#wedding dress wheelchair

[rosiereveries]

Regency!John Price who inherited his brothers duke title, because his brother died without an heir. John was the second oldest son, and he never thought about being the successor to the title, so he chose a military career.

He was a captain who fought wars and won them, not some lord who fancied balls and dressed in fancy clothing. But now he doesn’t have a choice. John comes back home after he has been badly injured in the battle, he was shot in his leg, and he had to use a wheelchair for quite some time.

When he comes home, to the new house and staff who pities him, he doesn’t feel like a man he once was. At the first ball he must attend he can see everyone eyes on him as he stumbles with his cane. He absolutely hates it. So, he makes a plane, he has to quickly marry some girl, make an heir and go live to the countryside where everyone will leave him alone.

You were on the other hand the youngest daughter of noble family. You weren’t rich, but your sisters and brothers married well, so you could keep good family reputation. Now it was your turn to marry, and as you were introduced to the society you quickly came to the realization, that you will probably end as a wife of some old man, who could be your grandfather.

So, when your cousin Johnny mentions, that his loyal friend and mentor John Price is looking for a wife you are interested. He tells you that John is a duke now and that he wants to get married as soon as possible. From Johnnys stories you know that John is a good man, who will hopefully respect you and treat you well.

You don’t get to meet your husband till the day of the wedding. The whole engagement is short and feels very official. He writes you a letter with things that you should know about your new home and your mother and sisters help you prepare for the married life.

When you finally see your future husband standing in the church, you’re quite surprised. He is very handsome, older than you, probably in his late 30s, but you’re sure that if he waited a little, he could find a better wife that you will be. John on the other hand is smitten by you, he also doesn’t understand why you would choose to marry him.

After the ceremony you immediately leave the town. He is very quiet the whole ride to his mansion and even thought you have many questions you stay quiet too. You arrive late in the night, exhausted from the long travel, but the only thing that concerns you is the wedding night. You heard a lot of horrible stories told by maids about their first nights with their husbands. The only thing that John does is that he shows you your room, tells you which butler to call if you have any troubles and he is gone. You’re left in the huge mansion alone and confused.

The breakfast takes place in the dining room. You sit at the table so far from John that you would have to shout to get his attention. He ignores you most of the time. At first you don’t mind it, you finally have some sort of freedom, you explore the land, the house and you find a huge library with many books you want to read.

But after some time, you start to crave his attention. The maids don’t want to be your friends, they think that it is highly inappropriate, you as a couple don’t attend any balls and there is no noble lady in the near distance you could visit and be friends with.

So, you start to write a diary, you write about how you feel and how would you like your husband to actually acknowledge you. Sometimes you also mention that you find him very attractive and the romance novels that you found in the library don’t help your imagination.

One time you forget your diary in the library and John accidentally picks it up. He thinks its some book that he hasn’t read yet. When he realizes that it is your handwriting, he knows that he should put it down, it is not right to invade your privacy. But then he sees his name there and he must know what you write about him.

He reads the whole paragraphs about how your meetings in the dinning room leaves you all flustered and how you crave his attention. He didn’t think that a young girl like you could find him attractive, and he wanted to be a good husband and leave you as much freedom as you could want. He didn’t want to pressure you into any kind of intimate relationship even though he was pressured by the rest of his family to have an heir. John leaves your diary where he found it, without any evidence that he read it.

The next morning, he invites you to eat breakfast with him in the garden. It is far more intimate, and you finally have a conversation with him. He asks you questions about your hobbies, your family and if you like it here.

It finally feels like he is courting you and you leave every encounter with him with rosy cheeks and butterflies in your stomach. He invites you on walks where he holds your hand as you tell him about your day or about the new book you just left. You spend the whole days together learning about each other.  

John tells you stories about the war, the battles he fought. His leg heals up perfectly and now, that he is healthy again, he takes you with him when he goes riding. When you ask him if he likes the hight society he tells you the truth. He tells you how much he despises the formal event and the balls and suddenly it all makes sense to you.

You finally understand why he wanted to marry so quickly and why you live alone in the middle of nowhere. You tell him that you loved the dancing and the beautiful gown you could wear at balls but now you don’t mind the quiet life. Now you have him and that is all that matters.  

One evening he makes a ball just for you. He invites a musician to play, he buys you an expensive gown and you pretend that you are at some formal event. It’s just the two of you dancing, laughing and drinking expensive champaign he bought for the ball. You dance the whole night and after he walks you to your bedroom he kisses you. It is a soft kiss, just your lips barely touching, but it starts a fire in you, and you want more.

When John realizes that you’re not pulling away he deepens the kiss. He knows that you have no experiences, and he wants to show you that he will treat you well. He spends the night with you, showing you in many ways how much he loves you.

And when you finally fall asleep, he thinks how lucky he is to find a wife like you. When you wake up and you see your husband sleeping in your bad you are very grateful that you accidentally left your diary in the library open on the page that mentioned how hot he was. Such a shame you didn’t come up with the plan a little earlier.

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[miyaz6ki]

❝ 𝐜𝐮𝐳 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 ❞ hsr x reader 𓆩 𓇼 𓆪

pairings. dan heng, caelus, sampo, welt yang, gepard, blade, jing yuan, luocha x gn!reader

a/n: i miss getting silly little reuqests like this . send me requests guys (if u snet a req b4 its not in the swag askbox anym sighhh), reupload from old blog!!

warnings:oh no SEX AND NSFW AAAHHH, breeding kink caelus, jing yuan, and blade, bc yes!!. kinda bdsm w blade, praise kink w jing yuan, degrading kink w blade, kinda sadist sampo, belly bulge 👍👍, fingering BUT NOT IMPLIED FEM READER 🤬🤬

dan heng is more than happy to be yours, legally, and to be the man to put a ring on your finger. has waited his whole life for this moment, to see you walk down the aisle and everything. and nothing more than finally carrying you in his arms to the bedroom of your newly built house. but having your hands pinned to the bedframe, as his cock is so brutally penetrating your hole, and he can't help but praise you for being such a good pet and taking all of him in you. the endless thrusts you felt that kept coming, and your hole so easy to work himself in and out from all the cum from the rounds that happened hours ago, it felt so endless in your mind, but dan heng couldn't help but indulge himself into you, because you're finally his, and he's finally yours. more under the cut.

caelus thought he was foreign to this kind of stuff, like no one would ever would love him like that back. but he's here now, and you are too. picks you up bridal style on the way up stairs, ripping your wedding dress off. (not rly, just takes it off you, but lets just say he did) all he wants is to literally fill your precious hole up with his seed :(( can't help but go another round, because his stamina was just too much for you to handle, but all it did was turn him on more! the way his cock made such a cute mark on your tummy.. he couldn't help but cum at the sight of how your poor hole will remember the shape of his cock, and his alone.

sampo..? i'm surprised someone actually married him, anyways! kind of rough with it honestly, still type of guy to just ravage himself in you. taking his sweet time, especially when you were so close.<3 your expression, and the way you were just whimpering, and begging for him to just harshly thrust into you to finish it up. all he could say was "i wanna make this night extra memorable for you, and me~!", wants to be begging for his cock to just shoot his warm seed into you already.

welt yang.. all i gotta say is that he's overjoyed, over the moon that he got married to someone as amazing, stunning, to be his world, his everything, the person he'd start a family with. but before all of that, ever since you both started your relationship, he promised himself, that on the night of your marriage, that's when he'd give you the time of your life. a time where you'll always remember. remember the way his huge cock would just be so rough with you aa, just wants you to get every drop of his cum till your belly bulge that he put inside you is so full of his seed, or that your hole will always remember the shape of his dick muahahahshhdkfjvi

gepard my man! already planned it out, knows exactly how the night will go, maybe.. but whatever happens tonight will be according to a plan. probably saved his virginity for this moment, he.. he's tried reading about it, just lets the night go as it is... i guess.. but dear god he really did not hold back, as soon as you gave the go sin that he could go as rough as he wanted, bro wouldn't hesitate AT ALL. just wants to see you so full of his cum it hurts mfmfjfjfjfn. he's jerked off to this moment before too, and the way you just take all of him in, he loves ot so muchh! will breed you like crazy, no joke, even if you're a guy, bro will say he's gonna get you pregnant. anyways, he'll be soft and gentle w u in bed if you want, but if u ever say to go faster, good luck in that wheelchair next day ‼️‼️

blade?!? getting married?!? damn!! very rough, lowkey forgets about you when he's at his climax. but he didn't really plan for it, just let the night play out. oh i have to say this but silver wolf is the flowergirl, kafka is maid of honor, and nanook walks him down the aile. anyways, bro doesn't hesitate to just absolutely breed you, be honest cause i know this man wants kids. and you will have them, don't give a fuck if you a man, he will breed yo ass. licks up the excess seed that didn't, or couldn't fit in your hole that was already so full of his seed. thank you 🗣️🗣️🔥🔥‼️

jing yuan!! oo he is probably the same as gepard, will plan it out, but probably won't go to plan at all. and probably has read smutty books too, just in case. and wow that really helped because just as long as you ask bro to go faster, he will non stop breed you 'till you have like 3 generations of heirs for him. jokes aside, but he would breed you so bad. just needs to see your hole so full of him that it's too much, and won't fit anymore! probably makes you sit on his face once or thrice after all those rounds of pounding you too ;3

luocha.. hmm, if you think about it really hard, lowkey dislikes the idea of sex at the wedding night, but we do not think about it really hard, he does it anyway!! he is the type to know all your spots, all the right places to make you cream on his cock over and over again, cuz bro is a doctor. and would finger you like crazy while making out before the actual intimacy. bro is so careful with you like you are as fragile as glass. his kink is just your whole body. everything about you, your curves, your thighs, your neck, he wants everything, and thats why he'd do it on the wedding night of his!!!

for america i say for AMERICA!!!! (i dont live in the us anym)

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[kingkonoha]

Love your writing you've inspired me to write my own levi fan fiction your regrets 3 parter WRECKED ME I would love if you could write post war levi on his wedding day ♥️

♡ — 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: fem reader, pure fluff, canonverse, mentions of going from “enemies” to lovers

♡ — 𝐚/𝐧: Hi bby, ty for reading Regrets! I’m glad it inspired you to write your own fic, that’s so sweet of you to say.

♡ — 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1K

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 // Levi A.

“Alright, let’s have a look,” Onyankopon grinned as he pushed Levi’s wheelchair toward the full-length mirror.

Levi’s uninjured eye scanned across the tuxedo decorating his body in a drastically unfamiliar way.

It took his breath away.

Not the tux specifically, but rather, what it symbolized; he was getting married.

Throughout his entire life, Levi truly only had one goal, which was to survive.

From when he was an orphan in the underground to a captain in the Survey Corps, making it to see the sunrise the next day was all he ever fought for.

Be it starvation, an expedition, or The Rumbling, death had always been around every corner, leaving no room in the former captain’s heart, mind, and soul for anything that wasn’t geared toward staying alive.

If someone had told his younger self that one day, he would get married — or, better yet, find love, to begin with — he would have kicked that person in the knee for telling him such a shitty joke. There was no way. Not him. Ackermans aren’t destined for that sort of happiness.

But here he was, defying all odds, staring at himself in the mirror as his best man and tea shop co-owner grinned at him.

“Not bad, huh?” Onyankopon patted his shoulder. “You look nice. Y/N’s a lucky woman.”

“I’m the one who’s lucky,” Levi said. “I’ll never understand why she’d pick someone like me.”

“You’re both lucky,” The other man rolled his eyes, and started to adjust his sharp outfit. “But I’m not surprised. I could see it when I first laid eyes on the two of you. You’d both stare at each other and look away once the other person notices. But fighting titans together and putting a stop to genocide tends to bring people closer, so I’ve heard, at least.”

Levi smiled softly as he stared at his lap.

“Well, we better head out there,” Onyankopon grabbed ahold of Levi’s wheelchair, but before he pushed him, he looked at him through the reflection of the mirror and said, “I’m happy for you, man.”

“Thank you,” Levi said. “Let’s go. I’m ready.”

The wedding location was a quaint and gorgeous place for an outdoor ceremony. Surrounded by lovely green trees, it looked like a fairytale.

Everyone was there, too. Seeing the familiar faces of his old comrades from Paradis, as well as newer faces from friends he made after The Rumbling, was quite comforting.

Levi waited patiently for you to come out, repeatedly wiping his sweaty hands off on his pants.

And, when you appeared, undoubtedly the most beautiful bride anyone had ever seen, a tear fell down his cheek.

There, walking toward him while wearing a beautiful white dress and the most wholehearted smile, was someone who loved him enough to marry him. Someone who was excited to be with him. Someone who loved him enough to want to spend the rest of their life with him.

Music played softly in the background as you made your way down the aisle. Jean, who had become quite the gifted artist as of late, sketched the unforgettable sight, but the tears he struggled to hold back, threatening to soak the front of his suit, made it rather difficult. But he created an outstanding piece of art.

When Levi looked at you, he was reminded of your years in the scout regiment together. How you became the person he was once annoyed about having to sit next to in the mess hall to the love of his life, he’d never know. But he was grateful.

When you arrived underneath the arch, your teary-eyed husband couldn’t help but speak.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, the words falling from his lips unintentionally, but truthfully.

“And you’re so handsome,” you smiled brightly.

At the sight of that smile, Levi thought to himself: “How did I get so lucky?”

When it was time to say your vows, Levi went first.

And when he spoke, he might not have followed the traditional wedding vow script, but he spoke with genuine, unquestionable love. And that was all that mattered.

“Y/N, I hope you know by now that I love you more than anything. You and I have been through everything together. We’ve saved each other's lives in more ways than one. I never thought that I was allowed to experience the kind of joy that you’ve brought into my life, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. We have been by each other’s side for years now as comrades, but now, we will be by each other’s side as husband and wife, and I promise I’ll stay by your side forever. I love you – I’m madly in love with you. And thank you for loving me too.”

“Levi,” you paused, looking at your soon-to-be husband with the softest, most loving eyes. “We’ve spent our lives saving humanity in one way or another, and we are known as heroes. That’s what they’ll call us in history books someday. And, before that, we were called the strongest soldiers. But, the title that matters the most to me, the only thing I truly want to be called, is Levi Ackerman’s wife. Being yours is the highest honor anyone could ever give me, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. We’re going to get old and gray together as husband and wife.”

You both exchanged rings, rings that symbolized that you were his, and he was yours. Then, the officiant officially announced you both as husband and wife. You leaned down, pressing your lips against your husband's as your friends and old comrades started cheering.

As Levi felt your lips against his, your thumb gracing his cheek, every bit of pain and suffering he had ever gone through was suddenly worth it — as it led him to you. To this.

On the night of your wedding, you and Levi were in bed together underneath the warm covers, simply staring at one another, the moonlight peeking through the window curtains illuminating your faces.

Suddenly, Levi reached out, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“What?” You questioned with a soft smile. “What are you thinking about?”

“Remember the first week you joined the scout regiment? When you stole my bread?”

“Yeah. You tossed me in a cell for the entire night. I hated you for that,” you said with a small laugh. “Why?”

“I was just wondering what I would have done if someone told me that the idiot who took the bread off of my tray and ran away like I wouldn’t notice would someday be my wife.”

Once again, you laughed. “I know what you mean. I would’ve never guessed that the grumpy man who tossed me in a cell would be my husband. Makes me wonder when we started loving each other.”

“I think I know,” Levi paused. “It was when I almost lost you. You were on my squad for a few months, and we were always bickering about something, but . . . when Annie killed everyone else, I remember thinking that you were dead too. It was the worst feeling in the entire world, especially because by then, I thought I had gotten used to losing people. But nothing hurt as badly as thinking I had lost you. That was when I knew.”

“Really? What took you so long to say anything?” Your smile brightened, and Levi’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of it.

He took a moment to think.

“I thought that it was stupid to love someone, knowing what our lives were like.”

“So, what changed during The Rumbling?”

“I don’t know,” Levi said. “I just knew I wanted to be with you.”

You and Levi both thought back to that moment; the moment The Battle of Heaven and Earth came to an end, and you were sitting right beside him, watching the ghosts of your deceased comrades fade away. Soon after, Levi’s hand graced your jaw, and he turned your head, pressing his lips against yours.

“I actually do remember when I realized I loved you,” you suddenly spoke up. “It was when you pulled me out of a titan’s mouth. You risked your life for me, even after I was getting in trouble every week for doing something wrong. I figured that it was just you being brave, but still.”

“Sounds like I fell in love first, huh?” Levi smiled softly.

“But we both fell just as hard,” you said.

Levi leaned over and kissed your lips.

When he pulled away, he said, “Let’s go to sleep, it’s getting late.”

“Okay.”

You blew out your bedside candle.

“Levi?” You called out, interrupting the silence.

“Hm?”

“Thank you for marrying me,” you mumbled.

“Thank you for loving me,” he replied.

Levi wrapped his arms around you, and together, you both drifted off to sleep.

[abiatackerman]

The days we've waited for

Event: @levievent "Levi Month 24"

🤍Day 19: Post-war: Marriage🤍

Canon universe! Postwar Levi Ackerman X Reader! Slight Angst! Fluff! Cozy wedding! Sweet Romance! 1K Words!

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People say "Good days always come after the bad ones" but Levi never believed it. From his birth until the "War of Heaven and Earth", his life was mostly bad.... No, "bad" is not the right word to express the days. He should use "traumatising, painful, terrifying" because they sound more appropriate. All he experienced was cruelty, all he saw was his comrades friends and family dying.....

But it seems like people were right after all....

He sighs looking at the mirror in front of him. He's wearing nothing but a casual black suit with a casual shirt. Casual shoes, pants and as usual his cravat. You insisted on it.... You didn't want Levi to wear anything which would make him feel uncomfortable.

Right.... It's you after all who's probably the only person in this world who cares about his "comforts".

And today is the day he's getting married to you....

To the woman he only loved, to the woman who supported him throughout his whole cruel life.

He sighs and rolls the wheel of his chair to move it where he kept "The" box. "The" box where he gathered all of his comrades (as much as he could) badges. He rumbles through the box trying to find out the badges written Erwin and Hange's names behind them.

He still remembers how annoyed he was with Erwin for putting you in his squad, how pissed he used to get whenever Hange would ship you two.

But now, he wishes he could thank them properly. He wishes he could see Erwin's gentle chuckle and hear Hange's loud yapping....

They would have felt so happy if they could have attended this marriage. Hange probably would have cheered so loudly that all the guests would have felt annoyed by her screaming.

He caresses the badges and puts them in his pocket. He smiles a little.

He will now feel that Hange and Erwin are just with him. Along with Furlan and Isabel. Also his mother since his cravat is made of her clothes.....

He moves his wheelchair towards the door and sees Armin opening it.

"Oh captain, you're ready? Everyone's waiting."

He says gently as he starts to guide Levi's wheelchair to the aisle. He's gonna be Levi's main man at this ceremony. You suggested it, knowing he sees Erwin in Armin, and he will never deny it.

Armin stops and places Levi's chair on the stage where the priest is waiting. He smiles gently at Levi and Levi nods. He looks around and his face softens noticing the whole arrangement. Everything is white, decorated with flowers only. Simple and gentle like it's nothing special but still there's a vibe which can calm everyone's nerves down.

The brats worked hard.

He was about to thank Armin but stops as one of your friends starts to play violin. Just like Levi you wanted this marriage to be cozy and simple. Not too many people, just you and him, and both of your loved ones. But that's not what Levi is thinking about.

His mind goes blank as he sees you in the white dress. In your wedding dress. Nothing too gorgeous but you're looking like an angel in it. The flower crown on your head just makes you look prettier. As soon as you see him you smile widely like a kid and Levi can't help but chuckles too.

He thought you would leave him. No, he wanted you to leave him. You are beautiful, physically capable and a woman who deserves someone better than him. He kinda feared you're gonna leave him but to his surprise you yourself proposed to him, saying you want to spend your whole life annoying him, spending time with him.

He takes a deep breath as you release your dad's hand and walk towards Levi. Gabi hands you Levi's ring and Falco hands Levi yours. As the priest asks if he's willing to take you as his wife he vulnerably answers yes but your response was so fast and immediate like you couldn't wait anymore. Everyone laughed.

As the priest addressed you both husband and wife and you two change your rings. You immediately sit on Levi's lap, cup his face and kiss him as gently as possible. Finally losing your emotions you start to cry like a baby and Levi's eyes start to tear up too.

"Shut up, doll. You're making it look like I've forced you to do this. You're making me look like a bad person."

He says in a soft voice and pats your back as you sob.

"I'm just so happy! Can you imagine? No more fighting, no more sacrifices, no more deaths, no more life risks. Everything from now on is me and you! Us! I can't believe it!!!!!"

You hug him still sitting on his lap and buries his face in your hair. Sighing contently he speaks softly.

"Shouldn't we cut the cake? Everyone's waiting. And it's already weird that the bridegroom is in a wheelchair, don't make it weirder by keep crying and sitting on this damn wheelchair during your whole marriage day."

Levi says teasingly and you smile slyly and lean towards him more to whisper in his ears.

"We will make love in this damn chair tonight! And no, I won't hear any excuses. I'm your wife form now on so you'll have to listen to me."

You say smugly and stand up as everyone starts to calp with soft smiles on their faces.

"Who's gonna clean up the messes?"

He asks, squeezing your hand and looking at the crowd.

"Me. Don't worry I'll treat you like a princess from now on just like you used to treat me. I'll make you happy just like you will make me happy too."

Seriously, life can't get any better.....

[olailamajnoon]

At Dick and Barbara's wedding:

Bruce: tears in his eyes but doesn't let it show (it's his son's WEDDING, when did Dick grow up? And how did it happen so fast?)

Damian: fidgety (he picks up on Bruce's mood real quick), starts analyzing who is carrying what weapon (he believes in being One Step Ahead)

Tim: stuffing himself with oysters ("man these things are good") and hacking into the wifi of three neighboring buildings (he needs something to do)

Cassandra and Stephanie: drinking too much champagne and dancing, possibly on the tables, wearing fancy matching tulle bridesmaid dresses

Clark: awkward but jolly, keeps adjusting his glasses, trying to figure out how to tell Lois without getting stabbed that the black lipstick is a bit Too Much, she looks like a mummy who is also a witch

Jason: anxiously prepping for best man speech, still can't believe he got picked, thought it would be Wally

Selina: smiling and milling around carelessly in a drop-dead gorgeous purple dress, she's already stolen Clark's pocket watch but intends to return it because he will probably just be nice about it which will make her feel bad

Dick and Barbara: completely engrossed in each other, holding hands and laughing

the Rains of Castamere starts playing...

Damian: takes out his katana, shouts "reveal yourselves!" and charges towards the couple to shield them with his body

Tim: pauses mid-oyster, sees Damian and raises him by taking out his grapple hook and swinging towards the shrimp instead

Bruce: *what is going on face* (he's never heard of Rains of Castamere), but gathers that Something is Going Down so signals Clark while preparing to remove his Batarangs

Clark: mildly confused, heading towards Bruce, already ready to unbutton his shirt

Dick: shouting "what the fuck who did this" while simultaneously trying to smile and play it off as some banter

Barbara: leaning over the wheelchair helpless and wheezing with laughter

Jason: edges closer to Dick to try to get between him and any threat, feeling guilty for hoping that things would escalate so he wouldn't have to do any public speaking

Steph and Cass: trying to look cool and also normal, debating to try and decide what level of astonishment is expected of them

Selina, humming and a coat of gold or a coat of red, a lion still has claws while she digs her claws into the two girls' shoulders as they try to flee the scene of the crime

[hungharrington]

Wedding planning!steve would be his sassiest form I fear </3

oh my god wedding planning!steve… he’s constantly standing with his hands on his hips, eyes narrowed, bitchily staring as he tries to figure out what’s wrong with the table set-up— he politely takes over half of the jobs because he knows how you’d both like things done even tho you guys literally hired a person for those things lol like he juggles the seating plan for a whole month, trying to get it perfect because dustin can’t sit too close to eddie or they’ll get into cahoots but they need to be at the same table and max needs to be close to the wheelchair entrance and he just wants it to be perfect! and you guys go to at least FIVE different cake tastings because “we wanna make sure we get the best one, babe!” but you can tell he’s just really enjoying doing all the fiancé activities over and over- and when you like, sorta nervously ask him to promise not to smash the cake in your face because you’ve seen it happen countless times he’s all doe-eyed like “honey i would never- i don’t even want to do that to you oh my god, of course i promise not to,” and he’s so attentive with helping pick out the bridesmaids dresses even though you guys just get a lil tipsy on the champagne at the shop and he gets a little misty-eyed and you’re like “steve? what’s wrong?” and he’s like hiding his face in his hands all blushy from the alcohol and smiles giddily, “i’m so just excited to marry you,” and you have to force yourself not to have a silly makeout right then and there. he makes a thousand “can you believe they said yes?” jokes but in an utterly adoring way to every different planner involved and he’s somehow so sassy and yet so unbelievably sincere about how much he cares about the whole thing :’)

[midnight-shadow-cafe]

You have been so amazing!! I love the little series we’ve got going on here!!!

Do we think that when Kyle finally proposes, that Johnny (and Simon) invites himself to readers dress fitting?

A Perfectly Imperfect Love Story

Pairing: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, emotional moments, found family vibes, Johnny being dramatic, Simon being emotionally repressed but loving, Reader dealing with estranged family feelings.

Author’s Note: I hope you are prepared for the feels and happiness I have provided for you :) THIS GOES OUT TO MY FAVE WHOS BEEN HELPING ME MAKE THE BIG DECISIONS. I hope you enjoy your request luvie

Summary: Kyle had the perfect proposal planned. Romantic, intimate, absolutely flawless—until Johnny and Simon decided to crash it. Then we get the opportunity to see the wedding dress (with the chaos that is Johnny)

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You sat at the table, staring at the objects in front of you. The tradition had been on your mind for days, and now, as you gathered each piece, it all felt real.

Something Old: A box of cigars from Price. You hadn’t expected him to gift you cigars, but it made sense—Price was always one for a good smoke, and you knew Kyle would absolutely be stealing them for himself. But the box itself? That was yours. It would be the perfect place to store little memories Pressed flowers from your wedding bouquet, Johnny’s jewelry he hand made, Simon’s photo, and later… Kyle’s dog tags.

Something New: Johnny had insisted on making you jewelry— "It has to be perfect!" —but he had also custom-made a new metal piece for your wheelchair. It was engraved with delicate patterns, swirling and elegant, with yours and Kyle’s initials subtly etched into the design.

Something Borrowed: Simon had been quiet when he handed you the small, worn photograph. "Kept it with me on missions," he muttered, looking anywhere but at you. It was a photo of a family —not his, but one he had seen often enough to pretend it was. A reminder of warmth, love, and something worth fighting for. "You can borrow it, just for the day," he had said. "But you got to give it back. You’ll get your own from me later."

Something Blue: Your shoes and bouquet. The soft blue of your heels stood out against the ivory of your dress, and your bouquet—white lilies and delicate blue baby’s breath—was exactly what you had pictured.

Johnny whistled, giving an exaggerated nod of approval. "Oh, look at this! White lilies and blue baby’s breath—proper classy! Absolutely stunning, just like our girl."

Simon grunted. "Hmph. At least it’s not roses. Too cliché."

Johnny scoffed. "Mate, you wouldn’t know romance if it smacked you in the face."

Simon deadpanned, "And yet, I’m the one in a committed relationship."

"Yeah, with me! That you refuse to admit is real."

Simon goes up to Johnny, gripping his chin to make him look up at the masked man as he says, “aye luv, you’ll live”

You could hear the smirk as Johnny stutters out a bickering reply.

Kyle, watching the whole exchange, just shook his head before turning to you with a soft smile. "Suits you perfectly," he murmured. "Graceful, strong, and just the right amount of unique."

Your heart swelled at his words, but later, when you looked closer at your bouquet, you noticed something extra—tied around the stems was a small blue ribbon.

Kyle’s ribbon.

You hadn’t seen him do it, but Johnny definitely had—catching him in the act and biting his tongue until later, when he could tease Kyle properly.

Kyle brushed it off at first, but when you asked him about it, he only shrugged, giving you a small, almost sheepish smile. “Figured it’d fit, yeah?" His voice was softer, affectionate, but there was meaning behind it.

A piece of him. With you. When you walked down the aisle.

You squeezed his hand. "It’s perfect."

---

You tried to focus on the wedding dresses. You really did.

But your mind was elsewhere.

Simon noticed before anyone else.

Johnny was busy fussing over lace details, debating with himself over whether you needed "a sparkle element" or "elegance and grace," completely ignoring that you were supposed to be making the final decision.

But Simon? He was watching you.

Your posture was different, your usual excitement dulled, your eyes unfocused.

So, when Johnny finally got distracted by the boutique staff, Simon grabbed the handles of your wheelchair and wordlessly pushed you toward the back of the store, away from prying eyes.

You didn’t fight it.

When you were alone, he crouched in front of you, resting his forearms on his knees, tilting his head slightly. "Talk to me."

You sighed, looking down at your hands. "It’s stupid."

"Not if it’s making you look like a ghost."

You let out a dry laugh but didn’t meet his gaze. "It’s just… my family." You swallowed hard, fingers tightening around the armrests. "I always thought they’d be here for something like this. Even though I know it’s impossible."

Simon didn’t say anything right away. Instead, he shifted slightly, his voice quieter. "Yeah."

That single word carried so much weight.

You finally looked at him, and he nodded once, his jaw tightening. "My family’s gone," he admitted, voice rough. "When I met Johnny… I wanted them to be there so bad. But they weren’t. So, the 141 became my family instead." He held your gaze. "And now? We’re your family."

Your chest tightened.

Simon hesitated, then— in the most uncharacteristic move of all time —he leaned forward and pulled you into a hug.

You froze.

Simon. Hugging you.

And then, as quickly as it started, he pulled back, clearing his throat, looking absolutely like he regretted his choices. "You tell Johnny about this, and I’ll deny it. He’d never believe you anyway."

You smirked. "You’re such a liar. We all know you love him."

Simon huffed. "He’s a pain in my ass."

You grinned. "And yet, you want to be with him till the end of time."

He shot you a deadpan look. "You’re insufferable."

"Love you too, Si."

For the first time in a while, your chest felt lighter.

——

"Alright, love, let’s see it!"

You took a deep breath before rolling out of the dressing room.

The moment Johnny saw you, he gasped so dramatically you thought he might faint. "OH. MY. GOD."

Simon, sitting stiffly in one of the fancy boutique chairs, barely glanced up from his phone. "She looks fine."

Johnny slapped his arm. "Fine? Simon, look at her. LOOK AT HER."

Simon sighed, glanced up—

And then promptly stared.

The modern style 60’s dress hugged your figure perfectly, stopping mid-thigh to show off your legs—the very part of you that Kyle always complimented. The blue heels tied everything together, the color soft but striking, standing out just enough to catch attention.

Simon swallowed, shifted in his seat, then muttered, "It’s nice."

Johnny shook him. "That’s it?! She looks STUNNING. BREATHTAKING. SHE COULD END LIVES IN THIS DRESS."

You fought back laughter. "Kyle wanted me to show off my legs."

Johnny gasped again. "That man has TASTE."

Simon huffed. "Well, at least you can move in it. Seems practical."

Johnny froze. Then, very slowly, he turned to stare at Simon. "Practical? PRACTICAL?! MATE, THIS ISN’T A MISSION, IT’S A WEDDING."

Simon shrugged. "Still think she should have a gun holster."

Johnny slapped his forehead. "Oh my God."

"Could be useful," Simon continued, nodding at the skirt. "Hidden compartment for a knife, maybe?"

Johnny looked genuinely offended. "SHE’S A BRIDE, SIMON, NOT A SECRET AGENT!"

Simon sipped his coffee. "Could be both."

You lost it, doubling over in laughter as Johnny and Simon bickered in the background.

Price—who had shown up strictly to make sure Johnny didn’t accidentally ruin everything—sighed, rubbing his temples.

"Can we just get through this without you two giving her a tactical loadout?"

Johnny flung an arm over his chest. "Not my fault Simon wants her wedding-ready and battle-ready."

Simon sipped his coffee again, completely unfazed. "Never know when you’ll need to throw hands."

Johnny threw up his hands. "I CAN’T WITH YOU."

You wiped tears of laughter from your eyes before looking at Price. "I think this is the one."

Price smiled, eyes crinkling at the corners. "Then that’s all that matters."

And as Johnny continued his dramatic meltdown and Simon sipped his coffee like an unbothered king, you knew—

This was going to be the best wedding ever.

---

"Johnny," you said as soon as you wheeled into the room.

He spun around dramatically. "YES, MY BEAUTIFUL BRIDE-TO-BE?"

You bit back a laugh. "Be my Man of Honor?"

Johnny screeched. "YOU MEAN IT?!"

"Obviously," you teased.

Johnny launched himself at you, hugging you so tightly you wheeled back several inches. "IT’S AN HONOR! I’M GONNA MAKE THIS THE BEST WEDDING EVER!"

You laughed, hugging him back. "I know you will."

Meanwhile, in a much less chaotic setting—

Kyle turned to Simon, casually holding out a beer. "Best Man?"

Simon took the beer. "Yeah."

"Cool."

"Cool."

And that was that.

---

You took a deep breath before dialing the number to your older brother, Elliot Sparks.

"Sis?"

"Hey, Elllie," you said softly. "I… I need to ask you something."

There was a pause. "You alright?"

"Yeah. Better than alright, actually. I’m getting married."

Silence. Then—

"You’re WHAT?!"

You laughed, warmth filling your chest. "I want you to be there. I want you to be the one to… well, give me away."

There was another pause, this time softer. "You serious?"

"Of course, I am."

You could hear the emotion in his voice when he finally answered. "Then I wouldn’t miss it for the world."

And just like that, the last missing piece clicked into place.

Your wedding wasn’t just about you and Kyle.

It was about family.

And yours was right here.

Hope you enjoyed! Please consider liking and reposting! -Midnight💜

[m-jelly]

Hello author. If you allow me, I have an idea for a fanfic. It will tell the story of the post-war wedding of Levi and the readers. You will do the details, descriptions of the beauty and colorfulness of the wedding perfectly. But the main feature of the wedding is that among the guests there will be ghosts of deceased scouts. They watch the wedding and rejoice for them.I've been dreaming about this kind of fanfiction or fanart for a long time, ever since the end of the manga. My English is bad

A magical day

Levi x fem!reader

Canon world, romance, marriage, wedding, mention of ghosts, fluff.

It's wedding day. You and Levi enjoy a blissful day as you finally marry each other. While you enjoy a sweet moment together after officially marrying, Levi sees all his friends and loved ones watching him.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a

@youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn

@bts-spnlvr12 @darkstarlight82 @emilyyyy-08 @levistealeaf @pelicanpizza

@notgoodforlife @searriously @demonic-bird

The wedding was a simple event with only a small number of guests. When it came to attention, you and Levi didn't like it. So, something small and simple was set up for the two of you. You both wanted something small and intimate with each other.

You'd chosen the perfect spot together, it was a large field with views of the lake and vast forests. White seats were lined up with a path made of flowers. At the end of the flowers was an archway made of wild and simple flowers.

Everything set up reflected the two of you so perfectly, the two of you were just simple people deeply in love. Not many people had been invited to the event, mainly because there weren't many people the two of you knew, but you preferred the small event.

Levi sat in his wheelchair as his heart throbbed in his chest. To say he was nervous was an understatement. Even though Levi knew you loved him with everything in you, he was still nervous that you wouldn't turn up.

As soon as the music played he gazed down the path to see you smiling in your gorgeous white dress moving closer. He was so excited when you walked closer to him with a bright smile. Desire filled him causing him to rise to his feet. He stumbled up and then limped towards you.

You hurried closer to Levi. "Levi."

He wrapped his arms around you and held you close. "Mine."

You giggled and hugged Levi tightly. "Mine." You pulled back and cupped his face. "Are you okay? Is your leg hurting?"

"I'm okay. I just had to meet you."

You carefully walked him back to his chair. "Sit, my love."

He sat down and huffed. "You worry too much about me."

You took a seat next to him and hugged his arm. "Always. It's because I love you."

He hummed a light laugh and enjoyed how relaxed the wedding was. He leaned over a moment and kissed your cheek. "I love you so much. You showed me how beautiful life can be. I had little regard for my own worth, but you made me feel like I'm worth a fortune."

"Levi, you're worth more than anything in this world."

He tapped his forehead against yours. "You are the most precious thing in this entire world."

The two of you cuddled up as the ceremony continued. As soon as Levi was given permission to kiss you, his lips were on yours. He wanted to marry you the moment he knew he was in love with you. He rose to his feet and stood before you and kissed you once more.

He held you against him and looked at the crowd. It warmed his heart to see people still cared about the two of you, but then something changed. At first, he thought there was something in his eyes, but then the vision became much clearer and standing among your guests were people he never thought he would see again.

It started with a few of the cadets he'd lost and a few people he had worked with in the past. Next to appear were the vets he was close to, the last of those vets was Erwin. Furlan and Isabel had the biggest grins on their faces as they seemed much closer to you and Levi. Finally, Kuchel stood there with tears in her eyes looking so proud of her son.

"Levi?"

He gulped hard as you called for him. "Yes?"

You rubbed his chest. "Are you okay?"

He pulled his gaze away from his old friends and family to look at you, his new family. "I'm perfect because I have you." He looked back to see they were all there still. "I see them, all of them."

You kissed Levi's cheek. "I know they're proud of you."

He leaned and kissed you. "And they think you're incredibly beautiful."

You giggled. "And they think you look handsome."

He tapped his forehead against yours. "It makes me happy to see my old family, but I have my new family right in front of me."

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

i’ve never requested anything from anyone so i’m a lil nervy butttt…

i’d love a relationship arc with the one and only soap! i love him and his lil mohawk! like he’s stationed wherever and he meets then falls in love with a native citizen who works closely with the military and their relationship from when they first meet to first date to first kid to marriage (100% doesn’t need to be in that order btw)

everything you come up with is 🤌 so i know it’ll be good!🤍🤍

—Life Snaps By In Flashes

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 5k Drabble Masterlist ࿐ྂ

╰┈➤ ❝ [A collection of memories from the second he laid eyes on you. All flashing past in the soft buzzing of the overhead lights.] ❞

It was by some dumb luck that he’d locked eyes with you that day, decades ago now, but he carries that memory with him like a dog with a bone. Stuck under the glow of the overhead lights, Soap calls them all forward—the good, the bad, the moments of peaceful nothing. 

It had been on an OP, out in the field on surveillance for another threat. You had served him a coffee at a cafe, given that kind smile, and he had been gone far before he had been called to move in. Johnny was surprised at how fast it had happened, but he had always been easy to gather affection from, truthfully. 

And when he had found out that you were an informant? Beautiful, smart, and reliable? He had half stuttered his way through a fake confident question for your number, and you had happily agreed with a smirk. You told him it was because of his honesty—the intentions clear on his face from the moment you’d walked through the door of the military base, written intel under your left arm and a recorder in your right palm. 

He thought you were perfect from only one glance, and he had never thought otherwise. 

Of course, there were fights, and disagreements about the job and the safety of each other. That was fair—it was natural. That was life, and what would the purpose be unless to prove that the two of you loved with all of your souls? 

The first date was common, nothing fancy—a nice, casual supper at a restaurant that would be frequented far into your older years. Everyone there would end up knowing your names, the owner himself being invited to your wedding. 

Oh, the wedding. Johnny can call that forward as easily as air. Or, at least, as easily as air used to come to him.

You, in that dress, staring at him and walking down that aisle. Everything else had blurred that day, and all he could care about was how you looked at him—standing just ahead with your hands in his shaky ones; his lips quivering as he pushed out a shocked laugh.

“You look…amazing, Bonnie. Lord, you’re just perfect.” You had laughed at his hushed whisper above the muttering of the officiant, eyes glassy. Johnny had tried to stifle his hoarse inhales as you called him handsome right back. 

From then came the next journey—kids. Many of them. Johnny had as big of a family as he and you had always wanted; adventures and hardships. Football games and music shows, painting exhibits, and movie nights where everyone was snuggled together. His blue eyes staring at you over the heads of your brood. 

Every night he would thank you for it. Every night.

The years drew and drew, retirement and the kids going off to Uni—leaving and getting married themselves. Wrinkles. Graying hair.

Until here. 

Until muscles broke down and you needed a wheelchair, Johnny a cane. Until the kids had thought it better to make his office into an at-home care room for the two of you—a live-in nurse down the hall.

The kids had visited yesterday with their own little ones. The older ones had known, of course, just by looking. Smart devils, Johnny had called them when they were just tiny things. And they were. 

You and him had raised some damn smart little devils.  

Johnny had snuck into your room tonight, his heart hurting him and his mind understanding. He slipped into your bed and you both shared it one last time as you weakly kissed his pale cheek, him nuzzling his head into yours and muttering a low ‘I love you’.

You had passed not three minutes ago.

As he always had been, Johnny was loathed to leave you waiting for him. So here, with those overhead lights, he lets his eyes dip closed, and he swears that a soft hand brushes his cheek, calling him home. 

Outside, the crickets creek, and the stars blink. The wind slips through the curtains of the open window, swaying them in a dance only they know.

Johnny does as he always did before he fell asleep, and it came as easy as letting that final breath go.

“...Thank you.”

[nejihyugamyreligion]

ִֶָ𓏲࣪𖹭 “Don't Think Twice” ִֶָ𓏲࣪𖹭

(Love Confession Pt.1)

This fic is set in the Blank Period, and there are no major changes to the original story except that Neji is still alive. The action takes place at Hinata and Naruto's wedding.

𖹭𖹭𖹭

Neji arrived early at the wedding venue, as was his custom. Looking for a familiar face, he headed to the main area when he suddenly saw his team show up: Lee and Gai both wearing a variation of their typical green jumpsuits, entered standing on their hands, exercising as always. Tenten was wearing a long, yellow dress with two slits on each side up to her thighs, revealing her long and shapely legs. She was pushing Gai's wheelchair with an embarrassed expression. It was the first time Neji had seen her wearing something like that and he would have lied if he had said that he didn't glance at her beautiful figure before she turned to look at him.

Lee and Gai stepped forward to greet him and then they went over to greet Kakashi and Iruka, who had just arrived, leaving him alone with Tenten, who got nearer with a smile and gave him a friendly nudge with her elbow. “Oh Neji, you're such an early bird" she said, teasing him as she always did.

Usually he would have rolled his eyes and replied something like "and you're running late as always" in his regular grumpy tone. But he just smiled and say “Hi” followed by "you look beautiful" that escaped from his lips almost instinctively.

Tenten was quite surprised to hear him say… a compliment? And what's more, he said it while he was “smiling” something that was even rarer. She got speechless for a few moments, until she managed to blurt out a bashful "Thanks..." as she blushed a bit. "You don't look too bad yourself, Hyuga” she added in a playful tone.

He smirked. He actually felt a little ridiculous wearing that formal black suit but he nodded in appreciation and before they could say anything else, Gai sensei and Lee called them since the rest of the guests had already arrived. Tenten turned around to head over to them but was stopped by Neji's hand holding her wrist. She turned to him with her eyes wide opened and then she heard him say "Tenten... could we meet up after the wedding? There's... something I'd like to tell you.”

She was stunned. Neji was asking her to meet up, after the wedding, because he wanted to tell her something... The gears began to whirl in her head at warp speed, trying to figure out what he might want to tell her. Her heart was racing but she tried to cover it up by teasing him a bit as she added, "That sounds serious…Should I be worried?”

Neji quickly raised both palms to her in a gesture of reassurance. “No, of course not,” he hurried to answer, slightly cursing himself inside for not being more specific. She was intrigued, but she just decided to smile sweetly at him and nod and they both walked towards the main garden to witness the ceremony.

The guests were arranged in neat rows. Tenten was sitting next to Sakura, Ino and Sai. Neji and Lee were seated a little further back, and in the next two seats there was Kakashi and Gai sensei. All of the guests sat quietly as the priest continued the rite in an almost monotonic voice.

It was a beautiful wedding. Ino and Sakura cried the whole time, Tenten fell asleep a couple of times just interrupted by Ino pinching her arm. Sai remained calm and composed during the whole thing, but he could see the tears in the other girls' faces and the amount of times Tenten almost fell into a deep coma on her seat.

Neji couldn't help but notice Tenten snoozing through parts of the wedding and chuckling to himself at how used he was to it. He could remember all the times she had fallen asleep on his shoulder after training. It was so proper of her and he found it adorable.

Once the ceremony was over, everyone got to greet and congratulate the couple. Sakura, Ino, Sai, and Tenten approached, and while the girls gave each of them a hug, Sai only bowed slightly. While the others chatted, Tenten surreptitiously glanced around the place for Neji, but she couldn't see him. Had he left without her? Maybe what he'd said really meant nothing?

Ino noticed she was lost in thoughts. "Uh, what's going on Tenten? You look pretty out of it. Is everything all right?" She asked with a quizzical look on her face.

"Eh?... Oh! Yeah, no, everything's fine... don't worry" she replied, trying to act nonchalant.

Ino raised an eyebrow at her, it being very clear that something was bothering her. "Oh please, I know that look. Spill it out girl”

She was very embarrassed to tell Ino because she knew she would probably turn red and start babbling. But a glance she directed towards the place where Neji was seated before made Ino know that he had something to do with the state Tenten was in.

"Oh my god... Did the stick in the mud actually say something to you?!”

Tenten couldn't help but chuckle at Ino's question. "Stop using your mind reading Jutsu on me, girl!" She finally replied what made Ino laugh as well.

Ino smirked at her and wrapped her arm around her shoulder. "Oh come on, you know I can read you like an open book. You wear your heart on your sleeve. So, spill it, what did he say?”

Tenten blushed. “He said he wants to meet me once the wedding is over. I'm still shocked to be honest, he looked so... determined”

Ino's jaw dropped a bit as she heard what Tenten just said. Her smirk grew bigger as a mischievous smile appeared on her face. "No freaking way... Neji is actually making a move, huh? And so bold too. How are you feeling?”

"Not lying, I'm still shaking!" Tenten finally admitted "I mean, I've waited so long for him to say something... and now that he finally said I'm so... nervous!”

Ino chuckled. "Calm down, you'll mess up your makeup. Listen, I don't need to tell you that this is finally your chance with him. Just go there and see what it's all about. There aren't any better chances than this, alright?”

"I... guess so. But what should I say? How should I act? You know I'm not good at these things. Any advice?”

Ino smiled kindly at her. "Trust me, if he called you all by himself he has something to say, and he seems very determined. Just listen to what he has to say and let him finish. And don't worry, you're the only girl he eyes the way he does. You've got him wrapped around your beautiful finger.”

Tenten's eyes widened and lit and she couldn't help but smile "Do you... really think that? Do you think he really likes... me?”

Ino rolled her eyes with a smirk. "Girl, anyone with eyes can see that that jerk is head over heels for you. He doesn't look that intensely at anyone, let alone the opposite sex. The amount of times I saw his gaze linger at you during missions and trainings is baffling.”

Tenten blushed intensely. Her heart was racing. She smiled widely and give Ino a big hug "Thank you Ino, I really needed to hear it.”

Ino hugged her back, patting her back gently. "Yeah, I figured you might be kind of blind to his signals. But I got your back girl, so don't worry. You're about to enter a whole new world of romance!”

"But…I'm a total mess and a complete moron about dating or anything related… I don't want to embarrass myself… Damn! I'm sweating!”

Ino pulled back from the hug and made sure Tenten looked at her. "Calm down, you're starting to shake like a leaf. You're going to mess up that makeup I helped you with. I know you're nervous, but you need to calm down, everything is going to be fine, alright?”

Tenten took a deep, exaggerated, breath and she looked like a giant toad that was about to explode. Ino couldn't hold a big laugh. Tenten laughed too and that made her relax a bit

Ino took Tenten's hands into hers and held them tightly while looking her directly in her big, wide amber eyes. She made sure Tenten was fully listening to her words. "You're gonna be fine. Just try to remain as calm as you can, and most importantly listen to what he has to say. Don't jump to conclusions before you listen to him. Think you can do this?”

Tenten nodded with a derpy expression in his face, her eyes wide opened "Yeah, yeah, I think I can handle it" she tried to sound confident but she was completely terrified

Ino looked at her and could detect the absolute terror in Tenten's face. She laughed a bit and shook her head. "You're a terrible liar, you know that? You look more afraid now than when you're taking on 50 goons by yourself.”

Tenten laughed loudly and punched Ino in the arm so hard it made the blonde kunoichi stumble. "Oh, that was so epic. Too bad Neji wasn't there that day..." She blushed, realizing she'd only mentioned the longhaired shinobi "I mean, the boys weren't there, you know? Gai sensei, Lee, Neji…”

Ino smirked a bit as Tenten struggled to keep herself from blushing at the thought of Neji. "Yeah, yeah I know what you really mean” she said rolling her eyes and rubbing her arm. “I'll let you in on a secret, I've seen Neji watching you during training and missions. The guy was totally eating you up with his eyes. He couldn't look away from you”

"Do you... really think he's so into me?" asked Tenten in a soft, shy voice that it wasn't proper of her.

Ino chuckled at this new side of Tenten she had never seen before. It was actually pretty cute to see such a strong, bold and independent girl turn into a shy and flustered mess as she was now. "You have no idea how deep he is into you Tenten. I can't count the amount of times I've literally caught him staring at you when you weren't aware. The guy clearly loves you.”

"Looking for someone, Tenten?" the voice, which was obviously Neji's, echoed from a couple of feet behind her. Tenten's heart almost exploded as she heard him. She quickly turned around and came face to face with the Hyuga prodigy himself.

જ⁀➴To be continued...

I hope you guys are already enjoying it and you can stay for the second part. Will Neji manage to confess? How will Tenten respond? Will we get a kiss? Who knows? 𖹭

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

DESIGN

{When a traveler from another world becomes entangled with the world puppetry and lies..}

[1.] [2.] [3.] [4.]

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Wandering about in the classier parts of the city, you eye the shops and decaying buildings around you. Jewels glimmer from shop windows, the occasional mannequin here and there, not many puppets or undead rummaging about. So, you take the small bits of peace and stare at a few of the shop windows.

Trying to imagine what this area of Krat would have looked like in its fading past. Merely seeing remnants like fossils hidden under the earth, or tales from Antonia when she spoke of Hotel Krat in its glory days.

P is a few steps ahead as he listens to Gemini talk of being stealthy, but not single thing was around...

You pause at a store window, reaching toward it your hand rests on the cold intact glass. Not a single crack or shatter, even after all the brawls or decay of the area surrounding it.

Two simple mannequins stood side by side, one wore a were a lacey white veil the tiny tiara on the crown of it's forehead. Resting on it's bodice was pure white detailed dress, lace and bits of jewels intertwined in the threads fabric.

You glance at the other mannequin, dressed in black but instead of a bowtie it was a rather simple black necktie that contrasted on the cream-colored ruffle that puffed along the neck.

You were in quiet awe at the clothing, it must've taken hours for such garments crafted, maybe even days.

Unaware of the presence turning back to you, P walks over to stands beside you. Glancing to what grabbed your focus. "Hey, bud! You okay? We gotta' keep moving if we wanna get back to the Stargazer." 

"Uh- yeah. Just thinking." You turn to P and Gemini apologetically. 

You turn away, halting when you felt a tug on your wrist. You pause, tilting your head at P as he walks closer, pointing to the window display with curiosity. "Oh... That's...Uhm..." You don't know how to explain weddings, for P to understand. I mean, the two of you did help that one guy and his puppet wife... 

"It's.. Two people, who love each other, and... They wear clothes like this to signify their union together?" That seemed like the best answer to give him. "Then... All their friends, family watch them say vows, eat cake and dance?"

You finish, hoping the answer would appease him enough.

P doesn't let down his stare, rather his eyes reminded you of Spring, curiosity and the cat...

-

"It's been a while since I've looked through these albums." Antonia muses, tracing over the dusty books as P stands beside her, scanning the pages thoughtfully before his eyes land to a specific photo. His azure eyes gleaming at the sight, the owner of the Krat Hotel grins softly.

"Oh, recall this day... The couple had rented the entire venue for the day for their wedding, even having their honeymoon here. What a joyous occasion it was."

Antiona traces a few photos of the two humans, their smiles bright and happy. 

Seeing the puppets understanding expression, she closes the book. "You seem quite taken by those photo, did something catch your eye, young man?" 

Gemini chirps up as P springs react at his companion's words: "Pal here wanted to know more about we-" P quickly tussles with his belt as he turns off Gemini before he could spout out the truth.

 

The older human hums mirthfully at the sight of the fumbling boy. "I am sure there are books you can fetch from the library for a more through explanation." She chides as Polendina walks towards his mistress side, pushing her wheelchair away from the fire as she could head to bed.

P was remined of the butler confiding to him privately about his love for Lady Antonia, showing him the wedding ring he had gotten from the survivor who had indeed, loved a puppet.

P watches the two leave until there out of sight, he lowers his head to his belt. Turning on the lantern as Gemini scolds P without much malice, more so teasing him.

P recalls the journey he has been on, a linger question he could not share. Even a sweet lie or a hopeful truth couldn't ease him.

Can a puppet and a human fall in love.

P would like to believe it is possible.

-

(I am waiting for LOP of DLC, and I've been seeing a few screenshots of the art book it so gorgeous! Thanks for reading! Comments, art, reblogs or hearts are super appreciated!)

[cosmogyros]

Ummmmm I couldn't restrain myself, I spent all of yesterday afternoon spontaneously writing a thing (a continuation of "Some Like It Hot", immediately subsequent to the famous last scene of that movie)

(if you haven't seen it, you really should)

(this is not edited or researched or anything, it's just impulsive, I can't even believe I'm posting it omg)

(the prologue is the verbatim ending of the actual film script; everything after that is mine)

(spoilers for the ending of Some Like It Hot, obviously)

The Woman in My Life

PROLOGUE

Swooping down from the beach on a bicycle comes Sugar, pumping like mad. The bicycle bounces down the steps, and Sugar pedals across the planking, sounding her HORN.

Osgood and Jerry have settled themselves in the front seat of the motorboat, and Joe is getting into the rear seat when he hears the SOUND of the bicycle HORN. He looks back.

Osgood starts the motor. Sugar comes racing up the stairs to the pier, leans over the railing.

SUGAR (calling down)

Wait for Sugar!

She hurries toward the other staircase.

In the motorboat, Osgood turns to Jerry.

OSGOOD

Another bridesmaid?

JERRY

Flower girl.

Sugar comes charging down the stairs, starts to get into the rear seat beside Joe.

JOE

Sugar! What do you think you're doing?

SUGAR

I told you, I’m not very bright.

JERRY (clapping Osgood on the back)

Let's go!

The motorboat takes off with a ROAR.

EXT. MOTORBOAT - NIGHT

In the back seat, Joe is removing his wig and coat.

JOE

You don't want me, Sugar. I’m a liar and a phony—a saxophone player— one of those no-goodniks you've been running away from…

SUGAR

I know. (hitting her head) Every time!

JOE

Do yourself a favor. Go back where the millionaires are. The sweet end of the lollipop—not the coleslaw in the face and the old socks and the squeezed-out tube of toothpaste—

SUGAR

That's right, pour it on. (twines her arms around his neck) Talk me out of it.

She kisses him resoundingly, bending him over backwards till they are both practically out of sight.

Up front, Osgood is blithely steering the boat, keeping his eyes straight ahead. Jerry is looking over his shoulder at the activities in the back seat.

OSGOOD

I called Mama—she was so happy she cried! She wants you to have her wedding gown. It’s white lace.

JERRY (steeling himself)

Osgood, I can't get married in your mother's dress. She and I— we’re not built the same way.

OSGOOD

We can have it altered.

JERRY (firmly)

Oh, no you don't! Look, Osgood— I'm going to level with you. We can't get married at all.

OSGOOD

Why not?

JERRY

Well, to begin with, I'm not a natural blonde.

OSGOOD (tolerantly)

It doesn't matter.

JERRY

And I smoke. I smoke all the time.

OSGOOD

I don't care.

JERRY

And I have a terrible past. For three years now, I've been living with a saxophone player.

OSGOOD

I forgive you.

JERRY (with growing desperation)

And I can never have children.

OSGOOD

We'll adopt some.

JERRY

But you don't understand!

(he rips off his wig; in a male voice)

I'm a MAN!

OSGOOD (oblivious)

Well, nobody's perfect.

Jerry looks at Osgood, who is grinning from ear to ear, claps his hand to his forehead. How is he going to get himself out of this?

But that's another story—and we're not quite sure the public is ready for it.

~~~

ANOTHER STORY

When they reached the yacht, the crew were all present at their stations, of course—it wasn’t Thursday night any more, and their shore leave was over. But none of them blinked an eye when their employer arrived with his unexpected retinue. Money can buy a lot of good manners. Osgood had commanded them to be ready to weigh anchor at a moment’s notice, because he intended to elope with his beautiful bride that very night. And indeed there was a very attractive woman with him… but there were also two other people. Apparently men. Although it wasn’t quite clear.

Joe had roughly wiped off his makeup and was still in the suit he’d swiped from the old man in the wheelchair, covered up by Josephine’s coat (he’d tossed his wig from the motorboat in a moment of being otherwise occupied with Sugar). Jerry, meanwhile, was wearing the bell boy’s too-small uniform with Daphne’s coat over it, and seemed too dazed to be aware of the fact that he was holding his wig in his hand. Both of them were in high heels. Earlier, in the hotel elevator, they’d had to hurriedly remove their trousers, which would have looked suspiciously incongruous under their feminine overcoats.

As if this wasn’t odd enough, the first officer of the New Caledonia thought, while dashing around giving orders and preparing their immediate departure, it wasn’t actually the beautiful woman who was on Osgood’s arm, but one of the men. But he was paid far too well to express any concerns about this state of affairs, and he turned his mind decorously to his duties.

As Osgood, not quite preening like a peacock anymore but still determinedly upbeat, led his three guests to the salon, Joe was blissfully unaware that Jerry was trying very hard to get his attention. Sugar was Joe’s whole world at that moment. She wanted him? Despite his lies and tricks, despite him being poor as a church mouse, despite him being… just another saxophone player? She still wanted him? He was walking on clouds. She stayed cuddled up to him, gazing at him worshipfully as if she couldn’t believe he was real.

“Do put that wig back on,” Osgood suggested to Jerry, holding the door for him like a gentleman. “It suits you.”

Jerry was too stunned to do anything but obey as he stepped into the interior of the boat. He automatically fixed his curls around his ears. He had not expected this turn of events. From the very start, he’d believed he held a trump card. He’d been certain that he could simply reveal his true gender whenever he wanted, and instantly be freed from this farce. Sure, Osgood treated him well (even if the old man was a bit saucy at times), and could dance divinely, and the prospect of marrying into wealth was a very tempting one to a chronically broke musician. But… but it had never been REAL, of course. At some point, he’d been telling himself all along, he was going to play that trump card, and then, poof! The castles built on clouds would come tumbling down, he and Joe would catch the next train back to Chicago, and they’d simply go on with their lives.

But the card had turned out to be a dud. Like a firecracker that didn’t go off when you were counting on a big explosion.

“Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy,” Jerry chanted under his breath, through gritted teeth, as he chose a luxurious armchair and settled himself in it, knees together like a proper lady (because he had nothing but underwear on his lower half, beneath the overcoat.)

As Osgood busied himself getting drinks for everyone—he did indeed have multiple stewards, but he had also been raised right, and it was a matter of course for him to prepare drinks for his guests personally—Joe and Sugar took seats very close together on the same sofa where they’d had such a diverting time last night.

“Sugar, listen,” Joe started in a low tone, still ignorant of Jerry’s subtle attempts to catch his eye. “You know I’ve got nothing, right?”

“I know. You’re a saxophone player,” she breathed, as if teasingly reprimanding herself.

“Not just a saxophone player.” Joe steeled himself. “A broke saxophone player. I haven’t got a penny to my name. I—” He bit his tongue, but then plunged onward. Might as well lay it all out there. “I gambled away my last paycheck. Betting on dog races.”

“No!” she gasped.

“Afraid so.”

“Well, but that doesn’t matter,” she insisted. “Daphne’s going to marry Osgood, and he’s rich. That means she’ll be rich soon, too. She can help us out.”

“She’s a he!” Joe reminded her, irritated. “They can’t get married.”

“Oh, right.” She was dismayed, but put on a charming smile as Osgood brought her a glass, having naturally served his fiancée first.

~~~

Joe and Jerry didn’t get a chance to speak in private until a few hours later. Despite having suffered rather a shock in the motorboat, Osgood seemed to be handling it with remarkable aplomb. He was an exquisite host and insisted on providing his guests with every comfort they could desire, despite the fact that he barely knew most of their names and genders. As the yacht headed away from the hotel and down the coast at high speed, the four of them sat down to an elegant dinner, and the delectable food went a long way towards settling various tumultuous emotions.

Each individual received their own private bedroom suite—after all, the yacht could sleep twelve, and an unmarried couple sharing a bedroom was not the done thing. After everyone had bid everyone else good night, Jerry waited long enough for the boat to grow quiet around him, and then dashed down the passageway to Joe’s room and hammered on the door until his friend opened up.

“Will you cut it out?” Joe hissed. “You’re gonna wake up the whole place.”

“Listen, Joe, we gotta talk!”

“Fine. Get in here.”

Inside the suite, Jerry—who hadn’t even thought to de-Daphne himself yet—turned pleading eyes on his buddy. “What am I gonna do? I’m doomed! I told him I’m a man and he didn’t even blink.”

“Calm down, will you?” Joe sat slowly down on the bed, his mind racing. He was still thinking about what Sugar had said earlier. It was too darn bad Daphne wasn’t real, because her marrying Osgood and then giving Joe and Sugar a nice little something to get started with… boy, that idea was appealing. Jerry had always been a soft touch—Joe knew how to sweet-talk it out of him. But you couldn’t talk nothing out of an empty pocket. He gave Jerry a considering glance.

“Say something!” Jerry pleaded.

“Okay, look.” Joe stood up. “No need to panic. You’re not about to get married tomorrow. We’ve got plenty of time to get you untangled. And in the meantime, you said he treats you good, right?”

“Very good,” Jerry admitted, wretchedly. “But what if—”

“Shut up, I’m thinking.” Joe jammed his hands into his pockets and paced up and down in the small amount of space available for pacing. Finally, he stopped, and tapped his friend on the chest. “I’ve got it. It’s easy. It’s straight-forward. Remember what you said back in our hotel room? Alimony!”

“Ali—what?” Jerry was at a loss. “But that’s when he still thought I was—”

“No, no, stay with me. He still wants to marry you, right?”

“But you said yourself,” Jerry protested, “There are laws and all that sort of thing! We can’t get married!”

“But he wants to. And from what I’ve seen so far of Osgood Fielding the Third, what he wants, he gets. There’s nothing money can’t buy, right? This guy is rolling in the stuff. And he wants to spend it on you!”

Jerry couldn’t stop himself from simpering like Daphne for a moment. “That’s true.”

Joe rolled his eyes. “And you don’t even seem to mind that much.”

“I certainly do!” Jerry glared at his friend. “I don’t want to marry a guy. Who do you think I am?”

“Easy, easy,” Joe soothed him. “Who do I think you are? A flat broke musician who needs dough. Just like me. We’re in this together, okay? This is what I’m thinking.” He began pacing again, gesturing with excitement. “You stay Daphne. For now,” he added quickly, to stem the argument before it started. “Only for now. You play along, you live it up, you get showered with expensive gifts, yadda yadda yadda. The good life.”

Jerry’s eyes were increasingly large and anxious and he seemed about to speak again, so Joe took his friend by the shoulders and employed his most persuasive tone, a few shades off from the one he typically used with Nellie.

“You don’t have to do anything. Just let yourself be pampered. Meanwhile, Sugar and I will stick to you like glue—she’s gonna be, what, the flower girl, was it?—and we try to get in good with your fiancé. You know, butter him up, help with wedding prep, make ourselves useful.”

He stood back and threw his arms wide. “And the rest is simple. Get married. Demand a divorce. He’ll have to agree to your terms, because if he doesn’t, you can expose him to the whole world as having married a man! His family are big names in business, I’ve been doing some asking around. They wouldn’t want that kind of scandal, believe you me.”

“Expose them?!” Jerry seethed. “How about exposing me, huh? I don’t want that kind of scandal for myself, either!”

“Don’t be silly, no one knows who you are. You’re nobody. He’s somebody. That’s how scandal works, it only hurts you if you’re somebody. You’ll basically be able to blackmail him at that point.” Joe’s eyes were glittering, reflecting imaginary dollar signs. “Tell him you’ll leave without making a ruckus only if you get an immediate divorce and a nice fat alimony package. He’ll have no choice.”

Triumphantly, he sat back down on the bed. “And then we’ve got it made. You get the money, split it with me, I can marry Sugar and we’ll be set for life.”

“Yeah, you get the girl and the money,” Jerry grumbled. “I get to BE the girl and STEAL the money.”

“It’s not stealing!” Joe sprang up again to give his pal a rallying slap on the back. “Think of it as… redistribution.”

~~~

Mama Fielding gazed at her prodigal son and his latest acquisition with a combination of relief and concern. Relief because at last he’d found what seemed by all accounts to be a truly decent young woman, not one of these showgirl floozies. Concern because the girl in question was both taller and broader than Osgood himself. And her facial features were a bit… well… angular.

Still, it was long past time for the aging playboy to settle down, and Mrs. Fielding was thanking her lucky stars that this one had a reputable pedigree. A graduate of the Sheboygan Conservatory of Music (perhaps a pianist?), if she was correctly recalling what Osgood had told her on the telephone; and apparently quite a lady—the kind who wouldn’t put up with freshness in a fellow. She’ll have her hands full with Ozzie, then, Mrs. Fielding thought with a sigh, and stepped forward to greet her future daughter-in-law.

“Dear Daphne. Such a pleasure to welcome you to the family.” My goodness, but the girl had large hands. Pianist hands, no doubt. She also seemed exceedingly nervous, but managed to bob a curtsey and offer a strained smile.

“The pleasure’s all mine.”

“I hear you’re a talented musician? Come, join me in the parlor. I am so looking forward to getting to know you, my dear.”

This sounded almost more like a threat than anything else, and with a gulp, Daphne walked bravely into the lion’s den.

~~~

Sugar and Joe had made themselves so useful, indeed, that they had been granted the dreaded and respected honor of writing the invitation cards for the wedding. Mama Fielding had not yet discovered that the sum total of the bride’s guests was two, neither one related to her, but that bridge would be crossed when they came to it.

“What’s Daphne’s surname?” Sugar asked, folding an invitation carefully.

Joe looked up and rubbed his eyes, already tired of this monotonous task. “She—she doesn’t have one. You keep forgetting, that’s not her real name, she just made it up! I mean, he!”

He found this happening more and more often these days. It was as if Jerry and Daphne were two different people in his mind, each one as real as the other, and it was with increasing effort that he kept reminding himself Daphne was a fictional character, an invention, a figment.

“But what are we gonna put on the invitations?” Sugar’s eyes were wide.

“Nothing, because she’s not sending any,” Joe replied. “The only people sh—HE is inviting are you and me, and we don’t need to send invitations to ourselves.”

“Might look better if we did,” she pointed out.

“Who cares how it looks?” Joe argued, automatically lowering his voice although he was almost certain no one could hear them in this distant drawing room in the Fieldings’ sprawling upstate countryside manor. “This marriage is gonna last about two and a half days, if all goes as planned.”

“I know.” Sugar sighed. “It’s just too bad. They seem so happy together.”

“Happy?!” Joe scoffed. “Baby, come on. How could they be happy with the situation? They’re both men.”

She shrugged, pouting a little at his tone, and Joe noticed and immediately changed gears.

“Aw, don’t gimme that,” he teased, sliding up next to her. “You want something to think about that’ll cheer you up? Just imagine, when we get our hands on that money, everything we’re gonna do with it. I’ll buy you a Rolls-Royce… a yacht of your own… you ever been up in an airplane?”

“No,” she admitted with a giggle. “What are you—”

But Joe was on a roll and couldn’t be stopped, finding new areas of her hair and cheek and neck to whisper his big plans into. “Champagne and caviar for dinner… champagne and… eggs… for breakfast… and for lunch… uh… champagne and champagne?”

Not many more invitations were finished for a little while, and one of them whose ink hadn’t dried yet even got smudged and needed to be re-written later.

~~~

Osgood stepped into Daphne’s room the next morning to find her still wigless and in the process of applying her make-up. As any proper gentleman would, he promptly turned around and faced the wall to give her some privacy.

“What do you want?” came a tired masculine voice behind him, from the vicinity of the vanity table.

Osgood clucked his tongue in displeasure. “Now, now. If you talk to me like that, I’m walking right out of here.”

“Good. Walk out, then.” But this time, despite the words, the voice sounded more convincingly feminine, and Osgood smiled in satisfaction at the wallpaper in front of him.

“That’s more like it. You know, my dear, I can buy you as many wigs as you want. Have you ever tried being a redhead? I think it might suit your complexion.”

Suspended halfway to becoming Daphne, Jerry gazed in bewilderment at his reflection, wondering not for the first time how exactly his life had turned into… this. After a minute, he sighed. “Sure. Why not.” It wasn’t for long, anyhow. He just had to keep reminding himself of that.

“Splendid!” Osgood sounded genuinely thrilled. “Now, what I came to tell you was, a few of my friends have invited us to lunch. They’re simply dying to meet you. How does one o’clock sound?”

~~~

As long as they were staying with the Fieldings, Jerry had to stay in character as Daphne from sunup till sundown, but he seemed to take it in stride and rose to the challenge without too much whining and moaning. But when Joe tried to take his choker, Jerry put his foot down.

He’d returned in high spirits from yet another dinner at which he’d been introduced to innumerable friends of Osgood’s, and Joe, who’d been offering Mrs. Fielding his expert advice on hiring musicians for the wedding, had immediately spotted that Daphne was sporting an enchanting new bejeweled choker. It looked very fetching—and also very valuable.

Having made his excuses as politely and rapidly as possible, Joe stalked after Daphne to her room, and caught her there before she’d even started the laborious evening process of transforming back into Jerry. She was unashamedly admiring herself in the mirror, and when Joe slipped into the room, he was met with a cry of “Look, Joe! He gave me this tonight. Isn’t it just darling!”

“Yeah, very nice.” He stepped closer. “Listen. The way I figure is, that alimony isn’t gonna come through right away—”

“Oh, do you have to talk about alimony right now?” Jerry was still doing the Daphne voice, and now pouting in a girlish way that Joe couldn’t recall ever seeing before when it was just the two of them in private.

“Hey.” He snapped his fingers, glancing over his shoulder to make sure the door was firmly closed. “Get with the program. We’re alone.”

“Ugh.” Dropping the feminine voice, Jerry tore off his wig and frowned miserably at his own reflection for another long moment before turning his glare on his friend. “Well, what is it?”

“What it is is that I got nothing but moths in my wallet, you get me?” Joe stepped closer. “You’re living the life of luxury here, and Sugar and I, well… it’s fine for us as long as we’re Mrs. Fielding’s guests, but she’ll boot us out sooner or later, and then we’ve got nowhere to go.” His eyes zeroed in on the sparkling choker. “I need a little… collateral.”

Jerry snorted. “What are you giving me with ‘collateral’? You don’t—” Then he saw where Joe was looking, and cut himself off, one hand flying to his throat. “Oh no you don’t! This is a gift! Why don’t you get your own rich man, and quit mooching off of mine?”

“Come on, stop acting like you really care about him—”

“Well, why shouldn’t I care about him? He’s a good guy! And he’s been disappointed so many times—you don’t understand. He gets strung along by some cute young thing, but then it turns out she doesn’t have any substance. He needs a real woman, a woman who will treat him right.”

Joe raised his eyes to the ceiling. “In case you’ve forgotten, pal, that’s not you. You’re not a woman.”

“I know!” Jerry sounded half-indignant, half-hopeless. “But I… I’ve been doing a pretty decent job of it so far.” Turning back to the mirror, he snatched up a facecloth, and then paused, looking at his reflection in a different way than he had a moment earlier. “I mean, don’t get me wrong. I wouldn’t find me attractive. But… it’s not my opinion that matters, is it?”

“You’re getting off track,” Joe told him. “Let me hock that thing—just for now.” He kept stubbornly speaking over Jerry’s agitation. “Just so we’ve got a little cash in hand until you’ve tied the knot and untied it again, all right? Then we can get it back.”

Jerry’s eyes narrowed to slits and his hand was protectively at his neck again. “You’re not taking it.”

Realizing that threats and force weren’t going to work, Joe sighed and plopped himself down in a chair. “Jerry, buddy, come on. If Mama Fielding kicked us out tomorrow morning, I wouldn’t even be able to buy Sugar dinner tomorrow night. I’m in a tight spot. I know you’re living the rich-lady life now, but surely you haven’t already forgotten what that’s like?”

Jerry visibly softened. “No, I know, I…” He collapsed into his seat at the vanity table, but buried his head in his hands instead of meeting the eyes of his reflection. “Let me see what I can do. I’ll bet I can get some money from him.”

“Now you’re talking!” Joe enthused. “Where does he keep his wallet at night?”

Jerry jerked his head up, eyes blazing with rage. “We are NOT going to steal from my fiancé, you bum! I meant I’ll ask him! Straight-up and honest. Now scram.”

Grinning, Joe threw up both hands in defeat. “All right, fair enough. You win. By the way, you smudged your mascara.”

After he’d left, Jerry sat staring at his strange, mixed-up appearance in the mirror for a solid minute or two before he slowly started to clean off the smeared make-up. Returning to his normal, boring face. Putting Daphne to bed for the night. He remembered words that seemed to come from half a lifetime ago, and spoke them under his breath: “I’m a boy… I’m a boy… I wish I were dead… I’m a boy…”

~~~

The generous Osgood agreed to help support his fiancée’s dear friends with a little something now, and maybe a little something later… but Daphne didn’t feel comfortable coming to him with the same request again and again, and meanwhile the wedding was approaching at top speed. It wasn’t a traditional elopement, because there would be guests and a “proper do”, as Mrs. Fielding called it, but it wasn’t exactly a traditional wedding either, for reasons known only to the bride and the groom and two other members of the wedding party.

Jerry got cold feet two nights before the big day and came skittering to Joe’s room in the middle of the night. “What if they find out?”

“Who?” Joe was half asleep and confused.

“I don’t know! The cops! The department of public morality! Anyone!”

“I don’t think that’s a department.” Joe yawned. “Anyway, how could they find out? It’s not like somebody’s gonna run up the aisle in the middle of you saying your vows and pull up your skirt and check.”

Jerry, in full Daphne mode despite it being the middle of the night and his appearance being fully masculine at the moment, almost swooned with horror at this mental image and had to be helped back to his room. All the while, Joe was on edge at the thought that a member of the household might choose this moment to step out of their room and discover him guiding what appeared to be a strange man down the hallway to Daphne’s bedroom.

But not only did their deception go undetected that night, it did two days later, as well, at a ceremony that was charming if modest (by the Fieldings’ standards; Sugar was starry-eyed over all the glamor) and attended by “just a few” (forty or fifty) close friends.

The diminutive size of the bride’s party had been explained away successfully. Daphne, who had started to develop a real friendship with her future mother-in-law, had found herself with no choice but to admit that she played the double bass, not the piano, and she skillfully wove this into a sob story about being disowned by her family for her unconventional choice of instrument. It was a risky move, but it turned out that Mrs. Fielding considered jazz music to be just bordering on acceptable, and she was very sympathetic to this poor girl, all alone in the world.

The bride was perhaps not exactly blushing and blossoming, but cut an impressive figure in Mrs. Fielding’s artfully expanded white lace gown, and the groom was radiant with pride.

Joe couldn’t quite figure that part out. He leaned over to Sugar and whispered, “He looks like he’s actually happy about it.”

“Who?” she whispered back.

“Who d’ya think I mean by ‘he’? The groom, of cou—” He stopped himself. He’d done it again.

Sugar’s eyes were sparkling mischievously at him.

“Not a word,” Joe grumbled. “Not a single word.”

She demurely took his arm, but out of the corner of his eye, Joe could see her stifling a giggle.

~~~

The happy couple were whisked off on their honeymoon immediately following the ceremony, meaning that Joe didn’t get a chance to palaver with Jerry about their scheme. He wouldn’t even have bothered—nothing had changed, so there was really nothing to discuss—but he was starting to get worried. The bride and the groom had actually kissed, in front of everybody, at the ceremony. And the bride hadn’t even slapped the groom afterward. Daphne’d had a sort of resolute, shy smile on her face throughout the entire ordeal. Either she was a damn good actress or—he, damn it! Either Jerry was a damn good actor or something fishy was going on here.

After five days, they received the first letter. “Daphne says Niagara Falls is simply too beautiful for words,” Sugar reported, her eyes racing over the hotel letterhead.

“Well, doesn’t that just beat the band,” Joe said sourly. “Anything in there about champagne breakfasts and dinners like the ones I oughta be giving you right now, if I had a few more bucks in my pocket?”

Sugar twinkled fondly at him over the top of the letter before continuing to read. “She says she’s always wanted to try ballooning, and Osgood has promised to take her up in one tomorrow!”

“Going up in a balloon? Gee whiz. Too bad we haven’t got time to write back and tell her to leave everything to me in her will.”

After ten days, the second letter came. “We’ve been discussing our shared future,” Sugar read aloud. “I’ve told Osgood in no uncertain terms that I refuse to be a kept woman. He has agreed to split everything with me outright. He says he loves a strong-minded girl. Actually, what he said was ‘Zowee!’ but I took it to mean the above.”

Joe furrowed his brow. “What the heck is she up to? Why bother with all that? The plan goes: honeymoon, divorce, alimony.”

Sugar clutched the letter to her bosom in a sudden transport of rapture as a thought struck her. “Maybe she’s falling in love with him! For real this time, not just pretend!”

Joe scoffed, but his scoff was a little on the weak side.

~~~

“No. Absolutely not.”

Joe gaped. “No? What—but—”

“There’s no need. I’ve got money coming out my ears now, which means you and Sugar are taken care of as well. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

Daphne and Osgood were back from their honeymoon, and this was the first chance Joe had gotten to talk to his pal in private. To his astonishment, Daphne had returned home coy and contented, and hadn’t stopped smiling until now, alone with Joe and addressing the unwelcome topic of alimony. Daphne shook her head emphatically, her freshly-curled wig and expensive new dress indicating some of the cosseting she’d received over the past few weeks.

“Listen, Joe.” Her voice dropped a bit, and suddenly she was Jerry again. “I’ve got a good thing going here. I don’t want to spoil it. He’s rich, he’s generous, and he thinks I hung the moon.”

“And he knows you’re a man!” Joe hissed.

“And doesn’t seem to care,” Jerry shot back, eyes gleaming triumphantly. “He just wants me to be Daphne for him. He doesn’t care how real it is.”

“What about women? Don’t you want a woman in your life?”

“I don’t know,” Jerry mused, stripping off his white mesh gloves. “Dames have brought me nothing but heartbreak in the past. Never worked out, somehow. I guess I’m the woman in my life, now.” He chuckled. “And you know what? It’s not half bad.”

“You don’t say.” Joe snorted. “What about your wedding night, what did you do for that, huh? Tell him you had a headache?”

Daphne was suddenly wholly Daphne again, very prim and proper. “A lady never tells.”

Joe stared for a long, disbelieving moment before shaking his head. “It’s not gonna last.”

But what do you know? Somehow, it did.

[chiefdirector]

Ghosts | Charles Xavier | X-Men

No.25: “why didn’t you save me?”

There was many things wrong with the scene in front of Charles but three stood out to him the most.

First being that he and Erik were in the same vicinity and were not actively trying to bring each other to ruin. It had been a long time since they had been together amicably, if the circumstance had been different, Charles may have even enjoyed this change in dynamic.

Second was that he could feel his legs. He could feel the ground under his feet and his hand brush his thigh. He could walk through the sandy beach away from Erik and towards the figure in the distance. He could stretch, and run, and be free from the confines of his wheelchair. This he did allow himself to enjoy. It had been so long since he had felt such freedom so he allowed himself the pleasure to walk towards the figure despite the fact that they faced away from him.

It was this figure that broke the illusion for him. In his mind he could justify him and Erik getting along, despite their history together, Charles could see a day in the very, very distant future that they would see eye to eye, at least on some matters, again. And the motion in his legs was explained by that experimental serum that Hank had been working on. The possibility of his legs being restored fully was such a far fetched idea after all.

But seeing her again was unexplainable.

Charles had held his wife in his arms when she died. Even through the excruciating pain of losing his legs, he held her. The same shrapnel that paralyzed him had lodged himself into her heart.

It took Charles months to come to the realisation that Erik did not mean to harm her, but by then he was long gone. Eventually, everyone began to move on with their lives. Hank was the only one left by Charles' side; Charles had spent many nights wondering why Hank stayed, he was a shell of a man without her by his side.

By the time he approached, Charles was so captivated by her presence that he didn't notice the sound of the seagulls had stopped or the smell of the salty ocean had had faded into nothing. It was only him and her left in their own little slice of paradise.

"Hello my love," He tentatively said, willing himself to move closer but finding that his legs would once again refuse to respond to his command.

"Charles." She acknowledged, her back still to him. From this distance Charles could see the intricacies of the lace of her white dress. When she was alive she never tended to wear anything so delicate, not even on her wedding day.

"You're not supposed to be here." He whispered, still stuck motionless before him. "You... you died."

"You let me die." She turned around, and for the first time since Charles buried her did he look at her once beautiful face. But now it was covered in blood cuts he could only assume were made by loose flying shrapnel. The front of her dress was only ripped and stained. She still looked like an angel, only now she looked like she had fallen from Heaven. "Why didn't you save me?"

Charles went to speak, but couldn't find the words. Or the breath. He almost began to choke but the oxygen eventually rushed back into his lungs. This peace of mercy was accompanied by God or whatever higher power in play taking away his ability to stand. Charles felt himself crumpled to the ground, once again paralysed. He thought back to the oddness of Erik's presence and whipped his head behind him to find the man but only saw black.

When his head turned back to his wife, he was greeted by the same oblivion. He tried to move forward but he couldn't move. He crumpled to the ground again and closed his eyes, hoping that he darkness would consume him like it did to his wife. But it didn't.

When he opened them again, he was greeted by the same wooden walls he knew all too well. The clock on his bedside table stuck three a.m precisely. Charles just shifted to his side, knowing that sleep would not come for him again, at least not any time soon.

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[moodymelanist]

A Nessian drabble idea: Cassian waking up from anesthesia forgetting who Nesta is and is immediately starts flirting with her because she's so beautiful.

omg YES. this is so them thank you for sending this in I’ve always wanted to write one of these. I’ve also never had my wisdom teeth removed so sorry for any inaccuracies there LOL

Nesta had been hanging out in the waiting room for about an hour when someone finally called her name.

“Nesta Archeron?” one of the nurses called. Nesta quickly gathered her jacket and purse and got up to follow her.

“How’s he doing?” Nesta asked. Cassian had finally taken the plunge and gotten all four of his wisdom teeth removed in one go, and while Nesta knew this was a routine enough procedure, she was still a little antsy about her husband using anesthesia.

“It went well,” the nurse replied, leading Nesta into what looked like the outpatient area. “He’s recovering now. The anesthesia should be wearing off in the next few minutes if it hasn’t already.”

The nurse ran through a list of symptoms to watch out for and general tips to help Cassian’s healing process. Even though Nesta knew she’d be getting a thick packet with all these instructions, she still did her best to commit them to memory. This was her husband they were talking about; she wasn’t going to take any risks with him.

By the time the nurse finished explaining everything, they’d made it inside Cassian’s recovery room. He looked a little funny with his cheeks all swollen and a bandage wrapped around his face, but Nesta was too glad everything had gone well to really make fun of him.

That didn’t stop her from snapping a picture, though. Just because she didn’t intend to use it to tease him later didn’t mean she didn’t want one.

“Hey,” Nesta said softly as Cassian’s eyes fluttered open. “How are you feeling?”

“Hey,” Cassian said back, drawing out the word long and slow. “How are you doing?”

“I’m fine,” she managed to reply without laughing. He was clearly still feeling the anesthesia, and she was going to enjoy him being loopy for as long as it lasted. “You ready to go home?”

“With you?” he asked, his face lighting up.

“Of course with me,” she responded with a fond roll of her eyes.

“It must be my lucky day,” he answered, trying to pull his lips into a smirk and failing miserably. “Going home with the most gorgeous woman in here.”

“We go home together every night, you idiot,” she told him with a huff of laughter. “We live together.”

“Then I guess it’s my lucky night every night,” he fired back, though some of the effect was lost by how drowsy he sounded.

Nesta and the nurse exchanged amused glances before they started to prep to get him out of there. Thankfully Cassian was still dressed, so they just had to get him to stand so he could sit back down again in the wheelchair.

“Come on, big guy,” Nesta said, pulling the blankets back from Cassian so he could get out the bed. “Time to come home with me.”

“But…” Cassian trailed off, his face twisting into the most adorable pout as he caught sight of her left hand. “You’re married.”

She stared at him a little incredulously. Was he fucking with her, or was this just the anesthesia? “Yes?”

“I’ve been flirting with a married woman,” he groaned, bringing his hands up to his face and immediately regretting it. “Oh, God, I’m a homewrecker.”

“Jesus Christ,” she muttered under her breath, trying and failing to hold back her laughter. She gently pulled his hands away from his face and tapped the matching gold band on his left hand before raising her voice to add, “Cassian, look. You’re married too.”

“That’s even worse,” he groaned once he noticed his own wedding band. “Holy fuck. I’m a homewrecker and a cheater.”

“No, you doofus,” she replied, still laughing. “We’re married to each other.”

Cassian’s face looked like Christmas had come early. “Really?”

“Really,” Nesta confirmed. “It’ll be six years this October.”

“Oh, wow,” he breathed, completely awed. He reached out and grabbed her hand, lacing their fingers together with a dopey look on his face. “Let’s go home, then.”

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Why is this probably the funniest thing I've drawn with the two so far tho-

Trying to get my brain rolling again for Ben arg art

This is all I got rn 😔✊️

[beesmygod]

i couldnt find where i parked at the huge mall in my dream last night and i needed to put my wedding dress in it and go home. but bryan cranston rolled up in a wheelchair to help me bc he knew where i parked, and then i woke up. malcom in the middle era cranston, not breaking bad. he was in a wheelchair because he had plant roots growing out of his kneecaps instead of calves, for some reason. great guy. very friendly