#if this reminds you of The Proposal YOU GET IT !!

[ducksido]

I just read your famous reader x idia in the bikini photoshoot and that was FIRE

I really love the idea of Idia with a famous reader so may i suggest famous reader who is a very popular singer, so much they get a role in a movie (a musical) were they and Vil act as the main characters. They share an absolutely iconic duo song and after the movie is released ppl just go crazy about readers and Vils chemistry while acting and singing. They are actually just very good friends but nothing else ofc since reader is with Idia but the public doesn’t know that reader is in a relationship

Idias reaction to the whole internet shipping his partner with one of his former classmates, just JEALOUS IDIA KQOFBIQWNDGU (fem or neutral reader, and thank you for your time 😔)

Idia had never seen this many hashtags in his life. And that was saying something for a guy whose entire For You Page was algorithmically curated to show 98% anime clips and 2% cat videos.

But now?

#VilxY/N #V/N #SwanSongSoulmates #TheirChemistryThough It was inescapable.

“Ughhghgghhh…” he groaned, faceplanting into his limited edition RFA pillow. “What kind of sadist coded the algorithm today?!”

Your name was trending again. Not unusual. You were always trending lately. Your voice alone could shut down the internet. But this time, it wasn’t your latest single, or your runway appearance, or even the viral video of you teaching Ortho how to Dougie.

No.

It was the movie. The movie. The romantic musical masterpiece you starred in. With Vil. Two gorgeous leads. One fire duet. And now the world was foaming at the mouth with their OTP delusions.

He was trying to ignore it—he really was! But every scroll brought up another edit, another post, another cursed caption:

“WHEN HE SPUN HER AND SHE HIT THAT HIGH NOTE??? GET MARRIED???” “Vil looking at them like they hung the moon... Idia who??” “No but imagine the musical s*** scene they cut out 👀🔥”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN S*** SCENE?!” Idia shrieked, nearly knocking over his gaming chair as he bolted upright. “THERE WAS A S*** SCENE?! THEY FILMED A SEX SCENE?! I’M GONNA BLACKOUT—”

“Brother,” Ortho peeked in calmly, holding a tray with cocoa, “you’re at a ten. Let’s try to bring it to, say… a six.”

Idia grabbed the cocoa with a tremble. “I’m fine. I’m chill. I’m—I’m going to throw up. Why didn’t they say they were going to have chemistry?! They’ve got enough charisma to flatten an entire fanbase!!”

And to make matters worse?

You hadn’t told the public you were dating. You wanted your privacy. He respected that. Really, he did.

But that meant the entire world thought you and Vil were star-crossed lovers plucked straight from the screen, and he—your actual boyfriend—was in the background like some glitchy NPC with emotional attachment issues.

It drove him insane.

Later that night, you strolled into his room, still glowing from the movie premiere, cheeks pink from fan praise. “Hey, babe,” you smiled, plopping onto his bed. “You okay?”

Idia gave you a look. A pained, dramatic, cursed look.

“You and Vil trended for six hours straight,” he said. “I think the internet proposed on our behalf.”

You blinked, then snorted. “You saw that, huh.”

“Oh I saw it,” he grumbled, pulling a hoodie over his head like a turtle. “Did you see the fanfic where Vil and you got married on stage after singing a love confession at the Tonys? Because I did.”

You leaned over and kissed his cheek. “You jealous?”

His hair flared magenta in an instant. “Wha—ME? No! What?! Pffft—That’s—Jealousy is a basic human emotion and I’m clearly more evolved—”

“I’m your duet partner in real life, you know.” You kissed his neck this time, slowly. “I like singing in your key the best.”

His mouth opened. Closed. He turned into a blubbering mess.

“You can’t just say that! I’ll short-circuit—”

“Sing with me then, Mr. Shroud,” you teased. “And remind me who I actually belong to.”

Idia.exe stopped working.

Vil may have been the co-star. But you? You always saved your best performances for him.

[m-jelly]

Jelly can I request a military levi x baker fem reader?

The sweet smell of home

Levi x fem reader

Modern AU, established couple, proposal, reunion, fluff, romance.

While working a normal day and missing your boyfriend Levi, it appears your wishes are granted. Levi surprises you by pretending to be a customer at your bakery. He whisks you away on a date and proposes to you.

You hurried out the back with a fresh batch of lemon slices that reminded you of your boyfriend. You placed everything in the case and cleared up the area. As you changed your things you paused a moment and thought about your boyfriend and felt a longing inside you.

Your worker called for you making you snap out of your thoughts. "Mm?"

She smiled sweetly. "You have a customer asking for you."

You frowned a bit. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, we just need you."

"Coming." You dried your hands and walked out to see which customer wanted you. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw your boyfriend in his military uniform, flowers in hand and a bag no doubt filled with gifts. You felt tears sting your eyes. "Levi?"

He smiled sweetly. "Hey, beautiful."

You hurried around to him causing him to drop his bag and hug you tightly. "I missed you so much."

"Fuck, I missed you too, darling brat."

You cupped his face as tears ran down your cheeks. "Are you okay?" You gasped. "You have a scar on your face!"

He hummed a laugh. "I do, but it was a minor injury." He turned his head and ran his lips against your skin. "Is it off-putting?"

Your cheeks heated up. "Oh, no, not at all. In fact, it makes you sexier, which I didn't think was possible."

"Thank you." He kissed your hand. "So, I would like to buy a few things."

"I made lemon slices."

He hummed in delight as he looked at the display. "Sounds perfect."

You put a selection of cakes in a box and placed it on the counter. "That should be enough. It's on the house."

Levi shook his head. "No, no, I'm paying."

"Oh, thank you."

He paid and smiled. "I would also like you to come on a date with me."

"I'd love to. Let me put change a bit and we'll go." You hurried around taking your apron off and swapped your shoes. You chatted to your staff before hurrying off with your boyfriend. You squeezed Levi's hand a little. "I wasn't expecting you so soon."

"I wanted to surprise you."

Your cheeks burned. "I'm surprised and excited. I just want to cover you with kisses."

He kissed the back of your hand. "Later." He pulled you closer. "For now, we have a date." He moved you through the small town to a beautiful spot on a hill, under a tree with views of the lake, mountains and forests. "I brought a few things."

You smiled as he placed a blanket down from his bag. "You really did come prepared, huh?"

"I have a few more things." He sat you down before getting a few things out of his bag. "Lunch together."

You cuddled up to Levi and ate with him. The two of you chatted for a long time about what he did and how things had been for you. While you were texting your team about locking up the bakery and thanking them for working hard, Levi was moving about and doing a few things.

You placed your phone in your bag and looked up at Levi to see he was nervous and blushing. "Levi, what are you up to?"

He released a long sigh before saying your name. "I love you so deeply."

"I love you too."

"You're my whole world."

You caressed his cheek. "You're mine too."

He gulped hard. "I've talked to work and I'm no longer going to be sent out. I'm going to stay here, do training instead so we can be together."

Your heart raced. "Really?"

He nodded. "I can't be apart from you anymore." He shifted closer. "Especially, when I want to marry you." He held up a ring and said your name. "Will you marry me?"

You dove at Levi knocking him onto his back. "YES!"

Levi chuckled. "You've made me the happiest man in the world." He closed his eyes as you showered his face with kisses. "You're so cute."

You crashed your lips against Levi's. "I love you."

"I love you too."

You sat up and bounced on his lap as you held your left hand out to him. "I can't wait to marry you."

He slipped the ring on your finger before rolling over onto you. He kissed you and sighed through his nose as he felt complete. "Mm, you're incredible."

You linked your arms around his neck. "I want to eat you up like one of my signature cakes."

Levi purred. "I should be saying that, but I'll leave it for tonight." He kissed your neck and bit a little. "You're all mine."

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[pelaajanifta]

«The Shining Zone»

So here are two of my stalker OCs enjoying a view in Pripyat! A freedomer and a noontider. They climbed up the ferris wheel and saw something incredible... There's a little story behind the artwork if you're enjoying small stories 🤭

Freedomer glanced up nervously. The endlessly gray sky loomed above his head, partially obscured by the bulky structure of the Ferris wheel with its yellow cabins. A crushing feeling settled in his chest, and his throat suddenly went dry.

“So you’re saying there’s an anomalous zone up there where we can see Pripyat the way the Zone herself sees it. Right?” his question came out a little strained. He tried to make it sound deliberately casual.

”That’s right, Guide”, she answered calmly. Her suit was the same dull gray as the sky, marked with a “Noontide” patch. “You just quoted me word by word”.

Suddenly, it didn’t seem like an inspiring idea anymore. Guide scratched the back of his neck.

“But how are we supposed to get up there?” He weighed the option of backing off, turning away, even proposing to sit in that creepy rusted bumper car surrounded by electrical anomalies. Receive an electric shock, sure – but anything suddenly felt better than climbing up there.

”I’ll help you.”

“How? Gonna drag me up there by force, digging up old memories, huh, Snow?” He chuckled, but his voice trembled slightly.

Snow didn’t even raise an eyebrow.

“You go first, I’ll guide you. I’ll tell you where to place your feet. Come on. It’s not as scary as you think.”

“Not as scary as I think, yeah right,” Guide repeated in his mind as the structure beneath his feet wobbled. Step by step, one small motion at a time.

He climbed.

“Don’t look down,” her voice came from below. Was she really not afraid of anything?

”Yeah, yeah!”

“Grab that ledge. Just like that. Now pull yourself up, and stretch your right leg toward that metal bar. Yes, that one. Yeah, it takes some flexibility. Come on. You won’t regret it once you’re up there.”

“Got it!”

“I won’t regret it once I’m up there,” he repeated in his head, again, cursing like a madman. Guide gripped a beam tightly, like his life depended on it, and paused to catch his breath. He looked around. They were only halfway up, but he could already see far more than he expected – rooftops, treetops. He wondered how fast he’d have climbed if a bloodsucker was chasing him right now.

“We’re not done yet. Now move right, along that branch,” Snow nudged his calf lightly with her finger, reminding him to focus. Freedomer pulled himself up again. Yeah, this was a decent strength workout, this climb. Might even get his biceps pumped. He noted to himself to straighten his shoulders too.

“You’d fit right in with Freedom. People there go on all kinds of crazy trips too. And green suits you.”

”Don’t get distracted,” she replied, but he heard a smile in her voice.

Guide focused on moving his hands and feet correctly. Somewhere in the distance, pseudodogs barked. Probably fighting over a piece of pseudoflesh. “Having a pseudo-brawl,” the Freedomer joked to himself. Too bad Snow didn’t get jokes. Not anymore.

“Now comes the hard part,” she said from behind him. “Step onto the beam and jump.”

“What? Ha-ha, down there, you mean?” The mere idea of letting go even for a second sent ice through his veins. He fixed his gaze on the cabin, just to avoid accidentally looking down. The structure swayed; his legs shook.

”Alright,” Guide couldn’t see what Snow did, but her voice was suddenly right behind him. “Take my hand and stand up.”

He did as he was told – her grip was firm.

”Now jump forward and grab those bars over there.”

Seconds passed.

“Okay,” he straightened his shoulders. “This is stupid,” thought to himself. And then he jumped, letting go.

The leap was quick. He flew forward and almost smashed his forehead against the pole in the center of the cabin. Feeling the structure shift beneath him, swaying like a wave, Guide grabbed onto it with both hands and squeezed his eyes shut. Something sparked sharply in his head, and he thought vaguely: “Well, that’s it – a stroke. Game over.”

”Open your eyes,” a calm voice came from beside him. A hand rested on his shoulder. “Look at it.”

That last sentence sounded almost awestruck – unusual for Snow, who mostly spoke emotionlessly.

Guide slowly pried his eyes open. At first, everything was too bright, too vivid. He honestly thought he had died. Then he realized it was sunlight. It was shining on the grass, the trees below, the road, and…

Snow sat down on the rusted bench, leaning back, squinting slightly as she looked out over the suddenly sunlit Pripyat.

”Definitely a stroke,” Guide muttered hopelessly, knowing this kind of view was impossible in the Zone.

Snow glanced at him with clear eyes and nodded toward the seat behind him.

“Sit. Take a look around. Have you ever seen anything like this?”

Guide cautiously let go of the metal bar and turned his head. He couldn’t believe his eyes. The apartment blocks looked almost friendly, nearly new. The trees rustled with bright green leaves, and the horizon wasn’t hidden behind a veil of radioactive dust. From up here, he could even see the CNPP – free of its usual aura of death and despair. All that was missing for total bliss were some birds singing and flower petals drifting on the wind… though, he was pretty sure those colorful patches below were flowers.

Guide reached to his chest and pulled out his anomaly detector. Silence – it showed no danger.

“Have you…” he began, clearing his throat when he felt the rasp. “Have you heard the theory of the Shining Zone?”

Snow slowly shook her head, her gaze drifting downward. Her ginger hair seemed to glow, and her suit looked less gray.

”The Shining Zone? No. But I think the name suits this anomaly.”

The Guide looked at her and put the detector away.

“How did you even find it?”

She tilted her head slightly.

”I… was looking for new landmarks,” she replied vaguely, placing a hand on the back of her neck and gazing at the CNPP.

Guide leaned back against the bench, crossed his legs, then straightened up.

”Alright then. So, tell me — how are things in “Noontide”?”

Snow’s gaze suddenly lit up — he hadn’t even noticed when it became heavy.

“Good. Peaceful. There’s always something to do during the day — help the scientist with his measurements, remind the cook to check the expiry dates on the cans, check on the patrol brothers. Strider doesn’t give me hard tasks — he forbade me from carrying waste barrels, for example. Said they were too heavy for me.”

”And… what do you think of Strider?” Guide’s leg suddenly began to twitch nervously, tapping against the rusty metal.

“He’s a great leader — keeps everyone together. Works too much though. I remember when Degtyarev stopped by Wild Island. He joked that we noontiders are all like his children, and together we’re like one big family.”

The wind lifted a strand of her red hair, messing up her hairstyle. Snow turned her head the other way and went on.

“We look after one another. In the evenings we sit by the fire and someone reads a book out loud. I listen and try to imagine myself as the hero of the stories, picture the scenes…”

Her voice grew quieter.

“I try to remember if I have ever read it in my past life.”

Guide thoughtfully ran his fingers along the strap of his gear on his thigh. He was hypnotized with how good her hair looked against the background of the foliage. He was silent for a while, and then said:

”Hm, green really suits you…”

”You’ve said that already.”

“I did?” he didn’t remember. “When?”

”When we were climbing.”

“Ah, right,” the Freedomer scratched his head, convinced he hadn’t said it. “You sure you don’t want to join us in Freedom? Our entertainments are way more…”

“I’m sure,” she cut him off and gave a firm look that made him falter. ”I won’t abandon my brothers. We need to stick together. We’re building a base, building a home. Learning to live again.”

She suddenly turned away and stared once more at the distant silhouette of the Chernobyl NPP — its smokestack surrounded by scaffolding, the workshop behind hastily built cover. She exhaled noisily.

“A year ago the Zone gave me a second life,” she continued, as if forcing the words out. “A new chance. And this time, I’m going to live it the way I want. And I won’t be anyone’s puppet.”

Her eyes flashed with that familiar spark of determination. The kind that could make a bloodsucker freeze and could calm the wildest chimera. The kind that hadn’t been seen in her gaze for a long time.

The kind that made him bite his tongue and stop himself from blurting out: “But you already lived it the way you wanted!” From saying that they’d known each other before her “Monolith” days. From shouting her name – her real name – not the Zone nickname she’d taken after forgetting the one he liked so much more. The one he’d given her himself.

He wanted to dive into her mind, just to check — was there anything left of her past in there?

But the words remained unspoken. They rose up and dissolved in the warm anomalous air. He has no right to take from her what she has now. He couldn’t be that… selfish.

Snow kept staring at the CNPP, then suddenly spoke again, reaching out as if trying to grasp fleeting memories.

“I woke up there a year ago. The Emission was roaring around me. Soldiers clutched their heads, writhing on the trembling ground. Their brains were boiling, burning them alive, and I had no idea where I was or what was happening."

Guide felt his throat tighten. He silently watched Snow, studying her light eyes. He noticed her fingers twitching on her knee, like a nervous tic.

”My suit was red from soaked-in blood. Not mine. My gloves felt wet. Near me was laying someone’s torn-off head — not cut off, no. Ripped out without a shred of remorse. And I don’t remember if it was I who did it or…”

Freedomer leaned forward and reached out, gently touching her hand on her knee. Through two layers of gloves. He didn’t want to force himself on her — only to calm her. Because despite the outward calmness and steady voice, Snow was on the edge.

She went silent, glanced at their hands, afraid to move. He himself was trembling slightly. She didn’t have to say any of this. “But she wants to,” he thought.

Snow looked up at him uncertainly.

“What if one day I become a puppet once again? What if I grab a knife and start chopping off the heads? I’ve heard stalkers’ campfire stories about Monolith, the one I was into — ruthless, unforgiving. What then?”

“I…“ he began quietly, after a brief silence.

But what could he say? He wasn’t some almighty god. He was just a Zone’s guide. Just a guide. Guide.

”Will you stop me?” her voice trembled.

Guide frowned, dragging out the pause. Snow gave a joyless smile and shook her head, as if scolding herself for such thoughts.

He genuinely thought she is fearless, but then there it is – one thing she was afraid of that is more thoughtful than he could imagine. 

”I’ll join your ranks,” said in the end. “And I’ll make sure that never happens again.”

“To always stay by your side,” he added in his head.

Snow, as always, didn’t immediately understand him. She furrowed her brow seriously, already about to say something like, “Sorry, only former Monolith members are allowed into ‘Noontide’,” or “the brothers won’t understand if we start inviting just anyone.”

“Kidding! I know: blah blah, rules, blah blah, I didn’t lose my memory,” he quickly said, pulling away and raising his hands defensively, forcing a smile.

He desperately wanted to steer the conversation toward something more relaxed after all that, but…

She did it herself.

”I wanted to say that you’re already a part of us. Brothers accept you and know you’re not like the other stalkers. That you’d never hurt any of them… or me.”

Snow sighed and looked back at the plant again, lost in thought.

“But she’s not sure she won’t hurt them herself one day,” he thought.

Guide realized, with a slight delay, that this “ride” on the Ferris wheel was a kind of a birthday invitation. In May 2012, something ended for someone, and for someone else, something began. Those someones are now building ‘Noontide’ together and learning to live all over again. One of them asked her leader for a day off and asked Guide to take her there. To Pripyat. To the amusement park. And he did. He’s a guide, after all. Just a guide. Even if he liked Freedom’s entertainments more.

The wind lifted another strand of red hair.

“I wanted to say thank you. For helping me and all of us. For not having any prejudices and being kind. That rare in the Zone.”

”Well, how could I not help you…” he muttered.

And then he saw how Snow smiled. Suddenly he felt like someone had tossed his guts into a meat grinder. He swore: for that smile, he would give up all the artifacts in the world. For the one he remembered from before the C-Consciousness recruited her into a quasi-religious puppet faction.

He should’ve stopped it. But back then, he’d been a total idiot. Now, though, he felt like he would burn from the inside if he didn’t say:

”You know, you’re so beautiful it makes my heart ache.”

The smile froze on her face, her eyes widened. All that Monolithian calmness vanished, replaced by flushed cheeks and a stunned expression.

”Even more beautiful than the Shining Zone.”

The moment hung still, like a shard of glass caught in a “razor” anomaly. Hundreds of unsaid words suddenly spiraled, spinning madly around the motionless Ferris wheel. He felt his suit stick to his back. The air felt too thin. Her words echoed in his mind: “The Zone gave me… a second chance.”

And this time, he was going to take it.

Snow hesitantly adjusted her hair and clasped her hands together, clearly not knowing what to do or to say.

“But maybe not today. This is her moment,” he thought, a little sadly, and looked down at the abnormally green grass and flowers.

Once they climbed down, all the magic would disappear. Pripyat would return to being gray and unwelcoming. But maybe… just a little less gray than usual.

“You know, sitting up here is nice and all, but I didn’t think about how we’ll be getting down…”

A moment later, a quiet voice answered:

”We have to jump.”

“What? Oh you can’t be serious,” it probably came out sharper than he intended, and his eyes widened more than he expected, but for the laugh that burst out of her, he was ready to jump — even knowing that in a hundred percent of cases, such jump ends with imminent death.

“There’s some sort of air cushion down there. We won’t die.”

“I’m afraid to ask how you know that,” the Guide smirked.

Snow took a deep breath. Maybe he wouldn’t get an answer today.

But for some reason, he felt sure that someday, he’d know everything.

And that he’d tell her everything too.

[sun-e-chips]

Y/N and Sun sharing passions and dreams

[tomshivendgame]

tomshiv - romcom edit (uptown girl by billy joel)

pov: Succession AU where Tom works at Waystar Royco as Shiv’s assistant

[everythingsinred]

Hi, I'm sorry, I know it's been a long time but I found an old post of yours where you say that the mangaka of Gakuen Alice said that Natsume and Mikan relationship is not safe or comfortable, did they really say that? I had no idea. What else has the author said about their relationship? I'm curious (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)

hi <3

There's really no worries about ever sending me an ask, especially if it's GA related. I'll pretty much always answer <3

And that would be from the Memorial Book, where, according to some fan translations I've seen here and otherwise online (because there is no official English translation), Higuchi Tachibana said something along the lines of Natsume not getting too comfortable or sure of himself or thinking he "won." Essentially she's implying Ruka and Hotaru still have a shot with Mikan because she might change her mind about Natsume so he shouldn't get cocky or some other bullcrap like that.

I feel like it's understandable that I despise that line of thinking so I more or less ignore the Memorial Book and everything about the ending in general (excluding the Little Red Riding Hood comic and the HotaRuka crumbs). I've talked at length about why that type of commentary bothers me here. I just generally don't really care much about what the mangaka says anymore. I love her story and I love her art but her personal opinions, even about her own characters, do not matter to me at all.

I'm not sure what else she said in the Memorial Book or otherwise. She mentioned Natsume would have a slightly longer life because of Mikan's alice stone but that he'd still die young, and after that Mikan would probably be with Ruka (if the picture she drew of them together is supposed to be taken as canon). She mentioned somewhere (I don't recall where) that Natsume wasn't planned to be the "victor" but he just emerged in the lead at some point and she went along with it, which I always took to be a bit ridiculous because SHE WROTE THIS STORY. The characters lead you places but if she really preferred Ruka as the one Mikan ended up with then she should have written that from the beginning and IMHO, it was always Natsume from the start so no I don't buy that.

I realllyyyyyy don't like being negative about GA so I usually don't think about the canon ending, Memorial Book, or Higuchi Tachibana much. I love this manga with my whole heart and always will, but I really don't like it when creators rag on something fans love just to be edgy or contrary or whatnot. It makes me feel like they don't respect me for liking something THEY made, and if they don't respect me then I don't really wanna respect them. I feel similarly about actors shitting on past projects I like, but this one takes the cake in making me feel Not Great because of how much I love GA and NatsuMikan. It's just a huge slap in the face and always was, since the first time I read that comment of hers.

Since then, neither the canon ending nor the Memorial Book have existed to me.

Death of the author applies to lots of works but to me it has always applied to GA and always will!

[hamable]

I’ve been so caught up thinking about the fight sequences and the animation styles and the writing and the antics aand the everything about Spy Family Code White that I forgot about the Ferris wheel. Oh my god oh my god oh my god the Ferris wheel.

[ranni-the-witch-official]

You wear Blaidd's outfit when proposing to Ranni

I wear Tanith's outfit when proposing to Ranni

There's something wrong with both of us

[todayisafridaynight]

Hey so Snap this is going to be so fucking weird, but honestly don’t care. So I was watching a clip of Drag Race Philippines and it was the make over episode and I think they were making over family members and this father was all about getting into drag. So, I just wanted to tell you never forget how much of a lovely loving kind and caring father you have, who loves you and protects you and makes you feel heard. That’s all.

i'd have to die before i forget how great my dad is thank you for the opportunity to brag about him again anon

[simplegenius042]

Late WIP Poll Winner(s) Wednesday

With Round 2 results in, here are the FC5 WIPs of Silva's Hope and the still unnamed "Proposed Arranged Marriage" scenario. For a cleaner context, I added a few more sentences.

I will be combining the rest of the other non-winner poll WIPs into one post soon. And catching up on some tags.

Tagging everyone who tagged me or were in the notes of this poll: @voidika @chazz-anova @inafieldofdaisies @cassietrn @adelaidedrubman @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat and @strangefable + anyone else who wants to read.

First! More Silva's Hope. Reminder that this WIP of mine is still under construction and some things may or may not change in the future. Introducing John's personal Chosen bodyguard (translation: unpaid babysitter), Nadi Sinclair doing some digging for Nancy:

Adjusting her shoulder, bringing the phone closer to her ear, Nadi asked into it, "Sister Nancy, I can't find any headlines nor editorials on "Elsa Omar" or any "Floristry"... are you certain there's something here? Perhaps you had read wrong, no?"

The older woman on the other end replied, her aged and gentle voice filled with patience, "I guarantee its in one of them papers, Sister Nadi. My eyes remember the exact words when I read the cover. You'll find it eventually dearie." Nadi made an affirmative hum as she unwrapped the next piece of paper.

And lo and behold, the words "MISSING OWNER OF ELSA'S FLORISTRY FOUND! BODY RECOVERED IN LOCAL HENBANE CAVE" were centered right in the middle of the page. Nadi blinked, momentarily perplexed, and checked the date of publishing. December 7th, 2013. Bringing her eyes back to the story, she read the first few lines the page had to offer.

And Kamski's POV in the arranged marriage scenario WIP!

[TW: Mention of coerced marriages and implications of canon infanticide. Also emotional manipulation?]

Joseph appeared unbothered by his lack of trust in the prophet's words, and seemed to decide to placate the doctor's paranoia, "I assure you Doctor Neon, we care for Deputy Omar's health as much as you do. God is looking out for your charge, and will protect her from the Collapse. You can trust me to keep her safe."

Kamski hummed, unconvinced. He really wanted to scoff and snarl at the man in front of him. Yeah, shooting, stabbing, almost drowning, torturing, drugging, sicking wolves on her, almost killing her in general, letting her starve and dehydrate while conditioning her to kill innocent people has been a wonderful method of tending to her health. He hated the serenity in Joseph's voice, how easy it was for him to lie to the Good Doctor's face. Does he really think me, a 58-year-old self-taught medic and doctor, that naive? Is he so focused on what he thinks God demands of him that he can't see this isn't what Silva needs or wants? How trapping her in another set of walls will do her more harm instead of less? "Care for her" my ass. Kamski doesn't exactly know what Joseph's game is, but the evidence points to possibilities that do nothing to decrease the disgust and contempt he felt toward the so-called prophet. He knew the last place Silva should be was near Joseph and the cursed prophecy that just continues to take so much from them. He hated the familiarity of the situation, hated how little control he had again, and despised himself for wishing Paul was there. At least Paul could protect her.

Kamski shooed away those thoughts. No! Remember what he took away from Silva. Be glad he's gone. Kamski exhaled a breathe and looked to Joseph. His siblings were still around, including Silva's unwanted suitor, but the doctor felt unconcerned by their presence. If they wanted Silva to join the family, despite how low of a chance that actually is, they would need him alive. Though Kamski wasn't unprepared to fight back should he need to. After all, he couldn't trust these Saints to keep their words. He stared through the yellow lens of Joseph's aviators. It nagged him, the certainty Joseph had that he could keep anyone, especially Silva, safe, when it was him who was the danger. Kamski knew from experience that at a moments notice, whether it was "God's Will" or his own, he could have Silva life end without hesitation. Even his own family wasn't safe. A reminder he chose now to address in his response.

"Just like you protected your daughter?"

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{ HC / OOC } For Rick, there's no one else he'd rather be with than his soulmate. Which has made him harbor a secret from his counterpart. The fact that he wants to do the one thing he vowed he would never do again. And that is he wants to get married with him.

This complicates things for him because when he feels the thoughts creep up, how he could just marry his boyfriend, he feels a sense of fear. Since he knows that his counterpart wouldn't agree with it. So he keeps it to himself and he mulls over it. Usually drinking to push down the thoughts.

[deus-ex-mona]

t h e trip awaits~~~~~~~~~~

[cloudwisp]

✮ sylus x wife!reader

contents: fluff, suggestive. arranged marriage au. hints of slow burn. you like playing hard to get and he loves calling you his wife. 1.4k wc.

꒰ note ᰔ I had to deposit my messy thoughts somewhere and this headcanon post was the result.

part two here. ꒱

⭒ Arranged marriage with Sylus where he prefers to call it a “strategic partnership” as a means of appearances to flaunt that he has it all—an empire, riches, strength, influence and now a darling wife who waits for him at home. You’re not so much as a random choice, Sylus had been watching you from afar for a while and in exchange for his protection in the N109 zone he strikes a deal with you to play a simple role. You have every reason to be wary of him and know to keep your wits about yourself, but even you acknowledge that your chances are better with him. Though, if you asked him how he was so certain you’d agree to his proposal he’d admit that he wasn’t but he knew you’d consider it if he had an advantage over you.

⭒ He sets his terms and conditions—you reside in his humble abode, wedding ring always worn on your finger, and attend events with him as a pretty accessory on his arm to contribute to his image. But he’ll never admit that he actually enjoys your company at business functions that often feel dull to him. You are more than welcome to spend your days as you please so long you don’t cause him trouble, and that also means you have his black card privileges to spoil yourself rotten. Of course, he accommodates most requests you may have like sleeping in separate rooms if that’s what you wish (and redecorating because his furnishing decisions are quite bleak).

⭒ Luke and Kieran can sense that their boss feels something for you despite his nonchalance toward this little arrangement. It starts off small, it always does—Sylus takes note of your morning and night routine, your picky eating habits and has the chef make adjustments to your preference, how he sees you out in the gardens and come back with spring tulips to brighten the space and the next week he already replaced the slowly withering flowers with fresh ones. The twins whisper among themselves that he’s often less annoyed and irritated when you’re around, and their boss wouldn’t go through the trouble of being considerate unless he cares for you. It’s almost exciting for them both to witness a budding romance unfold before their very eyes and they do offer a helping hand here and there to keep things interesting.

⭒ Sylus thinks it’s adorable how you keep trying to resist him and that’s precisely the reason he loves seeking you out just to watch your resolve crumble under his touch. He finds you in the kitchen preparing a snack and cages you from behind with his hands planted on either side of you against the counter. “Hey kitten, I thought I’d find you in here.” You feel his hot breath down your neck as he pushes your hair aside just enough to lay a soft kiss on your shoulder. He chuckles when you comment that he’s being awfully touchy with you, and he purposely moves closer so that his chest is pressing against your back. “Perhaps I just can’t keep my hands to myself where you’re involved. Besides, you’re my wife now. I think I have the right to touch you whenever I like.”

⭒ You remind him that you’re his wife in title only, but that doesn’t discourage his flirtation and teasing as he allows you to nudge past him. He follows you into the common area and takes a seat on the couch, spreading his legs wide and taking up a lot of space. His gaze is settled on you as he pats his thigh and his lips curl into a smirk. “Come here, wife.” You naturally scoff meanwhile you place the plate of seasonal fruits on the side table and situate yourself closest to the armrest, taking a bite into a juicy red strawberry as you ignore his piercing stare.

⭒ For someone who always gets what he wants, Sylus isn’t used to being defied like this. And had it been anyone else his patience would wear dangerously thin, but he supposes that you’re a special exception because he seems to enjoy the chase and claiming its reward. With one small gesture, he drags you across the couch by a gravitational pull and you squeal when the swirling red easily turn and maneuver you so you’re forced to straddle him and your hands prop on his shoulders for support. “There, much better. Comfy? This is the best seat in the house.” His gaze locks with yours, and he thinks you huffing and frowning at him is simply cute. He firmly grabs your wrist with the bitten strawberry in your hand and lifts it to his mouth for a sweet taste.

⭒ “No fair… using your Evol against me like this.” You grumble under your breath as you gently trail your thumb from his chin to the corner of his mouth where the strawberry juices began to spill. Then an impulsive thought takes over and you pinch his cheek between your fingers, creating a sticky mess on his face. “I hope you’re enjoying yourself. That’s for treating me like a sack of potatoes.” He chuckles once more, his hand falling on your hip and he gives you a light squeeze. “Oh, I do have every intention of fully enjoying my wife tonight.” And by that, he means taking you out for a joyride on his motorbike and feeling your arms wrapped around him tightly as the engine roars through the streets under the night sky and sinking moon. Sylus would never engage in any intimate acts you weren’t ready for, but he loves seeing you fluster at his suggestive remarks.

⭒ As the weeks cross over into months, you never imagined that you’d be spending so much time with Sylus outside of your agreed terms. He’s everywhere in every waking moment of your life even when he’s not there physically. You’re learning new things about him each day and you (begrudgingly) like being around him—even when he can sometimes be a playful bully toward you. When he’s gone for long stretches of time to deal with negotiations and other important matters in the N109 zone, you can feel your heart yearning for him but you’d never say that you miss him out loud when you think he's still toying with you. But with the way he cares for you like you’re both in a real and genuine relationship, it’s hard to know his true intentions and keep your feelings buried deep inside your chest for long.

⭒ You accidentally confirm that Sylus does harbor romantic feelings for you when you carelessly bring up your replacement in a lighthearted joke. You’ve never seen his face falter so quickly at your words as he averts his gaze for a moment to collect himself—a hint of vulnerability in his crimson hues. “I wouldn’t have found a new wife.” He shakes his head and tells you, his voice a little rougher than before. You don’t know what to say, but you manage a soft “No?” that reaches his ears. “No. I wouldn’t have been able to replace you, kitten. You’re it for me. The only one. No one could fill the void you’d leave behind.”

⭒ You and Sylus have kissed before, but this is the first time you’re initiating it. As you brush your lips against his, there’s a softness you never noticed. His hand slips around the small of your back and he pulls you close against him, returning your kiss with the same tenderness as though savoring the taste of you. You lean back after a moment, your palm meeting his cheek in a sweet embrace. “You know, I'm still getting used to the idea that I’ve fallen for you.” You can see him returning back to normal when he offers you a cocky smirk. “And yet here you are. In my arms, with your lips on mine. I think you’re not being entirely honest, my beautiful wife.” Sylus has waited a long time to hear those words from you but you don’t need to know that right now.

[elysian-edu]

rich husbands who make their whole life about taking care of you.

oh, that necklace you glanced at while at the mall? now you're there trying several other ones on because "they all look perfect on you."

the dress you looked at through that shop window? bought. plus anything else you even remotely wanted.

that snack you crave almost all the time? he almost buys the whole business for you just to have them as often as you'd like. (in moderation of course!)

rich husbands who don't understand why you want to work, and every time you tell them why they simply say:

"i can provide more than enough for the both of us, but go ahead."

rich husbands the second they see you all stressed and tired from that job, call in and quit for you.

and when you try to get up the next morning to go to said job, he ushers you back to bed, lays you down and tells you to "not worry about that pesky job again."

rich husbands who like to make it known to everyone that you're married to him.

buys you the biggest rock you've ever seen adorned on your finger to propose to you, and makes it his routine to see if you have his ring on. (which you always do.)

indirectly flaunts it to passersby's by holding your hand, occasionally picking your hand up to inspect it, and trying not to crack a smile as he hears women gasp, and whisper, "she's one lucky woman."

rich husbands who tell everyone they know about you, whether that be coworkers, family, or random people, he'll always somehow flip the conversation to being about you.

"oh that? my wife is quite fond of it, yes."

"that reminds me of my wife, she quite likes those things. often calling them "cute.""

rich husbands <33

[odorefal]

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ how to fake date with fake boyfriend!athlete sukuna .ᐣ very much limited experience.

fake boyfriend!athlete sukuna, who agreed with his teammates – get a girlfriend before the season’s over. he just didn’t expect to want more than just the win.

he just needs to dodge some girl who’s been aggressively flirting with him, and you need an excuse to avoid a creepy dude who won’t stop texting you.

“we’ll fake date," sukuna proposes with that cocky smirk. “it’s not like we’ll catch feelings or anything.”

“are you sure? i don’t want that creep to bother me for the 56th time this week.”

“trust me, sunshine.”

fake boyfriend!athlete sukuna, who would take the acting slow but convincingly. he would start with holding your hands publicly while telling his dry jokes to you so all the people would believe him.

fake boyfriend!athlete sukuna, who would brushing his thumb over your hand. he’d play it cool — but the way his hand tightened in yours would give him away.

“it’s all for the show,” he would say.

but the way your fingers intertwine with his says otherwise.

“does it really have to be like this?”

fake boyfriend!athlete sukuna, who would would wrap one of your hair ties or bracelets around his wrist during every game, claiming it’s his ‘lucky charm.’ if you ever ask about it, he’ll say, “worked last time, didn’t it?”

fake boyfriend!athlete sukuna, who constantly reminds himself that you’re just friends — even when his heart races every time you smile at him.

err . . . you’re just a good friend to him.

fake boyfriend!athlete sukuna, who would slowly realize how pretty and captivating you are. from the way your eyes stare at his when you ramble about your day to him to the way your lips seem to soft while you speak, he just wants to feel how soft it is.

when you mentioned liking someone else, he would sit beside you, fists curling at his sides. his face would stay blank, but his voice would darken. “he better not disappoint you.”

fake boyfriend!athlete sukuna who think you deserve better than that trashy guy you mentioned. and he’s the best.

fake boyfriend athlete!sukuna who would sneak you into his team’s closed practice.

fake boyfriend!athlete sukuna, who always reserves the spot next to him — bus rides, team meals, wherever. if anyone tries to sit down, they’ll be greeted with a warning glare and clipped, “taken.”

fake boyfriend athlete!sukuna who would raise an eyebrow when you suggest to have a matching phone charms with him – just for fun. but he’II just shrug it off and let you pick which one you like.

when you actually really get him a matching phone charm, and even though it’s small and kind of cutesy, he’d attach it to his phone without hesitation.

front and center in the team’s photo, fake boyfriend athlete!sukuna’s fake girlfriend’s bracelet is right there on his wrist, and his matching phone charm would peeks out of his pocket proudly. if you say anything, he’ll just chuckle.

fake boyfriend athlete!sukuna who would take you out on a date to keep up on the act. but the way his thumb brushes your knuckles? that doesn’t feel fake. the way he’II hold your hand with him and place it in his pocket? doesn’t sound too fake either.

fake boyfriend athlete!sukuna who would using you as an excuse.

“can’t go out tonight — my girlfriend doesn’t allow me.”

oh, you both know that’s a massive lie.

fake boyfriend!athlete sukuna, who would carry your bag since it seems to heavy for you. (even when it’s not, for certain times.)

fake boyfriend athlete!sukuna who would feel if he will loses a game or feels like he underperformed, he’ll drag you to the gym late at evening or night, you call it.

sweat drips down his forehead as he sinks another shot. “49,” you call out. sukuna’s breathing is ragged, but he looks at you sitting there, waiting — and that’s all he needs to finish strong.

after the 50th shot, sukuna collapses on the floor, chest heaving. you walk over and drop down next to him, brushing damp hair from his forehead. he doesn’t say anything, but his hand finds yours.

gasps and shouts would fill the gym when the members saw you wearing sukuna’s jersey. “since when?” someone demands. fake boyfriend athlete!sukuna kisses your temple. “since they’re mine.”

fake boyfriend!athlete sukuna, who never shows it, but he does get nervous before big games.

he won’t say it outright, but you’ll catch him squeezing your hand a little tighter or resting his forehead against yours.

you later then would give your hair tie to him, telling that it’II be a silly “good luck” charm for him.

fake boyfriend!athlete sukuna who would open his wallet before his game begin, revealing a polaroid of you wearing his jersey number under the sunlight. he suddenly needs to be remember who he’s playing for.

he would spot you the second he steps onto the court. his eyes would narrow slightly, that nervous, yet cocky smirk tugging at his lips when you catch his gaze.

if he makes a shot, he’d turn toward you, wiping sweat from his brow and flashing you a knowing grin — like you’re the only one he’s playing for.

when his team scores, he would glance at you in the stands, lifting his chin as if to say, did you see that, sunshine?

if you cheer for him, his smirk would deepen, and you’d catch the subtle way he straightens up — fueled by the fact that you’re watching. if you smile or wave at him, he’d bite back a grin before turning back toward the game.

fake boyfriend!athlete sukuna, who would exclaimed energizedly as his team scores.

sukuna would walk straight toward you, ignoring his teammates’ cheers, would grab your wrist and pull you close, sweat-slick and breathless. “i told you, you’re my good luck charm," he’d murmur before brushing his thumb across your jaw.

fake boyfriend!athlete sukuna, who doesn’t care how sweaty he is — he will hug you immediately after his games.

“miss me?” he’ll question, pressing a kiss to your temple while you complain about how gross he is. “you’re smelling like rotten eggs with outdated pickles.”

you give him a playful judgemental look.

he just laughs warming-ly – except his teammates eyeing him up and down for noticing how soft he has been with you.

[ryker-writes]

Well, here we are! After my head cannons about giving them a rock, and it might be some way to propose to fae, I’m here to deliver!

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Accidentally proposing by giving him a rock (Malleus)

Being friends with fae is confusing sometimes. Of course, they’re great! But their culture is new to you, and you’re trying to learn. Of course there’s bound to be misunderstandings and mistakes every so often! It’s part of the learning process.

Well, this is probably the biggest misunderstanding that could’ve possibly happened.

You’d simply wanted to give Malleus a gift to help express how much you care about him. So when you found this nice smooth black rock with specks of gray and green, you thought it was perfect for him. Who doesn’t love rocks anyway? From what you’ve learned about fae, they’re very in tune and connected to nature. So surely Malleus would appreciate the rock!

So when you see him next, you told him had a gift for him. But when you held the rock out to him, he was…stunned to say the least. The ever so calm Malleus Draconia had wide eyes when he saw it, and he’d gone completely stiff and silent. In hindsight, that definitely should’ve told you something was wrong. But at the time, you naively thought he was just stunned you gave him a gift. You were well aware he hasn’t gotten to experience friendships like the average person first most of his life. So it made sense why he’d be surprised when you gave him a gift. He’s not used to receiving gifts.

“Child of man…do you truly mean this?”

You’d smiled at him, and nodded, “Of course. I wanted to give you something to show I care and how much I appreciate you. This rock reminded me of you with the spots of green on the black.”

Just like that, the biggest smile grew on his face. One of his hands moved and gently held onto the bottom of your own hand that held out the rock, and the other carefully picked it up. He held the stone close to his chest, and looked down at you with such softness.

“Words cannot properly express how grateful I am to receive such a gift from you. I am delighted to accept this treasure. Rest assured, I will keep it safe and make the proper preparations for everything.”

It was hard to question what he meant when he said he’d make preparations when he looked so happy and held onto the rock like it’s sacred. He probably meant that he’d set something up to protect the rock, like a place for it to sit on display or something. Yeah, that seems like something he’d do.

You thought it was odd when Sebek was at the door to Ramshackle the next morning. He seemed rather upset, and he woke Grim up with his shouting, but he insisted that it was his duty to stick around. In your freshly woken up state, you didn’t quite process everything he’d said. Something about the audacity of humans, how Malleus is so humble and kind, and that regardless he would fulfill his duty to Malleus at all costs. But all that was pretty normal talk for Sebek.

It was a lot easier to let Sebek just escort you to your first class than to try and argue about being able to get there on your own. It was a lot quieter after he left to go to his own classes. Grim actually fell asleep during class, claiming that he woke up too early from Sebek’s yelling.

Around lunch time, Lilia had stopped by your table (Scaring Ace in the process). He’d greeted you with a big smile, and arms outstretched.

“Congratulations! Young people sure do move fast. But I’m glad to see Malleus so happy. He told us all about it when he came back to Diasomnia yesterday. It seems Briar Valley’s future is looking rather interesting, and more accepting of humans.”

Okay, now you were very confused, and so was everyone else. Unfortunately, when Ace asked what was going on, Lilia just laughed.

“Ah, it is hard to keep up with younger folks sometimes. Anyway, I will be off. Much to do, things to help arrange.”

He disappeared before anyone could get another word in.

It’s safe to say you were now thoroughly confused. All you did was give Malleus a rock, and now you have Sebek acting like he had to escort you places, and Lilia congratulating you? Was the rock some magical item? It wouldn’t be the first time you accidentally came across something magical. Maybe it was Malleus just being protective? He did have a habit of going over the top a bit to protect those he cares about.

Either way, the only way to know what was really going on would be to ask Malleus himself. So after classes were over, you and Grim made your way over to Diasomnia to find Malleus.

You’d never seen Diasomnia so…scattered. Several students were moving around quickly, some even avoiding eye contact or going still as you walked past them. And sitting in the lounge was the dragon prince himself, Malleus, with a big smile on his face as he spoke with Lilia.

As soon as Malleus saw you approaching, his smile grew again, and he looked at you with such joy and affection.

“Ah, Child of man, how lovely it is for you to visit. Everything is going smoothly.”

You blinked up at him in confusion, “What’s going smoothly?”

At that, he seemed surprised for a moment before answering, “The preparations for our marriage of course.”

…

What.

Grim practically squeaked beside you at the revelation and began shouting, “Marriage?! Who said you could marry my hench-human? You didn’t even ask for permission to propose to my minion!”

Malleus laughed softly, “There was no need for me to seek your approval. Child of man proposed to me themself. It was quite the honor.”

The small direbeast looked quickly between you and Malleus in shock, and slight offense that you didn’t tell him. Malleus wasn’t a mage he wanted to provoke, but you were his hench-human! How could you propose to him without even consulting or telling him first?!

In the pause, Malleus continued, “I have taken great lengths to ensure the precious stone is safe. It is a symbol of our engagement, and will be a fine piece at our ceremony. Grandmother has already received word, and will be welcoming you to Briar Valley by my side.”

Oh great seven. The Queen of Briar Valley knows you somehow proposed to the Prince by giving him…a rock?? This must be some part of fae culture you’d yet to learn about. Courtship wasn’t exactly a priority when learning about their culture, so you hadn’t gotten there yet.

Snapping out of your shocked daze, you had to ask, “We’re…engaged??”

Malleus nodded, “Of course. Was that not the purpose of your gift of stone?”

Part of you wanted to clarify that proposing was very much not the intention, but he looked so happy and Lilia was giving you a look beside him. Malleus even told his grandma, made Sebek escort you this morning, and now all of Diasomnia is treating you like some sort of royalty. He was so excited about it. How could you tell him that you weren’t proposing when he was so excited? That might break his heart.

Unsure of what to say, you stayed silent for a moment. Lilia, ever the protector of Malleus’ feelings, laughed lightly, “Ah young love. Proposing and yet being so flustered about it. It’s relieving to see the future rulers of Briar Valley being oh so in love. Humans and fae coming together after so long.”

Malleus smiled again, and stepped by your side, “I am honored to be your chosen partner. Now, we must set up a time for you to meet Grandmother before the wedding.”

Oh yeah, you’re done for.