#wedding dress under 1000

[sukunas-wife]

PLEASE TEACHER SUKUNA!! I love him so much. Imagine him “proposing” after attending someone’s wedding and him saying something along the lines of “back when i was a brat, marriage was yet another political affair … im glad i found you now.”

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH I LIVE FOR AND LOVE TEACHER SUKUNA BECause I think of this VERSION in his “normal” form but I also- when he wants to be true form idk how but he can convert to true form. Because cmon he’s Ryomen Sukuna, if anyone can do it, it’s the 1000+ yo sensei. Let me get this show on the road :’)

Let’s pretend this was posted Easter morning as a little Easter gift 🤍🤍🤍

It was a few years after your graduation and you were well into your years as a teacher at Jujutsu high. 3 almost 4 years, considering you’ve been with Ryomen Sukuna for 3 of those years.

But today was a special day, it wasn’t an anniversary or anything, no it was a wedding.

There you sat by Sukuna, you couldn’t help but take a longer look out of the corner of your eye. You had to fight back a smile at his concentrated brow, it made him look more annoyed than he already seemed to be. You saw his eye flick to you before you looked away to your left to avoid being caught.

Shoko leaned over, “So it’s Gojo and Gojo sensei, those poor kids aren’t going to know what hit them when they come in.” You laughed, “It’ll be hell if Gojo really starts to wear off on Gojo.” She snickered and you both straightened up catching Getou’s unimpressed and raised brow from the altar. You tried not to laugh when you heard Shoko force whisper through her laugh “Gojo sensei might get mad and punish us, be quiet y/n.” You wanted to laugh harder, having to hold yourself back as your stomach trembled and you bit your lip. You could hear Shoko letting out shaky breaths trying to breathe. You sniffled, hands grabbing at your robes, Satoru had persisted everyone dress in traditional attire because he knew it was what Suguru wanted even if he wouldn’t voice it.

You focused back on the scene, unaware of your hand still grabbing tightly to your robes until you felt heat moving over your own hand. Your eyes flicked over to see Sukuna’s hand on yours, he didn’t look at you giving your hand a squeeze telling you to let go. You did, your hand falling flat under his hold, you didn’t miss the way his head lifted slightly and the small twitch at his lips.

You did your best to turn your hand under his heavy hold, just managing to interlock your fingers and pay attention to the Vows. Satoru was saying something ridiculous that even Suguru was wearing a bit of a “are you serious?” Look. You heard Sukuna let out a single snort through his nose and it made you smile. You smiled bigger trying to not laugh when Suguru visibly sighed, shoulders slumping briefly when he looked over the crowd. There was no doubt he saw you and shook trying to force the laughs and smiles back while trying to look down to avoid his look. The time old question came around, “Do you, Satoru Gojo, take Suguru Geto to be your lawfully wedded husband?” Gojo was smiling like a fool, “I do.” Suguru had a small smile, Satoru was a fool but there was no doubt he was Suguru’s fool. “Do you, Suguru Geto, take Satoru Gojo as your lawfully wedded husband?” Suguru’s smile grew to be just as cheesy as Gojo’s “I do.” “You may now kiss the groom.” Yaga looked away not wanting to see the act directly in front of his face, being the one to marry them was enough in his eyes. Everyone cheered and applauded as the two shared their first married kiss. You couldn’t, considering the fact your hand was being held hostage, and due to the fact that everyone was asked to stand outside to congratulate the couple. Sukuna dragged you with him to the grooms while they were signing their marriage certificate. You were confused and were going to ask why, until Sukuna pulled out a gold fountain pen, it had a diamond. The two moved away leaving the paper to him, Geto had a small smile and Gojo was smiling like a fool. “Thanks for doing this man!” Gojo smacked Sukuna’s shoulder only getting a side eye, as he sighed the witness line with a perfect and extravagant signature. Get smiled at you, “Thank you for being a witness to our marriage.” You were confused still, until Sukuna handed you his pen then you understood. “Oh, it’s a pleasure Suguru, who else gets to say they officiated Satoru and Suguru Gojo’s wedding.” Your smile made Geto laugh while you felt like you were signing your life away.

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The evening passed as everyone drank and lived their party up. Sukuna had listened to you talk with Shoko and Haibara who were sitting at the same table. He was busying himself with his sake, eyebrows raising head tilting slightly as he was pleased with the quality. Maybe that dumbass Satoru did know enough to please him. “Come on y/n! Come congratulate the boys with me!” Shoko was surprisingly pulling at your arm and you laughed, “Sorry Sho, I already congratulated them, Take Haibara with you, I’m sure he’d love to go with you.”

“Nooooo I want you to go with me.” Sukuna was watching out of the corner of his eye, questioning why you were so persistent on not jumping up to bully Satoru and Suguru as you usually would. Finally Shoko relented with a sigh, taking Haibara with her, you smiled, shaking your head no as you looked at the table. Noticing sukuna’s Choko was empty, you took the sake to fill his cup. His brow querked, watching your soft features, “Are you unwell, woman?” You looked up at him a little confused “I’m fine Sukuna why?”

He took the choko you had just filled, watching you as he drank. “Then why didn’t you go with your little friend?” You hummed with a small smile filling his choko again, “I’d really rather just be here with you Sukuna.”

That was the end of that conversation as peace fell over your quiet table and your companions came back, Shoko complaining that Haibara kept apologising for her. She had begun to tell you some of the things she had said to which Sukuna had even chuckled to himself. The festivities ran into the last hours of the night, Satoru was tearing it up on the dance floor trying to messily seduce Suguru who was facing second hand embarrassment and turning away from the scene that was being recorded and photographed by not only 5 different professional photographers but everyone who snuck their phone in, you included much to Suguru’s dismay. Sukuna was smiling watching “That idiot Gojo” present a ridiculous scene that he would never live down. You understand now why Gojo never drank when the party came to an end because Gojo became brave and tried to hollow purple a mosquito that had landed on Suguru’s cheek.

At that point you had lost it burying your face against Sukuna’s arm trembling from laughing. He looked at you amused seeing you gasping for air and silently laughing tears welling in your eyes. It was time for him to take you home, maybe he shouldn’t have let you join him in all those rounds of sake.

But he could admit to himself, he enjoyed the confidence you displayed, the sight of you smiling and touching him so casually as if he wasn’t the 1000+ year old king of curses who could so easily overthrow your little world.

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The Monday after was uneventful, back in School tending to students. Studying them to see where their weaknesses were, figuring out where you need to help them improve.

“What are you thinking?” You turned to find Suguru. “These kids suck, look at this.” Your hand motioned to them, they were getting beat up by Fushiguro who was putting no effort into battling the group of 5. Suguru smiled, closing his eyes, “Well it takes something special to hold your own against someone who’s well trained with a heavenly restriction y/n.” It sounded like he was teasing you. You side eyed him, “I could take him.” You joked and Suguru laughed, shaking his head, “I’m sure you could, but what are you really thinking? You didn’t even notice Satoru standing behind you for 10 minutes not too long ago. He was so offended by your lack of attention he ran to me to come find you.” You rolled your eyes, “Hard to believe that’s really how my superior acts.”

“Well?” Suguru asked, giving you a closed eye smile, it reminded you of a cyndaquil. You sighed, closing your own eyes, “thinking about marriage regretfully.”

You turned to see his eyes widened, “Sukuna proposed? Do you not want to marry him y/n?” He spoke in an incredulous whisper. While looking around, “No, he didn’t propose, and it’s not that I don't see myself marrying him if he ever did propose it’s…”

You fell silent, eyes looking away, “Don’t tell me your planning on over throwing the jujutsu world and that’s why you won’t commit Y/n.” He raised a brow at you and your eyes met his, “I, no! Maybe… no! Well actually…” your head tilted to the side, “no, no no that’s not it I don’t care about that, I don’t wanna say this on school ground because you never know who’s listening. But it’s not that I don’t see myself marrying Sukuna, I don’t see Sukuna marrying me at all.” Suguru gave you a look.

“Y/n you truly are a fool,” you gave him a look back, “A man doesn’t pay thousands for matching robes and kimonos for just any event because he’s just in a relationship y/n. You might not see it, but almost everyone else in this school can see it as plai- stink stink! I made you something.” You turned away from Suguru with a smile, “Stink stink huh?” He sighed, shoulders slumping, “He’s spending too much time on the American side of social media y/n. If I didn’t love him I wouldn’t tolerate this, the same way I can almost confidently say if Sukuna doesn’t genuinely love you even a bit, he wouldn’t tolerate you being as close as you are.” You watched as Suguru smiled, as satoru stood beside him. “A macaroni bracelet.” You smiled watching as Satoru tied it on Suguru’s wrist, “Now we match Suguru.” Suguru laughed through his nose, “That’s why we got custom rings Satoru.” Gojo pouted so you don’t want it?” You turned “Well I’ll leave both of you too it,” you waved them off leaving your poor students to Fushiguro’s hands.

Walking the school you were left thinking to yourself and judging your attire with every window you passed. Out of everyone in this school there was no doubt in your mind that you customise your requests more frequently than anyone, to think just last month you requested this style when Yaga was ordering necessities. You’d even gotten Sukuna to help you change your design a bit, he even branded the back of your shirt collar to have the mark his tongue had oddly enough.

“Where are you going, brat?” Sure enough there was Sukuna standing in an open window looking unimpressed and intrigued at how you were going to walk by him without notice.

“Oh, Sukuna! Sorry, I’ve just been out of it all day.” You looked at his face quickly, instantly deciding it was better to look at the floor. “Come here, it’s been a thousand years since my hearing started to go.” You laughed stepping closer knowing that was a lie, he could probably hear Geto hiding from Gojo half the time. Just as you got closer he grabbed the front of your shirt dragging you out the window like it was nothing. Leaving you stumbling and holding onto him before you felt the ground, the cigarette between his lips didn’t falter, “What’s wrong.” It wasn’t a question. “‘M just tired I guess, and my students aren’t doing too well. They should have a decent grasp on their techniques but it feels like they only get more and more hopeless. It feels like I’m not getting anywhere. So I asked Toji to rough em up for a while so they can at least work with cursed tools and close combat if they fail at their techniques.”

Sukuna was staring and listening, sure you said one thing, but he knew better than that. You never explained so deeply unless you were really trying to convince him of something to avoid something else. “Alright then.” Was all he said leaning back against the wall taking a drag from his cigarette. You let yourself fall into his side against his arm, you stayed like that for a bit until he pulled his arm free, dropping it over your shoulders and pulling you closer into his side. He didn’t know how to ask you what was troubling you so deeply so instead he let you find comfort in his side. He held you tighter when he felt you bury your face in his side, hand coming up to weakly grab his shirt. His hand rubbed your shoulder while he dropped his cigarette, stepping it out of existence, before he pulled you around to his chest. His arm stayed around your shoulders, that hand moving to the back of your head holding you head against his chest, his secondhand came to your back slowly rubbing up and down, resting his chin on your head trying to comfort you the way he had seen you comfort a child on one mission. Your sniffle sounded so pathetic yet it squeezed his chest in a way he didn’t understand, “Thank you Kuna…” your slight tug at his shirt didn’t loosen until you pulled away from him and he let you go.

The sun had started to set leaving you in an orange glow, you were curious why he was even around the school if he didn’t have a class today. “Why ar-I had a mission it was over before it began.” You smiled up at him, “I see.”

“Let me walk you back to your dorm, before your brats come to look for you.” His hands tucked into his pockets, you were quick to hug his arm when he offered his elbow with the slightest movement. It was nice, almost like you could have a normal life with Sukuna one day. Your walk was quiet and nice, you listened to Sukuna talk about his mission being a special grade, and a local deity of some village. She had been parading around saying she was the God of Curses, so he had to prove a point. You were humoured by the way his chest puffed when you offered praise saying of course The True King of Curses would be able to conquer Gods with ease.

It was after you were standing in your door facing him that you noticed him lingering. Did he want to come in? You were about to ask when he held out his right hand, you were confused, “Let me see your hand.” You were quick to put your hand in his and studied your hand with a blank expression, you became self conscious of your nails and what if your hands looked funny??? What if- you stopped feeling his thumb run over your knuckles, “Interesting.” Was all he said before letting your hand go.

“Rest y/n,” you watched as he stepped back, “Do your best to not worry so much. Only a fool would waste their life away wondering if something deemed impossible would ever really happen or not.” You were confused until your phone rang. You pulled it out looking away from Sukuna’s retreating figure. It was a message in a group chat with Geto, Gojo, and Shoko, ‘Oh, our little Y/n is taking a man to her home.’ Shoko sent a clear picture of where you were holding onto Sukuna’s arm, he was staring down at you, you were looking up at him, and your dorm house was very clearly in frame. Then Geto sent an image, “It seems she had it planned from earlier today.” It was a video of Sukuna dragging you out the window followed by a picture of the way Sukuna held you against him. Gojo finished you off, “I will give it till the end of the year and she’s either pregnant or getting married.”

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Spring days warmed to summer afternoons as months passed, you found yourself dying on the engawa in your new uniform. It was a light material and fitted long sleeve shirt and loose pants like Suguru’s, you’d take Toji’s advice and get shoes like his, they were perfect for slipping off and throwing at people like Gojo even if they’d never hit him. He’d forget in the moment and would fold easily.

One thing didn’t change, the mark of Sukuna stayed permanently embroidered on your shirt. “Y/n?” You lifted your head from the wood, opening your eyes, “Oh, hi.” You smiled at Shoko who gave you a sympathetic look, “Why aren’t you at the school? We’ve been looking for you.”

“Oh, my kids are on a mission and I get the feeling they won’t be back till tomorrow. I didn’t want to do any extra work so I just came home.” She watched as you moved to lay on your side, one leg stretched out and the other propped up. Your head being half up by an arm that was propped up, your free hand grabbing a fan to fan yourself, “It’s so hot even in the shade it’s ridiculous, I need the fall season to come back.”

She watched you, “Your significant other was looking for Y/N, maybe you should find him?” She shrugged, “But that’s all I know though, have fun.”

You whined licking your feet, with the summer festivities there have been so many festivals, tourists, and things festering, everyone’s been on double time. Meaning you hadn’t seen Sukuna as frequently as before, and now he was looking for you? You should have called him, but your phone fell off the engawa and you hadn’t picked it up, and Shoko had left before you remembered. They passed as you laid there spacing out in your own head in fantasies of arguments you’d probably never have but preparing so you could win. Your argument with Gojo was interrupted with Sukuna’s voice, “How long are you planning to ignore me woman?” You rushed sitting up forcing your stiff muscles to cooperate.

“I wasn’t ignoring you, I was just…” your head tilted to the side, “thinking over a conversation I had with Satoru.” He knew instantly you were just arguing with a figurative Gojo in your head, oddly enough he had caught Satoru doing the same. He humoured himself thinking the two of you had some unknown connection to insult and argue with one another. “Take this and get ready, we’re going out tonight.”

You were excited the moment you saw the box, Sukuna surprisingly had very good taste in attire, but what you were more excited for was that if he got you a new set of robes it means he also had a new set of robes to match. You jumped up carrying the heavy box with you getting ready to run into your dorm before you stopped, placing the box down and being about eye level with Sukuna thanks to the raised engawa. You pulled his face to the side kissing his cheek, “Thank you, I’ll get ready quickly.” Just as you were about to rush off you stopped smiling sheepishly, “Will you pass me my phone? Please?” He looked down following your finger, there it was, your phone. He reluctantly picked it up muttering something under his breath until he saw your Lock Screen. There was no chance in hell he hadn’t noticed someone following both of you to your home. Yet there was proof, he was becoming too comfortable with you. The picture from behind, of you holding onto his arm from months ago. He passed you your phone, “I’ll be back after you let me know you’re ready.” You smiled nodding, “I’ll call you as soon as I finish up.”

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It took you an hour to have a quick shower, and fix the robes you thought were so pretty. They were light blue and white, and you couldn’t help unceremoniously flailing your arms around making the extended fabric of your sleeves flutter and fly around with loud sounds, “It’s so pretty.” Your little pose in the mirror made you feel cute before you tied your hair back with the blue hair ribbon. It was failure after failure until you gave up and Sukuna arrived. He walked in to watch you aggressively pulling the ribbon out of your hair flinching when you lost 2 or 3 hairs. You watched Sukuna standing behind you when you were aggressively tie your hair to fail, finally he smacked your hand lightly when you tried to yank the ribbon out again. “Stop mistreating my things L/n.” His voice was a stern warning when he slipped the ribbon from your hand, you looked down slightly feeling his hands run over your hair. His fingers running over your scalp pulling a bit of your hair back, you watched through the mirror as he pulled the ribbon from between his lips tying it easily, you were going to move but you noticed how his hand lingered on the strand of hair tied by the ribbon. He let it slowly slip from his hold, “We need to leave.”

Sukuna had brought you to walk with him through the Arashiyama Bamboo grove. It was a summer night, but also the night of a festival meaning it wouldn’t be as busy as you normally would be. It was exactly what you expected as you walked through the Bamboo forest, full moon rising and lighting up the sky.

You held onto Sukuna’s arm, head laid on his shoulder as he casually led you through the space. Until you made it to decent sized clearing you’d seen many tourist use for photos. “Sukuna,” your voice was like a whisper. His eyes flicked to look down at you, “hm.” “Can we take a picture here? This is the first time we’ve been together here and I’ve seen people take pictures here, so maybe we can….” You were smiling at him hopefully. He looked at you a second longer than you liked to admit, “Your ambition is palpable, I’ll feed into your desires for now y/n.” You didn’t miss the spark in his eyes, as you handed him your phone, he set it up along with his on the fence point across from where you stood. It was weird for him to use his phone, usually any photos you took you’d send to him whether he’d ask or not and he’d be content with that.

Still he stood by your side, you pulled his heavy arm around his waist to rest your head on his shoulder. Your right arm behind his back to hug his waist, your left hand reached out to take his right hand to hold it in the picture. It was cute, your phone screen flashed but Sukuna’s hadn’t so you stayed still hoping it would. That was until you felt Sukuna pull himself away, you looked at him about to stop him.

Your expression was priceless, your dropped jaw, wide eyes. The look of disbelief, the way your hands smacked your face covering your eyes and moving down to cover your mouth while you started to tear up. He hadn’t even had time to ask the question before you were crying, “Listen to me before you started crying y/n.” You sniffled, wiping your face vigorously and unceremoniously with your sleeves nodding and trying to pay attention to him.

He tried his best to look at you, but his eyes faltered and he took a deep breath, “I understand the concept of marriage in our eyes were to completely different things,” he rolled his eyes, “I’ve heard you say it many many times that if you ever married a man it would be because you’re affections were deeply requited. My own,” he closed his eyes clenching his jaw for a second, “My own interests in marriage were strictly political or to produce what could be a stronger generation.” His eyes were somewhere beyond you, before he settled on your face, you could see the brief flash of vulnerability, “When I was an ambitious and aggravating brat I had only ever thought of marriage as a way to improve one’s lineage, as the golden age of sorcery came to an end for its own reason, my ideals of a political marriage have come to an for one sole reason.” He opened the ring box showing a flashy golden ring, “Your presence is peculiar, your ambition and confidence are palpable, there is no soul on this earth that has ever managed to catch the attention of my body, soul and mind. I feel as if our lives have become ensnared with one another like the wild wisteria. As displeasing as it sounds, I can wholeheartedly admit y/n, that in all my years, with every breath, I am gratified, elated, and beyond pleased to have found you, so now I ask you,” you were tearing up at his little speech, “Y/n…” he paused and you could feel his judgement for your years before you saw the smile tug at the edge of his lips, he knew he had you hooked and you wouldn’t say no even if he made you stand there for another 30 minutes, “Will you have the honour in marrying- YES! Sukuna, yes!” You tacked him in a hug, kissing him and kicking him back, he held you with one arm snapping the box closed to not lose your ring. He was sat back on the ground, you were in a weird position of kneeling and lying on him while you wrapped your arms around his neck kissing him, he kissed you back pulling you against him tighter in a rougher kiss. You laughed against his lips pulling away taking his face in your hands kissing his forehead, cheeks and lips again. He let you, amused by your actions he didn’t fight off your public displays of affection, instead he revelled in the feeling of your lips on his skin until you stopped offering to help him up. After he stood you were snuggling up to his side hugging his arm, you didn’t care about the right, you were content enough knowing he had asked the question, at this rate in your brain you were saying he could give you a bread tie with a craft gem and you’d probably show it off anyways. He looked down at you, your little love struck closed eye smile. Still he took your hand and you opened your eyes watching as he popped open the white swan ring box, sliding the ring onto your finger, it was a perfect fit. You ooo’ed before reaching up to his face to pull him down and kiss him again. You were going to pull away when you felt his hand pull you back into him, he kissed you this time, “This is your warning y/n, if I find you mistreating my things against you will be punished, hmm.” You felt the embarrassment and heat on your face when you buried your face against his shoulder, “I uh… I understand .”

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“Alright- so as Satoru so kindly pointed out,” you forced a smile at Gojo who snickered, this is a waste of time because Mr. Nah, I’m Sato Gojo, wants to prove he’s the best he’s taking all special grade assignments this months everyone just throw your stuff at Hoe-jo.” Shoko snickered and Gojo protested “That’s not what I meant! I don’t wanna get stuck doing all the special grades!”

“WELL THAT'S TOO DAMN BAD SA TO RU You’re doing them because you made me mad” your line made Sukuna laugh through his nose catching almost everyone’s attention for a second, before he reclined in his sets arms crossed his chest.

“Now, Yaga wants us to list down things we need for this new semester and no one is going to take time later this week to do it so I’m doing my best to do a general list,” everyone watched as you started to hang a large paper pad on the roll in board, “So this is the list of general items everyone usually requests.” You motioned with your hand to the names off most of the teachers, “you see here-IM SORRY-“ Gojo cut you off looking at you in disbelief, “but what’s that???” He was pointing at you accusingly and you were confused just to see Geto, Shoko and Haibara as equally judgmental, Nanamin, Toji and Sukuna were having their own conversation, you felt your eye twitch “what do you mean SATORU, I JUST EXPLAINED ITS A LIST- NO Y/N WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT DO I MEAN!? LOOK AT THAT!” He pointed again and you looked at the board, “Satoru please I will cry if your playing with me again,” Sukuna looked over briefly at the mention of your crying. Geto spoke up, “Y/n… I really don’t think he’s playing if you just think about this for a second.” You watched as he waved his left hand around as if telling you to continue, “Suguru, If I didn’t think he was playing I would 100% give him an answer, and I did-“ Shoko gave you an incredulous look, “Sweetie, y/n.” You watched as she held up her left hand, taking her ring finger between her thumb and pointer finger. It was then you slowly looked at the board, your hand splayed out on the paper. There was your ring, gleaming at its mention under the school's light.

“Oh… THAT'S what you mean.” You looked back at Gojo, he was giving you an “Are you serious look?.” You cleared your throat, “You see Satoru, all those times you say you move in silence because you're a beast of prey or something like that?” He raised a brow, “So you do watch my snap stories? “Regrettably yes, they make me laugh and cringe, but you see -OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT!” You pointed out the window with pure fear, they all rushed over letting you slip out the room unnoticed, “Escaped that situation.” Just as you were making your way down the hallway you heard screaming coming from the room, more specifically Satoru, “WHO SAID YOU COULD MARRY MY Y/N RYOMEN!?” you heard the whack clear as day, “GAH Sugguurruuu why’d you hit meeee???” You smiled to yourself, “Who said she was your y/n Satoru?”

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Fernando Alonso x femreader! family!

Instagram au | Part 3

Fernando and y/n have been married for 10 years, and for the last 9 years, y/n has been fighting against cancer. Because of this, they can't have children on their own, so they decided to adopt.

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Obeisance to the Arrow - Noritoshi Kamo

#6 - Husbandly Duties

[noritoshi kamo wrangles with his family to get you into jujutsu tech school + gojo satoru keeps his word]

[tw : 1000+ words, noritoshi kamo x reader, child marriage, arranged marriage, misogyny, girlie gets access to schooling, malala would like this chapter]

#5 - Man and Wife #7 - Jealousy, Jealousy

Gojo Satoru stood on the doorstep of the Kamo Clan the next morning. “Am I too early? I stopped to pick up a present for the newlyweds!”

Within the next ten minutes, Noritoshi had been woken up, urgently dressed and washed, and sat in front of Gojo Satoru, with all the elders of the family in tow. Satoru’s sudden arrival had soured the mood of the whole family; everyone expected some upsetting news or the other. Satoru himself seemed to take no notice of this. “Is your wife bothering you already, Noritoshi-kun?” He beamed at the half-awake half-worried young heir. “She’s so bossy! As her benefactor, I can tell that she’s a handful!”. 

Benefactor, huh? Noritoshi was impressed, quite frankly. Somehow or the other, you had won the support of Gojo Satoru himself, and that too secretly. Since the conversation was turning to his wife, he had no choice but to speak. I’m in no mood for your nonsense. Spit it out, Gojo.

“My wife has been sweet, Gojo-sensei. How have you been?” He answered. “Would you like some tea?” Satoru understood what he meant-- “How important is this conversation?” 

“I believe we should all have some.” (“Important and involving the whole family. Sorry”)

Gojo had come here to vouch for your admission into Jujutsu High Tech School. Apparently, it was the wedding gift from the Gojo Clan to the newly bridged Zenin-Kamo one: Satoru himself would overlook the education of the young couple. On the surface, it seemed a rare opportunity to learn from the strongest sorcerer himself. But every Kamo family member sitting in the room understood the threat behind his words: The young bride is now under my protection. I’ll keep an eye out for her. Don’t cross me. 

The Kamos erupted with anger, all polite social manners thrown to the winds. Noritoshi’s father threw a tea-cup at Satoru (blocked by his Infinity) and an uncle called him a “flyhead meddling in an ox’s dung”. 

Satoru watched as Noritoshi sighed and started to calm people down. He requested the women to not trouble themselves with inelegant family matters anymore, and they silently left the room. Then he ordered the servants to clean up the spilled tea, get some fresh oolong out, and light some incense. Finally, he waited till his male relatives cooled off by themselves (took a few minutes) before finally speaking up: “My apologies, Father, Grandfather. But I would feel rather insulted as a man, albeit a young one, if matters of my wife were to be discussed with other men. Do I have your permission to speak to Gojo-sensei alone about this?”

“No, no– you’re too soft on–” 

“Let him, son.” Noritoshi’s grandfather placed a hand on his father’s shoulder. “He’s a man now. He knows how to think. Show our Satoru-kun the gardens, Noritoshi.”

Amazing. Gojo really appreciated the boy now. He handles people so easily. Noritoshi bowed low to them and gracefully guided Satoru to walk with him in the gardens. Like you did, some months ago.

“My apologies, Gojo-sensei.”

“No, no, the tea was good though.”

“Ah, it’s from our own gardens. So about Zenin-san…”

“She wants to join Jujutsu High." Satoru replied. “You’ve no problems with it, I suppose.”

“Hmm” Noritoshi took a minute to fully consider it. It's fine, right? I don't see how this could hurt anyone. As long as she behaves herself, it should be fine. “None, I think. Besides, her cousin Mai studies with me too.”

Noritoshi had wanted to look Gojo fully in the eye and ask, why? What does she have over you that you are helping her so much? What secrets do you keep amongst you two? Why does she trust you so well?

Of course, Noritoshi didn’t say a word. He just nodded and signed the stack of paperwork for your school admission. He had full rights to do so. He was your guardian, after all. His hand stayed a bit before signing a paper declaring that ‘The liability of said sorcerer's death falls upon the undersigned.’ But he signed it anyway. 

His family was screamed at him later on for allowing you to leave for school. He saw you snickering at him from behind the curtains, watching him get yelled at for your sake. He scoffed. What a fucking pain in the ass kid. 

—--

“You know, you could have just told me.” Noritoshi and you are back in your bedroom again. You look up from the Jackie Chan movie playing on the TV as you laze on the sofa. 

Damn. Noritoshi is just getting out of the shower, towelling his hair dry roughly, clad only in his soft blue bathrobe. You can see drops of water dripping down his face to his broad chest. You quickly look away. Damn, Kamo. “Aghh, cover up, idiot! What the heck are you doing?” You grit out. “Shameless ass!”

He grumbles at that. “At least say thank you”. Ungrateful little bastard. You manage to piss him off like no one ever can. Except Todo, maybe. “If you had only told me about Gojo-sensei beforehand, everything would have gone by a lot smoother.”

You choose to pretend that you can’t hear anything, instead turning up the volume of the TV. You know exactly how to get under his skin. Actually, you weren’t too sure that Noritoshi would agree to your schooling as quickly as he did; you don’t actually know Noritoshi, do you? You did have a few cards up your sleeve to get him to acquiesce to your wishes (you had those cards on everybody, actually. It’s good armour for someone as defenceless as you.)

Noritoshi chooses to answer your silence with his own silence. You two were leaving for school less than a week now, even though you were going to the Tokyo school (Satoru Gojo’s personal request). Less than a week and he’d be rid of his annoying immature wife. 

He huffed at the thought, pulling a yukata onto him. You make it a distinct point NOT to look at him when he’s changing, no matter how red your face gets at the thought. One week and I’m out of here. He casts a look back at you. Oh, you’re blushing? How cute of you. His heart softened a little. Her, a sorcerer? Gods look after her. 

#7 - Jealousy, Jealousy

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[nirvanawrites111]

Wedding Secrets (Sub!Taemin x Dom!Reader)

Pairing: Sub!Taemin x Dom!Reader

Pronouns: none used, written as an afab! reader. Reader does wear a dress.

Genre: Exes to lovers, non-idol au, Taemin is a famous cherographer and you two see each other at Hoshi's wedding.

Warning: smut of course, pussy eating, dom!reader, femdom, cheating, pulling Taem's hair, and grabbing his shirt. Y/n is called mommy

Word count: 1789.. it was supposed to be only 1000 words.

BTW, this is NOT the story I teased a week ago. I'm still working on my Yandere!Taemin fic.

I'm just so in love with Taemin y'all.. but y'all already knew that.

Happy Subby!September! Thank you to everyone who is reading, writing, and reblogging. We are just getting started!

Smut below the cut! Enjoy.

The wedding reception was vibrant and full of energy. But, your heart drops when you spot him from across the room.

Your ex.

At Hoshi's wedding, of all places? You both shared a mutual surprised look, and suddenly, the upbeat song seemed a bit too loud.

Memories of old times flashed by as you caught his eye. This was going to be an interesting evening for you.

Not to mention, the woman by his side is drop-dead gorgeous, and you're sure she's a model or some influencer.

Being a choreographer, you know he makes his rounds around the entertainment industry.

You get up from the table and head to the bathroom. The last thing you want is to show any emotions and make this about you. This is about celebrating your good friend, and you don't want to draw any attention to you.

You retreat to the bathroom and look at yourself in the mirror. Your makeup is still perfect, your hair is flawless, and you look amazing in your outfit. You take a couple of deep breaths.

"I don't have feelings for him anymore.. so why am I tripping?"

"You don't have feelings for me.. anymore.. mommy?" Taemin voices announces into the bathroom, and you glare at him as you stare at him in the mirror.

While you thought hearing that name would feel foreign to you, instead, you miss it. A little more than you would like to admit.

You can't even hide your facial expressions, so you turn around to face him. You wrap your arms around your body, holding yourself in hopes that you can keep it together.

"No, we're over... remember?" Your echo of the truth is a reminder that he doesn't belong to you anymore.

He wanted to end things because he felt like monogamy wasn't something he wanted to continue. So, he walked away from you.

"I know that, but you haven't answered the question. Because if I'm being real with you. I'm not over you. Every person I sleep with, I have to close my eyes and imagine that it's you that I'm with."

Of course, the most infamous choreographer and dancer in your home country has been with other people since the split. That was the whole purpose, right? But it still doesn't feel good hearing it.

But, simultaneously, you feel a little emotion stir inside you, because he still isn't over you.

"Does my answer even matter?" You challenge him.

Taemin tilts his head, and studies your body language. His piercing dark brown eyes, and you know that right now, he's the bold, confident, loudmouth Taemin. In a snap of a finger, if you step into "mommy mode," he will be a whimpering mess under your control. He can get into his subspace so easily for you.

"For me, it does," he responds softly.

A surge of memories hits you – the late-night rehearsals, the impromptu dance sessions at dawn. The way you two would hook up at his dance studio. The passion between the two of you is undeniable. But you know, along with those fun memories comes the bitter ones, the fights, and the jealousy.

"Why now?" you ask, trying to keep your voice steady. "After all this time, after everything that happened, why bring this up now?"

You watch him take a deep breath, looking down momentarily, before returning his mesmerizing gaze to yours.

"It's simple. Everywhere I go, all I see and imagine is you. You used to choke me the way I liked, spank me, spoil me, love me, touch me. Make me submit like no one else could. I'm still in love with you, Y/n."

You want to speak, and you open your mouth to do so, but you stop yourself. You take a moment to process what he just told you.

Your relationship with him was such a whirlwind. He's never been your typical type of guy you like to date. You are quiet and reserved around people you don't know. Only a selected person gets to see your true personality shine.

But, Taemin is outspoken, flirty, and outgoing all the time. He's always the center of attention in some type of way. You never wanted to dim his light or stop his beautiful energy. But, at times, his innocence gets misinterpreted by someone dying for his attention.

Which created issues in your relationship. He has five million Instagram followers, which is more than some of the idols he choreographs for.

He's pretty much a big deal to a lot of people. But, no one has ever experienced him in the way that you have.

"Kiss me," you mumble.

You get out of your head and try to ground yourself back into your body. You know you will ruminate over this if you don't let your body take the lead.

Taemin steps closer into your presence and presses his soft, juicy lips against yours. Your eyes shut immediately, and you allow him to take the lead momentarily. He deepens the kiss and wraps his hands around your waist, and you pull him closer to your body.

You pull back from him, and you feel that familiar feeling come over you. That surge of energy allows you to take control of the situation.

"Mommy? Can I taste you?" The words slip off his tongue so quickly, and you wanted nothing more than to shove his face right into your pussy.

How did he know that you even wanted him in that way?

You removed Taemin's suit jacket and laid it on the sink, and you hiked up your dress so that you can prepare his meal for him.

How could you deny yourself the satisfaction of having the best head in your life? Even if it meant this was just a one-time hookup.

You spread your legs for Taemin, and you are already wet with excitement.

"Come on and eat it before your girlfriend comes looking for you," you taunt him.

"She doesn't care. She's just with me for her social media page."

You run your finger down your slit and feel how wet you are just from kissing Taemin. It never fails how you always react to him so easy.

Taemin smirks and kneels before you just enough to be at eye level at your core. He places his hands on your thighs for leverage as he jams his tongue inside you.

You instantly realize how much you have missed his tongue deep inside you. The feeling of his tongue warms you in a way that you can't explain. It's familiar, and it feels even better as he begins to lap at your folds.

"God, I've missed your tongue, Taem. You're still the best head I've ever had that."

You expect Taemin to respond to your comment, but he's lost himself inside of your sacred world. He mixes up his technique from sucking on your clit to giving you very slow, but passionate kisses that cause your body to jilt every time.  To do it all over again in between speeds and variations.

The feeling of having Taemin eat you out like it's his last meal on Earth has your mind spinning a bit when he services you like this. You know that his words are really true.

There is no way that he eats out that IG model like this.

Taemin is way too good and knows exactly what you need when you need it.

He's so good at reading your body language since he's an empath. He knows what you want before you even say it. That's how in sync you two are.

But, you snap out of the state of euphoria, and you grab him by the hair. "Taem, now I know you heard me when I praised you... Is that how you respond to Mommy?"

"No, mommy. I'm sorry, you just taste so good. That's why  I was in my own little world with your pussy. Thank you for praising me. You know I love when you do that. Can I continue to worship you?"

You instantly felt the aching of your sex when you pulled him away from you. You want to regret it, but you also know he must obey you.

"Fine, but you know I like it when you respond to me. Got it."

"Yes."

You stare into his eyes with his hair still in your hand and his beautiful plump lips covered in your juices.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes... Mommy."

"Good boy."

You release his hair and guide the back of his head back to your pussy. Not that you needed to guide him, but you like being able to control him in this way.

Taemin returns to pleasuring you like he never stops. He licks away at your pussy, and the gushy sound of his tongue and your juices mixed has you hornier than ever.

"Mommy.. I love pleasuring you."

"I can tell. You see how wet I am."

"I love it.. can I feel your juices on my fingers?"

"Yes.."

Taemin turns his hand over and sticks his thick middle finger inside you, and you clench around him. He runs his thumb over your clit in circles.

You look down at him, and you can't get over the fact that you never expected to be on a bathroom sink with your legs spread with Taemin's head in between them during your bestie's wedding.

As if on cue, Taemin runs his tongue across his top lip slowly to savor your taste.

You grab him by the shirt and pull him in for a kiss. You slip your tongue into his mouth and savor the taste of yourself. These are the wild moments you miss.

Your tongue swirls around in his mouth as you two are locked in a passionate kiss. The combination of kissing him and his fingers working their magic on you is enough to tip you over the edge.

Taemin's skillful digits continue to pump into you, and you already feel yourself squirt on his middle finger.

"Finish me off," You pull away from Taemin and push his head back down.

Taemin holds onto you as he buries his face deep into your center, and he tongue fucks you because he knows that's what you like.

You both know your body is already so sensitive, and by the way, your hips are starting to buck you. The time to release is approaching.

You moan uncontrollably as Taemin's expert tongue explores every inch of your core, intensifying the pleasure coursing through your body. The anticipation builds, and with one final flick of his tongue, you explode in a mind-shattering climax.

Taemin comes back up and licks his lips again. "I will never get enough of how you taste, Mommy."

You hop off the sink and adjust your dress. Your legs are wobbly, and Taemin helps you with your dress.

You kiss Taemin on the cheek and say, "I might let you taste me again."

[mademoiselle-red]

Li Lianhua is a dead man walking.

He puts on the wedding dress of those who’ve perished in water.

With 1000 pieces of silver he buys himself a husband meant for the dead.

He takes this burial sacrifice back to the home he constructed from the wood of their shared grave.

On the tenth anniversary of their deaths, they drink their wedding wine under the same moon.

Di Feisheng would rather be Li Xiangyi’s ghost than Jiao Liqiao’s living bride.

Di Feisheng stands at the edge of the ocean;

Out there, in their shared grave fathoms deep, lies his ghost bride,

Waiting.

[justarandomlambblog]

Coffeeshop/teacher AU...

Sorry my handwriting is horrible that's just how it is and it is 2 am I am too tired to transcribe rn but I will make a more legible version later

Info about the AU under the cut

Mystic's Coffee House is run by a mysterious person, Mystic. That's it, just Mystic. Stage name? Maybe. They're a very popular, high-status coffee shop, and Narinder is essentially the manager at this point.

Narinder, who was disowned by his family at only 17 years old following a huge fight/accident, began working at Mystic just a year or two after. He never finished high school and was homeless at the time, and Mystic took one look at him and decided, yeah, that looks like an employee right there. Is Mystic aware that Narinder is a Bishop, a very famous, very rich family that has so many brands and trademarks under their name that they may as well own half the country? Probably, Mystic knows Narinder's real name after all. But his nametag simply says;

Nari.

Nari is a single father by technicality only; Forneus is a very good friend that he met a bit after being disowned and kicked out, and in the beginning they mistook fondness/kindness as attraction and had a brief relationship. They mutually decided that they only loved each other as friends, but the twins Aym and Baal were born shortly after they broke up, and while they have a very healthy coparenting relationship, Forneus is often away on business trips as she runs a shop all her own. Narinder took over primary custody. Aym and Baal have Forneus' surname, and do not hold the Bishop name (a choice Narinder insisted on).

Aym and Baal are now seven years old and entering the second grade, and their teacher is Mz. Lamb, whose first name is... mysteriously missing. Lamb is a regular at Mystic's and has a huge puppy-crush on Narinder (they think he's cute), though Narinder only knows them as "the weird sheep who tried to ask for my number as soon as they saw me." Everything kinda changes after Aym and Baal enter Lamb's class, as Lamb realizes Narinder bears a striking resemblance to the rambunctious twins and strikes up a conversation about them, and Narinder will NOT pass up a chance to talk about his children.

And thus a friendship is born, which will very quickly snowball into something more.

Lamb believes in living life to the fullest and expresses themself however they feel, they'll go from suits and ties to hoodies to off-shoulder shirts to dresses and they will THRIVE with it. This is their life philosophy; live life to the fullest, and go to the Beyond without regrets. Live enough for your lost loved ones, too.

Narinder and Lamb both know sign language, Narinder bc he grew up using it to communicate with family, Lamb bc after an... accident they were unable to speak for several years. Lamb still has "mute days" and Nari signs as he speaks, a habit he hasn't broken in the ~10 years since he was disowned.

Ummmm I can't think of anything else it's way too late/early but that is the gist of it (without getting into the Bishops themselves). Also they end up getting married, and Aym and Baal 1000% take credit for getting them together.

"Hey pops, remember how dad rejected you when you first met?" "Hey Aym, remember when you dropped the ring and it rolled down the vent in the middle of our wedding." "... I was ten-"

[leclsrc]

hey! congrats on 1000 💓

need some angst so could you do a drabble of carlos and reader already broke up for a year bcs of some problem (but not cheating pls) and they finally met again and realized both still have feeling towards each other so they decided to start the relationship again, thanks!

saving grace — cs55

genre: angst, drabble, 1k celebration. title from this

There’s a sticky note tacked onto your living room corkboard, buried now under fresh reminders and receipts and grocery lists. You sometimes pass it by and forget it, but when you catch the orange peeking out from underneath the bits of life you’ve stuck atop it, you pause and remember. Tonight is the first time you seek it, fish it out from a trove of daily memories—coffee receipts, coupons, birthday cards—and hold it in your hand. You stare.

June 17, it reads. Anniversary dinner.

The memory of writing this out refuses to purge itself from your brain, along with many other memories of years past. The bad and the good ones stick themselves inside your brain like stubborn mildew, unrelenting, even a year after you stopped making them.

Lewis’ wedding reception is colourful, vibrant, and you’re half sure it’s Drake at the DJ booth—all telling of the kind of fun, sociable person Lewis is. You’ve gone around greeting and kissing people in a half-daze, having been stupefied by the sticky note earlier today, drowning the loudness of the thoughts with wine. It’s dark outside the venue, populated by cars and some staff, when you dip out to smoke a cigarette.

Your heels crunch against the gravel as you light yourself one and press it to your lips. And, as if conjured by your inexorable thoughts of him, Carlos’ voice penetrates the quiet midnight air. “You never could kill that habit,” he says, a few paces in front of you. You puff out a billow of tobacco smoke and smile.

“It’s gotten a lot better,” you say. You’re right: post-breakup, smoking was one of the things you turned to the most, and in an effort to make a change, you’d stopped doing it regularly. “I only do it when I need to.”

He nods, walking slowly toward you. “Why do you need to?”

When you see Carlos up close, you find nothing much has changed in the past year of his absence. His face is the same, chiseled, so very Spanish. His voice is the same, distinct and, when with you, comfortable enough to slide into occasional phrases of his own language. His hair is a bit longer, and he combs it back with his fingers, waiting for your response.

You pause, weighing your options. You could go the polite route, steer this conversation somewhere different, but that’s not what’s pulling at you. Yanking, almost, begging you to say what you wish to really say. So you do, in a breathless confession. “It’s June 17.”

Briefly, Carlos looks surprised, but it settles into a neutral expression. “I didn’t think you’d remember. Hace mucho tiempo que no hablamos.”

“I found a Post-it from two years ago. I wrote our anniversary dinner reminder on it.” 

“We…” He pauses. He could use a cigarette, if he’s being totally honest with himself. “We made a lot of good memories.”

You’d be lying if you said he was wrong. Together, the memories feel like home, even when they’re of bad or forgettable moments. Your memories are waiting for the coffee to brew in the morning, washing race suits and getting bubbles of soap on your nose, mockups of a house you planned to buy together, faded photographs that went from being on the fireplace to being in a box, date night dresses, hungry kisses when you’d been apart for weeks, loud fights that are monitored by Pinon.

Carlos’ memories are folding laundry so you have extra time to sleep in, designing a nursery (red, he said, for Ferrari, and you claimed you would find another father if it went that way), warming up to cats, couch sex when neither of you wanted to get to the bedroom, cooking competitions that, despite his best efforts, you always won, tackling you onto the carpet when he finally got to be with you again, family dinners where nobody asked him anything and were too busy focused on you, realizing you were moving out.

Both of you realize that these memories, no matter how good, how concrete, how bad, are memories. They’re things gone. “Why did we stop making them?” He asks quietly, a follow-up to his own sentence. 

You drop your cigarette and kill it. “I think we needed to, if just… for a while.” Sometimes, you think you’re tied to Carlos, fingertip to fingertip, a string always keeping you tethered. Loosely tied, infinitely long, stretching from New York to Spain, Rome to China, wherever to wherever. A totem of your connection, your relationship; a thing of the past, something lost. Something gone.

“For a while,” he echoes. You’d both been so caught up with work that the relationship took the backburner, and eventually, neither of you felt like putting out anymore. Domestic life was no longer a priority once work became more demanding, gave you both more success, and in the end that’s what you chose. Both of you. Work. And so you lived days out alone, and in clumsy moments, you’d say something intended for Carlos. It took weeks for the habit to die. For you to realize that, however much you wanted a reaction, it wouldn’t come.

But a while is just a while. A blip. A learning period. There’s a stretch of silence and the leftover tobacco. “It was nice talking,” you say with finality. Your brain swarms with these memories still, imperfect and impulsive ones.

As you turn, he speaks again, even more quiet. It stops you in your tracks. “I’ll call you.”

You smile. “I’ll pick up.”

[disturbedbeautywrites]

Just A Dream - Jake Hangman Seresin

Warning: This is 100% angst. The first few paragraphs are cute and fluffy, but after that it is straight up heart-breaking angst. Main character death, pregnancy, cursing, and just overall dealing with death. Lots of grieving.

I couldn’t get this idea out of my head and I had to write it because I wanted to challenge myself as a writer.

“I can’t wait to be his wife, Phoenix.” The words left your mouth as you grinned at her, spinning around in your wedding dress as you stood in front of the big wooden doors that separated you from your fiancé. She laughed and squeezed you, telling you she would see you soon. Her and the rest of the bridesmaids took off down the aisle. As you were standing there you caught a small glimpse of Jake standing there in his dress whites.

The bridal procession soon started to play as you looked over at your dad, putting your arm through his. “Don’t let me fall, please.” You teased, laughing through the tears as you started to make your way down the aisle. The church was absolutely glowing under the love that you and Jake had for each other; it was almost a tangible feeling. The blonde aviator had never been happier; his bright smile lighting up every single room every time he saw you. You had never felt so loved; especially now as you looked at your soon to be groom and saw the tears pouring down his cheeks. “You look so gorgeous.” You could see him repeatedly mouthing the words to you, a small blush creeping up on your lips as you wiped your tears and were handed off to him.

Marrying Jake Seresin felt like it was an absolute dream come true. You were standing in a beautiful church surrounded by all your friends and family and you felt like the luckiest woman alive. You were holding eyes with Jake as the minister talked, a warm smile on his lips as he looked at you like you were the most precious thing in the universe. His fingers were lazily drawing hearts on your palms as the two of you waited for him to say the next magical words. “Mr Seresin, you may now kiss your bride.” There was whooping from Jake’s fellow aviators as he pulled you in, his lips pressing to yours in a kiss that felt different than any you had ever shared before. It was passionate. It was full of love. It was the first kiss of the rest of your lives.

That day was by far the happiest day of your life. The love that the two of you shared poured out of the church in the form of a warmness no one had ever experienced before. It was intoxicating. It was surreal and fairytale like, but it was real. It was your actual reality. You had met someone who acted like you hung the moon. And to Jake Seresin, that is exactly what you did. You made him the happiest man alive and that church became a sacred place for the two of you. It was the place where you shared the happiest moments of your life. It was the place where the two of you became one.

The atmosphere shifted in your memory, the wooden chapel doors now seeming like they weighed 1000 pounds. It was a stark contrast to the last day you were here over a year ago; now everything dim and gloomy. Sniffles and crying could be heard and soft whispers of “I’m sorry for your loss.” kept being repeated to you. The words felt as hollow as your chest felt; your heart now missing. You hadn’t felt whole in days. In fact, you felt like you would never feel whole again. Last time you were here, you were wearing a beautiful wedding gown. Now, you were clad in a basic black dress that felt completely wrong.

You felt like you were suffocating, your hands shaking as you stood there. This couldn’t be real. Tears started to streak your vision as you sat down against the wall, your knees pulling to your chest. You didn’t look lady-like, but you didn’t even care anymore. “(Y/N)...” You heard Rooster and Phoenix come walking up to you, but they sounded a million miles away as you recalled the last time you saw them.

You had been standing in your kitchen making dinner as the news played on the tv in the living room. Jake was currently gone on a mission at an undisclosed location and he had been for a couple of weeks now. It was hard to be without him, but you knew he would be home soon. That was what got you through every single day. You finished cooking and walked into the living room with your food just as a breaking news update popped up on the TV; showing a wrecked naval plane in the ocean.

“Reports are coming out of the pentagon tonight that an American Naval plane was shot out of the sky while on a mission two days ago. One pilot has been confirmed as deceased, but the Navy is withholding the name of the pilot until they have been able to inform the family.” The anchor spoke in a sympathetic voice, a frown on her lips before they transitioned onto the next segment. “That poor family…” You shook your head and sat down with your food, scrolling through your phone as it started to blow up.

You were in a group chat with all the wives of the dagger squad; especially since they had been called together again for this latest secret mission. Everyone was checking in, saying their husbands had all sent them emails saying they were okay. You pulled up your email, letting it reload. There was nothing from Jake. “Maybe he’s just been busy. I’m sure it’s nothing. Your daddy is okay. We don’t need to worry.” You murmured the words to yourself and to the barely showing bump that was forming where your and Jake’s first-born child was growing. “He’s okay.” You tried to reassure yourself, telling the girls that Jake hadn’t been in touch yet, but you were sure he would be soon.

You sat with bated breath as you kept refreshing your email; hoping and praying something would come through. “Come on, Jake. Come on..” The words died on your lips as there was a knock at the door that seemed to echo throughout the entire empty house. You stood up from the chair you were in, your legs shaky as you made your way over.

From the window you could see Rooster and Phoenix standing there; both of them clad in their dress whites. No, this couldn’t be happening. No, no. No! Maybe this was a joke; a really fucking cruel one, but maybe one, nonetheless. The anxiety started to rise in your chest as you numbly walked towards the door and opened it, solemn looks on their faces as they both started to give you the speech the navy had prepared them for. You couldn’t hear a single word of it, your heart beating in your ears as your blood rushed through your head. “And the navy is so sorry for your loss.” Bradley struggled to get that last line out, his poker face starting to crack as his voice wavered. There was no way this was happening. Jake was a damn good pilot. Hell, he was the best! He always made sure that you knew that every time he went up into the air. “I’ll always come home to you, baby. I’m the best damn pilot in the whole navy.”You believed him every single time. Him saying that was always a comfort to you.

Not this time. He wouldn’t be coming home now. You let out a strangled sob as your knees gave out, hitting the carpet under you. Bradley and Phoenix moved to make sure you were okay, both of them taking turns giving you hugs and support as you sobbed and screamed. You were angry. You were frustrated. You were now alone. Jake was gone and he wasn’t ever coming back. As you were crying, you felt a deep despair overcome you. “H-he didn’t know..” You couldn’t even finish the words as you put your hand over your bump; Phoenix having already known you were pregnant. She shook her head at you, putting her hand over yours. “You can kill me later, but before we all took off that day, I told him.” Her voice was soft as she locked eyes with you, your best friend knowing what you needed in that moment. “He knew, (Y/N) and he was ecstatic.” The words caused the tears to flow down your cheeks harder, the sobs raking your body.

It was Bradley’s turn to try and comfort you now, his big arms pulling you into his lap as he held you. “He sacrificed himself.” The words barely left the man’s mouth as his tears ran down his cheeks and onto your shoulder; streaking their way down. “I was caught in a dog-fight and I was about to go down. I had no flares left. He went up after me, disobeying direct orders. He saved me but an enemy plane came out of nowhere and got to him before he could dodge the hit.” Your stomach sank at the words as you laid your head against rooster’s shoulder, letting the sorrow overtake your body. “He also made us all promise to take care of you if anything happened. So, you better believe that baby is going to have so much support, and you as well.” He pulled something out of his coat pocket and handed it to you, your name scribbled down in your husband’s handwriting. “You have got to promise to wait and read this after the funeral. That’s how he wanted it.”

You felt so numb that entire day, barely moving from one spot on the floor as Natasha and Bradley both vowed to stay with you until the funeral, both of them crashing with you so they could keep an eye on you. The days ticked by slowly as you tried to do anything to feel closer to jake. You looked at all your old pictures and videos. You listened to some of the voicemails he left you. You even read his old letters that he wrote you when the two of you started dating. You were struggling with the grief; even with the support.

Sure, the resources the navy supplied you with were helpful, but they didn’t help the pain. They didn’t help the longing for Jake to hold you again. They didn’t help the longing to hear his awful singing come pouring out of the shower in the morning. They also sure as hell didn’t help the hole in your heart.

The days passed slowly, each one more excruciating then the next as the day of the funeral arrived. Luckily for you, Phoenix and Rooster and the rest of the team had taken to planning the funeral according to what Jake had wanted. The meticulous planner he was, he had the whole thing down to a T. The service was beautiful as it came and went, a flurry of tears and words of comfort exchanged as your husband’s life and sacrifice was honored. It was a beautiful military wedding and at the end of it you stayed sitting beside his casket, the folded-up flag sitting in your lap as you tried to will yourself out of your chair. It proved futile as you pulled your purse into your lap, the letter from him poking out. You took a shaky breath in and slowly opened the envelope, tears instantly pouring as you saw Jake’s handwriting.

Darling,

If you’re reading this, then it means you already know that I broke my promise to you. I am so sorry about that. I don’t know what the circumstances were, but I am so damn sorry I am not there with you. I want you to know some things, and some of them maybe I haven’t even told you. But, they told us this is our last chance to get our affairs in order, so here we go. The day I met you, I swear the world stopped spinning. You came into my life and completely shook up everything I thought I knew about myself. I fell in love with you at first sight. God, I’ve been spending too much time with Rooster, that sappy bastard. But, you are the most perfect girl I have ever met. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that more when I was around. I should have told you it every single second I saw you because I’m sitting here regretting it. I also should have told you how much I loved you every single second of every single day. You are the single most important thing to me and I am so lucky to call you my wife. Please, do not spend forever morning me if you have to read this. I need you to be happy for me, babe. I know it’s going to be hard, but you’re my strong girl and I know you can do it. I’ll be watching you and cheering you on every single day, baby girl. You’ll know I’m there, I’ll make sure of it.

Now, hopefully you never have to actually read this letter. I’m hoping that I come home and I can read you this as we burn it in the fireplace. I’m hoping that I manage to pull off this op because I cannot wait to see you when I get home. I love you so so so much.

Stay Beautiful, sweets.

Your Jake <3

You held the letter out as your tears started to pour down; trying not to ruin the pen Jake had written with. He was gone and it wasn’t a dream, this was your new unfortunate reality. Your husband was gone and you were going to be raising a baby that would never know his father outside of stories. This wasn’t how your forever was supposed to go.

[fyodior]

what kind of wedding dress for tsubaki?!

MIRAAA you're so so so sweet for always indulging me :(( ilysm :(

BUT there are a few different styles i think my wife would SLAY in. one of them would be like a deep V plunging neckline with a flowy skirt, i think it'd still be very flattering on her flat chest!! and then this gorgeous dress i think would be sooo flattering it would cinch her waist and has that gorgeous embellishment on the ass plus it's a corset which she'd love. and she's 1000% changing into a short sexy dress after the ceremony to show off her legs LMAO (pics under the cut)

[ssuminshan-official]

Yao: *all decked up for his wedding*

Mo xuanyu: you look very gorgeous, Yao gege.

Xue yang: Lan lips is going to faint when he sees you.

But if he does, can I tie him up?

Yao: *laughing* no muffin. Spare him.

Xue yang: fine. Just because it's your wedding day.

Su she: *blushing* you look stunning.

Yao: thank you Shanshan.

Mo xuanyu: reminds us of when he married us lol. Even though it was a short wedding.

Su she: yea.

*holds a-Yao's hand.* come my king.

Your wedding caravan is ready.

Yao: *blush* mn.

Mo xuanyu: I love you, Yao gege. And I'm ready to fight Xichen if he breaks your heart!

Xue yang: I don't think I can share you with him.

Su she: stay with team D.

Yao: of course I will, team dimple. I love you guys a lot.

Trio: awww.

Su she: Huangdi, your dimples become deeper when you're happy.

And I love that.

Mo xuanyu: you should always stay happy, Yao gege.

Yao: *blushing*

Su she: *caresses hand for a little bit* you're so delicate.

Xue yang: because he's lavish. He's a diva.

Mo xuanyu: how can he lift a finger when everyone obeys him.

Team dimple and his staff, that is. Heehee.

Su she: and lan Lips. He finally did something right.

Yao: oh guys. Lol.

Mo xuanyu: Yao gege, you're the most precious thing in the world ok.

~

A-Yao entered into his special peony shaped caravan, which is designed to bloom and reveal him sitting elegantly in its center.

The caravan was led by about 1000 fox spirits as well as team dimple.

Then, when A-Yao entered his court, everyone, especially Xichen dressed in red was astonished by his spellbinding beauty.

Xichen: *blushing*

Yao: *also blushing, while walking towards him*

The two became so lost on each other! Whereas team dimple was drooling over A-Yao in the corner.

Xichen: *clears throat* A-Yao....

Yao: *lowers gaze* Huan.

Xichen: *kisses his dimple*

Officiator: let's start the three bows!

Huaisang: *still dressed like a eunuch* STOP THE WEDDING!

Huaisang: You just can't marry Xichen!

Yao: *sarcasm* oh what a resourceful opinion. Rest assured, your comments will be respectfully discarded.

I thought you were under house arrest.

Huaisang: I was!

Yao: *sigh* anything else to add?

Huaisang: I had an affair with Xichen!

Team dimple: *gasps*

Xichen: ew no. That's not true.

Xue yang: Xichen is a playerrrrr.

Xichen: huaisang isn't my type.

Mo xuanyu: *crying dramatically* what if he WAS!!! WOULD YOU DO YAO GEGE LIKE THAT! And for that Nie disaster!

Su she: our hearts are broken. You have killed team dimple, Lan lips!

I'll destroy you for breaking A-Yao's heart.

Xue yang: are we really going to listen to Huaisang who's cosplaying an eunuch.

Yao: not impressed.

Huaisang: well I'm pregnant for Xichen.

Yao: Huaisang, you're a man.

Huaisang: *scoffs*

I'm tired of this! *exits*

Yao: the guy gave up so quickly.

Xichen: he has got nothing else to say.

Yao: he could have planned his script.

someone make sure that he's back in his room. And get someone to have him under surveillance.

Fuying: yes Huangdi.

Yao: how careless of me.

I'll deal with him afterwards.

Officiator: let's continue the ceremony, Huangdi.

Bow to your ancestors, the heavens and to each other.

Xiyao: *completes the ritual*

Everyone: Congratulations Huangdi and Lan gui fei!!! *cheering*

May you have a happy married life!

You're officially a member of Huangdi's harem!

Have fun in his harem!

Chuan: and we hope that you don't stress out team dimple!

Yao: *laughing slighly*

Xue yang: paid him to say that.

Su she: he's stating facts though.

Mo xuanyu: that must be said.

Trio: congratulations again, Jiggy and Lan Chicken.

Yao: heehee. Thanks team D!

Wait right here, I have to chat with some people, as they want to congratulate Huan and I.

Xue yang: yea Jiggy.

Mo xuanyu: I'm so happy for Yao gege.

Su she: yea. Even though I dislike Xichen. I just love to see my A-Yao happy.

Once he's happy, nothing else matters.

Xue yang: yea for real. And I hope Xiyao break the bed while doing papapa.

~~~

During the wedding banquet~

Team D: *judging people*

Su she: Huangdi is truly too hot for this world.

Mo xuanyu: I know right.

Xichen: *breathes*

Trio: how dare he.

Mo xuanyu: he's taking up our Yao gege's spotlight.

Xue yang: very selfish.

Xue yang: he should ask Jiggy for permission to breathe.

Su she: he doesn't have any respect for the emperor.

Mo xuanyu: poor Yao gege.

Yao: *exhales*

Trio: awww, his dimples.

Xue yang: work of art.

Mo xuanyu: baby is sleepy from all these ceremonies.

Su she: awww. He's truly majestic.

Lan zhan: team dimple.

Su she: Hanguang Jun. *death stare*

Mo xuanyu: little lips what are you doing here?

Lan zhan: it's Xiongzheng's wedding.

Xue yang: did you just say little lips? *laughing*

Mo xuanyu: yea. He's Lan lips' younger brother. So little lips.

Lan zhan: why did you bully my Xiongzheng?

Xue yang: we didn't bully him!

Lan lips can handle a test!

Lan zhan: what test?

Su she: he has to be perfect for Huangdi.

Mo xuanyu: so he must be drilled by us

Lan zhan: Xiongzheng is very ideal.

Mo xuanyu: is he ideal for Yao gege? Has he pass the dimple test!

Xue yang: it's our job to test him!

Lan zhan: dimple test?

Xue yang: that's where he has to squish Jiggy's dimple without touching his face.

Lan zhan: now how's that possible.

Su she: exactly.

Mo xuanyu: guys, stop scaring little lips.

We just gave him a shovel challenge as well as a shovel talk interview. No harm.

Xue yang: well the kitchen almost caught on fire, but.

No one got hurt!

Do you have anything to say Lan zhan?!

Su she: since that you had the audacity to question and blame team dimple.

Lan zhan: Su she, stop being a simp. Mo xuanyu, it's illegal to look like Wei ying and xue yang. You're annoying. *walks away*

Trio: *offended*

Mo xuanyu: how dare he.

Su she: he's not qualified to speak to lianfang zun.

Xue yang: mean! When have I annoyed the crusty Lan.

I just annoyed Lan Qiren.

Mo xuanyu: sometimes I don't know what's wrong with these Lans.

Su she: they're always cranky. Surprisingly Xichen isn't.

Xue yang: cuz he's Jiggy's choice.

Jiggy has an amazing taste.

Mo xuanyu: I know right. Like look at team D. We're hot as well.

Su she: but not as hot as our boss.

Zixuan: *hugs* congrats A-Yao*

Yao: thanks Zish.

Zixuan: and I hope that Xichen gives you gold things, and not twigs and well water tea.

Yao: Zish *laughing* how do you think Lans live.

Zixuan: I don't know, in a cave right?

Yao: you went to school there, lol.

Zixuan: that was their home?? Why did I think that it was a nature resort?

That clears everything up.

I was wondering why they were having classes in a nature resort.

Yao: *laughing* oh my goodness.

Zixuan: I remembered that you came in with Huaisang. You were so cute!!

I really wished that you were in class with me.

Yao: that would have been so fun.

Zixuan: sadly I was stuck with that annoying Wei wuxian and the rest of people I can't remember their name.

Oh! And A-li! Of course. She was the normal one in the class.

Yao: aww.

Zixuan: you were so cute and young! Well still are.

But you were such a young and humble hulijing emperor.

Yao: yea. I'm always humble. Also I was trying to climb the social ladder.

Zixuan: as you should. You deserve to be a Jin. And you were treated unfairly.

Xichen: wait...why did you think that my home was a nature resort.

Zixuan: because it was smaller than Jinlintai and was close to nature. Duhh.

By the way, your food was a bit plain. Can you tell your chefs to improve.

Xichen: b..but.....*sighs* yes Huangdi.

[bittertomato]

One of these days I will master the ability to find the right fandom friends and 1000% ignore the people who froth at the mouth about girls under the age of 18 wearing a wedding dress.

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Second in my series (a series is two, right???) of my fav gays - Known bisexuals Malcolm Bright and Dani Powell. God, they’re gorgeous.

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[moonlight-taylor]

Can you explain your character more? I love an OC! :3

ooc:// we gonna pretend this was answered in a speedy time. also we're gonna pretend you asked for trivia facts about Moon because i already had some done b4 i realized that wasn't really what you asked-

under the cut because it gets longgg (might update a couple times later idk)

Moonlight is a college dropout! his major was photography, but unfortunately college just didn't work out for him is all

he has a sister who's a four years older (she was at Corey and Moon's wedding too!) and they used to have an "us vs them" mentality but something something they matured and realized that not everything is out to get them (hooray for therapy!)

MOONLIGHT IS A CHRONIC DOODLER!! he's got a journal full of doodles and he always doodles on himself, he's not really interested in actually learning to draw though

he's otherhearted! he has a link to foxes, and crows, his brain is run by a corvid who loves shiny things

Moonlight learned morse code in high school because he was bored and now it comes in handy to communicate with Craig

he is a total fucking slut for blue raspberry flavored things and has (jokingly) said that he would suck dick for something blue raspberry flavored

Moonlight's favorite game is Silent Hill and made a plushie of a Larval Stalker that is currently misplaced (he is very upset about that)

his favorite movie franchise is Scream and his favorite character is Randy Meeks because he sees some of himself in him

Moonlight dressed as Ghostface one Halloween and still has the costume (he actively tries to scare Shawn with it)

LOVES HALLOWEEN! it's his favorite holiday ever and always gets so hype for it

Moonlight is riddled with self doubt but tries not to show it

he's got that audhd combo that fucks him over constantly (he's thankful for having a great support system with friends who actually understand what's going on with him)

Moonlight is actually polyamorous! while he's married to Corey, yes, he's also with Jim (both are fully aware and okay with it don't worry!)

it's been mentioned a few times before but he lost his virginity on a bigot's grave, and has also had sex in an abandoned warehouse. mans is a freak.

big on cryptids, Mothman is one of his favorites, he also wants to give off notdeer vibes

he's got a whole vulture culture collection! has a deer skull he made into a mask, has a few jars with various animal bones, made matching necklaces for himself and Corey that had small vials filled with mouse bones, had a crow skull at some point but gifted it to someone he's no longer friends with, has a baby shark corpse in a jar (its name is Jorj :3)

has a goat skull that he attached a candle to the top of as an omage to Baphomet, the deity he actually worships (kinda, he's not really big on religion but he still fucks with Baphomet)

it's a 50/50 chance that when he's sleep deprived he'll either be a feral little shit running purely on caffeine or act like a sickly Victorian child

he sleeps weird. one time he fell asleep on the couch and then woke up in the fucking basement. he was completely sober at the time.

sometimes goes grave robbing with Joey and the other Murderdolls guys, someone's gotta be the voice of reason

petrified of spiders, once had a stress dream about having a bunch of black widows crawling all over him and he couldn't move. -1000/10, would not recommend.

speaking of dreams, he gets sleep paralysis at least every other week! 1/10, would not recommend, only in the positive numbers because one of the sleep paralysis "demons" he sees is hot