#i realized his tux was the wrong way

[cinnamoodles]

what are ur favorite anthony bridgerton five

hi! i'm assuming this says fics, and i am SO HONOURED that you trust me to recommend my favourite fics to you!

first up… the amazing and fantastic @fayes-fics, one of THE MOST skilled writers alive. she never misses!

some of my personal favs from her are:

➥ a beneficial arrangement [ ⭐️ ]

a marriage pact with a viscount. what could possibly go wrong?

➥ rescue and ruin

anthony rescues something for you… and it will likely lead to your ruin.

➥ the friends+ series

modern AU. series of fics that feature anthony & journalist!reader’s burgeoning relationship.

those are just a few of my favorites, but READ HER ENTIRE MASTERLIST! you will not regret it, promise.

secondly, a series of fics by the wonderfully talented @rubysunnday, and once again, be sure to read all of her masterlist!

➥ take my hand

as much as y/n appreciates anthony’s matchmaking efforts, it’s hard to accept them when he’s the only man she wants. luckily for her, a fall in the lake allows her to voice her feelings in more ways than one

➥ a long, long time

y/n has waited a long, long time for anthony bridgerton to finally decide to get married. but by the time he finally decides to find a wife, y/n has run out of time and anthony is suddenly faced with losing her to someone else.

➥ it’s a bad idea, me and you [ ⭐️ ]

y/n was ready to give her entire heart to anthony bridgerton. only for him to shove her aside in favour for sienna rosso. but, now, sienna is gone and despite what y/n keeps telling herself - anthony truly does own her heart.

now, for the queen of the modern!anthony au, @eleanor-bradstreet! some of my favorites from her are…

➥ gala

you attend a charity gala with your boss who really is too much trouble in a tux.

➥ locked out

when you find yourselves locked out of your house in the middle of the night, anthony has some ideas for how you can kill time.

➥ take me instead [ ⭐️ ]

you and anthony find yourselves in the middle of a bank robbery on an ill-fated day.

next we have @colettebronte, BRIDGERTON SMUT AUNTIE HERSELF WOOO!

(warning, these fics are VERY mature, and include BDSM and other possibly triggering material).

➥ rise and breathe

newly arrived back in london after a long journey across the mediterranean sea, you encounter a pathetically drunk viscount bridgerton the night he is rejected by sienna rosso. after a sobering morning on all counts, you sense that he is indeed lost and in need of a new purpose and direction. through submission and service, he may just find it.

➥ what (who) are you doing on new year’s eve?

a mysterious benefactor invites you to ring in the New Year with them.

➥ kinktober day ten: blindfolded

your tenth evening with your client. day ten for kinktober. I’m going with two prompts tonight, blindfolded and massage.

finally, we have some individual fics that stole my heart.

➥ diamonds and pearls by @multiharlot

diamonds and pearls do not make up for the lack of love in your marriage.

➥ enamoured by @dreamwritesimagines

everything you heard about matters of heart and desire told you the same thing; love could lead to heartbreak at best and disastrous results at worst. yet, you were convinced that everyone was wrong. they had to be, because love was supposed to make everyone happier, no confusion or pain in sight. regardless of how naive it sounded, you were sure that you were ready to fall in love and lose yourself in the infamous bliss. that assumption right there was a terrible mistake, though. you were nowhere near ready.

➥ right person, all the wrong times by @wwinterwitch

you and anthony have been in love with one another from the moment you met, but it seems as though nothing will ever happen between you. after you catch the attention of another gentleman, he realizes perhaps it's time to finally do something about his feelings.

➥ right in front of me by @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

the only way he could rationally find a suitable wife was by removing love from the equation all together. courtship was game of jumping through hoops he really did not want to play, and he was a viscount. surely there would be a father with a more than suitable daughter he could simply ask for your hand and get it. or the one where your arranged marriage with anthony bridgerton isn’t a loving marriage… until it is.

➥ melt away by @healmydesires

the night you give your love and body to your husband.

➥ sham, pride, and illicit affairs by @peeterparkr

or, the story of how you rejected his proposal because you once loved him.

➥ enchanted by @imthebadguyyy

you and anthony don’t need words to converse.

➥ better man by @midnightfictionlibrary

anthony must rectify his rakish ways and wed, but he has a lot to think over if he doesn’t want to lose his dearest friend forever. 

➥ no longer in denial by @iwritefandomimagines

anthony has made no secret of not wanting to marry, despite it being more than clear that he is head over heels in love with you, his “best friend”. benedict decides he is fed up of anthony’s denial, and takes matters into his own hands — by inciting jealousy from his older brother.

➥ the language of flowers by @cinnamoodles (shameless self plug)

you and anthony have been friends for as long as you can remember, but what happens when his world turns upside down? will he open his heart and let the woman silently pining for him in?

AHH ok that was it, and these are the bridgerton fics i love with all of my soul. thank you so much for your ask, it was so nice to see all these wonderful fics again.

xo, lottie !

[trentsgirl]

JUDE BELLINGHAM x fem!reader

synopsis: i have a request 🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️ imagine reader and jude fighting and him leaving for training in the middle of the fight, then he comes back in the evening and reader is crying because her childhood dog died :( so he comforts her and all that cute fluffy stuff🥰 if you’re not comfortable writing this i totally understand ofc, i hope you have a great day my love

author note: thank you so much for the request. i apologize that it took me so long to publish, i had to take a break a bit. but i’m for now 🫶

playing: felt good about you by gracie abrams.

masterlist.

“YOURE IMPOSSIBLE, JUDE,” YOU SAY, your voice sharp as you fold your arms across your chest.

“yeah? and you’re overreacting, as always,” jude shoots back, standing in the doorway with his gym bag slung over one shoulder. his tone is clipped, his dark eyes narrowed, and you can tell he’s trying to hold back more biting words.

“i’m overreacting?” you repeat, incredulous. “you’re the one who started this!”

jude lets out a frustrated laugh, shaking his head. “i don’t have time for this. i’m already late for training.”

“oh, so now it’s my fault you can’t manage your time?”

he doesn’t answer right away, his jaw clenching as he stares at you. you know he’s debating whether to argue further or just walk out. he glances at his phone and groans under his breath. “we’ll talk later,” he says firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

before you can respond, he’s out the door, the sound of it shutting behind him echoing in your chest. you stand there, fuming, replaying the argument in your head and stewing in the frustration he left behind.

you don’t even remember what started the fight—something small, something stupid—but it escalated in the way that only arguments between two stubborn people can. now, you’re alone in the quiet apartment, the silence feeling louder than anything.

you sigh, grabbing your phone and collapsing onto the couch. you scroll mindlessly, hoping the distraction will help you cool down, but it doesn’t last long.

then your phone rings. it’s your mom.

“hey mam,” you answer, your voice still tinged with irritation from earlier.

“sweetheart…” your mam’s voice is soft, hesitant. that tone immediately puts you on edge.

“what’s wrong?” you ask, sitting up straighter.

there’s a pause, and then she says it. “tux passed away this afternoon.”

you freeze. the words hit you like a punch to the gut, knocking the air from your lungs. “what?” you whisper, your voice trembling.

“he… he was old, honey. it was his time. he went peacefully, but i know how much he meant to you.”

you don’t hear much of what she says after that. the memories flood your mind—tux as a kitten, chasing your shoelaces, curling up on your lap during rainy days, purring so loud it felt like he was trying to comfort you. he’d been your companion through so much, and now he was gone.

tears spill down your cheeks before you even realize it. you manage to mumble a shaky goodbye to your mom before hanging up and curling into yourself on the couch, sobbing quietly into a throw pillow.

when jude comes home two hours later, you don’t even hear the door open. you’re in the bedroom now, curled up in bed with the lights dimmed, your tears soaking into the pillow.

“baby?” His voice carries through the apartment, but you don’t respond. “y/n?”

he steps into the bedroom a moment later, and his expression softens immediately when he sees you. “hey…” His gym bag drops to the floor as he crosses the room. “what’s going on? love, i’m sorry about the argument. i never meant—”

you shake your head, not trusting your voice to answer.

jude doesn’t hesitate. he sits down on the edge of the bed, reaching out to gently brush the hair from your face. “talk to me,” he pleads, his voice lower now, filled with concern.

your lip trembles as you finally manage to get the words out. “tux… he died.”

the weight of your grief is palpable in the air between you, and jude doesn’t say anything for a moment. he just leans in, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you against his chest. his embrace is warm, steady, and exactly what you need.

“i’m so sorry,” he murmurs into your hair. “i know how much you loved him.”

you cling to him, your fingers clutching the fabric of his hoodie as you let yourself cry. he holds you tighter, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back.

after a while, your sobs begin to subside, and jude pulls back just enough to look at you. “have you eaten?”

you shake your head.

“okay,” he says gently. “stay here. i’ll be right back.”

he disappears into the kitchen, and you hear the sounds of cupboards opening and closing, the faint hum of the microwave, and the clinking of dishes. when he returns, he’s holding a tray with a steaming mug of hot chocolate, a bowl of popcorn, and a small plate of cookies.

jude sets the tray on the nightstand before sitting down beside you again. “here you go, love,” he says, handing you the mug first.

the warmth of it seeps into your hands, and you take a small sip. it’s sweet and comforting, the perfect antidote to the heaviness in your chest. “thank you,” you whisper.

jude smiles softly, brushing his thumb across your cheek to wipe away a stray tear. “anything for you.”

he waits until you’re finished drinking, then helps you settle back against the pillows, pulling the blanket over both of you.

“remember when you showed me that picture of tux wearing that ridiculous santa hat?” he says, a hint of amusement in his voice.

you manage a small laugh, the memory of tux glaring at you with the little red hat perched crookedly on his head flashing through your mind. “he hated that thing.”

“but he put up with it for you,” jude says, smiling. “that cat loved you so much.”

you nod, your chest tightening again, but this time the tears that fall feel a little less heavy.

jude pulls you closer against him. his fingers find their way into your hair, gently combing through the strands as he places soft kisses on your temple and cheek every few minutes.

and as you lie there in his arms, the ache in your chest begins to feel just a little bit lighter.

[ferrstappen]

Everybody wants a taste l LN4

a/n: i am in an urgent need of writing ideas I've had for MONTHS so brace yourselves I guess?? also the title ofc is from pop anthem jealous by nick Jonas.

i am also very very very stressed waiting for the standing start.

pairing: Lando Norris x actress!reader

this is angst. and some tom holland after this poll results <3

summary: Lando had never been the jealous kind, but after seeing you with many co-stars, he reaches his limit. and his girlfriend doesn't like it.

No one would ever know Lando Norris' was reaching his limit as he stood on the sidelines of another press junket for his girlfriend's new movie: a coming of age movie that already was creating awards season buzz, and God was he proud of her, having witnessed the ten minute standing ovation she received during Cannes.

But of course the limelight wasn't only on her. No, it was on him.

Lando remembers when he was asked who he'd want to portray him if they ever did a biopic and he didn't hesitate: Tom Holland. There could be some similarities between the two, both British, chestnut curls, but now Lando's skin crawled just from hearing the name.

He had dealt with different co-stars during the almost two years of relationship; he'd seen her kiss them, fight with them, fall in love with them, but this was different, he never had to witness her naked skin pressed against someone else, placing her body on top of his, pretended noises he knew weren't real and authentic, but still, they were supposed to be just for him. All for the sake of making a point of her character being an adult now, some shit about an epiphany of being able to take control of her own life, make decisions about her body, and whatever the screenwriters wanted to portray.

And of course Lando didn't help himself.

user1: God has favorites, just check y/n having fake sex w tom holland and real sex w lando norris

user2: no but y/n and tom??? such a hot couple I NEED it to happen

user3: and what are you gonna do with lando and zendaya? lol user2: idc I just want y/n and tom to be a thing

And that was just the beginning, before the movie had even dropped, because the day of the premiere? Everything went wrong.

Sunny Los Angeles had welcomed you and Lando after landing from London, paparazzi eagerly waiting for the arrival at LAX, catching the perfect pictures of Lando placing you in front of him, holding your hand tightly and doing his best to shield your body from prying eyes who just wanted a couple of dollars.

Despite being jet lagged after spending a couple of days in your home in Monaco, there wasn't much time to catch a break because the moment the two of you set foot on the Beverly Hills Hotel, they barely let you take a shower before giving some nice, fluffy robes. Lando was first, out of nowhere two people were working on his hair while the other was applying some kind of serums and creams on his face, but he didn't care when it was time for another team to start working on you; Lando was mesmerized by the way your hair perfectly framed your face, the natural glow of your skin, the deep red of your lips.

"I don't like being so separated," Lando pouted, walking towards your seat, earning a giggle from you because he looked so funny and cozy with the big robe.

"There's not much we can do, baby. I can barely move," You searched for his eyes and that was when Lando got the idea. The hair stylists gasped when the racer sat down on the floor, circling his arms around one of your legs and resting his cheek on your thigh. "Oh, you're willing to be told off by the make up artists as well?" You asked him but your insides were dancing all over the place, your fingers quickly finding their place on his curls.

Neither of you noticed a Vogue photographer capturing the scene, with Lando's eyes closed and cheek smushed, with his arms secured around your leg, but neither realized representatives for Armani had walked in carrying Lando's tux and your body-hugging black velvet gown.

So far so good. A picture perfect young couple who loved each other very much and had photographers swooning by the way Lando fixes your earring and checks for lipstick on your teeth, and how you make sure his bow tie is leveled.

But then, they get to the red carpet.

It was an elegant affair, but still full of people and before he realized, the red carpet manager was separating you from him for an alone photo call before the one and only Tom Holland got there, cheerfully greeting you in front of the cameras, throwing a couple of jokes to make you laugh as he placed his hand on your back.

This was a nightmare, having to listen to people say how cute the two of you looked, a perfect on and off screen pair, chemistry on and off the screen, both your names already on the shortlist for the Oscars.

Lando's skin was starting to crawl, and it didn't help that he had to re watch the scenes haunting his mind, but this time it was out for the entire world to see, and it didn't take long for his latest instagram post to be flooded of vile comments.

when are you getting replaced by tom holland??

now tom holland can play you in movie and y/n plays herself, nothing changes lmao

lando control ur woman!!!

lucky man, she sounds so pretty I almost had to leave the theatre

lando honey you can leave her I'd never do that to you

And Lando knows he shouldn't, but when your hand reaches for his when the night ends, he pretends to look for his phone; when you try to fix a messy curl, he moves his head out of your reach.

and you know your boyfriend too well.

"Baby, are you okay?" You ask him once you reach the shared hotel room.

Lando lets out a dry chuckle, but too aware of his throat closing. "Why wouldn't I be?"

But you weren't having it, not today, not on your big day, not when you just wanted rest your head on his chest and fall asleep with his arms wrapped around your frame.

"I don't know, you tell me, you're the one acting weird,"

"I am not," Lando argued, trying to take deeper breath, but failing miserably.

"Okay Lando, whatever, I don't care. You can be selfish during a very important day for me for all I care,"

Those words struck a nerve: "Me? Selfish? Are you fucking kidding me?" Now you could see his cheeks flushing, maybe even his neck gaining some red color.

You wanted to be scared, to walk away and let him cool off any unwanted feeling or thought on his head, but you couldn't.

"No, I'm not. Please illustrate me as to what happened to put you in this insufferable mood," You argued back and watched as Lando's mouth opened and closed as he undid the cuffs from his shirt, threw the suit jacket on the leather sofa and threw away the bow tie, all in just a couple of seconds.

"Am I not allowed to be upset to watch him all over you, having to look at the both of you acting like the best of friends or lovers for all I care, and then have to watch on this fucking enormous screen how you kiss him and touch him," Lando spat the words as if they were venom; he could feel his throat closing

Your eyes widened in disbelief, your brain not processing Lando's words. "Lando, you are not making any sense. Are you listening to yourself?" You were careful not to raise your voice, knowing he wasn't in a clear space of mind, but you blood was running hot too after processing what he was implying.

"Yes, I am. (Y/N), baby, I'm tired of having to watch you making out with a different guy every a couple of months, it is so tiring, and I understand that this is your job, but..." Lando was about to continue but was stopped by you, messily taking off the heavy velvet dress and heels, putting on the first pair of jeans and oversized sweater you found. "What are you doing?"

"I don't want to listen to you anymore. You are ridiculous, Lando. You're talking about my job, my career, that I've worked my ass off, and never in a million years I thought you'd be telling me this bullshit! I'm not going to entertain this, so if you can't deal with this anymore, please let me know so that I can move on," this time your throat tightened, the last words coming out broken and choked, emotions fighting to make their way; from anger to utter sadness.

"Where are you going?" Lando didn't know if he was angry with you, disappointed in himself, maybe a mix of both as he watched you grab the Chanel black backpack.

"I don't know, but let me know if you can do this or what,"

You were sure those were the last words of the unforeseen argument, but as you were grabbing the card key of the room, Lando opened his mouth.

"Maybe you can go with Tom, everyone wants you two together anyway."

Of course he needed to get the last words.

[chillerss]

TFA Bumblebee / fem!Reader — Tuxedo

A/N: This one was requested by Tori in the (upcoming) IKYS discord server, who gobsmacked me with this glorious idea.

Request: Bumblebee sees Y/N in a tux.

Note: fem!Reader, established best friends that is maybe possibly now turning romantic… Bee would die for you.

Warnings: None!

Bumblebee did not know what a tuxedo was. He was super confused at first. Some kind of human attire that makes their protoforms more… formal?

You had to explain it like three times before you gave up. He still didn’t get the point. What was the point? He thought you looked awesome all the time.

You still had the one you had at your house, sitting in your closet largely forgotten about because you never really had any opportunity to wear it. It was sick—obviously—so you kept it around in the back of your mind just in case.

And herein came the perfect opportunity.

He brought you back home so you could snag it, brush the dust off of it, and show it off for all of the ‘Bots to see.

When you practically tumbled back into his interior with a big vertical cloth bag, he was now really confused.

“That’s a tuxedo?! It’s a bag! You think a soft garbage bag makes you look fancy?!”

“Oh my— it’s not a garage bag! It’s a protective bag. The tux is inside the bag.”

“Oh.”

When you got back to the plant, you zipped through and down the hall, bypassing Bulkhead at light speed who thought something was wrong. Why were you running so fast?

The excitement was just exploding. Finally, an excuse to wear it!

The Autobots had set up a little space for you in one of the spare rooms to call your own, and in it there was a small rack for you to hang some clothes, a mirror, and a massive stockpile of blankets and pillows for sleepovers. Thank Primus for that mirror.

Putting it on was a glorious process, and checking yourself out in your mirror brought you a great deal of pride. A tuxedo looked good on you, no denying that.

When you came sauntering into the main living space, the Autobots were waiting patiently (and thoroughly confused).

Bumblebee’s jaw dropped.

He understood. Now he gets the point.

There was something so distinguished about you, proud and confident like you were the star of the show that he didn’t even realize was happening.

He loved the way you carried yourself already, but this? Primus.

You could have kicked him right there and he probably would have thanked you for it. Honestly.

The sound of his fans kicking on caught the attention of the entire room. Slowly all optics and one pair of eyes landed on him, eyebrows and ridges raised.

The small mech almost blew up on the spot. His helmet really looked like it was about to blast off into the upper atmosphere.

“YEAH, so— I mean, I guess— stop looking at me! Look at her! She’s the one that looks all… all…”

He could feel his circuits burning with the flames of thousands of stars, and not only out of embarrassment. No—this was a new feeling.

And then you laughed, genuinely and happily. And the sound was enough to make the rest of him crumble.

Masterlist

[razorblade180]

Capturing the Spark

Weiss:*peeks into music room* Summer, sweetie? I can’t help notice you’re playing the same note for like…ten minutes.

Summer: *plucking string* I’ve reach creative bankruptcy.

Weiss:You’re sixteen. There’s something in there.

Summer:Nothing good.

She points at a decently sized pile of paper on the floor. Weiss takes a look at one and realizes it’s a whole song.

Weiss:Are these originals!? Why are they on the floor!?

Summer:I don’t like how they came out. Weeks and months of revising but they feel mediocre.

Weiss:Says you. A single opinion from a creator is damning in any art form. I could’ve listened.

Summer:You would’ve been too nice and supportive.

Weiss:Summer, I told your father he looked fat in the first tux he chose for our wedding. I will never willingly let you embarrass yourself in front of people.

Summer:…There’s been talk on the radio about my recent songs and concerts. People are saying I’m losing my spark, and they aren’t wrong if I’m being honest. Things feel…different.

Weiss:Could it be because you’re getting healthy?

Summer:Pfft, now you’re making me sound ridiculous. Yes, that’s exactly it. Being on stage feels weird now that I’m not fighting for my life. Is that wrong?

Weiss:Little bit, but I get it. Your life was on the line. Adrenaline was at an all time high.

Summer:Exactly! My body was cold and hot. I had to focus on staying myself while thousands cheered my name and had zero clue I was basically on a battlefield! Now I’m just performing.

Weiss:Haha, and that’s a bad thing? It’s gonna be an adjustment but you still have that spark. You don’t need your life on the line to bring it out. You also need to treat these songs better.

Summer:Mom, they’re garbage. My fans don’t come for me for darker stuff anyways.

Weiss:They are fruits of labor. Sure not all of them will be perfect, but not every song you make will be a hit and don’t have to be. Treat these like your puppy. Don’t throw them away because they’re a little all over the place.

Summer:Where is he right now?

Weiss:Bothering Jaune. Anyways, fuck your haters.

Summer:Wow!

Weiss:I mean it! You are the singer! You can’t make people like your music but you change the audience that fills your seats. They’re called fans because they help make you burn bright.

Summer:….

Weiss:The way I see it, you can change up your style and genre to better capture and represent the raw feelings that give you the spark, or bask in the irony of a crowd that loves you, but can’t fathom the real weight of your performance.

Summer:You’ve done that too!?

Weiss:I’ve written so many songs that come from my feelings being around my abusive father and most people don’t have a clue. We may be the entertainment at a concert, but we both know how easy it is to see the crowd as the real fools.

Summer:Yet when I talk like this, therapy gets mentioned.

Weiss:Hey, I’ve been to it many times. I know exactly who I am, and you will too. One day at a time. You’re not creatively bankrupt. You’re just not cashing in all the ideas you have.

And with that nugget of wisdom, Weiss kisses her daughter on the forehead before leaving her to think on it.

Summer:(Damn it. She’s gonna feel so proud about that line.) *grabs paper*……

xxxxxx

Weiss:*walking down stairs* I’m back. How’s the puppy?

Jaune:*holding him up* Air jail. Did you solve the one note wonder?

Weiss:Yeah, but it’s gonna get louder in sec-

🎶VVVVVRRRREEEERRRRR🎶

Both of them looked up as the sound of a distorted and almost wailing guitar started singing wildly. Jaune looked at his wife to see her casually head banging with a smug face. They weren’t even sure if the notes lead to something or if their daughter was simply going for it.

Weiss:It’s been awhile since I heard a eulogy like this.

Jaune:A eulogy?

Weiss:Can’t you hear it? It’s for the death of a pop star as we know her.

[n0ahsebastians]

a million one, a million two, your house all the way to the moon; part one

someone requested a one shot of noah and reader’s wedding day/night and i’m FINALLY writing it !! this will be in 2 parts, so here’s part one!! the wedding day !! i hope you all enjoy, this was so much fun to write ☺️☺️

(title of one shot taken from ‘simple math’ by the wldlfe)

no triggers, just fluff and cuteness :3

 He never thought he’d be here right now, dress pants and a black tux shirt adorning his frame. He’d never worn anything this uncomfortable in his entire life, he was sure of it. But he was doing it for her, for them. He could not believe this was happening. He didn’t think he was even deserving of this, of her. He remembered so vividly the day he had asked her. Just simply sitting on the couch eating ramen. He couldn’t stop looking at her the entire time. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she had asked, a smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. He smiled back, shaking his head. 

“I can’t look at you?”

“Well I mean…yes. But why?”

“I have a question for you.” He could feel the way his heart started racing before he even got the question out. His hands were starting to sweat and his ears were ringing. This was the most nervous he had ever been in his entire life, he thought. 

“Okay?” She set her bowl of soup down, pulling her feet up onto the couch and crossing her legs. She turned to face him. “What’s up?”

“Umm…well…”

She raised her eyebrows at him. Why was he acting like this? Nervous as hell?

“Noah, are you alright honey?” She reached out to touch his cheek. Her hands were chilly against the heat of his skin and she pulled away for a brief second. 

“You’re warm.” Her brow furrowed as she examined his face some more.

“I’m fucking scared,” he finally blurted out, reaching into his pocket to pull out the small box he’d had in there since 10am. A small breath escaped her lips as the realization hit her. Noah wipes his sweaty hands onto his sweats, setting the box on top of his knee.

“But I love you. I love you more than anything in this entire world, and I’m fucking lucky you’re mine. I know I’m away a lot, even when I’m home. I disappear for hours and I know you say you’re okay with it because it’s my career. And it makes me love you even more.”

Tears are beginning to well in her eyes and she laughs gently as he continues with his speech.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he reaches for her hands, lacing them together. “I want you everyday for the rest of my life,” he opens the box, revealing a small ring inside, “if you’ll have me.”

She laughs again, leaning forward to kiss him softly. He chuckles against her lips, cupping her cheeks in his hands, wiping away the tears that continue to fall down them.

“I love you,” she whispers, kissing him again. “You’re my everything.”

“You’ll marry me?”

“Of fucking course I’ll marry you,” like it’s the craziest question he’s ever asked her. He slides the ring onto her finger, watching the way she lights up even more at the small band that’s now a permanent promise between them.

“That’s been sitting in my pocket since you woke up this morning,” he admits, kissing her again. She giggles, threading her fingers through his hair. 

“Can’t believe you didn’t blow it sooner.”

“Well asking you while you’re sitting on the toilet probably would’ve been the wrong time.”

She lets out a boisterous laugh, covering her face with her hands and wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand.

“While eating ramen though was perfect. An A plus for you, my love.”

Noah smiles cheekily at his now fianceé, thinking that she could not get more beautiful than she was right now. 

Except for today. She was so beautiful, he thought. In her black pantsuit to match his own tux. She swore she would not wear a dress and he knew she meant it. He was glad she didn’t, she was perfect either way though. She was perfect to him no matter what she wore. 

Davis, Matt, Folio, Jolly, Nicholas, and Bryan were all by his side that day. His brothers. She had her mom, her two sisters, and three of her closest friends, all gathered with them in the courthouse. They had talked about not doing anything too big. They wanted something small from the beginning and they thought just a courthouse wedding was both their style. 

Noah kept messing with his collar the entire time they were waiting to walk out to the judge. He hated feeling restricted in any way with his clothing and he felt that at this very moment. Davis tried to help loosen the buttons on the collar but it was no use; he still felt incredibly restricted.

Until she walked in. He honestly felt that that was the problem. He needed to see her at least once before they became husband and wife. 

“You need to stop messing with it hun,” she told him, giving a wink to Davis who she knew had been trying to help him this whole time. 

“I’m trying but it’s fucking suffocating me, it feels like.”

He was getting frustrated, she could tell.

“Come here.”

She took him by the hand, walking down the hallway to one of the small rooms they had been allowed to use to get ready. She shut the door, locking it behind her. 

“What do you need?” She tried her best to relax him, running her hands up and down his clothed arms, over his cheeks. He was so warm, he had to have been burning up in this suit. 

“I need this…fucking suit off.” 

“Okay, hey. Look at me.”

He did. He took a shuddering breath and tried his best to stay as calm as possible. He knew this would happen and now he feels horrible. This day was supposed to be about them, about them uniting their love.

Instead he was having a fucking panic attack over his damn suit collar.

“Just breathe okay? Just breathe.”

He closed his eyes, took deep breaths in and out as he tried to calm himself down. He eventually got himself to where his suit didn’t feel so tight on him anymore.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly. She smiled softly at him.

“You never have to be sorry, love. I’m here for you now and always.”

He smiled at her, leaned forward to kiss her gently. Just letting their lips rest against one another’s for a moment. Letting them revel in their last moments as fiancés. He rests their foreheads together, running his fingers up and down the length of her arms, feeling the warmth of her skin for a moment. 

“I love you,” he whispers, his breath fanning against her lips. 

“I love you most.”

“Let’s get fucking married,” he pulls her in tight, kissing her again. She laughs against his mouth.

“Let’s do it, baby.”

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“Do you, (Reader’s name) take this man, Noah Sebastian Davis, to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, as long as you both shall live?”

She was already crying before the judge had even got the words out. Their families were standing with them, smiling from ear to ear, laughter and tears from both sides as everyone shared stories of hers and Noah’s lives. Years before they ever knew each other. It made her love him even more as he squeezed her hands in his at the judge’s words. 

“I do,” she said, her mother’s small “Yay!” causing the room to erupt in laughter. 

“Thank god,” Jolly jokingly replies, earning another laugh among everyone. 

“And do you, Noah, take (Reader’s full name) to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, as long as you both shall live?”

“Fuck yes, I do.”

She smiles so brightly as the laughter continues between them, the judge closing his book and asking for the rings. Nicholas brings one, her older sister brings the other. She places the ring on Noah’s finger, watching the way the gold band reflects off the light in the courtroom and she begins to cry again. Noah places her ring against her engagement ring, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. They lace their fingers together, knowing it’s so close to them finally being man and wife. 

“So we’ve placed the rings on each other. You’ve now been united as one,” the judge says, smiling at her and Noah. 

“By the power invested in me by the great state of California, and the county of Los Angeles, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride, Noah!”

Applause from the twelve family members erupts as Noah pulls her in tight, kissing her with everything he has. He cups her cheeks, running his thumbs over her cheekbones, the gentleness of his tongue pushing against her lips as she wraps her arms around his neck. 

“I love you so fucking much,” he whispers so only his wife can hear him. His wife. 

The cheers and hoots and hollers continue from the boys and her sister and friends. 

“I love love love you,” she says, kissing him again. “You’re my husband.” She says it like she can’t believe it’s real; she’s so full of love and emotion for this man in front of her. So incredibly in love with him she thinks she might explode.

“You’re my wife,” he says, tears falling down his cheeks. She wipes them away as they stay in their little bubble for a bit longer while everyone around them starts dancing in the courthouse. 

“Do you think we should give them some attention now?” he asks. She giggles, leaning in for another kiss, running her thumbs against the tears that have stained into his cheeks.

“Okay now we can.” 

They walk hand in hand out the courthouse doors, standing out in the hot sun to celebrate. Noah continues to complain about his collar being too tight on his neck and he’s finally able to loosen it a bit. With help from her and Davis of course. Bryan takes pictures, ones they’ll hang in their home to commemorate the day. There’s candids, kisses, and tears. There’s also laughs, intimacy, and a love so strong between everyone that gathered with them today. Noah knows he’ll remember this day for the rest of his life.

“I love you, baby,” Noah whispers into her hair as they finish up their photoshoot and walk hand in hand back to the courthouse to get ready for the reception. 

“I love you most.” 

[hippopotamusdreamer]

A Love So Profound

genre. [F] [A] [AU]

warnings. Two (2) curse words

additional notes. Female! Reader | You/Your pronouns, nonidol!AU, Reader is 2 years younger than Chan

pairing. Brother's Best Friend x Bahng sister!Reader

w.c. 1.7K

synopsis. It's a beautiful reception and you make Felix absolutely feel

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Felix stared with a fond look as you mingled about the venue. His fingers absentmindedly playing with the flowers on his lapel.

It was as if you were like a magnet, the way everyone gravitated towards you. He was aware that everyone compared him to the sun but the way you just glowed as you sat laughing with his parents.

He could only shake his head at the comparison.

As he turned away from the scene, his eye caught someone he didn’t think he would see that night. Excited, he made his way through the crowd.

“Hyung!” Felix greeted excitedly.

Hyunjin jumped as Felix clapped him on the shoulders. The taller man sitting in the nicely decorated chair of the wedding venue they were in. Right next to the bride and groom’s table.

“Yongbok-ah!”

“Hey man, so great of you to come out,” the Australian said taking a seat next to his brother from another mother.

“What and miss the wedding of the year?”

The both of them laughed as they looked back at you. You were still with his parents only this time his niece had joined in on the fun it seemed. He could see her clearly giggle as she played with your veil.

“She looks good,” Hyunjin said to the freckled man. “Who knew our little Y/N-ie could clean up well?”

Felix did. Even when they were all little kids playing in Chan’s backyard, he always knew there was something special about Y/N.

“Yeah, she looks great,” he agreed softly.

They continued to watch you as his niece decided it was time to dance. You were pulled off to the side of the table by the excitable 8 year-old, the both of you now giggling as you followed along with the child. Exaggerating in the way your arms moved with each other. You’d always been good with kids he realized. You’d probably make a pretty decent mom when you were ready.

Before he lost himself in his thoughts of the future, a voice interrupted their conversation.

“Felix, this place looks amazing,” Seungmin said, looking sharp in his tux, drink in his hand. The two older men smiled softly at the younger one.

“Thanks man,” he said earning a fist bump. “Y/N-ie was so worried about the decorations not looking right for tonight.”

“Yeah I know, I tried to tell her not to worry about it. That everything was going to be fine,” Seungmin said with amusement in his tone and a look of wonder on his face as he gazed around the room again. The color theme was mauve, powder blue, and hints of yellow.

After he found out what color mauve was, Felix thought it was a nice combination. And he wasn’t saying that because blue was his favorite color.

“What are you guys talking shit about?” Your voice had broken through everything in Felix’s mind. No matter when or where, he’d know your dulcet tones anywhere. And right now they were clear even over the music bumping throughout the venue’s speakers.

It seemed your little dance party was over as you came up to them.

“Y/N-ie!” All three men greeted you, each one giving you a hug. You lingered on one longer than the others, Felix’s heart skipping a beat in the process.

“We were just talking about your decorations,” Hyunjin finally responded. Felix watched as your brows scrunched up in worry and he immediately rounded towards his hyung with wide eyes.

“What’s wrong with the decorations, Jinnie?” Your voiced changed pitch as you frantically looked around, trying to find anything out of the ordinary. Even moving your way to stand by Seungmin’s side to check things out.

“No, nothing’s wrong with the decorations,” Seungmin reassured you, handing his drink over. “Just saying how nice everything looked. You did an amazing job bub.”

Your relief was palpable to all three of them and you gently took a sip.

“I couldn’t have done it without Lix,” you admitted while grabbing for the blonde’s hand and gave it a comforting squeeze. His hand tingled where you touched him, it was a feeling he’d never wanted to get over. “He’s been a rockstar throughout this entire wedding planning process.”

“I just did whatever you told me to,” Felix laughed gently.

“Nothing’s changed since childhood then,” Hyunjin joked which caused Seungmin to cackle out immediately. Felix could only push Hyunjin in retaliation as you chuckled behind your hand.

“Fuck off mate!” Felix cried out; grin plastered on his face.

“I’m sorry for not being more helpful though,” Seungmin lamented to the small group once the laughter subsided. “I feel bad about not being there for you.”

“That’s ok Minmin, I understood why you couldn’t help out much. It was my fault for planning a wedding during peak tax season. Who knew springtime was so important for accountants…,” you joked with a shrug, not wanting him to feel as bad as he already did.

Felix observed how Seungmin’s face became red with sheepishness. He knew that feeling well whenever it came to you. He watched on as Seungmin gently bumped his shoulder against yours, the gentleness that came from the younger man was a rare sight to see but never far whenever you were concerned. It was something only you were able to bring out in all members of your friend group.

A throat clearing into a microphone brought everyone’s attention to the DJ booth. There Chan stood in all his best man glory.

“Good evening everyone,” Chan greeted into the mic. “It’s almost nine o’clock and if it’s one thing my sister drilled into me, it’s that I have to do my Best Man speech right now.”

The older Australian easily broke the ice with a teasing joke that had everyone laughing it up.

“Chris!” You yelled out in embarrassment, smile on your face still.

“Anyways,” he continued with a cheeky grin. “For those of you don’t me, which would be weird by this point, my name is Chan but other’s call me Chris. I am grateful to be up here tonight as best man to the groom and brother of the beautiful bride. And let me tell you, what an honor, really, to be speaking on behalf of the happy couple.

When they first came to tell me they were dating, I had to take time to process what I was hearing. One of my best friends? And my little sister? Together?? I thinking to myself ‘how could they do this to me?’ But then I took a step back and actually saw how they interacted together whenever they thought I wasn’t looking. Saw the way he treated my sister with as much love and respect as anyone else in our family did. And I realized…that it wasn’t ever about me at all. Anyone who has ever met them can just tell how well they are for one another. They honestly bring out the best in each other.”

Chan cleared his throat then, trying to not show how emotional this moment was for him.

“This one time when we were way younger, Hannah and Lucas were too young at the time to remember this heehee but, Y/N-ah came outside crying, and I mean absolutely sobbing, up to me and the guys. At the time I didn’t know but it turned out she was upset because one of her favorite characters’ in a book she was reading died. And before little Channie could even do anything for her, this gangly little kid was the first one to help her in her time of need. Got her to stop crying enough to tell us what was wrong. She’d always been the sensitive one out of all of us…”

“I just found out Thorin died. I was grieving, ok!” you laughed at your past self. You made quick eye contact with Felix and shook your head with a grin at the audacity of your brother.

Felix remembered that time, too.

The were all sat in the Bahng family garage waiting for an ice cream truck to roll on by when you came crying out of the house. No one really knew what to do for you when you could barely even get your words out. Felix, being the empathetic one, immediately began crying with you instead. Changbin and Seungmin immediately trying to get the both of you to stop.

“I think it was from there that our wonderful groom always kept an eye out for my little sister. Standing here tonight, I understand why,” Chan chuckled. “Anyways, I’m so excited for you both and I’m so glad we could celebrate this special day with friends and family who have traveled from around two countries just for this night. So I say this with a full heart, I love you Y/N and Seungmin, love you brother, welcome to the family!”

As the guests clapped for Chan’s beautiful speech, Felix felt a pang in his chest as you happily turned to Seungmin. The taller man taking your hand in his as he gently set your drink down. He placed a delicate kiss to your hand before leading you to the dance floor.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please join me in welcoming the newlyweds in their first dance as a married couple,” the DJ introduced.

As the beginning of a romantic song started to play, Felix felt his shoulders slump as he stared from the sidelines with a heavy heart. Could feel the force of his own smile as he watched the love of his life dance with someone who would never be him.

He still felt the tingle in his hand where you touched him earlier. Subtly, he brought that hand to his lips, placing a small kiss where your fingers connected. He allowed himself to feel the sadness well-up inside him with something he was too late to have. The sting in his nose and a lump in his throat something he had become well accustomed to whenever he was by himself with his thoughts of you.

It was with a deep and heavy breath that Lee Felix sat down and came to terms with his loss and the love that was just so profound.

a/n. Brother's best friend AU?? But it's the OTHER best friend??? Riveting stuff.

Tag list: @elizalabs3

This in no way reflects the actual persons involved/based in this fic, nor their actual character. This is purely fiction.

© hippopotamusdreamer, est 2024. all rights reserved.

[quinnynation]

but daddy, i love him! ₊˚⊹౨ৎ ₊˚⊹ chapter I

warnings : strict parents, i think that's all

word count : 1,689

a/n : excited to start this series :)) hope you guys like it

“Christina’s being courted.” Your mother spoke, earning a hum from your father- who was scraping his fork against the porcelain plate you’d spent so long washing last night.

You blinked, mentally apologizing- you didn’t mind washing the dishes, it was the least you could do to help around the house.

“And you know her mother, Bethany is just-” Your mother scoffed, “-in shambles.” 

Your brows knit together as you looked up from your plate, “How come?” You asked, causing silence to fall across the wooden dining table.

“Because, the boy courting her is from Boston- and you know how those Boston boys behave.” Mother spoke, taking a bite of mashed potatoes. You blinked, you didn’t know how “those Boston boys” behaved- your father made sure you didn’t.

“Not our Y/n, she stays far away from boys. Isn’t that right?” Your father looked at you, smug smile on his face. You nodded quickly- “Yes dad, boys are trouble.” You said, parroting the words you’d been spoon-fed since birth.

Your father’s smug smile grew wider as he placed his large hand onto your shoulder, “Atta girl.” 

You offered him a weak smile, looking down at your now empty plate. “I’m done, may I be excused?” You asked, looking towards your mother. She sighed and nodded, motioning upstairs with her head.

You thanked her, saying goodnight to both your parents before picking up your plate and bringing it to the kitchen sink- rinsing off the porcelain with tap water.

 Once done, you swiftly made your way up the old farmhouse stairs- slipping into your room and closing the dark-stained door behind you.

You flopped onto your linen bed sheets- gasping as you heard an annoyed meow. “Sorry, Tux.” You apologized, sitting up and scratching the tuxedo tom-cat’s chin. The cat purred, brushing his body against your hand- soaking up your attention; basking in it.

Tux had been your high school graduation present, or at least- that’s what your family played it off as. Once you received Tux, you realized you had no desire to move far away from the cat. No desire to move outside the small catholic town of Clear Channel.

So you stayed, doing college on the farmhouse’s spotty wifi and your run-down laptop. You didn’t mind though! Not really, it was nice staying close to your family and the church.

The church had been your entire life for…well, your entire life. 

For as long as you could recount, you woke up at dawn every Saturday and Sunday- putting on a “perfectly modest” dress; usually adorned with some ditsy floral pattern- and walking hand in hand with your mother and father to church.

The church was the biggest building in the town, not by actual size but by popularity. Only really being rivaled by the supermarket. Meaning that if you didn’t show up there at least once a week- you’d be deemed strange.

God help anyone deemed strange by the locals of Clear Channel.

As you sat on your bed, reading ‘Sense and Sensibility’,  you heard the familiar sound of your door creaking open. 

Your eyes gazed upwards, meeting the sight of your mother; now dressed in her nightgown. She peered around your room, and you were able to immediately guess the words that would soon come out her mouth.

“Your room needs tidying.” She said, the words not surprising you one bit. Your mother seemed to always have a problem with how you decided to clean. In her eyes, you washed the porcelain too rough, scrubbed the floors with the wrong cleaners and your room was never clean enough.

“I’ll pick it up tomorrow, I had to finish my English essay today.” You explained, despite knowing your words would fall on deaf ears. “Schoolwork does not take precedence over housework.” Your mother scolded, picking up one of Tux’s toys and chucking it into the small trashcan you had in the corner of your room. 

You bit your tongue, figuring you’d just pluck it out of the can after she left. 

“Yes ma’am, I’m sorry.” You apologized, the pads of your fingertips running along the spine of the hardcover book in your hands. “Anyway, I need you to run out to the store for your father.” Your mother asked, remembering the entire reason she had entered your room.

You looked towards your digital alarm clock that sat next to your bed- bright red numbers reading ‘9:30’ stared back at you. You didn’t argue though, instead you scooted off your bed- ignoring how Tux pawed at your legs as they hit the floor.

“What does he need?” You asked as you began pulling on socks. “Tums, you know the flavor he prefers.” She said, digging into her pocket and holding out a twenty dollar bill for you to take. “I expect my change back.” Your mother added; a tone of authority taking over her voice.

You nodded, grabbing your backpack off your desk chair and taking the money from her. Satisfied, your mother left the room- a faint echo of her slamming her own bedroom door could be heard from down the hall.

Biking was by no means a hard task for you, in fact you quite enjoyed it; the feeling of cool wind hitting your face was therapeutic in a way. 

Clear Channel was small enough that hardly anyone was on the streets at this time of night, it was as if the town had a bedtime. This made you enjoy biking at night much more, sure it was nice to see your childhood friend’s parents and make small talk- but sometimes being alone was nicer.

You hopped off your old bike, placing it on the store’s rack that you were fairly certain the owners only kept in the concrete because of you. You didn’t bother locking it up, or even owning a bike lock for that matter- the people living in Clear Channel were the furthest thing from thieves.

A light shiver ran through your body as you entered the supermarket, the owners always insisted on having the A/C on full blast. Your high-school gym shoes made little to no noise as you made your way down the aisles. Of course, you knew exactly where the Tums were- but you enjoyed viewing the newly stocked items; seeing the different packaging on the cereal boxes and such.

Eventually, you made it to the over-the-counter medication, quickly grabbing a bottle of cherry flavored Tums. 

You smiled at Mr.Myers, an graying old man with deep set crows-feet; he owned the supermarket, you’d known him nearly your entire life- even spent one summer befriending his granddaughter that had come to visit him. 

“It’s a bit late for a lil’ lady like you to be out, Y/n.” Mr.Myers smiled warmly, you nervously laughed- “Father needed more Tums, y’know how he is.” You explained as he scanned the bottle. Mr.Myers simply hummed before pausing, “Say, when are you gonna leave for college? My little Maggie ‘s studying in New York.” He chuckled, a proud glow causing him to stand with his head a bit higher. 

You shrugged, “I’m fine staying online, what’s Maggie studying?” You asked- hoping to move the conversation along. You never were the best at holding conversations.

“She’ll be the first Dr.Myers, ain’t that somethin’? My granddaughter, a doctor.” The graying man’s smile was so wide that you wondered briefly if his cheeks hurt. As you opened your mouth to speak, a loud motor could be heard outside the store. 

Both you and Mr.Myers whipped your head towards the source of the noise, peering out the wide glass window that overlooked the parking lot. A group of four boys- all on motorbikes- were showing off various tricks they could perform. Most of which you weren’t aware were possible in the first place.

Mr.Myers let out a frustrated sigh, “Trouble those boys are,” He scowled. You only nodded, despite having zero knowledge of who the boys even were.

“You get home safe, Y/n.” Mr.Myers said, handing you your bag with your spare change rolled up neatly inside. You nodded once again, bidding the old man a goodbye and asking him to send your well-wishes to Maggie.

As you exited the store, you gulped down a nervous lump in your throat- praying none of the four boys would pay you any attention. You approached your bike, taking off your backpack and beginning to stuff the supermarket bag inside of it.

A sharp whistle caught your attention, causing your eyes to drift over to the boys once again. “I like your bike!” One of the boys said as he approached you, flipping up his mask to reveal a pair of bright blue eyes. You took a cautious step backwards, clutching your backpack in your hands.

The boy recognized this, lifting up his hands as a way to “surrender”. “Is it a Bruce Gordon? Where’d you get it?” He asked, eyes leaving yours and traveling to the vintage yellow bike next to you. You bit your lip nervously, huffing out a shaky breath.

“...I dunno, it was my mom’s in the ‘80s.” You answered honestly, pulling your backpack over your shoulders. The boy nodded, “Sick.”

The two of you stared at each other for a few moments before he offered out his gloved hand. “I’m Chris.” He said, you looked over towards the door of the store- seeing Mr.Myers watching you two with cautious eyes.

You simply nodded, “Y/n, you should go before Mr.Myers calls the new sheriff.” You said, pointing towards the now-cranky old man- “I heard he’s strict.” You added. Chris only laughed, hopping back on his bike and winking at you before sliding down his helmet’s visor- riding towards his friends.

You watched as the four boys all peeled out the parking lot- yelling out loud, excited cheers as Chris made his bike stand on it’s back wheel.

As you peddled back home, you found your mind trailing back to Chris and his obnoxious red motorbike- where the heck had he come from?

divider credit : @adornedwithlight

[cera-writes]

HIII i dunno if you write this but i saw open reqs and thought I’d give it a shot.

I find it really hard to find male x readers much , i see a lot of GN! Stuff but I’d really like to see m! .

Would you be willing to write a dance/ball scenario with gambit and a male reader where the reader is self conscious about how he looks in his formal clothing , but gambit proves him wrong by whisking him away in a dance and confessing his love after ?

If ur not comfy with it I totally get it and there absolutely no pressure . Writing is all about fun and i LOVE ur fics either way .

A/N: I'd be more than happy to! Thanks for your request Anon! <3 Pairing: Gambit x M!Reader Tags: fluff, confessions, mutual pining, dancing

Magnifique

The ballroom shimmered with a kaleidoscope of colors – swirling gowns the texture of twilight, men in suits as sharp as diamonds. You, however, felt like a lone pebble in this bedazzled landscape. Your tux, though well-fitted, felt foreign against your skin, and your reflection earlier had only intensified your self-consciousness.

A hand materialized on your shoulder, startling you slightly. Gambit’s debonair grin was brighter than any chandelier. “There you are, mon chéri! You look…” He trailed off, his eyes lingering on you in a way that sent a jolt through your system. Was it approval? Admiration?

“Dashing?” you offered with a nervous chuckle.

“Magnifique,” he corrected, his voice a low rumble. “Like a prince who’s stumbled into the wrong kingdom, a touch too serious perhaps.”

You rubbed the back of your neck, mumbling, “I just feel… out of place.”

Gambit’s grin softened. “Den let Gambit show you your place, mon ami.” He extended his hand, the invitation glittering in his onyx and ruby eyes.

Before you could stammer a protest, he swept you onto the dance floor. The music, a sultry tango, swirled around you. You stumbled at first, your steps hesitant, but Gambit was a master. He guided you with a gentle firmness, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

As you danced, a strange confidence bloomed within you. The spotlight seemed to fade, replaced by the warmth of Gambit’s presence. He moved with an effortless grace that was both playful and sensual, and you found yourself mirroring his movements, a hesitant smile gracing your lips.

The song ended, and you stepped back, a little breathless.

“See?” Gambit chuckled, a hint of amusement in his voice. “You were born for dis.”

His words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. You opened your mouth to reply, but he beat you to it.

“De truth is, mon chéri,” he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, “it’s not the clothes dat make de man. It’s de way he carries himself, de fire in his eyes.” He leaned in closer, his lips brushing your ear. “And right now, you’re positively incandescent.”

Heat flooded your cheeks. Before you could respond, he surprised you by cupping your face in his hands and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. It was a spark that ignited a wildfire within you.

“I love you,” he murmured against your skin, his voice thick with emotion.

The world seemed to shrink to just the two of you in that moment. The opulent ballroom, the swirling music – it all faded away. All that remained was the warmth of his touch, the sincerity in his eyes, and the dawning realization that you were truly, undeniably, magnificent in his eyes.

[littlebitsalt]

IM SO HAPPY MY REQUEST (the catboy one) TURNS MORE THAN MY EXPECTATION(≡^∇^≡) im so happy you make it story, i thought you wouldnt understand with my words(T＿T) and i love your drawing of him! :D

Thanks😍

Yandere catboy x reader

Note: this is a continuation of part 1

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Summary: 5 short stories about the catboy

<1>

Blake dreamed of this moment. Snuggling next to you, on your bed.

He had to be in his cat form in your house, and he had a new name, but it didn't matter that much.

He actually changed into his human self again to unlock the door to your room. It was a close call and he almost got caught by your brother who got thirsty at night. When he went inside your room, you were sleeping peacefully. He looked at you, occasionally touching your face, smiling.

He knew he had to turn back to Tux if he wanted to keep it safe. However, he also wanted to feel you against him in his human form for a little bit longer. He lay beside you, his eyes half closed because of exhaustion.

"..."

He knew well not to fall asleep as Blake, but he drifted off to sleep.

Blake woke up the next day, his eyes opening right up looking around the room fast. Luckily, you were asleep. After checking the time, Blake quickly changed to his cat form.

--

Blake had a busy day. He pretended to be a stray cat taken in by your family at day. He also had to stay right beside you, watching your every movement(and he loved it). And after you drifted off to sleep, he had to go to his own house, just to do things he missed at daytime.

No one really cared if he was in his house. Maybe no one really was in the house is more accurate.

Blake crawled away from your bed and went out of the house. It was midnight, and the streets were empty.

In his cat form, Blake walked to his own home. He wanted to stay with you for the night, but he couldn't. He slept in his cat form the first few nights, but he couldn't stay that way forever. Changing into his cat form was not something to do for hours.

Blake's house was empty and quiet. There was no one in the house as expected. Blake changed back to his human form and looked around. He had stuff to do, normal things he needed to take care of. He didn't want his family member to find out he is changing into his cat form regularly only to see you.

He spent the entire night awake. It was tiresome, but he managed. It was better than you waking up and finding him on your bed because he couldn't manage to stay in his cat form.

At school, all Blake did was sleep. He slept through all classes. It didn't matter to him anyways(he could catch up by studying at night). Maintaining a life as your cat was his top priority right now.

All he needed to do was get close to you as Blake, and somehow make you open up to him.

<2>

"I know there's something going on with you and Blake.*

You had to admit your friend has great insight when it comes to relationships between people.

"What? No."

"Don't lie to me."

"I'm not lying"

There was something going on with you and Blake, but it was not something normal.

"I'll prove you wrong at some point."

Your friend said, as she walked to another direction home.

You walked past where the cats usually hang out. You were listening to music through your earphones when you felt a familiar touch.

"Blake?"

It was Blake. You knew it was him easily.

"Did you miss me?"

Blake asked, smiling.

"Why did you skip school today?"

You asked.

"Huh?"

Blake looked surprised.

"Were you sick? An appointment?"

You asked again. Blake chuckled at your genuine questions.

"No, I was with my family member. Well uh.. he visits once a month to check if I'm doing ok. I spend time with him when he comes to my home."

You remembered now that Blake always skipped school once a month for some reason.

"That explains it... uh.. what do you mean by family member?"

You realized you knew nothing of Blake while Blake almost knew everything about you. Blake never told you about his story.

"... uhm.. he's my uncle. I live alone so he comes once every month to see if I'm living like a decent human being."

"Oh, okay.. that seems a bit.. lonely."

"Then you can spend time with me, and hug me back every time."

You guessed Blake's family was either super cool about him wandering around or too busy, but you didn't know Blake was that lonely.

"What did you do today? I hope you didn't get closer to anyone else, because.. I can't let you do that- well.. uh.. we practically live together, and you can't deceive me.."

"You know well I don't have much friends."

Blake held your hand until you arrived in front of the door to your house.

"Are you going to turn into a cat again?"

".. I guess so."

"You can turn into human again in my room, so don't worry."

<3>

That day was limit and Blake know that well now. Staying as a cat in your house was too much to handle. Staying awake all night and wandering around all night made stress unbearable to his body.

So when you came back home to greet Tux, Blake couldn't control himself.

And that made all his work into nothing. Now you knew he was not the cat you imagined and you cared of. You now avoid him in school, hanging out with someone else when he's right there, looking at you.

Blake raced to your house and turned to a cat before he was too sick to do so. He waited for you to come home, and see him as Tux again.

You never rejected him harshly or directly so Blake thought that if he push you farther it would work. You might accept him. Then he'll be beside you, as Blake.

<4>

"That explains everything. Why you turned into a human so suddenly, and why you always sleep in class-"

You say giving some snacks your mom bought to Blake. Blake was sitting at your desk while you unpacked your school bag.

"..."

"... but don't you think it'll be better if you.."

You stopped for a moment. You acknowledge Blake's lonely(or you assume), but does that mean you should let him be with you all day..?

"I mean.. I think staying with one person all day won't be the best idea."

You finished your sentence.

"Why not? I don't have anything to do in my house, and I love you. I want to be beside you."

Blake frowned at your statement. Standing up from the chair, he continued,

"I don't understand why you're so distant. You loved it when Tux was with you 24/7, and now you don't like the idea of me with you all day.."

Blake was now right behind you.

"... uh.... I mean that you should find something else to uhm.. accompany you."

You said.

"You're getting it all wrong. What else would I accompany when I do not have you in the first place?"

Blake was persistent about staying with you all day. You could feel that from his tone. You turned around to face Blake.

"Then... what about you come over to my house after dinner time and sleep in my room?"

"Huh..?"

"You can stay at your place and do your own things. And after dinner.. maybe about 7 or 8, you can come over to my room, and we can spend some time with each other. You can sleep in my room also."

Blake seemed to be hesitant but nodded.

".. but what will you tell your family if Tux is gone?"

Blake asked.

"I don't know.. I'll just tell them the cat ran away. I think they'll believe it. I'll pretend to be shocked about the disappearance too."

You replied, looking at Blake, who had the best expression on his face.

"Thanks.."

Blake said, his hand wrapping around your body hard.

"Okay, okay- don't hug me too hard-"

<5>

You turned off the lights and plunged onto your bed. It was been almost a week since Blake came to your room to spend time with you. Blake seemed to be enjoying the whole situation. You were sometimes tired of Blake's affection, but you managed.

"I feel like we're a married couple."

Blake said suddenly.

"You should stop daydreaming."

You said, turning your body to the opposite side of Blake.

"It's not daydreaming."

"Why?"

"I'll make it happen someday. You wait and see."

"..."

"We're already so close to each other, so I think it's only a matter of time."

Blake said with confidence.

"You always accept me. You only need some time."

[onthewaytosomewhere]

🥲💃 or 🎤- your choice!

morgan!! it's here it's done - and well cuz i can't decide you get all 3 lolz

Alex is wrapped in Henry’s arms. The DJ is playing the wrong song, not the one they practiced the whole dance to for hours. Instead, Henry pulls him close, starting with their hands entwined and the other resting on their backs. That doesn’t last long, as now he has Henry’s arms wrapped around him, one hand around his back, almost resting on his ass, beneath his unbuttoned tux jacket and the other around his shoulders, holding him to him.

Alex is wrapped around Henry similarly, a pinky tucked under his waistband where no one can see, again, thanks to a tux jacket. His other hand is entwined in the hair resting on the nape of his neck; he loves how he’s let it grow out over the years once he realized Alex likes to play with it just as much as Henry loves his. This moment is perfect, even if it hasn’t played out the way they planned, but really, they’ve been rolling with the punches all day. Alex knows that when he looks back at this, all he’ll remember is the good moments, and even the moments that went wrong will still be perfect.

Of course, it started with Henry in tears this morning and Alex bypassing everyone’s plans to keep them apart to fix that. He arrives in Henry’s room, and slips past Bea and Pez as they are hunting down Henry’s notes for his vows, the notes that are in Henry’s hands as Alex enters the room. Alex has him wrapped in his arms before Henry can spill out his thoughts about how his vows are not nearly good enough for their wedding. How Alex deserves so much better than the mediocre vows Henry has come up with. Alex situates them on the bed in the room and has Henry read them to him, arguing that the vows are for him and that he should be the one to judge them. Of course, Alex is also in tears before Henry is done because Henry’s vows are perfection and make him feel so many things that he can’t put into words.

Having already cried about the vows helps Alex keep his tears in check during the ceremony, but that only lasts until they are sitting at the table set up for them for their reception. June is giving a speech that both succeeds in embarrassing him and making him an emotional mess. Of course, Bea does an equally fantastic job of embarrassing and making Henry cry, so they’re quite the pair sitting at their table in tears, holding each other. Now, they’re entwined in each other, and Alex gestures for the DJ to play another slow song so he can stay right where he is.

[jaimexbrienne-fic-finder]

Warmth

It's really cold where I am, so I am re-reading and collecting stories that make me feel warm. This is not a tangiable theme, just ~vibes, so it might not feel the same for everyone! But all of them are nice and with a happy ending!

This is Halloween by captainellie

Halloween definition: Surprisingly, how two roommates plus two kids become a family.

Marry Me, Because I Want to Date You by elizadunc (Ladybugbear2)

Jaime's been proposing to Brienne since college. Brienne has been taking it as a joke since college.

It started with a dare by WauryD

It’s easy to make someone angry. It’s harder to deal with the fallout of making them smile.

A weird dream makes Brienne question things.

The Shooting Party by sea_spirit

Scotland, 1921. When Brienne finds out her father is bringing an unwelcome guest from her past to join a shooting party at Winterfell, Sansa suggests that she ask her friend Lord Jaime Lannister for his assistance.

An Afternoon at Aerys Ancient Baths by hillaryschu

Brienne accidentally takes Jaime somewhere super sexy for his birthday and they realize it's actually what they both want. A trip to a modern bathhouse.

Found Wanting by dreadwulf

Brienne is still convinced that the entire affair is a joke on her. Surely there is a real bride somewhere in the castle, who will be brought out once the crowd has had a good laugh at the cow in a satin gown. When she said as much to her intended, he said it was surely a joke on them both. Let them laugh, he said. What’s funnier is that Queen Daenerys made the match in the first place – she must have thought them intolerable to one another. The Beauty and the Kingslayer. Surely Brienne could see the humor in it?

pillow talk by djelibeybi

There are still a lot of things Brienne is afraid to say, but she's trying to be brave.

give it a chance Serries by sameboots

In which Jaime is an important person, Brienne is his P.A., Jaime is hard to deal with, and Brienne is very patient.

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“Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful.”

“That’s not why I hate you.” Brienne turns around with the tux in hand to find Jaime looking at her like a kicked puppy. “What?”

“You hate me?”

Jaime actually sounds wounded. Brienne pinches the bridge of her nose.

Let's go our separate ways in the night (But know that you're flying home to me) by ImberReader

The first time Jaime kisses her hand she thinks it's part of his promise that they will meet again. And while she's not technically wrong, it takes two more kisses for her to realizes it's so much more than that.

Madness by RoseHeart

Brienne brings Jaime to the Quiet Isle after Pennytree and tries to save everyone, but no one expected what would happen when Jaime tries to save her.

Ring Them Bells by kirazi

His mouth is set in an unhappy line, and she knows he hears it as a sentence she’s passing on him, a just punishment for his crimes. Good, she thinks, yes. I sentence you to live. Live, and find a way to come to terms with it. Live, and never make me watch you ride to your own grave again.

(Jaime rings the bells, and from there, the future unfolds differently. A story about two tired knights on a slow boat to Tarth, working things out.)

The Alcove by RoseHeart

A one shot inspired by the lovely art by jokertookmypicture.

Jaime and Brienne have survived war and winter. But now they must try to find their new lives amidst something they have never truly experienced before: peace.

Head, Hand, Heart by ddagent

When Jaime slays King Aerys, there is no one to take his place. Ned, fearing a Lannister rise to power, suggests his father’s ward, Brienne of Tarth, take the throne. She reluctantly agrees, and finds an ally in Ser Jaime. His loyalty is given by asking just one question: why.

As the Maid of Tarth becomes Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, the Kingslayer becomes Hand to the Queen. And, the longer they spend together, possibly more…

maybe, perhaps, almost by lionoflannistarth (eldritch_beau)

“You haven’t visited the Maester yet, have you?” Brienne asks.

“Oh come now,” Jaime just shrugs, looking up at her with a boyish grin, “you’ve seen me worse.”

Her blue eyes are shining, brimming with life and for a second he feels a mad abandon. She is alive. So is he.

He should just fucking kiss her.

I'm dying to be born again by angel_deux

After the wars are done, Daenerys is queen of the six kingdoms. Jon and Sansa Stark rule the north. And Jaime serves as a hostage in Kings Landing to ensure his brother's good behavior. When Tyrion schemes to see Jaime married off and removed from the city, Jaime is allowed to choose his wife.

He should be happier that the woman he loves is quick to accept his proposal. Except maybe it's too quick. And she just says, "all right". And she calls it sensible.

aka Jaime and Brienne get married to keep the friendship alive, and Jaime pines for his literal wife.

Maiden, Monster, Knight by PrioritiesSorted

The tale was told throughout the Seven Kingdoms: the tale of a mother’s mad grief, the tale of the maiden in the tower, the tale of the dragon who guarded her. A dragon who had once been a girl.

The Unicorn Incident by sdwolfpup

Catelyn needs a unicorn horn. Jaime knows where one is. Brienne is the only virgin she trusts to go with him. Time for a sexually awkward two-person road trip!

cold by djelibeybi

The world is ending soon, she thought. That’s enough to make any man act strangely.

Go On by sdwolfpup

The entirely soft tale of Brienne-with-the-fish and Jaime-with-the-bar, the cheating ex-boyfriend that inadvertently brings them together, and the supportive and exasperated support systems in their lives that help them see that even after heartbreak, life goes on.

Something Real by francoeurs

In which Jaime has a nightmare and overreacts just a bit.

[lady-wallace]

Surrender the Night (Hellsing)

It's time for another Hellsing fic because the brainrot is back.

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A party at the palace leads to Alucard asking Integra to dance.

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Read on Ao3

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“My, is it not dangerous for the Hellsing heir to be out here alone in the dark?”

            Integra’s head snapped up to see Alucard himself melting out of the shadows. Speak of the devil…

            “What the hell are you doing here?” she demanded.

            He smiled, leaning back against the railing as he faced her. His fangs glinted in the moonlight. “The Queen invited me. I thought it would be rude not to show up. We’re old friends, you know.”

            Integra reached for another cigarette. “I can order you to go back.”

            “Should you though, Master?” Alucard asked her, raising an eyebrow. “After all, anyone could take the opportunity to take advantage of you out here on your own. I’m meant to be a good guard dog.” He eyed her up and down. “And I doubt you have a substantial weapon on you in that number.”

            Integra felt her face flush, glad of the darkness to hide it. “Shut it,” she snapped, though he wasn’t wrong. The strapless, corseted gown didn’t exactly provide any places for her to stow anything with real firepower. “If you came for the party, why don’t you go enjoy it and leave me be.”

            “Because I thought you might want some company,” Alucard replied simply, making Integra fume all over again. “And you hate parties. All the small-talk—the attempt at courting...”

            “That is none of your damned business!” Integra snapped, spinning around to find him too close, towering over her by at least a head and a half. She hated having to look up at him, and as if knowing that he leaned down against the railing.

            “Is it not?” he inquired. “After all, anyone you were to marry would ultimately become a part and parcel master to me as well. And it might surprise you, Integra, but I hate to see you upset.”

            She gritted her teeth, wanting to call him out for using her name so familiarly. But she finally noticed that he was also dressed up for the occasion. In some Regency-inspired tailcoat with his hair tied behind him aside from the forelock that always brushed his forehead, covering his eyes in a rakish way. Integra shook her head, giving him a pointed once-over. “You realize you’re about one and a half centuries out of style?”

            Alucard smirked, bowing his head. “Forgive me. I should have known better.” His form shifted and he was suddenly wearing a well-fitting tux, still with tails, but with a slim tie instead of a cravat, and ankle boots, his hair in its usual shorter style. “Better?”

            Integra grunted, refusing to acknowledge that he looked better in the outfit than any of the other men she had seen that night. “It will do.”

            He smirked playfully as if he was aware of her errant thoughts, then surprised her by holding out one hand.

            “If it is not too bold of me, Master Integra—might I ask you to dance?”

[themculibrary]

New Year's Fluff Masterlist

A Kiss Before Midnight (ao3) - stuckinthepast (theboybarnes) steve/bucky T, 1k

Summary: Steve and Bucky sneak out of the party early so they can be each others first kiss of the year, but can they wait until midnight?

All I Can Taste (ao3) - SailorChibi bucky/steve/tony/t'challa G, 2k

Summary: Tony thought he’d be spending New Year’s Eve alone.

He was wrong.

A New Beginning (ao3) - starksdummy bruce/clint G, 673

Summary: Bruce isn't looking forward to facing another New Year's Eve alone.

A New Start (ao3) - notvegs bucky/clint G, 1k

Summary: Bucky needs a new start for the new year and is surprised in who he finds it.

Fireworks (ao3) - shipskicksandgiggles harley/peter G, 1k

Summary: Spending New Year’s alone was perfectly fine with Peter. That changes when his best friend shows up at his door with a couple of glasses and a bottle of champagne

gonna show him i care (ao3) - allcolorsoftherainbow sam/bucky G, 4k

Summary: Based on the Tumblr prompt: “Character A is stuck working in a coffee shop on Christmas Day and Character B is the lonely soul spending their whole day there.”

i’d say i love you with my final breath (ao3) - wmthackeray druig/makkari N/R, 2k

Summary: He presses his forehead to hers and it’s like hundreds of years of tension simply drips off of her, and she feels lighter than ever. As if she could run through the entire universe – but she won’t, since she’s back in the place she likes best.

On the eve of a new millennium, Makkari decides she’s tired of celebrating alone. So she pays Druig a visit.

I'll Be So Blue Just Thinking About You (ao3) - bloodfest peter/thor T, 15k

Summary: All the lights and the music and the presents from Mantis' Christmas party had been nothing short of amazing, but Peter still found himself feeling like something was missing.

Or, more accurately, someone.

Just Another Day (ao3) - dreamerfound T, 340

Summary: Clint has no desire to celebrate the new year.

Next Year and Forever (ao3) - RiaRose steve/tony T, 9k

Summary: The Nomad Resort, owned by Steve Rogers, has become a home away from home for many of the world's elite. During the winter holidays, it hosts an ice exhibition with Olympic gold medalist Anthony Stark. He's done the show for five years running, despite everyone being confused as to why a world-class figure skater would want to do the same show over and over. Especially when he's invited to perform at bigger and better venues.

It just so happens that he and the resort owner have quite the crush on each other. They just don't realize the other feels the same.

New Year's Dance (ao3) - james clint/phil G, 451

Summary: Just a tiny snippet of Clint on New Year's.

Off the Mark (ao3) - brandnewfashion steve/tony T, 11k

Summary: In which Tony makes assumptions, and Steve disproves every single one of them.

Aka a “five times Steve surprised Tony, and one time Tony surprised Steve” story.

Reason for the Season (ao3) - TheologyDiscography bucky/brock M, 1k

Summary: Brock and Winter getting a peaceful moment together after a mission.

Resolved (ao3) - FestiveFerret steve/tony T, 3k

Summary: Okay. He just had to approach it like a mission. Objective: Kiss Tony Stark at midnight.

Smooth Like Velvet (ao3) - Rubick sam/bucky T, 5k

Summary: Steve hummed, taking a step back. “Sam is not going to know what hit him when he sees you.”

Bucky’s pulse spiked as he frowned at Steve. “What—What are you talking about? Why would I care what Sam thinks?”

Steve chuckled and looked at him the way Bucky had seen him look at Tony way too often—with a mixture of frustration and fondness. “Come on, Buck. You don’t have to hide it with me.”

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It’s the Stark annual NYE bash, Bucky’s in a tux, and he’s not staring at Sam across the dance floor.

He’s totally not.

The Wine Thief (ao3) - LaraWinner darcy/loki G, 1k

Summary: A chance meeting and new beginnings.

Three, Two, One (ao3) - SailorChibi tony/stephen T, 2k

Summary: Tony throws a New Year’s Eve party to help Peter save face, never expecting that he’ll receive a kiss of his own from his crush at midnight.

Traditions (ao3) - JustJill clint/darcy T, 710

Summary: Clint and Darcy spend NYE together.

What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve? (ao3) - PlayItRight yelena/kate T, 8k

Summary: After the craziest Christmas of Kate Bishop’s life, she’s back home and ready to relax for the end of the year. But when Kate receives a text from a mysterious yet familiar unknown number, will New Year’s really be relaxing?

When Christmas Spirit knocks on your door (ao3) - MonsterinaCup peggy/steve G, 11k

Summary: When the spirit of Christmas decides to visit someone, it makes someone's life more interesting. Just ask Peggy, and she'll tell you her story.

When Saturday morning came, December 23, Peggy was ready to keep herself busy reviewing the cases she handled. Given that SHIELD Law firm is closed for the holidays until the 27th, Peggy is left with no choice but to take a break and find something to do for Christmas. Unfortunately, reading cases is the only thing Peggy could think of doing. Or so, she thought.

[doueverwonder]

do you have any fluffy aushun headcanons? (we need more loving content of aushun, I feel like there are so little of it😔❤️)

BOY DO I and I completely agree!! I feel like there’s so much angst and not enough fluff 😭

Erzsébet is a terrible piano player, just absolutely cannot get a hang of it, Roderich writes simple duet parts to songs so they can play together <3

Erzsí can speak German with a perfect Viennese accent but purposefully exaggerates his Hungarian accent anyway to annoy Roderich (jokes on her he thinks her accent is adorable).

opposite way except Roderich couldn't speak Hungarian sounding like a native speaker if his life depended on it, honestly he borders unintelligible, so he's very self conscious about speaking it. (jokes on him they think his accent is adorable)

they have so many pet names its not even funny, you think you've heard them all you are wrong and fool for thinking so.

On a similar note usually they call each other pet names in their own languages but Erzsí will call him süße or he'll call her szívem and u can just watch both of them melt over it <3

the whole thing sometime in the late fifties where they had to decide to love each other is really soft, like the shift in their relationship from being forced into proximity, and then the technically arranged marriage to the "I want you as a person, not you as a nation"

they refer to each other as if they're still married to the point that other nations have started referring to them as if they're still married.

they are the couple that gets into serious arguments in public but then you actually listen and realize they're fighting over like,,, idk the best type of cake frosting.

Roderich's response to Erzsébet being sad is to bake for them, Erzsí's response to Roderich being sad is to cook for him.

They realize the other is sad and make food for them. That's it. That's the hc.

They go to balls still and Roderich can't dance for very long (and as much as she'll deny is Erzsí's age is catching up too) but even then they'll stay all night just to watch everyone else because it reminds them of when they were younger.

Also to show everyone else up by being the best waltzers there.

Also also Erzsí literally thinks Roderich will never look more handsome then when he's in a tux so :\

They both actually HATE snobby art museums but will spend all day at small local art shows

idk what they're snobby about and what they're not is kinda funny bc they do still have date nights thats shit like going to opera's and to see symphony orchestras.

music nerds of the highest degree named both their sons after composers

Roderich hates horse riding with every ounce of his being, simply despises it, cars are his favorite invention ever bc they insured he would never have to ride a horse again.

he'll go horseback riding with Erzsí because it makes her happy.

i ended up rambling i'm sorry but yeah i love them <3

[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

Angel of God, My Guardian Dear Chapter 20: Reader

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+, MINORS DNI)

Story Summary: While speaking at a local school for visually impaired youth, Matt runs into his childhood best friend, with whom he lost touch almost 20 years prior.

Warning/Tags: Smut, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, bit of breeding kink in this chapter

Word Count: ~ 3k for this chapter

A/N: Well, we've finally reached the end! Thank you to everyone who has read and liked/commented on this story -- I appreciate each and every one of you!

I'm definitely planning on continuing with The St. Agnes Years, plus I'm in the process of writing 3 one-shot sequels, so stay tuned for those!

"Let's give one more round of applause for the new Mr. & Mrs. Murdock!" The deejay said as Matt and Y/N made their way through the tunnel of well-wishers to the limousine that was waiting to whisk them away towards their new life as husband and wife.

Man, I'm glad I thought about bringing a going-away dress, Y/N thought. As beautiful and comfortable as her wedding dress was, she was happy to have had the thought of having something to change into before she and Matt had left their reception.

Matt motioned for Y/N to get into the limo first, then slid in after her.

As soon as the door was shut, Y/N pulled Matt in for a kiss. "I'm so happy to finally have gotten to marry you."

Matt let out a happy hum against her lips. "Mmm, me too, and it only took about 15 years later than I originally had hoped.”

Y/N laughed. “Hey, better late than never though, right, husband ?”

Matt chuckled. “Right you are, wife .”

Y/N turned towards the darkened window as the limo pulled out of the church parking lot and turned in the opposite direction of Matt's -- our , she silently corrected herself -- apartment. "Hey, wait, we're going the wrong way."

"Oh no, sorry angel, I forgot to tell you," Matt replied as he shrugged his tux jacket off and loosened his tie. "I got us a place for tonight so we wouldn't have to spend our wedding night at the apartment."

Y/N cuddled into Matt's side, feeling slightly guilty. "Oh, okay. That was sweet of you, Matty, thank you.”

As much as they had tried, she and Matt had been unable to find the perfect affordable home that would suit all of their needs, so about a month before the wedding they had agreed that Y/N would just move into Matt's apartment after they were married and that they would keep looking. She knew that as much as she had tried to hide it Matt could still sense her disappointment, so she figured he had booked a room at a hotel in order to try to make their wedding night special.

Matt wrapped his arms around her and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "You're welcome, angel."

The car weaved through traffic, and after a few minutes it pulled to a stop.

Matt grabbed his tux jacket then opened the door and stepped out before offering a hand to Y/N.

Y/N took his hand and slid out of the limo.

Her brow furrowed as she realized that they were standing not in front of a hotel, but in front of the townhouse that Y/N had fallen in love with back when they had first started looking for a bigger place. 

As the limo drove off, she turned towards Matt, who had a wide grin on his face. "Wait a minute, what are we doing here?"

Matt pulled a set of keys out of his pocket. "Welcome home, Mrs. Murdock."

"Welcome home? Wha--" Y/N sucked in a breath. "Matthew Michael Murdock, you did not."

Matt chuckled and nodded. “I did.”

"How ? How could you possibly have afforded this?"

Matt shook his head, a bright grin on his handsome face. "You remember the money my dad had left me when I was a kid?"

Y/N nodded. Matt had confided in her when they were kids that since the odds were so stacked against his dad during Jack's final fight with Victor Creel that he had wound up inheriting well over a million dollars. "Well yeah, but I figured that money was long gone. I know some of it was used to pay for your eye doctor visits as well as your training with Stick, and on top of that law school sure isn't cheap, nor is a penthouse apartment in Hell's Kitchen."

Matt shook his head. "Actually, even with my medical bills and what St. Agnes paid Stick for my training I had plenty left over for college, but since I wound up getting a full scholarship to Columbia I didn't actually wind up using any of it for school. Then I got a really great deal on my old apartment because of the neon billboard outside of the living room window, so most of the money has actually been sitting in the bank collecting interest for the past 28 years. I figured why not finally spend it by surprising my wife with our dream home as a wedding gift?"

Y/N shook her head. "But we weren't even engaged at the time."

Matt shrugged, a small smile on his face. "Yeah, but I was already planning on proposing on our Friendiversary and knew you were gonna say yes."

Y/N laughed. "Oh you did now, huh?"

"Mmhmm. Or at least, I was sure enough to spend most of my life's savings.” Matt nuzzled her nose with his. “As soon as you were headed back to your apartment after we toured this place and knew for sure that it was our dream home, I went back in and made an offer the previous owners couldn't refuse."

“No wonder it went so quickly!” Y/N playfully swatted him on the arm . "I can't believe you kept this from me for months , Matthew. What happened to 'no secrets between best friends', huh Murdock?"

Matt grinned and shook his head. "I figured you wouldn't mind me keeping this one secret from you for a while, although I did almost give up the surprise several times because I hated knowing how upset and stressed out you were about us not being able to find a place that we liked nearly as much as this one."

"I'm sorry, angel," he had said when Y/N had looked up the listing for the townhouse a few weeks after they had toured it and discovered that it had sold almost immediately. "I know how much we both loved that place."

"It's fine," Y/N had replied, the words sounding flat even to her ears. "No matter how much we loved it and how perfect it was for us it's not like we could ever have afforded the mortgage, even with both our salaries. We'll find something, I'm sure of it. We'll just have to keep looking for something within our budget."

Matt had wrapped his arms around her and given her a gentle kiss. “It'll be okay, angel, I promise. I just want you to be happy.”

Y/N's eyes filled with tears as the selflessness and love behind Matt's gesture fully hit her. "So this is really ours?"

Matt nodded. "Yeah, angel. It's really ours. Right now it's in my name only, obviously, but I drew up a new deed this morning to make us officially co-owners on paper. We'll just have to wait for our signed marriage license to get filed on Monday before we can get Foggy to notarize and file the new deed for us."

Y/N wrapped her arms around Matt and gave him a kiss. "I love you so damn much, you know that, right?"

Matt wiped the tears from her eyes. "I love you too."

Y/N looked up at their new home once again. "So can we go in?"

Matt chuckled. "Yeah, angel, of course."

They headed up the stairs to the entrance.

Y/N let out a giggle as Matt unlocked and opened the door then scooped her up in a bridal carry.

She gave him a kiss. "Love you, Mr. Murdock."

"And I love you, Mrs. Murdock," Matt replied, carrying her over the threshold before setting her down.

As they walked through their new home, Y/N was surprised to see Matt's dining set, sofa and coffee table in their respective areas as well as the boxes of belongings that she had moved over to Matt's earlier in the week. "Wait, when and how did all of our stuff get in here?" she asked as they walked up the stairs to the living room.

"This morning after Karen dropped your suitcase off at my place," Matt replied, draping his tux jacket over the back of the couch and taking his glasses off. "Foggy helped me pack my stuff up yesterday and I hired movers to actually move everything."

“What's going to happen with your apartment? Are you going to lease it out?”

Matt shook his head. “I sold it to the current owner of my building a couple of months ago with the stipulation that he let me lease it back until after the wedding.”

He gestured around the mostly-empty space. "I know we'll have to do a lot of furniture shopping when we get back from our honeymoon, but I wanted us to be able to spend our first night as husband and wife in the home that we'll share for the rest of our lives, so I figured bare minimum was better than nothing."

Y/N gave Matt a tender kiss. "Matty, sweetheart, this is perfect . Thank you so much.”

Matt chuckled. “I was so nervous that you’d find a place that would work for us and that you'd like better than here.”

Y/N shook her head. “Despite all of the apartments and condos we toured, this was honestly the only place I could see us building a life together in.”

She trailed a finger down Matt's torso, stopping just above the waistband of his pants. “And speaking of building a life together, since we actually did find our dream home I guess that means I'm going off of my birth control now, doesn't it?”

A grin spread across Matt's face. “Does that mean we can try for a honeymoon baby?”

Y/N huffed out a laugh as she wrapped her arms around his waist. “Even if I stop taking my pill today I don't think it would happen that quick, but that doesn't mean we can't start working on it.”

Matt hummed, a slight smirk blooming across his plush lips. “In that case, lead the way, Mrs. Murdock.”

Y/N took Matt's hand and led him upstairs to their bedroom.

As soon as they entered Matt wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back to his front. "Thought about this while we were touring this place, angel," he murmured into her ear. “Making love to you here in our bedroom… and all of the other rooms in the home that we'll share for the rest of our lives."

Y/N hissed in a breath as Matt began trailing kisses down her jawline to her neck. "I did too, Matty. Imagined you fucking me up against the shower wall, getting down on my hands and knees for you on the couch in the garden room…"

Her breath hitched as Matt gave a gentle nip to her throat. “...Riding your cock in the library.”

Matt growled deep in his chest, his already-hard cock twitching against Y/N’s ass. “Shit, yes, angel, can't wait to get to do all of that with you.”

He nipped at her throat again as he unzipped her dress. “But first, I want to take my beautiful bride to bed.”

Y//N shivered as Matt slid the straps of her dress off of her shoulders, the smooth silk pooling at her feet. 

She stepped out of the dress, then turned and gave Matt a gentle kiss as she unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. “Then take me, my handsome groom.”

Matt smirked as he slid his hands down to her ass. “Oh I definitely plan on taking you, angel, over… and over… and over again.”

Arousal flooded Y/N’s system. She gasped in surprise as Matt picked her up and carried her over to the bed, gently setting her down before quickly divesting himself of the rest of his clothing and climbing in after her.

She let out a moan as Matt settled himself between her legs and nosed at her silk-covered core. 

“Mmm, so needy,” Matt purred. “Practically dripping for me already, aren't you, sweetheart?”

Y/N nodded, her mind already hazy with lust.  “Uh huh. Want you, Matty.”

Matt groaned. “Want you too, angel.”

Y/N whimpered as Matt pulled her underwear to the side and licked a broad stripe up her folds.

He slowly dragged his tongue up her folds again, swirling his tongue around her clit as he worked two fingers inside of her.

Y/N’s back arched off the bed in pleasure. The only thing better than the feel of Matt's long, thick fingers stretching her out was his long, thick cock. “Fuck, Matt.”

Matt moaned against her as he began to fuck her with his fingers. “That's right, angel, don't hold back. Make those beautiful sounds for me, let me know how good I'm making you feel.”

Y/N cried out as Matt hit a spot inside her that made her see stars. “Yes, right there --”

“That's my good girl,” Matt crooned. “I got you, angel, let go for me.”

Y/N could feel the coil of an oncoming orgasm tightening in her stomach. “Matty, Matty yes, please, don't stop -- ahh!”

She gasped as she reached her peak, legs shaking as Matt worked her through it.

Matt gently withdrew his fingers before raising them to his mouth, his eyes closing in bliss as he sucked them clean. “Mmm.”

He slowly peeled Y/N’s underwear off of her. “You make the prettiest sounds for me, Y/N. Love to hear you.”

Y/N sat up and pulled Matt to her for a kiss. “Need your cock in me, Matty,” she whispered against his lips. “Want you to fill me up.”

Matt nodded as he took himself in hand, sliding his cock through Y/N’s folds a few times before guiding himself to her entrance. “Gotta start slow, angel, don't want to hurt you.”

Y/N sucked in a breath as Matt joined their bodies together, the snug fit of his cock inside her tight channel making her involuntarily clench around him.

Matt groaned as he waited for her to adjust. “Fuck, sweetheart, you feel so good, so perfect. Love you so much, my angel, my beloved, my wife.”

Y/N let out a soft gasp as Matt slowly drew himself out and pushed back in, the slow, lazy rhythm of his cock sliding in and out of her fueling her desire for him. “I love you too, Matty, my husband, my forever.”

She slowly raked her nails down Matt's back. “Can't wait to grow our family with you here in our home, sweetheart, raise our children here together.”

Matt’s hips stuttered slightly. " Shit, yeah, gonna fuck a baby into you as soon as possible, angel, make you come on my cock over and over, taking every single drop of my seed deep inside your needy cunt until I'm absolutely certain I've gotten you pregnant."

Y/N gasped loudly as Matt adjusted his angle, his cock reaching even deeper inside her. "Yes, want that so badly, sweetheart."

Matt slid a hand over her stomach, his cock pulsing against her walls. "God, Y/N, you're gonna be even more beautiful than you already are when you're round and full with my child, with our child. Can't wait to hear and feel the life we'll create together growing inside you." 

Y/N whimpered. She could picture Matt gently kissing and caressing her growing stomach as he talked to their unborn child. “Please, Matt. Want to have a baby with you.”

Matt began to rub tight circles against her clit with his thumb as he drove into her. "Don't worry, angel, I gotcha, gonna make sure I come nice and deep in you so your cunt has no choice but to take it all."

Y/N gasped, right on the edge of ecstacy and just needing one little push to send her over. "Fuck, Matty, I'm right there baby, please don't stop."

Matt growled deep in his chest. “That's right, sweetheart, be a good wife and come for me.” 

He dropped his voice into his Daredevil tone. "You're mine forever, aren't you, Mrs. Murdock ?"

"Oh fuck, yes, yours , Matt, always --" Y/N cried out as the coil inside her snapped.

Matt slammed into her twice more before finding his own release, his cock pumping his seed deep inside her throbbing cunt. "Shit, Y/N ."

Y/N wrapped her arms around him and hummed in bliss as she began to descend from her sex-induced high. “Mmm.”

She shivered as Matt stroked a hand through her hair then down her arm to her side.

Matt gave her a tender kiss before carefully pulling out of her.

He lay on his side and reached for Y/N, caressing her cheek with one hand while wrapping the other around her waist. “I'm so happy I get to spend the rest of my life with you, angel.”

Y/N snuggled up to him and hummed as Matt began lightly tracing his hands up and down her back. “I am too, Matty.”

She was silent for a few moments. “You know, you always thought I was your guardian angel, but actually I think it was the other way around.”

Matt's hands paused as he tilted his face down towards her. “Really?

Y/N nodded. “Yeah, I mean think about it. You were literally the answer to my prayers, Matty.”

Matt chuckled. “Ironic that I grew up to become a vigilante known as ‘The Devil of Hell's Kitchen’ then.”

Y/N huffed out a laugh. “In that case I guess you were actually my ‘guardian devil’, but the sentiment still stands. I am who I am because of you.”

She gave Matt a kiss. “Now, how about we keep practicing making our own little devil?”

Matt rolled onto his back, guiding Y/N to lay on top of him. “That sounds like a great idea, angel. After all, you know what they say -- practice makes perfect.”