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iammistressofmyfate · 1 year ago

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Lingerie for Jordeclan for the spicy/kinky prompts, pretty please? Cover that boy in lace!!!!!! 😍

Oh heck yeah! Haven't done much Jordeclan so lets jump right in! Thanks for the request, friend! 🔥

25. Lingerie/Dress-Up

(This is the first time in a long time I've written het sex and it's long lmao not my best but I tried)

Declan Lynch had never considered himself to be particularly sexually adventurous. He’d had plenty of sex in general, an unhealthy coping skill he’d taken on after becoming de facto head of his family. One night stands with forgettable women. Literally in and out.

But since Jordan, his view of and experience of sex had been turned upside down.

There were things Declan had done with Jordan that would have never entered his mind in a million years. She’d opened up his mind (and his heart) to a whole new world of pleasure and he honestly felt like a completely different person.

There were a lot of reasons for that, but the expansion of his sex life was certainly a part of it.

It was their first anniversary. Declan had booked a suite for them at the Four Seasons in Boston. He’d finished work and was now sitting across the table from his gorgeous wife as they enjoyed a delicious dinner with a bottle of champagne.

Jordan was dressed in dark green silk, her tattoos on display, her kinky hair arranged in a faux hawk. She was wearing all of the jewelry that Declan had bought her, including the enormous diamond engagement ring he’d given her (after the social security number).

She glanced up at him, curious, and stretched a leg out to tap his shin under the table.

“You alright, Pozzi?” she asked.

Declan smiled and nodded. “Yeah. Just distracted.”

“Mmm,” Jordan hummed, sipping her champagne, leaving behind a smear of red lipstick. “I can tell.”

“You look beautiful.”

“So you’ve said. Several times.”

Declan shrugged, not even ashamed. Jordan deserved to know how beautiful she was as often as possible.

“You do, too,” she told him. “You pull off a suit so well.”

Declan chuckled, squeezing Jordan’s hand as her fingers found their way to his.

They finished dinner and split dessert. Declan paid and offered his arm to his wife as they headed back to their hotel. They chatted idly, as they had been throughout dinner. About Declan’s work, Jordan’s latest project, making sure that they RSVP’d to Ronan and Adam’s wedding, where Hennessy and Carmen were in the world.

They walked through the hotel lobby and Declan rested his hand on Jordan’s lower back as they waited for the elevator to take them upstairs. Jordan leaned into him, one hand sliding under his jacket. Her nails were painted a cool pink color that complemented her dress.

They arrived at their floor and Jordan took Declan’s hand. He keyed them into their suite and they stepped inside.

“Well this is posh,” Jordan said, walking through the entryway, Declan’s hands in hers. The suite was like a studio apartment. It was spacious, modern, and elegant. There was a beautiful bouquet of flowers on one of the tables and another bottle of champagne.

Jordan kissed Declan’s cheek and pulled away to sit on an ottoman and take off her heels. Declan took off his shoes and met Jordan’s eyes across the room. She smiled, winked, slid the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders.

“You’ll have to help me with this,” she said and Declan obliged. He kissed her shoulder, her neck, breathing in the spicy-sweet scent of her perfume, gently unzipping the dress. Jordan slid her arms from the straps and let the silk fall to the floor.

She turned her head and Declan kissed her, open mouthed and eager. Jordan reached up a hand, curling her fingers into Declan’s hair, his arms around her, palms sliding over her stomach.

They pulled apart when the angle got to be a little too much. Jordan pulled off the pasties she was wearing, laughing, dropping them to the floor, and turned, wearing absolutely nothing but her jewelry and tattoos. Declan’s eyes wandered from her head to her toes. He couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that this woman was married to him. It seemed impossible.

“You’re wearing far too many clothes,” Jordan stated, hands sliding into Declan’s jacket, peeling it from his shoulders. “You look delectable in the fitted suits, my love, but honestly.”

Declan chuckled and Jordan giggled, working the perfectly-fitting jacket from Declan’s broad shoulders, dropping it to the floor. Declan’s heart rate increased as Jordan worked at the buttons of his shirt, taking off his cufflinks first, making sure they didn’t get lost, then the buttons at the front. Jordan’s nimble fingers slid the buttons free and Declan watched her face.

Her dark eyes met his as her warm fingers delicately pulled the shirt apart.

“Declan Tadhg Lynch,” she said, licking her red, red lips. “Lingerie? For me?”

“Happy anniversary,” he replied. “I thought you’d like it.”

Declan had been wearing it all day, which had been a rather interesting, transgressive sort of experience. It was all blue lace, the same color as his eyes, that did nothing to hide anything at all.

“I love it,” Jordan replied. “Now I have to get you undressed faster.”

They both laughed, Declan sliding out of his shirt as Jordan worked on his pants. He stepped out of them, in nothing but the lingerie, Jordan’s eyes were very dark as she looked at him, appreciating. Declan’s cheeks heated and heat pooled in his stomach.

Jordan held up a finger and twirled it and Declan stepped in a slow circle.

“Stop,” she said, Declan’s back to her. He felt Jordan come up behind him, her hands curling around his ass, squeezing.

“Blimey,” she hummed. “Aren’t you a delicious piece of Irish ass?”

Declan shrugged one shoulder and Jordan laughed, kissing the back of his neck, hands on his hips, tugging him around to face her. “Come here.”

They kissed deeply, Declan backing them up to the bed, both of them falling into it. They moved into the middle of the bed, Jordan straddling Declan’s hips. He reached up, cupping her breasts, thumbs sliding over nipples, tugging at the piercings.

Jordan’s head fell back, lips falling open, her hands pressed to Declan’s chest. She leaned down, kissing him, sliding her hands under the lace brassiere he wore, her fingers teasing his nipples, too.

“Two can play at this game,” Jordan hummed against Declan’s ear, biting his earlobe, making him shiver. Declan ran his hands over Jordan’s sides, to her ass, squeezing, as she slid the straps of the lace from his shoulders.

“You went all out,” she said. “Down to the garter belt.”

Jordan slid a finger under the lacey belt, letting it snap back against Declan’s skin. He hissed and she purred in response. “You’re gorgeous.”

“Look who’s talking,” Declan replied, flipping their positions. He kissed Jordan, deep and dirty. He worked his way down her body, dragging his hand over her clit, rubbing in slow, firm circles with the flat of his fingers, running his tongue over one of her nipples.

“God, Declan,” she breathed, arching up into him, arms around his neck. He slid two fingers inside her, sucking a nipple into his mouth. She was warm and wet and tight around him, which was incredibly satisfying. He slid his fingers carefully in and out, crooking them, just at the right spot.

Jordan gasped, her grip tightening around his shoulders. Declan kissed her sternum, burrowing his face in her cleavage, before moving on to her other nipple, fingering her until Jordan was pushing at his shoulders demandingly.

“Mouth or cock, Pozzi,” she breathed. “Get a move on.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Declan replied, laughing as Jordan pushed at the lacy underwear he wore. Apparently she was choosing cock. She pushed Declan onto his back, straddling him. She reached behind herself, fingers against his dick.

“Good?” Declan asked, hands on her hips.

“Yeah,” Jordan replied, guiding Declan into her. Declan watched, awed and amazed, as Jordan sank onto his dick. She was impossibly beautiful, head back, accentuating her elegant neck. She was warm and tight around him, his attention on her face.

Jordan picked her pace and Declan held on, letting her guide them, until he could tell she was close. He sat up, face buried in her chest, her hands in his hair, his hips thrusting up to meet her halfway.

Jordan came first, long and loud, and Declan was right behind her, face pressed to her neck. Jordan curled her arms around Declan’s head, kissing his scalp. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close.

“I think you should wear lingerie more often,” she hummed. Declan smiled.

“Alright.”

[Kink Prompts]

#asks answered #wip asks #jordeclan

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jewelrystorewoodstock · 7 months ago

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Styling and Wearing Vintage Jewelry Tips from an Expert

There’s something so beautiful and special about vintage engagement rings in Boston, MA. Right from their rich history and culture to their one-of-a-kind appeal that makes them ideal for your wedding day.

If you’re looking to pair vintage jewelry with your attire or other pieces in your wardrobe, then here are some things to keep in mind when it comes to styling your jewelry for a stunning look.

Styles that look good with vintage jewelry

Here are some styles that look amazing with vintage pieces.

Trendy styles

When it comes to vintage engagement rings in Boston, MA you can pair these pieces with statement boots, preppy and plaid clothing, power suits, or even oversized blazers. These pieces also look stunning with formal casual clothing.

Just keep in mind that vintage pieces come in a single size. That is why most jewelers will not resize or alter it as it can affect the value and integrity of the pieces. Always make sure that the pieces can be exchanged or returned.

Boho styles

Vintage pieces also pair beautifully with bohemian styles. Since boho styles are usually associated with spring and summer, you can also pick outfits like flowy dresses, chunky sweaters over maxi skirts, and more.

No matter what pieces you choose your vintage jewelry in Boston, MA will fit right in. Try stacking multiple bangles and rings for a glam feel.

Classic styles

Vintage jewelry is timeless and will never truly go out of style. This means that you can pair it with your favorite classic staples like minimal shades, simple and clean lines, or even understated elegance.

Some women even prefer to pair their vintage pieces with a soft turtleneck, trousers, and a classic trench coat for a timeless and elegant look. Remember vintage pieces are delicate and you need to care for them properly. That is because they can chip or break easily and fixing them can be tough.

Wrapping Up

Vintage pieces are both timeless and elegant. These pieces are also quite affordable since you are choosing a piece that’s already in existence instead of picking something new from scratch. These pieces are also eco-friendly making them great for eco-conscious couples.

Make sure to take your rings to a professional jeweler to clean, repair, and maintain them every couple of months so that they look new and shiny for years to come.

#vintage engagement rings in Boston #engagement rings in Boston #jewelry in Boston

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khandiamonds1 · 1 year ago

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His & Hers: Coordinating Wedding Ring Sets For Couples

When it comes to symbolizing the eternal bond of love, few things are as timeless as wedding rings. While individuality is cherished, the idea of coordinating wedding ring sets has gained immense popularity among modern couples. Coordinating his and her wedding ring sets showcases unity and adds a unique touch of sentimentality to the cherished symbols of commitment. Let's delve into the trend of coordinating wedding ring sets for couples and explore how this choice can beautifully celebrate love and partnership.

A Reflection of Togetherness Coordinating wedding ring sets go beyond the visual appeal of matching rings. They reflect the unity of two individuals embarking on a lifelong journey together. These sets can be designed to complement each other, creating a harmonious connection that represents the shared experiences, dreams, and aspirations of the couple.

Subtle Coherence, Unique Individuality Choosing coordinating wedding ring sets doesn't mean sacrificing individuality. Today's set offers a balance between unity and personal expression. Couples can opt for women's wedding rings in Boston with designs that have similar elements, such as metals or patterns while allowing room for preferences in terms of stone choices, engravings, or additional accents.

Symbolic Significance Coordinating wedding ring sets carries profound symbolism. When placed side by side, these rings form a complete circle, signifying eternal love without beginning or end. This alignment is a constant reminder of the commitment made and the journey undertaken together as partners in life.

Simplifying the Decision-Making Process The process of choosing wedding rings can be overwhelming. Coordinating sets simplify this decision-making process. Couples can explore various options together and select designs that harmonize with each other. This streamlines the choice and makes the experience more enjoyable and collaborative.

Customized Coherence One of the charming aspects of coordinating wedding ring sets is the flexibility to customize. Couples can tailor their sets to reflect their unique story. For instance, incorporating birthstones, special dates, or engravings that hold personal significance can add an extra layer of meaning to men’s wedding rings in Boston.

Capturing the Journey Coordinating sets provide an opportunity to capture the journey of the relationship. From the engagement ring to the wedding bands, the progression of rings can tell a story of growth, commitment, and the beautiful moments shared by the couple.

Commemorating Special Occasions Coordinating wedding ring sets can also be extended to other milestones in the couple's journey. For instance, rings that complement each other can be chosen for anniversary celebrations, renewing vows, or even as cherished gifts on significant occasions.

In a world where individuality is celebrated, coordinating his and her wedding ring sets offers a delightful way to embrace both unity and uniqueness. As couples embark on the incredible journey of marriage, the beauty of coordinating sets lies not only in their visual appeal but also in the emotional resonance they hold. These rings become a lasting testament to the bond shared, the promises made, and the joyous chapters of a shared life. Khan Diamonds is a renowned jewelry store offering a wide range of jewelry pieces. From earrings to diamond engagement rings in Boston, they have everything that you need. Shop for the best jewelry pieces by visiting them. Original Source- https://khandiamonds.blogspot.com/2023/08/his-hers-coordinating-wedding-ring-sets.html

#diamondengagementringsinBoston #womensweddingringsinBoston #mensweddingringsinBoston

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y0ur-val3ntine · 9 months ago

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elaborating in this...

Ring of Fired:

Soldier tells one of the old ladies how alone he's felt since he lost his private (Vale), and there's a small joke when one of the women misheard and think Soldier lost his penis or something (funny!!!11)}

Miss Pauling asks Soldier if he know where's Vale, Soldier tells her that Vale gave him their number and shows her a scrapped paper with the number 5 written on it, that's all.

Vale appears 'till the end of the comic, they try to call the number (they held 5 on Pauling's phone), the moment they do Vale appears out of a water bucket, (possibly being used by Demo to stop Pyro from burning the animal hospital). Soldier exclaims something about Vale being all this time in the bucket idkkk flanderization

Unhappy Returns:

Spy and Scout are given a last meal and call, Scout has a brief mention about debating whetever he should call his Ma or Vale, Spy scolds him telling him how he wasted all of their other calls trying to call Vale (Scout also has a crumpled paper with a number 5 and a little heart), and that Vale possibly ditched him after Mann co. dismantled

Scout tells Spy he's wrong, retelling the moment before Vale left: it's draw on pen and paper (made by Scout) and it's basically Vale crying on Scout's shoulder telling him how they're going away for a while, looking for a place to settle down in Boston with his Ma and have plenty of children (Scout's drawn as a super muscly guy, this is just one of his fantasies), it ends with doodle Scout with the same paper Scout has now and him telling Vale he's going to "armwrestle Soldier one last time".

Back to OG post:

trial scene- When Soldier makes an objection, then starts choking Scout only for a second objection to happen, this time is the lamp- BUT the lamp was actually being held by, you guest it guys!!1! Vale!!!!!!!!!!!!! Vale questions why Soldier wanted to bring in the lamp with them, but then tosses it to throw themselves to Scout's arms (actually doesn't happen, Scout's almost falling off the podium as Vale pulls him down to kiss him)

After those 6 months in jail, Scout finally decided to- well, actually settle down with Vale, the impending hanging also works as a motivator, so he proposes in the spot, Vale obviously says yes, Spy insults them, telling them they're still on trial

Flashback to how Spy and Scout ended up on jail. Brief mention of Scout telling Spy since Vale left he doesn0t have anyone to give him a ride (specially with both arms broken by Soldier)

okok actual hanging scene: blabla Mayor tells the town all the things the mercs "have done", Vale can't actually die in the hanging but they're still scared of their loved ones (and Spy) dying, there's a small scene where Vale asks Soldier if he still has his law degree, asking him to be the prosecutor for their and Scout's ""wedding"", quicks:

"Vale, you wanna marry Scout?" "heck yeah" "Scout?" "Don't even have to ask" "Great then"

Then Scout it's the first one to get hangued but Miss Pauling and the comic goes on as it goes, Vale and Scout hug they kiss mwamwa and that's the end

I would love to indulge on every comic

TF2 Unhappy Returns but-

the trial scene where Soldier makes an objection, then starts choking Scout only for a second objection to happen, this time is the lamp- BUT the lamp was actually being held by, you guest it guys!!1! Vale!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Vale is there to claim their twink (previously working with the other mercs, there's a tiny plot I made based on the start of the comics and the mercs separating), and end up proposing in marriage to Scout (actually thinking he was gonna die so- they rushed things up)

so yeah, wedding real (in specific conditions and then Scout didn't died but they kept calling each other "fiance/future spouse etc.") <3

#❤️sc0ut!!⚾️#vale-ntimes #self ship #self shipping #⚾ Rapidin3s❤️‍🔥

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saltedriceball · 2 years ago

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OHSHC’s future significant others (HC) Part 1/?

This is all based off of the manga/anime, everything Hatori has said will ring true in these headcanons. But Hatori was quite vague in describing the characters’ futures, and left a lot of it to our imaginations. So, this is my imagination:

**Manga spoilers if you haven’t read it all**

Tamaki Suoh and Haruhi Fujioka

Anime and manga, they end up together. This is one Hatori really goes into.

Summary of Hatori’s writings on their future: Haruhi goes to Boston for a year of HS, and Tamaki lives in the connected (but blocked with a dresser) apartment next door. They have movie nights and cuddle. They get married one day.

so obviously they will be together till death does them part (but that’s a long ways away from where the manga left off)

They’re the first of the club to get married, have kids, all that stuff

Proposal

Tamaki proposes to Haruhi just after she finishes university

Bonus points if it’s the first time he’s brought her to France, and he proposes at a dinner with his whole family

Plus he flew Ranka out too ofc

They both cry a lot as Tamaki turns into a flustered mess and starts rambling about how much he loves her and how excited he’d be to marry her

It takes so long that Haruhi just hugs him so he’ll shut up

He’s caught off guard and is like “Wait, I wasn’t done, did I mess up? Is that a yes?”

and Haruhi’s like “mmhmm” because she’s crying into his shoulder/neck and can’t really form words or breath atm

And so Tamaki smiles, and hugs her back

His mom is crying

Ranka is crying

His dad is crying

Everybody at the fucking table is crying

Even the servants/maids

Antoinette and Tamaki’s mom’s dog (idk the name) are both confused what just happened

Tamaki’s mom’s dog puts their head on her lap and she pets them while crying watching the proposal

Antoinette is sitting watching from beside the seat Tamaki was sitting in

Tamaki realizes Haruhi said yes, and that they’re going to get married

he literally lifts her in a hug and starts spinning around singing about how excited he is

“We’re gonna get married! I get to spend the rest of eternity with Haruhi! My Haruhi! Haruhi, Haruhi, Haruhi! I’m so happy!” etc

Antoinette follows them around jumping all happily

Haruhi is still a bawling mess crying into his shoulder as he spins them around

That servant lady that Kyoya contacted on his class trip to Paris, that used to work at the Granteneue Mansion, she works there again.

She stands up and says, “Oh, I think it’s time for some dessert!”

You know Tamaki was not normal about this.

Tamaki puts Haruhi down

Everyone wipes their eyes

The lady comes back with a big chocolate cake with sparklers on top and has some cheesy message on it like, “Tamaki and Haruhi forever”

Because that’s just Tamaki’s style

Haruhi starts laughing now

Everyone’s laughing

They eat the cake

Wedding planning

They hired Renge to plan it

Or rather:

Renge heard about their engagement, insisted they let her plan it, and Haruhi is like yeah ok sure, go ahead

Because Haruhi doesn’t care that much to plan it

She finds it too tedious and stressful

She won’t let Tamaki plan it either

But really it’s a collaborative effort from Renge, Ranka, Shizue (Grandma Suoh), and a little bit of Anne-Sophie

One day, Haruhi thinks that Tamaki is taking her to see a movie

But then the car pulls up in front of this giant bridal store

Tamaki says he’ll make it up to her later, and the car drives off, so she enters the store a little annoyed

But kind of excited actually

Ranka, Anne-Sophie, Shizue, Yuzuha Hitachiin (Twins’ mom) and Renge are all sitting there

There’s racks full of dresses for her to try

All of them designed by Yuzuha

She tries on a few that each of the women insisted she try

Because they thought she’d like their picks

Then Yuzuha says she has one she thinks Haruhi will like

And says she actually designed it with Haruhi in mind

Haruhi actually starts tearing up

They all do

Especially Ranka

Yuzuha is like ok yeah that’s the one

“I’m so glad you like it Haruhi, you were exactly who I had in mind when I designed this dress.”

Tamaki goes to the host club to decide what to wear

They all sit on a sofa in the twins’ house

Tamaki tries on all kinds of stuff

It’s a similar situation to when he tried to plan their first date

He just keeps finding flaws in every outfit

Eventually Kyoya points out a very simple outfit and gives a long-winded explanation as to why that is the superior option

Tamaki goes with that one

Tamaki goes on a bachelor party planned by the twins

It’s nothing promiscuous or anything

They know Tamaki would literally cover his eyes and pout like a child, or really just walk out, if they brought in strippers or something

They also know Haruhi would feel weird about that

In general the movie-way of bachelor parties is out of the window

Wouldn’t even have been a consideration really

They literally just go on a trip to like a beach or something close by

And only for a weekend because Tamaki doesn’t want to be away from Haruhi for that long

The whole time is spent lounging around on one of their private beaches while Tamaki spirals

First he’ll be all cheery and like “yay I get to marry Haruhi!”

An hour later

And probably a few cups of alcohol later

He starts weeping about how what if Haruhi changes her mind and whatnot

Then it ends with him resolving to make a list on how he should approach marriage to be good enough for Haruhi

He makes everyone help him

Or really just sit through him talking about it

This list ends up being the bulk of his vows

By the way

He asks Kyoya to be his best man during this trip

The whole host club were groomsmen, but that was obvious

Haruhi is forced to go on a bachelorette party by Renge

At some other private beach

During the same time as the bachelor party

By the way, this is also planned by the host clubs’ regular guests

The ones that would have visited them in America during Haruhi’s year abroad

It’s probably on of those ladies’ beaches

Haruhi legitimately approaches the whole thing like she does anything;

She’s just here for a good time

But on the second night there...

Renge has these really nice fruity drinks made

And Haruhi drinks a lot of it, assuming there can’t be much alcohol if it tastes so good

Whether she was right or wrong:

She consumes enough alcohol to actually become vulnerable

She starts talking about how nervous she is

She’s scared of embarrassing herself

Embarrassing Tamaki

Generally messing anything up

The ladies start reassuring her

They share stories of Tamaki talking fondly about Haruhi

Dating all the way back to high school

When she first joined the host club

And they start joking about how Haruhi could do anything and he’d still love her

“If Haruhi literally came in wearing a potato sack, I’m pretty sure Tamaki would still just chuckle about that through sobs while he tells her she’s the most beautiful person he has ever seen.”

Haruhi ends up feeling much better after the part

Haruhi and Tamaki know nothing else of the wedding plans

The women planning it just tell them when to show up

The actual wedding

Haruhi and the rest of the ladies get ready in a big bridal suite

They’re getting married in one of the Suoh hotels

That was Shizue’s touch in the planning

Renge is ordering all these makeup artists and hair stylists around

Ranka is sitting next to Haruhi, watching as she gets her makeup done

“You’re so grown up now, I can’t believe my baby Haruhi is getting married.”

“Don’t get it twisted though! I may be walking you down the aisle, but this does not symbolize me giving you away.”

“You will always be my baby even while married.”

Haruhi just giggles

Ranka is a little more serious now

“I know you’re this independent, grown up, woman now, but you’ll always be my baby to me. Your mother would be really proud of you right now.”

Haruhi is more serious now too

“She would be so proud to know that her daughter followed her dreams and also married a man she truly loves. I know she is smiling down on you right now.”

They share a meaningful look

“I’m going to stop now before I mess up both of our gorgeous makeup!”

Tamaki gets ready in some other suite

on the oppostie side of the hotel

This man is superstitious

He will not be seeing Haruhi until she comes down the aisle

So serious about this

Refuses to leave the suite

And when he has to for the ceremony, he makes Kyoya, and the Ootori staff Kyoya keeps near him, check every corner so he won’t run into Haruhi

even though he made the twins go and stand outside Haruhi’s door to make sure she wouldn’t leave until he was all the way down in the garden

Because that’s where their wedding is btw

too pretty to be indoors

So many flowers and the guest list is kind of big

Not because Tamaki invited business people

No no no

These are all their family members

Everyone who ever visited the host club

The host club

The host clubs’ families

Some other friends they’ve made since high school

It’s definitely a few hundred people

the front row consists of: Ranka, Anne Sophie, Shizuru, Shizue, Kasanoda, and Usa Chan

Honey doesn’t carry Usa Chan around anymore, but it only feels right that he attend idk

He’s wearing a little bowtie too

Mei is the maid of honor and Renge is the only other bridesmaids

The twins definitely joked about being her bridesmaids instead so they wouldn’t have to deal with Tamaki

But it’s a nice picture, the ten of them

Ten? Who am I missing?

IT’S FREAKING SHIMA

Shima is marrying them,

she’s the officiator or whatever you call the person that does the talking

Oh by the way

Ranka does walk Haruhi down the aisle

Nobody is tearing up, but they’re making faces like they’re about to

By the end of the ceremony everyone is sniffling a bit and tearing up

Tamaki cries during his vows

Haruhi cries during hers

But they do make eachother giggle all cutesy like

Through tears of course

Tamaki’s vows go like this

“So I wasn’t really sure what to say

But i guess no one ever is.

When I thought about what I could say to you,

I only grew worried of all of the things that I could do wrong.

But I don’t want to do anything wrong by you,

so I made a list of what I expect of myself

from now until death do us part.”

And so he lists all these things and babbles on for a WHILE

It’s really cute

Haruhi’s vows are similarly cute.

She’s also crying a little at this point from Tamaki’s vows

“I’m not sure I’ll be able to top that.”

Everyone laughs

“But what I promise to you...”

She pauses and like really looks Tamaki in the eye

oooh she’s serious

“Is to always love you in the ways I know how.

I cannot promise to always be perfect for you

Nor always be what you want or need.

That’s not realistic.

But I can promise you that I will never feel different about you.

The way I feel about you now is exactly how I felt during that moment in high school.

That moment when I realized I really, really loved you.

Whether I avidly wanted to or not.

Because honestly, Tamaki, I thought you were an arrogant, surface-level, kind-of-dense guy when I first met you.”

Laughter again

“I thought that for a while.

But I am confident that you will always be love-able to me.

Because no matter where I am

or what I’m doing,

I know I’m happier if you’re there.

And that will never change.

Before I met you, I was always content

But I was never truly happy the way I am with you and all of our friends.

You have taught me how to love with my whole heart.

I never knew how to do that before.

I thought I did

But you taught me that there was more

There’s always more we can do to show we love someone.

So, Tamaki, I promise to keep doing that which you taught me.

I promise to not only love you, but to always show it.”

Oh my goodness they’re all bawling now

So they do the ring and ‘I do’ thing

you know the drill

they’re tearing up, blushing, staring at each other

Shima says, “You may now kiss the bride”

It’s lowkey just a peck

They’re kind of awkward lol

Then they walk down the aisle with arms around each other

Everyone claps and cheers

The twins whistle

Renge gives like a “wooo”

Ranka and Anne-Sophie are tearing up

The reception is just this really fun party

Big old dance floor

Yumalicious food

Giant tuna

All 9 of them that stood up there (plus Kasanoda bc of Mei) sit at a table together in the center of all of the other tables.

They all have dinner

Then they all just dance and stuff

idk you can imagine

They leave in a car that has a ribbon tied to it saying “Just Married”

Everybody blows bubbles as they walk out

They go straight to the Suoh Mansion

Because Haruhi didn’t want to move in there until they got married

They leave for their honeymoon the next day

I like to think they’d go to Paris

They’ve travelled a lot of places together before

And they can certainly go to any cool place later too

So they go to Paris because

# itisthecityoflove

They just spend like a week or so there

And they visit museums

And visit the Eiffel Tower

Tamaki tells Haruhi stories about his childhood trips he probably took to Paris

It’s very chill and cute

Exactly their collaborative style

Married Life and on

They continue living their lives together

Haruhi is a lawyer

Tamaki heads Suoh Corp

Tamaki works equally beside his father for a while

But then his father retires after a decade or so

Kind of early

He does it to spend time with Anne-Sophie the way they didn’t get to before

Once Tamaki is head it becomes more of a group thing

He makes sure that he’s not the only one making decisions

So he can spend time with his family <3

I think Haruhi would end up becoming a lawyer for Suoh Corp

Specifically when Shizuru steps down

She’d be on that sort of board of directors under Tamaki’s regime

Tamaki would want her to be around anyway

I actually think it may line up that Shizuru retires after all his granchildren are born

So it makes sense for Haruhi to step in

Because yes they have some children

They have like 2 or maybe 3

And they’re born a couple years apart just so they can really focus on one baby at a time

Because babies are difficult and time consuming

And they want to like really be there for their kids

Tamaki is a really great dad

And Haruhi is an amazing mom

Their first kid (no gender applied) is calm like Haruhi

The second is an attention lover like Tamaki

It balances out well

And Haruhi’s really patient with them

Tamaki is great at conversing with them

Their third kid would probably be significantly younger than the first two

Like a 3-5 year age gap instead of two

Idk I just feel like they’d want it this way?

Like they’d let the first two grow up a little

Get out of toddlerhood

Before they have another

Because Haruhi needs a break from childbirth too

But it was also just a decision made a little later

Random Headcanons for the years beyond

They travel a lot

With their kids

their kids go to Ouran

Haruhi and Tamaki are both on the board there

Ranka and Shizue often watch the kids for them when they work

Shizuru and Anne-Sophie do when they can

I’d like to think they spend most of the year living together in France

But they visit Japan frequently

Tamaki, Haruhi, and their kids visit France frequently too

Tamaki and Haruhi retire together

In their early 60s

Tamaki and Haruhi technically still own Suoh, but he elects a group of people that does all the work to run it

Yeah btw both their names are on the official ownership or whatever

It’s called Suoh

But Tamaki and Haruhi Suoh

Idk that’s all I’ve got

They’re just living happily ever after

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sports-and-fandoms · 1 year ago

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PSA: Im not too familiar with tyler and kate gossip, this is just what people have told me lol so take this with a grain of salt.

PSA pt2: this is very long, im sorry

Kate basically became kinda obsessed with tyler as a pre-teen/teen. She had fan accounts about him and they actually met when she was 14-ish, or so they say. There’s a pic, but we dont know her age. She looks about 14.

They started dating when she was about 19-20 tho her age is a matter of debate. They were VERY on/off. It is rumoured, and there is some convincing evidence, that her friends ran anonymous accounts on twt asking (read: pressuring) tyler to reveal their relationship when they were in the secret-ish stage. This was very early on. There are some screenshots and it’s actually quite messed up… actually, i remember seeing some tweets from burner accounts from before their relationship trying to get tyler’s attention so he would date her lol

Took these from @/femcel george costanza on twt bc im too lazy to look them up lol

I just read a twt thread about how she convinced her family to leave boston to follow tyler to dallas when he was traded (for allegedly the reasons i mentioned above)

It would seem she followed a bunch of Dallas players and tyler to try and figure out where he lived (before they started dating).

Kate has also “accidentally” leaked Tyler’s home address forcing him to move. Tyler’s family, mostly his sisters, hate kate’s guts. Same w/ Jamie Benn but he doesn’t matter bc screw him lol she also basically forced her way into the wags group before her and tyler were a thing.

Tyler has cheated on her A LOT. He had a “bat signal” where he’d basically post a picture of himself and his location on his story and get girls that way. What can I say, the man’s a slut lol

Anyway, they broke up in 2021 (timing is unclear) and then bam, a few months later, around Christmas of 2021, they got back together. They got engaged a couple of months later, i think it was like exactly a year ago lol, and announced it with the fakest engagement video/pictures ever. He gave her a 200k engagement ring. Funniest thing about it was that he had gone home to be with his family during the summer break either before or right after the engagement (my memory is shit lol) and left her in texas lmao You’d think he’d bring the woman he sees himself marrying home with him… oh well. Rumour has it, he slept with a bunch of women then too

Unrelated to kate:

Tyler got his ass thrown outta boston for his partying and for allegedly sleeping with a wag or two and/or one of the coaching staff’s wife.

Tyler’s famous “only steers and queers in Texas and im not a cow” tweet started rumours about his sexuality. Idc, the man can do and be what he wants, but he loves to get his twerk on with brad marchand and that’s about the best thing i’ve ever seen! Truly elite behaviour

Lastly, about the plantation pics lmao They went to someone’s wedding and those people got married on a plantation and tyler/kate took pics there with graves in the bg.

Oof! That’s about it, i think lol

PLEASE. I just found out Tyler Seguin got married and twt is so funny about this. Are people just finding out Kate is lowkey a stalker and Tyler cheated on her multiple times (BAT SIGNAL???) and Tyler has slept with 2 teammates’ wives (may-haps a coach’s wife too? 🧐Why do you think he was express shipped out of Boston basically seconds after winning a cup???) and that Tyler is either bi, gay, or just a homophobe?

Where have y’all been for the last 10 years???

Anyway, this is hilarious esp after the plantation pics fiasco

#nhl #hockey #tyler seguin #kate kirchof

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danoscigarette · 2 years ago

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Eli Sunday x f!Reader

Chapter I - My Body is a Cage

Summary: A young girl and her religious family move to Little Boston - the only problem is the reader is faithless. With no other choice, her family turns to the likes of a young pastor to rekindle the lord’s flame and penetrate her with the Holy Spirit.

Warnings: misogyny, nothing too heavy right now, religious trauma, eventual smut so 18+

A/N: Just a warning,,,,I haven’t even watched There Will Be Blood yet but I’ve found myself on Eli Sunday TikTok and I had to write this up 🥵 I did look up the plot though, so I spoiled the movie for a bit of smut - Its just who I am. - Also sorry if there are any inaccuracies in this, just overlook them 😌

I have a lot of religious trauma and this may be projected through this fan fiction. I will also update any tags if necessary!

Also I am still writing my Riddler x Reader, this little fic is what I have written between chapters so if you are having some Paul Dano brain rot - check out my longer fic: Riddle Me Witch

AFAB reader using she/her pronouns

Christ, the Lord Saviour was sent to Earth by his Heavenly Father to die for humanity's sins. This is the word that was drummed into you since you left the womb, the word that continues to ring in your ear at church and the word that you will be buried to. Religion to you was a dictation and an oppressor, especially to a young woman like you in a time such as this. 1911, a mere decade past the turn of the century and women were still held tight by religion's iron grip; this continuous mistreatment erupted into a storm within you.

The youngest of 3, your family were simple church going folk; the almost idyllic image of a good Christian household. You however, were the exception. Called a spoiled brat by most, hysterical by others, you internally spat at the floor whenever you heard the word of the 'Lord'. Your disdain for the Christian religion eventually lead you to lose your faith completely. You'd ask questions, something which was a 'no-no' in your household, making blasphemous remarks and even mocked the Bible. Your poor family tried their best to tame you, to teach you, to brain wash you to no avail.

It came as a detriment to them, you were always chaperoned in case you misspoke in public, not that you were stupid enough to do that considering it was a punishable offence. Other than church, your parents had kept you away from formal functions and parties - especially events that included alcohol. If you weren’t already bold, the alcohol certainly brought out your passionate anti-religious speeches.

Another issue your parents had was being unable to marry you off to some good man. All you encounter were either stupid, cowardly or had zero tolerance to your headstrong personality. Things became worse when your father died; he at least used to keep you in check. You'd allow no man to dominate you, no man would dare. Even at both of your sisters wedding, the gentlemen who'd approach you would soon turn on their heel and run head fast away from you - and you liked it this way. You could be independent forever, the master of your own life.

That was until your mother remarried. You kept out of your family's business for the most part so your mother finding love again was the least of your worries; that was the case before discovering your step-father, Joe and his plans. He wishes to move you and your family to a place called Little Boston, California. Apparently, being a young girl in her 20s and unmarried was quite the unfortunate state of events - your family's reputation was at stake. If you had chased away all of the men in your town then god see to it that he will find you a husband in another.

The idea sprung to mind when your step-father was offered a job out there which promised oil. Your mother and him thought it be a great idea to place you in a different, more enclosed environment - to break your spirit down, make you vulnerable and willing to accept Jesus and be a meek woman like a good baptised lady should. Needless to say, you weren't thrilled by the idea. And by that, you threw a fit of rage. You might have been the dark sheep of the family, but in your home town you had the community, you had friends and even a chance at a future for yourself.

You understood completely why they wanted to take you, fuck the oil job, they were punishing you into submission. Your family dragged you kicking and screaming to Little Boston, no amount of comforting words sated your fury. But here you are, sat in your new house, in your new bedroom, sulking into a chair and staring out the window. It was an almost barren land, the sky stretched on for miles and the noise was quiet, too quiet; you enjoyed peace but this, this was eery.

Your eyes hung heavy, bags from lack of sleep and dried tears, you looked a wreck. The population in this god forsaken town was stupidly small and the combined IQ even smaller; no doubt full of religious and uneducated nut jobs considering a school has not yet been built. Your punishment.

The pressure built in your bones, rage rampant in your chest and head full of thoughts that could shame your family for generations. You could feel your whole body shake, how dare they do this to you, cornering you like an animal.

It had been 3 days since you moved in and you hadn't spoken a word to anyone, staying in your room you refused to engage with your oppressors. That was until you saw a group of people approach your house, you look down and notice a young girl and three men; two who were quite obviously identical twins. Staying out of sight, you listen to your step-fathers interaction with them - it was them welcoming your family to the community and that you should pay the "Sunday's" a visit for dinner.

As they walked away, you stayed staring out at the window, catching another glimpse of the party; in doing so, one of the twins had turned back and noticed you. For a split second you considered hiding but instead, you held eye contact with him - an interesting looking fellow dressed all in black and wearing a cross around his neck; another religious nut. Even so, you couldn't help but stare, even when he turned around and carried on walking, you watched him disappear with his family.

"Y/N..." you hear a knock at the door, turning to it, you accept their entrance to see your mother. Despite feeling immense anger, your mother held an air of comfort, especially when you are feeling emotional. It's almost as if the more you feel, the less strong-willed you felt. "How are you doing darlin'?" She comes to sit on the bed close enough to place a hand on your lap. You hesitatingly take it in yours, playing with her fingers lightly.

"Well, I have made my thoughts quite clear" you begin, raising an eyebrow. "But I am surprised at how lovely the weather is" it was the only thing you could really say that was positive. As much as you wanted to keep your wilful persona, you mother occasionally brought out the softer side of you; she had been through a lot as it is and you knew how much of a nuisance you could be towards her.

"Isn't it just lovely?" Your mother had a sweet Texan accent, it was gentle and dainty, much like her as a person. "I would say that would be mighty fine to explore this place, wouldn't you?"

You don't respond at first, calming yourself before answering. Your mother was really trying with you and you wouldn't forgive yourself for shouting at her so soon upon arrival. "Perhaps we can walk about the town once we are all settled"

"Oh Y/N!" Your mother threw her arms around you with a squee, you welcomed her with cautious affection; you really didn't want to explore (not that there was much to explore anyway) but you wanted to meet her part way at least. "Okay but first, we had a little visit from our neighbours, they wish to host a dinner for us as a little welcome! Now waddaya say?"

'No' was the thought that came to mind, you give her an unsure expression. "They could be crooks mama" you doubt it, but anything to put your mother off you'll say.

"Oh don't be silly Y/N, the Sundays are a reputable family they mean no 'arm. The two sons are also unaccounted for" she gives you a cheeky wink, you pull a grimace in return.

"Don't even think about it Ma"

Oh but she did, and she does. Your mother gives you her best puppy dog eyes and holds your hand close to her chest.

"Fine" you exhale out, your mother reaches in for another aggressive hug. You feel slightly defeated, but getting to know the community may help you gage what kind of company you'll be sharing in the future.

"This will be a delightful occasion, but my my Y/N you look like you could do with a week's rest!"

"Will you let me rest for that long?"

"And miss church? I don't think so"

And that was that, you had agreed to a dinner party. You could kick yourself with how quickly you allowed yourself to be convinced to engage in any of your family's shenanigans. But there you were, a Saturday night in June, putting on your forget-me-not blue dress to meet the Sunday family. You hadn't intended on looking particularly nice for this mystery family, however, there was a side of you that wanted to look so good that you'd be intimidating; but then again, you didn't want to look like a common whore either.

"Oh Miss Y/N you look like the prettiest peach in spring" you hear a soft feminine voice chirp. Turning towards the door, you see Vi and Elizabeth, your sisters, poking their head through the frame; grins plastered on their faces.

"Get out of here" you joke, waving your hands to shoo them away.

"Ah come on sis, we're all waiting on ya!" Liz pulls at your arm

"And you will wait even longer" You try to slap Liz's hand away to no avail. Violet and Elizabeth are already married women, Violet being the eldest already had a child on the way. Their husbands Mark and Jason were also (conveniently) offered the job to work with your step-father and decided to move to Little Boston as well.

"Come here, we got a surprise for you" Violet spins you in front of your mirror. "Now please, don't take it off I know what you're like" she wraps a gold chain around your neck, hanging from it was a delicate cross. Your eyes widened.

"Vi! I can't accept this...I don't-"

"Hush now, we are eating with the first family to greet us. We at least have to make a good impression"

You give in, once again; perhaps the new environment had softened you (though you blamed your sleep deprivation) and accepted it. You couldn't lie though, it was a very pretty necklace, whether it was a religious symbol or not.

Walking down the stairs, you could see your mother marvel up at you, she looked like she was on the verge of tears. 'It's not exactly my wedding day' you grumble to yourself. Jason and your step-father Joe had far too much work on their hands to attend any fancy meal, so you it was just you, your sisters, Mark and your mother to attend.

Arriving at the Sunday's house, you are greeted by a young man with a friendly face; this was Paul Sunday. Upon entry he shook all of your hands and you all each gave him a polite smile; except for you - you smiled but it was more civil than it was warm.

"So this is us" Paul spread his arms out to show off his family. "This is my little sister, Mary, my father Abel, my mother Ruth and" finally he waves his hand in his brothers direction. "This is my brother, Eli"

You hold your breath as you look at him, up close he was far more…intense than he was through your window. It astonished you to his likeness of his twin brother except, he was different somehow. More refined perhaps.

'Eli' you repeat in your mind, you notice the same obnoxious cross he wore around his neck. You dismiss all curiosity and enforce those walls again; you may be here for food, but you weren't about to make friends.

"Well hello everyone! This is my family! We have my 3 beautiful daughters, Violet, Elizabeth (and her husband Mark) and Y/N" Your mother reaches out her hand in your direction, you give a little wave with an awkward smile that clearly shows you didn’t want to be there.

Your eyes return to Eli, he is full on staring at you which kind of creeped you out a little. You give him another polite smile before your family take their seats around a table. There were many a pleasant conversation shared amongst the families, you remained silent throughout except for whenever there was a question directed at you. Apparently, Eli was the pastor at the local church, you force yourself not to say anything at this, you just sat there and listened to the drivel about how religion is important blah blah blah.

Neither you or Eli had spoken directly, occasionally exchanging in a few glances here and there. You could feel your palms sweating just thinking about looking at him for longer than a few seconds; for some reason this pipsqueak had made you feel on edge and you couldn't pinpoint why. The dinner continued on, you didn't like to admit it, but the food was actually delicious and far exceeded that of your family's rations for the last few days.

"So tell me Y/N, what's a sweet thang like you doin' unmarried?" Abel asks, you almost chocked on your food. Your mother turns towards you sympathetically and then back to the rest of the party.

"My littl'un has had some trouble over the years..."

"Trouble how?" Paul pushes, the air is thick at this point. You could almost read the room's mind, you look to either Paul or Eli, both of them were also unmarried. You definitely didn't like where this was potentially going.

Before your mother could speak you sit up straight in your seat and pick up your glass of wine. "No man could tame the horse as one could say" you let out a short laugh, the first laugh since you arrived at this cursed place.

"What- what she means to say is that she hasn't found anyone on her level" you mother tried explaining, she at least didn't put you down. "Most of the men where we come from ain't too kind to her fiery nature y'see"

“Nothing wrong with a free spirit” Ruth answered plainly, giving you a sympathetic smile

“There isn’t…but its not a…desirable quality when it comes to finding a suitor” Your mother rubs the back of her neck

“Mama” you disgruntled under your breath, placing a warning hand on her leg. There were a few moments of silence before Abel coughs into his fist.

“I see, I’m sure a bit of Little Boston’s fresh air will do you some good”

“Here here” you mother chimes in, raising a glass before taking a sip of wine. You lean back in your chair in a sulk, the heat of humiliation rising to your face.

"I see you are a lady of faith" Eli finally spoke to you, gesturing to your cross. You blink at him for a moment before realising your necklace.

"I-"

"She is a little hesitant towards religion but she is of the faith, yes" your mother spoke for you once more, panic painfully obvious in her voice.

"Then perhaps she should visit one of my sermons, I do them every Sunday"

“I’ll vouch for my son, he is really very good. I was the pastor for a while before Eli here took over” Abel added

“That sounds like an excellent idea, reinstall those good Christian values we were brought up on” Liz strokes your arm encouragingly, you really wanted to die in that moment.

You purse your lips, really biting your tongue at this point. How you wanted to rant and rave about how ridiculous it all is, but you subsided your anger however, got to keep up with appearances and all that.

"We shall see" were your only words, and they remained your only words for the rest of the evening. Eli personally saw to it a challenge, being a man of God and having so many rely on him sky rocketed his ego; if he could persuade you in any form, he would see it as his greatest achievement.

The rest of the evening was fine, an awkwardness hung in the air but it was manageable. All you wanted to do was escape this place, going somewhere on your own and live as a hermit for the rest of your life. Little Boston was nothing like your home town, the weather may be nice but you honestly couldn't say anything good about it.

#paul dano #danocel #danonation #eli sunday #Eli Sunday x reader #there will be blood #Eli Sunday Paul dano

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liaromancewriter · 2 years ago

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24 28

Thanks for the ask! Wasn't sure if you wanted a specific pairing, so I did both of them. From this list.

24. Reaction to being flirted with?

Cassie: She is quite oblivious to flirtations in the majority of cases. I answered this in detail previously in this post and this second follow-up one.

Ethan: He knows women are flirting with him every single time and finds it annoying or amusing, depending on his mood. Most of the time it’s annoying and he gives them the patented Dr. Ramsey stare.

Max: Before Sienna, he had a reputation for being a playboy and is naturally flirtatious (much like his sister). He was amused by flirtations, and if the interest was there on both sides he was happy to pursue it. Except at work where he has a strict policy to not mix business with pleasure.

After Sienna, he still notices the flirtation attempts but will ignore them or just tell the person he’s married and not interested, often tapping his wedding ring to reinforce the point.

Sienna: Before Wayne, Sienna was feisty and happy to flirt back. After moving to Boston, she started to struggle with her self-esteem for a long time and didn’t really see herself as desirable compared to her friends (Cassie, Jackie, Bryce). But Max showed her how much he was attracted to her physically and emotionally, and she loves flirting with him. They flirt with each other most of the time, both on text and in person. It’s their thing and their family and friends are well used to it.

28. Are they good at planning dates (romantic or platonic)?

Cassie: She’s always planning dates with her friends and with Ethan. And she’s definitely good at it.

Ethan: Yes, he is. He’ll surprise Cassie with romantic dates, and they always have a good time.

Max: He’s really good at planning in general and dates fall within that category. Picnic indoors or under the night sky, a night out on the town. It’s all about making it special and memorable.

Sienna: At the beginning with Max, she wasn’t sure how to plan something amazing because he’s done everything. But she soon realized how easygoing he is and she got very good at planning quiet romantic moments for the two of them.

Character Asks: @trappedinfanfiction @jerzwriter @rookiemartin @coffeeheartaddict2 @quixoticdreamer16 @dorisz @lucy-268 @a-crepusculo @queencarb @crazy-loca-blog @ofmischiefandmedicine

#ask and answered #ethan ramsey #sienna trinh #ethan ramsey x cassie valentine #sienna trinh x max valentine

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nerdzzone · 3 years ago

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The Aftermath

Summary: Dealing with the fall out of their first night together isn’t easy for Whitney Taylor or Chris Evans, but given the complicated results of their frivolous activities, it isn’t something they can avoid forever.

Chris Evans x OFC

Part One: Luckless Romance

Note: I was originally going to leave Luckless Romance as a one shot, but I had some requests for a part two. I had it all planned out in my head anyway so I figured I’d write it up to explain more of where our two lovely character’s heads were at!

Please let me know your thoughts! Or if there’s any other parts of their story that you’d like to hear about!

_____

When Chris woke up, the first thing he noticed was the throbbing in his head.

The second thing he noticed was the warm body curled into his side.

His initial reaction to that sensation was confusion, but as the events of the night before quickly came back to him, he was filled with an unignorable sense of dread.

He'd fucked up.

He'd spent a year burying his feelings for her to protect their friendship and all it took was a few drinks and flirtatious remarks for him to risk it all. He cared for her, there was no doubt about that, but he knew she didn't feel the same way. Clearly, she was at least attracted to him, but he'd hazard a guess that her loneliness was the driving factor in why she'd chosen to indulge in the activities they'd partaken in a few hours earlier. She’d had no luck in the dating scene, so she'd settled for him and now, when she woke up, she'd break his heart.

She didn't want him.

She didn't want the life that he could offer.

She'd made it clear that she found the world of Hollywood exhausting when she'd talked about her discontent with living in L.A. and that was a world he couldn't escape from. Plus, his fans had given her a hard enough time when she was just a close friend. If she was to become something more, they would tear her apart. He didn't want that for her and he knew that she didn't want that kind of hassle in her life either.

But he couldn't stand to hear her say it. He never did well with rejection and rejection from this woman - who he knew was absolutely perfect for him - was more than he could handle.

So, after carefully extracting himself from her grasp without waking her, he left.

He felt sleezy and awful not even saying goodbye, but he needed to quiet the noise in his brain before he could face her and he figured she would probably appreciate his absence. He knew firsthand how awkward it was to let down a one night stand the morning after so, really, he was sparing her just as much as he was protecting himself.

The heat outside was stifling already and made Chris realize just how desperate he was for something to quench his thirst. They'd drunk more than he normally did and he was feeling the effects. Perhaps that was why his mind was so fuzzy and unable to process what had happened, but he figured it was a safe bet that he could pin that on his anxiety.

And there were only two people who had much luck soothing him when his mind started racing: his mother and his brother.

He knew his mother would be disappointed in him if he told her what happened. He'd poured his heart out to her several times about the confliction he felt with his feelings for Whitney, he dreaded to think what she would say about him finally doing something about those feelings in such a reckless way and he was definitely too hungover to deal with her reaction to how he'd handled things that morning.

So, that left Scott.

Pulling out his phone, he glanced at the time and cringed. It wasn't even six thirty yet and with it being a Sunday there was a good chance that Scott was in a worse post-inebriated state than he was, but he took a chance and hit 'call'.

It took a few rings, but eventually Scott answered, his voice still groggy from sleep.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Scott," Chris greeted him as he crossed the street. He needed to flag down a cab to get home, but figured the quiet park across from Whitney's apartment was a better place for this conversation. No extra ears listening in. "I fucked up."

"Chris, it's not even seven o'clock in the morning. How badly could you have fucked anything up this early?"

He sounded tired and Chris felt bad, but he needed someone to talk to.

"I slept with Whitney."

There was a moment of silence before Scott let out a cheer.

"Finally!" He practically squealed, but then he paused as he took in what Chris had said. "Wait, how did you fuck up? Did you not use your best moves?"

"What? No, nothing like that," Chris' brow furrowed in annoyance. "I fucked up by sleeping with her at all. She's one of my best friends, Scott, and now that's ruined. It’ll never be the same, if she even wants anything to do with me now."

"Did she not seem happy about it? What did she say when you left?"

"Nothing," Chris admitted. "I left this morning before she woke up."

There was a moment of silence as Scott processed his brother's words.

"Okay, I'm starting to see where you fucked up. You shouldn't have done that."

"No, I fucked up by sleeping with her!"

Chris' tone was snappy and uncalled for, but his headache was getting worse by the minute and he was feeling exasperated enough without Scott's judgment.

"Alright, alright, calm down," Scott sighed. "If you want my honest opinion, I think you're overreacting. You two have always had a 'will they won't they' vibe about you. She's clearly just as interested in you as you are in her."

"Why 'clearly'?" Chris questioned. "She's never acted like she sees me as more than a friend."

"Uh, yes, she has. She blushes and giggles like a schoolgirl every time you compliment her, she practically drools at the sight of you and listens with hearts in her eyes whenever you talk. She's got it just as bad as you do."

"Don't do that," Chris groaned. "Don't put ideas in my head that aren't true."

"It is true. I wouldn't lie to you about that," Scott insisted. "I think this is just your anxiety talking. Go back to her place before she wakes up, hear what she has to say and go from there. She might surprise you."

"I'll think about it," Chris lied, knowing already that he couldn't face going back. "Thanks for answering. I'll let you get back to bed."

"Don't mention it," Scott assured him. "I know you're stressed now, but I'm happy for you. It's about time the two of you came to your senses."

Chris smiled despite his disbelief in what Scott had said. He laughed it off and said his goodbyes before walking towards the nearest road to catch a cab.

He saw Whitney's message a few hours later, but he ignored it. He needed to get his head straight and steel himself for however she chose to let him down before he would be ready to talk to her.

It took days for him to get to the point of acceptance, but she never messaged him again. So, working on the assumption that she was relieved by his silence or didn't care enough to demand any explanations, he got on a plane and headed back to Massachusetts with plans to spend the next few months drowning his sorrows and pushing her from his mind.

Three Weeks Later

My period was late.

For the last ten years of my life, my period had arrived with impressive reliability and now, a few weeks after having unprotected sex, my period was late.

It didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on. There was no doubt in my mind that I was pregnant.

"It's not that easy to get pregnant," Hannah insisted as we sat in my living room, counting down the minutes until the pregnancy test would be ready. "A lot of people who actually want to get pregnant have to try for months before it happens. It seems super unlikely that you'd get pregnant from a random one night stand."

"Yeah, but it does happen to plenty of women," I pointed out. "And knowing my luck, I would get knocked up by a man who then flees the state without another word."

Hannah winced as I paced in front of her.

"Still haven't heard anything, then?"

"Nope, nothing," I sighed. "I haven't reached out again, but he made himself pretty clear by leaving before I woke up and then ignoring my text."

"I just don't get it. He was so obviously into you. I would have bet money that you two would live happily ever after."

"You did bet money," I reminded her. "I'm still waiting for that thousand dollars you promised me."

"You didn't accept!" She smiled. "I owe you nothing!"

While I didn't really expect her to pay me, I was going to argue the point, but the timer we'd set for the test went off and snapped our focus back to the task at hand.

"Oh god," I groaned. "You read it. I can't deal with this."

Hannah nodded and carefully picked up the little stick before looking up at me with a grin.

"It's negative!"

I felt a wave of relief, but it was quickly replaced with doubt. I felt like I was pregnant. My period was late for the first time in years, I'd had sex without a condom and I was nauseous and my boobs hurt. It seemed too good to be true that it was all some kind of coincidence.

"What? Are you sure?"

"Yeah!" Hannah smiled. "There's two lines!"

Her words hit me like a truck as my stomach dropped.

"Hannah, two lines means positive."

"No, it doesn't," she insisted, reaching for the box. The fall of the smile on her face told me all I needed to know before she even spoke again. "Shit. Sorry, babe. You're pregnant."

I let out a groan as I flopped onto the couch next to her.

"This is a nightmare."

"Shall I get my shotgun?"

I raised an eyebrow at my friend.

"What?"

"For a shotgun wedding?"

I laughed at that suggestion, but shook my head.

"No, I don't want him to be forced into anything."

"Well, what are you going to do?"

"I don't know," I admitted. "It doesn't really seem real yet."

"Are you going to tell him?"

I looked down at my still flat stomach and nodded my head.

"Yeah, I'll have to. I know it's still new, but I want to keep it so he'll have to know," I sighed. "If he even answers my calls."

"He will," she assured me. "Or we'll fly out to Boston and you can tell him after I kick his ass."

The image that statement conjured in my mind pulled another laugh from my lips as I felt an overwhelming wave of appreciation for my friend. I knew that no matter what, she was in my corner and that was a comforting thought even in the midst of all the uncertainty that was swirling around me.

"Thanks, Hannah," I smiled. "I really appreciate all your support."

"Of course," she reached out to squeeze my shoulder. "Are you going to call him now?"

"No, I think I'll do it later," I informed her. "I want to wrap my head around it a little bit first."

"That's probably sensible," she agreed as a grin slid onto her face. "Wow, you're gonna have a baby, Whit. I know it's scary, but that's really cool."

"Cool isn't the word that I'd use. Try absolutely terrifying."

My earlier smile was still on my face despite my bleak words as I thought about what she'd said. It was somewhat good news. Definitely worrying, especially given my situation with Chris, but I'd always wanted to have kids so it would have been a lie for me to say that I wasn't at least a little bit intrigued by the idea.

When Hannah left my house, about an hour after we read the test, I planned on taking some time to fully comprehend the news before I shared it with Chris. However, almost as soon as I closed the door behind my friend, I remembered the time difference. Chris was three hours ahead of me which meant that even though it was only five o'clock for me, it was already eight o'clock where he was.

I felt the anxiety bubbling in my stomach as soon as I came to that realization because I knew that if I wanted to call him that day, I had to do it right away and if I didn’t call him soon, I was worried I’d lose the nerve.

I took a deep breath and went straight for my phone, dialing his number before I could change my mind, but I was crushed when he didn't answer. I waited a few minutes and then tried again, but still, there was no answer and I let out a growl of frustration as I frantically typed out a text.

Hey. Call me as soon as you can. It's important.

I paced around my apartment, the reality of the situation starting to creep in now that he, once again, seemed to be rejecting me.

I didn't want to tell him news like this over the phone, but I'd seen the paparazzi pictures of him arriving at the airport in Boston so I knew that I had no other choice. However, if he wasn't even going to answer my calls, I'd have to get the news to him another way. My mind immediately started racing with all the possible ways I might have to break the news to him as the panic of potentially having to do this alone started to rise.

But luckily, all those concerns were irrelevant when my phone lit up with Chris' name on the screen.

"Hey," I answered quickly before he had the chance to change his mind and hang up. "Thanks for calling."

There was a moment of silence before he replied.

"Sure," he kept his tone cool and steady, but there was an underlying tension. "What's up?"

The sound of his voice brought tears to my eyes. This was it. This was the make or break moment and I felt my palms start to sweat as it hit me just how devastated I'd be if it didn't go well.

"I, uh, I don’t really want to tell you this over the phone, but I guess I don’t really have much choice," I started. "I got some news today that you have a right to know."

It seemed obvious to me what I would be hinting at considering our current situation and the silence that followed my words led me to believe that he had a pretty good idea what I was going to say. When he stayed quiet, wordlessly waiting for me to continue, I took a deep breath and dove in.

“I’m pregnant.”

I hadn't thought much about how I was going to tell him, but I figured there was probably a better way than blurting it out that bluntly. I cringed slightly at my harsh delivery as his silence was almost immediately broken and he started spluttering and stuttering, stumbling over his words until he managed to blurt out one clear sentence.

"Is it mine?"

A burst of anger flashed through me at such a suggestion.

"Yes! Oh my God, Chris, of course it's yours!" I insisted. "How many people do you think I've slept with in the last month?"

Maybe he thinks you're a slut, the voice in my head taunted me. Maybe that's why he left without a word.

That thought was enough to get the tears flowing and, when Chris didn’t answer my question, I let out a sob. I covered my mouth to hopefully stifle the sound, but I knew he heard it loud and clear.

"Shit, Whitney," he sighed. "That was a dumb thing to say. You just caught me off guard."

"Well, how do you think I feel?" I hissed. "I'm scared, Chris. What are we going to do?"

This time there was no hesitation before he answered.

"I'll get the first flight out tomorrow morning," he informed me. "We can talk about it then."

"Okay," I sniffled. "I'm sorry."

"No need to be sorry," he assured me. "It's just as much my fault as it is yours."

My emotions were overwhelming me by that point and I stayed quiet, knowing I'd fall apart if I opened my mouth to speak, but Chris didn't let the silence last too long this time.

"Are you, uh, are you gonna keep it?" He asked, sounding heartbreakingly similar to a small child asking his parents if he could keep the stray dog he'd brought home. "It's your call, but I'm behind you one hundred percent."

"I am going to keep it," I told him quietly. "But you only have to be as involved as you want to be."

"I want to be very involved," Chris answered quickly before letting out a sharp laugh. "Fuck, I'm gonna be a dad."

The sound of more laughter floated through the phone after that realization, but I couldn't tell if it was giddy or hysterical.

"You are," I agreed, feeling some relief from his reaction despite how complicated I knew things would be. "But we can talk about it all when you're here. If you really don't mind coming back."

"Not at all, this is important." He assured me. "I'll be there as soon as I can. I'll text you with the details as soon as I know."

"Okay, thank you."

He insisted that I didn't need to thank him before we quickly wrapped up the conversation.

There was a lot to say and a lot to discuss, but it wasn’t something to be talked about it over the phone. We needed to discuss it in person once we'd both had time to understand exactly what it meant.

And we needed to figure out what the hell we were going to do about us.

I thought having almost twenty-four hours to compose my thoughts would make things easier, but as I waited for Chris to get to my apartment I still had a lot of questions and concerns

But I had decided one thing for certain: we were better off as friends.

When we were friends, he didn't ignore my calls. When we were friends, he didn't run out of my apartment without saying goodbye. When we were friends, he hadn't broken my heart because I never gave him the chance. I was frustrated by his behaviour since the night we spent together and it made me angry. When I thought about it too hard, it made my blood boil and I wanted to tear a strip off of him for making me feel so used. When we were friends, I'd never felt more than a hint of annoyance towards him.

So, the only solution as far as I could see, was for us to stay just friends.

That would prevent any more heightened emotions and if we didn't do it that way, I would end up resentful and bitter. I didn't have much experience with children, but even I knew that those feelings would create a very toxic relationship for raising a child.

Which is why, as soon as he stepped into my apartment, I was on the defensive.

"I think we both know that we're better off as friends," I blurted out before the door was even shut behind him. "What happened was a mistake and now we just have to find a way to work together as friends."

Chris looked surprised, which I found surprising, but he recovered quickly and nodded his head. I'd be lying if I said that wasn't bittersweet. I didn't have the energy to argue with him, but part of me was definitely hoping that he'd put up a bit more of a fight.

"Yeah, I think you're right," he agreed after a moment of thought before changing the subject. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine," I shrugged. "A bit nauseous and very emotional, but nothing I can't handle so far."

"Good, that's good," Chris smiled. "Have you been to a doctor yet?"

"No, not yet. I have an appointment tomorrow."

"Can I-" Chris paused to clear his throat, looking nervous. "Can I come?"

I felt my heart flutter at the thought of him caring enough to want to come to a doctor's appointment, but I shut those feelings down as fast as they popped up. He cared for the baby, not for me.

"Sure," I nodded. "But it won't be very interesting. I think it's mostly just checking all my basic information so they can keep track and probably some blood tests and vitamin recommendations."

"Doesn't matter," Chris insisted. "I want to be there for it all. We're in this together."

Those words brought more tears to my eyes, but I blinked them back and looked away. In a move that I wasn’t expecting, Chris noticed immediately and took the few steps needed to put him right in front of me.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

His hands settled on my arms and the way he rubbed them would have been soothing if it didn't break my heart. How could this supportive, comforting man in front of me right now be the same man who slept with me and then never called me?

"I'm just overwhelmed," I choked out. "We really fucked up, Chris. How could we be so stupid?"

"I don't know," Chris sighed. "It was a dumb mistake, but we can make the most of it. We can do this."

"I know, I know," I took a deep, shaky breath to try and pull myself together. "It's just a lot to take in and I don't think it's really hit me yet."

"It is a lot," he agreed. "Here, let's go sit down."

I let him lead me over to the couch and then flopped down on it. He sat next to me, but we stayed quiet, neither of us really knowing what to say. After a few moments of tense silence, Chris finally spoke.

"I know this might be asking a lot," he started, the hesitation in his voice making me nervous. "But would you consider moving to Massachusetts?"

It wasn't an unexpected request. I knew Chris was happier there and considered it his home and I had told him how tired I was getting of living in Los Angeles. It was probably the better place for raising a child as well. I'd heard plenty of stories about Chris' childhood and it was pretty idyllic - full of experiences that children growing up in a big city like L.A. didn't often get.

However, it meant that I would have to leave my entire support system behind. All my friends and my family would be here and I would be completely alone except for Chris - who I wasn't even in a relationship with - and a child - who was hardly going to be able to provide much emotional support.

It seemed like the best option for everyone involved except for me and I wasn't sure that was a sacrifice that I was selfless enough to make.

I realized how long his words had been hanging in the air between us as I got lost in my thoughts and my head fell into my hands with a groan.

"I don't think I'm cut out for this," I whined, tears filling my eyes again as I felt a strange mix of emotions There was plenty of regret and with that came guilt because this poor child deserved a mother that didn't dread it's existence. "I'm not mom material, Chris. I don't have the instincts."

"It's all still fresh," he reminded me. "The instinct isn't instant. But I didn't mean to upset you, if you don't want to move to Massachusetts then we'll figure it out."

"No, no, it makes the most sense," I sniffled, lifting my head to look back up at Chris. "It's just scary. I don't want to leave my family and friends and I'll have to move soon if I'm going to so I can find a doctor, it's a lot to think about right now."

"It is, but I can ask Carly about a doctor. My family will support you one hundred percent."

I forced a weak smile, but I felt more nerves bubbling in my stomach.

"Have you told them?" I asked. "Does your mom hate me? I hope she doesn't think I'm trying to take advantage of you."

"No way!" Chris insisted with a chuckle. "She gave me a very stern lecture about being responsible, but I've talked about you enough for her to know you're not some crazed fan looking for a payout."

"That's good." I breathed out a sigh of relief. I knew he was incredibly close with his mother and I didn't want her to think badly of me. "I haven't told anyone yet, except Hannah."

"Downey's gonna kill me, isn't he?"

He shot me a sheepish look as he spoke, but I shook my head.

"Nah, I think he'll be thrilled. He loves babies and he's been teasing me about us getting together since the night we met," I informed him, watching his face for a reaction to that statement. There wasn't any. "He'll probably have a bet to cash in on as soon as I tell him the news."

"Well, that's reassuring," Chris smiled. "I think we'll have enough people who'll be mad at us..."

He was clearly referring to his fans and I cringed.

"What are you going to do about that?"

He shrugged.

"What do you want me to do?"

I took a moment to think before I answered him.

"I don't want you to publicly deny that the baby is yours," I warned him, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to bear hearing that even if I knew that he really had no doubts. "But I don't care if you don't make a big announcement. We can just let people draw their own conclusions."

"Making a statement might be better. It would stop the rumours from getting out of hand. There'd be an uproar, but it would eventually die down," he pointed out. "I'll talk to my team and let you know, but you should probably make all your social media private whatever we decide."

I didn't use social media much and I definitely never posted pictures of Chris, but even so I'd felt the wrath of his fans more than once after we were spotted out together so I knew how they could be.

I nodded in response to his instructions and another silence settled between us.

My mind was racing with questions that I wanted to ask. I wanted to know why he'd left, why he hadn't called, why he'd even slept with me if he really didn't see me that way. Part of me even wanted to cry and plead with him to give me a chance, to let me show him that I was good enough to be more than a friend, but I knew I couldn't handle the rejection. Whatever his explanation would be, it wouldn't change the situation and with everything else we had to deal with, I didn't have the strength for more heartbreak too.

When Chris left almost an hour later, we had a firm plan in place.

I would try to get out of my lease - or Chris would pay whatever fee I was charged for breaking my contract - and I would move to Massachusetts by the end of the summer to stay with him. I'd argued that point at first, but his reasoning made sense. He would be in and out once they started filming the last two Avengers movies so I would have the place to myself a lot, but when he was home he'd be able to help with the baby. After the first year, when the newborn phase was done, I would get my own place and we'd work out an official custody agreement.

He promised to come to as many doctor's appointments as he could and offered to pay for absolutely everything that I needed. I assured him that wouldn't be necessary, but I appreciated that he was already committed. Many men probably would have run for the hills in our situation or, at the very least, demanded a paternity test before they made any promises, but Chris was enthusiastic and supportive and I couldn't ask for anything more.

Well, I wanted to ask for something more. I wanted us to be together - I wanted us to be making plans to be a family, not to be co-parents - but I knew that wasn't what he wanted and I was determined to accept that. I needed to focus on counting my blessings and being grateful for what I did get out of our relationship instead of focusing on what was missing and unobtainable.

Even if it broke my heart and hurt me more than the loss of any other romantic relationship I'd ever had, I was going to make the most of it for the sake of our child. It didn't ask to be born into such a messy situation and it's safety and security were quickly becoming the most important things in my life despite the fact that it was hardly more than a bundle of cells at that point.

And as that thought hit me, I realized that maybe I wasn't as lacking when it came to maternal instincts as I had thought.

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Waking Up In Vegas

Modern AU!Kenny Ackerman X Reader

A/N: What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas - this is my contribution to @boston-bakedbeans Las Vegas themed collab! I had a nice bit of fun with this one - in my mind it took the form of a mixed ‘married in vegas’, ‘waking up with a stranger’, and my dilf obsession with a sprinkle Pretty Women vibes. The latter bit, well, you can take it or leave it really.

Summary: While on a trip to Sin City with some friends, you wake up one morning in a hotel room that isn’t yours, with a wedding band on your finger that also shouldn’t be yours, next to a man you cannot even remember meeting.

Warnings: Age-gap. Implied smut. Mild Course Launguage. MC’s hungover. Hange plays the role of ‘not very helpful’ BFF.

Listening to: ‘This Is How We Do’ by Katy Perry - ‘This goes out to all you people going to bed with a 10, and waking up with a 2... Hah, not me.’

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You know what they’d say – have always said – about Vegas.

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas – it’s like heaven at night – time moves differently there – or waking up married to a stranger.

Blinking awake, you grimaced at the sunlight being shone directly into your face. Underneath you were hotel bedsheets – something you’d become familiar with over the past few nights staying in sin city. As your eyes adjusted, you noted the view out the window was not one from your hotel room – in fact this wasn’t your hotel room at all – it was somewhere a lot higher. In fact, three things stood out as alarmingly unfamiliar; the fact you had no real clothing on, the arm – and attached body that was practically on top of you - and the ring on your finger.

It was brand new to you at least, and admittedly was nice, if simple. The problem was that you had no idea where it came from, nor why it was on your wedding ring finger.

You decided to look at who you were sharing a bed with, and the sight of his face brought a few things to mind. His name was Kenny.

You remembered what he looked like – obviously – but he looked different last night. You wondered how much you drank in order to distort your vision; however, the only real difference was he looked older – handsome was a word you could still used to describe him though.

If the state of yourself right now – a little sore and very indecent – had anything to say about him, he didn’t think you looked that bad either. Or he liked your personality. He also married you, if your conclusions were drawn correctly, so.

“I can feel you staring.” his voice startled you, muffled by the pillow and riddled with a still-asleep haze. His eye opened, blinking, and he looked over at you. “It woke me up.” You scoffed, shuffling away and sitting up. Clutching the sheets to your body, a hand shot to your head as it pulsed from the sudden movement and made your vision blur. “Yeah, I am not no lightweight but the amount you drank last night would’ve been enough to make a drunkard concerned.”

“Do you ever shut up.” You mumbled, still holding your head as you sat back against the headboard. “And I doubt I drank that much, I never do.”

He snickered beside you, sitting up also and running a hand through his shaggy hair. Stretching back, his arms rested behind his head, and he mimicked your pose. Then he brought his left hand down between you.

“I’m missing a ring. You think we bought one?”

“We?” you gawked at him. “I -… This was not my idea!”

“Oh, and you remember that?” he hummed. It left you stumped for a moment, thinking, then you felt yourself pout a little before slumping back even more. Even if it was upsetting you, you were married to this man – even if that made it complicated, at least he didn’t just up and leave you right away.

“You shouldn’t tease me. You took advantage of me being so drunk I can’t remember anything.”

“Ah, no,” he tutted, looking offended, “I would never pull that kind of shit, and it was your idea to get married before we had sex ‘because it’s Vegas!’ and I’m sure in about an hour you’ll remember that anyway.”

That left you at more loss for words than before. So, shuffling down into the pillows and bedsheets, you decided to wait until you could remember more before discussing ‘this’ further.

An hour had passed, and while Kenny had been up – showering and getting breakfast brought in – you had stayed where you were and checked your phone.

You figured your friends would be worried since you just disappeared last night, but what good friends they were being not worried at all.

They had sent you photos of the whole thing, which did help jog your memory quite a bit, and you had a few texts from last night telling you good luck or congratulations (one from your sister, who you were almost praying hadn’t told your parents yet), and then some from this morning asking how you were, which you responded to.

With their help, you were able to start piecing together how you ended up in a strange hotel room in Las Vegas married to a man you’d never met before who was also at least twenty years older than you – but the age difference was bothering you less and less as the minuets ticked on.

Last night started with going out with your friends. It was about halfway through your week-long holiday, and you’d all decided dressing up to look more expensive and trying your lucks at a casino or two was a good idea. (Apparently your luck was either good or bad.) Through the night, your group merged with another at a bar, and while no one else in your friend group got married, a few indecent moments were stolen here and there.

Kenny just so happened to be part of this group, you do remember how much he looked like he didn’t want to be there, and your curiosity was what made you introduce yourself over a drink. Apparently, things escalated from there. You spent the rest of the night chatting – about a lot – at a mix of tables and bars.

You moved from a seat to his lap, had more drinks.

The group moved to another casino, and then more drinks.

Someone brought up weddings, and you were pretty sure you repeated that to him as your hand wandered under his shirt collar and his hand wandered from your waist to your thigh as a friend brought another drink.

A chapel was next, and someone just so happened to have a ring on them – how, you’d have to ask – and then after being pronounced hitched you went for more drinks.

The rest you could put together from the state you were in now and the suggestive messages left by your oh so great friends.

You started to think what went wrong.

See, the drinking part wasn’t something you did all the time – if ever – especially in this amount. You weren’t exactly acting like you either, sitting on a man’s lap in a place so public was not the ‘you’ you knew, but it was Vegas, and ‘you’ you didn’t exactly go there all the time either.

“You gonna have some of this or do I get it all?” Looking up at where Kenny was standing in the doorway, you did like the idea of the food he had gestured to. You sat up, then squirmed a little.

“Uh, where are my clothes?” He smirked at you.

“And why would I want to give them to you?”

“Kenny, I swear to god you get me my clothes or so help me I’ll – “

“- Yeah, I’m going to stop you there sweetheart cause that’s a losing battle you’ve got on your hands.” He said, stalking over to your right and rummaged around in a closet. He pulled out a white shirt – much like the one he had on now – and threw it at you. “Just take that, and we can find your clothes later.”

“’We’?” You gawked but pulled the shirt on anyway. “You don’t know where my clothes are?”

“Nope, not a clue.” He said, walking out of the room and talking over his shoulder. “But last I saw them they were very ruined.” He laughed as he sat down, flicking a newspaper up to cover his face.

You blinked, straightening the shirt out and stepping out of bed with your phone in hand. You dialed your friends’ number in record timing.

“Mhmm, what?” their answer was groggy, and you could only guess they were still asleep and/or hungover. Like you.

“Do you know who this is?” you asked. Waiting for an answer, you walked out of the bedroom and to the food. You beelined for a piece of fruit before sitting down opposite Kenny.

“Well, it’s not that cutie I met last night cause he’s in the bed next to me – “

“- Hange, it’s me.” You cut them off, and they let out a ‘oh’. “I need you to go to my room and pick me up some of my clothes.”

“Oh, right! Wow, you must’ve had fun last night.” They giggled. “But I wouldn’t get into your room without a key.” Right. A key. That was in your purse. On the couch beside you.

“I’m too sick for this.” You groaned and rubbed at your temple. Beside you, Kenny grabbed something an placed it closer to you. One look at it told you it was headache pills. You popped two and downed them with water as Hange spoke to the ‘cutie’ they spent the night with.

“Why don’t I get you some clothes and then you can go do whatever the hell you need to at your hotel?” Kenny said after folding his paper aside. You frowned over at him.

“Is this you being nice?”

“We’re married, I kind of have to be nice to you. It’s in the description.”

“Okay so we have an idea. Do you have a bathrobe?” Hange asked.

“What?”

“You’ve got to get that key here so if you’re in a bathrobe – “

“Hey, don’t worry about it.” You said. “Kenny had an idea; we’ve got it sorted.”

“Oh, well okay good job.” Hange replied. “Nice to hear from you, we’ll see you soon yeah?” With that you said your goodbyes and hung up.

“Your friend sounds like great fun.” Kenny commented over the rim of a mug. You looked over at him, unsure whether to be unimpressed to indifferent. Maybe both.

“Coming to Vegas was their idea so this – “you held up you hand “– is technically their fault.” He hummed, eyeing the ring.

“We need to get you a new one of those, that’s not mine.” You hummed in surprise, sticking your hand out to admire it. “We can grab one while we’re getting you those clothes.”

“So, whose is it?”

“Uh, my nephew’s.” You quirked up an eyebrow as to ask for an explanation. “He’s getting married in like a week or something and the Vegas trip is his bachelor party.”

“What are you doing at your nephew’s bachelor party?”

“His friends think’s I am interesting.” He grinned at you. “But I bet it’s just so they can get more discounts with the extra person.”

You both leaned back, you snacking on the food available and him sipping his drink. The room lulled into silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Kenny was answering any question you threw at him, and as he seemed to have a much better recollection of last nights events and conversations, he had little to ask back. You concluded there was a lot more to ask, but for now you were content.

“Do you remember anything more about last night?” Kenny asked after a few moments.

“More than when I first woke up, but anything after the foyer downstairs is still lost.” He folded his arms across his chest and laughed to himself at that. “What?”

“Well, I’m hoping you’ll remember soon, and like it. Personally, it was my favorite part of the night, and if I was the only one to remember then it wasn’t really worth it.” If you could look more flustered, you would – but you doubted it. Kenny just kept going. “You were spread out so pretty for me. Felt real nice having you all to myself, looking like an angel and singing like a bird.”

“Okay, okay,” you rubbed at your eyes, “The meds haven’t kicked in enough for you to dirty talk me right now.” He quietened down after that, but when he spoke again it sure was a change of tone.

“I’ve never viewed marriage as something to be taken lightly, that’s probably why I’m – I was – unmarried still.” He said, looking at you. “But I know we’ve only just met so if you want to give this up then fine, I’m not stopping you. However, if you want to see if this, us can work, then…”

“You’ll work around it?”

“I’ll make it work.” You looked at him, as if trying to find his bluff, but came back with nothing. He smiled at you.

“Well alright.” You said, taking in a breath, and fully turning to him in your seat. “But my concern is still the clothes, so I’d like to get that sorted first if that’s okay.”

“Sure thing sweetheart.”

#boston’s las vegas collab #kenny ackerman x reader #kenny ackerman headcanons #kenny ackerman one shot #kenny ackerman imagine #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan one shot #attack on titan imagine #aot x reader #aot imagines #aot one shot #snk x reader

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abbatoirablaze · 3 years ago

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Boston--Good Girl's Club Drabble--Sasha

So the ask I received about how Steve and the girls would react, coupled with the song Boston by Augustana is what helped me write this drabble. If you guys wanna listen to that song while reading it, I’d highly suggest it. I legit teared up a few times writing this.

Word Count: 748

Warnings: slight angst, mentions of PPD/the mindset

She took a shaky breath as she looked around the threadbare, single dorm room.

It was nothing like her bedroom. It was nothing like Andy’s house, which had been impeccably decorated.

This was…empty…

A fresh start.

A new beginning.

Somewhere where no one knew her.

Somewhere where they didn’t know what she’d been through.

She wasn’t a teen mom.

She wasn’t someone that was considered sick.

She didn’t need medications here.

Or therapy.

She wiped away a stray tear as Cami’s arm draped around her waist. It was her best friend’s shaky voice that brought her out of her thoughts. Cami’s eyes were glassy, and there were small droplets that had already made their way down her cheeks, “you sure about this?”

“No,” Sasha whispered, her heart racing. She was shaking her head as she bit her bottom lip, “but…I-I can’t stay there, Cami. It-it’s not my path.”

The two women looked to the boxes that had already been stacked along the wall. All things that she would need. Clothes. Books. Her laptop. Bedding. Curtains.

A new start.

She could be anyone here.

“I know,” Cami replied, pulling Sasha towards herself. The two friends shared in a hug while Steve came into the room, holding one of her boxes. He dropped the box with a thud by the door, and looked at his girlfriend and daughter. Cami’s tear-stained cheeks broke his heart, and he wanted to move forward to comfort her, but he knew that he shouldn’t interrupt whatever he’d just walked in on, especially since Sasha hadn’t said a word the whole ride up. Steve sighed and Cami shook her head, “we-we’re okay, Steve.”

“Don’t lie to me bunny,” he sighed again, stepping towards his girls. He wrapped them both up in his large arms, and the women whimpered against his chest, instantly including him. He held back his own tears as he tried to calm them. He needed to be the strong one. For his girls. Steve kissed the crown of his girlfriend’s head, and then his daughter’s, “none of us are okay. A-and that’s okay. We’re not far Sasha. And you can visit us any time, and we can always come up if you want us to.”

“I’m just a text away,” Cami reminded her tearfully as Steve let them go. Cami began wiping the tears away from her face, “don’t go thinking because you go to MIT and I’m dating your dad that you’re too cool for me now…”

“Don’t go thinking because my dad and yours got you a job working at S.H.I.E.L.D that you’re too cool for me,” she tried to joke back, crossing her own arms, “you’re still my best friend!”

“Even if I become your stepmom one day?”

“Even if you get really gross and give me little brothers or sisters,” Sasha laughed tearfully, “you’ll always be my best friend, Cami…nothing will ever change that.”

Steve furrowed his brow at the two women, “still in the room. Bunny? Sash!”

“She’s my best friend Steve,” she sighed softly, walking back towards him as Sasha moved forward and pretended to inspect the room. He leaned down and kissed Cami, “I love you.”

“I love you too, bunny.” He replied. She smiled as she fell into Steve’s side. He wrapped his arm around her.

Cami kept her attention on her best friend, their eyes locking once more as she tried to keep the tears at bay, “you know…we haven’t been apart since we were introduced…I mean, we lived next door to each other for most of our lives…”

“I know.”

“Is it bad that this feels wrong?”

Sasha shook her head, “it feels scary…but not wrong, Cami…you’re meant to be with my dad…and do whatever that life entails…I’m meant to…do something else…I don’t want kids. Or a wedding ring. At least not right now…and Andy…he des-“

“You don’t have to explain yourself, Sash,” Steve sighed, looking to his daughter, “none of us blame you…you have to do what’s best for you…”

“I-I asked Andy and Britt to send me pictures and videos of Michael all the time…but…I just…”

“It’s okay…”

Sasha bit her lip and nodded, looking back to the room, and the boxes that needed to be unpacked, “you guys can go home if you want…I know the drive sucks.”

“You sure?”

She turned and looked at her dad and took another deep breath, before nodding, “y-yeah…I’ll be fine dad…I’ll be okay.”

“I love you.”

“Love you too dad. Love you Cami…”

Chapter 40 (if you chose to read the drabble before the final Ch)

#goodgirlsclub #marvel au #marvel #captain america #steve rogers #defending jacob #the avengers #andy barber #postpartum #boston #Youtube

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eleanorbloom · 3 years ago

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Marry My Lover (Bryce x Eleanor Proposal Headcanon)

A/N: Well, I thought I wouldn't do it because I was too invested with this fic, but I've been thinking adult life is so fucking hard that maybe I'll never find the time and inspo to finish this fic, so... well, why not realease it to the world as headcanon/very-poorly-written-fic. If later I find the inspo, maybe I'll write it, maybe not, but I think posting this will lift a heavy weight off me.

Please forgive me my grammar mistakes and poor english, I mean, I know it's not poor, but I went really basic here, other way I would've never finished writing this lol

Tagging my WYR readers, in case you're interested in reading this @curiousconch @romereadingshop @utterlyinevitable @lahellacute @chocopeppermintcake

Also this is sumbission for @openheartfanfics Weekly Trope Challenge, week 2: Weddings & Proposals (@openheartheadcanons)

Marry My Lover

Bryce had wanted to propose to Eleanor for a while, considering both spontaneous and prepared ways to do it.

One of the first ideas was proposing on a visit to the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum, as it was the place of their first date. But none of their shifts let them assist for a couple of weeks, so he decided to look for something less complicated.

As he saw their annual meeting with the gang was coming, he decided he would propose on that occasion. Surrounded by friends, the people who helped them get together and supported them in the most difficult times both personally and as a couple.

So he would propose at Donahue’s. With a song, no less. Marry Me by Bruno Mars. A cheerful song, Eleanor loved Bruno Mars and simply matched with the tone he wanted to have on the proposal. Happy and spectacular. He wanted to make her feel the luckiest, most loved woman on earth.

So when he decided what he would do, he shared the news with Sienna so she could help him orchestrate the event. He would arrive a bit later than Eleanor, Sienna would keep her distracted, and then whoop, Bryce would appear at the center of the bar singing the song.

On the day of the meeting, Bryce was in the locker room when he received a text from Sienna: “All set, B! We’re waiting for you”. He breathed deeply, excited and a bit nervous at the same time.

They had talked about marriage, about a life together thousands of times, but it was different just taking the step and doing it, of proposing marriage. Marriage. Damn.

But at the same time, it was just a confirmation of the love they had for each other. Their love that had grown exponentially, to unknown highs and depths in the three years they had been together, and he was sure that their love would keep growing and getting stronger with each day.

After getting ready, he texted Keiki: “Hey Keiks, are you there already?” “Oh, yeah, hidden in the parking lot, super spy.” “Awesome, I’m coming out of the locker room I’ll be there in five” “Okay”

Bryce didn’t want her to miss it for the world. Keiki would kill him if he let that happen. Luckily for both Bryce and Keiki, she was studying close to home, more than close. Cambridge. BS in Physics at MIT, so as she was living just a few minutes away from Boston, they saw each other pretty regularly, once a week or once every two weeks depending on how busy the three were.

Keiki was excited about it, but there was just this strange smirk on her. Bryce thought it was just the fact that her brother would propose to Eleanor at last.

Once at the bar, he greeted their friends, Elijah, coming from Chicago, Jackie, from Baltimore, and Sienna coming from New York. Aurora was the only one living in Boston, working at Brigham and Women’s Hospital as attending and part of the new Diagnostic Team there.

Everyone was happy but at the same time with this strange smirk, like they were hiding something.

“And Elle?” he asked.

A few moments after the question was made, a guitar started to play. He looked at the center of the bar, and found Eleanor, on a yellow dress, and matched hatband playing guitar and singing: We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January And this is our place, we make the rules And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?

Bryce couldn’t believe his eyes. His ears. His skin. How a shiver ran down his spine, making tingle every inch of him; how his stomach fluttered at the sight of her there, beautiful and singing and… Surprising him.

It was Lover by Taylor Swift, because, how not, his girlfriend was a Swiftie since High School, so once a Swiftie, always a Swiftie.

Bryce knew almost every song of the last two albums she had released in the last couple of years because they had blasted the speakers of their home for weeks. Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close? Forever and ever, ah Take me out, and take me home You're my, my, my, my lover

After singing the chorus, Eleanor handed the guitar to Rafael, who continued with the melody, and took the mic in one hand, singing the second verse as she started walking slowly towards him. We could let our friends crash in the living room This is our place, we make the call She took his hand on hers and softly pulled him to the center of the bar

And when Eleanor sang “And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you”, both chuckled knowingly, because they knew how true that was, wherever he goes, he enchants.

I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

It had been three summers indeed and nor he or she couldn’t imagine a summer without each other.

Eleanor kept singing, every word with meaning, it was like the song was written for them, especially “I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover” Because who else on this planet was a magnetic force but him?

Bryce was beaming the whole song, smiling, laughing, biting his lip, showing how happy, flattered, incredulous and in love he was.

He couldn’t believe his luck. To this day, after more than three years, sometimes he still couldn’t believe he had the chance to love so much and be so loved. So happy, so free, so understood. And he would probably live this luck, this love, forever and ever with her.

When the song ended, Eleanor took out something from the pocket of her yellow dress. A velvet box. When she opened it, a silver ring with a diamond at the center shined under the multicolor lights of the bar. Eleanor took his hand in hers and kissed his knuckles softly before asking: “Bryce Lahela, mi amor, we both know we want to spend the rest of our lives together. In these three years you have made me nothing but happy. The happiest luckiest woman alive. I want that for the rest of our lives. Would you marry me?”

“Yes,” he said, eyes sparkling, shining so bright with emotions, with love, with adoration, with happiness, “Yes, babe, yes! The only thing I want is to spend the rest of my life with you!”

Everyone cheered, Sienna was crying, Kyra too, and even Keiki had shed a tear.

Eleanor put a ring on his finger and both kissed sweetly in the middle of the bar.

After a few moments, Bryce kissed her hand and chuckled, “Well, now it’s my turn.”

Eleanor stared confused at him, and when she heard him shouting “Música maestro!” she understood.

Eleanor couldn't believe it either. When the notes of Marry Me by Bruno Mars started playing, she covered her mouth with her hands just like Cecilia Bolocco when she won Miss Universe in 1986. “No way, love!” she squealed.

After a few verses, Bryce took her hand and turned her to the wall, where a video was playing. Videos of colleagues, nurses, even patients, with thumbs up singing along “Don't say no, no, no, no, no, Just say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah” Then, her parents showed up in the video, beaming as they sang along too. Even her grandparents from Chile, Ricardo and Ofelia, appeared in the video asking the same.” “Oh my god,” Eleanor couldn't hold it anymore and simply let the tears fall. Tears of joy, of happiness.

Then Bryce started to walk around the bar, singing with a persuasive tone, asking the patrons to join him in his singing, as if he had to convince her to marry him. Friendly patrons would nod and show their thumbs up and sing along for a couple of seconds.

Once the song ended, Bryce bend on one knee and took the velvet box out of the pocket of his pants, where a beautiful rose gold ring was there, with a round diamond at the center and smaller at the sides. “Well, you won me. This was my idea too, but you were faster, or maybe you had friends who took your side and decided to help you instead of me.” Everyone chuckled. “Or maybe she just asked before you did,” Jackie teased. “Either way, I’m honored and flattered, but I couldn’t miss the opportunity to propose to you. I mean, I’ve dreamed about this day practically since I met you.” “Awww, mi amor.” “I want all summers with you and all winters, especially winters so you can keep me warm on snowy nights.” Eleanor giggled, her eyes full of tenderness, “Of course, my love. Summer, fall, winter, spring, all of the seasons and all of the years I have left on this planet.” “Good. And you, Eleanor Andrea Bloom, would you marry me?” “Yes, my love, mi amor, sí, sí, yes!” Bryce put the ring on her finger, and again, people cheered and clapped. Keiki and Jackie whistled.

When Bryce and Eleanor got off the stage, the gang approached them, filling them with congratulations and hugs, and just love for the happy, recently-engaged couple. they disclosed how everything had happened -Eleanor indeed had asked help first, she had been practicing guitar for more than a month with the help of Rafael.

After a while, Bryce took Eleanor’s hand and led her to a quiet place so they could have a moment for themselves. They smiled and laughed without saying anything, still processing what had happened and trying to understand the happiness they were feeling. their hearts were simply overflowing with happiness and love. “You know? I can say people, mostly women, have asked me a lot of things in my life, some of them shocking, some of them rather cute, but never had a woman proposing to me, so this is a first. You're definitely a keeper.” “Oh, that's why you're agreeing to marry me?” she asked, feigning offense. “One of the four hundred million reasons, babe.” Eleanor smiled pensively, earnest, “You deserve everything, my love, everything. And that includes being proposed, because, damn, we’re too far from gender stereotypes and toxic masculinity.” “I agree.” “And because I really wanted you to know that I wanna marry you, and spend the rest of my life with you, just as much as you do.”

Completely spellbound by the sincerity of her love, now and always, Bryce simply bit his lip and leaned to plant a sweet kiss on her lips.

There was nothing else to do but be happy.

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Ps: Here pics of Bryce and Eleanor engagement rings. I had the idea of a collage, but it would've also taken me a day to finish it, lol sorry

Thank you for reading! ❤

#bryce lahela #bryce lahela x mc #bryce x mc #open heart #playchoices

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