#we've got them going through what looks like a wedding arch.

[gregoftom]

where do i even start

[oneforthemunny]

FUN GAME MY ROLL IS:

5,E,$

yay!!! your roll is: rockstar!eddie, all fours, and paddle ;)

for those wanting to know where this falls in the lore timeline of nepo baby!reader and rockstar!eddie, i'm thinking newly weds lol. as always, minors dni. dom/sub themes, spanking, nipple clamps, .

"How do you want me?"

"All fours," Eddie looked over his shoulder, standing in front of his 'wall of weapons' as he called it- racks of canes, crops, cuffs, clamps, and everything else he needed to play. It was an upgrade from the torture trunk he used to take with him everywhere, a must have when he built the house and added the sex dungeon.

You slid over the silk sheets, onto the edge of the bed, turning towards the mirrored wall that met the matching ceiling. You knew Eddie would want you facing that way, in the mirror so you could see yourself, see him. He'd blindfold you if he didn't, but he always preferred it this way.

"Mm," Eddie groaned, pulling you from your thoughts. You looked at him through the mirror, his tongue running over his lip hungrily, taking in your bare and exposed backside. "Look at you, baby."

Your body burned with pricking heat, spreading like wildfire down to your core. "What?" You giggled coyly, hooking your chin over your shoulder, lashes batting towards him. "What's wrong?"

Eddie's lips pulled in a grin. "Nothin's wrong. You just look good." His calloused hand smoothed over the soft skin of your thigh, up to grab a firm handful of your ass. "Look so good for me. I've just missed this." He sighed contently, nearly lovingly.

You blinked at him, hips swaying a little. "It's been so long since we've gotten to do this. Been away for so fuckin' long, felt like forever." Eddie muttered, his hand gliding up your spine.

"I know," You hummed. "I've missed you, too." You added with a playful smile that made his own heart swell.

"Good," Eddie hummed, reaching in the back pocket of his jeans. "I picked your favorite." He twirled it around, showing off the flimsy, leather paddle. Black and rounded, he got it in Amsterdam a few years ago. Eddie drug you into this lewd yet snooty sex shop, let you pick it out. An early memory of your relationship, that was just starting to bud and bloom at the time.

"Ooh," You giggled. "Are you going soft on me, Munson? Getting mushy with age?" You teased, biting your bottom lip seductively.

Eddie snorted lightly, lips twitching in amusement, spinning the paddle around. "Yeah? We'll see if you'll think that in a little bit." He smirked, patting your hip a little firmer than he usually would, a foreshadowing of what was to come.

He opted for the softer nipple clamps, adjustable and without the weight, a small chain hooking between each. You writhed in pleasure filled pain when he fastened them on, rolling your nipple between his fingers before hooking the clamp onto the hardened bud, grinning when you whimpered.

"Still feel like I'm going soft?" Eddie asked, gently dragging the leather paddle up your thighs, over your backside, between your legs.

"Well, you didn't use the clamps with the weights on them," You quipped, eyeing him challengingly. "So maybe."

Eddie grinned, softly tapping the paddle to your left cheek. "Oh, I see how you're gonna be." He couldn't even feign disapproval, much to excited for your little bratty demeanor. "Better keep those eyes forward, or I'll get the cane. Understand?"

You nodded, head moving to look at yourself through the mirror. Your pussy throbbed, squeezing around nothing but an aching need to be filled when Eddie softly tapped the paddle to your ass. The room fell silent, the paddle lifting, before cutting through the air with a faint whistle, a loud clap of impact shocking you before the searing pain did.

You gritted, back arching only a little, clamps wiggling and tugging at the impact. You lifted your eyes back forward, watching Eddie lift the paddle again. "Oh!" You grit, the next two strikes of the paddle, one to each cheek making you ache, beginning to build the painful pressure.

Eddie brought the paddle down again and again, building a slow rhythm that began to crescendo, alternating from cheek to cheek, to your sit spots, the top of your thighs. Your nails dug into the silk sheets beneath you, legs wobbling and burning with the straining urge to clamp together. A final spank had you sliding forwards, body shaking with pleasure, glassy eyed and mind numbed with aching need.

Eddie grinned, watching you tremble, falling apart in front of him. Oh, how he'd missed this- how he'd missed you. Sliding his jeans off, he crawled onto the bed, slotting his body between yours, pulling at the chain on your clamps, mouth hot and taking in your own. He pushed your leg up, hooked it over his hip, a wolfish grin spreading over his features when you whimpered, sensitive skin making contact with the sheets. Clawing to him, he pushed into you, head falling into the crook of your neck, a much more loving fucking than what you usually got after playing like this, but one you didn't mind- you'd missed him.

[thescarletnargacuga]

PLAY PRETEND

A BUNNYDOLL ONESHOT

WARNING: unhinged Ragatha, SO much digital violence, NPCs die

~~~

"CUT!! No, no, NO!! Do it again! Do it right!" An NPC wearing a ball cap labeled "Director" threw a script down on the ground in frustration.

Jax dragged a hand down his face. "We've done this scene 87 times!!"

"And we'll do it 87 more times if you don't do your job and act right!" The NPC gripped the arms of his chair, fit to break. "Go again! Reset!" The movie set came to life with activity. People rushing to reset props and touch up make up on the actors.

"Jax, please, just do what he says." Ragatha pleaded. She was as tired as he was, plus she was standing in bad heels the whole time. At least he got to stay barefoot. "We won't be able to finish the adventure until the movie's finished." She coughed when an NPC powdered her cheeks.

"I agree. This is getting very dull." Kinger said from his position next to them. "Just go with it and it'll be over soon."

"But why did I get this part? Why can't you be the groom??" Jax tugged at the tight tux collar choking him.

"Because I play the part of an ordained minister better." Kinger said matter-of-factly.

"I'm not exactly thrilled about it either, Jax. I'd much rather kiss Kinger. At least he wouldn't complain the whole time." Ragatha sneered.

Kinger had a smile in his eyes. He looked to the maid of honor and best man. "You two holding up okay?"

"My legs are numb." Gangle whimpered. The dress she was forced to wear was heavy on her spindly body.

"I should have stayed at the circus with Zooble." Pomni muttered. At least she got to wear a suit, so she wasn't too uncomfortable.

"Hey! Could we fix the best man's hair?" The director called out. "He looks like he just crawled out of bed!"

"I'm a GIRL!!" Pomni snarled, only to be ignored. Another NPC rushed to her and adjusted her hair.

Jax sighed and pinched the area where the bridge of his nose would be if he had one. "Shut up, you little cross dresser. Yelling at the moron doesn't do anything. Caine made the director a bit too passionate about his movie."

"Tell me about it." Ragatha crossed her arms. "I read the script, we're not even in the final scene! There's a whole other act that centers around our characters fighting a horde of mutant unicorns"

"Say what?" Jax gaped.

"Yeah, once the wedding scene is over, a horde breaks in and we fight. Pomni dies in your arms, Gangle escapes with Kinger but we break into the church's armory and fight them off."

"There's an armory??" Jax grew increasingly interested.

"Yeah? Did you not read the script?"

"Of course not, I have you to do it for me." He grinned. "Do you know where the armory is now?"

"Yeah, it's under the altar behind Kinger." She arched a brow. "Why?"

"Things are about to get interesting. Hey, D-man, we doing this scene or what?"

"If you're finally ready." The director answered incredulously. "From the top! Quiet on set! Camera! Wedding vows take 88 and...action!"

Jax and Ragatha held hands, believably happy looks on their faces. Kinger opened his book that had nothing on it. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join two hearts and souls to be one in the eyes of God." Kinger raised his hands up, light poured in through the stained glass window behind him that had Caine as this movie world's proclaimed religion. Pomni subtly rolled her eyes. "Mr. Smith, would you say your vows?"

Jax cleared his throat. "Maggie, you've been by my side bringing love and laughter into my life when I've needed it most. I feel like I've known you forever. Maybe even in another life. You have a heart of gold that I intend to have and hold forever. I love you."

The director looked at the script. Jax was improving some of his lines. At least the scene was still moving along.

Ragatha was blushing for real and completely forgot her lines. Jax was so convincing when he actually tried. She almost missed her cue and winged it the best she could. "Oh, Jack, my love. You have been my rock. When life was too much, you'd bring me back to earth and tell me...it doesn't matter. You've put things into perspective for me when my mind would run away. You've stood steady fast against the world, no matter what it threw at you. Your bravery is inspiring, I will always love you."

The director checked the script again. "What..?"

Gangle and Pomni looked at each other, but stayed in character.

"The rings." Kinger said and Pomni handed them to Jax. He slid the rose gold ring on Ragatha's finger and said, "With this ring, I ask you, are you ready to kick some [%$!#]?"

"Huh?"

Before the director could yell "cut", Jax kicked the altar over and pulled out the first weapon he could reach. A good old boot-zooka. He aimed it at the director and fired. The director dove out of the way in time for the boot to turn his chair to splinters, and the crew scattered screaming in terror.

"Grab the camera!" Jax ordered as he reloaded.

Kinger slid over as fast as he could and hoisted the cinema camera off its stand.

"Whatever you do, don't stop rolling! We're finishing this movie our way!" Jax fired again at the director, who took it to the face and was thrown through a set wall.

"This is insane!" Pomni grabbed a random weapon, it looked like a weird water gun.

Gangle didn't grab anything, she hid behind Kinger.

Ragatha could hear frantic neighing over the calamity. She saw horses with an inhumane amount of paint and prosthetics plastered onto them tied to a far wall. They were apparently the mutant unicorns they were supposed to fight in the next scene. She dug into the weapons and found a huge butcher's knife. She looked at Jax, who had run out of boots and was grabbing a shotgun.

"For once, I agree with you. Let's get these [%$!#]holes." She wielded her knife and ran to the horses.

Jax grinned so much, his face hurt. "[%$!#] em up!" Security came to control the situation and Jax leveled his gun at the first NPC that tried to rush him. The gun exploded and a roll of dollar bills hit the NPC in the chest, downing him. "Buckshot. Heh, I get it." He racked another bundle and fired.

Ragatha cut the ropes tethering the frightened horses. One by one, they ran in random directions. They galloped off in straight lines and didn't stop for anything in their way; not NPCs, sets, walls, or Pomni.

"Everybody run!! They're mad!!" An NPC, who Ragatha recognized as the one who constantly did her makeup by shoving powder in her face, screamed. "Oh, you haven't seen anything yet." Ragatha threw the knife and it lodged itself in the NPC's head. They fell backwards to the ground. "By the way, your makeup skills are TRASH!"

She never realized just how much rage burned beneath the surface. It felt so good to finally let go, at least in the moment. She'd probably hate herself later, but right now, she didn't care. She yanked her knife out of the unresponsive NPC and looked for her next target. An NPC was baring down on Jax as he was fighting off three others. She ran up and started chopping.

Jax turned to see the absolute ruin Ragatha had left the NPC in. She was huffing, her hair was disheveled, and gripping the knife like an axe. "Anyone every tell you you're gorgeous when you're crazy?"

She tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled at him. "Someone has now." She tore at her wedding dress; losing the sleeves and frills. She ripped the skirt so she could move faster. She blushed when Jax wolf whistled at her.

Pomni whimpered as she shakily held her gun up at some advancing security NPCs. She pulled the trigger and hot glitter glue shot out and covered everyone in front of her. They screamed until the glue hardened, turning them into glittery gooey statues.

"Atta girl, Pomni!" Ragatha encouraged.

Pomni did not share Ragatha's enthusiasm. "ARE WE DONE YET!?"

"Do you see a portal? The movie isn't over! Kinger! Get this in frame!" Jax shot another NPC in the leg.

Ragatha chased another NPC past a supply closet. She stopped in her tracks when the word flammable stuck out in her periphery. The door was locked, so she hacked away at the handle like a madwoman. She opened it to find stacks of crates marked for various pyrotechnics and explosives. She gave a grin that would make Jax proud. "Jackpot."

The director was coming to after being booted through the wall. He groaned and climbed out of the hole in time to see Ragatha come out of the fire closet with an oversized roman candle. She fired at some of the few remaining security. Multicolor balls of sparking fire rained down on her enemies.

The director tried to scramble away but the butt end of a shot gun punted him into the supply closet. He crashed into the crates, one dumping half sticks of dynamite into his lap. He looked up in fear to see Jax looming in the doorway. "You know, without that hat. You're no more distinguishable from the rest. You're nothing but an annoying hack rack." He flicked the hat off the director's head with the barrel of his gun.

"Please...please don't hurt me."

"Oh, I'm not gonna do anything. You see, my bride is a bit pent up. You're all hers." Jax stepped back and dropped his weapon.

As if on cue, Ragatha came over and jumped into Jax's arms.

Jax caught and held her like the battle bride she was.

Ragatha aimed the giant roman candle at the director. "And they lived happily ever after!"

"Mother[%$!#]!" Jax held tight as the roman candle kicked back. It sent three colorful fireballs into the pile of explosive crates, blowing them and director sky high. The explosion blew back Ragatha's hair, silhouetting her against the fiery glow.

Jax couldn't help himself. In the literal heat of the moment, he kissed her. He expected to be punched or berated but...she kissed him back. She dropped her weapon and wrapped her arms around his neck. His grip on her tightened, holding her close until the kiss came to an end. They parted only enough to look each other in the eye.

"You don't have to keep pretending, dollface." The usually degrading nickname held a tone of endearment.

"I think we should both stop pretending." She kissed his cheek. "I think this could work if we let it."

"Yeah....maybe it could."

Kinger cut the camera. With the movie complete, the portal back to the circus opened.

~~~

Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed it, please leave a comment or check out my blog for more TADC oneshots!

[supercap2319]

Can you do an Archie Andrews x Male Reader where it’s a few years after the graduate and they share an apartment and for Valentine’s Day Archie takes him out to dinner at a fancy restaurant and then proposes to him? Thanks! I love your work!!

Y/N was in the living room with his socks peeking over the couch as he watched the Hallmark's list of romantic Valentine's Day movie marathon. He laughed at the cheesy plotline of each movie. It was always the same thing. Two strangers falling in love, or two enemies to lovers etc.

As Y/N laughed and threw popcorn at the TV screen as his roommate, Archie Andrews came into the room. After graduation from Riverdale highschool, they moved to New York together and got an apartment together. Archie was trying to make it with his music, and Y/N was an ace reporter for their local newspaper. He saw the mess on the floor and sighed.

"Dude, you're messing up my carpet." He chuckled.

"Dude, this is my carpet too. And you mess up our bathroom with your stinky socks and jockstraps. But you don't hear me complaining." Y/N smirks.

Archie grinned and looked at the TV. "Hallmark Rom-Coms? You've hit rock bottom."

"I feel like it too. Did you need something?"

"Yeah, I was thinking we should go out for Valentine's Day tonight and celebrate."

Y/N stopped mid-air of popcorn as he looked at Archie and laughed. "You're serious, Arch?"

"Very. So, you should start getting ready."

"But, but. We'll be giving into the cliche. It'll be packed. And I don't have anything to wear." Y/N said, trying to make reasons not to get his ass off this couch.

"I've got dinner reservations for 8:00. You've got an hour to get ready. Now, move your cute ass and get ready. I know you've got something in your closet." Archie winked and left the room.

An hour later they were both dressed in nice suits and ties as Archie took Y/N to a fancy restaurant. The ones you see in the movies. The ones only celebrities and their moms can afford.

Y/N looks around. "Arch? This is nice and all. It's very high-class, but it's too expensive. I can't let you pay for this."

Archie looks at him and gives him a sheepish smile. "Come on. We've been through a lot together. You've been there through my dad's passing. My parents' divorce. My indecise on Veronica and Betty. It's the least I can do."

"That's honorable, Arch, but I would have been happy with just burgers and shakes from Pop's."

"I miss those days. Sitting at Pop's diner for hours just you, me, Veronica, Betty, Jughead." Archie said as he blushed. "But there's another reason why I asked you here."

Y/N frowned. "What other reason would you have for bringing me here?"

Archie stood up. And looked around the room before he got down on one knee and pulled out a ring. "Y/N L/N…"

Y/N looks at him in shock as people turn to look at them. He's not going to propose, is he? "Archibald Andrew, what are you doing?"

"We've known each since we were kids. And you've always been my best friend. I have always loved you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?"

Y/N wasn't sure what to say. He was so shocked and happy at the same time. He couldn't believe how vulnerable Archie was right now. He was putting his heart in the line, and just confessed in front of this whole restaurant that he loved Y/N and wanted to spend the rest of his life with him.

He looks at him, tears streaming down his face as he nods. "Yes! Of course I'll marry you."

There was an eruption of cheer from the crowd of people listening and watching as Archie slipped his dad's wedding band on Y/N's fingers and kissed him.

[heartlandians]

Christmas in August, part 2/5

Newlyweds Shane and Chloe have just added a new extension to the Bartlett-Fleming-Morris family, but when it seems like the couple won't be able to make it "home for the holidays", Tim comes up with an idea to make their first extended family Christmas happen.

Characters: Shane, Chloe, Tim, Miranda, Jack, Lisa, Amy, Lyndy, Lou, Katie, Nathan, Paul.

A/N: Sets around the time of the season 17 finale.

****

Later that night, Tim was tossing and turning on their bed, while Jessica was bouncing up and down along his movements on the other side of the mattress.

They had gone to bed hours ago, but neither of them had gotten a wink of sleep - thanks to Tim.

"What is it...?" Jessica finally had to ask as she was starting to get frustrated with the way something was clearly on Tim's mind and he could barely live with it inhabiting his head.

Tim froze, almost like suddenly realizing he wasn't alone.

"What?" he asked, dumbfounded that Jessica knew something was bothering him. Tim had thought his wife had been sleeping and now, all of a sudden, she was talking to him, asking questions.

Jessica sighed, tugging her hand under her pillow, trying to make it more firm for her head to rest on.

"You've been restless for hours now. Something's going on. So... what is it?" she then demanded to know, her tone low and groggy.

"Nothing. Just go back to sleep", Tim insisted, glancing over his shoulder. He could barely make out Jessica's figure in the dark, but he could tell she had her back to him.

"I can't sleep. Not with you like that", Jessica informed him.

Tim realized he was keeping Jessica from resting. "Sorry. I can just take the couch."

Jessica sighed, feeling the frustration build up. They had been working hard as a couple when it came to their communication skills, and now Tim was about to shut her out.

Not a chance.

The couch was not a solution, not even when she was this desperate for sleep.

The woman got up into a sitting position and reached out to turn on the light on the night stand. She squinted first, letting her eyes get used to seeing again, as she glanced over Tim's side of the bed.

"Or... how about you just tell me what's going on?" she suggested instead. "I don't want you to sleep on the couch. It makes me feel like we're fighting - and we're not fighting. Right?"

"It almost kind of sounds like maybe we're about to..." Tim said hesitantly, turning over on his back.

Jessica arched her eyebrow and crossed her arms, challenging him to focus on the real matter at the hand instead of deflecting on what was going on between them.

"Okay. Fine. -- It's just... The Shane thing", Tim finally admitted.

Jessica kept waiting him to expand that, but he didn't.

"What "Shane Thing"...?"

"I really wanted him and Chloe here for Christmas. You know, one big family Christmas, with all of my loved ones here. But... it's not happening", Tim explained, looking disappointed after trying to hide it ever since the wedding.

"Well, there will be plans to have them here for next Christmas, right?" Jessica reminded.

Tim got up into a sitting position as well as he felt like he really had to get on Jessica's level in order to explain why it was bugging him so much.

"But I wanted it to happen now. You know, after everything we've been through. I don't want them to slip away again", Tim said. "With my girls, Shane... Now with Chloe joining the family. I want to keep this going. -- And I feel annoyed that Chloe's family gets to have them for the month of December when they aren't even going to celebrate Christmas!" he scoffed, waving his hand in a frustrated matter.

Jessica could see where Tim was coming from, but she could also understand the other side.

"Well, it sounded like it was a really important thing for them - and for Chloe, especially. With her giving up the job in London and everything that happened leading up to the wedding, I feel like she might want something to go like she planned - for once", Jessica offered another perspective Tim might have not thought about. "There'll be next year, honey."

She gently brushed Tim's cheek that had pillow lines on it.

"You and I both know damn well there might not always be next year", Tim pointed out. "Haven't we always talked about how everything is here and now? That that's all we really have. We can make plans, but there are no guarantees that we are there to see them happen."

Jessica knew that to be true, so she nodded, but at the same time she wasn't sure if Tim was just using that to argue his point or if there was something more to it.

"There isn't something you're keeping from me, is there...?" she had to check.

"No", Tim said, frowning and shaking his head. "I'm fine, I'm fine. Just... I don't want to let go of this moment. This high. I've never been this happy. -- I don't know what I was even thinking, giving my blessing for Shane's move to London..."

He turned to put his legs down on the floor, while still sitting at the edge of the bed.

"At least that's not happening now, and of course I would find a way to be happy for him if it did end up happening after all, but..." Tim trailed off.

Jessica looked at her husband's back, trying to read into the tone of his voice and the way he sat as she was missing out all the facial expressions.

She slowly made her way on her knees through the sea of covers to hug her man from behind.

"I get it. But he's not gone yet. You still have tomorrow with him. And the ride", Jessica reminded, leaning her head against Tim's while her chin rested on his shoulder.

"I guess..." Tim muttered, thinking about it for a while. "I actually have an idea..."

Jessica closed her eyes, almost falling asleep from the exhaustion. "Oh, yeah...?"

"But I'm going to need all hands on deck", Tim said, gently sweeping his fingers across Jessica's arms that rested on his chest. "I can delegate you to help me organize something, can't I?"

"Not if you won't let me sleep you won't..." Jessica mumbled against his shoulder as she pressed a lazy kiss on it.

"Okay - let's get some sleep. We have a big day ahead of us", Tim announced, making it his mission to make the next day something Shane would hopefully never forget.

****

The next morning, when Shane walked out of their cabin to take in the view while his wife was still sleeping, he thought about how he was going to miss this place. They wouldn't be leaving to Calgary with Chloe till tomorrow morning to spend some time with her family, but this was going to be his last full day here and he wasn't going to rush any of it.

Much to his surprise, Shane saw Tim's truck parked in front of his mom and Paul's cabin. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he checked the time from his wrist watch; it was hardly even 7 o'clock, yet Tim was already here. Shane also knew that his mother didn't like early mornings, so it was even more odd to see Tim already visiting her at this hour.

Shane knew that days started early at ranches, but he had hoped that they'd be able to enjoy their breakfast by the dock with Chloe before going off to have the trail ride they had planned. No time for it had been set, but maybe they should have done that, Shane now thought, if this was his dad's impression of a completely normal time to get started on the day.

The door to Miranda's cabin opened and out walked her and Tim. Shane looked at them, clearing his throat a little so maybe he could holler them a good morning, but when he saw the expression on his mother's face, he stopped himself.

She looked so serious, but also fidgety. Glancing over her shoulder, as if to check if anyone was hearing this, Miranda had an exchange with Tim that Shane couldn't make out from this far - but he didn't like the look of it.

In fact, it instinctively reminded him of the time when he and his mom had showed up to the ranch years ago, and both Miranda and Tim had kept this huge secret from him.

The stay at Heartland and the Dude Ranch had been great so far - despite few bumps in the road - but now Shane felt disappointed if it was going to end up in a way that would leave a sour taste in his mouth.

Before he realized what was happening, Shane heard Tim's truck door close as his dad began to leave.

When returning to the driveway, heading back to Heartland, Tim noticed him on the porch and waved him good morning, but didn't roll down his window and stop to talk.

So... he wasn't here for the ride?

Shane was even more confused.

Miranda was still on the porch, about to turn around, when Shane walked down the steps and quickly tried to catch her before she would get back inside.

"What was that about?" he inquired.

Miranda looked surprised to see Shane awake already, but then quickly tried to hide her guilty looking expression by making it seem like there had been nothing strange about that whole visit by Tim.

"Well, good morning to you too", Miranda said first and foremost. "And, what do you mean?" she acted stupid.

"Why was dad here?" Shane specified. "And why didn't he stay to even say greet me properly?" he added, looking after him but all he could see now was a cloud of dust, settling back on the ground.

"Oh... Well, he, uh..." Miranda began, but she was clearly struggling to come up with a lie. "He just asked if Paul and I would like to join you guys for the ride, but I said we would just like to spend the day here, now that Paul is finally here, so..."

Shane squinted his eyes, letting out a scoff.

"You know, one of the skills that I've been able to really develop at my job is my ability to spot a liar - and I'm looking at one right now", he reminded her of his assets.

"What?" Miranda laughed. She wasn't impressed by Shane's tough guy act. "I'm not lying", she insisted.

"Please..." Shane breathed. "You have your tells..." he knew.

""Tells"? Honey, I've been working at a casino. I'm pretty sure I don't have tells", Miranda reminded him of the facts. "Otherwise I wouldn't have been able to keep down that job for as long as I did."

"Everyone has a tell..." Shane corrected her.

"Shane!" Chloe's voice from the other porch reached them.

Shane twisted his upper body around. He wanted to know what was going on with his parents, but at the same time, this was his first morning as a married man and he didn't want to waste it on this instead of really savoring this moment with his wife.

This was the beginning of their new life together with Chloe.

Even though this mystery with his parents bothered him, Shane didn't want to just look back and remember all the hardest times of his past he had gone through.

"Okay, fine, be that way. But I'm not going to let you ruin my day. So... if you'll excuse me...", he excused himself, leaving Miranda on the porch.

Miranda was surprised by Shane's strong reaction, even though she could understand that no one liked being lied to. But she wanted to believe that the end would justify the means.

At least she really hope it would, as she was tired of being the bad guy while Tim got to be the hero.

Years might have passed, but that dynamic had not changed, it seemed.

[annaphoenix1994]

Ch.106 - Mr. and Mrs. Simon Riley - Part 2

Previous Chapter - Masterlist - Next Chapter

Once at the venue, Simon clutched Jacob nervously as the reality started to sink in. I'm getting married today, he thought. I'm finally getting married. She's going to be my wife. "Take a breath, sweetheart," Eva assured him, toting the wedding gift she had gotten for them in her arms. "I know it's a lot of pressure." 

"Not as much as the pressure Kiera is feeling right now, I'm sure. She's worried about every little detail while I'm just worried about how to not mess up my vows." 

"That she is, sweetheart. I'm going to take Jacob to the lounge where Kiera is so that she can settle him in and get him ready. You have your own lounge to go to where the other boys are." 

"Look forward to it." Simon grumbled, handing Jacob to his future mother-in-law after she had set aside the gift she had for them, frowning as he watched her walk away before he made his way to the men's lounge. 

"Hermano!" Alejandro shouted, opening his arms has he got up from his chair, not even hesitating before wrapping his arms around Simon's shoulders. "Congratulations, man!"

"Thank you." He nodded, forcing himself to ignore the fact that he didn't like to be touched unless it was Kiera, forcing the social anxiety from his inner thoughts as he knew Alejandro was not a threat to him. 

Nor was anyone else in the area.

"Let's celebrate!" He smiled, walking back towards his chair before Price stood up to greet him, reaching out to shake Simon's hand before Soap followed suit. 

"You're not getting me in trouble with smoking a cigar on my wedding day, mate!" Simon chuckled. 

"Oh, come on, L.T.," Soap scoffed. "We won't see you for a couple of weeks after today and the old man traveled a lot of miles to be here!" 

"Don't fucking guilt trip me, Seargent." He arched a brow, taking the cigar anyway and having a seat on the open chair, letting Price light his cigar before he joined him. 

"Works every time." Soap snickered, letting Price light his cigar before he too took a seat. 

"So, are you nervous?"

"That's an understatement, old man," He chuckled. "I'm just going to let you know in advance that if you see a tear coming from my eye, I have an onion in my pocket." 

"Don't you lie, L.T., you know you're going to cry without the smell of a bloody onion!" 

Simon glared at him, causing Soap to snicker along with Rudy. 

"I won't say a word, Simon," Price chuckled. "If it makes you feel any better, I cried when Alice and I got married and I'm sure Johnny there is going to cry like a schoolgirl when he and Jennifer get married."

"Who's Jennifer?"

"Teeter. We've been shagged up for over a year and I'm just now learning her actual name!" 

"Sounds like you, mate." 

"I can't say I'm surprised, Johnny," Price scoffed. "I just hope there'll be whiskey at that wedding because I know I'll need it!" 

"You and me both, old man." Simon chuckled, exhaling a cloud of smoke from the cigar. 

"Well, just two hours left and you'll be a married man!" Price chimed, changing the subject. "It's a wonderful feeling, yeah?" 

"It is, but I'm scared of fucking it up." 

"You won't." 

*

"Are you excited for saying your private vows? Just an hour left until the ceremony!" Kiera's hair stylist chimed before making the final curl into her hair, looking at her through the mirror. 

She exhaled a shaky breath, "I'm so nervous and I don't know why! It's not like this is our first time meeting each other! I think it's just where this entire day is about us and we both don't like that amount of attention." She giggled. 

"By what you've told me, you two have been engaged for quite some time, right?" 

"Almost two years," She sighed, frowning at her appearance in the mirror, never finding any moment to find something positive about herself. "I need to cover up this scar." 

"Sweetheart, Simon loves you for you," Eva reminded her. "He doesn't even see that scar when he looks at you." 

"But I do, momma," She frowned. "I don't want this ugly scar showing on my wedding day at least. I want him to see me without it for once." 

"Hasn't he always told you that you don't need makeup to be beautiful?" Eva arched her brow playfully. 

"Y-Yeah, but," She sighed. "I don't know." 

"You're beautiful, sweetheart," Eva assured her. "This day is more than special." 

"Thank you, momma." 

"Although I wish my makeup wasn't done already, because when we say our vows, I know I'm going to cry and ruin it." 

"It'll be okay, honey," Her hairdresser assured her, setting down the curling iron before completing Kiera's hairstyle with hairspray and looking at her watch. "Okay, it's ten minute before one! Let's get your dress back on and get you ready for your private vows. I'm going to take some stills while you two are reading them to each other for your photo set. Is that okay?" 

"I love that. What's your idea?" 

"There's a pillar that I want you two to stand at, holding hands as you both are turned away from each other - kind of like you both are standing against a corner where you can't see each other, but you're still able to touch each other while you're reading your vows. Does that make sense?" She giggled. 

"Kind of, but I'm sure you'll put us in the right position."

"I'll take you out first so that Simon won't see you when I bring him out." 

Kiera nodded, "Okay." 

"But first, I'll take some pictures of your mother buttoning up the back of your dress and get some photos of the two of you." 

Once the photos of Kiera and her mother were taken, Eva couldn't help but shed a few tears as she kissed Kiera's forehead, telling her how beautiful she was. "I have something for you, honey - to put on your bouquet." 

Kiera furrowed her brows, "To put on my bouquet?" 

Eva nodded before walking to the nearby table where her purse was, returning with something clutched in her hands as she closed the distance between her and Kiera. "This was your father's locket," She explained, her voice growing hoarse. "Inside it, is a photo of you and him together and one of all three of us. He loved you so much, sweetheart." 

Kiera's lip couldn't help but quiver at the locket, rapidly blinking her eyes to blink away the tears, bringing the locket up to her lips before her mother helped her tie it in to her bouquet. "He's here with you, Kiera. He's always been so proud of you." 

"I know, momma. Thank you." She sniffled, wrapping her arm around Eva's shoulders and pulling her in for a comforting hug. 

*

"I'll give you two a moment," The photographer smiled. "I'm going to go get Simon and let him know to get his vows ready." 

Both Kiera and Eva nodded. 

"Mr. Riley?" Autumn, the photographer, asked from the other side of the door with a soft knock, waiting a few moments before the door opened, seeing Price in front of her. "Is Mr. Riley ready to say his vows?" 

"Yes, he's just finishing up putting on his coat." Price nodded, a few moments going by before Simon met him at the door, patting him on the shoulder. "Looking sharp, Simon." 

"I'd hate to attend my own wedding looking dull." He smirked, proud of how sharp he looked, wishing he had more opportunities to wear a suit. Counting down the bloody minutes until I get to see her, he mused.

"Just remember to hold those tears back until you actually see her, mate!" Soap poked from inside the room. 

Simon rolled his eyes before he looked at Autumn, "Do you need me to wait a few minutes?" 

"Just a few moments," She assured him. "I'm going to get her and get her into place before I bring you out. Can't have you sneaking a glance at your bride!" 

"I've been trying to sneak a glance since I got here!" 

She giggled, "There will be plenty of time for glances, sir." 

"If it would've been up to me, I would've stolen the moon from the stars last night just to see her before I shut my eyes." He huffed. 

"I didn't think you had a romantic bone in your body, L.T.!" 

"That kind of surprised me." Gaz admitted. 

"Shut your bloody mouth." 

Autumn giggled, "Well, just give me a few minutes to get her situated and I'll be back!" 

"Best hurry before I accidentally make my way out there myself." 

*

Simon's heart raced when he smelled Kiera's perfume. Unable to physically see her, it drove him crazy to be only able to grasp her hand when instructed. The couple waited patiently as Autumn took her photos. "Okay, are you two ready to state your vows?" She smiled, watching them both nod in unison. 

Kiera nodded as she took a deep breath, "I didn't write them down because I knew I wouldn't need to," 

Both she and Simon both chuckled at her admittance. 

"Simon, I don't know where to start. There's so much I love about you that only actions can explain, but by what I can say, you are the absolute man of my dreams - a man who I thought I'd never deserve let alone meet in my lifetime. I love how you always stand by my side, how you always put me first, how you love Jacob and Evie with your entire being and have since we found out we were pregnant," She then began to cry, her voice strained, shedding more tears when she felt Simon's thumb rub against her knuckles. "How you grew to love Baler as your own son after your hardships, how you've never stopped loving me even with this ugly scar on my face," She teased, giggling. "I promise to love you for the amazing man you are, to promise to be as loyal to you as you have been with me, to stand by your side no matter what the outcome is, and to be the wife you deserve as you deserve so much good to come to you, babe. And I've never been happier to be the one to give that to you." 

Simon exhaled a shaky breath, "I guess our minds thought alike, because I didn't have to write down my vows for you either," He chuckled. "How I feel about you doesn't need to be written down as long as it comes from my heart," He explained, hesitantly bringing her hand up to his chin to place a kiss to her knuckles, rubbing his thumb over the bump of the perfect diamond ring that decorated her finger. "Kiera Faith Dutton, you are the woman I certainly don't deserve, but I will never take advantage of your grace. For years, I had known nothing but negativity and bad luck, leaving me no choice but to build up walls to protect myself for the rest of my life. But you, love, tore down those walls without even trying at all. You stole my heart and I will gladly let you keep it. Because without you, my heart will be nothing worth holding. I love you more than anything I could've imagined loving - my absolute world and rock keeping those negative thoughts I had ever known at bay. Love, I promise to be the husband you certainly deserve. To support you, to protect you, to cherish you, and to love you with every fiber of my body. When we met, I had no idea you'd become this important to me. And now, I can't even imagine what life would be like without you and I hope that day never comes, because I find myself laughing harder with you, to be myself around you and I trust you're with me - the real me. During my days, when something goes wrong or right, you're the first one I want to talk to about it. I love you so much, Kiera." 

He gently squeezed her hand when he heard her shed tears, "I love you too, Simon. So much-"

"I can't wait to kiss you, love."

She giggled, "Me too, babe. I don't ever want to go another night without kissing you before I go to sleep." 

"It'll never happen again."

[the-lonelybarricade]

for the feysand oneshot, how abouuuutttt............ omg a feysand wedding!!!!! we've been deprived of it and you're the only one i trust to write it correctly :D

Hello my lovely anon! Sorry it took me so long to get to this one, I got a bit swept away yesterday and then I was prepping for the ACoFD upload today, but we got to it in the end! This one was a little tough for me because I may or have not already written a Feysand wedding scene for ACoFD and I didn't want this one to by a copycat.

Anway, here's a short and canon compliant wedding scene starting immediately after the end of chapter 60 in ACoMaF:

Read on AO3

“So I won my wedding ring without even being asked if I wanted to marry you.”

“Perhaps.”

Feyre cocked her head. “Do--do you want me to wear it?”

“Only if you want to.”

“When we go to Hybern… Let’s say things go badly. Will anyone be able to tell that we’re mated? Could they use that against you?”

Rage flickered in his eyes. “If they see us together and can scent us both, they’ll know.”

“And I show up alone, wearing a Night Court wedding ring--”

He snarled softly.

Feyre closed the box, leaving the ring inside. “After we nullify the Cauldron, I want to do it all. Get the bond declared, get married, throw a stupid party and invite everyone in Velaris--all of it.”

Rhys took the box from Feyre’s hands and set it down on the nightstand before herding her toward the bed. “And what if I wanted to go one step beyond that?”

“I’m listening,” she purred as he laid her on the sheets.

And Rhys slowly explained his plan to Feyre as he unwound her in his arms. A whisper of words across the valley of her chest, his tongue and lips emphasizing each promise of devotion. He summarized the vows with his head buried between her legs, and explained the ceremony as their body joined. It was certainly a thorough demonstration. Once Feyre had thoroughly become undone in his embrace, he kissed her lips, her neck, her stomach, her legs, and helped her dress.

Still lost to the stupor of their love-making, they snuck out of the town house with a twin pair of elated grins. Rhys looked about as dazed and in love as Feyre felt. She took the moment to savour the feeling, understanding that it was fleeting. That tomorrow, they’d wake up and go to war. But right now, she was walking through Velaris with her mate at her side and the stars above and everything was as it should be. This taste of bliss, it would be worth whatever tomorrow brings.

When they arrived at the temple, the two of them were nearly giddy, drunk on the love and joy throbbing through the golden thread that tied them together. Their sacred bond. The High Priestess was already waiting at the entrance, having been mentally notified of their arrival by Rhysand. She offered them a pleasant smile beneath the hood of her blue robe and bowed her head respectfully before she led them through the temple.

They were escorted into a room with large moonstone arches in place of windows, the space completely open to the soft, saltwater breeze blowing in from the Sidra. The ceiling above was carved with markings reminiscent of Night Court and at its apex, it opened to the night sky. Feyre stared up in awe, marvelling at the waxing moon that shone through, bright and bold among the star-swept sky. It was the perfect place to offer her heart to her mate and his court.

Feyre turned to face Rhys. He was staring at her, adoration plain on his face, and her face heated to realize that he’d been marvelling her in mirror to her gaping at the temple.

Of the glorious sights in the world, Feyre, your beauty surpasses all.

She raised her brows, stepping closer to her mate to play at adjusting the lapels of his jacket. The sight before me certainly challenges such a statement. She made a point of sweeping her gaze over him, stopping at those heartbreaking eyes that were staring at her with such a soft love. Feyre swallowed thickly, feeling all at once enveloped in warmth, like she’d been bundled in a pool of silk.

Rhys swept his arms around her, encircling her in his embrace as he pulled her closer. Then what a view the pair of us must be, he mused.

The High Priestess had been scurrying about, gathering items for the ceremony, but now she appeared at their side. Any mortal notions about modesty didn’t seem to exist in fae ceremonies, for the priestess seemed almost encouraged by the way Feyre and Rhys were clutching onto each other. She made no move to separate them as she began the proceedings, and Feyre was grateful for being able to stay in Rhysand’s arms, safe and warm and complete.

“Feyre Cursebreaker,” she began, her voice loud and clear. It echoed in the open space of the room, carried through the gentle wind, “do you swear to protect and serve the Night Court; to uphold its laws and stand against its enemies; to lead and govern its people; to be a just ruler; and to bow to no and nothing but your crown?”

Feyre pulled away from Rhysand’s embrace, but kept his hand grasped firmly in her own as she faced the High Priestess. “I swear on my life,” she answered resolutely. “I will protect and serve the Night Court and its people. I will lead and govern as a just ruler, and I will uphold the Night Courts laws and stand against its enemies. I will bow to no and nothing but my crown.”

“Kneel now, Cursebreaker, to your crown and country.” The High Priestess gestured to the symbols carved into the moonstone floor and Feyre realized they were standing on the inside circle of the Night Court emblem, the High Priestess just outside the carving.

Feyre nodded, bowing to her knees before the three stars of Ramiel engraved on the floor. The Priestess retrieved a shallow bowl she’d placed on the ground and raised it before Feyre.

“Drink now, from the water that flows through the streams of Ramiel, and let the Mother bless and protect you as the High Lady of the Night Court.”

Feyre raised her chin and drank from the bowl, letting the cool water stay on her tongue as she sent a silent thank you to the Mother and her Cauldron, for having been blessed with such a place to call home, and such a mate to stand beside. And as she drank, she felt her right hand tingle as a twin to her bargain tattoo etched itself into her skin like a lace glove, marking her as High Lady.

When the High Priestess removed the bowl, Rhys was instantly there, fingers placed under her chin. He used that contact point to raise her back to her feet until their lips met. He kissed her so tenderly it scorched her soul, branded her there irrevocably. No one’s touch would ever feel so harmonious, so magnetic.

Then, Rhys pulled away. For a brief second their eyes met, and the burning reverence she saw in those starkissed eyes was staggering. Her whole body felt ablaze as he dropped to his own knees before her, drawing the back of her hand to his lips. “My Lady,” he breathed, his voice thick with emotion. “I will protect and serve. Always. Your word, your command, your will, they are as good as my own, and I will uphold them all. Every breath I take, it will be in your service. Everything that I have, it is yours. Will you take me, as your mate and husband and High Lord?”

“I will,” Feyre said, her voice cracking on the word as she fought against the emotion that clogged her throat, that stung the back of her eyes. Were High Ladies allowed to become blubbering, happy messes in the sacred temples?

Your High Lord has already become one, so I don’t see why High Ladies should be excluded, Rhys murmured. Feyre met his glittering eyes, where tears fell freely down his cheeks. With a sob, Feyre joined him on the floor, both of them kneeling together on the Night Court emblem.

“Will you take me, Rhysand?” Feyre managed to choke out through her tears. “As your mate and wife and High Lady?”

“I already have,” he whispered. “From the moment I met you, and long before that. I have loved you and accepted you as anything you would offer to me. And I always will. My wife, my mate, my High Lady. I love you with everything I am.”

“I love you too, Rhys,” she answered, throwing her arms around his neck to crash her lips to his.

She could taste the salt of their tears, but beyond that she could taste him. Her mate, the soul for her soul, the very person she’d been searching for all her life. And as they burned together on the temple floor, as bright and enduring as the stars themselves, Feyre thought that she was finding more than her other half. She was finding herself, her family, her home, everything that had always felt unattainable and farfetched. For so long she’d never known what it was to be loved, but now, in her husband’s arms, crowned as his equal in every way, she felt so much more than that.

For the first time since turning High Fae, she truly felt immortal. Powerful, everlasting, eternal. High on love and life as she kissed her mate endlessly under the blanket of moonlight. She’d never dreamed she could feel this way, so liberated, so unabatedly happy.

To the people who look up at the stars and wish, Rhys.

To the stars who listen, mate. And the dreams, like this one, that are answered.

Taglist:  @cretaceous-therapod @live-the-fangirl-life @feybaenc @imsecretlyaherondale-blog @tanvee1231

[levis-hazelnut]

Summary: when you and your best friend, Hanji, were younger, you had made up stories about your dream guys - what they would look like and how you would meet. What happens when the one you had made up appears to be real?

Warning(s): suggestions of sex i guess? please do tell me if there are anymore.

Taglist: @castellandiangelo @fandom-addict19​ @20coldhearts​

Status: finished!

part 11 > part 12 (final)

series masterlist

FIVE YEARS LATER...

"So...?" I spoke, looking at Hanji who had a massive grin smeared over her face. It wasn't creepy like her usual grin, it was pure ecstasy and excitement.

She had just come to my apartment (yes, it was now mine and Levi's since she moved in with Erwin) and she burst into my room, which obviously wasn't locked, with the screech of my name. Levi was only in his boxers as he towered over my naked form, so Hanji had immediately scurried out of our room and I grumbled curses as I pulled on a bathrobe. Levi stayed in our room and I went to the living room where Hanji was acting fidgety and was grinning.

And here we are now - me waiting for her to tell me what happened.

"... ERWIN AND I ARE GETTING MARRIED!"

"What?! Really?! Oh my gosh, I'm so happy for you!!" I squealed and brought her into a hug, squeezing her tightly. "Ahh, I’m actually so excited!!!"

"I never thought I could feel this happy. I actually burst into tears when he proposed. Oh my god, I'm so excited!"

"Tch. What's going on?" Levi grumbled, entering the room, wearing just trousers, which meant the bites and hickeys I gave him on his upper body were exposed. "I didn't expect to hear pigs squealing in the living room."

"Erwin proposed to Hanji!" I told him, ignoring his insult.

"Congrats. Can you leave now?" he said blankly with his arms crossed over his chest. Obviously, he wouldn't be happy if someone just barged into his home and interrupted something.

"Levi!" I scolded with a frown as Hanji continued to smile.

"No, no, it's fine. I'm sorry. Just wanted to tell you the big news. Also, you're going to be my maid of honour, of course."

"Yeah, okay. I'm so happy for you, Hanji!" I beamed at her and walked her to the door. "By the way, can I have your keys? I don't want you to barge in here whenever."

"Yes. Sorry."

"It's fine. I should just hurry up before Levi gets all grumpy."

"Okay. I'll see you soon, (Y/N)."

"I'll try to find a day where we can spend time together. But my job is taking up my time."

"Whenever you're free, don't worry. Anyway, bye."

"Bye, Hanji."

As soon as I locked the door, I was scooped up by Levi who carried me bridal style to our bedroom. I laughed softly as he gently dropped me onto the bed.

"You're getting it twice now," he growled quietly in a husky tone.

~/~

"What about this one?" Hanji asked.

"Aww!!! This one is the best! I love it, it suits you so much and I'm sure Erwin's going to love it!" I replied, clapping my hands a couple of times.

Hanji and I were out looking for a wedding dress. We visited many shops, she tried on several dresses but none of them seemed to be the perfect one. However, the one she was wearing now was something that made her look like the perfect bride and it caused tears to gather at the brim of my eyes. Though, I stopped them from falling and Hanji gave me a sympathetic smile, embracing me.

"What's wrong?" she inquired with a light laugh.

"... I'm just so happy for you. I can't believe my best friend's getting married."

She embraced me until I calmed down, even though no tears had fallen.

Once we decided that the dress she was currently wearing was the one, she got measured and pointed out things she wanted to be altered. The worker told us that she should expect the dress to be done and will be able to pick it up in a few months, which will be around one month before the wedding.

We left the shop and decided to get something to eat since we've been walking around all day with empty stomachs.

"After this, we'll go shopping for your dress," Hanji told me after taking a bite of her burger. Yeah, she should be trying to eat healthy to make sure that she can fit into her wedding dress on the day, but she deserved it after doing so much.

"Okay," I beamed.

~/~

I laid on the sofa, on my stomach; one hand was barely touching the floor and the other was holding my phone to my ear as I waited for Levi to finish cooking dinner.

"Wait, what?" I spoke, frowning and shifting to lay on my back.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N)."

"No, but, wait. I haven't seen you in over three months. And that was the only day I was able to make time for just us two. We barely see each other now and I miss you, Eren. Also, Hanji's wedding is next month so I'm going to be even busier because she'll need my help, and I'll still have work, so I'm obviously not going to have time."

"I know. And I miss you, too, princess. But--"

"Don't try making things better by calling me 'princess'. I understand that you have work as well, and you need to go with your boss on this business trip. But why can't you just squeeze in one day for us? That's all I want."

"... I'll try," he sighed. "I'm leaving this weekend and I'll be gone for a week. Maybe I can try to take a day off as soon as I come back. Is that okay?"

"Fine..."

"Stop sulking. Be happy that I'm trying."

A small smile snuck onto my lips, replacing my pout. "How did you even know I was sulking?"

"Are you really going to ask that even though we've been friends for nearly fifteen years?"

"Damn, time goes too fast," I mumbled, as if in thought. Levi came into sight, placing two plates of food on the coffee table in front of the sofa. He tapped my legs, wordlessly asking me to move them, so I did, deciding to sit up. "Anyway, I need to go. I better see you soon."

"You will," he replied, and I could hear the smile in his voice. "Bye, princess."

"Bye," I grinned before hanging up.

"And you say you're not cheating on me with that guy," Levi murmured.

"I'm not, idiot. And he's dating Petra. So just hush and eat your food."

"I doubt you smile like that when you're talking to me on the phone."

"Baby, you know I love you and would never cheat on you with anyone, or do anything to hurt you," I told him, pecking his cheek before picking up my plate of food. "... You're so cute when you're jealous."

"I'm not jealous. Just curious."

"Mhm." I playfully rolled my eyes. "By the way, have you taken a day off of work for Hanji's wedding?"

"Yeah, and the day after because I know I wouldn't be bothered to go into work."

"Yeah, I took off three days."

"Well, I know what we can do for the extra day we're both free," Levi smirked, facing me to kiss me but I dodged it, causing his expression to morph into a frown. "What are you doing?"

"I want to eat," I responded, causing him to roll his eyes (food can be such a cockblock).

When he put his plate down on the table, I did the same so I could tackle him. Once I dominated him, I smothered his face with kisses (being the lovey-dovey person I am) and he scrunched his face up, not enjoying it as much as I was. I giggled when I stopped and got off of him, deciding to finish off my food.

"You're an idiot," he muttered as he sat up.

"Thank you, my wonderful and kind boyfriend," I replied sarcastically.  

~/~

I fixed Hanji's veil and straightened out her dress, making sure everything was fine. I then walked around her so I could see her face and my face broke into a wide grin, tears welling up for the like third time today. I was just so thrilled to see Hanji so ecstatic. And memories of when we were younger flashed through my mind, reminding when we were just immature and stupid kids that didn't know what love was. But now, she was getting married to the man she's loved for the past six years.

"(Y/N), please don't cry. You're honestly going to make me cry and we can't ruin our makeup."

I laughed softly. "Sorry. I'm fine. It's just emotional seeing your best friend getting married." I took a deep breath and didn't let the fluid spill. "I'm fine. Anyway, you look amazing. I love you and I'm happy for you."

"You look beautiful as well. I'm sure Levi will propose to you one day."

"Just the thought of that will make me faint. Okay, okay. I'm wasting your time so I'm going to go. I'll see you out there, okay?"

"Okay!" she grinned and I quickly hugged her before leaving.

I walked outside, where everyone was waiting, including Erwin who stood at the altar which was a floral arch; the flowers were a mix of white and light pink. The ceremony was being held outside on a grassy field which was part of the venue the reception was being held at. White chairs were set up on either side of a white aisle that led all the way to Erwin.

I shot the groom a reassuring smile as I made way to Levi who was at the front. I sat down next to him, which was the same row where Jean and Petra sat. Eren would sit here as well but Hanji had asked him to walk her down the aisle.

I gripped the raven's hand that rested on his lap and he gave it a small squeeze as I leaned my head on his shoulder, making sure not to ruin my hair.

People were conversing, music was playing, and everyone was waiting for the bride.

After a couple of minutes, Hanji had made her entrance, and I could see her excited expression through the veil. God, these tears won't spare me.

Hanji and Erwin had said their vows, exchanged rings and kisses as everyone celebrated for them.  

Soon after, everyone was moving inside the venue but Levi had asked me to stay outside with him for a few minutes. I didn't question it, I just assumed that he didn't want to go inside yet and wanted to spend more time where there were no people. And I wanted the same because there was obviously no fresh air inside that hall.

I wandered up and down the aisle, glancing inside at all the people through the massive windows every now and then.

"... (Y/N)?" the grey-eyed male spoke softly as my back was towards him. I hummed and turned around to look at him, only to find him kneeling down in front of me, a miniature box in his grip.

No. It can't be. Is he actually going to propose? Damn, my eyes haven't watered so much in one day before.

He inhaled and closed his eyes before quietly exhaling and revealing his beautiful eyes again, locking them with mine. "I know I barely say it, but I love you, (Y/N). I love that you're a weirdo, pervert and idiot. I love your positive energy. I love how much of a sappy idiot you are. I love your face when you're sleeping, and now that I just said that aloud, I realise it sounds creepy as hell," he said, causing me to laugh under my breath as I let him continue.

"I just love you so much, (Y/N). No one can compete with you and I wouldn't be able to think of a world without you. I don't know what you did to me, but here I am, sounding like a sappy idiot. I don't know how, but you stole my heart when we first met, even though I had never experienced something like this before. Just every time I look at you, I know that deciding to spend the rest of my life with you is the right choice. So, (Y/N) (L/N)... will you marry me?"

"... Damn, I love you so much," I whispered before raising my voice a little and saying, "Of course, I'll marry you."

A smile, which seemed both relieved and happy, settled onto his face as he slipped the ring onto my finger before standing up. I cupped his face with both of my hands and briefly kissed him before embracing him, squeezing him tightly.

I pulled away from the hug, resting my arms on his shoulders as my fingers locked behind his neck, and his arms were still wound around my waist. I gave him a tender smile and he pecked my lips, a pretty smile widening on his lips. He was so handsome and I to this day, I can’t believe that I’m lucky enough to be with him.  

We both decided to finally go inside, and as soon as we entered the hall, applauds sounded, causing us to come to a halt and glance at each other in confusion.

"CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!! AHHHH!!!!" Hanji screamed and ran towards us.

"Hanji, you're a bride, you can't be crazy like this. And you could've tripped because of your dress and heels," I mildly scolded her.  

"Do you think I care about any of that?! You're engaged! I love both of you!"

"How do you even know?" Levi inquired.

"Do you not see those big-ass windows over there?" I motioned to them, where we could see the open space outside.  

"Ohh, Shorty!! You look so happy and cute, and I feel happier for you two than when I got engaged!"

"Hanji, you know I always love to fangirl with you, but today's your wedding day, so it's about you. So, go enjoy yourself. Also, everyone's looking at us and I feel uncomfortable," I told her quietly.

"Oh, okay. Sorry. But I can't wait!"

"Yeah, I know, we’ll fangirl later. Now, go to your husband."

"Okay. Bye, (Y/N)! Bye, Shorty!"

I shook my head and sighed with a smile on my lips as we began to walk again, heading to the table that our friends sat at. I rolled my eyes when they all gave us goofy grins.

"I never knew you could be such a romantic person, Levi," Sasha teased.

"I'm not."

"Well, your proposal speech seemed longer than average," Conny pointed out.

"... Because--"

"He's such a soft baby, who loves to cuddle and loves to be loved. He's like an adorable puppy and--" I told them, knowing Levi was shooting me a glare when he cut me off.

"Oi, shut it, brat."

"He's not even denying it," Jean snickered as he tried to imagine a vulnerable and loving Levi.

"Tch. I was wrong, this was the worst decision I could make," the raven muttered.

"Haha, I know you don't mean that," I beamed at him, booping his nose with my index finger.

"I can't imagine him being like that," Eren smirked.

"Yeah, because it's not true."

"Whatever you say, Levi," Farlan taunted.

"I hate you, (Y/N)."

"It didn't seem like that a few minutes ago," Isabel grinned.

"Love you, too, my adorable, little baby."

"I'm older than you, idiot."

"It's just by a couple of months. And how can I not call you a baby when you pout like that?"

"I'm not pouting. Just shut up."

Once everyone got back to their own conversations, I smirked and leaned in closer to him to whisper, "Just wanted to let you know that you look so damn hot in that tux."

"... And you look beautiful," he mumbled back, only loud enough for me to hear.

The day went on, everyone ate, people danced, and everything was joyful.

It was such a fun day with so much happiness being spread everywhere. However, towards the end of the day, all I wanted to do was relax and lie down in bed with my beloved.

And that's what happened.

Levi and I were lying down in bed later that night. And since he had claimed that he wasn't a soft baby that loves to cuddle, it would've been surprising for our friends to see Levi clinging onto me like a child and burying his face in my chest as I ran my fingers through his silky hair.

"My love?"

"Hm?"

"... If I tell you something, you have to swear that you won't freak out or break up with me."

He removed his face from my chest and looked at me. "How bad is this confession? Is it bad enough for me to break up with you just after proposing to you?"

"Well, I just think you're going to freak out and not want to be around me anymore."

"I'm scared to know, but sure, tell me."

"... About eleven years ago, when Hanji and I were thirteen, we used to make up some scenarios that included specific people. We liked to fantasize about our 'dream guy'-- You know what, I'm not going to tell you."

"You can't just start a story and not finish it. I want to know about your dream guy."

I sighed heavily. "... He looked and acted just like you, Levi," I blurted out, afraid of his reaction. He didn't say anything, just stared at me as if waiting for me to give him more of an explanation. "... Hanji made up a scenario of us meeting in uni, extremely similar to what happened in real life, and, um, yeah... I guess that's all I wanted to tell you. Please don't freak out."

"How the hell do you expect me not to freak out?" he retorted in a slightly raised voice, shooting into a sitting position. "You're telling me you made me up? And in your perspective, I'm basically like supernatural?"

"No... not really. You’re obviously just a normal human being, so it could literally all be a coincidence because you were obviously born normally and not summoned by some kind of sorcery or witchcraft."

"... That's crazy..."

"I know. I was planning on not telling you, but I just had to."

"... You and Hanji are seriously the weirdest and craziest people I've met," he huffed as he laid back down.

"I know, Levi. And you knew that from the start."

"Yet, I still fell for you - an idiot who can't grow up."

"I love you, Levi," I hummed, resting my head on his chest. "You're so much better than what I expected my dream guy to be."

a/n: it’s finally finishedddddd. thank you to all of you that stayed with me until the end of this series and i hope you enjoyed reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it! 🥰🥺 

[miss-kittys-magical-library]

Dress You Up In My Love (Darren Treacy x Jeanie Turner)

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: angst, smut, language, cross dressing kink

A/N: Darren needs just one night to hide after pulling a hit on Dublin's biggest drug lord. He turns to secondary family where he finds out something surprising about himself and unfinished business from his cousin's wedding. (Takes place in series two between episodes 5 and 6. There ARE spoilers for series two of Love/Hate.)

A frantic knocking sprung Jeanie out of sleep that she didn't remember falling into. She hurriedly pulled on the hotel bathrobe and shouted at the door she was coming. A glance at the clock told her it was 8pm. Still plenty of time for him to come by.

Jeanie opened the door and gasped. “Dazz?! What's going on?”

“Is Gordo here?” The man shifted from foot to foot outside the doorway. He had a motorcycle helmet in his hands and a wild look behind bright green eyes.

“No. He's been up at Trinity in that fucking lab all day. I've not seen him.”

“I need a place t’crash for a few days,” he half-begged, half informed Jeanie as he pushed past into the suite. “Crikey this is posh. If I knew Gordo was gonna grow up t’have this kinda cash, I wouldn't have poked fun at the specs n shite.”

“Darren is there something I can help you with? As we've not seen you in four years?” Jeanie crossed her arms over her chest.

“I.. Did something. Just need a place t’lay low. Figured my cousin was th’last place anyone would look.” There was a shrug in his voice.

“Why not Rosie?”

Darren started to shed his jacket then ran a hand through his shaggy hair, “Best not involve her either. Not exactly talking these days.” He held his jacket out to Jeanie.

“Fuck off with that!” she swatted the jacket away.

“Oi! Just hold it while I take off the rest.”

“Rest of what? Your clothes? Hi Darren. Haven't seen you since the wedding. You've grown up. Sorry about Robbie and your mum. Thank you, Jeanie. How have you been? How's Scotland? Just lovely. Don't see Gordon for days and he's had TWO affairs.”

“Fair point, darlin,” Darren stepped out of his boots and unzipped his sweatshirt. “The Treacy side ain't exactly one t’write home about. Are we, yeah? ‘Cept Mary.”

Jeanie took the leather jacket and pinched her nose. Eyes closed. Something sticky about it made her recoil. Eyes popped open. She held her hand up; it was speckled brownish red.

“Dazz is this blood?!”

“Best you don't know. Can I shower?”

“I don't know, can- JESUS DARREN PUT SOME FUCKING CLOTHES ON” Jeanie covered her eyes.

“I'M IN UNDERWEAR!” he shouted back, laughter in his voice. “Alright, Ginge. Haven't ye ever seen a grown man in his underwear? You just need to get rid of those anyway ye can. Please?”

“Well you certainly aren't 16 anymore.”

“I was 18 when ye’s got married. Don’t ye remember?” his eyebrow arched suggestively.

“I would say I tried to forget, but when I'm stuck alone at night, or in a hotel for days at a time, I don't feel bad. It really was foreshadowing for the rest of our marriage.”

“Gordo’s cousin trying t’shag his new wife th’night he got married? Almost got that tossover. Pride myself on that.”

“I was hammered and you have very hypnotic eyes. Like Kaa in the Jungle Book”

Darren frowned, his brows knit together in confusion. His lower lip turned out as he struggled to comprehend that as compliment or insult.

Jeanie couldn't help but stare now. A proper look. Darren's body hadn’t changed much since she last saw him. Still thin, muscles a bit more defined. Scars littered his chest and stomach as he exhaled deeply. It was labored.

“Are those from a gunshot?” Jeanie looked minorly distressed.

Darren absently ran his fingers over the old wounds. “Aye. Working on one lung and I'm a bit barmy now.” Like it was no big deal.

Jeanie sighed heavily, but stopped to gather up his clothes. “I'll take a walk, and ditch these. Against my better judgment. Clean clothes are in our bags. You're about his size I suppose.” She rummaged around in the closet by the front door for a garment bag.

“You're a fucking beauty!” Darren snatched his cousin’s wife up in his arms. He pecked her cheek awkwardly.

“Towels are in the bathroom,” Jeanie grappled with what just happened. “I'll be back in half an hour. I hope whatever you did is fucking worth it. Dazz.”

“Trust me, love. No ones gonna miss him.”

------

Jeanie sloshed out of the canal bed glad she packed her Wellingtons for the unpredictable Irish weather. Grateful too for the stones she found along the water side. She had put the hotel pub news bulletin out of her mind warning of a gangland hit on a local known drug lord. One that showed up to her wedding on the arm of Darren and Gordon’s aunt.

“I hope Darren shot you right in the fucking face, and you knew it was him.” Jeanie muttered as she watched the clothes sink after she pushed the bag under the surface.

Maybe it was hypocritical she was relieved JohnBoy was dead. Dazz wasn't the only one who tried to fuck her that night, but he was the only one she welcomed. Maybe, Jeanie owed Darren a bit of physical gratitude.

-----

Jeanie shut the door behind herself and popped her boots off in the closet. She changed quickly in the bathroom.

“You hungry or anything? I hope you found clothes that-”

Jeanie stopped in her tracks when she came around the wall that divided the suite foyer from the bedroom. Darren with his back to the full length mirror, was twisted so that he could look at himself. He seemed to be staring at his own ass.

“What are you doing?!” Jeanie was surprised, but amused more than anything.

“Oh! What kinda fookin underwear does Gordo have?” Darren's cheeks were just a hint of pink as he caught Jeanie’s eye. “T’ere’s no place for my cock when I piss, but they feel nice? Like t’ere comfortably snug?” He caressed his ass for emphasis.

“Well, those are mine. Not Gordon’s boxer briefs. So that answers the cock question. And they look snug because you have.” Jeanie's eyes strayed down over the bulge that had grown inside the boy shorts. “Well you must REALLY like them.”

Darren's eyes were wide, but he didn't seem embarrassed. Not really. His gaze followed Jeanie's downwards to his erection. “Yeah looks t’at way, doesn't it. I promise ye, I've never done t’is before.”

“Who cares if you have. Women wear boxers all the time. Back home, when I was in uh, what's it here? 1st through 4th year, all we wore was boxers as regular shorts. If you like them, Dazz, you could try some more?”

Jeanie had sat down on the bed. One knee crossed over the other with her hands clasped together. She bit her lip while her heart drummed loud in her ears. A pleasurable discomfort as she began to throb at the sight of Darren in her panties. The anticipation of him getting into a sexier pair. Letting her feel them. It had been so long.

“I mean, I'm not going anywhere t’ night. I’m not dressing in full drag though,” he insisted.

Jeanie stood and rifled through the suitcase. “I didn't think you wanted to. My regular clothes wouldn't fit you anyways.” She bit her fingernail and debated between a deep purple and cobalt blue. “I'm built like an hourglass and you,” she laid her choices on the white duvet, “are built like a baby giraffe.”

Darren rolled his eyes but joined Jeanie at the bedside. He gravitated towards the purple ones. Mostly lace with a bit of satin, they would look absolutely obscene on him. In the best possible way.

“Ye were wearing these t’at night,” Darren was full of nostalgia.

“I didn't know your side of the family could be sentimental besides Mare,” Jeanie giggled. She couldn't help it. “I definitely married the wrong cousin. Sometimes, I wish I could legally kill him,” there was an uneasy humor in her voice.

“I mean, I would do it for ye.” Darren didn't even hesitate.

“Um..” Jeanie's face matched her hair.

Darren burst into laughter, “Ease up, darlin’. I'm fuckin with ye.”

Jeanie wasn't certain about that but she played along. His smile both unnerved her and turned her on. The way he studied her and then the panties with a curiosity and delight.

“Why don't you put those on, and I put on the bra. Then.. we can make a full set.” There was innuendo in Jeanie's suggestion.

“We can't.”

“We CAN. The right sentiment is whether or not we SHOULD.”

“Should I really put these on?”

“Would you really kill someone you care about?” It was a strange reciprocation.

“If I cared about Gordo, I would not have tried t’fuck his wife the night he got married.”

Jeanie licked her lips, flames curled around her ears and cheeks. “Put them on. Anything I can do to make you more comfortable? Liquor?” She reached inside her shirt and produced a small bag that she swung back and forth, “Cocaine from your jeans?”

Darren reached for it but she was quicker. Stuffing it back in her bra, she swatted his hand away. “How about you.. don't do stimulating narcotics with a PTSD chaser?”

“It keeps me awake so I don't have nightmares. Just go so I can put t’ese on!”

Jeanie planted herself on the bed after taking her shirt off. She leaned back on her elbows, legs crossed. “I'm not going anywhere.”

“Fine! But close your eyes, so we can both be surprised. Wait, why’d ye take your shirt off?”

“Won't this make you more comfortable?” She pushed her chest forward a bit.

Darren’s eyes darted down to Jeanie's tits where they lingered longer than she expected. “Alright, sweetheart.”

Jeanie could listen to him talk for hours. Still she squeezed her eyes shut with a dramatic flare. “Go on then. I can't bloody wait.”

There was some shuffling around as Jeanie sat without peeking. Her heart raced in anticipation as she realized Darren had tossed what he was wearing at her feet.

A few minutes went by, and she lost patience, “Can I look? You've gotta have them on by now.”

“Fine, but don't laugh! I can't seem to get my junk in these.”

Jeanie opened her eyes and her mouth, “Fuck me, Dazz. Those are..” She stood up and made her way over to him from behind as he faced the mirror. Completely unable to stop herself. “You look delicious.” A word no one has ever used to describe either of them.

Jeanie’s hands on Darren's thin hips. They ran back and down over the sheer and lace over his ass. There was a playful squeeze before changing direction and flattening her hands on his. Downwards and into the indentation of his abs. Then she stopped to trace her fingertips over the angry red scars. Jeanie ran her fingers over them as if she wanted to memorize them.

Darren’s stomach convulsed a bit under her touch. “Jaysus,” he muttered under his breath. Eyes shut as Jeanie watched him in the mirror.

“Let me take care of you. Just one night,” she kissed between his shoulder blades. “You certainly deserve it after what you did today.”

“What did I do t’day?” Darren challenged Jeanie with his question. His hands covered hers, but not to push her away. To guide them down further over his erection.

Jeanie playfully squeezed again. The man in front of her let out a sound between a gasp and a moan when she began to rub the satin barely containing his cock. Her open palm gained friction as she worked faster. Where a man might find a woman's clit between her legs under the fabric, Jeanie moved her palm over Darren's balls.

“Eradicated part of Dublin’s largest pest population,” each word punctuated by her hand moving faster. Jerking him off without ever touching more than the underwear.

“I hope..” Darren's breath hitched and grew heavy. “Someone else..” his hips started to twist. “Ro-”

“I don't think we should talk about her right now, do you?” Jeanie cut him off. She finally let herself reach inside of the panties to properly take his cock in her grip.

Her thumb played with the head, slick with precum. Fingers wrapped around the shaft and stroked the length down and back up. She wasn't used to doing it from this angle but found it even sexier. The power she felt surge being the one in control. How wet she was inside her OWN panties.

Darren's head hung back as he lost himself in the ecstasy of what his cousin’s wife was doing. He didn't care that she was married. To a man who neglected her, ignored her.

Nidge. Tommy. His own sister. His cousin. They fucked around all the time. He and Rosie, that almost got her killed and they weren't even shagging. He knew he'd be livid if he caught her cheating. not violent mind you, but pissed. Just like if Siobhan or Trish did it. Or even Gordon. Everyone was a hypocrite.

Yet here was Darren. His cousin’s wife wanking him off while he wore her knickers. And he didn't give a fuck for once. His dick hadn’t been this hard in ages. That day he and Rosie had sex felt so long ago. They didn't do it much if at all since then.

Maybe this wasn't right, but Darren couldn't care anymore. He stood three feet above a malicious drug lord reduced to a cowering pussy and killed him. It was the same feeling as Jeanie's fingers as they twisted and kneaded his cock. Euphoric.

“If we don't take this to the bed. only one of us is gonna get a happy ending.”

Darren turned quickly. Faster than Jeanie could focus on. Their mouths finally crashed together as he gripped a handful of her. He shoved his tongue in her mouth and hands in her the pockets of the jeans she still wore. He dug his fingers into the thick of her ass as they stumbled back towards the bed.

Jeanie's hands labored in an effort to unbutton and unzip her pants around Darren's body as it thrust into her. She didn't want to stop the war their tongues waged as she struggled to tug the denim over her hips, but there was air as her husband’s cousin intervened. They laughed as he yanked them down to the floor and he went with them.

Darren looked up at Jeanie, who now sat on the edge of the bed, as he knelt on the floor by her feet. He helped each ankle as she lifted them out and literally kissed the tops of her feet as she drew them up on the comforter.

“That was romantic,” her voice thick and barely above a whisper. No hint of her usual sarcasm or humor, only some embarrassment. Her cheeks were pink.

“I've wanted t’fuck ye since we met. And I want ye to remember this for a long time.”

Darren stood up and hooked his fingers in the elastic of the underwear of hers that he was wearing. Jeanie covered his hands and leaned forward to kiss his stomach and his scars. Using her tongue this time to trace over them like she had her fingers.

“Leave them on? I'll never forget it if you let me fuck you wearing those.” Her fingers tangled up in the lace. Tips of her nails just brushed his cock through it.

Darren smiled in a way Jeanie wasn't sure he was capable of doing anymore. Right now, in this moment as his eyes changed from darkness to almost emerald, she knew he let himself forget. That's all she wanted. One night for both of them to forget.

“Can't say I've ever had sex like t’is,” excitement in his voice. “I'm right curious t’see how ye manage.”

“You lay down, and I'll play it by ear. This is definitely a new one for me too.”

They switched places. Darren laid down on the bed, head on the pillows. Jeanie unhooked her bra and slipped out of her own panties. She stood naked and exposed in the lamplight. Her heart raced when she realized he couldn't keep his eyes off of her. They traveled over her breasts and stomach and further still as she crawled on the bed beside Darren and straddled him.

“Fuck me,” it was a response. And a suggestion he made simultaneously. His hands spread out over her back and caught up in her long red hair.

Jeanie raised a bit up on her knees to situate herself. She lowered her body so that the outline of Darren's cock beneath the satin and lace was between the folds of her naked sex. Her hands anchored on his chest as she started to ride him.

“Jaysus your so fucking wet already,” Darren breathed and ran his hands up and down Jeanie's body. Over her shoulders and to her ass where they settled on her hips.

“It's you in my bloody knickers,” her voice wavered as she started to rock harder back and forth.

It was like a pleasurable rug burn on her cunt, as Jeanie closed her eyes and twisted her hips just a bit. She rode the length of Darren’s hardened cock completely from bottom to top and kept gaining speed each time. His strong hands buried in her waist helped her pump over and over. Then he angled himself underneath her so that the tip could hit her clit just right as she moved down.

Jeanie rode harder and faster. The satin and her cunt on fire as Darren's cock started its familiar twitch. She clawed at him without caring if someone else saw the marks on his chest. That explosion was building deep in her walls as they throbbed and ached for him to be entirely inside of her.

Instead Darren slid a thumb into her cunt. It replaced his cock as Jeanie started to lose control. Circled and fucked as she fucking him.

She clutched his wrist, “Harder. Rub my clit harder. Like that.”

He obliged all too eagerly. Especially when moments later she cried out unexpectedly. Her body rolled into an orgasm. He never let up with his thumb or his own hips as they bucked up into Jeanie as she came.

“Let me fuck you properly,” Darren begged as her cunt constricted around his hand. His thumb, the knickers and Jeanie's body slicker than before they started.

Then Darren's mobile rang. Darren's mobile was always ringing.

Tag list: @joz-stankovich @robertsheehanownsmyass @badsext @slutforrobbiebro @badsext @sean-falco

[sanchoyo]

danny phantom season 2, ep 12-16 thoughts! these episodes, in comparison to the first 10 or so, felt way more laid back and low-stakes, which I appreciate sometimes. I didn't appreciate how lazy jack's halfa design was in masters of time, it made me so annoyed I redesigned it. 👎🏻 u_u

see prev episode thoughts in this tag <3

-'picking a fight with me and my upgraded form!' 'you upgraded to a mullet?' DANNNNY. YOU CANT SAY THAT TO TECHNUS. YOUVE HAD A MULLET TWICE NOW ('fun' split danny, and evil future danny BOTH HAD THEM). I HAVE THE RECEIPTS.

-danny seeing technus hurting valerie and yelling I AM GOING TO BREAK YOU IN HALF. SAMEEEE <3

-axion labs is now a part of vladco. FUCK YOU VLAD. hes not even really IN this episode, but just thought I'd throw out a nice fuck you anyway.

-'capable of blasting a single person into space in (2) minutes!' tucker. that would kill someone. i mean yeah they might get to space, but theres NO WAY THEY WOULDNT CATCH FIRE, OR THEIR ORGANS WOULDNT LIQUIFY BECAUSE OF THE STRAIN. THEY'D PROBABLY PASS OUT BEFORE THEN, BUT. ...no, okay, I get why vlad bought this company. this is RIGHT up his alley.

-danny KNOWS VAL DIDNT DO THIS, THAT SOMEONE STOLE THE SUIT. AND SPENDING ALL NIGHT CHATTING WITH HER. <3 and val is a 9TH DEGREE BLACKBELT?? danny's mom is, too!! omg and she hunts ghosts, his parents would love her. and her fav fruit is kumquat bc its a funny word. im so with danny val is amazing. I love her and I Do Not Want To Hear It From Sam.

-I knew danny wanted to be an astronaut, but the bowling tidbit is like. yes give me more useless info abt these characters, I love tiny details that make them feel more human, and im glad hes got hobbies aside from ghost stuff, we dont really see a lot of that!!! (I mean, we knew 'fun' danny from when he split himself in half liked bowling, so obv it makes sense he LIKES it, but hes very GOOD at it. so proud of him, bowling king) val calling him neil armstrong and them teasing each other. LOVE THAT.

-technus you are my favorite grandpa for setting this up. SAM WHY ARE YOU BEING SO CREEPY BE HAPPY FOR YOUR FRIEND!!! STOP SPYING ON THEM!!! who actually cares if technus did 'set them up' together, theyre having fun and enjoy each others company!!! 'you think the universe wants you two to be together?' 'i dunno, but maybe /I/ do!' EXACTLY DANNY!!! SOO TRUE.

-and valerie being happy sam said she wants to try and be happy for them and make room at the lunch table for them. and hugging sam over it. VAL NEEDS MORE FRIENDS.

-VAL GOING AFTER TECHNUS IN HER SUIT WITH (1) MILK, AND (1) TREE BRANCH AND KEYS!!!. I LOVE YOUUUU BEST GIRL. her new suit kicks ass

-dannys like 'HEY IM AN ASTRONAUT :D' AW. ...HES IN SPACE... the fact he's actually intending to give her the ring. with SAMS NAME ON IT?? IM CRINGING DANNY NO. YOU CANT DO THAT...thank god he didnt. thank god valerie cut it off and said they can just stay friends for now. tbh, they both have a lot on their plates!! they obv both still like each other...it can be a future thing!! when she knows about phantom! youre 14 theres no need to rush. I just want her to have friends and be happy :(

-...danny struggles to do (1) pull up. SAME. but all the ghost fighting in phantom form REALLY doesnt carry over at ALL? that sucks

-sam being as fit as she is, is not just a goth. shes a goth jock.

-honey I Shrank Our Kid, One of his Enemies, and his Bully: the episode

-dash's crush on phantom is So Obvious. fitness buddies :) watching them interact always makes me laugh. also, phantom, with PANTS. 'how many costume changes you gonna go through, what is this, vegas??' DASSH DJKSFHASKDF

-MADDIE GOING AFTER THE MOUSE WITH A BROOM, WHAT THE FUCK. AAAH. JUST BUY SOME KIND OF MOUSE TRAP.

-danny likes lime and vinegar chips. which sound very good.

-'our boy finally has the physical prowess of a 60 year old president!' ...poor danny LMAO

-'what's wrong with beauty pageants' oh tucker you sweet naïve child. what ISNT wrong with them. who approved this for a high school?? (I mean, yes. unfortunately child pageants exist, but...) also danny and tucker once again treating the pretty girls like objects. I need to meet the grown man who wrote this, I just want to talk...

-prince aragon's dragon form reminds me of maleficent (color scheme wise) which is always a bonus. considering the episode is called beauty marked, I feel like the sleeping beauty references are deliberate

-sam with the fake fangs. once again her accessories never miss. hate the 'not like other girls, girls who get sucked into this kind of thing are all shallow and all want to be carbon copies' bs tho.

-sam trying to be the Worst Bride, being rude as shit. DORA IS GOING TO GET KILLED. DID YOU MISS THE PART WHERE SHE SAID THE PRINCE WILL HAVE HER HEAD IF YOU ARENT THE IDEAL BRIDE. YOU /KNOW/ DANNY WILL COME SAVE YOU. JUST ACT CHILL UNTIL THEN. even if you were doing fine to get him to take off the crown, consider maybe not letting his poor sister get punished also?? sure, she could also take off the crown and has dragon powers, but did you know that for sure?? dora didnt even really realize it until you guys talked!! (or at least, she was scared to stand up to him. you had no guarantee she would...) but. good for dora. ANOTHER friendly ghost to add to the List :)

-tucker is so under appreciated in his time. if he was doing a tech-based campaign today he'd have a better shot. people in 2004 had NO IDEA how much tech would be a part of our day-to-day lives...altho. tbh if you're going to be running for student council president, maybe you should..focus on things to actually improve the school? since he's going for a tech angle, he could say like, he would be running fundraisers for the schools computers to be upgraded, etc? we've already SEEN he can be good at money-making entrepreneur type stuff!!

-oh my god wait. this episode is JUST YUGIOH?????! A REBORN PHAROH USING A TEENAGER AS A VESSEL?? YESSSSSS

-tucker using his new minion to feed him grapes and carry him. AND LOCUSTS ONTO THE BULLIES. I love how when he's possessed, he gains winged eyeliner.

-this episode is giving me big 'plankton makes everyone in bikini bottom his slaves and build monuments of him from the spongebob movie' vibes. and the pharaoh has a traitor who works for him? VERY big yugioh vibes. aknadin confirmed

-I like that danny is still completely exhausted after using ghostly wail. (still patiently waiting on him to get duplication)

-LOVE the fenton's 80s outfits. I get hes 14 and embarrassed by everything they do because theyre his parents, but. cmon, this is one objectively cool thing theyve done. love 80s fashion.

-...was vlad just standing on that streetlight waiting for danny to come out? how'd he know they'd be coming out the back? how long has he been up there???

-oh, wait, his ecto-acne has flareups? that SUCKS. danny was...well I dont want to say he was LUCKY HE HALF-DIED, but he was lucky his was pretty instant (I'm assuming that had to do with the power/scale of the portals being different?) I remember in the ep we met him, vlad made a point of saying he was stuck in a hospital for a long time, so. that really actually sucks and I feel bad. not that it excuses anything he's done...but like. it does suck.

-vlad being so sure danny wouldnt help him he made it somehow contagious to his friends to make sure he'd get help? danny is a nice boy, he wouldve helped if it was anyone else. the only reason he wouldn't have is because of the shit vlad did to him, on purpose. vlad 100% dug his own grave by being the biggest asshole, so it is very hard to feel bad for him.

-clockwork is back!!! and making danny learn lessons The Hard Way. Uhhh, okay. I kind of get Danny’s logic, that time traveling this far back would prevent vlad from becoming a halfa also, ergo no arch nemesis or ectoacne to worry about. But the fact that was basically the first solution Danny came up with to solve this problem is actually so funny. It’s so extreme

-APPRICIATION FOR THESE 80S LESBIAN BG CHARACTERS.

-vlad telling maddie in the lab (in the 80s) he has something he's wanted to tell her 'for a long time'...how long have they known each other? I assumed they met in college, since jack always calls vlad his college buddy/roommate, so jack and vlad for sure met in college, but did vlad know maddie longer? thats surprising if so. Tho we don’t know what year of college they’re in so they could mean they met as freshmen and a few years have past…speaking of maddie shes crushing the 80s look.

-vlad blames jack, but. maybe dont stick your face 2 inches from the portal??! THIS FEELS LIKE LAB SAFETY BASICS. IF SOMETHING HAS POTENTIAL TO BE DANGEROUS, DONT GET NEAR IT. WITH YOUR FACE UNPROTECTED IN ANY WAY. (altho jack didnt really give a Big Warning besides screaming BONZAI. so. also that, but cmon.) also, they need gloves, goggles, and to pull all of their hair back tbh. but fuck lab safety, I guess!

-cryyyyinnng at how lazy they were with jack's ghost form design, its just plasmius' design on jack!!! you couldve given him his own design!!

-there. I did that in about 10 minutes and its somehow less lazy than what made it into the show. embarrassing! better yet, I think the episode would've been better if maddie would've gotten the ectoacne. or maybe its just me, wanting to see her design! anyway. I'm sure people have already done redesigns of them both as halfas. I have to go look after I finish this watch through. Also mildly frustrated jacks resentment and bitterness is basically also a copy paste of vlads backstory. They’re different characters, I really don’t think jack would stew in bitterness and jealousy the same way vlad would!! I also don’t think he’d give up after one time of trying to hunt ghosts and getting laughed at. Our canon timeline says different…I dunno, I get it was for laughs, but I’m annoyed because the POTENTIAL this plot has…

-did vlad really wear a stupid cheese hat to his wedding. ok actually that kinda rules. and the cheese door knocker. the dairy-only buffet table. vlad still got rich, just on being the New Dairy King. (Assuming that means he owns a lot of dairy businesses?) ok! this actually is great. hope maddie isn't lactose intolerant!

-'no matter how hard I tried, I could never get rid of my ghost half, the half I knew Maddie could never accept' ohh, ouch, what a horrible thing to say to her HALF GHOST SON. 'YOUR MOM WILL NEVER ACCEPT YOU' BASICALLY.

-maddie strapping danny to the table with a lazer pointed at him in a secret lab she keeps from vlad that she makes a point of saying is sound proof so he can scream all he wants...CHRIST. DANNYS POOR PYSCHE.

-also, not to feel bad for alternate vlad (because, he did lie to maddie saying jack blames her and never wants to see her again...) but. being married to a woman 20+ years and she immediately goes back to jack? if she didnt love vlad and feels like she had to hide shit from him, and says she wasted her best years with him, WHY MARRY HIM. it feels like leading him on!!! cannot believe im feeling bad for vlad, but. this alternate timeline vlad is significantly Less Horrible than Our Vlad. did she not think she'd get funding for her ghost stuff? (which, fair assumption since they're considered 'ghost fanatics/nuts in canon...but...) why did she think jack or vlad would be her ONLY OPTIONS? be like your sister. be single. Actually, this au could’ve been really interesting if after the accident, vlad lied to her and said jack never wanted to see her again, but she stays single. Imagine how much that would bug vlad… like, in her mind, it was never a competition it was jack or no one type situation…

-danny being like 'leave him ALONE' this jack is a HOMEWRECKER, DANNY. let them go to court and settle this at the least. ...or just throw vlad into the portal. (100% human, defenseless vlad) CHRIST, MADDIE THATS BRUTAL. THATS MURDER.

-danny seeing his mom immediately accepting him and his dad being half ghosts in this universe, if I was him this would be a great sign that his universe's maddie would also.

-*maddie voice* "clockwork will help!" *2 seconds later, with clockwork* "I will Not Help." TOUGH LOVE KING. YES LET DANNY SEE THE SODA HIMSELF AND DEVOLP BETTER OBSERVATION SKILLS.

-when clockwork ""reset time to the way it was"" just before danny "meddled"" ...did he really erase a whole alternate timeline? ...damn. because maddie and danny both called it an alternate timeline by name, it splitting when the college incident went different, so it wouldnt have really mattered if he reset it, right. like because danny's timeline is on a different stream? why didnt clockwork just. show danny a replay and not Reset That Timeline. wh...I wonder how many people that Erased From Existence. Anyway! once again stating clockwork is casually terrifying!

[getitinbusan]

Destination: Jungkook

A super soft wedding fic from the Golden Closet Universe and the companion piece to September 1st

mood board & playlist

Happy 24th birthday to the love of my life 💜 I wish I could give you more than words you'll never see.

Nerves always took over your stomach during landing. That,  coupled with the reason for the flight and you were an anxious mess.

The plane had begun its long slow descent, "You look kind of green are you okay?" Your best friend squeezed your hand. 

"It's just...usually Guk does this thing...he sings to me and rubs my neck when we land."

She looked at you and shook her head, "Yeah, I'm not gonna do that."  

You laughed, "I don't think you're taking your maid of honor duties very seriously." 

"Ughh, I can't believe you're getting married before me." She sighed, "It's not fair, Yoongi and I are the ones who introduced you. It should be us." 

You couldn't help the grin that formed on your lips. Sworn to secrecy, she had no idea you'd gone shopping with Yoongi, the ring had been in his pocket for weeks. "It'll be you soon babe, maybe this weekend will inspire him."     

Checking the key card you stopped at 303. Why you couldn't stay in the same room together was beyond you. 

The door was just about to click closed when his running footsteps echoed through the empty hallway. Strong arms wrapped around you and soft lips fell on yours. He did his trademark hum while he kissed you, his happy song for his happy place. 

"I can't believe how much I've missed you."

Pulling him closer you inhaled him in. He was the scent of home that had been lacking for the last four days.

His smile got bigger until his dimples finally showed up, "It's late are you tired?"  He tucked your hair behind your ear, "We've got a pretty big day tomorrow." 

"Can I just enjoy you alone for a few minutes?" 

"Is everything okay?" He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled you onto his lap. 

Nuzzling into his neck you curled into him. "It's so stupid." 

"Tell me," he rubbed circles on your back. 

"I'm happy and I love you so much but I'm terrified and nervous and I haven't been able to talk to you about it because you've been here planning the perfect wedding for me ... and I'm selfish because I just wanted you to hold me and tell me it was all going to be okay."

He sighed in relief, "Of course it's going to be okay," he gently laid a kiss on top of your head. "Don't you know every fairy tale ends with and they lived happily ever after?" 

You couldn't help but smile, Jungkook was such a hopeless romantic. "Why can't we stay in the same room tonight?" 

Changing the mood he tickled you while pulling you back into the bed, "Because it's bad luck, and it would ruin the surprise." 

"We live together, I've seen you naked a million times so unless you've been hiding something really well I don't think I'll be surprised."

Just being back in his arms draped you in a sense of calm. His loud heart beat accompanied by the rise and fall of his steady breath lulled you into a much needed sleep. 

Your eyes crept open and looked at the clock, only 11:43. Laying your head back down you looked at Jungkook snoring peacefully. As much as you longed to keep him here until morning you knew he was superstitious. Leaning in to wake him with a kiss he  smiled and pulled you back against his chest. 

"Hey sleepy head."

He groaned under you as you poked him.

"You'd better get out of my room Jungkook, it's almost midnight."

Sitting up he rubbed his eyes and checked the time, "Shit."

He grabbed your hands in his and walked to the door.

"I guess I'll see you in a few hours?" 

Wrapping your arms around him tightly you really didn't want to let him leave.

"Nothing to be nervous about. You've got a dress right?"

You nodded.

"Then all I need you to do is show up." He kissed your forehead and stepped into the hallway. 

"Jungkook" he turned back, "I'll see you soon." 

You were glad that from the moment your feet hit the floor there was a barrage of things to be done. Mimosa's with a massage, nails, hair, makeup. Jungkook had made sure you wanted for nothing. 

You had no idea what to expect, you'd heard vague phone calls and caught small glimpses when he was planning but he'd really kept you in the dark.

Jungkook loved surprises and to his credit he was tremendously good at them. He wanted you to have a perfect stress free wedding giving you only two tasks,

1. find a dress

2. show up and say I do

The door swung open and your best friend stood grinning from ear to ear. 

"I know I'm your maid of honor but I hate you so much right now," she pouted. "I don't know how anyone will ever top what Jungkook has done for you down there." 

You laughed and it felt good to break the tension. "You specifically mean Yoongi topping it for you? Don't worry he already asked for my help."

Her jaw almost hit the floor. 

"Shit, damnit, I didn't say that! Don't tell him you know, he'll kill me!" 

Dancing around the room she squealed in happiness. "Would you be mad if I asked Jungkook to plan it?" 

"Is it that good? Is he already down there, did you see him?"

She nodded, "Everything is amazing, and he's so happy and he looks so handsome" 

You exhaled deeply, "I guess there's only one thing left to do."

She threw open the door, "Let's go get you married!" 

Sunset in Jeju, there wasn't a more perfect time or place.

Wooden boards lay across the sand leading to the exact spot Jungkook had proposed. There, up the row of candles under the fairy light arch stood the man who would be your husband.

Nothing but him existed beyond that. All you could see was his handsome face and small nervous smile, his hands wringing together to keep from fidgeting and  the reddening of his ears as you got closer. 

Surrendering the bouquet you had to touch him, you needed his hands in yours. Steady and firm, together you grounded each other. 

"Y/N,  People think our story started on a rain soaked camping trip. I don't believe that's true, that's just where it got good. Our story began in the stars,  It's the only possible way to explain how much I already knew I loved you. I promise to fill your life with happiness, love, and blanket forts for as long as you'll let me. Y/N, I love you so much and can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you.

"Jungkook,  Not a day goes by that you don't make me fall in love with you a little more. Not a day that you don't make me laugh or that you make me feel loved, and from here on out there will not be a day that we'll be apart. I can't wait to see what our future holds, and I hope that 50 years from now our grown children will think we're crazy because we're still building forts in our living room.  All that matters in my life is that I get to love you. Jungkook, you'll always be my iron man and I love you 3000." The tears started but he managed a laugh at your private joke.

You swept his tears away with a brush of your thumbs and he kissed you. Husband and wife. 

Everyone was gone. The last goodbye was said and you made your way back to the reception area. 

You stopped to watch him. He was sitting by himself, a smile on his face staring up into the sky. Your husband was so beautiful.

Walking towards him you caught his eye and his face lit up like all the stars in heaven. You held out your hand, "One more dance?" 

He wrapped his arms around you and you swayed together under the night sky. Waves rolled in place of music and the moon shone a personal spotlight down on you.

"Today was perfect Jungkook"

"It's not over," he stopped to lay a sweet kiss on your lips before smiling and taking your hand. 

Walking through the sand he led you to the seaside suite and slid the door open.

"This is the part where I'm supposed to pick you up and carry you inside." 

You couldn't help but laugh, "Are you asking me or warning me?"

"Close your eyes"

"So warning me?"

"Please Y/N."

Sweeping you up he carried you into the room and set you down. 

"Open!"

There in front of you the entire room was draped in white sheets and hanging lights. The bed sat inside the biggest fort you'd ever seen.

In complete awe you turned to look at him, tears in your eyes yet smiling from ear to ear. He knew he did good.

"Jungkook this is amazing!" 

He was so excited to show off.

"And look," he pointed to the tray beside the fireplace. "We've got champagne and all the stuff to make S'mores."

He buzzed around the room pointing out all the little details. 

"Jungkook, you forgot one thing." 

His face fell as he tried to figure out what important thing he'd missed. 

"What did I forget?"

Walking towards him your hands ran down his crisp shirt and undid his belt. 

"The part where you're supposed to make love to your wife for the first time…" 

Waking up to walls of white sunlight while wrapped naked against your husband's warm body you'd never felt more content. His dark hair was wild against the pillow and you couldn't help but stare and wonder how you were chosen to be the luckiest person alive. 

Soft snores let you know he wasn't deep in his sleep and he easily woke when you kissed his swollen lips. 

"Hey," he smiled, "what time is it?" 

Pulling the sheets off it was exactly what you'd hoped to find. Despite the evening's satisfaction his cock stood firm, thick and ambitious. 

"More?" he questioned with a smile.

You nodded while straddling his hips. "Sorry, I guess this is your life now." 

He sat up to wrap his arms tightly around you as you took him in. Bare chests pressed together and the feeling of your hearts beating in unison.

He kissed his way up your neck,  "And what a great life it's going to be." 

[stoopsbookstore]

Kinktober Day 10 (10/10/2019)

Trigger Warning - Everything in this is consensual, but if the idea of sex under Hypnosis makes you feel uncomfortable as it is considered "under the influence," please skip this one.

Kink- Hypnotism, bonus anal play

"And on the count of three, this gentleman will wake up."

Claps from the audience roared in the auditorium as Kun counted to three, his fingers as a visual, the man in the lounge chair springing up to his feet.

"Now when I say flight, he will start to act like he is a bird, flying around the stage," Kun snapped in the man's face, gaining his attention, "flight."

The gentleman straightened his arms, flapping them and jumping around the stage as thunderous applause erupted from the audience.

"With the help of my stunningly gorgeous assistant Y/N," out of stage right came Y/N in a short, sparkly red dress, "she's a cutie, ain't she? She'll help me restore this man's original mindset. Y/N, if you will."

Y/N whistled at the bird man, "landing" on the seat he was in, Kun presenting a card from his coat with a flourish.

"With these words, I will bring... oh. I never did get my participant's name!" Kun gasped, opening the card, "I'll ask when we bring him back."

Kun bowed to Y/N, Y/N bowing back before she fed the man a cracker, a corny last minute joke that earned laughter from the children in the crowd.

"Tweety dee-do, Tweety dee-dee, bring this gentleman back to me."

The gentleman shoke his head, his eyes widened as he realized where he was.

"I forgot, sir, what's your name?" Kun patted the man on his back as he stood up, staring to the audience.

"J-J-Johnny."

The audience clapped as the trio bowed, Kun bowing to thank Johnny for his participation.

"Thank you, Las Vegas and have a good night!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"How does it feel?"

Y/N changed into a black robe, her show dress now on the chair as Kun removed his makeup.

"How does what feel?" Kun retorted, wiping his foundation off.

"Hyponsis," Y/N walked behind Kun, folding her arms on top of his chair, "have you ever tried to do it to yourself?"

"When I was younger. It was a stupid idea because you need someone to bring you back, I ended up acting like a cat for a few hours until my mentor found me."

"What do you think of? Like during it."

Kun sighed, "I honestly can't remember. It's different for everyone else. My friend, Xiaojun, says he thinks of whatever the magician tells him while Jeno says he thinks of food and Johnny, the perv, thinks of the assistant's boobs."

Y/N giggled, "really? Should I stop wearing low-cut dresses when you use him?"

Kun looked at Y/N in the mirror, a clear view at her chest through the half open robe.

"No, because one, you look really good in that dress and two, Johnny just needs to get laid," Kun stood up from his chair, bringing Y/N in for a hug, lacing his hand with hers, "and I sure hope he knows we're together. He has walked in on us enough times."

Y/N hummed in Kun's neck as he grabbed her ass, squeezing it and stumbling over to the couch. Kun brought Y/N in for a kiss, trailing down her body before reaching the tie on her robe.

"Wait, I want to try something," Y/N grabbed Kun's cheek, bringing him back up for another kiss.

"What is it?" Kun snuggled into her chest.

Y/N pushed Kun off of her, leaving the magician on the couch as she went to his costume, grabbing the pocketwatch out of the pouch he hides it in.

"You want to be hypnotized?" Kun's pants tightened at the request, but his face showed a bit of concern, "are you positive?"

"I know you've said you wanted to try sticking it up my bum," Y/N struted over to Kun, straddling him and handing him the pocketwatch, "we can try both at the same time."

Kun hesitated, "you have to be 100 percent positive you want to do that, both anal and hypnosis. I don't want you to try anything you will come to regret."

"Kun, I'm absolutely positive," Y/N put their foreheads together, her hands coming up to caress his cheeks, "I'm 100 percent positive I want to do this, I trust you. We've tried before with a few fingers, now we can actually try."

Kun sighed, the thought of hurting Y/N by accident in the back of his head.

Y/N chuckled at a thought that sprung in her head, "maybe it'll be painless."

Kun palmed the pocketwatch, "Ok, but I'm using a safeword just in case."

Sharing one last kiss, Y/N and Kun switched spots, Kun waving the pocketwatch in front of Y/N's face.

"Focus on my voice, follow the watch," Kun instructed Y/N, the girl keeping an eye on the tool, "empty your mind and clear your worries away."

Y/N let out a breath, her body lightening as a feather.

"Keep focusing. Now you're going to feel weightless, your mind will go somewhere else. Remember if you feel any discomfort or you want to stop, say Houdini."

Y/N's eyes closed, Kun's voice calming.

"Your body is now weightless, go ahead and turn around, kneeling on the sofa."

Y/N moved, untying the robe as it hung off her shoulders, Kun unzipping his pants just enough to pull out his cock.

"Just continue to focus on my voice," Kun pushed against Y/N's ass, a wanton moan coming out of her lips, "remember everything I've said. But give me a second."

Kun walked away for a second, grabbing a condom out of his bag, watching Y/N sway her hips.

"Babe," Kun kissed the back of her neck, ripping the condom and rolling on his hard cock, "just relax."

Kun pushed into Y/N's puckered hole, her back arching as Kun bottomed out.

"Kun," Y/N squealed, her hips moving to get some friction, "please move."

Y/N started moving her hips while Kun held onto her waist, the foreign sensation feeling amazing.

"It feels so good," Y/N continued to fuck herself on Kun's cock, her body feeling weightless as Kun snapped his fingers, halting her hips, "what's wrong?"

Kun pulled out, Y/N whimpering at the loss, "Ride me."

Kun sat on the couch while Y/N slid back down on his cock, getting used to the new position.

"Are you okay?" The boy caressed Y/N's cheek, wiping a tear, "tell me the truth."

"Yeah, I'm fine," Y/N started to bounce on his lap, holding her face in his neck, "I just love you. I want to do everything with you, I want to grow old with you. I want to be the only person on your mind and the only one in your bed."

"I love you too baby," Kun kissed her temple, thrusting into Y/N's tight hole, "so fucking much. I want to marry you and make you mine. I want kids that look like us and run around, chasing the cats and dog."

Kun moved one of his hands to play with Y/N's clit while his mouth went to suck and bite one of her nipples, Y/N's noises filling the dressing room as their skin slapped against each other.

"Babe, you're doing so well, taking my cock in your perfect hole," Kun whispered against Y/N's chest, his praises bringing Y/N closer to her high.

"When I snap, I want you to stop moving your hips," Y/N concentrated on Kun's lips as he spoke, "let me doing the rest."

"3.. 2.." Kun brought Y/N, their noses touching, "1."

Kun snapped his fingers, Y/N stopping all movements while Kun kept the speed of his fingers and thrusts up, white liquid coming out as Y/N's thighs shook for the attention her clit has gotten.

Y/N fell forward into Kun's arms, Kun pulling out, cum falling out of Y/N.

"Now when I say the magic word, you'll be back to your normal self," Kun brushed his fingers up and down Y/N's back, "Houdini."

Y/N lifted her head up, letting out a breath as she looked around the room, fixing her robe and trying to hide the embarrassed blush on her face.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Y/N sighed, "I just really fucking liked that."

"So, what did you think of? Were you aware of what was happening?"

"You," Y/N cuddled into Kun's chest, "our past, how we got together, it was weird, but it felt like any other time, but more intensified."

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, Kun, I'm okay, I promise."

"You said some stuff while you were hypnotized, do you remember them?" Kun moved their positions, so that they were laying on their sides, facing each other.

"I remember saying I love you and then I was more focused on the dick in my ass."

"You said you wanted to spend the rest of your life with me," Kun held Y/N close to him, feeling tears on his chest as Y/N burrowed into him.

"Kun, I'm sor-"

"Don't be. Truth is I want to be with you forever, too. What do you say we get cleaned up, you call your girls, I'll call my boys, get Haechan in an Elvis or Michael Jackson costume."

Y/N moved herself to make eye contact with Kun, tears flowing out of her eyes, Kun wiping them away with his thumbs and placing a light kiss on her nose

"And we have a Vegas wedding?"