#honeymoon match up event

[salsakiyoomi]

hii hon! i sound like your husband 😭 anyways this is for ur event. generally im calm, quiet (pls believe me) im like 51% introverted lol. i cry at movies/books really easily. im an intp-a (a for assertive!) im a cancer (july babie) i'd like a guy who's charming, funny, affectionate. physically, tall + lean. i dont really like muscular bods tbh. i make a special exception for meian shugo lol. my fav trope is contract marriage and szn is winter. i read, write, listen to music. haikyuu or jjk!! xx

HONEYMOON MATCHUP WITH : ATSUMU MIYA

— honeymoon :

– atsumu is loud, he never knows when to shut up and never will, but he's loud with his words — everything is on the tip of his tongue — you're going out for dinner tonight and put on a cute outfit? 'babe, you look so awesome today!' you cooked him his favourite dinner meal after practice? 'i love you so much, this is better than osamu's cooking'. you just put on that new necklace he bought for you? 'i like it when you look all pretty while wearing my money' he'd murmur in your ear, his hands on your waist as he places a soft kiss to your lips.

– atsumu is hopeless, hopeless for you that is, he let's you boss him around, he likes it when you do for that matter, he'll listen to everything you say, likes the way your lips move, he could almost never look you in the eye because of that — and he'd do almost anything for you — you said you wanted to go to the coast of italy for the weekend? the tickets are already booked even though you meant the statement as a joke. oh, you're crying because your favourite show just ended? he's out to get you icecream to cheer you up even though it's three am and the only thing that's opened is mcdonalds, he'll probably get you a happy meal as well.

– atsumu is clingy, he always has an arm around you or a hand on your back, he always kisses you hello and goodbye, and it gets even worse when its wintertime and its below zero — he clings on to you like his life depends on it, his face buried in the crook of your neck and his arms around your waist, and he murmurs about 'five more minutes' in the morning as you complain that the both of you need to get up, but it's so cold, and you two's body heat is so warming, it makes him lazy, he just wants to stay in bed with you and plant butterfly kisses on your jaw and not have to worry about missing practice.

what's on the radio : radio, lana del rey

a/n : you are my husband, honey pie 💗 /j — i find it hard to believe you're quiet miss 🤨 either way, i love your personality and your vibes, and ily <3, tysm for the request val the pal ily again

[justwinginglife]

Chemistry, Comedy, and Calamity

At the request of @rayisaemobookworm, sorry it took me so long to finish this.

No one was supposed to know you were dating the Vice Captain of the Third Division. 

Everyone assumed anyway. 

The two of you never spoke of your relationship, never confirmed the rumors, never used official labels, and when asked, you’d claim you were nothing more than the best of friends, but anyone with eyes could see that the two of you were in love.

Chemistry like yours would be wasted if you weren’t together. 

You’d flirt and banter over the comms, unbothered by the entire Third Division listening in, and then compete with him on the battlefield, fighting for kills and comparing wins. Then when the battle was over, you’d dote on him, tending to his wounds with care, and chiding him for being reckless, like you weren’t the one who had previously egged him on to be better, to be faster, to be stronger, to keep up with you. 

When you’d go out on patrols together, inseparable as usual, the other officers would swear that your chatter alone would scare away any possible threat, because when you made your rounds, the entire base rumbled with the echoes of your laughter, of your boisterous conversation. 

And when you went to formal events together, when his eyes would hungrily rake over the length of your dress, lingering on every dip and curve, when you’d adjust his tie meticulously, straightening it and smoothing it down with care, it was clear that the two of you had feelings for each other. 

One day, you came across a ring that you thought he’d like and you jokingly proposed to him with it but when he accepted, when his genuine smile melted your heart, when he started excitedly yapping about wedding venues, about honeymoon destinations, there was no doubt in your mind that you were going to marry him. 

The day he started wearing his ring to work, plain for all to see, was the day the Third Division erupted into chaos.

They’d all been so confident in their previous assumptions that the two of you were dating, but when he made his way onto base with the ring glimmering around his finger, and when you strode in moments later without a ring to match, their confidence shattered, their assumptions dashed to bits. 

Had you never been together in the first place? Had he always had a girl at home? Did that girl know how close he was with you? Was it okay for him to be so close to you?

Rumors ran rampant and soon every locker room, every lunch room, every bathroom, was flooded with gossip about Hoshina. 

When you caught wind of it, you were amused. You knew there was a gem hanging from a string round your neck that could easily prove his innocence, but with your suit zipped up, no one else was aware of its presence and you couldn’t waste this opportunity to tease your fiance. 

You found him buried in paperwork at his desk and when he saw you sauntering towards him, his eyes lit up and he pushed aside any work to stand and greet you.

“Heyyy, Soshirooo.” You purred innocently as you took up position beside him. 

He raised an eyebrow at you as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you towards him. “Yes? Something up?”

“How come you didn’t tell me you had a wife at home?” You pouted. 

He choked on his spit. “Sorry, what??”

You bit your lip to hold back your giggles. Then you let out an exaggerated sigh. “Here I was, thinking we were getting serious, and all along, I’ve just been some side mistress. Oh, the tragedy. I can feel my heart breaking.” You threw a hand across your chest for dramatic effect. 

He snorted. “Alright, what is this? What are you talking about, dork?”

You laughed. “Apparently the whole division has it in their heads that you’re married to someone else since you’re wearing a ring and I’m not.”

He rolled his eyes. “That’s ridiculous. You know you’re the only one for me baby.” He tightened his grip on your hips and pressed kisses to the side of your neck. 

“Careful, someone might catch you cheating on your wife.” You teased.

He pouted at your teasing, but you didn’t mistake the way his grip on you loosened slightly. “Can’t we just tell them now?” He whined.

You shook your head. “But I’m having so much fun.”

He was unamused. “Cuz you’re not the one they’re talking about,” He grumbled as he held you close again, resting his head on your shoulder. 

“I’ll tell them soon, okay, baby?” You kissed the top of his head.

He let out a huff. “Sure you will. I hope you have lots of fun while you can, because I will be getting you back for this later.”

You laughed. “Alright Soshiro, have it your way.”

So you kept up the facade a little longer, you had your fun, but then he started playing the game too. 

You’d ask to have lunch with him, you’d throw your arms around him while he worked, nuzzle up against his neck, but then he’d turn you down, pulling away from your touch, saying “I can’t do this anymore, I have a wife and child at home, I can’t keep seeing you,” and then he’d smirk at you when your jaw dropped. 

“Oh you asshole. Just love me already.” You’d whine.

He’d shake his finger at you. “Nuh-uh. Not until you tell everyone the truth.” 

So he withheld dinner dates and cuddle nights to test how long you could last. 

You wanted to give up immediately, you were practically shaking from withdrawal, but his smug smile hardened your resolve. You started spinning your tale of woe to anyone who would listen about how devastated you were to find out that he was living a secret life.

“And I’ll admit it, I was in love with the man. Utterly and completely in love. And now, to find out he’s been married this whole time? With a child? My heart can’t take it.”

Hoshina would snort at your antics and then load you up with extra work as punishment for “disorderly conduct.”

But the back and forth ended when you had your first large battle in months. The Third Division had been recently enjoying some peace and quiet, with only a few yoju here and there to disrupt said peace, but today the Third Division found themselves completely overwhelmed with a flood of kaiju, big and small. 

Hoshina completely forgot about your little feud, checking every inch of your suit to make sure it would serve its purpose before allowing you to join him on the battlefield, and then squeezing your hand and resting his forehead against yours on the transport so he could savor what time he had with you before it erupted into chaos. “Promise me you’ll be okay. No unnecessary risks, yeah baby?” He murmured into your ear, nipping at it gently. 

“I promise, love. Same goes for you. Don’t go dying on me or I’ll kill you.”

He chuckled and pulled away to gaze at you fondly. “I wouldn’t dare to incur the wrath of my side mistress.” He winked at you.

You jabbed him in the side.

“Sorry, I mean, fiancee.” He whispered the last bit so no one else could hear. 

You rolled your eyes. “You would joke at a time like this, dumbass.” 

He grinned at you and you memorized every inch of his smile in case it was the last time you saw it.

Then you arrived at your destination.

I love you, you mouthed to him before jumping off the transport and joining in the fight. 

War was always bloody, but this battle felt like an endless sea of blood, with nowhere safe to dock, with nothing stable to anchor you. 

You’d always cherished your swords, both for the confidence they instilled in you, and for the comfort they brought you because they matched Soshiro’s, but today, you felt your swords might not be enough, you felt the onslaught might be too heavy, the fight too gruesome. You’d kill to have a gun right about now.

After slicing your way through endless waves of Kaiju, after enduring the pain that seared through your arms with each aggressive motion, you’d kill to have any means to end this fight. To see daylight. To see Soshiro. You knew he was beside you, he’d never leave you for a second, but you hadn’t found a moment to check on him, to make sure he still had all his limbs, you hadn’t a moment for anything besides the fight at hand. 

Every Kaiju seemed bigger and uglier than the last, and you’d always hated them, but you were starting to feel downright vengeful now. Especially when you took a cut to the chest and felt the comfortable weight of your ring disappear. You didn’t have the time to spare a glance in the direction your ring had fallen, you didn’t even have the time to breathe. But the devastation at losing your ring spurred you on to fight more violently, more viciously, than ever before and soon the fight came to its conclusion. 

Before you knew it, you had collapsed to your knees and started desperately rummaging through corpse after corpse for your ring, not even caring that your vision was blurred through your tears. 

Soshiro realized what you were doing and immediately enlisted the help of every member of the Third Division to look for a ring. 

“Your ring, sir? The one we’ve seen you wearing?”

“My fiancee’s diamond ring. Y/N’s ring.”

Silence and shock filled the air as the realization dawned on everyone, but the moment was short lived, because soon Soshiro was clapping and barking out orders to everyone, “Come on people, we don’t have the benefit of daylight for much longer and I will have us on our hands and knees looking for it even if night falls, so get to it!”

You’d always thought that when you finally announced your engagement to Soshiro that you could throw a nice party to celebrate, that you could announce it together, that you could share in congratulations and bask in the love and support of your friends and family.

Instead, you shared in the blood, sweat, and tears of your fellow officers as you scoured every inch of the messy landscape together, and when your ring was finally found, you all celebrated by taking a dive (no one had the energy to actually dive, it was more like dragging their deadened bodies) into the nearby river to wash the exhaustion and the grime from your aching limbs. 

As you floated beside Soshiro in the cool waters, with the ring nestled safely around your finger, he turned to look at you fondly.

Then he laughed.

“God, I hope our wedding isn’t half as lively as this engagement party.”

[pininghermit]

Right Infront of My Salad?

Request: @dreamtogether2000 I was only doing it because I was curious but then I got Obsessed?! Please this with gn reader is everything I love! Go Buck Wild.

AN: First of all what a pick. Second of all, thank you for requesting this. I love writing crack fics especially this one was awesome. I hope you like it. We shall name this the Tropesvania Event- feel free to request

Genre: Fluff

Pairing(s): Adrian Tepes x GN Reader

Summary: Obsessed-gn-drabble

“They are, to put it mildly…” Lisa cringed, glancing into the camera, “obsessed with each other.”

“They’ve lost it. Whatever this is, it’s worse than anything unholy,” Dracula deadpanned, his tone dripping with the resignation of a centuries-old vampire.

Somehow, it had come to this: Dracula and Lisa, dragged onto Dr. Phil, seated stiffly next to their son, Adrian, and you. The root of the chaos.

Yet, the elephant in the room remained unaddressed. And riding triumphantly atop that elephant, entwined as if nothing else in the world existed, were Lisa and Dracula’s beloved son and you.

It had all started innocently enough, during the honeymoon phase of dating. At first, Lisa had found it endearing. Adrian gushing about you had been a breath of fresh air.

Every detail about your smile, your laugh, your favorite book had been recounted with an enthusiasm so pure it melted even Dracula’s icy heart.

Lisa had helped Adrian pick out the right outfits, thoughtful gifts, and conversation topics to avoid awkward silences. Dracula had joined in too, bemused by the adorable mess his son had become under the spell of young love.

Then, they met you.

From the moment of that first introduction, you had stormed into Castle Dracula like a burst of spring sunlight, your chaotic energy scattering the stoic gothic gloom.

Supper, once a quiet affair for three, transformed into a nightly event for four. The castle seemed warmer, brighter—alive. Though neither parent would admit it, there were moments they almost welcomed the change.

It was as if the wintery gloom of their home had been replace with fistfuls of spring shoved up ever nook of the castle.

But young love is nothing if not overwhelming.

Catching the two of you making out had been amusing at first, Dracula turning a delicate shade of crimson and retreating with an indignant swoosh of his cape.

But the charm wore thin quickly. After exactly twenty-three incidents of stumbling upon you in her lab, Lisa’s patience finally snapped.

And yet, here you were.

“I love you,” you giggled, nestled against Adrian, your hands wrapped around a mug of hot chocolate, the matching rings on your fingers glinting in the firelight.

Across the room, Lisa and Dracula watched from the couch, their expressions somewhere between weariness and acceptance, as Adrian’s face lit up to match yours. “I love you more,” he replied earnestly, leaning in closer.

“Noooo,” you drawled, sticking your tongue out at him playfully. “I love you more.”

Adrian pressed a kiss to your cheek, his golden eyes brimming with adoration. “I love you more than anything.”

Lisa saw Dracula’s face turn a distinct shade of green. Whether it was from the sweetness of the hot chocolate or the relentless PDA, she couldn’t say.

The count excused himself abruptly, clearing his throat as both parents caught sight of Adrian’s hand slipping under the blanket.

A single day. Adrian had been gone for one day to retrieve an ancient tome.

It had been an ordeal pulling him away, his golden eyes darting anxiously between you and the door as he nodded solemnly to your endless instructions about his health. To Lisa’s surprise, you had smiled and sent him off with a merry wave.

It unsettled both parents when you slammed the door shut immediately afterward only for your composure to crumble into pieces.

“I miss him,” you whimpered, staring forlornly at the cracks in the stone floor. “However shall I endure this?” you sobbed, burying your face in your arms.

For hours, you parked yourself by the door, refusing to move, before embarking on a grieving tour of the castle. Every room bore witness to your dramatic laments as you sprawled across tables, sighed mournfully in hallways, and flopped listlessly onto chairs.

Lisa and Dracula followed at a safe distance, watching in silent horror. By the end of the day, Lisa questioned her son’s doting nature, and Dracula could only mutter, “I'm too old for this Lisa.”

When Adrian finally returned, all hell broke loose.

You bolted toward him the moment the doors opened, nearly tripping over the carpet in your haste to reach him. Lisa and Dracula stood frozen in place, watching the soap opera that Castle Dracula had somehow become unfold before their eyes.

But it wasn’t the excessively affectionate reunion that left them speechless. It wasn’t even your tearful declarations of love or Adrian’s matching intensity.

It was the bold black ink scrawled across Adrian’s arm.

Your name. Permanently tattooed, proud and unashamed.

The sight left the family in stunned silence, each member processing the revelation in their own way.

For Lisa, it was an emotional breakdown, complete with head-in-hands groaning. For Dracula, it was a mental and spiritual crisis, punctuated by a mumbled, “By all the dark powers… what has he done?”

Meanwhile, the happy couple remained blissfully unaware of the chaos swirling around them, lost in a world that consisted of only each other.

Castle Dracula would never be the same again.

[causenessus]

Congrats on 1k!!! Well deserved! May I request fluffiest of fluff of 🏠 with Kenma? Just like him and reader’s everyday life after becoming newlyweds or something

Thank you ☺️

domesticity. | kozume k.

kenma x f! reader

written in 2nd pov

one word prompt from 1k followers event: 🏠 -> domesticity

"let's skip to the wedding, let's stay past the ending, i'm gonna be good to you <3" from let's skip to the wedding by eyedress

word count: 1.1k

notes: fluff!! and written as headcannons i hope that's alright <3 it was just kind of the way my brain immediately took the request. thank you so much for requesting! this was adorable to write i hope u enjoy <3 also, a mention of 10 cent bag rule that some states do lol. just wanted to explain it beforehand so no one is confused, it's just something mandatory some states do where either you bring a resuable bag or pay 10 cents for a plastic bag! also sorry for any weird formatting, tumblr is having a FIT rn

you guys are finally married!! what does your life as newlyweds look like? <3

kenma did NOT get up the day after your wedding. and he didn’t let you get up either. you guys cuddled the entire day and then got up at like 6pm to get takeout for your first meal as husband and wife LMAO

that was basically your honeymoon but if you want to actually go somewhere, that’s totally fine <3 he’ll go with you

but his love definitely comes out most in just plain domesticity

and if you guys started living with each other even before getting married, you’ve definitely gotten a taste of that simple life

domesticity with kenma looks like you guys sharing a lot of chores

if he washes the dishes, you put them away and vice versa

and he actually enjoys doing the dishes (maybe slightly just bc you squeal and can’t help but kiss his cheek every time you see him roll up his sleeves and tie his hair back. just maybe)

on the other hand, LAUNDRY is the bane of your guys’ existence which means folding + movie nights are a STAPLE in your household

you both definitely take turns picking out movies while folding clothes or while you mend his old nekoma sweats

laundry makes him feel like years are being taken off his life though. he loves being on stray sock duty (pulling out your giant bag of stray socks and trying to find matches when the pile gets big enough) or sometimes he just ends up cuddling you instead. usually its with his arms wrapped around your waist, and he loves putting his head in your lap

sometimes it gets hard folding laundry when he does that

but you can’t complain, watching a movie and cuddling? suddenly laundry’s not that bad

and he’s just so comfortable and has this crazy effect of always making you feel sleepy that you guys have fallen asleep countless times on the couch

although this also leads to you guys waking up and the most random movies playing most of the time

like the one time you guys woke up to the shining theme playing and literally thought you were about to die (IK I MENTIONED THIS IN COLD KISSES BEFORE BUT IT IS STILL SUCH A FUNNY MEMORY TO ME)

sometimes you guys throw in a blanket while drying your clothes just so that while you’re both folding laundry you can be under a warm blanket too <3

you definitely binged like all the conjuring movies while folding laundry too

my guy cannot be trusted in the kitchen but he will try his very best if you ask him for help

will for sure keep you company in the kitchen no matter what though

is sometimes on music duty or will just play his switch while you’re cooking and you both enjoy the peaceful moment <3

he can also make tea or coffee for both of you while you're cooking!! he's very good at that <3 and definitely helps grab plates when you're both ready to eat

and sometimes gets out of bed early in the morning so he can bring you a cup of tea while you're still waking <3

especially on cold mornings. will 100% get out of bed for you. you're both cold? you want the heater up? okay <3 he'll get out of bed to turn it up before getting straight back into bed and pulling you close, nuzzling his cold face into your warm neck

he’s very good in grocery stores

at pushing the cart.

and holding your grocery list if you really trust him

please don’t leave him he’ll literally go into panic mode and stand in the middle of the bread aisle until you come back

or he’ll do that thing where he walks past every aisle trying to find which one you’re in and then you guys will see each other from opposite ends

to be honest he’s more of a basket guy anyway

like you walk into the grocery store and he's immediately picking up a basket (bc no way is he letting you hold it)

“kenma we need like a week’s work of groceries they’re not all gonna fit in there”

“yeah it will. i'll make it fit.”

most of the time he can't LMAO or something ends up getting squished but it’s okay

bc you know why he likes baskets?

so he can hold your hand <3

loves loves loves to play with your wedding ring, fiddling with it or just running his thumb over it while holding your hand

at first he hated grocery stores bc there’s so many inconsiderate people and it just make him feel anxious but he started to like it when he came with you

he likes following you around because you always know where you're going and he's just there for the ride

and he likes being there so that whenever you put something in the basket and ask “what’s next on the list?” he can tell you <3 he takes his job as grocery list holder very seriously

also surprisingly good at remembering to bring reusable bags (or will insist on holding everything. he is NOT paying 10¢ for a bag)

he may also sneak a few snacks into the basket/cart (if you forced him to get one) which is always okay <3

dinner looks like him stopping everything to eat with you or inviting you to watch/play with him while you guys eat

because again quality time is such an important and prominent love language in your guys’ life

he loves to just have you there with him and it’s all you need as well <3

but especially by marriage, if you want one-on-one time he will absolutely give you his full attention. why would he pass up on a chance to stare at his wife's pretty face and listen to her talk?

his chat and fanbase are also definitely well acquainted with you and adore you

they’re always melting over your interactions and sometimes when you walk by the camera and they see you they’re all freaking out like “OMG IT’S Y/N!!!!” “CAN WE SAY HI TO Y/N”

he always laughs when he sees his chat, because sometimes he doesn’t even notice you walking around in the background but he always complies. “babe?” he’ll call out

“what’s up?” you ask, coming back into the room

“my chat just wants to say hi,” he answers and you always smile, walking closer to his desk and leaning over his shoulder to say hi

it literally warms his heart to see his wife interacting with his chat <3

and when his followers found out you guys were getting married? #ynxkenmaendgameishappening went viral on twitter

and nearly everytime he refers to you as his wife his chat still blows up

you probably join him for q&as most often, and he once again is usually holding your hand in his lap, fidgeting with the pretty ring on your finger while you talk to the stream

at night he’s definitely a late sleeper, but you’ve scolded him about looking at screens in the dark too many times for him to count

so oftentimes you’re curled up at his side, your face nuzzled into his torso to block out the light while he has a small lamp on and an arm resting you, holding you close

and when he finally goes to bed, he never fails to press a kiss to your head before wrapping his arms around u <3

[vampfanged]

NOW THAT FRIGHT NIGHT HAS PASSED I CAN TELL EVERYONE ABOUT HOW FUN IT WAS!

I HATE HOW THE VIDEO DIDNT PICK UP ON WHAT HE SAID 😭 HE ASKED ME "are we really doing this?" and told me to grab his hands im going insane

(LITERALLY SOMEONE GIVE THIS SHOW ACTOR A GOLD STAR FOR MATCHING BEEJ'S ENERGY SO WELL, THE VOICE, THE LOOKS EVERYTHING.)

I came back later for 2nds, 3rds, 4ths and MORE. He complimented my dress, and kissed my hand, we planned a (joke) honeymoon, he literally came to me and my friend while we were thinking of where to go next, handed me 2 business cards and went back to his meet n greet area. I WISH I RECORDED EVERYTHING IM SOBBING

extra tid bits i managed to snap before the event shut down wink (plz someone find this show actor and my life is yours/j/or is it?/j)

[sunnie-angel]

Sunnieeee babyyy what do we think about femjay and marriage? Yay or nay? Does she even want to get married? Is she wife-ing you up or is she waiting for you to pop the question? Elopement or ceremony? WHERE does she take you for your honeymoon 😼

ooooh so i've been sitting on this ask for a bit (mostly because i start thinking about fem!jay in a tux and my brain stops working) but i love this question so much.

the question, of course, depends on when you ask her. at 15, it's an emphatic no. she hates the way that the question gets asked by the upper crust busybodies because she knows it's always with some strange faceless man in mind waiting for her at the altar. never mind that jay's never shown interest in a boy but her best friend, the assumption is there and she hates it.

at 21, fresh out of the pit and off a revenge streak, she'd laugh in your face (and riddle you with bullets, depending on who's doing the asking). she's the big bad red hood, you think she's gonna settle down? think she'd hand over her empire for a little ring and a bit of paper? fat chance. marriage didn't save her mother from a husband that was never around. talia's still pinning her hopes on a one day maybe. jay's got plans and none of those include marriage. who'd want her anyway?

you ask her when she's 23 and happily in love for the first time, well that's a different story. she's still got her hangups - the past doesn't let go so easily - but she wants to know why you want this. you start with the practical, legal reasons first. you're a vigilante and yeah you might get most of your medical treatment from secret facilities but i want to be allowed in the room for all the times you end up in the hospital. i might be under the hood's extra legal protections but there's a comfort in being legally tied to you too. then you move on to the emotional ones. i want to bring our families together to celebrate us. i want to stand up in front of the world and declare that i'm yours and you're mine. and well, it's everything that jay didn't know she wanted. answers the greedy, grasping parts of her hindbrain at the thought of publicly branding herself as yours and whoops suddenly the apartment is full of wedding planning materials. spring you said?

you asked, but she proposes. applies all her tactical knowledge to planning the perfect, meaningful proposal. she enlists the help of all of her many siblings, and thankfully it all goes to plan. she still manages to surprise you, jolts you into happy tears when she gets down on one knee and pulls out two matching rings.

the engagement goes off without a hitch, but the wedding? that very quickly spirals out of control. everyone has an opinion and your head's spinning with tablescape designs and flower arrangements and jay wants to help but she's worried about being just another opinion shouting in your ear. so jay calls in some favours from clark to borrow a photographer and gets you to clear the rest of your weekend. she takes you shopping with bruce's credit card, a fun little white cocktail dress she has you wear out of the store and into the courthouse. the two of you get married right there, with only the courthouse judge and two random witnesses you kidnap from the corridors. it's done! you two are married, and it's like this great weight is lifted from both of you. Mrs. and Mrs. Todd. The ceremony, the great tentpole party, that's for everyone else but this bit is just for the two of you.

your public ceremony is the event of Gotham society's year. even the daily globe over in metropolis prints a feature on it. but jay doesn't care because her wife - her wife! - is holding her hand and kissing her to the cheers of both of their families.

(tbh i don't think the honeymoon location matters so much because she is not letting you leave the bed for three days straight after 🤭)

[delirious-donna]

From This Day Forward [Kakashi Hatake]

an: based on this beautiful ask, soft Kashi is most definitely one of my favourite ways to write him so hopefully I did your thought justice, anon.

pairing: Kakashi Hatake x female reader (established relationship)

warnings: virgin reader, pussy fingering, handjob, unprotected sex, soft and intimate throughout, kissing, yearning, anxieties over losing virginity, Kakashi is the best husband you could ever ask for

Masterlist

The day had passed in a whirlwind of blissful activity. Your earlier anxiety melted away as events unfolded without a hitch, and now you could finally say you were married to your soulmate. Married to the man you had loved for years, pining from a healthy distance until one day he had proved to you without a shadow of a doubt that your feelings were reciprocated.

Kakashi Hatake, the love of your life and the other half of your soul. The journey had been rough in places, but every moment experienced had led to this day – your wedding day.

Reciting your vows had been overwhelming, tears rising to your eyes and even the memory of Kakashi reaching out his hand to gently thumb the tears away would bring a lump to your throat. All you wanted was to be alone with him, to feel safe and secure wrapped in his strong protective arms. Thankfully you were both opposed to large flashy weddings, having long opted for a small intimate ceremony with only close friends and family attending.

With the festivities over, guests thanked, and all other duties attended to, your new husband was able to sweep you into his arms and finally cross the threshold of your shared home. Kakashi had wanted to book a honeymoon suite in a lavish inn, but you had refused. There was nowhere else you’d rather be than in your home and especially with what was still to come.

It had been hard to resist the temptation to give yourself completely to Kakashi up to this point. He was almost aggravatingly alluring, able to turn you into a whimpering mess with merely a few whispered words and some well-placed strokes of your skin. However, you had waited this long to find the right one and you wanted it to be special. How many dreams had you had of this moment? How many fantasies of finally making that last commitment had played through your mind?

“Everything okay, princess?” Kakashi asked, pulling you out of your thoughts and back into the present. His concerned expression tugged at your heartstrings, reaching out to cup his cheek and sighed at the warmth of his skin beneath your palm.

Your dress lay lovingly draped over the chair in the corner, replaying how your beloved husband had helped you out of it with what seemed like endless patience. His slightly roughened fingers made you shiver as he uncovered more of you until you were atop the bed in only your matching lingerie. A trail of his clothes started from the bedroom door until a pool of expensive material lay at the foot of the bed, discarded and crumpled.

You nodded shyly. “Mhm, I’m fine. Perhaps a little nervous,” you admitted when his eyebrow arched, suggesting he knew you weren’t being entirely truthful. 

Your arms wound around his broad back, pulling him on top of you and sighing at the comforting weight that settled over your torso. You had seen Kakashi naked more than you could feasibly count, and whilst you hadn’t had sex, you had certainly indulged in other activities. Yet it felt different knowing tonight wouldn’t end the same way it usually did.

“We don’t have to do this now; I don’t mind waiting if you’re not ready.”

Your heart lurched, shaking your head fervently and rather than using words, you rose to capture his lips, marvelling at how soft they felt as you pressed a kiss that you hoped would convey your conviction to him. The faint groan from his throat signalled your success, a palm resting at the back of your neck whilst his lips slanted further atop yours.

Kakashi was always sincere with you, ever loving and with the patience of a saint at times. He had been the one to talk you through how to touch him exactly how he liked it, encasing your much smaller hand in his and tightening your grip until the pressure was perfect. Your fingers wandered down the length of his spine, surrendering to his all-consuming kisses that only deepened further as the seconds passed. The edges of your nails raked lightly into his taut butt, smiling against his lips when the muscles flexed beneath your touch.

It wasn’t long until you were stroking him eagerly, your thumb passing over his weeping slit to collect the pearlescent precum and twisting your wrist on each upward pump of your fist. Kakashi broke away from your lips, panting and burying his face into the crook of your neck, but not before you could witness the pretty blush spread across his cheeks.

“You’re so perfect… f-fuck. Keep this up and I’ll cum before I can take you.”

Blood rushed to every part of your body, heating your skin, and making it difficult to maintain your train of thought. Luckily, your body was working on pure instinct when a hand reached between your bodies, legs falling wide, and you arched into that first touch against your pussy, now stripped of your panties. A shared moan flooded the air, your skin slick and dewy from arousal that ran messily towards those explorative fingers of your lover.

Memories of the very first time he had worked you open with these exact thick fingers washed over you. The initial discomfort had quickly given way to a pleasure you had never been able to locate by yourself. Every tender stroke of his calloused fingertips against your silken walls, each gentle circle of his thumb over your sensitive bundle of nerves. It was all like heaven and here you were experiencing it once more, though there was rarely discomfort these days.

“Come back to me,” Kakashi cooed, his lips feathering kisses from the bone behind your ear down the smooth side of your neck. “You keep disappearing into your head, don’t you feel me here?” His words timed to perfection as he pressed intently on that traitorous engorged area on your front wall, your clit jumping in time to the wriggle of your hips.

“I-I do! Kashi… this feels different.” He met your gaze with one full of love and understanding, the slight inclination of his head enough to demonstrate that he understood what you meant without you having to elaborate. It wasn’t going to end when you fell apart, there was something more and the anticipation was practically palpable in the bedroom you felt most safe and comfortable in.

His fingers sped up, widening within your tight cunt and you knew instinctively that he was doing his best to prepare you. Your eyes cast down the faint sliver of space between your torsos, mouth running dry at just how big he was, and you were expected to take him inside you. Trepidation mingled in your belly, but again your husband sensed it and acted to alleviate your concerns.

“I’ll be gentle, I’ve always promised you I would take it at your pace, haven’t I, my angel? You can take me because you were made for me. Everything about you compliments me and I hope you feel the same about me. Now, cum for me.”

How he could bring tears to your eyes at the same time as he pitched you into sweet freefall was a mystery – a Hatake secret – and one you’d never fully understand. 

The elastic band of tension pulled to almost breaking point before releasing it all at once. Your moans were desperate and honeyed, and the hand still wrapped around Kakashi’s cock tightened until you could sense the pulse beating through him. It was white hot yet refreshing; lips that murmured words you couldn’t quite hear and there was a new sensation that dragged deliberately across your skin. 

Metal - warm and polished - slid across the expanse of your stomach, the ring adorning his finger a symbol of your eternal commitment. For a moment you felt choked, the waves of your orgasm slowly lapping back and forth, mingling with the swell of emotions into a foaming mass of love and affection.

You watched through hooded lids whilst Kakashi gently removed your hand from him, kissing each of your knuckles with such reverence that your heart clenched and entwined your fingers by your head. Your eyes widened at the nudge of his cock caught against your folds, a sensation you had felt before but this time a shiver of pure carnal delight rippled down your spine.

“Breathe for me baby, it’ll hurt more if you tense or hold your breath.”

A puff of air exhaled through your nose, a breath you hadn’t realised you were holding and you gave a swift nod of assurance. Your eyes remained glued to Kakashi’s handsome face, his hips angling and guiding himself until the hot throbbing tip of his cock could prod at your tight hole.

With slow, tentative rocking motions he breached the tight ring of muscles, your eyes squeezing shut and a hiss passing through your clenched teeth. The burn was more than you expected, it made you wriggle and a strong hand wrapped around your waist.

“Gotta stay still, it’s o-okay,” his voice pitched as if he too were struggling but for different reasons. The blush on Kakashi’s cheeks deepened, his brow pinched and sharp white teeth caught the edge of his lip. Oh, he looked too sexy like this. Barely containing his own need to ensure your comfort, it made you feel wanted and desired. 

“Kiss me, make me forget.”

You needn’t ask twice, your silver-haired husband pressed his lips to you in a tender dance. A gentle sway of your lips, tongues winding together like two cats rubbing against one another and you untangled your fingers to wrap around his neck. His hair was soft as always, thick and lustrous, you scratched lightly at his scalp and the keening noises he made for you loosened you up.

Halfway; he was almost halfway inside you now and whilst it still hurt, it was becoming more manageable. Your legs trembled, locking around his waist and as your ankles met at the small of his back, your hips tilted and he slid further home with an exalted grunt. Your stomach flipped, breath catching in the back of your throat whilst you adjusted to this new experience.

The fullness was exquisite, that sense of connection so bone-deep that it was hard to distinguish where Kakashi ended and you began. For long moments you simply stared at one another, at long last he was buried to the hilt in your core, and the eye contact alone made your heart hammer. Love and tender affection shone in the depths of his steel grey eyes, the slow flutter of his lashes hypnotising and magical. 

“Kakashi… love me.”

“I already do, and have for so long. I’ve waited for this day, wished for it a million times and still my wildest dreams couldn’t compare to how it feels being here right now.”

Kakashi slowly eased back, setting an easy pace whilst you chewed over his words. The inner romantic that only you knew intimately came to the forefront and you traced the curve of his jaw with your finger. Each lazy thrust made you moan, your face twisting into an expression of ecstasy that only fed Kakashi’s. Soon, it wasn’t enough and you needed him to do… something.

Your squirming returned, no longer contained by a strong palm, hands smoothing over his strong back and delving deep into his silver locks. Kakashi moved faster, his hips snapping against you and suddenly you were aware of the wet smack of skin on skin. It aroused you further and you pleaded for more, downright begged and he only smiled at you in response.

That lazy, all-knowing smile curled the edges of his lips and crinkled the corners of his eyes. It was all you could do to keep your own eyes open, and not roll them back to the depths of your skull.

“What is it, princess?” he asked, leaning down to smooth away the scrunch above your nose with his gentle kisses. Your nails dug into the skin of his back, eliciting a surprised groan from Kakashi, his eyes widening before narrowing on you. “Need more, don’t you?”

How could he possibly know? Of course he did, he was not oblivious to the way your cunt clenched tightly around his girth on each retreat of his hips. How your body jerked when the damp patch of coarse silver hair above his cock rubbed against your clit. The tight fit was perfection, you moulded to him exactly as he had hoped you would, and if you could read his mind right now, all you would hear would be his endless love of you over and over.

Biting your lip, you nodded, blinking slowly and trying to find the words you needed to make your desires known. They were there, sitting upon the tip of your tongue but a sweep of shyness prevented you from saying them.

“Use your big girl words… I know you can do it. Ask me for anything and I will deliver, you know this.”

“Harder,” you whimpered, twisting your head to avoid his eyes. Heat caressing your cheeks, neck and across your chest at your request. Kakashi wasn’t having any of it, gripping your chin gently and turning you back to him. There was no smirking or teasing, only reassurance and the soft press of his lips.

Your thighs tightened around his sides, adjusting to his harsher thrusts and your spine arched from the bed. Kakashi took the opportunity to run his hot tongue over the lace of your bra, teeth catching the pert bud whilst holding you tightly as he loved you wholly.

Sweat clung to your skin, sticking you to the man braced above you and you squealed when a particularly forceful slam knocked against that precious sweet spot deep within you. So close, it wouldn’t take much more and secretly Kakashi was elated. He had never worked harder to stave off his orgasm as he was right now and with you.

“Ka-shi! Oh…”

“That’s it, I’ve got you. Cum for me, cream around my cock, my princess, my wife!”

It was different; you could only draw one comparison to the other orgasms you’d experienced to date and that was the rush of heat that spread like an inferno from the pit of your stomach to every inch of your skin. Your walls pulsed incessantly, clinging to your anchor in this world and letting him protect you from the intensity of your feelings.

Tears stung your eyes but not from pain, you were overwhelmed and the sudden burst of warmth in the depths of your cunt only made you screw your eyes shut even tighter. Listening to the deep groans that resonated within the muscled chest pressed to your front, warm panted breathing tickling your shoulder and neck.

“Oh fuck, I–I love you so much. I can’t stop, never get enough,” Kakashi babbled, sounding intoxicated as he painted your insides white with his seed. He caught himself on one wrist, preventing himself from smothering you in his weight but his forehead dropped to press against yours.

You weren’t sure how many minutes passed before you were able to find your ability to speak, licking over your parched lips and groaning at the faint twitches of his softening cock still buried inside your accepting walls. A part of you never wanted this moment to end, fearful that it would never be this intense ever again, and you voiced your concern with trepidation.

“Will it always be like that or was it a one-time thing?”

Scared of the answer, you busied yourself with tracing intricate designs over the dips and valleys of Kakashi’s back. His quiet chuckle made you look up.

“I will do everything in my power to ensure you see the heavens each and every day, from this day forward…”

[valeriianz]

blossoming romance prompts! Finding comfort in their scent

*arrives to the prompt several months late with starbucks* hey <3

Dream/Hob | Teen | for @dreamlingbingo adoptable square B1 "Hug Starved" | tags: human au, fluff, reunion, established relationship

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The right side of the bed no longer smells like Hob.

Dream buries his face into the pillow, rubbing his nose into the plush, down feather filled material and inhales deeply, just to make sure–

He groans softly, unable to smell anything– turning his head with a frown and staring into the empty room. 

Hob was away on a business trip. And what was supposed to be a 5-day engagement turned into a full week, now going on ten days. Hob promised to be home “soon,” but had also shown excitement over the work he was doing, the connections he was making. This was a fantastic opportunity for Hob; he was due for a promotion and Dream knew the money would be good for both of them, for their future. They had been talking about moving, buying their own home, finally finding a place to make their own. The two of them…

But they’d never been separated this long before.

It feels foolish, becoming so upset over a mere 10 days. But even when they were friends, Dream and Hob were connected at the hip, their mutual friends often teasing them about dating long before either of them confessed their feelings for each other.

Dream pulls himself up from their bed, too large for a single person, and drags his feet to put on some tea, wrapping the blanket around himself like a cape.

Now they had been “officially” dating for nearly six months, and if their friends thought Dream and Hob were super glued together while they were “just friends…” well…

They tried not to be too obnoxious about it, the PDA. But Dream had always been a very physical lover, and Hob was nothing if not an enabler. He would allow Dream to crawl onto him during social events, happily making room for Dream on his lap without breaking conversation he might’ve been in. Encourage a drunken Dream pulling Hob into a sloppy kiss in full view of the bartender, strangers, and friends, manhandling Dream until they could stumble outside or into a bathroom.

People would brush it off as the two of them being in their “honeymoon phase,” but Dream knew this passion for Hob, the unending affection and love would never wane, so long as Hob also met him time and time again. 

Because it wasn’t just Dream initiating all the contact. Hob always had his hand in Dream’s, or on his shoulder, the small of his back, even just a light touch to indicate his presence. He loved sneaking kisses wherever he could reach on Dream– his cheek, his hand, his arms. He would stare at Dream from across the room, or sitting next to each other, like he couldn’t believe Dream was there at all. It was a heady experience, Dream finally meeting his match.

On his way to the kitchen, Dream pauses to eye the now monstrous pile of dirty laundry protruding out of the bathroom hamper– too forlorn to perform the most boring task that was washing and folding. He turns and steps fully into the bathroom, flicking the light on and staring down at the tall pile of clothes and, much like a cat on a counter, knocks the basket over.

Clothes cascade to the floor, all Dream’s, of course. But near the bottom of the hamper, Hob’s old clothes revealed themselves.

Feeling just a little silly, Dream abandons his mission that was tea, and digs through the clothing until he pulls out one of Hob’s favorite sweaters, dropping the blanket to yank it on– tugging the collar up to his nose and inhaling deeply– before diving back in and finding a pair of Hob’s flannel pajama bottoms.

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Hob slips his key in the lock, unable to bite back the huge smile that stretches across his face, as he turns the door knob and steps inside the apartment.

He knows Dream will be home, and armed with that knowledge, he quietly pushes the door open, peeking around before stepping inside. Hob had told Dream he’d be home “soon,” not elaborating any further, hoping to surprise his boyfriend with his arrival. His pulse thrummed happily under his skin, making Hob giddy as he carefully shrugged off his heavy backpack letting it fall on the couch while he toes off his shoes. He bites his tongue to call out for Dream, a flicker of worry at the emptiness of both the living room and kitchen, and checks the time on his phone. 

It’s 10am. Dream had been known to sleep in, especially on his off days. Hob makes his way to the bedroom, when the bathroom light catches his eye. And then, inevitably, the tangled mess of a boyfriend sitting on the floor, surrounded by dirty laundry.

Hob’s heart flutters in his rib cage at the image of Dream in what is clearly Hob’s old clothes, his smile growing as Dream’s head snaps up, his eyes widening comically and his jaw dropping at the sight of Hob. His raven black hair is a mess and the way his eyes appear puffy and slightly sunken in makes Hob’s chest cleave in.

“Surprise, love– whoa!”

Between one blink and the next, Dream was up and leaping into Hob’s arms, causing him to stumble back until his shoulders connected with a wall, arms circling tightly around Dream, holding him steady.

Hob laughs breathlessly, his heart soaring at the sudden weight and warmth of Dream surrounding him; legs crossed around his hips and arms coiling around Hob’s shoulders, his head tucked into Hob’s hairline.

Hob squeezes back, one arm around Dream’s back and the other under his butt to hold him steady, crushing their bodies together.

“Hey,” Hob whispers into Dream’s ear, his hand rubbing up and down Dream’s back. “I missed you, too.”

Dream’s head moves, nudging his nose further into Hob’s hair and sniffing deeply, the warm air tickling Hob and causing him to laugh gently.

“You okay?”

“I am better, now.” Dream’s voice rumbles against Hob’s skull. Hob sighs at the sound, so much better in person, so much clearer and beautiful than the endless phone calls they’d shared from the past near two weeks.

“You smell like me,” Hob smiles as he speaks, finally meeting Dream’s gaze as the other man pulls himself around to lay a kiss on Hob’s lips.

And it’s not just the smell of Hob’s stale sweat on the clothes, but Hob can also smell hints of his favorite cologne– something he only breaks out for special occasions– as well as whiffs of coconut from his shampoo.

“Mm…” Dream hums after several long, long seconds reacquainting himself with the inside of Hob’s mouth, making the other man pant deliriously. “Not enough, I think.”

Hob laughs again, breathless. His arms are beginning to strain from holding Dream up for this long, but the other man seems content in staying where he is, the blue of his eyes bright and inviting; so much more alive than through a phone screen. The idea of turning and pinning Dream to the wall, or even walking them to their bed, is very tempting right now. Hob hefts Dream just a little higher and the motion rocks Dream’s hips into his, causing Dream to touch their foreheads together with a small whine of pleasure.

“I need you inside me,” Dream purrs, his hands now on Hob’s face, pushing his hair back and brushing their lips together. “Like you promised.”

Hob had indeed promised, on one of their many explicit video calls, to show Dream how much he missed him… by staying in bed all day and surrounding Dream in his warmth, his touch, promising not an inch of Dream’s flesh to be forgotten by his lips and tongue and fingers. The memory of it is enough to send fire racing through Hob’s veins, the exhaustion from his flight banished and replaced by overwhelming want.

But then Hob feels more than hears Dream’s stomach give a low growl, both of them pausing comically as it passes.

Hob quirks an eyebrow.

“Have you had breakfast yet?”

The silence is answer enough, and Hob hums, carefully bringing one hand around to press his thumb to Dream’s bottom lip.

“Come on,” Hob turns and manages a few steps out of the bathroom before Dream finally gets with the program and unfolds himself from Hob, stepping carefully onto the floor. “You’re gonna need all the energy you can get today.”

Hob winks as he says it, grinning at the playful spark in Dream’s eyes.

[girlkisser13]

being married to colin bridgerton would include

• colin bridgerton is 100% husband material. he's the kinda man you want to marry and settle down with— nerdy, tells dad jokes, and is obsessed with you.

• before meeting you, colin was a bit skeptical about marriage. he had seen both the joys and challenges it brought to his siblings and was unsure if he was ready for such a commitment.

• but from the moment he met you, there was an undeniable spark. whether it was through a chance encounter at a social event or a mutual acquaintance, you both felt an immediate connection that neither of you could ignore.

• early interactions were filled with playful banter and witty exchanges. colin’s charm and sense of humor drew you in, and he found your quick wit and intelligence equally captivating.

• the idea of lifelong commitment intimidated him. he worried about making the wrong choice or not being able to live up to his partner’s expectations.

• the moment he realises his feelings, he will aggressively (in a good way) defend you and hype you up. he is literally your best friend.

• immediately after the wedding, colin whisks you away for a romantic honeymoon across europe. he brings you to all of his favorite spots he has visited.

• he absolutely adores the fact that he would be able to call you his wife and would do so whenever possible— even if everyone in the room already knew both of you.

• colin is a hopeless romantic. random, yet thoughtful, gifts are placed around your house, especially when colin had a particularly busy day that kept him away from you.

• not all of these gifts were dresses or jewelry, but instead, they usually consisted of flowers colin had picked that reminded him of you, that new book you wanted to read, or short love letters that are addressed to you.

• once, colin had even persuaded benedict to create a sketch of you (which you adored).

• DANCING IN THE KITCHEN TOGETHER>>>

• you both have a shared journal where you document your travels with notes, sketches, and pressed flowers.

• he often surprises you with breakfast in bed, featuring dishes he’s learned from different countries.

• evenings at home are never dull, filled with colin’s amusing anecdotes and stories from his travels.

• he NEVER forgets an anniversary or special occasion.

• colin loves to work on little projects around the house. together, you both spend weekends renovating and redecorating your home, creating a cozy and welcoming space filled with personal touches.

• he has a knack for finding secret, secluded spots wherever you go. whether it's a hidden garden in the city or a private beach, you both have special places you can escape to for a bit of privacy.

• late-night conversations in bed are a staple in your relationship. colin loves to share his dreams and listen to yours.

• you both enjoy solving puzzles and playing games together. whether it’s a challenging jigsaw puzzle or a friendly chess match, these activities bring out your playful sides and provide endless entertainment.

• despite living in the same house, he leaves you sweet notes and letters in unexpected places. finding a loving message tucked into a book or left on your pillow always makes you feel cherished and adored.

• he has a habit of bringing back small keepsakes from his travels. these mementos decorate your home, each one holding a special memory and story from your adventures together.

• you both love books and have a growing home library. he often surprises you with new additions, and you spend hours browsing, reading, and discussing your favorite stories.

• above all, colin desired a genuine connection. he wasn’t interested in a marriage of convenience or social standing; he wanted a partner who truly understood and loved him.

• he finally found that partner in you. <33

[chrystal-ink]

Shadow x Fem Reader regency au part 1: Reunion

Content warning: brief mentions of blood and extreme sickness. Also this is very long. This is my first time writing for sonic and friends so hopefully they are in character.

-Enjoy

The first ball of the season was a buzz with lords and lady's alike mingling after a long winter in the countryside. Old friends were sharing gossip that had been brewing since the end of the last season, newly Weds making their first appearance after their honeymoon's, and Yong lady's such as yourself beginning to mingle with eligible young bachelors in hopes of gaining their affection.

You fiddled mindlessly with your dance card as you listened to your dear friend miss Amy Rose gossip about the newest bachelors whom have made their intentions clear for this season. Many of which had not been very promising for finding a good match this season.

" And then there is Sonic Duke of Green Hill, a very noble gentleman indeed, I had the honor of meeting his grace many years ago when he saved me from a wild horse while I was at my family's manor in the country." Amy said, a hint of admiration in her voice. " He is known for his kindness and generosity why a few years ago he took in the newly Orphaned Earl Prower as his ward after his parents passed on"

"oh yes I remember hearing about that a horrible tragedy truly." You responded.

Amy continued singing her praises of the Duke of Green Hill but you were too distracted recalling the events of the past to listen properly to your pink hedgehog friend

The Robotnicks had been family friends of yours for the past two generations. they were one of the first families to welcome Mobians into high society. The Patriarch Gerald being a major advocate for all Mobians after his son adopted a young hedgehog not long after the birth of his daughter Maria raising the two as siblings, bridging the gap between Humans and Mobian alike.

Your early childhood was often spent playing with Maria and Shadow, their family manor being like a second home to you.

Shadow being one of the only other Mobian children around your age, had been one of your best friends. Having a kind heart and caring attitude, he quickly made his way, along with Maria, into a special place inside your heart. Many afternoons were spent in innocent bliss, not knowing the tragic fate that would befall you all in a few short years.

Not long after she turned twelve Maria would contract a terrible illness that left her bedridden for months. Your parents, fearing for your health, forbid you from seeing either Shadow or Maria. The only communication allowed between the three of you was letters. you would write to Shadow and Maria every day. Often giving up your playtime inorder to make the letters as perfect as possible for your best friends, alas letters could not cure your dear friend.

Maria passed away at the age of twelve only three months after her birthday. The entire Ton mourned her passing, Her funeral was the last time you would see Shadow. Both of you much too young to fully understand the concept of grief let alone death. You remember saying your goodbyes after the service ended, being gently pulled away by your mother seeing shadow disappear behind strangers and out of your life forever.

Viscount Gerald Robotic died not long after Maria. his heart not being able to handle the grief, leaving his Title to his eldest son, Maria's father. Shadow was sent away to boarding school where he would receive the best possible education inorder to become the next viscount. And you were left behind your childhood friends becoming distant bittersweet memories.

Many years later Maria and Shadow's eldest cousin Ivo, became jealous of the nobility his grandfather denied him and in a fit of Rage killed many members of the ton including Lord and Lady Prower, Lord rabbit, and finally Shadow and Maria's father, making Shadow the youngest viscount at the ripe age of sixteen.

It had been eight long years since Maria's passing you had wondered what Shadow had been up to in that time. you had written him many times over the years but none of your letters had ever received a response. you had given up hope on ever reuniting with your old friend your new focus was obtaining a true Love match and living out the rest of your days in a life full of love with your husband, your friends, and eventually your children.

"I hear his grace even raises wild Chao in a private garden isn't he just the kindest" Amy continued. "Oh I can only dream of catching his affections, say you'll help me please as one of my dearest friends say you will."

Giggling at your friend's request you agreed. " I'm sure that when the Duke gets to know your kind heart and loving demeanor he will fall head over heals for you."

"Oh thank you! " Amy exclaimed " I will do everything in my power to make it up to you I promise anything you want I'll do it fo-"

Your friend paused something behind you had caught her attention assuming it was the Duke himself you did not bother turning around. That was until you heard the words "Introducing Viscount Shadow Robotnick."

Turning around you saw your old friend descending the grand staircase appearing much more refined and elegant than in his youth. Your heart began to flutter at the sight of him old emotions stirring with new ones. Time had been kind to him he had grown into a very handsome man he looked powerful, and plastered on his face was a look of a serious nature if you hadn't known any better you would say he looked angry but his facial expression often hid his true feelings.

" I had No idea that the Viscount was back in town did you?"

"No, not a clue" you responded distantly

💎

Shadow descend the stairs well aware that all eyes were on him.

These nobles, always looking for some kind of drama, so bored with their own lives that they must make entertainment with the personal lives of others.

This is the first time he's made an appearance in society since his father's passing two and a half years ago, and for good reason his cousin's actions had brought scandal to the Robotnick name and in order to pick up the pieces he had to handle all of his affairs privately.

He preferred it that way honestly he found much of high society tedious with it's rules and restrictions. He found many of the members of the ton odious seeing others not as privileged as beneath them. He was here for one reason and one reason only.

He scanned the room looking for his target not sure what she would look like after so long. His old friend lost in a sea of silk and lace.

Then he saw her shining like a beautiful diamond in the corner.

"Y/n" he whispered to himself

She looked as if she's seen a ghost. Which she wasn't entirely wrong he had been missing from her life for eight years.

Feeling as if he had died with Maria, he shut the world out, Including her. Chosing instead to focus on his studies and become the greatest Viscount he could be. But she never gave up on him sending him letters every six months updating him on her life and sending him words of kindness. He kept every letter she sent him and had most of them memorized.

Still, responding to her had felt like an impossible task. Every time he began a letter he would have flashbacks of his childhood playing with y/n and Maria. It was hard to think about your memories together without the images of Maria flashing into his head.

Maria so frail and weak in her bed coughing up blood and bile and him not being able do anything at all for her until she died. She was as pale as her linen sheets the only color on her face was the beaming red blood she had coughed up. This image would haunt him for the rest of his life and send him into a panic attack.

It was unfair to y/n that she had lost both of her friends at once and yet she had remained kind to him. It had been over a year since she had sent her last letter, and he had felt her absence in spades since. The silence between them had grown deafeningly still and he could bear it no longer. He had read in the paper that your family had planned for you to come out this season, this is where he would make things right.

He figured it would be easier to speak with y/n directly rather than writing a letter. He was concerned about seeing her for the first time in years would cause more memories to flood back over him but this fear had been proven wrong, the moment he laid eyes on her he felt as if he was finally home, he saw the comfort and warmth that he had been missing since Maria had passed.

Hopefully he wasn't too late, hopefully she hadn't hated him. He needed to speak with her to tell her how much he missed her.

He began to make his way over to her when he heard.

"hey Shadow! It has been ages how are you!" ugh, Sonic Duke of Green Hill an old acquaintance from boarding school. Always so eager to greet and befriend everyone he saw, no matter how resident they were to him. He had excellent leadership skills though and he made a powerful ally to any family, still didn't mean he couldn't find him annoying at times.

"you never come to these things, are you here to find a bride?" Sonic inquired.

"No, I'm here to see an old friend." Shadow responded.

"You have a friend? I would like to meet them."

"why would you want to do that?"

"For proof that you have a friend of course."

Shadow didn't have time to argue so he allowed the Duke to come along. Weaving through the crowd, he searched for y/n hoping to find her before her first dance.

💎

You hadn't been paying much attention to the conversation between you and Amy much too distracted by the presence of your old friend to focus on anything else. You felt bad for your pink friend being forced to continue the flow of conversation by herself.

What was he doing here? Why did he only show up now, after all these years? Had he known you would be here? All your questions would soon be answered.

"don't look now but the Duke is coming our way!" Amy quietly exclaimed. "Greetings your grace" she bowed to him.

Instinctively you turned and bowed to the Duke when you arose you were face to face with the Viscount Shadow. Your heart began to race as memories both good and bad flashed through your head, you were not prepared for this.

steeling yourself you bowed to him a quiet " your grace" was all you could muster for the moment.

"Indeed it has" you responded

"Miss L/N it has been awhile" Shadow said his voice much deeper than in his childhood it reminded you of freshly melted butter on toast, comforting and warm but there was a sadness too it as well.

"You know the Viscount?" Asked Amy

"Yes, we were friends as children before we met, our families have been friends for years but we haven't spoken for a great while. Eight almost nine years am I right?" You tried to come off as if you were beyond it however it came out more dejected than you had hoped.

"Yes." Shadow replied "and I regret it every day"

A quiet and somber stare shared between the two of you saying so much but not enough. you two needed to have a conversation a real one but there was no good way for you to have it. If you two were caught alone together it would cause a major scandal one that could only be repaired with a marriage neither of you wanted. The only other option was to dance together however it was improper for a lady to ask a gentleman to dance, and despite your estrangement you knew Shadow did not dance publicly but perhaps he would with good reason.

"Well it would be improper for us to make your acquaintance and not offer you a dance, Lady Rose do you have any dance slots left on your card?" The Duke was much more observant than you had expected, although he did seem rather smitten with your dear friend and perhaps was using the formality as an excuse for a dance. Either way you were thankful for the offer.

Finally the dancing began you had taken your place on the dancefloor with your suitors for the night, many of the conversations fleeting and without much substance, often asking you about your hobbies, what flowers you liked, and how many children you wanted. All pointless to you at the moment, not when you had to think about what you were going to say to the Viscount.

You and Amy had only one slot left on your card a waltz near the end of the ball. You spent the most of the night in the same group discussing the new season and everybody's hopes for it. You couldn't help but smile seeing your pink friend and the blue hedgehog slowly forming a friendship. Friendship was the foundation of a happy marriage your mother would always say, unfortunately the only male friend you currently had was standing next to you and a broken friendship it was at that.

Shadow over the years seemed to have grown quite cold. Often shutting down the duke whenever he would address him as a friend. According to Shadow they were strictly acquaintances. You began to wonder weather or not Shadow had any close friends to begin with.

He had never been the most optimistic child in the world, often needing words of encouragement from Maria or yourself. Perhaps without Maria around his pessimistic attitude had taken over, not seeing the point in things such as friendship. Maybe that was the reason he hadn't responded for all these years. No. It couldn't be, there was no possible way he could ever be so heartless, right?

You would get your answers soon enough, you just had to be patient. You have waited eight long years what's a few hours more?

You stole glances at him through the entire night, he talked to others when he had to but he spent a good amount of time watching you, waiting for his turn, an unreadable stare adorning his face. He wouldn't dance with any other young ladies which surprised you, at this point it had become abundantly clear.

Shadow was here for you and you alone the rest of society be damned.

Finally it was Shadow's turn to dance with you.

You two took your positions you were much more nervous than him, you knew shadow could sense it so when you looked at him he gave you one of his rare smiles for reassurance, all these years later it still made you feel better.

The music began and as you two settled into your movements you prepared for a hard conversation.

"how come you never wrote me" you began, no sense in wasting time on useless pleasantries.

"I wanted to but-"

"No buts you abandoned me when I needed you, when we needed each other. I wrote you all the time and you never responded."

"I didn't know what to say."

"Anything would have done, an acknowledgement that you were there, a sign that you cared even a little."

"is that why you stopped writing, because you thought I didn't care?"

"what else was I supposed to think? I wrote you for seven years and I didn't receive any response. The only information I could get about you was through gossip circles and they are hardly reliable sources. I had to move on, life is moving forward and I couldn't wait around in the past forever. I miss Maria and I think about her every day but she wouldn't want us to put our lives on hold for her. And I couldn't put my life on hold for you either, I'm sorry my lord but I had to let go. The life we had was over as soon as Maria passed you left with her and it hurt too much to hold on to you when you didn't even have the decency to write me to let me know you were alive."

Shadow was silent for a moment, you couldn't tell what he was thinking, Weather or not he felt sorry or if was angry with you for speaking out of turn.

"What I did to you was wrong." He finally spoke "I made you feel as if you weren't important to me when that couldn't be farther from the truth. I pushed you away because I couldn't bear to lose another friend I cared about but in turn I lost you too. I regret treating you the way I did but I cannot change my actions in the past, I can only hope to do better in the future."

"I missed you Shadow"

It wasn't exactly an apology but it was a start. The hedgehog in front of you may not be as you once knew him. but you could still see the kindness he carried in his eyes, you heard the sincerity in his voice when he spoke to you, felt his caring nature in the gentle way he held you as you danced.

The silence once again returned but it was more comfortable than before. Music played as you continued your waltz looking into those crimson eyes for the first time in years the candlelight reflecting off of his black fur wrapping you in it's warmth. An undeniable electricity flowing through the both of you making making your heart flutter. Suddenly it felt as if you were the only two in the ballroom all the nobility and the rest of society gone as the two of you floated throughout the dancefloor even the orchestra players disappeared leaving behind their music for you two. You could stay like this forever.

"I missed you as well Y/N"

There was still much to discuss and you had yet to forgive him, but you were content for now. Seeing that he wasn't heartless and that he had, in fact, been thinking about you all these years brought an odd flutter to your chest.

Unfortunately the song had drawn to it's conclusion and you two bowed to each other signaling the end of your dance. Shadow offered his arm to lead you off the dance floor, and hesitantly you took it.

This was shaping up to be a very interesting season indeed.

[xximpressions]

The Duchess

Anthony Bridgerton x Duchess!reader

Summary: After coming into a title you did not expect, you try to navigate rejoining the society you once knew.

Word Count: 1,710

A/N: Had this idea after seeing Netflix's spinoff of Bridgerton and could not put it down!! Let me know what you think! If I hear from enough people, I'll turn this into a series :)

Bridgerton Masterlist

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Fighting the urge to let out a sigh full of boredom, you raised the glass of sparkling wine up to your lips.

While taking a delicate sip, your eyes roamed across the vast room once again. It seemed like they were in search of something, but you honestly could not say what. For what seemed like the hundredth time, your gaze was occupied by men who drank too much, women who thought too little, and musicians whose instruments were the slightest bit out of tune.

Taking in the sight as you stood by the table of refreshments, you were hit with the sudden realization that your eyes had been in search of the glamor a high society ball once offered you.

Before you were married, a party with such intricate dances and overhanging chandeliers would have certainly filled you with awe and amazement. But these days, you found that your feelings aired more on the side of weariness than wonderment.

You supposed that was to be expected given how unpredictably cruel you knew life to be.

Since your mother’s death following your birth, and your father’s death not soon after, you were raised by a frightful aunt who married you off to some lord not even a full month into your first season.

But as the fates would have it, your new husband ended up catching a fever during your honeymoon that quickly developed into something darker.

Having just enough time to get his affairs in order, the man you were sentenced to spend the rest of your life with, took his last breath only hours later.

This unforeseen turn meant you went from wife to widow within the span of a week.

Though you were not really acquainted with the one you called husband, the rules of society still demanded that you mourn him as if you were.

So after secluding yourself and donning black for the required year and a day, you looked forward to attending an event where you did not have to wear the subdued color. 

However, now that you were here, your mind incessantly wished that you were not.

Even prior to your marriage, a part of you always thought balls to be mundane affairs with only the prospect of finding a match to make it interesting. 

But now that you were aware of all the aspects that pertain to wedded life, you were not convinced you should seek it out again.

After all, you had already achieved what many young ladies set out for by using the marital institution to secure wealth and a respectable position in society.

With all that you could want in hand, you were starting to question what you were even doing at this magnificently dull soiree since parties such as these were for matchmaking and the marriage mart—neither of which held your interest as you were coming to learn.

Setting your drink down as you stifled another sigh, you turned and decided to start looking for some kind of exit.

Slowly making your way through the throng of elegantly dressed people, you first felt relief once you came across a set of double doors on a nearby wall.

Thinking them to be the doors you originally entered through, your next emotion was confusion when you saw an outdoor garden rather than an indoor hallway on the other side.

Realizing you had made a mistake, you were about to turn back in order to rejoin the party. But as the serenity of the quiet, night air enveloped your being, you found that your feet had slowly begun to make their way forward instead.

Hoping that a simple stroll through this season’s blooms and blossoms might put you in a more agreeable mood, you continued walking through the lavish landscape. 

You were not sure how long you spent wondering, but it could not have been more than a few minutes later before you eventually gave up.

Deciding it was best to just leave altogether, you started to make your way back to the party until a sudden grip on your upper arm prevented you from doing so.

In a flash, you spun around to face the one who had grabbed you and were both terrified and relieved to see it was a face you knew.

You had been introduced while you were on your honeymoon and your husband was on his deathbed.

When it became known that his health was failing, it was this man that showed up looking for an inheritance.

Being your husband’s younger brother, you could still remember how he heartlessly announced that he was present to ensure his place in the line of succession and nothing more.

So as your present fear turned into outright irritation, you let out an annoyed huff of your brother-in-law’s name while forcefully shrugging your arm from his hand and demanding to know,

“What are you doing here?”

When your pulling away caused him to stumble in place for a moment, your other senses immediately took note of the alcoholic stench permeating from his body and the slurred way he began to speak. 

“W-what am I doing here? What are you doing here??”

He jabbed an accusatory finger in your direction as he asked this question before he brokenly followed up with,

“If…if anyone should not be here, it is you and…and not I, you wicked harlot!”

You could not deny that your eyes had narrowed the slightest bit at this insult. So after straightening your back, you coldly responded to the drunken man in front of you.

“If you wish to address me, you will do so by calling me, ‘Your Grace’. If that is too much of a challenge for you to overcome, I suggest you do not address me at all.”

Done with the idea of being in his presence, you turned to make your way back inside only to be grabbed again not even a foot away.

Quickly putting your hands up to shove as hard as you could, you pushed your late husband’s brother back as you determinedly yelled out, 

“Unhand me!”

He only stumbled back a little before regaining his barings and making a second attempt to rush you.

Only this time, he was intercepted by another man.

Letting out a gasp as your brother-in-law was suddenly thrown to the ground, you could only watch as the person still standing threateningly said,

“I believe I heard the Lady say to unhand her. I would advise leaving now before I feel the need to intervene any further.”

He kept himself in-between you and the drunk on the floor as he spoke which meant you could not see who your rescuer was. But whomever they might be, it was obvious that their tone left no room for negotiation.

Watching over the shoulder of the stranger as your husband’s brother staggered to his feet, you kept your face blank as he threw one last glare in your direction and walked away on unsteady legs until he was out of sight.

Once you could no longer see him, you let out a sigh you did not realize you were holding and raised a soothing hand to your temple as you closed your eyes.

When you opened them again, you unexpectedly found yourself staring into someone else’s gaze.

You and the handsome stranger continued to stare at one another until you remembered yourself moments later.

Clearing your throat and taking a step back, you opened your mouth and cordially said,

“Good sir, while I appreciate your stepping in, I can assure you that I had the situation well under control.”

Raising a surprised brow, the man in front of you proceeded to cross his arms over his chest as he replied.

“Oh? You looked like you were in need of rescuing from where I was standing.”

“A matter of perspective then.”

Though you allowed the flippant response, it was your rescuer who allowed an amused smirk to grow on his face after the fact. Briefly looking you up and down, his tone was confident as he quietly repeated back to you in the quiet, night air,

“A matter of perspective, indeed.”

You felt an unexplainable flutter when he said this and his eyes locked onto yours. But before you had the chance to get drawn in another time, you decided to give a prompt nod of gratitude and goodbye and returned to the party at last.

Once inside, you looked back to take in the sight of the ball as you finally neared the correct exit.

In search of something again, your eyes continued roving over the crowd until they landed on someone already looking in your direction.

Catching the gaze of your handsome rescuer from across the room, you were pleasantly surprised to have a playful smile thrown your way after a respectful bow of his head. Unable to prevent your expression from mimicking his, you tried to keep your smile to yourself as you finally turned to leave the party.

On the other side of the soiree, Anthony Bridgerton was being brought back to reality as his eldest sibling clasped a hand onto the Viscount’s shoulder.

“Brother, what are you looking at with such intensity?”

But as the second oldest Bridgerton only had to follow his brother’s eyes to see what had captured his attention, he was no longer confused when they landed on your retreating figure.

Amused, the artist turned back to the Viscount when he dazedly asked,

“Tell me Benedict, who is that?”

“I do not know. I have only seen her a few times.”

As they both watched you leave, Anthony decided that this was not enough information.

“Come now, you must know more than that.”

Smiling at his brother’s impatience, Benedict calmly replied,

“All I know is that she is widowed and has just come out of her mourning period.”

And with what he had heard at his gentlemen’s club, and all that he had read from Lady Whistedown’s column, Anthony finished putting two and two together and was suddenly hit with the fact that he knew who you were.

“That is not some widow, Brother.”

Catching the last glimpse of you, the Viscount astonishingly breathed out,

“That is the Duchess.”

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[salsakiyoomi]

Hi Hi congratulations on 1k!! Could I have a matchup with a jjk guy?

Personality-wise, I’m an introvert and have to go a few days without talking to people after prolonged socialising but I'm friendly and have no problem talking to strangers. My hobbies are volleyball, swimming, drawing, and sleeping. I’m usually either active or in bed there is no in between lol. In terms of vibe, my friends tell me I have a princessy/bit of an airhead vibe since I dress girly and am a bit slow with jokes (I am a virgo though). I'm a perfectionist with myself but laid-back when it comes to other people. I'm usually ambivalent about most things and dont have a strong opinion about anything unless I fixate on something. I always look at the bright side of things and I love love supporting people in their passions. I don't like conflict but I don't have a problem facing it head on and prefer to talk things out. My favourite season is spring but early spring, when the flowers are blooming but it's still a bit chilly outside.

My ideal type is someone protective and good at deciding things. I also need someone I admire. My love language giving is physical affection (since I hate it normally) and receiving is quality time (not spending a lot of time together but making the effort to see me). My favourite trope is a soft version of enemies to lovers? More like girl is slight tsundere but guy keeps appearing in her life to mess with her but is also only soft to her.

I'm not sure if that made sense but thank you for the event! I hope you have a nice day :)

HONEYMOON MATCHUP WITH : MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

— honeymoon :

– megumi is not one that usually makes friends, new friends at that, he is simply content with the ones he has, no need to add more to the list, right? that's how he saw it anyway, until he saw you — it felt so surreal, almost like a dream when you walked in through the school gates, you were a new kid, he could tell from the way you kept glancing all around you and fiddling with your fingers, probably nervous by the new environment as gojo showed you around, but then your gaze caught his and you threw him a friendly, awkward smile and in that moment — he knew he was doomed because your smile was so pretty and your eyes were so appealing with a glimmer in them that he just couldn't not be attracted to you — and he hated himself for it.

– despite what megumi promised himself not to do — he became friends with you, or rather you became friends with him due to mutual connections and he couldn't refuse you, so now the two stuck together like glue — on missions, after school when he'd walk you home, exchanging lunches during breaktime and even laughing at some of your jokes — and eventually, he fell for you — even though he also promised himself not to do that but how could he not? your laughter was like a drug to him and your eyes were like a sea he could get lost in and in the long run, you two started dating.

– it was, slow at first — he had to get used to your hugs and kisses ( he is deprived of physical affection ) and he did eventually — he wasn't good at initiating it though, but whenever he found himself craving your touch, he'd brush his hand against yours so you'd hold it, and usually you do, with a soft laugh you take his hand in yours and pull him down for a kiss to his cheek — and on other days when the weather would get chilly and you'd forget to bring your jacket, so you're left shivering and cold, he'd silently offer you his jacket and you take it, putting it on yourself and then pulling him into a hug, mumbling sweet nothings as you bury your face in his chest, engulfed in his comforting scent, and it was nice to say the least, megumi could get used to this.

what's on the radio : cherry, lana del rey

a/n : megumi is so baby girl, ty for the request <33

[fadelbison]

Thoughts on Joongdunk divorce and PR for branded pairs

so I read about the Joongdunk divorce era related ongoing drama and I have to say the thoughts I have are...perhaps very crazy but - sorry I have permanent brain damage from House MD - it fits. So take my opinion with grains of salt or better yet dont take it at all and just enjoy the conspiracy theory of it all. I'm fairly sure Joong is faking it and im pretty sure khaotung is...not faking whatever this 'I am going to fuck first against the nearest surface' vibe he has going on but he's certainly playing it up/into every moment like he's in a olympics style marathon thats just rail and be railed by your best friend.

Out of all the GMM men I follow, I follow Khaotung and Joong the closest and I would also say of the people I follow these two are the most likely to lie through their teeth about every single thing. And we already know that Joong has been helping FK but kind of particularly khaotung get more socmed savvy. So there is definitely some thread here to believe that PR discussions have occurred at least between Joong and FK but more likely between all four.

And the reason why I believe the Joongdunk divorce era is fake? It's becuase the thing between Joong and Est *was* real and Joong handled it completely differently. I had no idea it had happened even though I've been following Joong on IG through that entire time not until I went to twitter. I realized that whole thing was falling apart ONLY because people were talking about it. Joong's own posting was very staunchly business as usual.

And suddenly for his own branded pair right before a critical show who's success doesn't only affect him? What is he doing? Hanging neon signs that he's getting divorced. You're telling me to believe that Joong is middle school shading Dunk where even *I* could notice. Yes, I thought it was mega weird when he promo'd the THK release with pictures of him and FK but not Dunk. By this point, they *must* be aware of how people are talking about the Joongdunk divorce and what does Dunk do? Post a picture with FK but not Joong in the middle of it.

Really? Hours before the premiere?

See, the options here to me are:

1) Joong (and Dunk) has undergone a sudden and TOTAL personality change where he's suddenly inept at doing PR

or the crazier and yet to me the more likely scenario:

2) It's staged

And why would one do that? Why take the risk right before THK? To drum up engagement obviously. See we know that companies only care for numbers, these tweets and IG comments and likes are all going into some graphical format presentation in front of a guy who doesn't know or give two shits about what a divorce era is. So people talking about JD because their hobby is sniffing each other’s crotches or because they can’t stand each other is the exact same thing.

But how does Khaotung and his diabolical mind play into it, why did I bring him up in the beginning? We know that Fadel and Style start out as enemies…so like who's fucking playbook is that? Matching your promo to the dynamic of your characters? Who is the olympics gold winner in cosplaying your characters cosplaying as yourself?

I know people forget things week to week on socmed. But First and Khaotung were barely present during THK filming, soms were more or less only getting FK content from THK official twitter than First or Khaotung.

Khaotung was doing more fanservice with Joong than First at one point and he had a flurry of solo events during which soms were once more fractured between special treatment for Khaotung versus First [FK themselves were honeymooning in Busan and we got nothing other than the most brain damaging story about First scouring Busan for a hat Khaotung wanted and two posts of Khaotung ass up in their room that First must have taken].

Suddenly almost on the dot a month before THK release? They dialed the heat up without a reciprocal heat dialing up of Joongdunk. Summer Night definitely got in the way of that where Joong was giving Dunk a polite wide berth on IG liking and commenting on Summer Night stuff but not doing any CP related things.

So First and Khaotung suddenly act like they can't function without sampling each other's dicks thrice a day while Joong and Dunk stay business as usual. One pair taking the lion's share of THK hype is not a good thing for the other pair and genuinely I was like is JD really okay taking up second fiddle spot to FK for WEEKS. Lo and behold, days before THK all people can talk about is JD.

Anyway the following is an honest to god real photo of me writing this insane post. I just think things are going really well for Joong despite it all and I don't think it's on accident.

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event v2024

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader Style: gn!reader Character: Ace, Marco, Thatch Vibe: SFW Yandere AU: Government Mandated Marriage Prompt: Soft/Comfort Gift Giver: (⌐■_■) Anonymous!

Summary: The government match program matched you with Portgas D Ace, and as a bonus, his two brothers have taken it upon themselves to help the new young couple adjust.

Content Notes: sfw but as it is Yandere, there are yandere themes, so tread carefully.

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

The Match Program had paired you up with a similarly aged young man with freckles and a bright smile. You were excited to meet Ace, and had been delighted to meet his father and brothers all in the same go. They were all so sweet, and understanding.

His father had spoken with your parents at length, and you and Ace had been supervised by his older brothers, Thatch and Marco. Both were older enough that they’d effectively aged-out of the match program, but since not everyone was matched, it wasn’t too surprising.

Ace’s family was well off and his father had put you both up in a very nice apartment while you had the chance to get to know one another. Marco and Thatch helped the two of you with the wedding planning, and had taken a lot of stress off your shoulders so you could spend more time with Ace.

It had been like a fairy tale.

In a way, it still was. Fairy Tales often had princes and princesses trapped in a tower, protected by beasts and monsters as they waited for deliverance.

As you looked out the back window of your post-marriage house, watching the soft breeze shift the flowers in the intricate and delicate flower bed design, you knew no one was coming to save you. Your parents believed you were still in your honeymoon phase with Ace, who was currently laying beside you, head on your lap, as your fingers combed idly through his hair.

He wanted to give you everything, and keep you safe. Ace and his brothers knew a side of this world you had no familiarity with, and insisted that it was important to protect you from it. When Ace was at work Marco would come over and keep you company, until Thatch showed up and Marco had to leave.

Everyone would have dinner together, and then Marco and Thatch would leave the two “love birds” alone for the evening.

You were safe.

You were cared for.

You were loved, you were sure.

But in six months since the wedding, with the exception of a trip for the honeymoon, you hadn’t left the house. At first Ace had excuses about being tired from work and wanting to just nap with you, like he was now.

The more insistent you got the more apologetic he became, but he wouldn’t budge.

When you left on your own, after he’d fallen asleep after dinner, it had become quite the fiasco. You’d only left to run a few errands, things you would’ve done during the day, but you’d wanted Ace to have the chance to go with you and keep you company. He was always worried about the risks to you outside, so it seemed only fair.

You’d been halfway through your list when Marco found you. You’d gotten into a bit of a heated argument in the store, as he’d wanted to return with you to your home immediately, and you wanted to finish your shopping. Marco had caved, but by the time you were done talking with Ace after you got home you felt like you’d done something terribly wrong.

It had taken a couple days for tensions to ease, and after that Thatch and Marco had started to visit more often.

Until eventually they were just here whenever Ace wasn’t.

It was just a sign of how much you were loved, and cared for. It shouldn’t bother you. Ace treated you so sweetly, never doing anything to you unless you said yes, never coercing you into agreeing. He was so warm and tender behind closed doors, so soft and loving.

He was only worried because of all that he’d already lost. Pops’ wasn’t his biological father, like all of the man’s sons, Ace was adopted. His own family had died, he’d lost much and more beyond that, convinced that he was undeserving of peace. Of love.

“If the world took you away too, I wouldn’t know what to do.”

The words echo in your mind as he shifts a bit, looking up at you with that sweet soft smile.

“Hey sunshine.” He murmurs, kissing your knuckles before turning toward you, warming his arms against your back and pulling you into a lazy snuggle. “Let’s go see a movie tomorrow.”

Your eyes widen and you smile. “At the theater?”

Ace grins, nodding against your belly. “Yeah, at the theater. We’ll get popcorn and everything.”

“Alright,” you murmur, running your fingers through his hair again. The warmth was everything you needed, sweet and soothing. It would be nice to get out of the house tomorrow, hand in hand with your husband. Even if his brothers came with you it would still be fun.

You weren’t sure what brought on the change, but maybe time had been enough for him to realize that there was less to fear than he believed. In a way it was flattering, to be so desperately important to someone like this. It was, at least, a way to help you accept all of it.

One flaw, in an otherwise perfect union, and it was nothing more than love a little too strong.

There were certainly far worse things to contend with.

[sweetbunpura]

Updated Yuu chart~

Lover:

Yuu and Floyd was a surprise relationship that no one in NRC understands how it happened, unless you're Jade and Azul who saw it coming a mile away. They got together sometime after the events of book 4 but before book 5 started. What started out as Floyd seeking Yuu out because she was entertaining, became him seeking her out as he started craving her attention and being around her made it feel as if he could be himself without being judged. Yuu saw Floyd as someone to tag along with if you were bored and it swiftly became that she wanted to see him smile more, hear him laugh, hear him do anything. Both of them fuel the chaos the other can bring, but Yuu can calmly talk Floyd down unless someone pissed her off, then you got both angry at someone.

They very much love each other and it's nigh constant honeymoon phase for the pair.

Best Friend:

Ace and Yuu is self explanatory, one of the first jokers that managed to worm his way into her heart, even if she wants to kick his ass 50% of the time. While Yuu tries not to get into the shenanigans Ace finds himself in, sometimes caused by his own fault, she can't help but be pulled along for the ride. And as the story goes in TWST, She and our Adeuce combo are a set, do not separate.

Deuce and Yuu is also self explanatory, a pair of delinquents becoming best friends. Yuu was more than set for hating this world but seeing how Deuce tried to genuinely help her at every turn, made her change her mind. Deuce is the sole reason Yuu managed to open up to the students at NRC. Even though he didn't know she was a girl at first, it didn't change how he treated her once it was revealed (although he was a little shy when speaking to her afterwards).

Leona and Yuu grew to be friends after the stunt she pulled when she and Grim had to crash at Savanaclaw. Yuu had a habit of being able to find him and, for once, Leona didn't mind someone's company. The two end up talking, sleeping, or sometimes they can be seen playing chess or shogi (Yuu introduced it to him after talking about it). Leona grew to fall in love with Yuu and Yuu herself developed a crush on him. Of course, when she got with Floyd, that tanked their relationship for a bit and it only fixed itself after she sat him down and talked about it. The crush rears its head every now and then, but they're still best friends and that's something Leona absolutely treasures.

Jack and Yuu became very fast friends during the events of book 2 and it just grew from there. Out of all the first years, Jack is the one Yuu respects the most and if he ever gets in trouble. she would bail him out in a second (Ace and Deuce cause too much trouble so she waits to come to their aid). Jack is stronger that Yuu and they often have arm wrestling matches to she how far she's come. He's also her gym buddy, along with Epel, and Jack often pushes Yuu to do better.

Epel and Yuu are a pair of chaotic people when together, often times giving Vil a headache in the process. Yuu didn't like the gendering nonsense Epel did during book 5, but eventually they became good friends. Epel often breaks out into his country accent around Yuu and she can only understand about half of it, but still lets him speak. Once Epel saw that Yuu has muscles, he started tagging along with her and Jack so that he could try and get strong like them.

Ortho and Yuu's relationship is that image from B99 with Rosa holding the dog. "I've known Ortho for a day but if anything were to happen to him, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself." Yuu adores Ortho and really can't say no to him and he uses that to his advantage for getting her to come hang out with him and Idia. Even after the events of book 6, she couldn't find it in herself to be mad at him. Ortho sees Yuu as a big sister and always loves having her around.

Friend:

Cater and Yuu didn't get along at first, due to Yuu not really liking Cater's personality. They became slow friends and now Cater goes to Yuu if he needs to unwind and put his fake smile to rest. Yuu makes Cater spicy desserts and he became addicted really fast to them.

Jade and Yuu's friendship didn't really start until after her and Floyd got together. Yuu decided that she wanted to know more about Jade since they both share a love of nature. Jade was caught off-guard by her openness to wanting to know him, which he at first chalked up to her doing so out of obligation for dating Floyd. Jade has become quite protective of Yuu as well, both because she's Floyds partner and because she's a friend.

Kalim and Yuu's friendship is an interesting one. Basically, as soon as they meet, it started, which was unknown to Yuu at the time. Kalim's happy personality could give Yuu cavities and she can only handle so much of it at a time. He comes to her for help on how to do things himself, such as cooking and cleaning, She has received so many gifts from him for her help, that she can't say no to due to Kalim refusing to listen.

Vil and Yuu are a very interesting friendship. Yuu thought he was gonna be one of those "mean girls" at first, but soon learned that he wasn't. Yuu often tells Vil that he doesn't have to keep up that model persona around her and to just been a teenager. Vil has learned a bit from Yuu, namely how she handles herself around a school full of guys. Yuu and Vil constantly be beating those "You should act like your gender" nonsense. Both also bond over their shared dislike of Neige.

Idia and Yuu are video game buddies. He was shy around her at first, until he learned of her gaming knowledge, now they both complain about their SR and UR luck. Idia invites Yuu over for gaming tournaments and she is a menace in any team match.

Malleus and Yuu's friendship is different than how it's portrayed in the game. Although Malleus seeks Yuu out at night for talks, she sometimes keeps her distance from him. She finds him off-putting in a sense, but does like Malleus enough to form a friendship and give him the nickname of "Tsunotaro".

Lilia and Yuu's relationship is just literally them both hyping each other up. Lilia, when he comes to Yuu asking if he looks cute in an outfit and Yuu, when she comes to Lilia for somewhat stupid things. She has also banned him from her kitchen in Ramshackle after he bent one of the pots.

Sebek and Yuu's friendship definitely one that needs time to improve and grow. But they are friends, learning how the other one works. Given that Yuu is Mallues' friend, Sebek wanted to make sure she wasn't planning anything foul that morphed into him protecting her without him realizing it. Yuu tends to keep Sebek on his toes when she does stupid stunts.

Acquaintance to Friend:

Riddle and Yuu's is a slow process, but Riddle appreciates it. Yuu's basically having to rewrite what was established in his head by his harpy of a mother. Riddle does question Yuu's chose of a partner, but on the other hand, she has saved Riddle from being annoyed by Floyd.

Trey and Yuu are baking buddies. Often time spilling out their problems as they bake. Yuu has apologized to Trey for what she said about him during book 1, Trey said that she was right and she didn't have to. Trey has unintentionally become a big brother to her, despite them being the same age.

Ruggie and Yuu are the "Broke Buddies". Ruggies sometimes stops by Ramshackle when he needs a break, or when Yuu has made donuts. The two aren't seen together often, but if they are, that means they've most likely stolen something from someone. Ruggie sometimes uses "Laugh with me" on people who annoyed Yuu.

Jamil and Yuu's friendship was probably the longest it took to fix. Starting out from acquaintance, to being dislike, then back to acquaintance, and slowly becoming a friend. She straight up kept calling him "Viper" until the end of book 5. Jamil no longer sees Yuu as a nuisance, but the two sometimes mess with each other and often Jamil goes to Ramshackle to relax (and escape Kalim)

Acquaintance:

Azul and Yuu's friendship is more of Azul being only slightly scared of Yuu after book 3 (She beat him up with a part of the lounge that broke off during his overblot). He sometimes calls on Yuu to try and wrangle Floyd, but doesn't realize his mistake until it's too late. Weirdly enough, Yuu is sorta protective of Azul and somehow ended up becoming an enforcer like Jade and Floyd.

Rook and Yuu is Yuu trying her hardest with Rook and his personality, but Rook is rook. She doesn't hate him, she's just a little unnerved by him, but she can count of Rook to have her back in situations. Rook, of course, sings Yuu's praises for everything she does. The ultimate unhinged hype man.

Silver and Yuu's friendship is tied into the rest of the Diasomnia family, but she is curious about him. He's a mystery to her. Silver on the other hand, likes Yuu. He likes how much she means to the other Diasomnia members, likes how much time she spends with Lilia. He would also protect her in a heartbeat.

[penny00dreadful]

Eddie would sing Fat Bottomed Girls to Steve every chance he got.

On stage in front of thousands with grabby hands.

In the kitchen when Steve was "just trying to cook, Eds, for Christ's sake" giving his ass a few taps in time to his singing just to see it jiggle.

In the car where Steve had literally no escape and had to put up with it with a little frowny frown because he was trying so hard not to smile.

And when Robin had suspiciously been trying to keep his attention away from the stage at their wedding, Steve knew something was coming.

Steve had been expecting something to happen because Eddie was nothing if not a performer and to have an event centred around the two of them with their closest here to celebrate, he'd be more surprised if nothing happened.

But when whatever had been playing in the background faded out and he heard Eddie's voice boom out through the speakers-

Are you gonna take me home tonight?

Steve's eyes and Robin's grin grew wide at the same time.

Oh, down beside that red firelight

He hid his face in his hands, there were already whoops and wolf whistles from their gathered guests in his direction.

Are you gonna let it all hang out?

"Oh, don't pretend to be going bashful." Robin shouted at him, to be heard over Eddie's singing. "I've had to listen to too many horny thoughts from you about this song, you're so fucking in love right now, aren't you?"

Fat bottomed girls

You make the rockin' world go 'round

Steve lifted his face, unable to hide his huge smile any longer. Robin gave him a shove in the direction of the dance floor where the crowd parted for him with nudges and slaps on the shoulder.

Hey, I was just a skinny lad

Never knew no good from bad

But I knew life before I left my nursery, huh

Eddie was in his fucking element, bouncing around the small stage like it was Madison Square Garden.

He finally caught sight of Steve, who was red faced but couldn't stop grinning as he watched his now husband wave one hand down like he was mapping out curves.

Left alone with big fat Fanny

She was such a naughty nanny

Hey, big woman

You made a bad boy out of me

He fought the urge to hide his face again, especially when he remembered just who was here.

Hopper, Joyce, Mrs. Henderson, Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair, fucking Wayne was here watching him getting sexually serenaded.

Eddie continued to sing while the Corroded Coffin boys played through with matching exasperated but delighted grins, obviously having a great time simultaneously playing and embarrassing the shit out of Steve.

He was drawn to Eddie like a magnet. He didn't even remember stepping closer but next thing he knew he was in front of the stage, a one man recipient to a show just for him.

Eddie reached out and for one terrifying moment, Steve thought he was going to touch his hair.

He did not spend hours on it this morning only for it to be messed up before one of them got to be bent over their honeymoon suite bed later that night.

Eddie seemed to have realised that too, at the last second redirecting his hand to stroke over Steve's cheek.

Oh, but I still get my pleasure

Still got my greatest treasure

Hey, big woman, you gonna make a big man of me

The stage was low and it wasn't huge so Steve was only really at chest height, but he could tell in that moment and with those lyrics, all Eddie wanted to do was thrust his pelvis in Steve's face but thankfully he kept himself on a leash even though everyone behind Steve was still whooping and hollaring.

When the song finally closed out, Eddie threw the mic behind him, not much caring where it landed. Luckily for everyone's eardrums Grant managed to snatch it up with a scowl before it clattered to the ground.

Eddie wasn't paying attention though. He'd planted one hand on either of Steve's shoulders and jumped down from the stage, trusting that he'd be caught.

Which he was.

Eddie wrapped his legs around Steve's waist and Steve had to try very hard to not let his hands wander, so instead he locked his wrists under Eddie's thighs, maybe, just maybe getting away with a little pinch to the ass that only the Corroded Coffin boys could see.

They were extremely unbothered. They'd seen it all before. They'd seen much worse before.

"You're a menace." Steve grumbled, still unable to keep his smile away.

Eddie hummed in agreement, looking down on him from his higher position. "Your menace."

"My menace."