together at my back.”

“You know it’s The One, though?”

“Mel cried,” Gwen admitted, somewhat deliriously. “She hasn’t cried about any other dress.”

Erik laughed, “I’m a fucking goner then, aren’t I?”

Despite not being able to attend Mel and Gabe’s wedding, Gwen had been slated for a bridesmaid spot and thus had been present for all the activities being a bridesmaid entailed—including the dress shopping. Gwen had cried the second she saw Mel in the dress that would end up being The One because of how clear it was on Mel’s face that she'd found exactly what she was looking for. Mel had assured her that it was the same reason she’d cried seeing Gwen’s dress.

Gwen kissed Erik again and then directed him towards their closet so that he could get dressed, with a gentle reminder that they needed to think about leaving for the Landeskogs’.

She went about cleaning up the bags and tissue paper that had come from her shopping and joined Erik in the walk-in robe so that she could take in her wardrobe and what she needed to cycle out.

“Give me a hint?”

"It's white."

“Yeah, alright. I deserved that,” Erik conceded.

They were heading to the Landeskogs’ to look after Linnea and Lucas so that Gabe and Mel could go to the basketball—a horribly boring date in Gwen’s mind but some would probably say the same about her and Erik using their free night to look after someone else’s children. They didn’t often take on babysitting duties because there were young adults, and teenagers truthfully, who were much better suited for it, but it was fun when they did do it.

They inevitably taught Linnea at least one new behaviour that Gabe complained about—the most memorable and persistent being Linnea laying on her back on the hardwood floors so that Gwen and EJ could take turns spinning her in circles.

Gabe was insistent that the second Erik had a kid he was in for hell.

Linnea was waiting for them at the door, bouncing up and down in the window. She could be heard babbling and asking for the door to be opened, waving at Gwen and Erik enthusiastically. As soon as it was open, she was throwing herself at Erik who was ready to catch her.

“I don’t think people come here to see me anymore,” Gabe said, watching on as Gwen leaned into press loud kisses to Linnea’s face as she giggled and wriggled in Erik’s arms.

“We’ve never come here for you, you know that,” Gwen said, even as she kissed his cheek. “Where’s the love of my life?”

“Luke’s room. He’s being fussy because he knew you were going to come in and insult me.”

Gwen smiled, sarcastic innocence etched over her face, and left to find Mel and Luke.

The wailing coming through the hall as she got closer to the room let Gwen know that Gabe wasn’t lying about Luke being fussy. It was a sound that, to be frank, made her less sad about delaying having her own children, especially when Mel had described the colic both kids went through as newborns.

Mel frowned when Gwen walked into the room, where she was carrying Luke around in her arms, “He’s been like this all day. I really thought we were over the temper tantrums.”

“It happens,” Gwen said, holding her arms out to let Mel know she could handle Luke over if needed. “Everyone needs a good cry every now and then.”

Mel passed Luke over, rolling her shoulders. “I shouldn’t leave you to deal with this.”

“Yes, you should,” Gwen insisted, twisting away from Luke’s screams. “Go get your jacket and get out of here. He’ll see Erik and it’ll be fine.”

There was no argument from Mel there, because everyone knew that Erik had magical, baby calming powers. Before Mel left, she hugged both Gwen and Luke.

Gwen started bouncing Luke up and down, begging him to at least scream quieter before he burst her eardrum. Luke didn’t seem to care. When it was clear that there was no settling him down, and after Gabe poked his head in to say goodbye and apologise that Luke was already fussy and then hadn’t gone down for a nap which made everything much worse, Gwen sought out Erik.

He was gleefully playing with Linnea in the living room, a tiny, tiny table set up with a plastic tea-set with Erik sitting awkwardly at it. He looked up instantly at the sound of Luke’s crying, and he reached out to take him from Gwen.

“He’s so loud,” Linnea huffed, dropping her teacup to cover her ears with her hands.

“I know, hon,” Gwen said, helping Linnea to her feet so she could take her out of the room and away from her screaming brother. “I think it’s snack time, don’t you?”

Linnea’s mood lifted and she instantly forgot that she’d ever been annoyed at all.

They both stood in front of the open fridge, scrutinising the contents—Gwen knew that they would inevitably order pizza for dinner so whatever Gwen was going to prepare was going to be something like carrot sticks but a distraction was a distraction.

Luke’s crying could still be heard but it was more subdued, proving that Erik was as much a miracle worker as Gwen expected him to be. Erik brought Luke into the kitchen when he’d quietened down entirely, leaving the loudest sound being Linnea crunching away at carrot sticks.

“You’ll have to teach me how to do that,” Gwen said, peering down at Luke who was fighting to keep his eyes open in Erik’s arms.

“Our kids won’t be this loud,” Erik said assuredly. “Do you want to put him to bed while I organise dinner?”

Gwen hummed, gently taking Luke, and tilted her face up to Erik for a kiss, which he gave her. Before she left, she said, “My big strong man providing for me by making a phone call.”

“Even better,” Erik said, leaning into the joke and pulling his phone out of his pocket, “I’m going to order it on an app.”

“Swoon,” Gwen said as she fanned herself.

“What does ‘swoon’ mean?” Linnea asked, just in time for Gwen to duck out of the room and leave Erik to come up with something that would both make sense and not get him in trouble.

Gwen very much loved getting to spend time with Linnea and Luke, yet she still enjoyed the time when they went to bed and she and Erik sat on the couch together more.

It was horribly domestic, even if they were watching basketball, knowing that at any moment they could be interrupted by a child in need of attention. It rarely happened—both Linnea and Luke were kind enough to wait until their parents were home to rouse—and even if it was mildly annoying, it had Gwen dreaming of her own future.

Erik nudged her, gently, during a break in the game, and Gwen leant closer and hummed to let him know she was listening.

“What if I don’t want to see you in your wedding dress at the same time as everyone else?” he asked, solemnly. “What if I want it to be just for me? Can we make everyone stare at the altar?”

“That sounds a bit bridezilla-y,” Gwen said, cringing. “People do First Look photos. Before the ceremony, we meet in a little secluded place and it’s me, you and the photographer—there doesn’t even have to be a photographer there, I guess—and that’d mean that the only people who saw me before you were my bridesmaids.”

“We should do that.”

“Whatever you want, baby. Whatever you want.”

[shadowofchwe]

getaway car | vernon chwe

A surprise confession from your life long best friend the night before your wedding sends your mind reeling. Now you’re left to decide if you’re going to walk down the aisle or walk out the door.

💒 Pairing: bestfriend!vernon x bridetobe!reader

💒 Word Count: 4.8k

💒 Rating: 16+

💒 Genre: Best friends to lovers, fluff, some drama/angst, wedding au

💒 Warnings: Y/N is having a rough time at the beginning, symptoms of stress/anxiety, mentions of feeling like you can't breathe/feeling dizzy, Y/N is very torn and having a lot of second/conflicting thoughts, an angsty flashblack, explicit language, this part hurts™️ ngl and there's lots of crying, Y/N is once again going tf through it, mentions of panic attacks, what I can only describe as a classic rom com moment 🥹, brief making out, Vernon vs Y/N's wedding dress 👊🏻, a getaway (had to be one 🤩), honestly this is mostly just really soft and fluffy with some angst sprinkled in and I am so unbelievably delulu for this Vernon 😭

A/N: Thanks everyone for being patient and waiting for me to finish this one 🥺 I hope you enjoy if you decide to check it out 🥰 Thanks as always for all your love and support 💙💙

Masterlist

You couldn't breathe. The beautiful white material billowing beneath you suddenly felt restricting. Suffocating. Like a prison of lace, and ribbons, and sequins. The room was starting to spin slightly, and you swayed on your heels.

You tried to use your reflection to anchor yourself, but the person staring back at you was practically unrecognizable. All you saw was an empty shell. A ghost.

Your soul was somewhere else. Your heart was somewhere else, or rather with someone else. And it wasn't the man waiting for you at the end of the aisle just a few rooms away. No, it was the last person you had ever expected.

It was dimples. And a gummy smile. Grabbing and shaking your shoulders during laughing fits. The most ridiculous and priceless expressions. The softest heart. Big, dazzling, brown eyes. The one man you had loved your entire life, and would, without a doubt, love for the rest of it. Your very best friend. Your Vernon.

Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, and you couldn't discern if their nature was sad, angry, happy, or some sort of mix. You frantically searched the glass for any sign of the person who should've been experiencing the best day of their life. The bride. They had to be there somewhere.

You reflected back to yourself with a face of terror and uncertainty. Someone who knew they were about to make the biggest mistake of their life. But was the mistake walking down that aisle, or walking out the door? Panic seized you at the realization that someone would be coming to get you from the room any moment now.

No one else would ever understand. And your husband to be would probably never forgive you. But you would never be able to forgive yourself if you married a man you didn't truly love. If you settled for what was easy. And safe.

You liked your fiance just fine, and you were pretty sure the two of you would still have a happy life together. It just wasn't the life you wanted. And deep down, you knew that a part of you would always resent him if you went through with this wedding. He deserved better than that, and so did you.

You wanted the passion. The fun. The spark. You yearned for it. The warmth. The feeling of home. The completely undeniable feeling of having found your person.

Vernon had made it clear that he had found you a long time ago, and now you were just trying to catch up in the midst of the terrible timing.

The Night Before

"I can't believe you're getting married tomorrow."

You laughed as you glanced over at your best friend who was lying next to you on the roof of your parent's house, the sky above you lit up with stars. This had always been the spot the two of you would go to get away from everyone and everything, ever since you were kids.

"Never thought it would happen, huh?" you quipped back.

The man next to you sighed, "Not like this."

You sat up suddenly and stared down at your best friend quizzically.

"Meaning?"

"I guess I just…I just thought… You know what, nevermind. Forget I said anything." he insisted as he brushed off your question.

Like hell you were gonna let it go now.

"Vernon," you started slowly, and his name felt heavy on your tongue for some reason, "What did you mean by not like this?"

He was sitting upright beside you a moment later, eyes finding your own, and you were scared. Because he looked scared. Terrified, actually.

"I can't tell you." he said, his voice coming out so soft you almost hadn't heard him.

Something shifted in the air. Something big. Something new.

"Why can't you tell me?" you asked, your voice just as quiet, just as scared.

"Because…I can't take you hating me for the rest of your life. It's the one thing that would kill me. Even more than what's killing me right now."

The pain you heard in his voice made you instinctively reach for his hand. He was really scaring you now.

“Nonie, what are you talking about? Whatever it is, I’m not going to hate you. I could never hate you.” you tried assuring him, squeezing his hand tightly with your own.

Your grip was tighter than what you had intended, but right now, it felt like he could slip away from you at any moment. And you couldn’t let him go. Wouldn’t let him go. Vernon just stared down at your intertwined hands, staying silent.

“Hey, remember when I had just gotten my Nintendo DS for my birthday? I brought it to summer camp, and you accidentally dropped it in the lake the first day. I didn’t hate you then.” you reminded him, flashing a small smile.

Your best friend raised a questioning eyebrow at you, making you giggle slightly.

“Okay, fine, but that was only for like a day. And, we were ten. Ten year olds hold grudges over dumb shit.”

That finally earned you the tiniest grin from him, and he didn’t seem quite as out of reach.

“The point is, you’re one of my favorite people on this planet. You’re my very best friend, Vernon. Now, I don’t know what has you so worried that you think I would hate you forever. But I am telling you now, there is nothing, nothing, you could do that would make me hate you. Not now, not ever. So please, just tell me what’s going on.” you pleaded, scooting closer to him.

“Fuck.” he breathed out before dropping your hand and suddenly getting to his feet.

Terror flooded you once more, freezing you in place as you watched him run a hand through his hair in frustration. His slightly trembling hands clenched and unclenched.

“Vernon, please, just tell me.” you whispered into the night air, your voice catching on some of the words.

“I thought it would be us.” he said without looking at you.

You stared at him incredulously, “What?”

“I thought, that when this day came…it would be me waiting for you at the end of that aisle.” he gave a sad laugh, and something inside of you broke, “But, I guess that was just the fantasy of a stupid, naive, little boy.”

You tried to grasp for thoughts, words, but your head was spinning impossibly fast. The whole world felt dizzying. Spiraling and spiraling, until you were left in complete darkness. Your voice was noticeably shaking when you finally spoke again, “Vernon, what, what are you saying?”

You could barely make out his figure through the tears quickly forming in your eyes. He still wouldn’t look at you.

“I’m saying, that for me, it’s always been you. Always. But I thought, I hoped, that seeing you again these last few weeks would help me to finally get over you. That if I saw you were happy with someone else…then I would be able to let you go. Instead, it just twisted the knife deeper because we fell right back into what we had always been. Your smile. Your laugh. Your warmth. You’re my home, Y/N. The only thing I’ve realized these last few weeks is that I still love you as much as I always have. As much as I always will.”

The clear, raw emotion in his voice had you choking on a sob as you scrambled to your feet. You tried to step toward him, and gasped sharply as you immediately lost your footing. Vernon was closing the distance between you in one swift motion, strong, safe arms wrapping around you and pulling you to him.

“I got you.” he whispered into your hair, and you started crying freely now.

“Why? Why are you doing this now?” you wailed, your tears staining his shirt.

“I’m so sorry…” he started, and you realized he was crying too.

Your chest fucking ached, and your shuddering breaths were deafening in the night air.

“Fuck, Vernon. I’m getting married. Tomorrow. And you’re telling me this, now?!”

He pulled back and took your face into his hands, thumbs wiping at your wet cheeks, “I’m so fucking sorry. I needed you to know. I know I should’ve said something sooner. I’m so, so sorry.”

Your lip was trembling as you stared up at him with blurry eyes, and he smiled down sadly at you.

“You idiot.” you sobbed, Vernon’s face crumbling instantly.

He pressed his lips to your forehead, his own tears wetting your skin as your body shook with the overwhelming emotion.

“Please don’t hate me.” he begged softly.

"I don't." you cried, "This is just, it's a lot to take in when I'm supposed to be marrying someone else tomorrow. The timing is fucking terrible."

"Fuck, I know. I swear to you I thought the feelings would just go away. God, I wish they would, because feeling like this, is fucking killing me."

He drew in a shaky breath, and you clutched him even tighter.

"Which is why…I think it's probably best if I'm not at the wedding tomorrow."

Your chest tightened painfully as you drew back to look at him, "But I need you there. I need my best friend. I need you."

Vernon shook his head, and you had never seen him look so sad.

"I don't wanna risk making a fool of myself and embarrassing you in the process. I would never forgive myself, and neither would you."

"Nonie, please." you pressed gently.

"Let me ask you something, are you happy with him?"

You paused, but only for a second.

"I mean, yeah. He's really sweet, and he's been really good to me."

"Do you love him?" Vernon asked without missing a beat.

You hated it, but that one had you a little more stumped.

"Please," he breathed, "just be honest with me. If you tell me you're happy with him and that you love him, then I will be there for you tomorrow as your friend. I'll push everything else aside and just be happy for you, as long as you're really happy."

You broke down again, and his hands quickly came up to cup your cheeks once more. You saw the surprise flash across his features, followed by sheer panic.

"Hey, hey, I'm sorry. I have no right to ask you that, given the circumstances. Please, just forget it…forget I said-”

“I don’t know!” you cut him off with an emotional outburst.

Your best friend’s eyes went wide, hands dropping from your face, “You don’t know what?”

“Fuck! I don’t know if I love him, okay? I mean, I think I definitely could with time. I mean, we do have forever, right?” you were talking to yourself more than to Vernon, but the words continued to slip out.

“He’s been so good to me, and he loves me so much. And, I, I think I could be there with him too, someday. But right now I just, I just, ugh! Now I’m so fucking confused. My wedding is tomorrow! Tomorrow!! And you’re here, and you’re telling me these things, and looking at me like that. Now I don’t know. About anything!” you fumed, arms flailing around wildly as you talked.

“Whoa, okay, let’s try to calm down for a second, yeah? Maybe take some deep breaths for me, can you do that?” Vernon asked you gently as his hands rubbed up and down your arms.

You sniffled, but then slowly nodded your head. His eyes stayed focused on you as you inhaled deeply before exhaling a moment later, repeating the action a few more times until you’d felt like you’d sufficiently calmed down.

Vernon leaned his forehead against yours and let out a deep sigh. His hands reached down to find your own, holding them tightly between you. With your world still spinning, the contact really felt like the sole thing keeping you anchored to the current moment.

“Do you remember?” Vernon spoke up suddenly, but his voice was soft, “When we were teenagers, I used to drive to your house late at night to pick you up and sneak you out. And then we would just drive. For hours.”

You couldn't help but smile at the memory as you pulled back to look at him, “Sometimes all night. Sometimes until the sun came up the next day. And we always talked about just getting the hell out, driving off together and leaving everything and everyone else behind. Just drive and see where we’d end up.”

He beamed back at you, and your smile widened.

“Just partners in crime. And their getaway car.” he added, making you laugh slightly.

Oh to be those dumb teenagers again. Everything had been so much easier back then. Maybe the two of you should have just run away all those years ago. Maybe your wedding day would look completely different today if you had. So many maybes, it felt like they were unraveling you.

“What if…”

The sound of Vernon’s voice drew you back to your present reality.

“What if what?” you queried back breathlessly.

His hands squeezed yours so tight, it almost hurt.

“What if we went for that drive? The one we always talked about. Leave everything else behind. Just us.”

You heard the slightest ounce of hope in his voice, and it was like shards of glass penetrating your heart. Slashing and tearing. Leaving your chest in shreds.

“I can’t.”

It killed you to let those words slip, and the brief spark in your best friend’s eyes died immediately. Tears started to gather in your eyes once more, but you did your best to hold them back. Otherwise, you were just going to fall apart all over again.

“I understand.” Vernon said finally, his voice sounding defeated and flat.

“I’m sorry, Vernon. I can’t run away from this. I have to be brave and face it. Or it’ll follow me forever. I need some time to think and sort out my feelings. It wouldn’t be fair to me, him, or you to give you an answer right now. I’m sorry, I wish I could. I really do.”

He let out a long sigh, “No, I know, you’re right. And I know I really put you on the spot with all of this, I’m sorry. I should’ve told you all of this a long time ago, before it was too late.”

“Yes, you should’ve.” you agreed, but your tone was more lighthearted than scolding, “But, despite everything, I’m glad you told me. I just…have a lot to think about.”

“I get it. Thanks for hearing me out. If you do decide to go through with the wedding, then I truly wish you all the love and happiness in the world. But…I just don’t think I can be there to see it. I’m really sorry.”

His own eyes were starting to grow misty again. Damn, if only one of you could hold it together for more than five seconds.

“I hate it. But I get it. I want you there, more than anything. But I also understand if you just can’t be.”

“I love you.”

It wasn't like you had never heard him say those words before, but this particular time they just held so much more weight. A heaviness that settled itself as a pit inside your stomach.

“I love you too.”

It was always so easy to say back, even if your words were much lighter at the moment. Hanging between you before dissolving into the night air. Flying away with an undeniable freedom that you so desperately wished you could possess.

Back to a Bride's Existential Crisis

You had a huge, life changing decision to make, and not nearly enough time to make it. You glanced at your purse a few feet away, at the envelope visibly sticking out of it. The one you had sealed and slipped in your bag last night after Vernon had left. The one addressed to your waiting fiance.

The letter had been so much easier to write than you'd thought it would be, even if you were just writing it as a just in case. It was an explanation, an apology, and a goodbye all in one. But you still hadn't been able to bring yourself to deliver it last night. You'd had too many feelings bouncing around inside you, and felt that it'd only be right to sleep on them and hope that the morning brought clarity.

Of course, it hadn't. Because you were still attempting to attend your own wedding, and you were still just as confused.

"Fuck. What am I doing?"

You posed the question to your frazzled reflection, and no surprise, you received nothing helpful in return. Instead, you walked over to retrieve the letter from your purse.

Your fingers made contact, and you started to pull the envelope out. However, with your anxious and stressed state, you ended up accidentally tipping your purse over, some of the contents spilling out onto the floor.

"Shit." you swore under your breath as you started to reach for the letter, but found yourself frozen in place when you saw what else had fallen out of your bag.

With shaking hands, you picked up the item from the floor. You felt tears pricking at your eyes once more as you took in the photo strip of two goofy and idiotic, but happy teenagers.

You and Vernon. Back when you were in high school. It was just one of those things that you had always kept with you. Vernon, of course, had the matching one.

You studied the little colorful squares. Vernon with his ridiculous facial expressions, that he still constantly pulled today. And you. Smiling, laughing. Happy. Because of him. Because of his contagious warmth. Because he was home.

Before you even realized what you were doing, you had your phone in your hand and the line was ringing. You didn’t understand how such a small sound could be so impossibly loud, filling up the room around you. It felt like an eternity of ringing. But then-

“Y/N?”

Both of your hands frantically wrapped around your phone to hold it to your ear, “H-Hey.”

“Hey. I was, hah, I was just about to call you actually.”

You shook your head even though he couldn’t see you and chuckled slightly.

“How do you always know? You always know.”

“Must be our shared brain cell.” he teased back, making you laugh again.

A moment of heavy silence followed.

“Nonie?” you whispered into the phone.

“Yeah?”

“I…I don’t think I can do this. I think…I think this is a mistake.”

Your voice was shaking, as well as your hands.

“Do you mean the wedding? Or do you mean…” he trailed off, and your heart sank.

“I can’t marry him, Vernon. I just can’t. I’m fucking terrified to walk down that aisle and make the biggest mistake of my life.”

You barely managed to get the words out with how much your own emotion was choking you. The gasp your best friend let out on the other end cut you straight to your core.

“Fuck, Vernon. Everything is so messed up. I’m having a full blown panic attack on my wedding day. I’m gonna ruin this expensive ass make up on my face. This dress just feels fucking wrong. And I feel fucking wrong. And everything is just…just wrong!” you spewed into the receiver in an emotional burst.

“Y/N, I need you to listen to me, okay? Can you do that for me, please?” Vernon asked gently, seeming much more calm and collected than you.

You made a conscious effort to try and slow your breathing, “Yeah, o-okay.”

“Okay, good. Now, I need you to walk over to the window. Let in some fresh air, that should help you calm down.”

It sounded logical enough to you. There was a window to your left, and you carefully made your way over to it.

“I just wish you were here.” you mused aloud as your hands settled along the bottom of the frame, ready to try and lift it to let some air in.

You heard Vernon’s breath catch on the other end.

“Look up.”

You’d had yet to actually look out the window. Your gaze lifted to stare out through the glass, one of your hands immediately flying up to your mouth.

“So, I’m here.”

His voice came through the phone, but you watched his mouth form the words from where he stood across the street next to his car. Your mind flashed back to all the times you had seen him waiting outside of your house to sneak you out when you were teenagers. Something about the way your heart was starting to race had you feeling like those same teenagers again.

“Oh my God! What are you doing here?” you queried breathlessly, your hand coming back down to rest against the window.

Vernon gave a shy smile, and even from here, you could still see his adorable dimples.

“I couldn’t, uh, I couldn’t miss my best friend’s wedding.”

You let out a nervous laugh, “Sorry you came all this way when there might not even be a wedding.”

“Truth be told, I needed to see you.”

“Me too.”

“You look so beautiful. Like a dream.”

It was impossible to miss the way his face flushed furiously, and you felt your own face heat at his words.

“You look so handsome. I can’t even remember the last time I saw you in a suit.” you remarked, your tone somewhat teasing.

He blushed again, and awkwardly shifted his feet. You had never been more endeared by him. He really was so stunning. Classic open black suit and tie. Wavy chestnut locks parted to frame his face, some loose strands falling over onto his forehead. Like a dream, you thought.

“Vernon…listen. If I’m being honest, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about what you said last night. About you. About exploring this. Us.”

As soon as the last word left your lips, he started walking towards you, crossing the street in a few quick strides.

“Do you mean that?” he inquired, stopping just a few feet away from the other side of the window.

You knew the weight your answer held. You saw it swirling in his dark irises.

“Look. I can’t promise that I’ll feel what you feel, and have been feeling for years now. I can’t promise that I won’t hurt you, or that we won’t hurt each other. But, what I do know is that if I don’t give this, us, a chance, then I will always regret it. Even more than I’ll regret not walking down that aisle and marrying the wrong man. A good one, but the wrong one. He’s not my one.”

“Open the window.”

The line went dead, and your own phone slipped from your hands. Vernon’s eyes never left yours as he walked right up to the glass. Your hands were trembling as you carefully lifted up the layer separating you from each other. Suddenly he was right there in front of you, and air rushed in, clean and cool. Why was it then that you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

“Hey.” he greeted you, growing bashful again as he leaned his palms against the windowsill.

You giggled, heart glowing with that teenage feeling, “Hi.”

“Are you sure about this? I mean, all I want, all I’ve ever wanted is for you to be happy. I always secretly hoped that it would be with me, but if not then…I would just be happy if you were happy.”

His own hands were shaking, and his words were coming out in a rush. You reached out to intertwine your hands with his, and his big, beautiful, brown eyes looked back at you with what you could only describe as love. Warm and pure.

You may not have been there with him yet, but the stirring of wings inside you was undeniable. Excited, restless, little things. Full of curiosity. Hope.

“So…what happens now? I’ve never walked out of a wedding before. Let alone my own.” you quipped, and Vernon’s face contorted in laughter.

You joined in with him until you were both beside yourselves, Vernon having to lean on your bare shoulder for support.

“Well,” he started once he had finally regained his composure, gesturing behind him, “I did bring a getaway car.”

“Partners in crime.” you said back, giving him a knowing smile.

He beamed back at you and gave your hands a squeeze.

“Always.”

“Can I…” he trailed off, face flushing an even deeper shade of crimson.

“What?” you pressed, giggling slightly.

“Can I, uh, I mean would it be okay if, if I, if I um kissed you?”

His flustered state was so unbelievably adorable to you. The wings were growing incessant now.

“I mean, it is my wedding day. So somebody better.” you retorted snarkily, although you were blushing just as deep.

Vernon let out a shuddering breath, and you prepared for what would probably be the most awkward first kiss of your life. But then there was a sudden surge of confidence as he took your face into his hands, pulling you towards him.

A gasp had just barely escaped you before his lips were descending on your own. The wings inside you took flight. Soaring and falling and soaring again. It was like you were plummeting and ascending all at the same time. So this was what it was supposed to feel like.

Your hands reached out to grab onto his suit jacket and tug him even closer. Vernon groaned, and you smiled into the kiss. You felt his tongue slip past your lips a moment later, and sighed out at his taste. You were both desperately trying to get closer to each other, but there was still an open window between you… Which led to both of you losing your balance.

“Shit!” you exclaimed in surprise as you both tumbled onto the grass below, Vernon somewhere underneath your literal cloud of a wedding dress.

“Oh my God! What the hell is going on here?”

You looked back in horror to see your mother standing in the window looking down at you. Vernon was fighting for his life to surface from the white, billowy, death trap.

“M-Mom? I can, I can explain!”

Her eyes followed the movement of your dress as Vernon’s head popped up, looking dazed and his waves a mess. Your mom looked back and forth between the two of you, and your mouth opened and closed several times, but nothing came out. Finally, she just shook her head and laughed, “Well, it’s about damn time you two.”

“Mom!” you practically shrieked, “You knew?”

“Yeah, you knew?!” Vernon piped up as he recovered the upper half of his body from the bottom of your dress.

Your mother shot both of you a knowing look.

“Vernon, sweetie, you only used to ask for our blessing like once a week.”

Your best friend looked like he would much rather prefer being suffocated by the neverending layers of fabric, than to be having this conversation with your mother right now.

“That was when we were still kids!” Vernon shot back defensively.

“Yes, but, I could just tell. Mothers always can.” she voiced, flashing him a wink.

You didn’t think there was any way his face could get any redder, but then again, neither could yours probably.

“So, uh, the wedding is off. Sorry.” you said awkwardly.

“For what it’s worth, I’m proud of you for following your heart.”

Her words nearly brought tears to your eyes, but you blinked them away.

“I left a letter for him, will you please make sure he gets it? And tell everyone I’m sorry?” you requested with a sheepish smile.

“Of course. Now, you two better get out of here. Sneak off like you always used to as teenagers, even though you thought I didn’t know about that. But I did. Like I said, mothers always know.”

You and Vernon looked at each other, a mixture of shock and embarrassment on your faces. Wow, so many revelations today. You were letting out a squeal a moment later, when Vernon suddenly swept you and all your layers up into his arms, bridal style. He made a run for the car, or as much of a run as he could manage while carrying you, the two of you laughing wildly all the while.

Getting you and the dress to fit in the passenger seat was quite the ordeal, but you and Vernon found a way to make it work.

“Well, my lady, where to?” Vernon asked from the driver’s seat.

You leaned across the console to put a hand on the side of his face before softly pressing your lips against his own, “Anywhere. Just drive.”

[boom-bakugou]

‘Wedding Crashers’ - Katsuki Bakugou

A/N: Sorry for my inactivity but here’s a little sorry and thank you present for me hitting 1k! I love you all sm <3

Pairings: Pro Hero!Bakugou x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+, ooc deku; but it’s more of a headcanon, semi-public sex

Summary: Your ex-boyfriend Izuku Midoriya inviting you to his wedding is a definite stab in yours and Katsuki Bakugou’s backs. But you’ll show him.

Word Count: 5k

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You had considered your morning to be relatively normal, breakfast not burnt, coffee just that right amount of bitter to stir you awake. But those happy moments of peaceful bliss were soon to be fleeting as your mail arrived. Sifting through the pile to what you assumed would be bank statements and bills; your fingers landed on a cream white envelope. Your name printed neatly in a cursive font that when you followed it with your eyes for too long it almost made you want to puke. Tearing it open haphazardly, you read the perfumed content inside.

‘Dear Y/N Y/LN,

We are very proud to invite you to the blah blah blah wedding of pro hero blah blah Izuku Midoriya and blah blah blah.

RSVP blah-‘

Wait what? The taste in your mouth was pitiful. Yes, you and Izuku had dated years prior and after being childhood friends, yet it didn’t end… swimmingly. But this didn’t feel like inviting a childhood friend to your happiest day, no, this felt like a backhanded swipe at your ex-girlfriend who was well known to the media to be single. Pro-Hero gossip magazines made sure of that.

Throwing the invitation onto your countertop, your eyebrows furrowed with spite. You felt weak almost, watching your ex-best friend grow up to be this bountiful hero with merch in every store that you went to. Though you had triumphed well in the hero charts yourself, nothing ever seemed to compare to him. The golden boy. You never really got over the fact that he ended things because being a single hero was more postable than one who was tied down. Until now. Mr. Big shot getting married. It really made you question your integrity,

Recuperating your thoughts, you realised your phone was buzzing on the couch next to you. Checking to see the influx of text messages, you saw Katsuki Bakugou’s name fill up your lockscreen with notifications.

Bakugou: tell me you got the stupid fuckin invite too

Bakugou: the nerve that nerd still fuckin has

Bakugou: inviting his childhood ‘friends’ after all this time

Bakugou: tch, one big publicity stunt if you ask me

You chuckle as you scroll through the messages, gladly knowing that you weren’t the only one feeling this way.

Y/N: so what’re we going to do about it?

Bakugou: what do you mean?

Y/N: well we can’t show him up at his own wedding but we can sure stir something of our own

Bakugou: well that idiot is marrying some nobody extra

Bakugou: probably to show how ‘great’ he is

Bakugou: so how about if two top pro heroes rsvp’d together?

Y/N: you mean us?

Bakugou: no, midnight and grape juice. of course us you idiot

The idea brewed in your head for a moment. Izuku had always been nice when he was younger, and Katsuki hadn’t exactly been the nicest towards him in return. You were always the mediator in those situations. However when Deku grew and grew in the hero charts he started to lose touch with reality. Not really remembering what being a hero was about besides having his face stuck on a lunch box and raking in the dough for it. It was sad. You didn’t know who he was anymore.

Y/N: fuck it, i’m in

-

“You know, don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a tux before.” You chuckle, arm linked around Bakugou’s as you stepped out of the chauffeured car together. You were here to make a scene. Paparazzi glistened everywhere like a moth to a candle flame. You couldn’t wait for the tabloids in all honesty.

“Shut up.” Bakugou grumbled, almost in embarrassment. But his smile didn’t show a hint of it. “Not looking too bad yourself.”

You had coordinated well. Your maroon dress flowed in the gentle summer breeze and matched perfectly to Bakugou’s equally coloured tux. You two were such a pair it was nigh impossible to not think that you two were together today. And the paparazzi made sure of that indefinitely.

You couldn’t lie about how the service was beautiful, because it was. However you didn’t need to hear the shutter clicks of a camera go off every few words they spoke. It was distracting, and you and Bakugou shared a glance each time it occurred. Stifling a giggle, you hoped no camera would pick that up. Even if they did, they’d probably pin it to ‘look at these other heroes wishing that they were the next to get married!’ they’d eat that shit uplike ambrosia.

“Can’t wait to see the reception.” You mumbled towards Bakugou, your plastic smiles never fading for the cameras. Izuku making a show of himself and his new bride.

Watching him was almost bittersweet. The happy memories of you three as children flashing behind your eyes. Now replaced with a fame hungry number one hero. Where had all the time gone?

“What’s got you so perplexed?” Katsuki asked, filtering your way through the crowd, making your way to the cars that would deliver you all to the reception.

“Just-“ You sigh, allowing the cover of other heroes to hide you from the all seeing eyes of the paparazzi. “I miss him, y’know? Miss how we used to be.”

“Tch.” Bakugou didn’t care about the scowl present on his face, your words ate him up like some sort of bacteria. “Thought you said that he was the most selfish guy you’d ever dated?”

“He was but like-” You watched Izuku’s back as he held his new partner’s hand. Waving to the cameras and not watching her, as lovely as she looked in her wedding gown. “As weird as it sounds, I sometimes miss high school.”

Bakugou’s eyes scanned your face, following your eyesight to Midoriya. Fucking extra. The thoughts swam around his head, polluting his mind. He knew Izuku’s break up with you had been a massive toll on your mental health and your ego. He made you think that you weren’t good enough for him, and Bakugou never got over that fact. How could he pass up on you for anything else?

Breaking apart from the conglomerative of wedding-goers, Bakugou lead you to one of the specially hired cars to take the guests to the reception. Despite Bakugou’s abrasive and rough nature, you couldn’t help but notice how delicately he held your hand. Not tugging you along or haphazardly grabbing you by your wrist, making you follow him. No, his fingers interlaced with yours and you felt the coarseness of his palms due to the explosive nature of his quirk.

“Katsu?”

“Hm?”

“You can let go of my hand now, we’re in the car.”

“Yeah- whatever.”

Catching up in the car, you both realise how little time you have to actually spend with each other. Though you and Bakugou communicate 1000 times more than you do with Midoriya, heroing keeps you both busy. No times like these to goof off and be with each other. You missed it, you missed your hot-headed idiot friend.

“Hope there’s less fuckin’ paparazzi here. Think I’m gonna go blind with those extras pointing them in my face.” Bakugou rolled down the tinted window a smidge to watch as the car drove into an old looking manor hall where guests had already begun to arrive.

Flowers decorated the ground and just as you two got your hopes up, you saw a line of paparazzi at each side of the staircase leading to the double-doored entrance.

“Well, it was worth a try.” You remark to him, patting his back as you chuckled to him.

Bakugou was the first to exit, standing beside the door so he could reach for your hand to help you out while you fixed your dress. Just as the two of you began to reach for each other's arms to walk into the reception together; there was a brusque tug to your dress. Upon further inspection, a member of the shutterbugs had stood on a long section of your dress. Allowing himself to get pictures of it stretched out and flowy.

“Hey!” Bakugou didn’t waste time on pushing him off the tail end of the dress. “Try anything funny like that again with my girl and say goodbye to that shitty camera of yours!”

The man nodded, slowly letting his camera hang loose on his neck. The rest of the cameramen easily caught the scene but you both couldn’t care less. What’s a wedding without a little drama?

“Thanks Katsuki.” You note with a soft smile.

Bakugou’s hand tenderly makes its way around the small of your back until his arm is holding you close to him as you walk inside. His hand sitting in a caring way at your hip to assure that nothing could come between you both. You could not wait for the media to plaster this fake-ness on every outlet that they could! However, you liked the thought of relishing in the attention right now.

Once the dining festivities had come and gone. It was time for their first dance. Watching as he held her under the blue lighting had your heart hurting slightly. The thought that that could’ve been you. But Bakugou was right. He’s probably marrying some quirkless nobody not only to make himself look better, but being with another hero is messy. You both had media eyes on you; but… you couldn’t help but wonder how different your life would be like if Midoriya was how he used to be.

You didn’t even notice Bakugou’s eyes on you the whole time. Not wanting to waste a second of his eyesight on the show Izuku was putting on. You were a sight of your own. How could you not see that you deserved someone better? Someone like him. You always spoke about how everyone was under a facade when supporting Deku, but you never correlated that to yourself.

After a short while, others began to join in on the large dance floor. Perfectly spacious for all the famous faces and their egos. Bakugou’s hand traced down your arm until his hand clasped with yours, gently leading you to the floor yourselves.

“What’re you doing?”

“Come on, who’s to say we can’t have some fun too huh?”

Smiling at him, you followed his lead. His hand occupying your waist before pulling you in closer to his chest. Flowing with the music, you couldn’t help the cheesy smile on your face; nor the one that spread to Bakugou’s.

“Why’s no one ever tied down Mr. Ground Zero then?” Your question takes Bakugou by surprise, showing a small blip in your combined graceful swaying to the music.

“No ones good enough.” Such a Bakugou answer.

“You’re sounding like Izuku, but he probably got that from the old you.” You jested, earning an eye roll from Bakugou. “I’m being serious! Come on you can tell me.”

It takes him a moment to figure out an answer, so much so that he doesn’t focus on dancing anymore. He just stands there holding you before locking eyes again.

“Just haven’t found the right person to deal with my bullshit I guess.”

There’s a beat of silence and your eyes search his face for answers. You didn’t even realise how close you were to him. His breath fanning your face, the smell of oak and fire and burning sweetness engulfed your senses. You also didn’t realise how the two of you sank closer and closer into one another.

“Hey Kacchan, mind if I steal her from you?”

Izuku’s voice almost sends you two flying away from each other like same sides of a magnet.

“Ask her yourself she’s not mine.” You turn from Bakugou to give a friendly smile to Midoriya, allowing your hand to rest in his. “I’ll be at the bar. Free drinks and all.”

His answers are short, curt. Yet before you can ask him if he’s alright Deku spins you and begins to dance with you in his arms at the tempo of the new music track that’s playing.

“Long time no see Y/N!” His manner has always been so chipper, despite the facade of it all. Though Bakugou and you went there to purposefully to cause discourse; you don’t think you have it in you to be mean to Izuku’s face.

“Yeah, look at you! Married man now, must be scary.” You chuckle, almost nervously. It was like speaking to a stranger.

“Well I guess I’ll find out! But come on that’s been the subject of the whole day! I wanna know about you and Kacchan.” You felt like Bakugou right now, the old nickname boiling your blood as it did his. There was no doubt Izuku took influence from Bakugou and his fiery personality; but he took it in all the wrong ways. Using confidence to become cold, uncaring.

“Oh- haha, Katsuki and I aren’t-“

“Y/N. Don’t lie to me! I can see the way he’s burning holes in my tux from over here.”

Turning you to the music so you could face where Katsuki was standing, you peaked behind Midoriya’s arm to see Bakugou with an all too familiar scowl on his face. Chasing down a beverage in a crystalline glass in one easy gulp.

“If you ask me Midoriya he’s always looked at you that way.” You laugh your statement off but you meant it with malice.

“Midoriya? Feeling formal today are we Y/N?” He had completely lost touch of who he used to be. “I used to look at you like that when I saw you with other guys, I know what that look is.”

His comment stops you dead in your tracks, not allowing for him to swing you to and fro to the music.

“Actually Midoriya I don’t even remember you looking me with jealous intent other than when I was higher than you on the hero charts.” Shaking yourself free from his towering position on you, you stormed off to the patio doors, letting yourself be eaten by the oncoming darkness of night.

Crying at your ex’s wedding. Not something you’d think you’d ever do in your lifetime but here you were. Thankfully you couldn’t see any reporters or such outside so for now, it was just you and your tears. Maybe you were too harsh on him? You used to be friends right? What happened to that kid who wanted to be a hero who you looked up to? What happened to the boyfriend you had who kissed you goodnight and ignored you when your face was on the TV more than him or snapped at you when he was announced lower than you and broke up with you because ‘heroes dating are messy!’ No. Bakugou was right. He was a self-righteous bastard now.

“Y/N?”

You half expected Midoriya to come out after you but he was probably entertaining other guests. Luckily, as you turned you saw Bakugou standing outside with you, signature hands in his pockets with a dumb, sympathetic smirk on his face.

“Hey.”

“I promise I didn’t punch that asshole at his own wedding but I can tell you he got a fuckin’ earful from me. Hope the paps got a good pic.” His tone was joking but it hadn’t cracked a smile from you yet.

“S’alright. Wouldn’t give two shits if you did.” You sniffled, collecting mascara tears on your fingers and wiping them on the decorative concrete bannisters of the balcony. “Shouldn’t’ve fucking come. This was stupid I have too much baggage for this shit.”

You turned away from him, allowing yourself to lean out on the barrier, looking into the distance on the warm night. You could hear Bakugou give a small sigh before his arms snuck around your waist, pulling your back into his chest before placing a chaste kiss on the top of your head.

“That fuckin’ idiot didn’t know what he lost and it’s my fault for influencin’ him.” The pain in his voice was evident. Did Bakugou blame himself for the hurt Midoriya caused you?

“Katsu-“

“No. That extra is so blinded by the shit everyone has to say that he’s forgotten what real life is. Doesn’t care about his stupid fans or his friends or the best most understanding girl in the whole fucking world. A girl I know does the best for everyone no matter what her own situation is.” You turn around to face him, not wanting to leave his embrace. “Y/N. No matter how much I’ve always wanted to fuckin’ win I’ve just wanted the best for you. And when that bastard did what he did to you- I- fuck. You look at him, like you’re waiting for him to just notice you; but every time I see you it’s like I’m seeing you set the stars in the sky every fuckin night. You just- you’re fuckin’ everything to me Y/N.”

It was completely silent on the balcony besides the low thump of the music from indoors, but it was deafening. But it all faded when his lips attached to yours. It was so clear. All that pining over Midoriya when he was just copying the one who actually saw you for who you were. He even copied Bakugou’s crush on you, most likely to make him jealous. But your mind had no time to think of that when all you could feel was Bakugou.

It was like you had never been kissed before, never felt the love and sensuality behind it. Soft and moist but breathy and warm. For once Bakugou didn’t wish to win a battle, he wanted unity and to be together with you. His hands danced over the delicate curves of you in your dress; taking in every inch of your perfect body. The gasp that fell from your mouth was perfect entrance for Bakugou’s tongue to mingle with yours. The sparks hot and electric between you both was like liquid lightning.

Just as your hands found home in his hair, you heard the all too familiar sound of today of a photo being taken. Bakugou is the first to break the kiss to find the intruder of your special moment. Your lips already feel blushed and bruised but your heart was nearly pounding out your chest.

“Fuckin’ print that in your gossip magazine you extra!” Bakugou couldn’t help but heartily laugh at the man as he shook with worry after catching the intimate moment. He wanted to show you off. He wasn’t ashamed that his lips had captured you to be his.

“Let’s go somewhere more private.” He whispers into your ear and you eagerly nod, grasping his one hand with your two as the both of you manouvered your way through the wedding guests until you finally found a small closet down a hallway where no one from the party had entered.

Slamming the door shut behind you, your eyes drank in Bakugou’s frame. How had you missed that small boy you once knew had now become this beefy, beautiful man? Who was looking at you with the same awe and intent? Bakugou cornered you against the door of the supply closet, latching his lips together with yours once again as if he was scared he’d never be able to taste you again.

“You’re fuckin’ perfect.” Katsuki’s lips mashed with yours as his hands slid up your dress, the coarseness of his fingers against your soft skin sending shivers down your spine.

All those years of being a hero really showed on Bakugou, he lifted you with ease as your fingers traced scars on the back of his neck; holding on for support. His hips pin you against the door and you feel his cock hardening between the fabric of your underwear and his suit pants, you can’t help the whimper escaping your lips at the friction of him.

Bakugou’s hands slip under the straps of your dress, letting them fall delicately to your sides as his lips ensnare yours. His grunts and your whimpers enough to make any passerby know what was going on in the confined space of the closet. His fingers glide beneath the dress which allowed it to fall further as Bakugou felt the weight of your breasts in his palms.

“God you’re fucking everything princess.” His fingers slide beneath the lacy fabric to thumb your nipples, perking and tugging it with his forefinger.

Breaking the kiss, his head lowers to encapsulate the bud in his mouth. Gently suckling it before rolling it feverishly between his teeth. Your hands snaking through his hair only spurring the assault on your supple flesh. Biting your lip to stop the obvious moans that were threatening to spill out of your mouth. You swore you could see stars as his tongue flicked against the pointed nub- sending your nerves wild.

“Bet that fucking extra never treated you like this baby.” He matched your height, his gaze never leaving your own as he took both of your tits out of your bra; kneading the flesh and buds of your nipples as he spoke. “Just wanted to get himself off, I know how to fuckin’ treat you right.”

“Then do it… Kacchan.” You spoke with such gusto in your breathy state, knowing that the old nickname would make him see red. And god did it send him feral.

His body pressed you further into the door, even if it felt like he couldn’t. The aching feel of his cock rubbing against your clothed core made you mewl in want of him. His fingers slid beneath the hem of your dress and made little pricking motions into your inner thighs until he traced a slit over your panties.

“Shit you’re fucking wet.” The pads of his fingers kneading against where you wanted him most, a chuckle falling his lips as your hips did their best to try and get any sort of relief.

“Katsuki please- please fuck oh my god-“ Your neck craned back as you felt your body take control. The low growl in Bakugou’s throat at the sight of you barely touched and already begging for him.

Tracing his fingers along your décolletage he stopped when he met your parted lips before roughly shoving his fingers in your mouth, pressing down the body of your tongue.

“Please please please-“ Katsuki mocked. “Please what princess? Better use your fuckin’ words or else.”

An insufferable smirk played upon his lips as he felt your cunt clench around nothing at his dirty words. Pulling his fingers from your mouth, he wiped the remnants of your spit across your tits; awaiting for your response.

“Fuck me Katsuki- please you’re all I want. God you’re all I need.” Although said in your aroused state. You meant it- and he knew that.

Not wasting any more of the precious time you two had before you were inevitably found out considering your blatant disregard for being quiet; Bakugou used his hand to tug off his belt. Nearly setting his suit pants on fire as his quirk crackled in anticipation for you.

Your body clung to Bakugou’s for support, his whole body easily keeping your pinned high between himself and the door. Once his lower half was sufficiently stripped, it was easy enough for him to rip the sides of your underwear off.

“Katsu-“

“Shut up.”

Not wanting to disagree; you did. Hips bucking against nothing as the cool air prickled at your hot cunt. Bakugou held his manhood in his hand, rubbing the head of it in your slick and providing stimulation to your clit. Your thighs tightening around his waist like a vice grip at the well needed attention.

“You’re fuckin’ soaking baby. So needy.” Bakugou mumbled against your neck, allowing himself and you to get off momentarily at the friction. You could only nod to his words which were making you more and more wet for him. He was such a tease.

“Come on princess. Tell me you want my cock. Tell me.” His voice growled as he repeated himself, leaving marks upon your nape that would surely bruise because of his harsh bites and sucklings.

“Katsuki I need you- only you. Only you.” Your repetition is barely a whisper but he heard it, and despite his rough nature Bakugou confines your lips in a kiss as he sheaths himself inside of you.

Taking a few slow thrusts to allow yourself to adapt to his size, it’s only a moment before Bakugou completely bottoms out inside of you. He watches your face shiver in pleasure which he mirrors. He clasps your hips so firmly his knuckles turn white; it didn’t even hurt as all you could focus on was him inside you. Your hands find their way to his biceps, gripping on for some tension relief and you could still feel his muscles flex even beneath his suede blazer and the shirt.

“What a good fuckin’ girl, taking my cock like this.” Bakugou’s voice is a low growl as he thrusts into you, the sounds of your clothes brushing against one another and the slaps of your skin interacting was like a sinful symphony.

The smell of caramel danced in your brain as Bakugou worked up a sweat absolutely pummeling himself into your sex. You grasped onto him as if your life depended on it, moaning into his neck as his cock slid in and out of you. You didn’t even know how much time was passing as he rutted himself into you relentlessly- yet as you both came to your highs, you could both barely move from the thrill of it all.

Steadying your breaths back to a regular pace; Bakugou slid you down from where he had pinned you against the door and let you fix yourself as he then did himself. You sorted your dress and pulled any tugs from your hair when he had pulled it before slapping Bakugou’s arm.

“You dick! You ripped my underwear!”

“Hot.” He chuckled, fixing his belt loops and stuffing the ripped panties into his pocket.

“Not funny! I’m not parading about with no underwear on!”

“We’re getting the fuck out of this extras stupid wedding. You can wear my clothes at my place.” Suitably sorted and not looking like you had just had the brains fucked out of you in a closet (despite the reddening bites and bruises that were now appearing on your neck), Bakugou held you close. Yet instead of taking the corridor to the exit, he was leading you back to the main dance hall.

“Where’re we going?” You hashly whispered to Bakugou, your thighs still wet from your slick and the cool air against your unclothed pussy making you heat up from embarrassment.

“Gots to do one thing before we go.” There’s a shit eating grin on his face, you couldn't help but wonder what on earth he was planning now.

Midoriya stood talking to other heroes all dressed in their formal attire and Bakugou (with no consideration of their conversation) roughly tapped his shoulder to get his immediate attention. His arm around your waist was so tight but being see with Bakugou like this made you feel almost proud.

“We’re just heading off.” Bakugou had replaced his smile for his usual scowl, something he had always looked at Izuku with.

“Going so soon? It’ll be a shame you guys!” Izuku’s voice was plastered in falsehood. He probably regretted trying to gloat over you two. Bakugou held out his hand for Midoriya to shake it, your brows furrowed on what was obviously a stepping stone to Bakugou’s plan.

“I know I might not be better at you right now in the hero charts.”

Uh oh.

“I’m glad you’ve finally come to recognise that Kaccha-“

“But I am better at you at something for sure.”

Bakugou used Midoriya’s hand in his to pull him closer, readying himself to whisper in his ear.

“Cause I just fucked the shit out of your ex-girlfriend and I know you never made her come as hard as I did.”

Your face burned with the heat of a million suns, but the glower on Izuku’s face was priceless. And you couldn’t help but see the flash of a camera capture the moment as Bakugou’s hand fell from his and slipped once again around your waist.

[roobylavender]

just saw someone refer to Zdarsky’s characterization of talia in that urban legends issue as “the talia damian deserves”… she existed as a better character for decades before him than she did after… when will we be free of the misogyny.

but, in all seriousness, it frustrates me because having to deal with this level of character defamation closes the door to so many conversations about talia’s character.

Like, for example, given things like the state of her & bruce’s relationship & the level of complexity that exists there even when they’re at their best bc of the age gap, along with her own history growing up, it’s totally possible that talia’s feelings about parenthood would be deeply fucking complicated. and it’s just something that slides under the radar because people are so busy either trying to compromise with, endorse, or disprove morrison’s (and those who followed’s) mischaracterization of her.

So, in the interest of being constructive: Obv she would love her baby no matter what, but there’s so much that could be said as to whether she’d be ready for that role (especially considering that she had to contend with the possibility of single motherhood), about if she felt like she had the tools to be a good parent in that moment regardless of how much she may love her baby, about whether she feels she knows how to give this baby the upbringing she knows it deserves because she still has a lot of growing to do herself. And to be clear she would be ask these questions out of nothing but love and hope that her baby will live the fullest life the world has ever seen, but it would still be really really fucking hard because it’s not an easy emotional place to be in! and that’s okay! it’s interesting! And that’s not going into the fact that I have never once heard a single person ever confront the possibility that, for all we know, talia could have struggled with post-partum depression. and it’s just so frustrating because examining this part of her story can be fascinating, especially because family, love, and responsibility are all major themes for talia’s character and contending with these sorts of questions through her would be such a fitting setup for deeply human character work. and tbc i do think, even following the line of damian being given up, talia would want to have a family someday, like she would want to be a parent yk? so her having to confront these issues and where she sees sort of faults in her person in the hopes of being better for the child she could have one day in honour of the one she already has? As a thank you for gracing her life, even if only for as long as she got to hold them? we could have had it all.

but hey, at least now she’s the talia damian deserves, whatever that means.

i think so much about the fact that her life from when she gave up damian to when he was introduced was rarely explored in context of that loss! like obv it was never mentioned again bc denny o’neil erased it out of canon for his tenure so no one could bring it up but i think it’s fun to work with that forced erasure and make something of it. like you could totally reason that talia’s behavior immediately following son of the demon (i.e., detective comics annual #1, bride of the demon) could be construed in light of post-partum depression. her strength of character was still there but i feel like there was a sort of childlike petulance to her, too, like she was grasping onto the last threads of happiness that she could have in light of that loss bc it was otherwise traumatizing to go through and process on her own, what with her being the only one to know the truth about his survival. mike w. barr was subtle with it obv but those last pages of bride of the demon always make my heart pang bc you could tell how badly she wanted to be able to share the grief of that with bruce, and yet not even he could bear to talk about it, so you can only imagine what she was going through

i also like to construe some of her later material approaching and following tower of babel as reflective of a developing relief within her at the idea that she didn’t have to be a mother. that period of time is so crucial for her in terms of breaking free of all constraints and expectations and i can picture her having those fleeting thoughts. thank god i gave him away. i don’t know how i would have done it on my own. i can’t handle raising a child. i would spend the rest of my life perpetually in fear for his safety, and i would wither away. not to position her as potentially selfish or anything but i think it’s always impt to note she was very young when she married bruce and like! it’s totally human to experience both a deep grief following such a loss and a deep relief at the idea of not having to bear such a burden as a young woman all alone with no one to support her. but i like it even more so bc i think it could be really fun to capitalize on in light of an introduction to damian where she finds out that ra’s has him. like can you imagine how guilty she would feel knowing she got to break free and forge her own life and make her own decisions meanwhile her father was busy recapturing the child that she was eventually relieved to have given away. i would love to see something like that explored on paper. it’s so much more interesting to me to explore the complicated nuances of talia’s (and bruce’s) “abandonment” of damian and how that would factor into building a relationship with him once they meet him, than is the morrison premise of talia having raised him the whole time bc ofc she had no life outside of the league and never went through an arc to gain independence 🙄

[whiteqnn]

PURE [2] - Corpse Husband x Fem! Reader

Pairing: Corpse Husband x Fem!Reader

A/N:  443 notes?! THIS IS INSANE! Thank you guys so much for all the love under the first part of this, I was so shocked to see how many people enjoyed this story! I hope this one will be just as fun for you as the first one ^^

part 1

part 3 

part 4 

part 5

PURE [2]

Corpse stared at the red screen with the word IMPOSTOR written in the middle, his eyes widened, a small smile tugging at his lips. 

“No way” he murmured into his microphone, no longer holding himself from breaking into laughter. “Do you guys see this? I wish I could see Y/N’s reaction.”

It took his audience just a second to respond, his chat being flooded with lots of comments about the said girl. 

“SHES SHOOK” he managed to read one from the hundreds of comments, once again bursting into laughter. “Yeah, I can imagine.”

He decided to follow Lily for a while to make himself less suspicious. He probably didn’t need to do that this time, since the others usually suspected him when he was innocent. Ironically, each time he was the impostor, they seemed completely blind to every murder he committed. 

They were both doing their tasks in O2 when the first body was reported. 

“Woah, Y/N is fast” he mumbled, before unmuting himself. 

“Okay,” Lily began speaking first “Corpse is 100% innocent, we were together this whole round, doing our tasks in O2. That’s all I have.”

“Yeah I saw you guys in there,” Felix said. “Where’s the body Sykkuno?”

“Um, so first of all I can also vouch for Dave and Y/N, we were hanging out all this time. So in the beginning, we were all in the upper engine, protecting each other like good friends that we are, and then we headed towards the medbay. And that’s where it gets interesting because I’m pretty sure I saw Poki leave medbay and run to the cafeteria.”

“You really think I would kill my best friend in the first round?”

“Yeah well, some people do” Sean scoffed, clearly referring to the last game when he was murdered by Felix. “Besides, I saw you guys when I was leaving Security so it looks like you were with her the entire round.”

“Wha- Okay, let me defend myself. I would never kill her if I was the impostor, which I’m not because she’d literally come barging into my room to murder me. She’d kill me for killing her first.”

Toast, who seemingly still held grudge against Corpse’s fellow impostor, decided to call Y/N out “Y’know, we all played with Rae before, so we all know how furious she gets after being killed first... but there’s one person who doesn’t know that.”

“Y/N/N?” Sean’s voice blared through their headphones “As much as I know how hard it would be for her to make the first kill, I can actually see that happening.”

“What?! Sykkuno vouched for me literally seconds ago, where the heck did you get that from Toast?” she asked in utter shock. Corpse glanced at his chat and leaned towards his mic, making sure that he was muted in the game.

“Y’know guys, if I didn’t know she’s the impostor, I’d believe in her every word. I mean, she’s so innocent, just listen to her.” he said with a smile, not expecting in the slightest how his audience will react. 

“Aww, he goes soft for her ^^” 

“The duo we need but don’t deserve”

“Y/N FOR THE BRIDE”

“What?” he almost stuttered, quickly going through the growing number of such comments. “I mean-”

“Ooh, someone’s getting angry. Where the heck? That’s aggressive, Y/N” Felix’s amused voice brought him back to reality, and even though Corpse didn’t use a webcam, he still tried to hide his pink-tinted cheeks in the material of his hoodie.

“It was not me! I swear! I was doing my tasks all this time, making sure that no one murders Sykkuno or Dave!” 

“You’re pretty defensive for someone who claims to be innocent,” Toast said with a smirk hiding in his voice. 

“Give her a break guys, she was literally with us all this time. I’m sure we would’ve noticed if she killed somebody” Dave stood up for her, but it seemed like all the attention was directed from Poki to Y/N. 

“Well maybe the other impostor is either you or Sykkuno and you’re just trying to clear each other?”

“Um, if there were two impostors among the three of us, the third person would have to be a crewmate. I mean, it would be impossible for them to kill somebody without a crewmate seeing it.” Sykkuno pointed out, much to Corpses’ relief. 

“I knew Sykkuno would vouch for her” he told his chat, before unmuting himself to defend Y/N as well “Haven’t we already established that Poki is sus as well? She was last seen near the body and has no alibi.” 

“I didn’t do it. The only person that could vouch for me is dead, we were with each other the entire round. I leave her for a few seconds and somebody kills her, but it wasn’t me.” 

“I don’t think she’s lying guys, I mean, if she killed Rae she’d probably be dead already” Felix chuckled “Let’s just skip this round, we don’t have enough evidence.”

“Alright, but Y/N,” Toast said, as everyone pressed the skip button “I have my eyes on you.”

Corpse could hear her sigh before everyone muted their mics. 

“We’ve gotta get rid of Toast guys, he’s too suspicious. I don’t want him accusing my partner in crime, even though he’s right” he chuckled under his breath, following Toast’s character into Admin. “Alright, Felix is with us as well, good. If I just pretend I’m doing card swipe, they’re gonna both vouch for me since everyone knows I’m great at this task.” he shook his head with a deep laugh escaping his throat. 

He could see the other two astronauts running around admin, before they both decided to leave, which gave Corpse a perfect opportunity to frame Toast. He killed the lights and chased his victim who, much to his joy, was now completely alone in comms. 

“Hi, Felix. Bye, Felix.” Corpse snapped his neck before speeding out of the room and venting into Navigation.

That’s when someone fixed the lights. And Corpse jumped out of the vent, only to come face to face with none other than Toast. 

“SHIT” he laughed in panic, seeing that he couldn’t use the kill function yet. “Shit, he must’ve seen me.”

And indeed, it took Toast just a split of second to run out of the room and speed towards the emergency button, Corpse hot on his tail, even though he knew he wouldn’t avoid getting ejected. 

“I’m busted guys, there’s no way they’re gonna believe me” he told his audience, watching as Toast’s character approached the button. However, Corpse wasn’t sure if he was just seeing things, but he thought that he saw an outline of another character appear out of nowhere just mere seconds before Toast called the meeting...

“YES” he almost screamed, at the same time laughing hysterically, when he saw the red cross decorating Toast’s name. 

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!” Sean yelled, similarly to every other player that remained alive. “HOW DID THAT HAPPENED?!”

“Oh my God.”

“But- I don’t get it. What just happened?” Y/N’s soft voice sounded out, making Corpse laugh even more. 

“Someone killed Toast the moment he called the meeting.” Sykkuno explained, barely holding himself from laughing.

“Is that even possible?” she asked confused, her voice sounding so innocent and sweet that the other impostor couldn’t stop himself from grinning.

“Oh my god, she’s just- I can’t.” he chuckled deeply “She’s too precious guys, I swear I’m gonna do everything to keep her alive.”

“Yeah, that’s some big brain move. And since Toast is dead, there’s only one person with balls who could do it” Sean said, clearly very sure of his next words.

“CORPSE!” Lily chirped into her microphone, her voice soon being followed by others who eagerly agreed with her. 

“Okay, I admit I saw them in admin where I was doing the card swipe, but then they both left and I haven’t seen them anymore.”

“Were you in admin this whole time?” Poki asked. 

“Um- yeah, pretty much. I tried to beat my own record in failing a card swipe.” he replied, making everyone laugh. He thought of it as a good cover, unless someone entered the admin after he left... 

“Sykkuno where are you?” Poki directed her next question to the lime astronaut.

“Why am I accused again?” he asked confused “I was with Sean in medbay, I think Y/N joined us for a moment to do the scan, then she left, and then Toast called the meeting.”

“So maybe it’s her?” Dave commented “I mean, medbay is right next to the cafeteria, so she had quite an easy access to the emergency button.”

“Yeah, that would actually make sense” Lily added.

“Oh no, they’re gonna vote her off...” Corpse mumbled under his breath, deciding that he had to intervene. She just saved his ass, he couldn’t possibly just watch her get ejected because of that. 

“Guys, I didn’t even know it was possible to kill someone this way. Trust me, I played only a few times and Jack made sure not to reveal any of his big brain moves.” she scoffed at the last part, making Jack let out a loud laugh.

“How can we be sure you’re not just acting all innocent? I mean, you exposed Felix last game, being one of the last people to stay alive.”

“Y/N was with me when Toast called the meeting, she is innocent” Corpse decided to finally speak up. The silence settled among other players. “She found me in admin and made sure nobody killed me when I failed the fucking card swipe.”

“Why are you saying this just now, Corpse?”

“Cause he’s fallen for her god damn trap! I told you!” Sean argued.

“What trap?” Y/N asked confused.

“I mean, who wouldn’t? It’s like listening to an angel” Corpse said, before he could stop himself. Everyone on the call went wild, just like his chat did... He didn’t know why he said that, it just slipped before he really thought about it.

“Corpse, you do realize you’re simping only makes you even more suspicious?” Poki asked with a laugh, and Corpse felt the blush rising up his cheeks. Even more, when Y/N completely ignored this comment, deciding to suddenly stay quiet...

Did he make her uncomfortable with such comments?

“Seriously though, I’m pretty sure it wasn’t her. We watched each other’s back, so I’m also clean.” 

“As much as I hate to do it, I have to agree with Corpse on this one” Sean suddenly said. “That she’s innocent, I mean. I’m sure Corpse just follows her around like a lost puppy and I didn’t see the two of them, but I doubt Y/N knew it’s possible to kill somebody like that. No offense kiddo.”

“See? Guys, it wasn’t me!” she exclaimed. 

“Wait, why do you hate to agree with me?” Corpse asked in confusion.

“CAUSE YOU’RE KINDA SUS CORPSE” 

“What? I just told you my alibi, weren’t you listening Jack?”

“We have twenty seconds left” Lily reminded, cause everyone seemed to forget about the voting time. “We don’t skip at 7, right?”

“Alright, I’m voting Corpse, I still think he’s sus even though I agreed with him.” Sean announced, much to Y/N’s dismay. She quickly objected, trying to defend her fellow impostor:

“It’s NOT him, I watched him fail that dang card swipe!”

“DANG?! NO NEED TO BE SO OFFENSIVE YOUNG LADY” 

“I’m also voting Corpse, he must be one of them.” Lily agreed with Jack.

“Sykkuno, I hope you’re not doing what I think you’re doing” Y/N asked the lime astronaut, who was silent for the past few minutes.

“I um- I don’t know, they kinda have a point Y/N...”

“Sykkuno, listen to me.” she lowered her voice, trying to convince him “Corpse is not the impostor. You know you can trust me, right?”

“...”

“SYKKUNO GOD DAMN IT, DON’T LISTEN TO HER!”

“Sorry guys...”

Corpse burst out laughing, seeing that out of seven remaining players, five of them decided to skip. 

“She’s too good” he chuckled, quickly running up Y/N’s character when they started the next round. He circled her white astronaut, and she seemed to get his message because she eagerly followed him into Electrical to fake the tasks and wait for someone to show up. 

Soon enough two figures waltzed into the room, only to be simultaneously decapitated by the two impostors, who then swiftly vented into medbay and locked the door to their crime scene. 

“That was smooth” Corpse smiled, happily running around Y/N’s character. “I love being impostors with Y/N, it’s so much fun. The best thing is that no one besides Toast really suspects her of doing something wrong.”

Corpse figured Y/N sabotaged the oxygen because the next thing he saw was Lily running past medbay to stop it from depleting. 

“Ladies first, Y/N” he mumbled, and even though she couldn’t hear him, her small character sped up and left the medbay, chasing after Lily. He waited a few seconds, before bursting out laughing.

Victory. 

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Sean yelled in shock “Y/N?! EXPLAIN YOURSELF RIGHT NOW”

“Y/N HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!”

“That was... I would never guess it was you!” 

“I’m sorry guys, I really didn’t want to kill any of you” she laughed apologetically, but Corpse could sense she was smiling “I just had no other choice...”

“Yeah, I’m sure you killed us by accident” Toast’s voice blared out, followed by loud laughter.

“What was that again? I didn’t even know you could kill someone this way?” Felix mocked in a high pitched voice, making them laugh hysterically. Corpse also found himself unable to catch a breath between his giggles.

“I told you guys they’d fuck us up.” Rae spoke up “But I was actually glad Y/N killed me first, watching her kill Toast was so much fun.”

“Ha ha, thanks, Rae!” Toast exclaimed ironically.

“Y/N and Corpse are just complete serial killers, I don’t know how else to comment that” Felix chuckled. 

“Well...” Corpse mumbled, unmuting his microphone “I can’t disagree. She’s a perfect partner in crime.”

“NOT AGAIN WITH SIMPING CORPSE” he heard Sean’s response, and once again felt awkward when his all his friends laughed at him, and Y/N remained quiet. 

That was, however, until her soft voice effectively quietened everyone. 

“It was.. an honor to murder my friends with you.” 

Corpse never thought his face could hurt from smiling so much...

“Alright, who’s up for another game?” Felix asked after a few moments, and received a chorus of me’s from almost everyone. 

“Unfortunately I have to go now, but it was so fun playing with you guys!” Y/N said, making everyone (Corpse included) object rather loudly:

“One more round, please? I want to see you kill someone again!”

“C’mon kid, what else do you have to do?”

“Stay with us Y/N, I need someone to protect me!” 

“I’m sorry but I’m really tired. I’m sure I’d just fall asleep on my desk and Toast would come up behind my back to murder me.”

“Well, that was actually my plan...” the man in question replied with a chuckle.

“You sure you don’t wanna stay?” Corpse finally asked “Killing won’t be the same without you...”

“I know, and I’m sorry... But I was working the whole day and my eyes just hurt and I feel like I’m gonna faint” she replied. 

“Alright, but just so you know, we’re playing again later this week, and I better see you entering the lobby on time” Felix said, trying to sound threatening, but failing at it. Y/N giggled to herself, the sound making Corpse smile almost unknowingly. 

“I wouldn’t dare to miss a chance to murder my new friends!” 

“Oh my god, she’s too adorable!” 

Everyone said their goodbyes and soon Y/N left the call, her small astronaut disappearing from the lobby, much to Corpse’s disappointment. He wished she’d stay a little longer, playing with her was something he found incredibly fun and quite relaxing if he was completely honest. Or maybe aside from playing itself, listening to her voice was what kept bringing a smile to his face every time she spoke up. 

“Guys, I think I’m also gonna call it a day, it was really fun.”

“What? It’s not even been over an hour!” Rae protested. 

“Yeah, I um.. I know but-”

“Don’t push him guys, he can’t play without his partner in crime” Toast’s teasing voice made everyone burst out laughing, and Corpse just shook his head, glad that nobody could see how red his face became.

“Fuck you guys, okay?” he chuckled into the mic, before finally saying his goodbyes and leaving as well. He thanked his viewers for watching and promised to stay longer next time, before closing the discord. 

He sat for a moment in his chair, staring at the black screen, a smile slowly widening on his lips. It was one of the best games he had ever played in Among Us, and he couldn’t wait to be Impostor with Y/N again. 

“Perfect partner in crime... I’m such an idiot” he mumbled under his breath and felt himself blush, shaking his head at how awkward that must’ve sounded. He pulled his phone out and checked his Twitter, only for his eyes to widen once he saw the top trending hashtags. 

#Y/NxCorpse

#Y/NfortheBride

#PerfectPartnerInCrime

“Oh my God...” Corpse yelped, covering his eyes with his hand as if it would make all those tweets disappear. “Why am I the way I am?” 

He considered texting her, trying to maybe make things less awkward than they already were, but decided against it. He feared he’d make even more of an idiot out of himself... 

Convinced that all those comments about simping and now those hashtags made her uncomfortable, it didn’t even cross his mind that Y/N might be looking at them at the exact same moment, with adorable blush tinting her cheeks, and her lips turning into a small, shy smile...  

A/N: I think about writing 3rd part...