#engagement ring selfie poses

[shivshambudiamond]

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[simwithshan]

Just Engaged Solo Selfie Overrides (Public 8/25/24)

Hi Loves,

I have new overrides for you. These are meant to be for sims that are just engaged! Show off your ring!

Whats Included

A total of 3 Selfie Overrides.

3 In Goofy Category

 Orginial vs Optional  - These poses come with the orginial version above. It is up to you, to either show off your ring solo with a POV (point of view) shot or you can put anything you want behind it. Your wedding dress, spouse, family or even your honeymoon vacation. Its universal!

Download

[6okuto]

WEDDING MOMENTS

gn!reader | kuroo, bokuto, akaashi, hinata, atsumu, osamu, ushijima

hello everyone i'm back 🫶 these are more reception moments than wedding but y'know. give me a break man...

KUROO leans in and whispers in your ear as you dance, “is it bad i want to go home and just lie in bed with you now?” “why are you whispering as if someone can hear you?” you snicker back. tetsurou shoots you a cheeky smile. “so it looks like i’m saying something romantic.” you hit his shoulder, and he only laughs before pulling you into a tight hug. you wait for him to let go before replying. “idiot. but no, it isn’t. my back and feet hurt.” he hums, and you can feel his fingers tapping your back. “do you think it’s possible for newly weds to sneak out of their own wedding reception?”

BOKUTO is walking down the aisle again as everyone disperses to talk or get ready for the reception. you walk up to him, curiosity piqued as he bends down. “what are you doing?” “huh?” he drops a few petals that he was clutching. “crap—hi, baby. i’m just, uh, picking up some of the flowers to take with us. i saw someone do it online, and i thought we could press them or put them somewhere,” he explains softly, as if a little embarrassed. your heart flutters at the thought, and you smile before reaching down yourself. “we better get some flowers, then. and a ziploc bag or something.”

AKAASHI relaxes and rests his head against yours while you watch your guests mingling and dancing. you reach for his hand and intertwine fingers. “you okay?” he nods in response and presses a chaste kiss to your jaw. “yeah, i can finally calm down and not worry about something terrible happening.” “mm, something terrible could still happen.” “love of my life, can you please give your husband a break?” keiji blows air against your skin, eliciting a laugh from you. his tone is light, and you can feel him smiling even while you apologize.

HINATA takes one of the polaroid cameras that you got for the guests. you watch as he poses and takes a picture of himself before handing it to you. “do you want me to take a selfie?” he nods with a grin. “yeah! and also sign it so i can put it in my wallet, or maybe the back of my phone?” his sentence ends as a question to himself. you get your phone so you can check your appearance before mimicking your now husband’s pose. “sho, i swear if mine is bad i want a redo,” you say. he sputters as he looks at his forming photo. “well that’s good because i definitely screwed mine up. i’m like half in the frame.”

ATSUMU’s knee bounces as the video of your relationship the both of you got done nears its end. you shoot him a look, but he doesn’t seem to notice, gaze fixed on the scene. that’s when you hear a familiar voice, but unfamiliar clip start to play. “it’s, fuck, what day is it? november 13, and i’m pretty sure i need t’look for an engagement ring,” your now husband says into the camera. you gape, shock evident across your face. atsumu’s voice is soft as he says your name. “i love you, really. and if you’re seeing this then i didn’t fuck this up, and you decided to marry me, and i’m probably ‘bout to have a heart attack,” he nervously laughs. you turn to atsumu next to you, whose face is flushed red. “don’t look at me, the video isn’t done yet.”

OSAMU keeps holding your hand, and if he isn’t holding it he’s probably thinking of doing so. you don’t mind, finding comfort in the way he rubs the back of it. you’re sitting together when he silently reaches for it again. “i’m pretty sure you’ve held my hand more today than this entire week.” osamu rolls his eyes but smiles. you stare as he gently takes hold of your ring and fidgets with it. “sorry, can’t stop thinkin’ about how we’re actually married now.” you stare at each other, and he rests his chin in his palm. with his other hand, he brings yours up to press gentle kisses against the ring and your skin. “just another excuse to stay close t’you.”

USHIJIMA looks over when you poke his shoulder, and quickly realizes you’re trying to feed him some cake. “say ahh,” you sing song. it’s a half-joke, and you don’t fully expect him to accept, but he leans forward and opens his mouth, hand underneath the fork to catch any crumbs. despite his serious expression and stature, you can't help but think he looks cute. “i know we picked this flavour, but does it taste good?” you ask. wakatoshi nods. “it was a good choice.” he gets a forkful for who you assume is himself. but instead he lifts it toward you. “do you want to try now?”

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[inspiringimarah]

DISCLAIMER: Check if the mods are compatible if you’ve updated to the recent patch!

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overrides

Refreshed Main Menu 

Urban Erotica (functional books)

No Tune After Loading

Nap Replacement Mod

Restaurant Default Menu

MyxDoll Fenty Beauty Override 

HighSchool Years Textbook Override

Toothbrush override by dsco

Paintbrush Override

The Ultimate Default Underwear Collection by vixonspixels

Paired Selfie (in game photo overrides)

iPhone 12 Override OR H&B Smartphone Override (ONLY CHOOSE ONE)

UNO Card Replacement

 Photo replacements (in game)

Pink Build Buy UI 

Black Sitcom TV Overrides 

San Sequoia Bridge Override

Realistic TV Mod (Reality TV)

Realistic Phone Icons (multiple available on CoCo Games patreon)

Phone Wallpaper Kit OR Phone Wallpaper Override (only pick one)

Control Any Sim

San Myshuno Billboards

PC Game Overrides 

CocoGames Video Game Bundle

Starbucks on Campus

My Wedding Stories Engagement Ring Recolours 

Stand Still in CAS Poses

Hidden Highlight 

Functional Airpods

Hello Kitty Infant Seat

The Missing Plumbob

No zzz (when sim is sleeping)

Towel After Shower

Functional PS5

Black Art Painting Mod

The Sims 2 Font or Life is Strange Font (only pick one)

Gallery Poses (female)

Gallery Poses (male)

Gallery Poses (couple or duo) 

Take Off Shoes With Animation

Stop Random Accessories on Townies

Parenthood Recolour - link is at the bottom of the thread

lighting

check my updated lighting mod list here

cas & loading screen

CAS background

Loading Screen Plumbob Replacement  OR by pinkishwrld

Minimalist CC Wrench Override

More CAS Columns (I use 5)

Map Replacements Overhaul

I alternate my CAS backgrounds so see below for my fave creators:

- MeekGames

- LadySimmer

- SlimmazSimz

- Essemelle 

- BougieChloe

- SierraTheSimmer

- Xurelia

- DonavinGames

- NeriSims

food

Somik & Severinka (I use the Realistic Cooking Mod & all others they have)

ONI Custom Food

QMBIBI Stirring the Pot

QMBIBI Thee Kitchen Tablet

Functional Breakfast Cereals

Airfryer

Waffle Maker

Pressure Cooker

gameplay

misc

Computer Side Gigs

Kuttoe Mini Mods: Small Additions

Bed Cuddle

Carry & Kiss

Longer Parties & More Guests

Functional Magazines

Better Social Media Sponsorships

Higher Lifestyle Brand Payouts 

QMBIBI Skincare Mod

QMBIBI Express Delivery

QMBIBI BabyCare Overhaul

Online Skills 

It’s Movie Time 

BabyCare Mod

Basemental Drugs

Basemental Gangs

Celebrate Adoption

Sip & Paint Event

Luxury Real Estate Career

Recipe Notebook

Sulani Events Calendar and Flyer

Functional Personal Care Products

Go For A Jog... Together

Morning Routine

Everyone Can Sleep Together

Spa Day Face Masks From Mirrors

Pole Dance Mod

Online Apprenticeships 

Turn the TV on

Ask For Money 

UI Cheats

MC Command Center

Self Manicure & Pedicure

Make Functional Perfumes

Shear Brilliance - Active Hairstylist Career

Cute Romance

LOT 51

- Ring Doorbell 

- Dust Buster 

- Plumbros (heating, plumbing & cooling)

- Alarm Clock 

- Simlink (wifi)

High School Years

Fashion Authority   KimbaSprite has a tutorial on this mod here

More Classmates

Adeepinigo

I have many mods by this creator, check out their website here

Lumpinou

There is an index on Lumpinou’s Patreon with all the below mods listed, see here

- LGBTQIA+

- Memory Panel Mod 

- Open Love Life

- RPO Collection “Realistic & Pregancy Overhaul”

- Science Baby Tweak

PandaSama Childbirth 

SimRealist 

- Mortem 

- Real Estate

- Private Practice

- Sim National Bank 

- Sim National Bank Bills

- Sim National Bank Financial Center

SimWithShan

- Cyber Teacher Career

- Homebody Prefences

- Housewife Aspiration

pose player mods (for in game photos)

- Andrew Poseplayer 

- Teleport Any Sim 

Go to creators for poses & animations: 

- KatVerse 

- King Black Cinema 

- Frxsk0sims

- helgatisha

- AfroSimtricSims 

- Gawdly Games

- Hardswae

- Maysbat

- TS4 Poses (tumblr blog)

♡

[wethotcrazy]

SYMPATHY IS A KNIFE (v)

pairing: Yuki Tsunoda x Fem! Driver! Reader

word count: 3143

part 5. WE ARE IN SINGAPORE. anyways lets be real Yn probably isn't gonna be taking any P1s just yet but this is like next best thing. this is a long one!!

part i part ii part iii part iv

As Yn and Yuki landed in Singapore, a wave of excitement washed over them. The vibrant city sprawled out beneath them, illuminated with shimmering lights and the promise of adventure. They had arrived a bit early, eager to explore before the chaotic energy of race weekend took over. Yn felt a thrill at the thought of wandering through the bustling streets, tasting the local cuisine, and soaking up the atmosphere without the usual pressures of competition hanging over their heads.

Once they checked into their hotel, they headed out, laughing as they navigated the lively streets of Clarke Quay. The sounds of laughter and music enveloped them, and the smell of delicious food wafted through the air, making Yn’s stomach rumble. They stopped at a food stall, trying everything from satay to spicy noodle dishes. Yuki’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he challenged her to eat a particularly spicy chili, his laughter ringing out as she gasped and grabbed for her drink.

Between bites, they chatted about everything from their plans for the race to their favorite things about being in such a lively city. Yuki’s playful banter lightened the weight that often rested on Yn’s shoulders, reminding her that they were more than just drivers—they were friends navigating the same tumultuous world of Formula 1.

They wandered through the bustling streets, marveling at the towering skyscrapers and neon lights that danced against the backdrop of the night sky. Yn loved how alive everything felt—the rhythmic pulse of the city seemed to mirror her own heart, full of anticipation and joy. Indulging in some local street food—Yuki claiming he would conquer the spiciest dish they could find—they set out to explore the famous Gardens by the Bay. The breathtaking scenery enveloped them as they strolled through the Supertree Grove, the towering tree-like structures glowing in brilliant colors as the sun began to set. The atmosphere felt surreal, and they found themselves lost in the beauty of the moment, their worries fading away as they enjoyed the simplicity of being together.

As the night wore on, they ran into a few fans who were quick to approach them, excited but respectful. The fans were polite, asking for selfies and expressing their support. Yn felt a rush of warmth at their kind words; it was a reminder that people saw her for who she was, not just a driver. Yuki, ever the charmer, engaged with them effortlessly, his natural charisma shining through. They posed for photos, and Yn couldn’t help but notice how comfortable and at ease he was, making sure everyone felt included and appreciated.

Online, the moments they shared throughout the day sparked chatter among fans. Videos and pictures circulated, highlighting their genuine laughter and connection, with many commenters buzzing about how close they seemed.

@F1Lovebirds: “Yn and Yuki are seriously the cutest! I love their energy!”

@GridGoddess: “Anyone else think they’d make a great couple? They just vibe so well!”

@RacingRomantics: “I want what they have. I can’t handle how sweet they are!”

Yn scrolled through the comments later that night, her heart swelling at the support and admiration they were receiving. But she also felt a pang of vulnerability—speculation about their relationship made her wonder how much of their friendship would be perceived through the lens of romance. Part of her enjoyed the attention, but another part wished for the freedom to simply be without the added scrutiny.

“Hey, all good?” Yuki asked as they settled down at a cozy café for a late-night snack, the soft glow of fairy lights overhead creating an intimate atmosphere.

“Just thinking about stuff,” Yn admitted, her voice quiet. “I mean… I love that people are excited about us, but sometimes it feels a little overwhelming, you know?”

Yuki leaned back in his chair, considering her words. “I get it. But we’re just having fun. What they think doesn’t change that. They could say whatever they want.”

His words brought a smile to her face. “Yeah, it’s just nice to have this time together, just us.”

They spent the rest of the evening sharing stories, laughter spilling between them like the vibrant city lights outside. Yn realized that moments like these were invaluable—a reminder of why they were both in this sport, why they fought through the pressures, the scrutiny, and the expectations. It wasn’t just about racing; it was about the connections they forged, the support they offered one another, and the joy they found in every shared experience.

As they wrapped up their evening and strolled back toward their hotel, the city humming around them, Yn felt a renewed sense of determination. Here, amidst the wonders of Singapore, she felt freer than she had in a long time. She was carving out her own narrative, one that was as complex and vibrant as the city itself—and Yuki was right there with her, cheering her on every step of the way.

The start of race weekend in Singapore was proving to be more challenging than Yn had anticipated. It was her first time racing on this particular circuit, and the high humidity mixed with the sweltering heat made the already hectic schedule feel even more overwhelming. The relentless sun beat down on her during practice, and she quickly realized just how demanding the conditions would be for both her and the car.

From the moment she stepped into the paddock, it was a whirlwind of activity. Briefings filled with strategy discussions, meetings with her team to go over data from the simulator, media obligations that left little room for downtime—each day blurred into the next. Press conferences were particularly grueling, especially when the questions turned toward her performance as a female driver in a male-dominated sport. While she knew the media was just doing their job, the scrutiny felt like a weight pressing down on her shoulders, a reminder that every misstep would be amplified.

During practice sessions, Yn had been determined to find her rhythm on the track, but she couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that simmered beneath the surface. Each lap was a test of her skill and focus, yet the oppressive heat and humidity started to wear on her. She found herself snapping at her engineers during discussions over telemetry data, the frustration bubbling up unexpectedly. “Can we please just focus on what I need instead of going over every single detail?” she’d said sharply during one debrief, immediately regretting the edge in her tone.

Yuki, who had been observing her during the practices, approached her after one particularly intense session. “Hey, you okay?” he asked, his voice gentle yet concerned. “You seem a bit on edge.”

Yn took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “I’m fine, just... it’s a lot, you know? New circuit, media obligations, and this heat. It’s just getting to me.” She brushed her hair back, the damp strands sticking to her forehead, the sweat making her feel sticky and uncomfortable.

Yuki nodded, understanding. “It’s a tough weekend for everyone, but I think you’re doing great. Just remember to breathe. You’ve got this.” His words were a soothing balm, and she felt a flicker of gratitude toward him.

Despite her frustrations, Yn was resolute about performing well in qualifying and race day. She pushed the worries aside and channeled her energy into the upcoming sessions. Each time she sat in the car, she felt a surge of adrenaline wash over her, the familiar thrill of racing reminding her why she loved the sport.

As the weekend progressed, she began to adapt to the unique challenges of the circuit, finding her groove with each passing lap. But with each session, the pressure seemed to mount. She kept replaying the conversations in her head, the constant reminders of the expectations placed upon her, not just from her team but from the world watching. The heat felt stifling, but so did the weight of being a female driver in Formula 1, a spotlight on her every move.

On the evening before qualifying, Yn found a moment of respite on the balcony of her hotel room, gazing out at the shimmering skyline of Singapore. The lights from the buildings twinkled like stars against the night sky, a stark contrast to the turmoil in her mind. She took a deep breath, allowing the cool breeze to refresh her spirit, feeling the adrenaline mix with a flicker of hope.

“Hey,” Yuki’s voice broke her reverie as he joined her on the balcony, holding two glasses of water. “Thought you could use this. Plus, I wanted to check in on you before qualifying tomorrow.”

“Thanks,” she said, taking the glass from him. “I really appreciate it.”

Yuki leaned against the railing beside her, both of them taking in the view. “You know, it’s okay to feel stressed. This place is intense, and it’s your first time here. But just remember that you’re capable of handling it. Focus on what you can control.”

She turned to him, the warmth of his presence easing some of her tension. “I know. I... I just don’t want to let anyone down.”

“You won’t. You’ll do great” he encouraged, and the sincerity in his tone lifted a weight from her chest.

As they talked, Yn felt herself relaxing, the pressures of the day melting away. They reminisced about their earlier adventures in the city, laughing at their stupid jokes and how spicy Yuki had dared to go with his food. In that moment, surrounded by the bright lights and his comforting presence, she felt a renewed sense of determination wash over her.

Qualifying day had set the stage, the pressure mounting in the relentless heat of Singapore. Yn and Yuki had pushed themselves to the limits, battling through the oppressive humidity and the fierce competition. The cars had roared to life, and in the sweltering atmosphere, both drivers managed to secure places in Q3—a promising start that filled them with excitement and anticipation for race day.

Race day, however, proved to be even more intense. Yn felt the sweat trickle down her back as she climbed into her car, her mind honed in on the task ahead. The heat weighed heavily on everyone, and it was evident in the aggressive driving style both she and Yuki adopted. They were in it to win, and every radio communication crackled with urgency and determination.

As the lights went out, Yn launched off the grid, heart pounding in rhythm with the roaring engines around her. The initial laps blurred together in a haze of speed and precision. She navigated the twists and turns of the circuit, feeling the g-forces push her into her seat as she fought to maintain her position. Yuki was right there with her, their racing instincts aligned, pushing each other in a way that felt instinctive and electric.

The race unfolded with its share of challenges—overtakes, near misses, and the constant pressure of the cars behind them. Yn found herself in a fierce battle for points, each lap a test of strategy and skill. As the laps counted down, the heat and humidity intensified, leaving the drivers drenched in sweat and fatigue. Yet, she thrived on it, her hunger for success driving her to dig deeper. Yuki, too, was relentless, each maneuver echoing his fierce determination to prove himself on the world stage.

As the final laps approached, the atmosphere was charged with anticipation. Yn could feel her heart racing in time with the countdown, the roar of the crowd a distant background to her single-minded focus. When she crossed the finish line, the realization took a moment to sink in. 

Her engineer’s voice broke through the adrenaline haze, congratulating her with uncontainable excitement. “Yn, you’ve finished P3! Amazing job!”

Overjoyed, Yn barely registered the rest of the world around her as she climbed out of the car. The buzz of the pit lane enveloped her, her team rushing to congratulate her, their faces beaming with pride. She thanked them, her voice shaky with emotion, but her joy turned to elation when she spotted Yuki.

Without thinking, she ran straight into his arms, and he spun them both around, laughter spilling from their lips. “You did it! I’m so proud of you!” he exclaimed, the joy evident in his eyes.

“I can’t believe it! Thank you for being such a great teammate!” Yn replied, her heart soaring as they embraced. This moment, so filled with raw emotion and camaraderie, was quickly captured by the ever-watchful cameras, fans, and reporters.

As they parted, Yuki beamed at her, his energy infectious. Then giving her a final encouraging pat on the back before she headed toward the cool-down room.

Back in the paddock, the atmosphere buzzed with excitement as footage of their spontaneous celebration spread like wildfire on social media. Fans captured the genuine connection between the two drivers, their laughter echoing through the comments sections.

“#YNYuki: The duo we didn’t know we needed!” one fan tweeted, accompanied by clips of their embrace.

“Can we talk about how supportive Yuki is? This is what we love to see!” another comment read, reflecting the admiration fans felt toward their bond.

As Yn prepared for her first podium appearance, she felt a mix of nerves and elation. The cameras were flashing, and the cheers of the crowd were a sweet symphony. She took a moment to collect her thoughts, reminding herself of the long journey that had led her here—the sacrifices, the struggles, the relentless hunger for success that had driven her forward.

When she stepped onto the podium, the weight of the trophy in her hands felt like the culmination of all her hard work. She stood tall, beaming at the crowd, soaking in the moment as the British national anthem played. Yuki stood in the crowd, his pride radiating, and as the winners lifted their trophies, Yn felt a sense of belonging wash over her.

This was her moment. Not just as a female driver in a male-dominated sport, but as a driver who had proven herself time and time again. The hunger for success had fueled her journey, and with Yuki by her side, she felt ready to face whatever came next. Together, they had carved out a space where they could thrive, and as the crowd cheered, Yn knew this was just the beginning of what they could achieve.

After Yn’s exhilarating P3 finish, the adrenaline from the race still coursed through her veins, but there was little time to bask in the glory. Media obligations awaited, a whirlwind of interviews, press conferences, and flashing cameras that always accompanied a podium finish. As she walked into the media center, her heart raced—not from the pressure of the spotlight, but from the sheer thrill of her achievement.

Surprisingly, the press conferences went smoothly. Journalists were eager to hear from her, and Yn found herself responding with a confidence she hadn’t anticipated. Questions ranged from her race strategy to her thoughts on the heat of Singapore, and each inquiry felt less like an interrogation and more like an opportunity to share her journey.

“Yn, what was going through your mind as you crossed the finish line?” one reporter asked, a genuine smile lighting up her face.

“I honestly couldn’t believe it!” she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling. “I was just focused on giving it my all, and to end up on the podium? It’s a dream come true. I’ve worked so hard for this, and I couldn’t have done it without my amazing team.”

Throughout the press conferences, Yn noticed how the other drivers had rallied around her, offering their congratulations. Max, Lando, and even Charles made a point to praise her performance, their camaraderie palpable. Their kind words felt like validation, a warm reminder that while competition was fierce, the respect among drivers ran deep.

“Great drive out there, Yn!” Lando said, grinning widely as he shook her hand. “You made it look easy!”

“Thanks, Lando! You weren’t too shabby yourself,” she replied, her tone playful.

Afterward, she took a moment to step aside, pulling out her phone to call her parents. As it rang, she felt a wave of excitement wash over her. They had supported her from the very beginning, believing in her even when the world sometimes didn’t.

“Hey, Mom! Dad!” she exclaimed when her mother picked up. “You won’t believe it! I finished P3 in Singapore!”

There was a moment of silence before her mother’s delighted shriek filled the line. “Oh my goodness! Yn, that’s incredible! We are so proud of you!”

Her dad chimed in, “I knew you could do it! You’ve been working so hard, and it’s all paying off!”

The conversation was filled with laughter and tears of joy as Yn recounted the highlights of the race, the adrenaline, and the thrill of standing on the podium. She could picture their proud smiles, imagining her mother jumping up and down in excitement.

After hanging up, a sense of warmth enveloped her. With her family cheering her on from afar, she felt unstoppable. As the media obligations wrapped up, Yn rejoined Yuki and a few of the other drivers for a quiet celebration.

They headed to a local restaurant, the atmosphere buzzing with energy yet providing a cozy escape from the chaos of the race weekend. Yn found herself seated next to Yuki, who was still riding high on the adrenaline of the race.

“You were amazing out there, too,” she told him, raising her glass to toast their achievements. “P5 is no small feat in that heat.”

“Thanks,” Yuki replied, his smile genuine as he clinked his glass against hers. “But honestly, watching you up there on the podium—there’s no one more deserving. You’ve worked so hard, and I’m really proud of you.”

“You too! I couldn’t have asked for a better teammate,” she replied, feeling the bond between them deepen.

As the evening wore on, laughter filled the air. The group shared stories, exchanged playful jabs, and recounted their race strategies. Yn couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so at ease—this was what she had longed for: a chance to celebrate her hard work with friends who understood the pressures of their world.

Social media buzzed with excitement, fans sharing clips and highlights from the day’s events, while hashtags like #YNOnThePodium and #TeamTsunoda trended. There was a sense of unity among the fans, a community that celebrated each driver’s achievements and supported them through the pressures of the sport.

As they settled into the rhythm of the night, Yn realized this was more than just a celebration of her P3 finish; it was a reminder of how far she had come. She had faced doubts and challenges, but with each race, she carved out a place for herself in a world that had often felt overwhelming. In a good way.

[twice-inamillion]

Coming Home To A Surprise

(TIS) 173

After having plentiful rest and getting proposed to in Jeju Island it is finally time to go back. Jihyo mentioned that she wanted to stay a bit longer but understood that it was time to go home. Especially since the Dome Tour was going to begin soon.

You both putting your belongings in the car, locking the door of the house and taking one last picture of you two. You take a selfie together as Jihyo holds her hand out with her ring showing.

You turn on the car and drive away as Jijyo films on her phone towards the airport. Jihyo stares out the windows as she sees the beach and feels the breeze on her face.

Arriving at the airport gate you are escorted to the hanger to catch your private flight back home. Being the only two on the flight Jihyo decides to keep her ring on but is careful to not show it.

The flight is less than an hour long and by the time you both arrive you see Jeongyeon waiting for you at the hanger. Jihyo wants to show everyone her ring but with the group together so she quickly takes it off and puts it back inside the box and into her purse.

On the way back home Jijyo mentioned how much fun she had and for Jeongyeon to try surfing. They talked nonstop as you enjoyed the ride back home.

Arriving at the house Jeongyeon tells both of you that when she left the members and the kids were still sleeping. You insert the key and slowly open the door, trying not to be too loud.

As all three of you make it into the hallway the smile of food fills the kitchen. You see as the members are working efficiently to make breakfast. Some are talking turns by the stove, cutting the fruit at the kitchen island, and some setting up the dining table.

“We’re home” says Jihyo softly. The members turn around and smile. They walk towards you and give you both a welcome hug and kiss.

Nayeon invites everyone to take a seat and have breakfast together. Once everyone is sat down the two maknaes bring the food to the table and help serve.

“How was the trip” say the members in unison. “It was really great. I had a good time” says Jihyo. “She learned how to surf” said Jeongyeon.

“Really unnie? You learned?” asked Chaeyoung. “Yes, i was nervous at first but I learned quickly and it was fun” said Jihyo with a satisfied face.

Everyone begins to eat and keep multiple conversations going. You watch as everyone is having fun and see that the babies are sleeping on the floor mats and Daeun on her portable crib. It’s nice to see everyone together for the last time before the busy schedule.

The members are done and are picking up but they eating some of the cookies and chocolate that Jihyo brought from the trip. “I’m going to my room really quick” as she takes her purse. She’s the. Comes back with a  subtle smile and takes her seat. You notice that as she walked she wore her engagement ring. “Oh boy.”

“You bring us anything else Jihyo?” asks Momo, waiting for more snacks. “Well it’s not snacks but something else” as she poses with her hands supporting her face.

“Wait… unnie is that an engagement ring??” asks Tzuyu. Automatically the members attention shift towards Jihyo’s hand as they admire and want details of what happened.

Jihyo smile grows bigger as she shares the happy news to her members. “Yes, I’m finally engaged now. I’m Oppa’s fiancé.” The girls scream from how happy they are for Jihyo. To have one of their members engage shows how much they have grown.

“When’s the wedding” asks Momo. “That’s a good question Momo” says Mina. “We haven’t talked about it yet but I might be awhile since we are going to be real busy.

“Oppa, you finally grew a pair and asked Jihyo to marry you” yells Sana across the room as you watch the babies sleep. You’re caught of guard and can’t come up with words to respond back.

The members go back and forth asking how you proposed and what happen afterwards, Jihyo gets embarrassed as she mentions that you both had an amazing night that would be a night to definitely remember.

The members squeal like little girls from that they imagine what might of happen. Jihyo’s face is visibly red from embarrassment. It’s funny to see the members have fun with your sex life, there’s no privacy what so ever.

It’s all fun and games but not everyone feels that way. You see that Jeongyeon has a disgusted face as the members talk on how you might of fucked Jihyo. Dahyun’s expression also seems a bit different. You see that she looks detached from the conversation and a bit bothered by it. Dahyun clenches her fist together as she hears them speak. You know that you’re going to need to talk to Dahyun and make sure that she’s okay.

You on the other hand are sitting next to the babies who are fast asleep. You watch as Daeun is sleeping in the side of the mat, surrounded by an island of pillows, preventing the other babies from rolling into her area. Next to her is Hina who is taking her role as Daeun’s big sister seriously.

Jisoo and Ari on the other hand are holding hands as they sleep. It’s nice to see that the two of them are getting along. Even though they are half sisters they act are as close as true sisters can be.

A couple of minutes pass and Daeun is slowly waking up from her nap. She opens one eye at a time and looks around her surroundings. She looks around for her mother but she’s not there. Daeun panics and slowly begins to sob. You pick her up, trying to calm her down before the rest of the kids wake up but it’s too late.

Jisoo is the first one to get woken up by Daeun’s crying. She pops her head up, drool covering the side of her cheek from her napping and rubs her eyes. She slowly stands from the mat and looks at the group of aunties that are talking at the dining table. She smiles as the members wave to her.

“Where’s Jisoo?”says Jihyo who is trying to see if Jisoo can recognize her voice. Jisoo scans the room frankly, trying to see where her mother’s voice is coming from. She walks towards the dining table and looks at the members who are right in front of her. “Where’s my princess” calls Jihyo. Jisoo begins to wave her hands and pace around the until Jihyo pops her head.

Jisoo sees her mother walk towards her and her eyes begin to get watery from excitement from not seeing her mother for these past few days. Jihyo squats down and opens her arms wide, Jisoo runs towards her, “eo…eomma (mama).”

Jihyo face is in shock as she can’t believe what she just heard. “Oh my god… Did Jisoo just talk?” say some of the members. This is the first time Jisoo has said an actual word rather than baby talk. Jisoo wants into Jihyo’s arms and is picked up. Jihyo kisses Jisoo, proud that her daughter has finally spoken on her own volition from missing her mother. “I’m so proud of your Jisoo. You really miss me right? You missed mom?” Jisoo points at Jihyo and again says “eo…eomma” and smiles.

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[yunnathearcher]

Snooze. Snooze. Snooze and snooze again. Take out my nose ring. Soak it in peroxide. Sports bra and panties, open eyed and barefaced. Life feels tedious, also necessary. Like a handful, but a fulfilling one. Finding myself more in the now, moment by moment, day by day. 8 of cups looking at me like okay.. AND? Monday? Hi, yes. Monday.

Soul recognition. Refocusing my energy. Without a need or desire to show out or show off, it feels good to be seen. Can’t put my finger on it. But it’s you. It’s counterintuitive but I trust myself enough to trust the knowing. Still. Free will. Yada, yada. Also, fate too. Blahzay, blahzay. And then clear eyes. Forgive you? Yes, of course. It’s Monday.

Up to 4AM, immersed in this book I’m reading. Teetering in Eagle pose, but standing firm. Time dripping like rain drops on a rose petal. Holy trinity of beverages; water, coffee and a fresh ginger blend. Customer impatient, snotty, rude. Then later.. there goes some respect. After I show forth confidence & a bit of kindness of course. Tuesday? Uhh, yeah Tuesday.

Dry eyes. Naps during lunch break. Naps after work. Presidential debate. Early morning cardio. Gearing up to fast. Reviewing new moon goals, putting in work behind them. Using my words, the truest ones. Honoring my temple. Clearing the channels in preparation for the transition of the seasons. Trusting in the less is more approach. I get to choose. I get to do what I want. Tuesday? Oh yeah, Tuesday.

Early morning. White sports bra, deep red panties. A new playlist. Feeling all my emotions, quickly and with ease. No pressure to move off of any of them. Bliss. But wanting to make sure it’s real. Needing to make sure it’s real. So I’ll make it real. Things coming together, other things falling apart. Good I say. Wednesday? Yep. Wednesday.

Late night reading. Pink LED lights. Thinking of you clouds my thoughts. Not asking. Inflationary. I know. Researching. Gliding & coasting in spirals. Weekend feels close but not close enough. Yes ma’am, yes sir. Enough. Wednesday? FFS, yes just Wednesday.

And when the words don’t come, I don’t force them to. But they come. Eventually. Just like always. Eyes heavy with sleep. Concerns, sure. But what’s concerns to a dream? Considering the dangers of engaging with the collective unconscious. Fascinated that I feel compelled to do so. Considering the rhythm and spasms during an orgasm. Cumming with ease feels so serene. Thursday? Maybe Thursday.

Bulking season on the horizon. A tinge of awkwardness taking selfies, not enough to stop. Late night rides, views giving me life. Thinking to myself.. I’m gonna read the hell out of this book when I get back home. Thinking.. this is what life is about. Pondering and processing over an apple walnut salad. Work finally in the backdrop of my life. Just like I like it, just like I need it. Thursday? Friday Eve? Friday Jr? Girl you know it’s Thursday.

Relax into savasana pose. Indifferent to opinions. Too busy living. Light licking and kissing on my shoulders in between tasks. Slowly approaching a divergent point. Exciting. A little planning. Mostly just vibing. Life.. coming through with an abundance of skills, experience, poise and inner peace. What more could I need? Friday? Yes baby, happy Friday.

Accidental door dash orders. Early evening cat naps. Visualizing a weekend out & about. In the streets, but not for the streets. Very contained, very put up. Emails that I can do without. Responsiveness? Mastered. Initiating convos? Eh, it's taking some practice. Easing into the flow of beginning. Again. Remembering what it feels like to start anew. Again. Friday the 13th looks good on you. Friday? Mmhmm. Friday.

Early morning laundry. Psych reading & folding clothes. I can hear the crickets chirping. A deer darts out into the street. She’s beautiful. Can hear her hooves on the pavement. Serene. My eyes are heavy, my mind awake. Giving my body more sleep. Midday visualizing. Contemplating things. Shouldn’t ain't the same as wouldn’t. It’s my life. I intend to live it how I see fit. Saturday? Yeah, Saturday.

I miss you. How you would make the shrimp and grits. I miss you. How your toes would wrap around each other when we’d lay cuddled up in bed. I miss you. Rubbing your tummy to make the cramps go away. I miss you. Holding your face in my hands, telling you how beautiful you are. I miss you. Listening to you ramble for hours on the phone. Yeah, IMY2. Saturday? Fucking Saturn. Of course it’s Saturday.

And on Sunday She had fun & then She rested.

[belloaverage]

Chatgpt promt redo

i asked this of chat before but never copied it. The answer is definitely different but i cant remember how i worded it.

Creating a successful thirst trap Instagram account involves balancing attention-grabbing content with a sense of authenticity and style. Here's a step-by-step guide:### 1. **Define Your Niche** - **Target Audience**: Know who you want to attract. Are you focusing on fitness enthusiasts, fashion lovers, or general lifestyle followers? The more specific you are, the easier it is to curate content. - **Style**: Decide on the tone of your content—whether it's sultry, playful, or confident. Consistency in style helps build your brand identity.### 2. **High-Quality Visuals** - **Photography**: Invest in good lighting and a decent camera (smartphones are good enough if you know how to use them). Natural light works wonders, but ring lights or softboxes can make a huge difference for indoor shots. - **Angles**: Experiment with different angles to find what flatters you most. The "above" angle is popular for selfies, while side poses tend to highlight certain body features. - **Editing**: Lightly edit your photos for consistency, but avoid excessive filters that can make your images appear fake or overdone. Apps like Lightroom or VSCO can help refine the look.### 3. **Captions and Engagement** - **Captions**: Use clever, seductive, or playful captions. Puns, bold statements, or even thought-provoking lines can go a long way. Something as simple as "Feeling myself today" or "Caught in the moment" can add personality. - **Engagement**: Respond to comments and direct messages to build a loyal following. Also, engage with others by liking and commenting on their posts, especially those in your niche.### 4. **Consistency is Key** - **Post Regularly**: Consistency in posting keeps your audience engaged. Aim for at least 3-4 posts a week, and don’t forget to use Instagram Stories or Reels for more spontaneous content. - **Content Variety**: Mix up photos, videos, and stories. You can post seductive or "thirsty" content but also show more relaxed, authentic moments to maintain a human connection with your audience.### 5. **Hashtags & Location Tags** - **Hashtags**: Research popular hashtags within your niche, but don’t just rely on the most popular ones. Using niche-specific hashtags helps target the right audience. For example, #fitnessbabe, #sultryvibes, or #selflove. - **Location**: Tagging your location in posts or using geo-tagging in your stories can help attract local followers.

[taughtdefense]

it’s way too hot to be training extensively right now, which is why your dad opted to have everyone take a break for the time being. your reusable water bottle is almost empty, & you’re too lazy to drive to a nearby convience store to get a plastic water bottle. despite mr. larusso initially being on board with your mom's idea of trying shochu-geiko, she backtracked seeing that temperature only continue to increase; mr. larusso agreed that it’s way too hot & stuffy to try shochu-geiko, something that both surprised & secretly relieved you. so for now, you're currently laying next to robby underneath the tree at miyagi do, trying to resist the urge to run your hand through robby’s hair. maybe @taughtpain wouldn’t appreciate it, because it’s too hot. you’re mostly trying to conserve your energy.

your spell of tranquility is broken by the increasingly loud chatter of your friends—& some recent ex-cobra kai students turned miyagi-fang.

hawk walks into the dojo from the side gate, & jesus christ, his fucking hair. it’s like an american flag shit all over it. you actually sit up from where your back is resting on the bark of the tree, eyes wide. hawk moves further into the dojo.

yep. okay. it’s a medical fact that hallucinations are a sign of heat stroke. maybe the first sign of yours comes in the form of your best friend having his hair fashioned into an american flag—stars & all.

❝ holy shit, my love, ❞ you blurt out, nudging robby’s shoulder gently to get him to open his eyes. ❝ look. ❞ you urge, then point towards hawk.

the laughter or shocked gasps that spill from your friends’ lips makes you grin. after getting to the middle of miyagi do over by the foot bridge, hawk immediately starts batting away charlie’s hands as the brunet tries to touch his new—absolutely batshit ridiculous—star-spangled hairdo.

❝ woah, that’s certainly a statement. ❞ calla laughs lightly, a huge grin on her lips. ❝ i didn’t think you’d actually do it, eli. ❞ demetri sounds equal parts shocked & amused. ❝ fuck you guys! ❞ hawk squawks. ❝ my hair isn’t that bad. ❞ he defends himself, his hands reaching up to touch the top of his hair.

you almost roll your eyes. yes, it really is that bad. the top of his hair looks so fucking fake.

❝ sorry, but it really is, hawk. ❞ emma seems to read your mind, laughing lightly. he turns to glare at her, which makes icarus immediately narrow his eyes slightly. hawk grunts & wisely looks away. he smacks merrick’s hand away as the younger tries to pose for a selfie—in the middle of chanting USA, USA, USA like a buffoon—his phone clatters loudly right into a bonsai plant, & those two begin bickering loudly. despite the brain-melting heat, you smile, amused.

❝ i’m going to blast the national anthem every time you walk by. ❞ you call over to hawk, laughing lightly. ❝ i’m sure you’d still be able to get a refund at party city! ❞ you quip after a moment, settling back next to robby, placing your hand—the one with your engagement ring—on top of his.

hawk cuts himself off mid-squabble with the youngest brown sibling. ❝ literally fuck you, wilson! ❞ hawk huffs, turning around to glare at you, his arms crossing over his chest. ❝ wilson-keene. ❞ you & your friends chorus automatically, correcting him. you still get a little giddy from being called that—you’d only just changed your name last week. you do plan on making it legal at some point.

❝ i’ll pass. i’m definitely not interested in you like that. ❞ you deadpan. hawk’s face heats up in anger. god, sometimes he wonders how you don’t get sick of your own shit, or where on earth you managed to quip so effectively.

well, that answer is pretty obvious to you, & to your friends who are aware of you in your alternate lives. you had a good teacher on how to be so chaotic: that would be wade.

miguel & tory, who had just walked into the dojo from the other side of the double doors, are holding hands, clad in their gis. they both pause in front of the doors, staring at him with wide eyes, & miguel squeezes sam’s hand. ❝ dude, your hair. ❞ he blurts out with wide eyes. hawk spins around to glare at him. ❝ yes, i know, bro, it’s a shock. bold statement. what-fucking-ever. let’s just move on. ❞

miguel chuckles lightly, leading sam & tory over underneath the tree where you & robby are residing. as she settles underneath the shade, tory kisses robby’s cheek in greeting.

❝ i don’t know how any of us can. ❞ you respond brightly, automatically. tory laughs lightly, automatically looking over at sam to gauge her fiancée’s reaction. fed up with your shit, hawk grunts in annoyance, jambing a thumb towards to the larger, currently unoccupied sparring deck.

❝ if you make one more comment about my hair, ethan, i’m going to kick your ass. we’re going to fight. ❞ he declares. you don’t say anything immediately. you just lean forward to gently kiss robby for a few moments. you clearly want to kiss him more, but you have another matter to attend to right now. of course, you push the proverbial envelop. because you’re you.

you pull away from robby, flashing hawk your best shit-eating grin. ❝ your hair is gonna distract me so much i won’t be able to take you seriously. ❞ you warn him.

hawk huffs, taking a few menacing steps towards you. you don’t react, merely lacing your fingers with robby’s, your other tangling with sam’s unoccupied hand. ❝ that’s it. sam, tory, miguel, robby, i’m going to beat your fiancé into a pulp. ❞ he only sounds half serious. you perk up slightly, while seth & chase, who are standing with the rest of the group, exchange amused looks with one another.

❝ twenty bucks says eth’s going to absolutely destroy him. ❞ seth tosses the bet out there, already pulling out his wallet, mostly for show. it succeeds in annoying hawk a little more. chase nods in agreement, clearly thinking back to your fight with silver. ❝ i’ll take that action. ❞ he chuckles, fist-bumping his brother-figure.

you smirk, leaning over to kiss robby again sweetly, just because you can. you ignore the wolf whistles from chris & luffy, the slight laughter from dami, the cooing from cosette as you continue to kiss robby, the amused, slightly exaggerated eye roll you can sense from theo.

❝ once you two are done locking lips, ❞ hawk calls out, annoyance in his tone, ❝ let’s fucking do this, eth. ❞ you flat-out grin into the kiss with robby, not wanting to pull away until he does, even though you have a certain star-spangled best friend to fight.

[savefilescomng12]

Newly Single Bethenny Frankel Sizzles in White Swimsuit

Bethenny Frankel is wearing single well! On Sunday, June 30, the former Real Housewives of New York City star, 53, showed some skin in a chic summer swimsuit — fresh off of her breakup with her ex fiancé Paul Bernon. “Suit yourself,” she captioned the post.  Bethenny Frankel. Bethenny Frankel/Instagram In Frankel’s Instagram upload, she hashtagged the Hamptons as her location, calling it her “#happyplace.” For the snapshot, the Skinnygirl mogul stood outdoors wearing a white one-piece that featured laser cutouts along her bustline and hip area. The Bravo alum accessorized with a diamond necklace and silver hoop earrings.  She added a variety of bracelets on one wrist, including a gold Van Cleef & Arpels design, and a watch on her other wrist. Frankel wore rings on both hands, while holding onto a straw handbag. Her shoes were a pair of white wedge sandals.   Bethenny Frankel. Bethenny Frankel/Instagram On her Instagram Stories, Frankel shared another photo of herself in the white one-piece — this time posing for an indoor mirror selfie. She also showed off her weekend adventures, which included a boat day.  Frankel’s sizzling summer photos come roughly one month after she and Bernon went their separate ways in May after six years of dating. Us Weekly was the first to report the breakup.   In March 2021, they got engaged after three years of dating. Their split followed the death of Frankel’s mother, Bernadette Birk, at the end of April. She had been suffering from lung cancer, the reality television alum revealed in an Instagram post. Paul Bernon and Bethenny Frankel. Presley Ann/Getty Frankel and the real estate developer and film producer’s romance began in 2018 after the two met on a dating app. "I was pretty lucky when I walked in and saw him," Frankel told PEOPLE two years later when discussing their first date. "He had a twinkle. He came as advertised — better than advertised. He overshot the mark." The PEOPLE Puzzler crossword is here! How quickly can you solve it? Play now! Their May 2024 split isn’t the first time the pair have parted ways.  During an October 2020 appearance on The Ellen Degeneres Show days after a different breakup with Bernon, Frankel said she was "really happy" despite the split. "We've had a great, great relationship," she said. "Not everything has to end badly. Some things just don't continue and it's not negative, it's just life." Bethenny Frankel, January 2024. ANGELA WEISS/AFP via Getty They rekindled in January 2021, and two months later, PEOPLE exclusively confirmed that they were engaged. Before Bernon, Frankel was married to Jason Hoppy.  The former couple got married in a lavish televised wedding in 2010, and welcomed their daughter Bryn shortly after. Their divorce was finalized in 2021.  In an April episode of her Just B Divorced with Bethenny Frankel podcast, the RHONY alum recalled bits of their loveless marriage.  Never miss a story — sign up for PEOPLE's free daily newsletter to stay up-to-date on the best of what PEOPLE has to offer​​, from celebrity news to compelling human interest stories. "We were laying in bed and he used to say to me, ‘You’re like a block of ice' because I did not want to be intimate, I did not want to have sex," Frankel said. "I did not respect him. I did not want to have sex at all," she added. "I used to force myself, gag myself doing it. It was torture." Source link Read the full article

[banditcoyote]

Coyote chuckled "I think they would be hidden before we even got to them honestly." but he nodded "As bad as they were to Gatlin, I don't think anyone in town is bad enough to come after a pregnant woman, and I don't think they'd hurt our kids. I also know that while some of them are real stupid, I don't think they're stupid enough to come after demons. But we have a while before we need to think of anything. And we'll discuss it together when we need to, okay? Come up with a plan that everyone is comfortable with." Coyote stood a little straighter, liking the praise he received for his looks from her, while he didn't always display it he could often lean into his own vanity and even preen like the best of them. When they got up to their walk way they moved to find a good place to take a clear shot, and he took a couple selfies with their faces pressed close together, and even one of him sneaking a kiss to her cheek. Then he pulled away from her to flag down a passerby to take their photo so they could have a full photo of the two of them with the structure behind them. He quickly showed them how to use their phone and then hurried back to Sasuga where he put his arm around her and the two posed smiling side by side for a moment until Coyote stepped back and reached for Sasuga's hand. "You've made me the happiest I've ever been....." and In a slow and somewhat dramatic fashion he dropped to his knee and produced her engagement ring from his pocket. He grinned up at her with a bright smile, devious in some way knowing that he had slipped her ring from her hand without her realizing it, and with a little laughter of delight. "Sasuga....Will you continue to make me the happiest man on this whole earth? Will you marry me?" leaving the again portion out for the sake of the small crowd that had gathered around to witness the proposal.

Blood and Moonlight

Sasuga woke in what was at first an unfamiliar area but as she blinked fully awake she realized it was their closet that Coyote had decorated for them. She smiled and took a careful kiss from her mate who was still sound asleep next to her. It really had been an amazing night with the family and then with her husband. As she slipped from his arms, she took a moment to look at her reflection in the mirror, her fingers dancing over the fresh marks on her neck and hips. She couldn't have asked for anything more from the night and it was with some reluctance that she dressed. She picked out a pair of warm leggings and a short little skirt to pull over them with some knee high boots and a thick sweater. She slipped from the closet and moved to the bathroom to comb her hair and brush her teeth and get ready for the big day ahead. She gave a stretch and headed downstairs only to find a familiar face waiting for her. "Raphael..." she smiled and moved to greet him with a hug. "I see you are still alive." she smirked. "Want some tea? Coffee?"

@banditcoyote

[barongsrus1]

Let’s explore the remarkable Filipiniana-themed of former Beauty Queen Samantha Bernardo and her groom Scott Moore. Beauty Queen-turned host Samantha Bernardo just recently posted pictures of their prenuptial shoot on her Instagram that took place in the Ruins, in Bacolod City. The lovely couple tied the knot and went with a Filipino-themed prenup shoot.

Miss Grand International 2020 1st Runner-up, Samantha Bernardo chose the Ruins which features a quaint architecture encompassed by vast greenery. On top of that, the couple also looks dashing with their traditional Filipino clothes. Scott Moore, her groom, is clad with the famous Barong Tagalog which absolutely complimented Samantha’s Filipiniana dress.

Our lovely couple, Scott and Samantha as they happily smiled in front of the camera while clad in their respective elegant traditional Filipino attires. Image source

It’s unclear when their romance began but pictures of their private relationship started circulating online in December 2020. However, last February 20, Samantha posted an announcement about her engagement as she posted a selfie of herself wearing an engagement ring. The Beauty Queen finally said “I Do” and is ready to face a new chapter in life as Mrs. Moore.

The Filipiniana-themed prenuptial shoot symbolizes their true love that continues to blossom in the country. Scott, on other hand, is definitely proud to embrace the heritage and cultural roots of his wife. Nothing feels better than a partner who’s definitely game to delve more about your culture, and his attire says a lot about it.

The gorgeous bride is posing in front of a dramatic fountain behind. Image source

Negros-based photo studio, Dagway Photos, made sure every glance was worthwhile. The shots were skillfully taken in every angle, making the couple look glamorous than ever. With the Ruins being a top attraction, the setting certainly complimented the photography well. As a result, the photos exude a dramatic ambiance that made love even more apparent.

Scott Moore, the groom, wearing traditional clothing Barong Tagalog. Image source

Furthermore, the traditional Filipino outfits worn by the couple also promotes the deeper cultural roots of the country. Nowadays, we can see numerous locals wearing Filipiniana wedding dresses with the goal of celebrating ceremonies in a distinct concept. Wearing these outfits provide a unique experience of being closer to your homeland. Moreover, some people also add more details to make the events more traditional.

Based on Samantha’s post on Instagram, the gown comes from the one and only Leonard Geraldes, who’s known to be “mangleycouture” on Instagram. We can see the pretty details of the gown that showcases an old-fashion design with a modern twist. Also, the embroidery is top-notch and possesses a unique character.

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[izvmimi]

cw: brief nsfw. minors dni. cheating reader, complicated relationship dynamics, a part 2 to nova’s ( @raichijingos ) fic calling twice.

Izuku watches you carefully as you finish up your conversation with Katsuki, and once you hang up the phone, a sweet, complacent smile on your face, he crosses his arms over his chest loosely, a bit of trepidation evident on his face.

“I’m a bit impressed and disturbed by how convincing that was.”

You raise your eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

This question is posed with your voice a little too light, and therein lies the insecurity and hurt festering in the pit of your stomach. Izuku stands a bit closer, but doesn’t hold your hand. Not yet, at least. For now, the two of you stand in front of the imposing skyscraper where your cheating partners supposedly work, and most likely fuck just as much, and you wonder if the building grows just a bit larger.

“I think I shaved a few years off my life in that one minute pretending not to be angry,” Izuku mumbles as you start to walk through the glass doors. You’re still angry too, you think, perhaps because denial is no longer feasible at this point in time, especially since you’re now standing in the same building where your so-called friend opens her legs for your partner.

She’s in the room now, you think and you grit your teeth. Will she get her clothes back on by the time you make it up the elevator?

Izuku obtains wristbands and directions from the receptionist and returns to where you stand, handing you one tentatively. You notice the slight hand tremor and frown. Your own heart is steady for now.

“Calm down,” you tell him suddenly. 

He blinks, then looks away. “Yeah.”

“We’re even,” you murmur under your breath. You can see him dry swallow, as he remembers that just last night he was balls deep inside you in your hotel room, and probably can fill up a notebook or two with the exact tones your voice makes when you cum. 

“Perhaps.”

You shoot him a look and he says nothing more. Now you are the one shaking, you realize as you press the elevator door close key four times in rapid succession. It won’t make the elevator move any faster. It won’t negate the fact that Bakugou has fucked your friend a countless number of times. It won’t change anything.

You still have his stupid ring on your finger. You also wonder if Izuku still has the engagement ring he’d planned for his unfaithful girlfriend burning a hole in his back pocket. It’s pretty like yours. Pretty and worthless. 

You remember how he cried when you, without thinking, immediately marched over to his hotel room and told him the news. Still furious, not able to forget the fact that you could see the very obvious pair of women’s panties in the corner of the image in the bedtime selfie he’d sent you, and even worse, the fact that your so-called friend had acted oddly to the suggestion that he could, perhaps, be cheating on you. She was a god awful liar.

If it hadn’t been her, a witch hunt would have ensued immediately. And yet, she pretended to be exhausted and had been desperate to re-address it in the morning. 

And never called that morning, nor this morning.

In retrospect, you should have known. She was always around, always too invested in Katsuki’s whereabouts, and called him her evil twin. Funny how willing she was to fuck family, really?

So you did the same. Izuku was more a brother to you than anything. But pain is as pain does, and you had needed to do something, anything to regain control over the situation.

And while you couldn’t pretend it completely eased the hurt, you have to admit you liked it. Like indulging in forbidden fruit, there was a subtle thrill in it once the endorphins rushed in along with all the heat to your pussy lips, along with the drag of his thick cock against your walls. There was something cathartic about the release, the idea of someone, anyone holding you tight, burying their head in your chest, stretching you wide. Being wanted, being wanted, being wanted. 

Would it hurt her to know that you could play so dirty the same way it hurt you? To know that you were sharing without each other’s knowledge, neither the true fool?

Or was this her plan all along? A decoy, so to speak. 

The elevator door opens on the floor, and you no longer have any time to ponder, the ding of the bell so loud you think you can hear it in your throat. There’s a feeling that seems like disembodiment as you walk out. You’re not paying attention to Izuku behind you.

Down the hallway, where you’ll turn right into his office as directed, you can see her step out first, followed by Katsuki right behind her. Her eyes make contact with yours and her lips pull into a weak, half-hearted smile.

And you see red.

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Dr. Laufeyson

Chapter 9 - Inapt thoughts

Warnings etc: Loki x female reader au where Lokis a therapist, therapy, flashbacks, smut?, swearing, mentions of past trauma later in the fic including abuse both physically and sexually - not explicit detail, 18+. PLEASE tell me if I ever leave anything out x

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“Harderrr!” You screamed, face contorted in pleasure as Dr Laufeyson thrusted into you as you bent over the desk in the corner of his room. He continued entering you, leaning down to place a kiss on the nape of your neck.

“You feel so good, perfect.” He grunted, snaking an arm around you as his fingers found your clit.

“I’m so closeee don’t stoppp.” You begged, feeling your climax quickly approaching.

“Cum for me like a good girl.” He ordered.

“Fuck.” You exhaled, your orgasm hitting you as you held your vibrator in one hand and your phone in the other, looking at Dr Laufeysons WhatsApp picture as the scenario you had imagined came to an end. You knew it was wrong, utterly untoward but he was just so damn sexy and he had given you his private number plus he didn’t want you engaging in any sex. What other choice did you have? You wondered if that rule extended to sex with him. Laughing to yourself at the thought, you put your vibrator down as well as your phone before heading to the bathroom.

Once you were back, you flung yourself on your bed, feeling tired before unlocking your phone. It was still on Dr Laufeysons picture and you felt a strange feeling of embarrassment and guilt flood you as you looked at it as if he could see you. Clicking off of it, you looked at your recent chats, one being Bucky who still hadn’t contacted you since last night. You wondered if you should have contacted him first but after typing and deleting a hey, you decided you’d just leave it for now. Instead, you found yourself on Instagram, scrolling through the endless selfies of people pretending to be happy. Clicking on one thing lead you to another and then another and before you knew it, you were staring wide eyed at a picture of a girl wearing an engagement ring as well as Curtis in the picture with the caption

I said yes 🥰💍

You felt your throat begin to tighten as tears brimmed in the corners of your eyes. You couldn’t for the life of you figure out what it was that was upsetting you. The fact that Curtis had moved on or the fate of the poor girl. Curtis may have been posing as the nice guy but you knew him, truly knew him. It wasn’t fair. You zoomed into the picture at their expressions. It wasn’t fair! Curtis had a huge smile plastered over his face whilst you were left feeling hollow and broken. How was it that he was allowed to move on after everything he had put you through. Why was it that you couldn’t find your happy ending. You wiped away some of the tears that had fallen down your face before your silent tears turned to sobs. It wasn’t fair. Poor girl, poor you.

You scrolled through your contacts looking for Bucky’s number, wanting someone you could whine to, someone who’d tell you to stop being silly, someone who’d hold you but as soon as you found his number, you thought back to Dr Laufeysons words.

“So it seems that you depended on Bucky quite a lot then?”

He was right. The first sign of trouble and you were quick to seek Bucky’s company. It wasn’t fair on him. It wasn’t fair that you relied on him so much as emotional support without even caring to ask how he felt. Instead, you put your phone down as you cried to yourself remembering you and Curtis’ toxic relationship. All the horrible things he made you endure.

“When I found out that my free afternoon had been booked, I was surprised to see that it was by you.” Dr Laufeyson smiled, pouring a glass of water before walking towards you and placing it on the table beside you.

“My bastard ex is engaged.” You replied, eyes running over his attire as you thought about all the ways in which his tie could be used to bound and gag you.

“I’m sorry.” He answered solemnly.

“He’s not dead.” You joked “just happy.”

“Which is worse?” He queried, slightly knitting his brows as if to gauge your expression.

“Well I’m not. Why is it that he gets to be happy whilst I’m here still hurting?” You sighed “it’s just not fair.”

“Life often isn’t.” He murmured seemingly to himself.

“Nope.” You agreed, sipping the water.

“What about your friend? Have you made up with him?” He asked.

“No, we haven’t spoken to each other.” You answered, putting the glass back down.

“Hence the session today.” He smiled as you nodded “I gave you my personal number so that you wouldn’t have to spend an extortionate amount of money coming here just to sit in silence unless of course you feel you’re ready to talk, properly talk.”

“So I can call you whenever I want?” You smirked, leaning closer towards him.

“Whenever.” He answered with his own smile, also leaning closer to you.

“But only to talk about inutile things.” You added, biting your lip seductively. The doctors gaze quickly flicked from your eyes, down to your lips where they lingered for a few moments. “Maybe I’ll call you tonight then.” You grinned causing him to snap from whatever daze he was in as he quickly sat back again.

“It’s to be used in emergencies only.” He said, clearing his throat.

“And if my emergency was that my bath was overflowing and I was getting all wet, would I call you to come and rescue me?” You teased.

“Y/n.” He spoke warningly.

“Only in emergencies, got it.” You huffed, sitting back in your chair too. “Are we allowed to meet up out of here?” You asked, gesturing to the room.

“No.” He answered.

“But we met in the restaurant.” You countered.

“We didn’t meet we bumped into each other, there’s a difference.”

“Well, I’m going to that restaurant again tonight at around 9 for a drink, hope to bump into you there again too.” You winked before standing up.

“You’ve still got so much of the session left.” Dr Laufeyson stressed, standing up and following you towards the door as if he didn’t want you to go yet.

“Well would you look at that, you’ve got your free afternoon back.” You said before opening the door as he stood behind you.

“You’ve booked and paid for it already, why not stay?” He implored, snaking an arm past you and closing the door. You paused your movements, looking down at his hand which rested flat against the door as his arm near trapped you in place. Your breath hitched as you felt his against the nape of your neck as you took a step backwards. For some reason this scenario felt familiar. There was silence between you both for a few seconds, the only sound being both your breathing. “Stay.”

“I—” you began before the sound of footsteps approaching the door became audible. Dr Laufeyson quickly dropped his hand, turning away from you as you opened the door and quickly left as the receptionist handed Loki the files he had earlier requested before leaving. Once she did, he stupidly looked down the hallway half expecting you to still be there but you had gone.

Closing his door, Loki straightened himself out feeling stupid for his behaviour. He hated the slight tremble in his voice as he asked you to stay. He had recognised it as the same one he had many times with Darcy whenever she’d choose to abandon him. He felt even more idiotic when he thought about how much he hoped that this time she did stay. His mind was clouded. He did want Darcy to stay so they could finally have the happy ending they discussed in the beginning but that was before he met you. He didn’t know why or how but you had invaded his mind. Whenever he was in bed and in need of release, he’d find himself thinking about you. Your low cut tops, your voice, your smile, it was intoxicating. He dismissed it as niggling lust considering he still hadn’t had sex with Darcy and you were evidently making plays at him but something about the moment you had both just shared left him feeling unsettled. He didn’t want you to simply stay, he wanted more.

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Carnival date headcanons with kalim, cater, epel, jack, and malleus please?

Curiouser and Curiouser...

Kalim’s so excited to explore the carnival--he wants to see and do everything at least once, hauling you from one attraction to another with sparkling eyes. He can scarcely stay at a food or gaming stall for long without something else grabbing his attention and rushing over to it, your hand clasped in his.

Just as he wants to experience it all, Kalim also wants to taste it all. He’ll put down the Madol to buy a ton of snacks, and he insists on feeding it all to you! You just can’t say no to your boyfriend when he plucks off a tuft of cotton candy and holds it out to you, or stuffs some funnel cake in your mouth.

Kalim doesn’t mind the “kiddie” attractions; he treats them just the same as the more adrenaline pumping rides. He’ll jump around in a bouncy castle or spin around and around on the merry-go-round happily, a wide grin plastered on his face.

He doesn’t realize that carnival games tend to be rigged against you, so he just keeps shelling out money when he doesn’t win until he finally does! Kalim really wants to nab that grand prize for you though Jamil will scold him later for frivolously spending! When he finally does, he’s so proud of himself that he beams like the sun as he hands over a massive otter plush and claims a victory kiss.

Cater will want to take as many cool looking photos as he can to commemorate the date! That means lots of couple selfies sharing snacks, making silly faces in cute accessories, and posing with prizes from carnival booths.

He elects for something savory while you’re exploring the carnival! There’s nothing like a carton of nachos or fries drenched in cheese, shredded veggies, and greasy meat! Of course, it gets a bit messy to eat--but rather than use a napkin to wipe things up, Cater cheekily kisses your fingers and licks up the remains of your snack.

Cater likes the idea of playing carnival games, but he’s not very successful at winning them. In fact, he would rather use a ring for taking an aesthetic picture rather than play ring toss! (You get a lot of confused looks from the stall runners when he thanks them for lending him “props” for his MagiCam account.)

Instead of games, you visit the balloon artist, who twists up a crown for you--and though it looks goofy, Cater insists that it’s a piece befitting royalty! He drags you into the hall of mirrors, and you spend hours there in the maze, bouncing into a thousand of you and Cater in silly balloon crowns. When you finally find the exit, the sun is setting--the perfect backdrop for one final date selfie.

Epel wants to go on all the high excitement rides! No merry-go-round for you guys, it’s all about the roller coasters and bumper cars! He’ll let his hair down and scream as much as he wants as you’re plummeting from a drop or smashing his car against yours.

For a carnival snack, you share a caramel or candy apple--but because the apple’s so round, it’s hard for you to find a place to bite! Eventually, you and Epel agree to try chomping on the apple from opposite ends at the same time to keep the fruit from slipping around on its skewer. It kind of works, but the sticky sugar clings to your hair and Epel’s! You use a moistened napkin to help clean one another up before you chow down on your shared treat.

He gets pissed off while playing carnival games! The people running the game stalls tease Epel, calling him a little kid and implying he won’t be able to win a big prize no matter how hard he tries. Joke’s on them--Epel manages to score a win while they’re distracted laughing! With a snide grin, he lets you know that you can pick whatever prize you like from the stall.

At the end of the day, you’re both tuckered out and don’t feel like going on another roller coaster, so you agree for your final ride to be on the ferris wheel. You reach the apex and look out to see a shimmering sunset, the sky red like an apple and the sun like an wobbling yolk sinking into the horizon. Epel sneaks a shy peck on your cheek while you’re distracted--and that sets both your faces aflame.

Jack allows you to lead him around the carnival and determine which attractions and rides you want to engage with. He only intervenes when he thinks it’s a bad idea (like if you ate before trying to get onto a roller coaster) and will propose an safer alternative for the sake of your safety and wellbeing.

He’s not a fan when it comes to most carnival foods--they’re deep fried and dipped in too much sugar, and Jack insists he needs to stay in shape for Track and Field Club! You manage to convince him to grab a bag of popcorn to munch on throughout the day, and you take turns tossing pieces for the other to try and catch in your mouths.

Jack’s a beast (both literally and figuratively) when it comes to carnival games! He can score hoops, whack moles, dunk tanks/hit targets, and win tests of strength easily, netting you an entire army of new giant prize plushies!

You spend most of the date on your feet, but if they start to feel sore, Jack volunteers to give you a lift to let you rest. Be it princess carry or piggyback ride, he makes sure to handle you carefully as you thread through the carnival grounds with you clinging to him.

Wherever Malleus walks, the crowds instinctively part for him (whether in fear or in reverence, you’re not certain). This makes it far easier for the two of you to navigate the bustling carnival crowds, though if you ever do get separated, it’s not that hard to spot a tall, horned guy in the middle of a sea of people.

He’s fascinated by the variety of snacks offered at carnivals and spends a long time choosing what he’d like to eat. In the end, Malleus settles for his favorite: ice-cream! You follow suit, grabbing a different flavor than him--but curiosity gets the better of both of you, and you end up briefly exchanging cones to sample one another’s choices, resulting in indirect kisses!

The game stall employees call Malleus out for using his insane magical abilities to cheat (”Oi, oi, oi, you can’t just levitate the ball like that, young man!”), so he’s forced to play without them. Though Malleus is generally elegant, he lacks the skill needed to win any of the games. He does eventually accumulate enough attempts to get a pity prize, but he still gets gloomy and sulks about his loss.

Some of the kids at the carnival mistake Malleus for a costumed performer because of his horns and pointed ears! They swarm around him, asking for pictures and jokes or clinging to his legs, finding his regal way of speaking to be funny! You do eventually shoo them off, but that didn’t stop you from giggling when you saw one of the greatest magicians in the world getting mobbed by children--and taking it quite well, too!