#OMG HE'S A GROOM ?? FOR HIS MISSED WEDDING????

[cobaltfluff]

wait, who's getting married??

[am-i-interrupting]

Okay first off OMG THANK YOU FOR ACCEPTING ME REQUEST!! I loved it and I was wondering if it isn’t too soon like what was Vox x readers wedding like from the OATSH series I’m just wondering since they mentioned Vox was wearing his wedding ring so I wonder what their wedding was like I bet velvet made the brides and grooms suit and doing a absolute amazing job and why do I see Vox crying a bit like not water fall crying but like light produce section Mist crying. also why do I imagine Vox got turned on if he saw yn getting all angry and stuff 😅 also again thank you for accepting my request

Their wedding was actually in the 60s but this is how I imagine it.

To Feel Adored | OATSH

You wanted to continue to adjust and nitpick. You couldn’t keep your hands or your heart steady.

This was it. It was finally happening. You were getting married. It felt like a fantasy. It didn’t feel real. How could it be? How could this happen to you?

You adjusted your earrings even though they didn’t need it. It was a good thing Rosie hadn’t allowed you to hold your bouquet because you had no doubt it would be torn up petal by petal on the floor.

You gathered the soft fabric of your dress and ran your thumb over it. The dress was beautiful. Lace hugged your bust and collarbone creating an empire waist to the dress. The sleeves were long and bell shaped, cuffing at your wrists. The dress itself didn’t accentuate your curves but rather fell delicately over them.

A knock on the door.

“Come in!”

It barely creaked as it opened but your ears still turned to the sound. You saw your father’s reflection join your own in the mirror.

He wasn’t wearing his usual suit but it was similar enough. It had the same stripes in that reddish-pink color he was so found of but the base of the suit was white. He wore his stitched up at between his deer ears, his horns having grown big enough to peak out the top of it. He’d chosen his glasses instead of his monocle for the day. The rested carefully on the bridge of his nose. He smiled at you with those stained teeth of his.

“Are you ready, my deer?” he asked.

“As I’ll ever be,” you told him.

“Good.” He reached for your veil and placed it over your hair (which you’d decided to wear naturally) and face, no need for a clip when the holes for your fox ears would keep it in place just fine. “Let’s get this over with.”

He held his arm out to you. “I’m not going to die.”

“Ah, let’s not get stuck over semantics,” he said as you looked your arm in his.

He placed his hand atop of yours. You didn’t miss the small squeeze he gave it. You squeezed it back.

Rosie greeted you in the hall, Frank at her side. Rosie and Frank dressed in opposing colors. Frank dawning more light pinks instead of the usual whites while Rosie wore a nearly all black dress, the bust a pink that matched Frank but covered by a ribcage.

She finally handed you your bouquet. Irises, which reminded you of life in New Orleans, joined by red lupines and blue hydrangea. You felt yourself leaning against your father even more. Alastor held you steady.

You focused on the flowers in your hand as you walked toward the isle. You couldn’t look at anything else. You couldn’t breathe.

You just focused on the flowers and thought of every moment up until this point that had gotten you here. In both life and in death and you couldn’t believe that this was true, that it was happening, that it was real.

You took a deep breath and looked up. Immediately you were taken by his expression. Vox’s absolutely love-stricken eyes. The zap of electricity that went between his antennas, showing his rapid heart rate as your eyes met.

Then you were taken in by his outfit.

He did always look so handsome in dark colors. A dark black suit jacket hung open to reveal his white and blue stripped waistcoat, double breasted. His dress shirt beneath was black but von straws the the light purple tie he had so nicely. Vaguely, absently your registered that the purple matched the accents on your tail, ears, and hair.

He looked absolutely stunning.

You and Alastor got to the alter before you were ready. You didn’t even flinch when Alastor took Vox’s outstretched hand and used it to pull him closer before you could grab it.

“Hurt her and I will tear your soul apart bit by bit for all of Hell to hear, understand?”

“I—um,“ Vox barely even spared him a glance, too focused on you. “Yes.”

“Lovely.”

He let go of Vox and allowed him to take your hand. His own was grabbed by Rosie who was shaking her head as she pulled him to his seat.

“Was that necessary?”

“Very.”

You paid it no mind. You hand was in Vox’s. So delicately, he helped you up to the podium when you really needed no help at all or you couldn’t, if you could take your eyes off him.

In front of the podium, he carefully lifted the veil from your face and folded it atop your head. He let his hand carefully caress the side of your face. Then your hands joined together and the ceremony began.

It was all a blur, too focused on the man in front of you to truly process anything that was said. Just repeating the words you vaguely registered and taking the rings off of the pillow Vark held in his mouth, until the line you had been waiting for came:

“You may now kiss the bride.”

Vox didn’t have time to react as you quickly grabbed his tie and pulled him down into a kiss. He nearly fell back due the force but gripping your waist, he managed to not go backwards. You surged forward and wrapped your other arm around his shoulder and kept him close. His hands went between your shoulder blades.

You pulled away. No longer bride and groom but husband and wife.

A large meal had been made mainly by Rosie and Alastor though there were a few things you saw that you knew neither would have been able to make so someone else must have been involved. Everything had been labeled, however, with ingredients so no one who didn’t favor cannibalism would be subjected to it.

There were, of course, speeches to be made which began when Alastor stood and whipped out his microphone. Within the company of only friends and family, there was a bit of ability to let down some of those fortress walls of his, aided by the whiskeys you’d seen him take back both before the ceremony and now.

“In life, you were one of the few I cared for and in death that remains the same. However, recently I’ve had to come to terms with the fact that you have grown up and you did it without me. So, although I may no longer be the center of your world anymore, know you shall always be the center of mine and know that should anyone hurt you I will not hesitate to take the time and energy to host a broadcast so excruciating that he will deafen himself and all those in hell with the sound of his screams.”

Your rolled your eyes as the last part was spoken directly to Vox.

“You have and will always be,” Alastor reached out for you hand, “my best accomplishment and so long as you are happy, I can live a fulfilling afterlife.”

Alastor kissed your hand and squeezed it. You squeezed back.

Alastor looked at Vox as he gently placed your hand on the table and twirled his microphone before it was engulfed in shadow. A silent competition.

“Well, I know when to take a cue,” Vox said as he stood. “Now, I’ll admit defeat and say this one time that words are not my strongest skill. I am far better suited with visuals.”

Vox brought out a television. His back facing you prevented you from seeing what he was doing but you heard the click of a button before the television began booting up. Vox moved to the side.

“There was no day in my life more special than the day I met you and no day more devastating than when I lost you,” Vox said as the television flickered one last time before it settled.

You saw something you didn’t know. You saw the day the two of you met from Vox’s perspective. You had been too busy adjusting every detail of your appearance so you played the part that you hadn’t seen him glance through the window of the door and see you, stare at you for a moment before he shook himself and took a few steps so he could make a grand entrance.

“Getting to know you was the greatest adventure of my life.”

You were shown spinning around with your arms open as you spoke to him, that day you met. No words came from the television but you remembered them. Him pointing at night, leaning against you as you held him upright came on screen next.

“I will never meet another so kind—“ you in your waitress outfit topping off a costumer— “and righteous—“ you in a snow white dress, dragging a knife down a man’s Adam apple in a darkened alleyway (when had that happened?)— “and beautiful as you.”

The two of you in that bloodstained cabin. You had fallen asleep on his shoulder, cheek squished up and hair damp, curled, and frizzy. He had it wrapped around his finger.

“In life or in death, there is no one I would rather spend eternity with. No one else could ever compare to you. You saved me in ways that I can’t even explain and sparked me to life again after I died in more ways than just physically. I have lived in a reality without you in it and it caused nothing but pain.”

Vox climbing up the ladder in life, angry, snapping, alone. Vox climbing up the ladder in death with you by his side. He was smiling and dancing and waking up content with you atop his chest, hand over his heart, making sure he was alright.

“I came to the realization years ago but it remains true. I would rather not exist at all than exist without you.”

The television flickered off. Vox moved to sit down, next to you once again but he didn’t get the chance as you met him halfway with a hug. You squeezed his middle as you pressed yourself into his chest.

“I love you,” you said, muffled by his suit.

He held you just as tightly. “I love you too.” You both stayed like that for a moment.

Vox’s hand rubbed up and down you back. He looked over your head at Alastor. There seemed to be something in that brief moment, an understanding of how much they both cared about you between one another. It was gone the next moment as contempt came to Alastor’s expression.

“Let’s go sit, doll,” Vox said softly.

You let him drag you back to your seat, though neither of you let go of one another.

There were a few other speeches given.

One from Mimzy that was oddly heartwarming, about watching you grow up and getting to see you now. Of course, she had to throw in a quip about the money you and Vox had as overlords and you had to roll your eyes.

There was one from Rosie about how wonderful love could be and how she was so happy that you’d found it. She wished you both a happy afterlife together.

A couple others from very close friends but for two influential people, the wedding was actually rather small. It was intimate. Not broadcasted or recorded, not a public spectacle.

Then it was time for cake. You and Vox were both handed a knife. His arm was wrapped around your back, holding you close. Alastor summoned his microphone once again for a countdown.

“Three, two, cut!”

You and Vox both went to cut the cake but your knife sliced through faster. You turned to look at him with a smug smile.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he said.

You continued to do so.

“You act like it wasn’t obvious who the true head of the household is,” Alastor chimed in.

“I—“

Vox rolled his eyes with a scowl.

“Oh, come on, baby, we all knew it,” you said, forcing him to look at you as you grabbed his lapels and mocked his pout.

Vox continued to look down at you unamused. He moved to tap your nose with his knife but you were faster. You wrapped your lips around it and licked off the cake and icing mixture. You hummed, it tasted divine. Vox blushed.

“Alright, alright,” Rosie said, with her hands over Alastor’s eyes, “let’s safe that for the honeymoon.”

“Mmm, no, let’s save that for never,” Alastor said as he gently moved Rosie’s wrist away from his face.

The first song you’d ever humored Vox in with dancing played over the radio. You looked up at him as you shook your head.

“Is your goal today to make me cry?” you asked.

“It’s not the goal,” he said as he grabbed your hand, “the goal is to show you how much I adore you. Is it working?”

He began leading you in a waltz. “Yes, very much so,” you said.

You placed your head on his shoulder. You let him drag you through motion to motion. You let yourself get lost in the rhythm.

You opened your eyes and over his shoulder you saw Vark following behind his every step. You smiled.

“I think someone wants to dance,” you said, voice barely a whisper.

“Oh, believe me, it’s been a challenge not to trip over him,” Vox replied.

You laughed lightly and closed your eyes again.

A couple seconds later you felt a hammerhead begin to push your legs and Vox’s legs apart. You laughed as Vox looked down unamused.

Vark looked up at the two of you with his best puppy eyes so of course you picked him up. He was getting heavy but that was okay. With the combined effort of you and Vox, you both held him between you as you finished the dance.

All together, a nice little family you made.

[fairuzfan]

Also really quickly, I wanted to mention that usually while the women are at the Henna Night, the men have their own gathering. Sahraa Al Zalame (closest I can translate is "staying up at night/gathering, men") takes place at the grooms home/village, and usually set up outdoors, there's a music singer/group or DJ, sometimes a dancing group is hired, there's sweets and drinks and lots of men just having a great time dancing/socializing. One memory I have is when I spent time on a nearby roof with my girl cousins watching as little boys lit up small fireworks, old men smoked and played cards, hookahs, coffee, sweets, fathers hold their babies & small boys, the young men dancing. The Groom and his friends/family lifting him up in the air. I love seeing how our men are celebrated and made to feel part of the wedding celebration in their own way, and of course the Shaving of the Groom. Days before the Wedding the Groom will stop shaving so he looks unkempt, then on that night they have a barber, or friend/family, who shaves the Groom's beard (sometimes old fashioned razor with the long blade are used sometimes modern ones) as he sits in a chair while others are around him in circle, the singer sings "it's time to shave the groom, he must be (Am Nouweer) lit up/glowing for his wedding, shave the groom, he is the most handsome of men" and other lyrics that often vary from family/region. I find it a very charming tradition that shows how just as the bride is going through her own transition from girl to womanhood, so is the groom transitioning from boy to manhood. Also when the groom's family douses him in shaving cream at the end sometimes its really funny. lol. But yeah Henna Night is exclusively for women, but the Sharaa is for men but sometimes women from the groom's side are in attendance too. It just depends on the family tbh. If the Bride and Groom are from the same village/town then some nights we would be at the Bride's for the Henna then walk over to Groom's house to watch the Sahraa of the men. I miss those summer nights because the feeling of celebration and community was so strong and beautiful. Anyways this is long, but I love our wedding traditions.

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omg i love these wedding traditions sooooo much. thank you so much for sharing i love learning about this.

[rebouks]

I'm gonna be the realest with you rn and say that I haven't read Somnium (yet?) and I'm just following FIB as you upload, so I caught myself wondering what Oscar's job is! I'm not completely clueless though: I checked some older posts and from what I saw, I assumed he's a hacker and worked for a criminal gang? But what about now? Just a freelancer? And what about Courtney? What does homegirl got going for her? Tbh I'd love to know the profession of all your sims! Pls don't mind my lazy ass :')

Haaah! I can't say I blame you tbh since it's quite an investment at this point (still worth it imo tho LOL) but yeah, it's hard to catch up sometimes skjkdj <- me currently tryna catch up on a bazillion stories omg

Let's cover as many as we can! lmk if I miss any tho 🙈

But yessss.. Oscar is a freelancer programmer at the moment! He's VERY good at it but moved away from his naughtiness on that front for the most part 🤭 it works really well for him since he's not too great with structure and can work from home! (his office still SUCKS tho ;-;)

Courtney - Stay at Home Mom! She used to work at a garden centre and she's had a million n' one jobs before that too, she doesn't know what she wants to do 🙃 she'll think abt it some more when the kiddos are all old enough for school tho probs...

Ivan - Mechanical Engineer - haven't thought abt this one too much, I imagine he works at some kinda factory looking after/fixing all the machines tho idk 🤔

Bruno - Landscape Gardener

Noah - Artist! He has his own gallery now too and he scouts/stocks other peoples work as well as his.

Aspen - Yoga Teacher - kinda casual tho since Noah makes enough for both of em n' then some.

Sidney - Retired A&E Doctor! Still works the odd shift to help out tho cos she can't help herself.

Alton - Retired Charity Worker (FOR THE TREEEES! 🌲)

Alma - Semi Retired Medium/Tarot Card Reader

Mack/Kobe - Mechanics (still own their lil garage in the Harbor)

Darien - Accountant (a very GOOD accountant & only slightly dodgy these days, plenty of legal ways around the law u kno 😉)

Wyatt - Unemployed! Man's got enough money to last several lifetimes but messes with a lot of stocks, he'll tell people he's an Investor)

Brynn - Stay at Home Mom! She's quite social tho, I can see her getting a job in a cafe or smth when the kids go to school just for fun)

Tilda - Seamstress! She works with a slightly eccentric woman in her shop in the Bay

Tristen - Pizza Boy/Lifeguard! He works with Kara in a cute lil takeaway in town at night, but by day he picks up shifts as a lifeguard on the beach, especially in spring/summer 🌊 He has his own place now!! 🏠👀

Mia - Paramedic! She works a LOT

Suzie - Dog Sitter/Groomer - she has her own grooming station in the garage/outhouse so basically works from home!

Miya - Mixologist!

Rhys - Photographer - he's mostly done weddings/events in the past but he's working toward doing more projects of his own since he has a studio now! 📸

Tommy - Psychiatrist (Still doing his residency tho)

[madraleen]

Moriarty the Patriot - Ryōsuke Takeuchi & Hikaru Miyoshi Chapters 65-76 : A heavily ship-oriented commentary.

-louis thanking william for choosing to live, he's so sweet

-aw lil louis hugging his brother

-the three brothers are together again :')

-i don't recall seeing louis this peaceful ever before, as now that william and albert are returned

-i feel like i'm reading a prolonged happy epilogue and i'm alright with that

-why is albert's and mycroft's reunion so soft omg

-erm? bond/mrs hudson, y/y? THIS IS SO WHOLESOME I SHIP IT

-THE CLOSE-UP ON SHERLOCK'S EYES AS WILL WALKS INTO THE ROOM, WTH! groom meet groom

-i love smiling william. i really do love smiling william, i smile along with him

-ah, sunshine billy!

-louis pretty much loves everyone on this dinner for helping his brother

-AHAHA BILLY IS ONTO YOU, SHERLOCK, HE KNOWS YOU DOTE ON WILLIAM (re: the fruit being 9o% for him)

-i'm really happy for louis, he looks so content

-OKAY BUT LOOK AT HOW BOND LOOKS AT MRS HUDSON! I SHIP IT

-"SHERLY"

-ASFDKM, WILLIAM "I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF BUT I KNOW I ENJOYED BEING WITH YOU." finally william is also reciting his wedding vows. he opened up his heart to sherlock (or rather, sherlock barged his way in it) and now the world suddenly looks beautiful, yes.

-aw will bb cries :(

-oh. liam and sherly lived in brooklyn. *steve/bucky flashbacks*

-the amazing thing is that neither sherlock nor liam make a fuss about others commenting on their relationship, ever. they're like, "yeah, i simp for this bitch, and?"

-"sherly." i'm sorry, i'll stop making a note of it, but... it comes so casually now. "sherly" :')

-aww, william crying at being thanked by the girlie

-argh william and sherly separately staring at the fire and worrying for one another

-one liam was indeed more troublesome than 100 soldiers, but this is such a cute comment, sherlock, shut up

-fucking william, literally a knight on a white horse

-that one time holmes and moriarty were in a western

-oh i'd say william's body is done recuperating, sherlock. you missed that action hero entrance

-i can't wait to see sherly's face when he sees liam. okay yeah i saw it, it's predictably soft. he's falling in love all over again

-sherly be like "i've dragged that man back from death kicking and screaming and nursed him until he couldn't take it anymore, YOU AIN'T SHOOTING HIM!"

-"why did you come," asks sherlock, with a grin up to his ears

-LIAM WANTS THEM TO LIVE TOGETHER, SHARE THEIR WORRIES TOGETHER, HELP ME! me? help sherly, is he okay, is he fainting right about now?

-SHERLY WANTS THEM TO LIVE TOGETHER AND GUIDE EACH OTHER TOO, GUHHH. they're getting married. again.

-it had been a long while since liam looked like a kitten

-LMFAO EVEN BILLY CALLED THEM WEDDING VOWS HELP. and literally no one contradicts him. 

-seeing the gang react to sherlock's story like we just did is hilarious

-william had been looking for moran but he was too good at hiding? hilarious.

-hahaha the entire gang will be working together for mi6, nice. this feels like a "and they all lived happily ever after” fanfic in the best way

-we interrupt for a "moran becomes a cooking show judge" interlude

-OKAY, the happiest of endings! i'm glad!

[k-looking-glass-house]

Please… please help me! 😩

I’m trying to find and like all the individual ghost marriage outfit posts from you and the other person that of course now I am blanking on the name of because now I can’t go and look at their blog name because I’m writing an ask.

I’m liking them now because what I do is I like them and then go through my likes, write up any comment I want to make, add all the tags, and then put them in my queue for my twst reblog sideblog. So I AM planning on reblogging, for the record. I’m just liking for now because it’s easier to go back through and add all the things later. But I can’t find them all! 😭😭😭

I was trying to like them in order of dorm and I’ve managed to find all the outfit designs… until I got to Vil.

I know you/your friend made one because his picture is shown in the overall collage of the outfit edits. And he’s GORGEOUS. But I can’t find his individual post on either your, or your friend’s blog.

I’m going to be sending this ask to both blogs btw - just so you know. Since you both seemed to work on them and one blog posted some of them and another posted some of them as well. So I didn’t know which blog posted Vil’s. 🤷‍♀️

And even though I was trying to go in order of dorms, I went ahead and tried to find the rest, just to see if there were any others I couldn’t find.

And one other has escaped me - Lilia.

So I am missing Lilia and Vil’s ghost marriage groom outfits. :(

Please help!

🥺

🙏

Hi there! Sorry for the late reply

Ha ha I see, I see, well unfortunately I don't think I could help you on this one, as all outfit edits weren't post!

You can find Vil full outfit here ->

As for Lilia it was a mistake of mine since he already has an official Ghost Wedding suit, but for this special one (the one you're mentioning) you can find the edit here ->

You need to kindly ask my partner in crime @twiwoncrackpopcorn for others~

They definitely could help on this one!

Hope it helps!

Anyhow thank you for your hard work and search, and very kind words!

Take care~

The winter hiatus~

[hotcat37]

DALIY MOODBOARD DELIVERY 4 ONE OF MY FAVE FIC WRITERS N ARTIST S ON THIS SIDE OF TUMBLR EVER!! XDD

(I hope U got some tissues N a wedding gift ready CUZ THE JERE/NACE POKÉMON THEMED! WEDDING MOODBOARD IS READY N UR AMAZING ASS IS INVITED! 🥰🥰)

*🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁*

(now take a seat in one of the isles N head straight 2 the open bar N buffet 4 as I tell U the story of one of the most chaotic but magical weddings in JOblr N Kablr history :3)

The day had finally arrived,the day our fave German Shepard N husky duo were going 2 promise themselves 2 eachother forever.The JO boys were helping out with last minute preparations (N driving Kris insane cuz everything had 2 be done by a very specific list he made as soon as the couple announced the wedding date N it had 2 be PERFECT)they even managed 2 get the rings around Ollie’s collar without him jumping everywhere,meanwhile Jere was with his crew + Tommy getting ready 4 the biggest day of their friend (or in Mikke’s case little brother) life.Alas everything was ready N up 2 (Kris’s extremely high) standards,the guests made up of the two grooms family,close friends N some of the esc family as everyone took their seats in the isles amongst the giant sunflower covered Alter Jure made 4 the soon 2 be husbands when Jere began waking down the isle (poor Nacko almost had a heart attack cuz of how ethereal his fiancé looked right then N there) the vow’s were said,Ollie successfully kept the rings safe till he had 2 give them 2 one of his dads 2 set his promise 2 be love N be by Jere’s side forever in stone,everyone was a crying sobbing mess throughout the whole ceremony.(even the daltons couldn’t keep it together or Tommy surprisingly) N then it came time 4 the officiate 2 marry our beloved Pokémon loving now husbands which was sealed with the whole “U may kiss the bride” thing.(Mikke was gonna be their wedding photographer but my man deserves a break so they got Damon 2 do it instead) N as soon as that was over particularly all the guests booked it 2 the open bar N buffet,speeches were made,the newlywed couple held hands as they cut the cake which lead 2 a small cake fight,Kris spent most of the after party sipping tequila N hanging out with Haarija,Bojan N Jure got shitfaced drunk N made out by the buffet (almost squishing the pokeball themed strawberry plater while they were at it) Nace thought Jan went missing until one of Daltons found him playing with a bunch of stray cats who found their way into the venue,Jere’s lil nephew N niece LOVED Ollie N couldn’t stop petting him N playing fetch with the lil dog N as soon as the party was over N everyone had settled into their hotel rooms the Gengar N Bulbasaur loving newlyweds had mind blowing sex but alast they were happy N knew that whatever happened 2 Joker out or Kaarija they would go though it with love in their hearts N eachother by there side..✨✨✨✨✨

NACE/JERE WEDDING CANON!!! this was such a joy to read aaaaah I love Tommy in particular being among the guests 💞💞 Ollie being the ring keeper I can't 🥺🥺 Shocking he didn't run off though haha 😂 Nace would for sure almost faint looking at Jere walking down the isle <3♡♡ Jure making the altar sunflower themed :D 💕 And Kris' extremely high standards lmao ☠☠ Jan vanishing but only to play with stray cats is so real 🐈‍⬛💞💞

Them having mind blowing sex after haha XD The visuals accompanying the story are sooo good omg what what gorgeous wedding!! Love how purple it is 💜💜 The Pokéball flowers :")🥰 Thanks sm for blessing me with this ask!!

[robertphilip]

what do you think robert and giselle’s wedding vows were to each other?

take this as a writing prompt or a headcanon question. i want to hear your answer either way 🧚🏻‍♀️💗

was looking in my inbox and just realized I never answered this omg... forgive me 🙏🏻😔

so I'm terrible at writing overly romantic things like this, and I know if I ever get married I'm gonna struggle bad with vows, so I don't really have anything exactly Word for Word. However, I do think both of their vows would include something along the lines of them being soulmates, and how they'd find each other in any universe. how they make each other unbelievably happy, and how they complete each other. Robert would probably mention how he never realized he was missing a part of himself until she filled the hole in his heart, and I know Giselle would be crying during both his and hers. He'd wipe her tears away, and want to kiss her so bad, but he has to wait until they're done to do that 🤧

like I said, I don't have anything set word for word, but I do have these quotes saved because they remind me of Robselle, and they're kind of a roughish idea of what I think they'd write !

(this ^ one gave me big Giselle energy especially like she'd definitely mention something about how he makes her heart sing)

^ that quote is one of my absolute favorites, and screams Robselle to me.

anyway sorry, this turned into a quote dump, but basically their vows would be something similar to those, I think !! 🥰

I also headcanon that, in traditional Andalasian weddings, the bride and groom sing their Love's Duet as their vows, and Giselle would tell Robert they don't have to do that, because she knows he doesn't like singing for anyone but her. But Robert would feel a little guilty about not including a tradition so important, so he'd end up singing something for her after their wedding, once they're alone in their hotel. and that something would probably be "So Close" because it's their song 🤧💙

[daechwitatamicrecs]

AND THEN HYORI WENT BACK OUT TO THE BAR and Taehyung slid her a tequila shot and smirked sideways and said, "You're this upset over Yoongi-hyung? I can help you forget." And then she got her back blown out by mr. bonjour taeconda and lived happily ever after the end :)

i will request this from you eventually >:) i am waiting for the opportunity >:)

okay my actual review and unhinged screaming below

literally the WARNINGS sent me, i wasn't sure i'd be able to handle the rest. like "yoongi is a terrible boyfriend to the one he's with" i was like OH HALI UNDERSTOOD THE ASSIGNMENT

i laughed OUT LOUD at the author's note and then had to EXPLAIN???? to my husband what i was laughing at :')

OMG THE OPENING. OMG. LIKE. BITCH. like that tells us SO MUCH? SO MUCH. like ohhhhhh i have BEEN THIS GIRL and it is NOT FUNNNNN like she FULLLLYYYYYY has a complex about reader and OBVIOUSLY it is VALID oh my goddddddddddddddddddd i am FROTHINGGGGGG like what has HAPPENED in their time together that shes already like oh it's that bitch OH MY GODDDDDDD HALIIIIIIII

he >_> slept on the >_> couch INTERESTING.

ohhh OHHHHHHHHHHHHH she's done the insta stalk. oh god. oh this is so bad and i am eating it up.

burning Yoongi when he dares to get too close but freezing him out when he gets too far. - hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh literary juxtaposition makes my brain go brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

When he sees you, Yoongi swears he could die. His heart squeezes, his stomach flips - BABY :(

“I don’t like her dress.” - lmaooooooooooo i literally can't even hate her because i understand her so much hahahahahaha this is exactly my brand of petty :')

You laugh and Yoongi begins to bleed at the seams - oiashfiuHFIUQWHFUWHFUIQFIUFAHJAHJohHJAGHUASHGIUAGHOAGHUAGHSGHOio;HIOAHOIAEHUGAHUHUhuahuadhughu;aghu;age

either unaware of her boyfriend disassociating or over it - lmfao literally i kind of love her hahahahaha i, too, would be like GREAT enjoy your menty b over your ex, pls alert me when you've made a fucking decision.

 ���But not… like he loves you.” - PTERODACTYL SCREECHES AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

like ignoring the ways Yoongi was silently telling you that he loved you, like getting mad for not seeing what he was saying in his own, quiet way - OKAY, WELL, OW.

 with your cup of coffee waiting and ready for you every morning, and the oil in your car changed, and the broken shelf in your library mended. He is a soft shadow, the gentle hand on your back at an art gallery you wanted to visit and a held hand at a show he didn’t like but you did - hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh this HURTS because it's SO yoongi and its SO soft and its so vulnerable and deep and so easy to overlook if you don't know what to look for!!!!!!!

children stealing wedding cake - this is why i had a child-free wedding

and some tequila from Taehyung - bless my favorite boy

“Fuck you,” someone hisses - OH NO OH NO OH NO I DID NOT THINK IT WOULD BE 'READER OVERHEARS THE BREAKUP' BUT HERE WE ARE

a picture perfect groom - UN. NECE. SSARY.

 Yoongi gets it - has always gotten it. From the beginning, to the end. Even when he’s confused, he figures it out. Knows how to put the pieces of your puzzle together for the full image. - floating down a lazy river made of tears holding a frozen margarita with a lil umbrella in it bye

“Missed hearing you say it.” - uahsfihfjhaufhawiufhiawfhoashf;uauigehg

"it's not my usual explicit ass smut" okay liar :')

Yoongi’s laughter is dark against your mouth as he presses his lips to yours. - going for another loop of lazy river for a different reason byebye see you later

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh it is everything i ever wantedddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd i am so happyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

THIS WAS SO WORTH THE WAIT, I AM FERAL, I AM SCREAMING, YOU HAVE FULFILLED MY WILDEST EXPECTATIONS

okay, Yoongi rec time. I am prepared for you to ruin my life, lessgo~~~

Gimme feelings and vibes, babe!!!! These two understand each other, they are the safe space for one another, their quiet compatibility is god tier.

Premise: Yoongi is 'the one that got away' to you. When you're unexpectedly thrown into each other's worlds again, every old feeling you had takes over like he never left - and it's clear that it's mutual. Problem... Yoongi has a girlfriend.

(Prefer no infidelity, just Yoongi having to make a hard choice, realizing the depth of what he had/and could have again now with reader is more substantial. And reader not being completely sure (maybe from miscommunication or lack of it) what his choice will be.)

honestly idc how smutty you make it, if you want to throw me a bone (huhuhu) and have some spice you know i'm not complaining :)

❀ Pairing: Yoongi x f. reader

❀ Summary: Unresolved feelings lead to nothing but heartache when you run into Yoongi at a wedding five years after breaking up. Especially when you realize that despite Yoongi have feelings for you, there is still another woman on his arm. 

❀ Word Count: 3,641

❀ Genre: Angst, exes to lovers, smut

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

❀ Warnings: STUPID PINNING!!!! LIKE JUST TWO IDIOTS WHO NEED TO GET OVER THEIR PRIDE AND GET BACK TOGETHER!!!!!! Angst, a lot of internal pondering on relationships and life, Yoongi is honestly a terrible boyfriend to his current girlfriend (he is in love with reader and it’s very obvious) bickering about relationships, Hyori seems like a bitch but tbh she is in the worst situation lmao, depiction of a breakup, a lot of aching and being wistfully sad, explicit language, sexua content including vaginal fingering, light nipple play, unprotected vaginal sex, some cum and fluids idk they’re sweaty, this is more of an emotional/prosey smut scene than filth, FeElInGs

❀ Published: August 1, 2023

❀ A/N: JO IT TOOK ME A YEAR TO FILL THIS REQUEST FOR YOU BUT GOD DAMMIT I LOVE YOU AND I LOVE THIS REQUEST. I HOPE THAT THIS FITS THE VIBE OF WHAT YOU WERE THINKING AFTER WAITING FOR ME TO FUCKING WRITE IT FOR LITERALLY 365 DAYS. I LOVE YOU SO SO SO MUCH AND THIS IS UNEDITED OKAY. HERE'S TO HALI'S HAPPY AGUST'S FIRST REQUEST DROP!

❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

| Masterlist | Ask | Song Inspiration | Hali's Happy Agust

“Is that her?” Yoongi doesn’t have to turn to look at who Hyori is talking about. Her tone, tightening grip on his arm, and the way she stiffens says all that he needs to know. “Well? Is it?”

Yoongi doesn’t want to turn around and look. His back and shoulders hurt from sleeping on the hotel couch, his eyes burn from being unable to sleep after staying up most of the night fighting with Hyori, and he knows that Hyori knows what you look like. As if she has not spent hours scrutinizing every part of your life on social media. 

Perhaps it’s Yoongi’s fault. He thinks of all the things he’s done for the last two years. Or better - he thinks of all the things that he hasn’t done that have landed him here at this wedding with Hyori seething at your very presence in the same room. 

It’s only partially Hyori’s fault. Yoongi could have done better to make her feel secure, to ensure that she felt like he was in this relationship without thoughts of you, to make her feel like he would always be about her and not you. 

Yoongi loves quietly, though. Too quietly for a bright, burning star like Hyori, who has turned into a flaring nova over the last year, burning Yoongi when he dares to get too close but freezing him out when he gets too far. 

He doesn’t know what to do, so Yoongi does what Hyori wants him to do. He turns and looks over his shoulder, eyes scanning the entrance to the garden that Seokjin and his fiance have selected for their reception. 

When he sees you, Yoongi swears he could die. His heart squeezes, his stomach flips. He keeps his features schooled as much as he can, knowing that his girlfriend is watching his every movement, waiting for another reason to dig her nails in deeper, waiting to say I told you so. 

“Yeah,” he mumbles and turns back around without looking back again. “That’s her.” 

Hyori hums, seemingly satisfied with Yoongi’s lack of interest in you. Her grip softens and she melts into him a little. He fights the urge to lean away, the sudden sight of you making him want to put distance between himself and Hyori.

She did tell me so, he thinks when he realizes that his first instinct of being in the same room with you again is to be away from anyone else. Fuck. 

“I don’t like her dress.”

Yoongi hums in agreement, but he couldn’t disagree more. He thinks you look stunning in your silk, sky blue gown. It glows against your skin and Yoongi already knows you’ll smell like vanilla with a hint of cherries, a scent that used to drive him wild. He knows you taste as sweet as you smell, skin warm and soft and-

“Are you listening?” Hyori asks, voice ringing with annoyance. 

He wasn’t. “Sorry, I was wondering how many people they invited.”

“Looks like a hundred or so. Did you see who Taehyung brought?”

Hyori launches into assessing the dates brought to the wedding as people are seated for the ceremony. Yoongi hums and nods when appropriate, but his thoughts are miles away from petty conversations with his girlfriend.

Instead, he’s focused on you. Three rows up and on the other side of the aisle, sitting next to Hoseok. You laugh and Yoongi begins to bleed at the seams, all of his wounds that he’s spent the last five years trying to heal opening up for him to drip with pain. 

It’s stupid, this endless longing for you. You’d broke it off with him because it was getting too complicated and because Yoongi had missed every opportunity to give you reasons to stay. He knows that you’re happy and he loves seeing you happy, knows that you have no ill will toward him. You wish each other happy birthday, and he texted you when a mutual friend passed away. 

So why is it so painful? Yoongi was happy with Hyori at first. She is everything he is not: bright, outspoken, full of energy, adventurous and social. He liked the way that she compliments him, where she makes up for where he lacks. But now, all of those differences have become obstacles, and what they had once admired one another for has become irritations. 

When the ceremony starts, Yoongi knows he’s supposed to look back at the bride and watch her enter. Knows that she will be beautiful and it is her day and she is owed all of the attention in the world. But it’s you he watches, waiting with his breath held as you turn, eyes sweeping to watch the bride enter.

And then you’re looking at him and Yoongi breaks. A single look in five years and he knows with sudden, lightning-strike clarity that he cannot do this anymore. The stab of longing is far greater than looking at you from a distance, the weight of your gaze crushing.

Yoongi realizes that there is nothing worse than watching two people proclaim their love in front of their family and friends while the love of his life is sitting three rows, and an aisle away. 

-

Letting out a shaky breath, you bring the flute of champagne to your lips, knocking back the entire thing. It burns on the way down and the carbonation fluxes, making you cough as a sudden burning sensation singes your nose, making you choke.

You set the glass down quickly, coughing your way through swallowing the alcohol the wrong way. Hoseok appears, patting your back and asking, “Shit, you okay?”

“Wrong pipe.”

“Maybe don’t chug your champagne like you’re using a beer bong in college.”

“Well maybe I need stronger champagne,” you shoot back. You immediately wince at your tone, Hoseok raising his brows. “Sorry. Very on edge. I knew seeing him would suck but I didn’t expect to feel like my rib cage would crack open.”

“By the looks of it, you’re not the only one.” 

Gritting your teeth, you follow Hoseok’s gaze, glancing over your shoulder toward the far end of the reception room. Yoongi is leaning back in his seat, slouched slightly in his chair and staring off into the distance unseeing. Next to him, his girlfriend Hyori giggles with the woman next to her at their table, either unaware of her boyfriend disassociating or over it. 

The worst part about Hoseok’s comment is that it’s true. Seeing Yoongi’s face during the ceremony was all you needed to see to know that it isn’t just you being burned by the fire. You aren’t alone in your pain, but you're not the one in a committed relationship. You’re not the one who has sat passively and let the world and love pass you by. 

It’s knowing that hurts so much, you think. Knowing that you love Yoongi more than anyone else in the room. Knowing that maybe walking away because you were too young to understand his love language or how he could do better for you was a mistake. 

Five years has given you a lot to think about. You don’t move through the world the same way, and you have a better understanding of the way that people pour love into relationships. You can’t help but wonder what it would be like now that distance has made you understand Yoongi more. You cannot help but ache over imagining that he has fixed all the things about himself you struggled with for another. 

“He loves her,” Hoseok murmurs, speaking your thoughts. “But not… like he loves you.”

“Well, that’s his problem.” You pick at a stray hair on your dress. “I admit I was immature and impatient and didn’t give him the chances to be what I needed, but… if he wants me and won’t take me, isn’t that why I left in the first place?”

Hoseok hums his agreement with an undercurrent of sadness. “Come on, let’s dance. Weddings are for celebrating love, not watching it die.” 

Hand in Hoseok’s, you let him lead you out onto the floor, spinning you wildly until you’re crashing into Jungkook and Taehyung’s arms, laughing and letting the music sweep you up and away from the hurt. The pain of knowing Yoongi is right there dulls a little. 

Being with your friends helps. It takes your thoughts away from thinking of all the things that you did wrong, like ignoring the ways Yoongi was silently telling you that he loved you, like getting mad for not seeing what he was saying in his own, quiet way. 

Yoongi isn’t faultless but neither are you blameless, which is perhaps why it hurts so much when you catch glances of him on the other side of the room. His hair is longer than it’s ever been and you wonder if it’s just as soft as it used to be. His face is just as round and soft, and yet he looks older somehow, more mature. 

It’s hard not to wonder what it would be like if you’d just given him the chance to be better for you. What it would be like if you had been more patient and understanding of him.

Yoongi does not love loud. He does not exist brightly splashed across paper the way that you do. He loves gently, with your cup of coffee waiting and ready for you every morning, and the oil in your car changed, and the broken shelf in your library mended. He is a soft shadow, the gentle hand on your back at an art gallery you wanted to visit and a held hand at a show he didn’t like but you did. 

Sweat lines your forehead and sticks to your arms from dancing. You excuse yourself to take a break and freshen up in the bathroom, the cool air of the venu making you shiver as you wend through candle-lit tables filled with sleeping elders and children stealing wedding cake. 

In the hall, you teeter toward the bathroom. After being plied with champagne and some tequila from Taehyung to loosen you up, you feel a little too loose, like you might melt on the floor if you don’t get some water and a seat somewhere underneath an air vent. 

“Fuck you,” someone hisses, their voice loud enough to stop you from turning the corner of where the bathrooms are. This section of the hotel is empty, reserved only for events and Seokjin’s wedding is the only event for the evening. “Why did you fucking bring me, then? I told you it would be just like this.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You will be. I have tried, Yoongi. I have tried for a year now, and nothing I do matters. No matter how hard I love you, you still love her. It isn’t fair and it’s cruel.”

Your heart speeds up when you realize it’s Hyori’s hissing voice you hear and Yoongi’s soft baritone. You chew your bottom lip, turning to look at the empty hall behind you. There’s no one around, the wedding working into the late hours of the evening. There doesn’t seem to be another set of bathrooms, and you can’t imagine trying to walk past Hyori and Yoongi in the middle of this. 

“You’re right,” Yoongi sighs. You know that sound. Defeated. Sad. 

“That’s all you have to say? That I’m right?” 

“I don’t know what else to say. You are right. You don’t deserve the effort that I’ve given you, I have been incredibly unfair, and though I love you, it doesn’t erase what I feel for her. It is the worst kind of cruelty I can think of, and I thought I’d get over it. I didn’t.” 

“You are the worst kind of person.”

Before you can get yourself together at the sound of Hyori’s clicking heels, she’s turning the corner and nearly slamming into you. She takes a few steps back, eyes wide and blinking in surprise. When she realizes it's you, her face twists into something cruel and venomous. 

Instead of saying anything, Hyori rushes by you, shoulder smacking yours. You teeter but don’t stumble, staring at the empty space where she was moments ago. You’re not sure you deserve her wrath, but you understand it. You don’t blame her for it. There is no happiness at her pain, no twist of pride at winning. Knowing that her pain is because it’s still about you. Always has been. 

Licking your lips, you take a shaky breath and peek around the corner. Yoongi is standing in the empty hall with his head tilted back toward the ceiling, eyes closed. His long hair falls to his shoulders around him. He looks so beautiful in a suit and bowtie, a picture perfect groom if you thought about it long enough.

Tears sparkle in the corner of his eyes before tracking down his face. His pain is tangible, and before you know what it is you’re doing, you’re walking toward him. He either doesn’t hear you coming or doesn’t care that there is someone to see him cry, because he doesn’t look down at you until your hand is in his and you’re squeezing. 

Warmth blooms between your palms. His are rough and calloused like you remember, all from playing guitar and taking the woodshop classes he loves so much. He still smells like cedar and sage, hypnotizing and dark in a way that makes you want to fall into him each time you inhale. 

Yoongi’s eyes open, lined in silver-tears. He looks so in pain and so beautiful, this soft boy who is now a man. Different but familiar. A burn and a balm. 

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, quick to speak first. Your hand squeezes his more as Yoongi opens up in front of you on command. As if he only has a moment to correct all of his mistakes in a single breath. “I get it now,” he whispers, voice cracking. “I do, and I’m sorry. And you look beautiful, and happy and I am so happy for you.” 

“I know.” You feel a burn in your eyes and realize there are tears threatening to break free. “I- me too. Can we just?” 

You don’t have to say what you mean. Yoongi gets it - has always gotten it. From the beginning, to the end. Even when he’s confused, he figures it out. Knows how to put the pieces of your puzzle together for the full image. 

Just a tiny exchange leads you to a twist of muttered words, spilled tears and Yoongi’s mouth on yours. You don’t know when he kisses you first or if it was you, but you know that his mouth is on yours and he is warm warm warm and his mouth tastes like whiskey. You breathe him in, fingers pulling at the lapels of his jacket. You want more more more - you always do with him.

Yoongi is a giver. He never takes. He lets you take from him. He crushes you with the weight of his love on the bed, hands feverish and hungry as he pulls your legs up to wrap around his waist. You moan as his rough palms skate up your exposed thigh, lighting a fight as he strokes your skin. 

It feels like you might suffocate. The air between you is static as Yoongi sucks your tongue into his mouth, making you shiver. Kissing him has always been your greatest weakness and you forget the way he breaks you apart with gentle swipes of his tongue, the soft nibbling of your bottom lip between his teeth. 

You feel like an exposed wire, sparking under Yoongi’s touch. He pulls the dress from your overwhelmed skin, your nipples pebbling in the cold air as his mouth moves from your tips, to your jaw, to your throat. Your pulse beats wildly under the careful touch of his teeth against your skin, the sting of his bites soothed by a swipe of his tongue.

Trembling and panting, you pull at his pants. Yoongi’s skin is hot to the touch, firm in places you don’t remember and soft in places that you do. Your fingers trace his lines and curves, remembering, discovering. You want to learn all of the new things about him and recall the things you already knew. 

“Fuck,” you gasp as Yoongi’s wet mouth wraps around a pert nipple. He hums and gives a vicious suck, making your back arch off of the bed. His tongue flicks across your hardened bud a few times, making you twitch under him. “Yoongi.”

He lets go with a pop, a string of spit connecting his mouth and your skin. “Say it again,” he whispers, voice ragged. “Missed hearing you say it.”

“Yoongi,” you say again.

You don’t stop saying his name - can’t stop saying his name. Not when he slides his hands between your legs, fingers trailing through your soaking cunt. Not when he circles those nimble fingers around your clit, sparking pleasure deep inside of you.

It feels like you’re on the edge of madness. Years of want and hurt and desire come bursting to the surface all at once. Your hands slide through Yoongi’s hair, just as soft as you remember it being. You tug hard on the locks, making him moan deeply into your shoulder. His breath is hot against your skin as he teases you, fingers tracing your entrance but doing nothing.

“Please,” you whisper. “Don’t.”

“Just wanted to see if you still get all worked up.” His laugh turns into a groan when you pull his hair harder. You feel his cock straining against your thigh, sticky tip tacky against your skin. “You still do.”

“You have some nerve saying that like your cocks not drooling on my thigh, Yoongi.”

“Fuck, I know.” He slowly slides a finger into your dripping heat. You curse, arching up into him. It isn’t enough. “Could bust just fingering this tight fucking pussy.”

“More.”

“Yeah?” Yoongi inserts another finger and you feel fuller, better. You nod, eyes fluttering shut as he sets a gentle pace, fucking his fingers into you at an angle to press up against that soft spot inside of you that makes you whine. “I still got it.” 

“Shut up.”

Yoongi has a right to be smug. It feels like you’re going to shatter, your hips coming off the bed to meet his thrusting hand. Your mouths smash together, teeth and tongues colliding. It’s messy and wet but Yoongi is yours again - maybe not forever, but he is in this moment and it's all you want. All that matters. 

Dizzy and drunk on him, you let him work you toward your high, the wet-smack of his fingers between your thighs bracketing the high-pitched sounds escaping you. He attaches his mouth to the sensitive spot beneath your ear, licking and sucking until you’re trembling under him, hands shooting to his arms and legs squeezing his hips as you come apart around his fingers, walls squeezing him tight.

Curses drip from his mouth as he shifts forward, pressing you further into the mattress, thrusting his fingers harder. Your orgasm reaches a peak and your mind is near breaking, ears ringing as he drags it out. You try to move away from him but pull him with you, reaching over stimulation but wanting more. 

Yoongi drives you mad. Has always driven you mad. You crave him even more as he pulls his fingers from your fluttering cunt, smearing your slick down your thigh as he gets up on his knees. Your legs fall open for him, butterflied as he strokes his heavy cock in his hand, watching you catch your breath.

Sweat sticks to your skin, the sheets clinging to you. Your thighs protest as Yoongi presses you open and slides his cock along your sticky folds. You twitch when his tip catches your clit, little shockwaves pulsing through you from the stimulation. 

Biting his bottom lip, Yoongi angles his hips to push in on his next teasing upstroke and you gasp. The stretch is painful and good, the pressure mounting as he pries you open. You feel yourself drift a little, lost in the feeling as he presses into the hilt, stopping to let your walls flutter around him. 

“So fucking tight,” he mutters, falling forward to cage you in with his arms. “Fuck.”

“So fucking big,” you shoot back. “Not my fucking fauuult.”

Your words turn into a mewl as he pulls out and slams back in, hips smacking with bruising force against yours. Yoongi’s laughter is dark against your mouth as he presses his lips to yours. You breathe hard against one another, sharing breath as he fucks you hard and deep.

Sliding your hands along his back, you grab him and pull him closer. Press your fingers into his shoulder blades, grip sliding with the sweat on his back. He works you so easily that within a few moments you’re delirious, babbling under him and near tears that finally - finally - you have him again. Something you’d never thought you’d get. 

Apologies spill from his mouth. Yoongi tells you everything he always meant to say. Everything you always wanted from him. You mutter it back, pull sweet words from his tongue, claw him open and make him shudder at your touch. 

Forehead pressed to yours, dark eyes burning, Yoongi brings you back to the precipice again. This time when you come, it’s together, your body squeezing tight, muscles spasming. Yoongi kisses you then, shaking above you as you ride it out together, unable to think of anything else but Yoongi. 

Later, when he’s asleep next to you and you’re wreathed in the warm cage of his arms, you think never again. Never again will you risk this heartache and let him go. 

[crescendeyes]

turning 30.

7 July - I went to Terry's wedding in hopes to repay all his kindness and love he has showered me over the past couple of years. I have never been more thankful for someone eventhough I've rejected him for more 20 times in the past 2 years.

Going to Brunei for the first time, not knowing anybody; I was destined to stick by the groom through this very challenging time for him. Why did you ask? Well, his wedding is what we would call "a shotgun wedding" aka unexpected pregnancy.

Context: Terry and Rachel got pregnant after dating for 4 months and decided to be good christian families and marry each other.

The entire wedding was honestly interesting, not only was I pushed in different directions to look for a new bf from his family members but Terry himself teased me by asking me if I wanna find a Bruneian boyfriend. It got pretty exhausting and tiring after awhile, I even yelled at him to stfu for the 5th time.

Low and behold, I met Bryant, omg Bryant. LOL.

Both Bryant and Ryan (the groomsmen) were tasked to "take care of me" during the wedding dinner cause Terry would never be able to anyway. He was far too busy getting high off his tits and drunk to even care bout me - so I understand and oblige.

Bryant was the first dude I really noticed cause, well, he was the only other dude covered in tattoos and he looked somewhat normal compared to the other jarringly Bruneian Chinese people there. But the INFJ in me was strong, I was too shy to say hi or introduce myself. Funny thing is, so was Bryant.

Of course, extroverted Ryan (his bestie) decided to walk up to me and introduce themselves to me (thankgod) cause I wouldn't have done it myself.

TLDR: We ended up getting pretty fucked up and blacked out for most of the wedding. Turns out Bryant and I were pretty close the entire night (we didn't remember a single thing). We spent the night knocked out on my bed cause Bryant had a flat tyre sending me back to my hotel.

But who could blame him? I mean look at me I'm gorgeous LOL. OK, jokes aside, we did end up spending the rest of my days in Brunei together cause Terry ended up in the doghouse with Rachel for the 2 nights after seemingly abandoning her at their own wedding and attempting to kiss me (you cannot make this shit up guys).

Upon leaving the country, I found myself missing Bryant and wishing we had more than a couple of days together....we spoke bout this for 2 nights in a row after I left and he decided to fly down after.

The reason was simple:

My birthday celebration - she turned 30 guys haha

To spend more time and explore what this could potentially be

My birthday wasn't something to shout about. It didn't really matter to me how I celebrated being 30 but it mattered who was there for it. I had an amazing time either way cause Bryant was there. I really think losing Aaron was a manifestation of what Bryant came to be in my life.

Someone who is unexpected, calm, kind and caring. OMG I don't think I have ever been more in love. My heart swells in the happiest manner when I talk to him eventhough it is thru the phone. It was amazing.

Come my actual birthday, I had to fly off to Copenhagen with my family and I was DREADING it. I wish I could back out of this truly. I wish I could just take the 2 weeks I am off to spend it with Bryant anywhere I want. I wish I could just do it.

Bryant said he would be home at mine when I come back cause thats how much he misses me too. And for the love of God, bless this man cause eventhough we are doing LDR it doesn't feel like it.

So, work is shitty but turning 30 brought in an unexpected love I didn't think I would find <3

[vneuns]

omg can we get a wedding fic with george i actually never see any for him and im curious how you’d write one :3

~c!niki <3

▸ The wedding of my dreams | cc!george ֙⋆ ་ .ᐟ

＃ʚĭɞ warnings slight cursing , very light mention on nsfw lmao , butt mention , fluff , idk lmk if they're something i missed

ʚĭɞ＃ author's note(s) this took wayyyyy too long omfg. but i seriously hope you all enjoy it,,

＃ʚĭɞ others if this gets 20+ reblogs i'll think about writing the honeymoon fic and giving it to you guys as a christmas present

WEDDING JITTERS ARE said to be a normal thing on the day of your wedding. So, when you arrived at the venue after a night in your hotel room, that was the first thing you expected to have. Except, they never came. You didn't break out into a cold sweat because in just a few hours you were about to vow to a marriage with the love of your life.

You didn’t immediately feel like running away, or think that getting married was too much pressure. If anything you couldn’t stop imagining what your life would be like after the two of you got married. Your eyes wandered over to the aisle where your soon-to-be husband would be waiting for you at the end of the aisle.

“Y/n.” Your best friend shook you softly bringing you out of your haze.

“Come on we’ve gotta get you ready.” Taking their hand you allowed them to pull you towards your dressing room suite.

It was going to be a long day.

That it was. Every second leading up to the actual reception was filled with someone walking in and out of your bedroom, asking you about cold feet, or if you were nervous. Until you kicked them out.

The suspense of this life-changing event was killing you and the number of family members and friends coming in to remind you of that pushed you over the edge.

Your body pressed against the now looked door huffed as you listened to the confusion of voices behind it.

Pushing off the door you went to sit on the couch to get your mind around everything before a knock on the window took your attention. Carefully walking towards the door you looked through the curtain where your soon-to-be--husband stood with a hand over his eyes.

Chuckling to yourself you pulled back the curtains all the way, unlocked the window, and greeted the British man standing outside; a pair of black sweats and a grey shirt adorning his body.

“What are you doing out here?” You questioned your eyebrows raised as he kept his hand over his eyes.

“Dream and Sapnap told me you locked everyone out, so I did the same and decided to come to check up on you.”

Of course, he’d do something like that for you, because you were always his number one priority.

“Think at some point they’ll notice you're gone?”

A smile crossed his face as his tongue dipped out to swipe at his slightly chapped lips.

“Probably, but I wanted to make sure you were okay.” What were you going to do with this man?

“I’m not wearing my dress, silly, you can pull your hand away from your face.” Taking his left hand in yours’ you played with the promise ring on his middle finger turning it back and forth. It was the gift you gave him on valentines day after dating for a year. Though it wasn’t very original because he ended up getting you the exact same thing.

“No, I wanna wait to see your beautiful face walking down the aisle.” Placing his hand on your cheek you allowed him to caress it with his thumb before you moved your face slightly giving his palm a small kiss. Something you often did when you couldn’t put into words what you wanted to say.

A commotion from outside the door lets you know everyone has just figured out the Groom is missing. Definitely somewhere where he shouldn’t be.

“I’ll see you down the aisle.”

He leans forward blindly leaning for a kiss which you happily give him before sneaking one more kiss on his hand before letting it go.

“I’ll be the one in white.”

The slow instrumentals to ‘Thinking Out Loud’ by Ed Sheeran began to play as the doors to where your soon-to-be husband stood. Hooking your arm underneath Karls’ arm you allowed him to walk you down.

Sapnap taps on his best friend's shoulder watching you descend down the aisle “Turn around, George.”

“If I turn around I’m gonna cry.” He confesses in a whisper, Dream holding back a snicker watching his best friend wipe at his cheeks shaking his head.

“You haven’t even seen them. George turn the fuck around.”

George finally turns to watch you walk down the aisle, and when he finds your eyes, neither one of you looks away. His hand wipes tear-stained cheeks, and you give him a big smile, feeling like you’re about to faint yet like you're floating.

Reaching the front, Karl hands you off to George, going to stand beside you, even holding your bouquet.

The two of you, a beautiful combination of tears and smiles, and you can’t help but wipe away the heavier tears that roll down his cheeks as Punz goes through the ceremony. After several minutes, full of tears, smiles, and an occasional joke from Dream, Punz finishes with, “And now, you may kiss the bride.” An excited ‘ah-ha’ exits your mouth when George pulls you into him, holding you tight to his body.

Everyone crowded around the two of you as you stood in front of the gorgeous three-layer cake. Your hand on top of the brunettes next to you as he held the knife, the tip cutting smoothly into it, making sure it’s slow enough for everyone around you to get their cameras out.

Until he started going a bit too slow and you just pressed your hand into his.

After the first piece was cut and plated on two separate plates. In true newlywed fashion, you both ended up moving the plates of cake in each other’s direction, which results in simultaneously smashing your respective plates into each other's faces.

The laughs of your family and friends filled the area as George turned to you caked dripping off his eyebrow before leaning forward and licking a bit of icing off your nose.

Admiring your husband's features as the two of you danced to ‘Can't Help Falling in love with you’ cover by Hayley Reinhart. It was as if it was just the two of you. In a room full of people. It was just the two of you in each other's arms forever.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He whispered, pressing his lips into your temple, the two of you rocking back and forth. Completely tuning out the song.

“Like what? Like we just got married?”

George just shook his head just as he began, your hands falling down his back inches away from his butt before Quackity was moving your hands back up to their original positions.

“This is a pg-13 wedding, save all your-.. Nasty activities for the honeymoon.”

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Hmm what if Michael and Victoria actually first met as teenagers but didn’t remember? 👀

Omg in that case it would have to be a somewhat vague/short and there’s a 4 year age gap with Victoria and Michael, so hmm… 🤔 Actually for the sake of this prompt, let’s give it a nice AU twist and pretend there’s only a 1 year difference!! ❤ Victoria at 14 and Michael at 15 and for the sake of setting the scene, 1937 at Lorenzo’s wedding (since he’s the eldest, hehe)! 🙏🏻

Being a guest at the weddings of your cousins and family friends throughout the past few years was one thing, but the air of excitement and utter lavishness provided at your eldest brother’s wedding—a first in your family, was a completely different story.

Your family had completely redone their courtyard to decorate it to wedding splendour, leaving room for the bride and groom to be officiated, the flower girls to toss petals of roses down the aisle behind the bride, an ample amount of space for hundreds of guests to dance and dine comfortably, and the best hired Italian band that could be found in New York.

Just as your brother Lorenzo loved the finer things in life, he intended on showering his new bride in nothing but luxury, including many fine gifts of glistening jewels and diamonds worth tens of millions of dollars, and the sight of him doing that alone after the couple’s first dance met it’d now be a suitable time to meet the rest of the guests.

Besides your own family members, you didn’t recognize anyone else personally.

Of course you had heard all of the names of the prominent crime families and could probably spot out all of the Dons just from the fabric of their suits and the aging wrinkles over their face alone, but there was simply far too many guests and hundreds of hands to shake at once.

You were standing next to your father at the time his eyes lit up to spot a specific guest making his way over to the two of you with a boy not much older than you on his left, and a younger girl on his right.

“Don Corleone,” Giuseppe hugged his old friend, patting him on the back. “I’m honoured you’ve come today, grazie.”

“Of course. I would not miss the day of your son’s wedding for the world.” Vito smiled warmly, “congratulations to the new couple. I want to personally wish them a lifetime of happiness after the ceremony dinner.”

“Greatly appreciated.” Your father chuckled before he looked down at the Don’s daughter and son by his side. “And these two younglings are growing up faster by the day, hmm? I almost didn’t recognize them.”

“Their mother says the same thing and she sees them all the time.” Vito put one hand over Connie’s shoulder and the other on Michael’s before he gave you a greeting smile. “I’m not sure if everyone has met or even had the chance to with his crowd.”

“Now’s a better time than ever.” Your father squints his eyes, glancing around the crowds but simply unable to spot out Matteo, Leonardo and Alessio in specific from so many people gathered in one spot at a time.

“Ah, but this is my daughter, Victoria.” Your father gestured down to you. “Matteo is my youngest so she’s the only older sister.”

Vito beamed down at you and rubbed Connie and Michael’s shoulders, making it more than obvious his own daughter was ten times more shy than you could have ever been. “This is my youngest and only daughter as well, Constanzia, and—” Vito glances down at Michael, “my youngest son, Michael.”

From the loud sounds of chatter and music blaring from the band, you neither heard either of Connie or Michael’s names nor did they hear yours, providing only introductions by seeing each others faces.

Neither of you spoke a word to one another, but all equally had shy and curious glances with each other; especially towards you and Michael.

You wanted to speak out and say ‘hello’ but shyness pulled you back, especially considering Michael seemed the exact opposite but was rather curious about you.

Still, had you seen Michael more often or even again just to properly introduce yourself at any calmer setting, learn his name and vice versa, he would become unforgettable to you.

Instead, Michael rarely cared for weddings and celebrations, still in the midst of his high school studies such as yourself and the two of you never saw one another again—let alone any of Vito’s children.

Naturally as time passed with both of you growing into young adults, memory also took its course. Neither you nor Michael could remember this meeting, and perhaps the mention of it by your father or Vito may put nostalgia and yearning in your heart for what could have been.

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AHHHHHHHHH I've reread this reply at least three times this morning!!! I love it so so so much!!!!!

'Please do not feel pressured to respond to everything or anything' I don't feel pressured, but B R O. How can I NOT respond to this!?!? XD

Omg I love these fucked up kangaroos so much XD I'm glad that Lottie got to be with the weasels, but... My heart aches for Kingston a bit. He's just trying to do the right thing for 'his' baby 🥺🥺🥺 I also want to know more about Ryan! Reading your tags, I can see him and Lottie getting along. He seems to be the most sane member of the Roo family.

Also, to answer your confusion. The Hangover is one of my favorite comedy movies XD it's about three groomsmen who go to Vegas with their friend, the groom, for his bachelor party. But things got out of control, they don't remember a thing, and the groom is missing. So now they have to figure out what happened and find him for the wedding! I do warn you if you choose to try to watch it, it's kind of raunchy 😅 not nearly as bad as Zombie Strippers or 2001 Maniacs, but still. You might want to proceed with caution XD

Ohhh I see. That makes sense ^^ Poppy and Shiny love Lottie, but they also knew that that isn't their kid, so they shouldn't interfere. They still do what they can, like being available to babysit (Poppy especially would love to babysit. She loves kids ^^), and Poppy may get fretful of her when she was around (she would not at all approve of Psycho and Lottie swinging high at the park XD), but they both ultimately know to let Smartass raise his kid.

About the housing situation; for Pocho, I can see Psycho moving in with Poppy, even before they had kids! Once they both were comfortable with that kind of change ^^ when they started trying to have kids, Poppy wanted to move into an actual house so they would have room (her one bedroom apartment would definitely not be big enough), so Shiny helped her find a house in her neighborhood. They're literally a block or two away from each other now. As for Griny, since they were comfortable with how the relationship was at that point, they didn't move in together until after they realized they were having a baby (they both have seen how Teddy goes between houses every other week. It's comfortable for her, but I don't think Shiny at least would like to do that. It'd be too hectic in her eyes. And she doesn't care about being away from the gang life like Jane Doe is. So why not?). I think maybe at first Shiny stayed in the TP house for awhile, before they decided that Greasy should move into her house instead. Which was especially difficult for Smartass, Stupid, and Wheezy now that they've lost the only one who can cook XD

(For the Grychoppy timeline though, I imagine Poppy moved in with them instead. Smartass wasn't going to let her take two of his men XD for the Grinypop ship, I can see Greasy and Poppy moving into Shiny's house. And for Shincho since I've been lately thinking about that, Shiny moves in with the TP)

AAAASAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHH I LOVE THESE QUADPLE FAMILY HEADCANNONS SO MUCH!!!! I'm want them to be the main timeline so bad now!!! 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 Jewel could actually develop a kind hearted side with Poppy's guidance, just like the twins! And Shiny can be the fun relaxed mom that balances out the fretful mom Poppy is! And Psycho can make sure that none of his babies get to witness Greasy and Shiny being gross XD

And Poppy would absolutely be on board with Lottie's plan. She wants them to be able to make friends, and knows they've been having trouble. Shes happy that they have each other, but also knows that it's unhealthy for them to be so attached to each other. She and Psycho even help out! They do something with the other twin that's not with Lottie, and Poppy does her best to make them understand that this is for the best for them ^^

Percy and Penny definitely (lightly) argue over who can go our with their cool cousin XD Lottie is just standing back, sipping at a soda Poppy gave her, and she's just like "So, did you tell them I only came here for a cookie sheet?" "I did. But you know how they get... Are you going to tell them?" "... They can figure it out themselves."

Yes!!!! Yes yes Jewel definitely goes to their school. The twins get so excited about it because finally!!! There's a kid at school who actually approaches them and isn't deterred by their eye contact or their perfectly timed speech. And all the students are just boggled that this little kid approaches the designated creepy kids of school. Though that might even encourage others to talk to Penny and Percy too ^^

Also, I'm making it canon now. Percivals favorite food is indeed pink marshmallows XD when he was a kit still learning words, he called them 'squishes'.

Percy: *peeking up onto the counter and looking at Poppy with those big baby eyes* Mum, can we have squishes tonight? Pleeeaaase?

Poppy: *laughing and cooking* No, sweetie. We can't have marshmallows for dinner.

Psycho wondering if he should take Jewel. Bro better be prepared to wrestle Shiny if he does XD "I did not spend nine months in Hell just for you to take my baby-"

STUPID BEING THE BEST UNKLE STUPID BEING THE BEST UNKLE STUPID BEING THE BEST UNKLE-

Also, I forgot to mention before. Since Poppy asked Shiny to be her kids' godmother, Shiny asks her the same for her kid. And Poppy of course accepted ^^ I swear, these women are so tightly knit, it's a wonder they didn't have a fling before getting together with their husband's (unless... 👀)

Him throwing the book at Greasy!!! Oh my god I died at that XDDD I like to think he kind of did it on purpose, but didn't mean to nearly kill him-

Jewels plan failed. She showed Lottie the book, knowing she would show it to Stupid, and had intended for their unkle to show her other cousins. At least Lottie is scarred right along side her now XD

(Maaaayyyybe he and BAMF S/O could have a baby together to add to the cousin group? 👀)

Alright before I go, here are some MORE Griny family stuff that I forgot to add last night XD

When Jewel went to high school/college, both Shiny and Greasy expected there to be plenty of PTA meetings... But the first thing they hear from teachers is that their daughter is a perfect student! Straight A's, always gets her work done. Is always on time. And they are proud, but also very confused???

It turns out though that Jewel has actually started a sort of business at school XD she'll change a students report card, forge hall passes, or get another kid in trouble for the right price. The reason why she's putting effort to look good in front of the teachers is so that if any of her 'clients' try to snitch on her, no one will believe them. Like I said, my girl here is a master at planning ahead (Greasy and Shiny are so proud of her XD)

Even though she is definitely a little devil, she does have her sweet side too. It's saved for her family mostly, and it wouldn't be as obvious without Poppy as a second mother to her. But it's still there. With her cousins, she'd have a 'I'm the only one who can call them idiots. Anyone else does it will suffer"

Ok more angsty/dark, but I've been thinking about Jewel not having the best luck with boys at first. Shiny would definitely do her best to prepare her for any assholes that approach her, but I've been thinking about one boy she was interested in trying to pressure her into things and breaking her heart. She does get her revenge on the guy after healing, at least. And nobody in the family was happy when they found out what her boyfriend tried to do (this kid is fucked).

Ok to heal from that angst! Jewel does find a good guy ^^ he's a humanoid toon, actually. And- he's an average Joe. That's literally his name. There is nothing special about him XD and that's what Jewel likes about him. She already has too many flavors of crazy in her family. She needs normalcy XD though he does have red hair (her and dad have the same tastes it seems XD)

Back to baby Jewel. I can also see her getting along with Smartass the most. That's her dad's friend, first of all. And they also relate to being so sick of idiots XD they'll share a look with each other when the other members of the family are being dumb before Smartass goes and does what he's gotta do. And Smartass was officially put in Jewel's cool book when he received Lottie's letter and made her parents stop 'making noises at night' for her XD

Hm... Ok looking back at my monster AU families, I made a mistake XD Percy and Penny are humans too (maybe. I haven't figured out what kind of monsters they'd be otherwise). So at least Percy, Penny, and Teddy aren't alone in being the most normal in the cousin group XD though how would Teddy be conceived if Wheezy is an undead? Maybe Teddy would be fathered by another man and Wheezy becomes more like her stepfather? What do you think?

Ok I better stop this here now. I apologize if this isn't so comprehensive. I got too excited! XD

I had to think about the cousins XDD It's such a cute idea!!

I LOVE THESE SO MUCH MAN I REALLY DO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

👇 Actual footage of my heart everytime I read these 👇

Ok this is gonna need a readmore because I have SO MANY THOUGHTS BEHIND THIS

First off, WE GOT LORE FOR LOTTIE'S MOM!!!! LETS GOOOOOOOO!!!!

Omg omg omg I've been wondering about Rena for so long! But I keep forgetting to ask about her 😅 She's from VEGAS you say??? Did the Toon Patrol have a The Hangover style adventure in Las Vegas?? And that's how Smartass met her? Was it a drunken one night stand and that's why he was wondering who she was? Or was he just pretending in front of his boys that he had no idea who this 'Rena' is?? Did Rena manage to hide this whole thing from her husband? Does she want to see her daughter someday? Does Lottie want to see her? AHHHHHH I'm sorry, I'll stop before I bombard you XD

Though Lottie being the only one who was raised by all the weasels and no one else was around caught my eye. When does Lottie come into their lives? Was it before Poppy and Shiny came into the picture?

And- And Lottie knows Teddy's mom????? Lottie, reveal your secrets!-

Lottie and Penny bonding!!!!! Yes yes yes yes yes!!!!! Imagine if they have little inside jokes with each other. Or they're constantly checking each others' bounce to see who has the better one XD also I absolutely love that Lottie takes them out separately! I can imagine that the first time she did that, when they were little, Penny and Percy got upset about it, having used to being around each other constantly and not getting what she was trying to do. Though soon enough, they genuinely enjoy these times! They love each other, but it's nice to spend time with other people ^^ (especially since I can imagine they probably didn't/don't have the easiest time connecting with other kids. As horror toons, they can be creepy even without trying to be. Not to mention the habit they would probably pick up from dad. So for a while at least, the only friends they had were each other).

Also, yes! Shiny would absolutely be their favorite aunt. Poppy would still ask Shiny here to be their godmother, so she has a sense of responsibility for these little hooligans (which also helps her come into motherhood easier ^^). She's not judgmental at all with them; she herself was a crazy kid, she gets it. As long as they aren't hurting themselves. Fortunately, these kids also have Poppy as a parent, so even if they could easily be Devil children if they wanted to, they also have their angelic side ^^ that might also make the twins and Jewel close too! They kind of feel more like siblings because of Shiny's responsibility and care for all three of them, making the two families close (*cough quadple Greasy Shiny Psycho Poppy *cough*)

In general, the kids know that Shiny is the cool, non-judgmental aunt they can come to if they need help ^^

And Poppy with Teddy!!! Omg that touches my heart so much. Poppy and Stupid are the two breaths of fresh air in this insane boogle that Teddy needs XD I can so see Poppy being an ear for Teddy (or any of the kids), and possibly her mom too, about the troubles of being a civilian related to a criminal in some way. She's so understanding and offers her best advice ^^ imagine if Poppy got to be Teddy's babysitter when she was younger!!! (She's close to the family and a sane adult. Wheezy can trust her XD). And Poppy can help reassure Wheezy that he's doing an awesome job at being a dad ^^

On the topic of Poppy and the Wheezy family, if i may; if Poppy ever got to see Wheezy and [Jane Doe] together after they separated, it would be soooo awkward. Why?

Poppy: *not knowing what happend between these two* Aaaaw, you two make a cute couple! ^^

Wheezy and [Jane Doe]: ...

Poppy: ....

Poppy: *leaning over to Greasy* Did I say something wrong?

Greasy, knowing exactly what's going on: Ehhh... Not in the way you think, amiga.

Ahhhhh Psycho giving Jewel a knitted hoodie!!! That's just so heart warming ^^ I can see that when she gets older, and she doesn't grow out of this 'phase' that plenty of people told her she would, Jewel would get confused about herself. But she then remembers unkle Psycho has the same attitude as she does about that sort of thing, and feels a bit better ^^ I'm not sure who she would open up to about her asexuality first though; she and Psycho relate to each other, but her mom is the most laid back and understanding about this topic. But either way, Jewel will be able to better understand herself in the end.

STUPID WITH ALL OF HIS NEICES AND NEPHEWS!!! I'm so sorry Stu, we need to do more with you. So here is a quick unkle Stupid paragraph! He loves them all, obviously. They are all just so precious!! I can see him asking Pocho and Griny soooo many questions after they reveal they're having a baby ^^ he's almost like one of the kids like that XD and they all absolutely have days where it's just the kids and Stupid, watching cartoons and playing games and just having fun while the grownups go do their own thing. Like a giant sleepover! I like to imagine that even when they are all adults, they still have these get togethers. It's a tradition for them all ^^

Oh... Oh God, all these kids playing Truth or Dare... This is going to become their version of Uno; blood is drawn, alliances are made and broken. All hell will break loose.

You are right, I can see Penny being a bit of a daredevil. Though if she sees her prank has gotten too far/out of hand, she'll do what she can to fix it. She's mischievous but also nice ^^ and Jewel is the kind of kid who has a backup plan in case things go wrong. (If you play chess with this kid, you will lose. Just putting that out there XD). And Perry absolutely would be the lawyer of the group and makes sure to get signatures and proof XD I can see him being more devious than his sister, despite being the more low energy of the two. He'd probably be more like a lawful evil or something and grow up to be a lawyer something.

I want to see Lottie pulling truths out of her cousins and Teddy being nonchalant about her own truths XDDD the other three are watching them both with shock and awe XD JEWEL TRAUMATIZING HER COUSINS WITH HER PARENTS' BOOK "If I have to be scarred, I'm taking you all with me."

Ok the cousins sending Lottie letters and pictures is just so adorable and sweet... But when I first read Jewel's part, I immediately imagined that one of the chicken scrawl letters she sent Lottie was pretty much just "I miss you, but how can I get mami and papi to stop making noises at night?" Complete with a picture of herself frowning at a door; Greasy and Shiny's bedroom door 😅 what would Lottie's reaction to this cursed child's letter be?

Before I end this post (I have to before I make it too long XD), heres some headcannons for Griny family life. This is better done in bullet points.

The day that Jewel was born, was the day that Greasy finally started to believe in karma XD all the women he chased, and now he has to raise one. Shiny had a ball when she realized this (it took her a bit. Girl just brought a new life into this world, she is exhuasted).

Jewel's nickname is Pumpkin. Because Shiny's biggest pregnancy craving was anything pumpkin related. Ironically, Jewel hates pumpkin. She can't stand the taste. She will consider you her mortal enemy if you offer her some pumpkin pie XD

As a baby, whenever Shiny and Greasy would try to get some ~quality time~ in while Jewel was napping, she would start bawling out of the blue. It stopped them everytime, and then she would just magically be calm again. Almost like she planned this XD

I can imagine that even though they had Jewel, Greasy and Shiny didn't get married. They were just fine with their relationship as it was, and the stress of raising a kid didn't prompt them to think about a wedding. And to Jewel, that was normal too. It wasn't until when Jewel started going to kindergarten and talked with other kids, one of whom came from divorced parents, did she actually ask her parents why they weren't together together. Did they divorce at some point? Greasy and Shiny cleared it up for her and explained that they truly do love each other, but it did get them thinking about officially tying the knot.

Jewel has very vague memories of her parents' wedding. She remembers walking down the aisle with her mom most vividly. (Jewel was supposed to be the flower girl. But when the time came, the toddler just grabbed Shiny's hand and walked with her- still carrying the basket mind you XD everyone got a laugh out of it, and her parents have pictures)

I can see Shiny and Jewel bonding over makeup, actually! Jewel tried sneaking into her mothers makeup one day, though Shiny caught her. Instead of getting mad, she just chuckled and sat down and the two had a makeover, and now it's become a tradition for them ^^

Jewel and Greasy bond over having similar devious minds. Granted, his is more fine-tuned since he has had to use it for his own survival and his job, but he can still see when the gears in his daughters head are turning. Sometimes Jewel will come to him, asking him what he would do in certain situations, and Greasy knows that she's looking for answers of what she can do.

They also bond over cooking. I can see Jewel being fascinated with her father's talent since she was young, and likes being in the kitchen with him ^^

I sweat there was more in my head, but it's late here so my brain is shutting off XDD so have these two memes of Jewel I made. Thank you so much for sending this in! ^^

Actually wait, no. One more thing. Since it's the Halloween season, here's one more though for you.

Monster AU family's. Jewel is a half-demon. Lottie is a natural born werewolf (assuming she was conceived after Smartass' curse). The twins are two orphans that Poppy and Psycho adopt (or they were conceived magically), and Teddy is the only human among them.

Ok now bye-

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for asteria’s 4k celebration @chokemepansy omg sorry for submitting again i just love the prompts so much im also sorry for using so many prompts

prompts:

6. i didn’t realise i was such an inconvenience.

12. it was open and i read it.

20. that is not what the instructions say.

30. how could you let them say that about me??

40. you win.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader

Requested?: no

Summary: “Let them dirty my name, because I know how much you love yours.”

Words: 4.2k

Song: Bluer Than Blue

Category: ANGST

Warnings: mentions of domestic abuse, name-calling, drowning, arguments, cursing, slut-shaming, rumors (please let me know if i missed something)

A/N: Ok so omg I’ve been working on this for almost a week now because of a slump jsdfhwafinawei and yep I wrote another Draco arranged marriage I’m sorry :’)) + im sleepy so this hasn’t been proofread yet omg sorry

17th of December, 2004 Friday 19:26

“All you had to do was keep your mouth shut, [Y/N]. All you literally had to do was smile and nod.” Draco dumped his coat jacket on the sofa. As his head threatened to burst into confetti, [Y/N] was as still as a lake on a good day as she put her boots neatly in the rack. “Why couldn’t you just cooperate for once?”

They had just gotten home — if they could still call it so — from Draco’s co-worker’s niece’s wedding dinner rehearsal through a Portkey up the hill. She knew full well what got her husband riled up: He had been doing a toast about the groom and mentioned ‘how much I love my wife. . .’ when [Y/N] let out a snort, bringing eyes to the pair. “That was embarrassing, [Y/N]! Have you not any shame? What will they think of me now? They think”— a sharp inhale, and a tight fist — “that I am hurting you. . .physically. They’re starting rumors about me! How could you let them say all those things about me?”

“Draco, not everything is about you. Miss Hudley said something funny and I laughed, that’s all there is.”

“What are you gonna do about this, then?” He said impatiently, standing up and walking over to her. She remained silent, finally rising up to his level, looking him in the eye.

“About what?”

“The rumors!”

“You do know they’re also accusing me of infidelity, right?” She gave him a humorless smile, having been in the same argument over and over and let out a mirthless laugh that looked out of place in the moment. “Apparently, I’m now the Malf-whore. I didn’t realize I was such a big inconvenience to you and your name.”

Draco’s brows shot up to his head, instantly knowing what she was talking about. It was around last week when a friend of his sent an owl regarding rumors involving his very wife, and the name that was given to her.

“It was open and I read it,” [Y/N] said, walking away from Draco to undo her hair as she walked up the stairs. “Oh I’m sorry, was that an invasion of your privacy?”

She turned away to walk up three more steps when Draco spoke again, his voice echoing across their Manor. “My reputation is tarnished. You have no idea what I’ve been through to get where I am today and I will not let someone like you drag me down.”

[Y/N] halted, her bare feet planted stiffly on the rug. “What do you mean by someone like me, dear?” Draco watched as his wife turned back to face him, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. He had never seen her cry but that felt like it was about to change.

All those countless arguments yet she had never shed a tear — this was a first. When he did not respond, she simply smiled the same humorless smile she did not too long ago. “You know what’s funny, Draco? You never wrote back to the person who sent that letter. You never tried to defend me or deny those accusations against me.” Her voice was wavering, but she kept her head high. “The question, Draco, is how could you could let them say all those things about me.”

When he remained silent once more, she scoffed, the tears now retracting and painting a red hue in her eyes. “Right, well, congratulations. You win.” And with that, she turned back on her heel and kept walking up the stairs to take a bath and stayed there until Draco had fallen into deep sleep in their bedroom, just like how every argument ended.

[Y/N] let the cold water engulf her body, not bothering to stand up and set it to warm despite being on the brink of becoming a human ice sculpture. It was snowing outside, and it would have been romantic for two people madly in love with each other, which was not the case for her. Her eyes were trained to the ceiling, where candles hung mid-air just like the ones in the Great Hall of Hogwarts did and just like that, she was back in her seat at the Slytherin table, wearing her uniform tidily just like she always did; jaunty hands settled on the table, looking forward to dive into the meal that’ll appear before them once Dumbledore finished his speech. Why was she here again?

She turned around and spotted the boy with platinum blond hair among the crowd of heads. He was sitting in a table across from her, far away yet still visible enough for her to moon over. And, of its own accord, her mouth opened up and her hand shot up high in the air to wave at the boy. “Draco!”

Draco was now looking at her as well, nose scrunched up in an emotion she couldn’t pinpoint. Was it disgust? But she could fee her smile wide as ever. It was like watching herself from afar, not being able to do anything at all but at the same time she was seeing it all through her own eyes.

The boy gave her a tight-lipped smile, but it looked more like a grimace. She knew he wasn’t keen to meeting her as she was, yet the heat rushing to her face remained hot everywhere. Her mouth opened once again, this time to turn to a friend she was no longer in contact with to squeal, “He smiled back! He smiled back!”

No, no, stop it. Stop saying that. But her mouth kept opening to say things she knew she had already said years and years ago. Stop. Make it stop. She begged to whoever would listen again and again to no avail. And as she felt herself talking about the said boy once more, the Great Hall flooded with water. Nobody seemed to notice at all, not even when the cold water reached her ankles. She couldn’t move at all. Her hands reached out to the food in front of her and started eating, shoving the chicken in her mouth, asking her friend to pass her the pie as she wished for her mouth to remain shut as the water reached her neck.

She was trapped in this distant memory she longed to forget. Even as the water entered her lungs, her mouth kept opening to talk, and nobody seemed to notice the water rising higher and higher. . .

The water splashed all over the bathroom as she found herself gripping the oak rim of the tub, nails digging into the ceramic plating as her chest heaved panicked and unsteady breaths, trying to bring in air and let out water at the same time. She coughed a while after that, fingers crinkled much more now. How long had she been submerged in there? She coughed again.

[Y/N] stood from the tub, legs shaking from the numbingly cold water. Through the curtains of the bathroom window, she could see no hint of any star or moon at all save for the lighter hues of the clouds. As she patted herself dry, she blew her nose with a tissue. Of course, she was bound to get a cold after such a horrific activity.

She knew her twelve year old self would have thought this moment could be romantic with a husband who’d worry for you, prepare you hot chocolate, and cuddle with you in front of the fireplace. But now, as she continued on patting her freezing body dry, she decided she was better off alone.

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18th of December, 2004 Saturday 15:18

All eyes were on the bride and her father as she walked down the aisle. In [Y/N]’s opinion, she did not at all look like a bride what with such a simple dress and a fingertip veil. She took pride in this, considering that the gown she wore was every bit fancier, as well as her neck which was adorned in lovely jewels.

But as the pair in front of her finally halted, the father handing her over to the groom, [Y/N] felt the emptiness in her stomach crumble, feeling more deserted than it did. She couldn’t help but feel envy for this nineteen year old girl. Wizards and witches married young, as did [Y/N] and Draco at twenty-two just two years ago.

As the father left his daughter to the groom, all [Y/N] could think about was the fact that she may have had the jewels and the loveliest dress, but she did not have a father who let her hand rest in the safety of his arm, nor a husband who looked at her as if she were the brightest thing in the world.

Just like the guests who were wiping off the tears on their face with an elegant handkerchief, [Y/N] wiped her own as well. The only difference was that they were weeping for how far this couple has come while [Y/N] weeped for all the things she knew she could never have.

She felt her husband’s eyes burn into her bare shoulders. She was aware he’d been watching her, only that she did not know why. He must think I am weak, she thought. Let him think so, for it will end soon for the both of us.

The sun had already set when they made it to the wedding reception. As the guests seated themselves in their assigned seats, [Y/N] refused to meet her husband’s eyes, avoiding it at every way she could. It wasn’t silent, but it wasn’t noisy either. Guests seemed to be pleased with the day’s events, [Y/N] could tell from the constant chatter and chairs being moved around.

Silence fell over them when the bride walked in arm in arm with the groom. They looked happy with their stupid pathetic little smiles and the dumb hearty look they gave each other.

“I wanted to be a bride. . .” She muttered absentmindedly under her breath.

“What?” Draco had now leaned closer to her, and she could just smell the familiar scent of his perfume on his collar. “D’you need anything?”

Yes, Draco. I need to feel like I’m loved or at least worthy of it. I need to know I’m not just a blob of flesh walking around this land with a certificate of marriage letting me know I have a purpose at all. “No, it’s nothing.”

That was the only time they spoke that day, and she didn’t really mind. When they got home, no one said a word either. Again, she did not mind. Draco was the first to walk up the stairs this time, and she watched as he disappeared at the second floor. She then went to her study room and pulled out a parchment and started writing with her quill.

She spent an hour writing a letter back to back only to decide what she was about to do and what she wrote wasn’t worth it when she read the entire thing. She had written it for Draco, a final goodbye. She had included the worries she had been feeling during the wedding they attended, how she wanted to just be alone, and everything else in between. She did not bother to write anything long again, so she simply crumpled the paper and threw it on the floor and ripped a page out of her notebook instead of pulling out a new parchment paper and started writing with a pen instead of her quill. She scrawled a simple note, as she wanted to leave as fast as she can.

I will be gone. Take care of yourself.

She left this note neatly on her study’s desk and put on a sweater and a coat, a backpack slung over one shoulder when the her coat caught on the empty cup she had been sipping tea from on her desk, the cup shattering into pieces on the tiled floor. Rolling her eyes, she pulled out the box of her wand from the shelf, muttered an incantation and waved her hand to repair the broken thing.

With one glance at the clock in the center of the room — twelve in the morning, it said — she put her wand back into the box, and left.

•———

19th of December, 2004 Sunday 03:49

Draco woke up to a twig tapping his window. He checked his watch to find that it was almost four in the morning, to which he groaned and simply turned the other side. When he wiped the gound off his eyes, he noticed he was all alone in the bed. Refusing to admit he cared, he told himself he was standing up to wash his face. Yep, just to wash his face. With this in mind, he was still planning to take the longest route.

When he made it to her study room, the first thing he noticed was the open wand box, and the very object that lay in its cushion then the crumpled paper on the floor the next.

As he walked toward the desk to pick up the wand box, he also took notice of the white porcelain cup that threatened to topple over the edge, so he pushed it to the center. He remembered being half asleep when heard a loud shattering sound somewhere in the distance earlier that night.

He didn’t bother to close the wand box at all. Instead, he crouched down to pick up the crumpled paper and started reading intently. What is this? His grip on the piece of fine parchment tightened, which would not do for he wanted to keep reading.

Sure, there were many things in the letter that made him feel like he was being hexed with every single curse possible but there was that one line that hurt him the most. He told himself he would not read it again yet his eyes would drift up to it over and over he had to fold it shut.

Let them dirty my name, because I know how much you love yours.

Let. Dirty. Name. Love. Yours.

Love was never tossed around in this household, not even when they step out into the sun. He hated that the first time it was mentioned it was in the most horrible circumstance to date.

He was just. . . angry. No, sad? He wanted to break something. Maybe arrange every book in every bookshelf. . .

But then again, there was so much to feel and so little time to express it all at the same time.

Had she left for good? Just when he was about to leave the study, the cheap sheet of paper under a Muggle pen caught his eye. Draco hesitantly flipped it over.

I will be gone. Take care of yourself.

“Is that— Is that it? You planned on leaving me with eight words instead of a letter like a normal person would?” He spat to the air, ripping the note with every pent up anger he had.

With his head threatening to burst, he took deep breaths in an attempt to keep himself calm enough to walk out of the study and grab the bottle of Floo powder off the living room’s fireplace mantel without shaking. But he had to check something first, so he ran as fast as he could to check if there was at least one broomstick missing. Surely she wouldn’t have left without anything to help her out there? To his dismay, the broomsticks remained untouched.

He then went to her closet, only to find it the same way she had left it when they dressed up for the wedding. He went back to her study to spot the back-up wallet she used whenever trying to blend in with Muggles and purchasing products in Muggle shops. He thought she would have at least bought that but no, she did not.

What would he tell his friend? He threw in a pinch of powder and yelled out the name of his co-worker’s manor and stepped in.

I need your help? Sorry for not sending an owl upfront, but I really need your help? She’s been gone for about four hours now and it’s freezing outside and please just help me out?

But as soon as he came out of the other side of the fireplace, the man before him had a panicked expression on his face. The man opened his mouth to speak, but Draco cut him off first. “Look, I need— Please. She broke a cup at midnight—”

“Merlin, where are your shoes?” The man said. His face was emptied of the surprise but his shoulders stayed stiff, his eyes darting from left to right as if waiting for something. “It’s three in the morning, Malfoy.”

“Is that smoke coming from — ?”

“Don’t mind it!” Danny cried. “It’s just the —”

“Okay, no, no, wait, listen to me. She’s been missing. I think she did something and it’s cold outside! She didn’t use a broom, she’s bad at Apparating and always avoids it, she didn’t bring any cash for Muggle transport. . . She could be anywhere! She – she left, alright?”

“Oh,” the man sighed. He sat down on the couch, pouring wine on one glass. “Well, isn’t that what you wanted?”

“What?” said Draco, more out of disbelief than curiosity. It was Draco who stiffened this time, not wanting to hear what was next.

“You kept talking about how much you didn’t like your life, kiddo. ‘I can’t even catch up on my reading,’ ‘Can’t stay up, gotta work,’ ‘Things are hard’ and all that crap. See? Life will be a breeze now that that Malf-whore’s gone.”

Before Draco could even snap at the older man, a familiar woman in a tight, black silk dress entered, cigarette in hand. “Danny Boy, it’s deadly cold but d’you like my — ?”

This woman was not his co-worker’s wife. He knew because they had attended the wedding as well. “What’s this? Isn’t your wife out for work matters?”

“Malfoy, it’s not like that.” But it was definitely like that. Draco’s eyes fell to the two wine glasses on the table: one was filled while the other wasn’t. Two wine glasses before the sun rises in front of a fireplace. It’s definitely like that.

“The nerve you got.”

“Come on now, Malfoy,” Danny taunted, looking down at the younger man before him. “You’re only twenty-four, you should be having fun! Now, Clarette here’s got a bunch of friends I can hook you up wi—”

“No!” Draco snapped. “And don’t ever talk about her like that again, you ignorant twat. Don’t you even dare to try and tell me what I should do!” As adrenaline coursed through his body, he finally recognized the woman as Clarette Delligins from another department.

“Merlin, Draco. You’re a kid. I don’t expect you to understand.” He let out a laugh, as though this was amusing. “If you’re unhappy with your marriage, you should do something about it.”

“Oh, I will. Just not like this! You know, you should be ashamed of yourself, Danny. You have a child! She’s at Hogwarts this holiday but you should have at least thought about her. And you!” He turned to Clarette. “You know he’s married. I just — !”

He took in a sharp inhale and kept his mouth shut for five seconds. Nobody spoke, and so he started once again. “You better come clean to your wife.” Draco turned back to the fireplace to sprinkle Floo powder when Danny spoke.

“Oh, so you’re the perfect husband now, aren’t you?” He jeered. “Draco Lucius Malfoy’s husband of the year, isn’t he?”

And in swift strides, Draco was face to face with Danny and he found his fist swinging and hitting the older man square in the jaw. Clarette whimpered in the background as Danny rubbed his jaw tenderly.

“After what I saw, I’ll try.” With that, he grabbed the bottle of wine and let it drop on the floor, spilling all over not only wine but also sharp shards of glass. Clarette flinched.

It looked a lot like a bloody crime scene, but he didn’t have the time worry about what will happen to Danny and Clarette, and so he went back home through the fireplace.

•———

18th of September, 2002 Wednesday 13:00

A Muggle hotel with prime services and a lovely bedroom. This what what she always wanted, and this is everything he hated. He just wanted to be back home and rest after the (party) wedding yet here he was. His new wife didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she seemed to be thrilled to be in this situation. She had turned on the television.

“I paid for ‘My Girl.’ I’ve always loved it! I watched it at a friend’s TV when I got home after my first year at Hogwarts. There’s this part in the movie where Thomas J. and Vada go to a lake. I like lakes. There’s this place I always went to when I needed a break! Heck, I wouldn’t mind dying there. It’s so peaceful and so calm and it’s just. . .everything, you know?”

God was she talkative. “No, I don’t know.” He muttered under his breath. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be checking out the. . .features this hotel has.”

•———

19th of December, 2004 Sunday 04:31

Draco was running now. He knew where she was. She’d shown him a picture of the place from when she first visited it and told him an entire story surrounding the lake. Now that he thought of it, she did use to talk a lot. Especially when announcement of their betrothal when they turned eighteen broke out.

He couldn’t Apparate right now.

But he kept running, his steps leaving sunken footprints on the snow. Please be okay. I promise I’ll watch My Girl with you.

And as he reached the bend, the glint of the frozen lake’s distorted reflection of the moon caught his eye. As he reached the lake’s dock, he spotted a familiar pair of ice skating shoes lying abandoned on the frosted wooden dock. Not too far away was a thawed and cracked spot, revealing the lake’s water.

He dropped to his knees, pressing the shoes against his chest as he cried away. “I’m so sorry.” Tears painted his cheeks, and he could already taste it even when he kept his lips shut. He was still cradling the shoes like a baby, hating himself more and more.

“Draco?”

He dropped the shoes in surprise. The source of the voice sounded too much like her. “[Y/N]? Is that you?” He said as he stood up, legs shaking. “Are you a ghost?”

Very much against his better judgment, Draco ran to the girl with a thin sweater and coat, hesitantly poking her shoulder.

“What?”

“I thought— The letter! I thought you ran away but decided to. . . Do something worse instead.”

“Oh, you weren’t supposed to see the letter. I decided not to go.”

“But you told me to take care of myself!”

“Yeah, for like, a while.” How could she sound so calm? Her cheeks were tinged pink from the cold, lips chapped and cracked.

“Well, you should’ve included that!” He shrieked, eyes wide with every emotion: happy to see her alive, angry that she left, sad that she had such thoughts, worried that she might do it again, and just. . .it was everything all at once. “I wouldn’t have loved to hold a funeral.” He pulled her into his arms, smelling her hair for the first time.

“Why’re you suddenly all over me?” She teased, patting his back. “I’m sorry, okay? I just needed to be alone and away for a short time. I was tired.”

“Me too, [Y/N]. But you should have told me.” He took a step back and ran a hand down his face.

“Are those bruises on your knuckles?” She asked, but did not reach out to him. “That’s not what the instructions said.”

“Instructions?”

“Yeah, I told you to take care of yourself, didn’t I?” [Y/N] took a step closer to Draco and wiped the tears off his face. Her hands were warm but she looked as if she were shivering more than ever. Up close, he could see something wet under her nose.

“You’ve caught a cold.” He pressed the back of his palm against her cheek.

“Haven’t we all?”

“Listen, let’s go home, yeah?”

She seemed to debate against this for a while, but eventually made up her mind. “Yeah.”

And as they walked home, they kept their distance from each other. After all, they had nothing to talk about. But halfway through, Draco decided to initiate the icebreaker.

“[Y/N]?”

“Yes?” replied [Y/N] expectantly.

“Do you still want to watch My Girl together?”

“Oh, uh, sure I guess.” Blushing, she found herself glad she had her back to him. It was like first year all over again.

“Good, because I’m booking a hotel specifically for that.”

With that, she let him make her laugh. A while later, the two started making conversation. It was the most they’ve spoken together so far.

No, they still did not look like husband and wife nor did they appear to be madly in love. Not yet, at least. But the fact that they’ve agreed on calling their house ‘home’ was good progress enough. Maybe their story was simply just a love story in reverse, the falling in love bit yet to come.

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Note: odjfjdks one scene in this is inspired by teotfw :))

[iconicbuck]

FOMO is the classic 9-1-1 episode, I must say. The emergencies were amazing and no boring build ups. Hen and Karen OMG I missed them together. Now, I demand for more. Karen's smart and so witty and them playing detectives had me giggling.

Maddie and Chimney and The Buckley-Han family. They're so wholesome I can't. I just don't understand why they haven't talked about getting back together and try again. It's too obvious that they're still very much in love with each other and their little family. Stop wasting time, Madney! Life's too short.

Eddie and May's blossoming friendship is okay. I just feel like, it could've been better if it's May's age Albert.

Lucy. I can see that she's trying to fit in and if they continue to do that for her character, I might fall in love with her just like how I love all the characters regardless of their flaws.

And last but not the least, Buck! Buck is at his himboest adorable self in this episode. He oozes so much brightness and positivity on screen it's unbelievable how Oliver does it as if it's easy to play his character. His conversation with Maddie melts my heart. I love that he acknowledged that Maddie was the one who raised him, not their parents. It's beautiful how the writers are writing their relationship. They're both flawed and yet they both know how or when to say the right words when the other needed it to hear for anchor. The little Buck and Lucy flirting was cute but I find it unnecessary.

Overall, FOMO is their best episode so far (to me) when it comes to emergencies and its content. The mother and her three daughters really had me crying so hard and the song. OMG the song you are my sunshine - not so long ago, I thought of that song playing in the background while Christopher was laying in the hospital with Buck and Eddie at his bedside holding both of his hands. I'm a big fan of P!nk and hearing her song What about us playing at the end while Hen and Karen are dancing is just icing on the cake. 8/10.

PS : I know some of you have mentioned the wedding call that kind of like mirrors Eddie's panic attacks of the thought of Ana as his wife. It's funny how the writers aren't so subtle about it. The groom was first standing in a huge mirror parallel to Eddie standing in a huge mirror when he fit his suite for Ana's sister's baby christening. Then when the groom finally face to face with his soon-to-be wife, he collapsed parallel to Eddie hearing the sales clerk thinking Ana's his wife or she's Chris' mom and then he collapsed - Panic attack!

When Hen and Karen was in their bedroom, they were watching a wedding scene from the said reality show. Karen kept on saying about their incompatibility and saying out loud they won't last until they show the scene where the bride slams the flower to his groom - an indication that they're not match for each other or worse, they don't like/love each other leaving the groom alone embarrassed or wondering before Hen cuts it off. I mean, there's no need to show the wedding scene disaster while Hen and Karen are watching while talking but they did. And I only think of one particular couple why they had to show that scene. An exact parallel to the first wedding scene that parallels to Eddie and Ana.

Hmm. Interesting!

[bunny-rambles]

i need to stop thinking about cuddling scara bc i could write hours and hours of paragraphs and like ;; yeah ;; also need to stop about him returning your kisses bc i bet that stupidly phisically perfect man has just the softest lips sigh

also yes! cosplaying my boy was so much fun! unlike him i would totally let you hug me all you want tho lol but i don't think you could give many headpats to my xiao friend bc she's super super tall lol

and yes! lots of fotografie! this last few days my friends and i decided today would have been my wedding day (long story) so we threw like, three bachelor parties and we took pics like we were trying to make a wedding album. it was oh so much fun especially for my friends who we hadn't let in in the joke and who were just confused lol

[also your daily word is mostra, which means exhibition (of like, paintings), bc i went to one today. not to confuse with mostro, which means monster lol]

aaaa i've shoved itto's artifacts on albedo and so far he truly hasn't disappointed. i still need to farm the husk domain bc, well, my itto needs some artifacts back, and i'd love to go with you! the only thing is, for some reason i can't find you anymore in my friend list ;;;; i was trying to look for you a few days ago but i couldn't find you anywhere, i don't know what happened but ;; yeah

also! catzuha headcanons coming in! i feel like kazuha would be the type of cat to purr shamelessly. you touch his ears? he'll lean into your head and lets you cuddle him all you want. aside from that, though, i think he's pretty quiet. doesn't scratch your sofa, doesn't break havoc, will just follow you quietly and maybe bother you only if he's really hungry. also i think he'd like if you helped him brush his hair!! one of my friends cat absolutely melts when you brush her, idk why i feel like he'd love that too. also, i feel like kazuha Is a great mood picker and would just kinda be a good listener. if he feels you're sad he'll just cuddle close to you and let you vent while you stroke his fluffy ears, or maybe will act like he wants more attentions to take your head off things. fantastic companion 120% would recommend.

lots of love bunny!! no matter what goes on with your life, hopefully i'll be able to cheer you on

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Dearest I’m so, so sorry for leaving things this late;;;

I am incredibly stressed nowadays and you don’t seem to be online on genshin when I am, and if you are the messages don’t even show up OTL

omg you’d let me hug you as scara? (,: you’re getting the biggest hug of a lifetime !! It’s okay, I’ll stand on a step ladder if they’re comfortable with it lmfao

That sounds like so much fun and I’m so glad you had a nice day, you’d make a vvv pretty bride/groom (whichever you’d prefer)

monstra - sounds like a place that would be a perfect date for albedo to take you to mm hm

I’ve already explained the reason so I’ll skip over this for now (and bc I also helped you grind that domain too hehe)

Oh absolutely he’s the type to shamelessly purr, he’s the type to nudge your phone out of your hand with his head to get you to cuddle him. He just stares at you, purring loudly with a teasing smile on his face. He completely melts when you touch his ears, head flopping down on your shoulder or chest depending on where he is. And absolutely he’s a good mood picker, he’s a very nice cat boy to have around. He most likely cleans while you’re out and cooks dinner for you, instead of you pampering him sometimes it’s the other way around. But then there are other times where he needs your cuddles and won’t stop pestering you until he gets them - and that’s usually when you’re upset or sick. He just wants you to feel better <33

ti voglio bene berry, I’ve missed you dearly and I’ll answer your other ask soon <33