#x: say yes to heaven

[foresthavens]

i've been seeing this picrew around and wanted to make a few of the babes in it~

john x fallon (far cry 5) // vulpes x aurelia (fallout new vegas) james x oliver (fallout 3) // wrench x jordan (watch dogs 2)

[yandere-wishes]

𐙚 ⋆꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦‧₊˚𓆩♡𓆪˚₊‧꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷⋆𐙚

𐙚 ⋆꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦‧₊˚𓆩♡𓆪˚₊‧꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷⋆𐙚

Thanks to @yandere-romanticaa for the song suggestion and @midnight-st4rs for the idea

[stinkyeggbow]

universe started with love...

[br43lyn]

[trohpi]

listening to say yes to heaven and thinking about angsty first war marylily

[koitarou]

|| fatherhood. ||

girldad!kiyoomi x fem!reader; wc: 1.2k of pure struggle; cw: reader is not present in the picture, imagine whatever happened to her, mid 50s kiyoomi, sad ish?, im thawing out cut me some slack, kiyoomi is a gorl dad missing you a/n: fuck you kevin hart, i wanted to watch a comedy movie and not BAWL. alexa play daddy issues

Kiyoomi guesses it’s been a while since he has missed you. 

Kokomi takes up every minute, every second he has to offer— not that he minds it. Maybe sometimes he hates it, hates being so preoccupied with her that forgets to miss you. The last thing he wants to do is forget you, even when he is old enough that his already greying hairs start to fall out.

You’ve been gone for long enough that he has forgotten what you felt like in his arms, how you smelled when he hugged you close to his chest. He hates that his senses are giving up on him.

But he hasn’t forgotten everything about you. He hasn’t forgotten the way you rolled your eyes at him whenever you disagreed, how you always latched onto his arm whenever you got scared watching a horror movie, how you kissed his forehead twice for each mole he has— because she does the same.

Kiyoomi is glad to have Kokomi in his life because everytime he looks at her, he sees you. It’s not a stretch when someone asks if he misses you and he says no, because he never will. He might forget what you feel like but he will never forget you, the you who gave him the best gift in the world, his daughter, his baby. 

The more she grows up, the more she resembles you. As he grows older, he sees Kokomi growing older and it’s bittersweet. He’s proud of her for everything she’s achieved in her life and proud of himself for bringing up his amazing daughter. It was tough at first, balancing his career and her, but with everyone's help, it was possible. It takes a village to raise a child, but what good is a village if it has no head. That’s what he felt like when he was just starting out, he felt lost without you to help him. He had his team, his village, to support him through thick and thin but he used to miss you. 

As the team grew and so did your daughter, he realised everything was indeed good. He feels proud of them as well, Atsumu, Bokuto, Hinata, Komori, everyone. 

He likes to believe you would’ve been proud too— of Kokomi, of the team. 

But he especially misses you today. Seeing your daughter off to college, he remembers your face glowing when you used to talk about milestones of your baby’s life and her going to college.

“Kiyo, she’s gonna be amazing I know it.”

“Yes baby, she will be,” “You have to lay off her though.”

“What”

“I know you'll be crying the day she goes to college and fussing all over her. Ugh, especially with boys”

“No, I won’t. Except boys, I don’t trust those hormone ridden monsters”

“Of course you don't, darling. Because you never were one, right? You were a toddler and straight up went to being an adult.”

And then you rolled your eyes at him the same way Kokomi is doing right now, “Dad, I’m going to be honest with you, I can’t swear off boys. I just can’t–”

“Yes, you can. Promise me.”

“Dad—

“Promise me that you’ll be my little girl forever, never leaving me, ever.”

“We’re literally standing in front of my dorm room. You’re gonna have to leave at some point.” She narrows her eyes at him, still holding onto his hand.

He notices that. There were a lot of things he saw of you in her but she was his daughter too, he notices the way she’s picking at her nails, a nervous habit she’s has had ever since she was 5. She doesn’t want him to leave, not with the grip she has on his hand. 

“You know I am here for you, right?”

“Yes, dad and I love you too.” Never good at words but they both managed, understood each other even though you weren’t there to do the talking for him.

“He’s bein’ mean again, y/n!”

“Tsumu you know he doesn’t mean that, he appreciates the thought you put into this gift.” “Yeah, I’m surprised he could think at all”

“Kiyo!– Tsumu, he means it’s great, he’s just affectionately dumb.”

He takes in a deep breath, the tingling sensation at the back of his throat feels familiar and he lets out a chuckle because he’s really going to cry now. Standing at her dorm room’s door, his heart feels heavy, and he’s looking at her now, ready to start a new chapter of her life, all on her own.

He cups her face and plants a kiss on her forehead, “One for me–” He kisses her temple, his hand holding the back of her head as she reaches out for a hug, “–and one for mom.”

She’s holding onto him tightly now, her fists balled up with the back of his jacket balled up in her fists, she mumbles, “I’m gonna miss you so much, dad. Promise to visit me, please?” 

“Every weekend, Kokomi, I promise.” He smiles and wraps his arms around her, cradling her head as he lets his jacket soak up her tears. He feels happy and he knows you would’ve been happy too and that’s all he needs to know.

Kokomi starts to draw back but he tightens his grip on her, and with a shaky voice, he whispers, “Give your old man a few more minutes more, please sweetheart.” 

Kokomi hums and they both stand there silently, until she breaks the silence with a ‘hey dad?’ and this time Kiyoomi hums in response, pulling away to look at her and finally let go.

“Mom would’ve been really proud of you.” 

Oh.

Kiyoomi doesn’t realise he is crying until he tastes the salty tears in his mouth and Kokomi wipes his cheeks, “And I am proud too. One more thing–” With a smile as she goes on her tippy toes to kiss his moles, “–One from me and one from mom.” 

Kiyoomi guesses it’s fine he didn’t miss you a lot, he never had to.

“And dad?”

“You weren’t serious about the ‘here every weekend’ thing though, right?”

“How much do you wanna bet at least one of your uncles will be here every weekend?”

Kokomi begins to whine in defiance to his response but is interrupted by a wailing Atsumu rushing towards them with Hinata, Bokuto and Komori in hot pursuit.

“Our baby’s all grown up!” Atsumu cries from behind Kiyoomi, sniffling and pushing him out of the way as he rushes to bring Kokomi into a bear hug and pats her head rather desperately, “Don’t forget about us, yeah?? And don’t forget us, we’re all here for ya. Also boy’s are disgustin’, ya won’t like ‘em anyways–”

“Why’s everyone obsessed with tha-”

In a flash, she’s squashed between 4 middle aged men bawling their eyes out and preaching they’re thoughts and views and promising to lay their lives down for her as she starts tearing up with them, telling them to take care of each other as well as her father since she won’t be there everyday.

Looking at this scene, Kiyoomi thinks his village did just fine. Plus he guesses it’s okay he didn’t get to miss you a lot because he believes it’s better to never not stop thinking about someone than miss them.

And he thinks– no he knows, you’re proud of him.

☆⌒ (ゝ。∂) ©️ all credits belongs to @koitarou 2022, do not repost, modify or translate my work on any platform. Plagiarism is strictly forbidden.

☆reblogs, likes and comments are super appreciated!

[kyojurismo]

★ PROLOGUE

# sub!kyojuro rengoku x fem!reader

summary : your behaviour is starting to change towards him, but kyojuro fears this is only his imagination and that you’re simply lonely and finding a way to enjoy yourself. is there a possibility that you’re actually attracted to him?

chapter tags : sfw, mitsuri makes an appearance, mention of rengoku family, i can’t think of anything else so lemme know if i missed something, 1.6k words — i’ll try to write more for future chapters, pray for me lol.

series masterpost

a/n : hello! i’m both excited and scared to post this lol, writing series and longer fics in general it’s not my forte, so please please please be kind and keep in mind that english is not my first language. i know there’s nothing spicy or truly entertaining — i was lowkey testing the water lmao — but i hope you guys enjoy it anyway <3 ps. lemme know if you wanna be added to my say yes to heaven taglist to be sure to not miss something.

a young, rich woman without a husband? of course people would speculate about it. that’s what your mother used to repeat. because rich women were always seen under a different light.

but, you didn’t care. you never searched for a husband, you knew your worth and that you didn’t need a man to take care of you.

the only man you were able to tolerate was your precious servant, kyojuro rengoku. kyojuro had been working for you for almost three months now, he was a loyal, caring and educated young man. he was working hard to help his family, and nothing seemed to distract him from work.

at least for now.

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the fact that you could work from home was a real blessing. you weren’t a lazy person, you just enjoyed being around him most of the time.

kyojuro was a simple guy. he was always smiling and his voice sounded so comforting and soothing whenever he spoke, whatever the topic. he would be able to smile back at a bully and kindly ask him to not vent their anger on others. that was truly amazing.

his personality was able to overshadow his appearance. no doubts he was an attractive young man, but the moment he started interacting with you – oh, you completely forget about his pretty face. you could ask anyone, they would all reply with the same thing.

you were sitting at the table in your dining room, patiently waiting for your usual breakfast. your eyes were scanning the first pages of the newspaper, devouring the fresh news for the day, when the doors opened. he walked in and served you quietly, before bowing and taking a couple of steps back so he could stay close enough to you if you needed anything, but not that much close to disturb your peaceful breakfast.

“did you sleep well last night, kyojuro?” you suddenly asked him, keeping your gaze focused on the page as you took the first bite of your food. “yes, ma’am,” here came his voice. “i’m glad. as you know, we had to move your room closer to mine for a couple of electrical issues,” from kyojuro’s perspective your tone showed a bit of annoyance, but in reality a part of you was glad that side of your house had been left without light until someone could come to fix the cables. “i understand, but you don’t have to worry about me, ma’am,” he smiled even though he was standing behind you. “i’m happy with everything you decide.”

oh, really?

“now that i think about it, i have a bunch of commissions in town. i’d like for you to accompany me, if that’s alright,” you let a small smirk curve your lips when he hesitated; it was the first time you asked him something like that, after all. could it be a challenge?

“m-ma’am, i’d gladly accompany you but—” you interrupted him, knowing that he was gonna explain he had to stay here since it was his role in the first place. “kyojuro, i’m not really asking for you approval,” your tone sent a shiver down his spine and he cleared his throat. “i will gladly come with you.”

“good boy,” you turned your head to glance at kyojuro and show him a smile, before turning to finish eating your breakfast. that caused you to miss the faint blush appearing on his cheeks at your praise. it was the most casual thing to say, but somehow kyojuro found very pleasurable to hear you say it.

one thing for sure, you weren’t that dumb. you noticed that after such period of service, kyojuro craved your praises whenever he did something for you. it made him feel good and sent a pleasant feeling through his whole body. all this from just the thought of making you feel satisfied with his work.

would you be able to get something more from him at this point?

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you were staring out the window quietly, watching with little interest the people and the buildings passing by. “i’ve never been in this part of the city,” you heard kyojuro’s comment and turned to look at him, catching him staring out with a sweet smile on his face. “i realise you rarely leave the house…” your voice is low but it still reached his ears.

“ma’am, there’s no need for you to feel bad. that’s just my job,” he tilted his head to the side and smiled at you, a warm feeling spreading through your chest. he looked so… adorable.

“i’ll let you come with me more often,” you assured with a smile then grabbed a little notebook with a pen, handing them to him. “you can write down the places you want to visit next time.”

kyojuro was surprised but nodded eagerly, genuinely appreciating it. he indeed wrote down a bunch of places, but the dream of coming here again felt distant to him nonetheless.

when the car stopped, you jumped off followed by him and started walking towards your usual clothes shop. kyojuro glanced around curiously while you looked around for a new elegant dress. “what do you think?” he turned his head to look at you, noticing you were holding a sleeveless dark blue dress into your hands. “u-um, it looks good.”

were you really asking him for advice?

“i’ll try it on then,” you smirked at him and walked towards the dressing rooms section. kyojuro followed you swiftly, in case you would need something.

“i need help with closing the back!” you called from behind the curtain. you waited patiently for him, since he seemed to be quite hesitant to enter inside. it was the first time you asked for something like this. “kyo– oh, i thought you left without me,” you chuckled and watched him from the reflection.

his hands were warm against your skin, as he helped you close the dress. his cheeks were slowly turning red as he timidly glanced at your reflection, your cleavage more visible than usual now. “it looks beautiful,” his smile showed he was a bit embarrassed, but sincere. you turned to face him and smiled, watching him scan your figure. “yeah… really beautiful.”

you laughed before patting his arm playfully. “relax! you’re so tensed,” you exclaimed while turning around. you glanced at yourself into the mirror, it was indeed a beautiful dress. “i’m gonna buy this one then,” you announced, satisfied.

you then started taking the dress off before catching his eyes into the mirror. “are you waiting for a show?” you smirked at him and kyojuro’s eyes widened while his whole face turned red, quickly followed by his ears. “i-i’m sorry!” he was quick to exit and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

you found yourself enjoy teasing him. his reactions were cute. in fact, you kept doing it for the whole day. the mischievous touches whenever you were sitting next to each others, the compliments clearly going further that of a friendly relationship between a servant and his madam. kyojuro was left speechless most of the time, with red cheeks and his heart close to jump out of his chest.

but was it real or was it all in his head though?

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“no way!” mitsuri jumped in her seat, looking at her friend. “oh, kyojuro!” she grabbed his hands, making him gasp. “what are you gonna do about it?” he frowned at her words. “nothing?”

it was his day off work and kyojuro always tried to meet up with mitsuri, one of his childhood best friends.

mitsuri glared at him, almost offended. “what do you mean by that?!” she hit his chest, exasperated with him. “she’s clearly enjoying your company and there might be something more going on between you and her. take this opportunity!”

“i would never take advantage of her like that,” kyojuro’s tone was serious. “i work for her, she probably just feels lonely and that’s her way to have some fun. i can’t blame her at all. plus…” his voice trailed off. “plus??” mitsuri waited expectantly for him to continue. “i like getting her attention, so i don’t really want to ruin anything,” he confessed it in a very low tone, mitsuri had to lean closer to hear him clearly.

“ooh, i knew it!” she clapped her hands happily and smiled sweetly at him. “alright, do as you please… but lemme know if something changes!” she made him promise, showing him her pinkie. “don’t worry, nothing will happen between me and her,” he said while raising his own pinkie, locking them together. “a girl can dream!”

kyojuro found himself smile then while listening to her rambling about some sweet guy working with her, as they kept sitting at the restaurant table enjoying their lunch together. she was a very lively person and was usually seen smiling most of the time. he enjoyed her company and was happy to be her friend.

after that, kyojuro would usually visit his family and give them his monthly payment, making sure they could easily afford any kind of costs. he was mostly working to help them, after all.

you never took advantage of his need to work, you actually admired him. not many would do the same and kyojuro was really a son to be proud of. you hoped his father was aware of such thing. you were for sure and, deep down, a part of kyojuro wanted you to be proud of him…

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[million-golden-drachmas]

𝖯𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗅 𝖡𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗈 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟦 by @percy-and-rachel-events (late entry) 🔹𝖧𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁

A twist to the original 'meme' where Percy calls Rachel a good girl for saving him with that dam blue plastic hairbrush.

Does this even qualify as an entry for the Hairbrush prompt tho😅?

[criztyeve]

Say yes to heaven

[kateclassique]

Recently I’ve seen so much hate directed to the infamous Chakotay x Seven of Nine pairing from Star Trek: Voyager. It really hurts as a shipper to see so much vitriol directed towards them and those who ship them. Fans like me who enjoyed the romance have little say in online discussions so to combat the negativity I wanted to share this little tribute to my favorite couple in Star Trek, the Commander and the Borg. Their relationship was destined the moment Chakotay broke Seven from the Borg Collective and eventually grew closer and closer. As always, this song fits with almost every pairing and beautifully illustrates young love. “I’ve got my eye on you…”

Even if you don’t ship Chakotay x Seven of Nine, please be kind to those who do. We all believe in love at the end of the day…

[tobaitfishwith]

[lenoraslament]

The first two chapters of Part 2 of Lenora’s Lament were inspired by Say Yes to Heaven

My Tom Riddle Fanfiction.

Summary of Part 1 below

If you haven’t read Part 1 this is a huge spoiler!

Tom and Lenora were friends since Year 1 at Hogwarts. They grew apart until he found her after she had been attacked by two classmates. Tom agrees to teach her dark magic and they soon become entangled in each other.

He offers her the chance for revenge and she takes it. Their relationship deepens but she slowly descends into power and pain she can’t control. After she proves to be a threat he has no choice but to erase her memories, she awaken and Tom warns the death eaters she is never to know.

Being part of their world, the secrets are bound to reveal themselves.

Lenora’s Lament: Part 2

Chapter 2: Say Yes to Heaven

Malfoys Lakehouse was buried under Alder and Blackthorn trees. A white plat house with blue shutters.

“It’s very muggle” Lenora’s mother once said in her ear. A large lawn spread to meet a heft dock in the front. The lake was large enough to meet the horizon, hidden coves and hearty forests surrounded the property.

Lenora thought it was one of the most beautiful places on earth. Abraxas answered the door in sunglasses, “Well hello pretty lady” he did a spin and she jumped in his arms to hug him.

“Oh I missed you!” She said grinning. Tom stood behind him with a stone face.

“Oh hello Riddle” she smiled warmly at him, “We missed you at the end of the year”

Tom nodded but remained stoic, “Thank you for your concern Miss. Rosier, I had other activities that called my attention”.

“Of course” she said, “I don’t know what I’ll do next year without you to compete with”. The atmosphere was awkward.

“I’m sure you can find other ways to motivate yourself” he was no longer looking at her.

Her mother looked at her sympathetically and then looked at Abraxas who shook his head.

Long before their trip he had personally made sure to plant the seeds of their messy breakup in all of their parent’s minds.

She was in tears it was awful Mrs. Rosier, we find it best we don’t mention it. She agreed wholeheartedly.

Her parents guided her in as they made niceties with the elder Malfoys. Abraxas beckoned her to the next room; she followed where Avery and Nott sat.

“Hello boys” she said happily saddling next to Avery, “please let me you have a flask of anything” she whispered.

Nott reached into the pocket of his pants and handed her one smiling . She took a drink, “Theo what would I do without you”.

She sighed taking another drink, “I don’t think I can deal with the great lord riddle sober.” She missed the look Theo and Avery gave each other.

Two hours later, the flask kept getting passed around. Avery had the bright idea to go on the lawn and start a bonfire.

“Incendero” he yelled pointing to the fire pit in the middle of some chairs they had arranged. Nothing happened.

“Incenderroo” he slurred and Theo laughed when the fire once again wouldn’t light. Nora was too busy testing the limits of the bottomless flask to correct him. Abraxas finally took it from her and set it on the floor next to his guitar.

“Incendio” a clear voice behind them said, the fire lit.

“Tom!!!” Abraxas yelled. Tom had Black and Mulciber in tow. They sat to join, Tom held his hand up when Abraxas offered him the flask but Black took a giant gulp.

It was a little too quiet, they sat as the fire crackled. It wasn’t lost on the boys that this was the first time they were all together since the duels. Even Tom was quiet, staring into the fire. He felt Nora gaze over him for a moment, studying his face.

Black was the first to speak, “Accio guitar”, he caught it with one hand as it flew to them. He laid it on an empty chair and charmed it to play. Soft music filled the air.

“We need some girls” Avery said sighing.

“Excuse me?” Lenora said and Nott laughed.

“Not that way Nora” Avery laughed, “I just meant you know to dance”.

She scoffed, “So? I can dance”

Most of them laughed but Black looked at her intently, “Then dance”.

Lenora gave him a cheeky smile, but Tom scowled.

“Cut it out Black” he said sternly.

Lenora gave Tom a funny look, “What? You don’t think I will?”

Black held his hands up and raised his brows at her.

Lenora stood slowly, she walked past them to a more open area. The fire lit her against the dark of the evening. All of them watched as she twirled, she lifted her hands up and traced them back down her body until she met her own waist and spun again.

Black whistled and she moved her hips slightly before busting out into laughter. The guys all watched with bated breath. She moved to the melody seamlessly, her eyes had a playful look.

Lenora put her head back and looked up at the stars. In that moment she felt so perfect, she felt free.

The fire lit her face with a gentle glow, her skirt rippled against her soft swirling waist in the breeze. Toms hands gripped the arms of the chair, his knuckles were white. When she moved her hips he had to turn away. This is what you wanted, you wanted her to be happy. Besides she was in your way. Let. Her. Go.

Suddenly she looked through the fire and met his eyes. Tom watched her as she walked towards the chairs slowly.

“Well?” she stopped for a moment, “is anyone going to dance with me?”. She addressed them all but only looked at Tom.

They all looked at him. Abraxas quickly sprung to his feet, “Come on trouble” he said pulling her away and spinning her as she laughed.

Tom looked at Black when they were out of earshot, “Back off” he cautioned.

“Yes my lord,” Black said ignoring his tone.

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[tired0artist]

| say yes to me… |

ahhhh so yeah, i am a child of divorce. this season truly was the soft and romantic filling in the sandwich, but the end... i am not well. neil gaiman. this man’s story telling abilities can make me sob like nothing else, in addition michael’s and david’s performance... i am mess! so yeah, ineffable husbands and lana del rey. a match made in hell, or heaven, or my sad mentally ill brain. enjoy and stay strong for season 3 cause damn, i am not ready for it’s destruction. 

oh and for this piece i used a different colouring technique! and i tried to make it a bit more messy with the line art and colouring. idk it was fun to experiment!

[realmermaid333]

New chapter! Depollute me, pretty baby

This one is sad but happy- sappy if you will. So be warned and read those tags

[therevengeoffrankenstein]

i'm sorry but actually yes it is an issue that x reader fanfictions as a genre are primarily focused on straight (presenting) relationships with primarily cis female readers. the answer is not that the cis women writing these fics are bad or should stop, but just that they should consider branching out (and i'm not forcing them to! just a suggestion of diversifying their portfolios! which they don't have to do!)! and also that other non cis female writers should be being uplifted, too, in addition to all the straight cis female reader fics.

[timeinabottle]

I miss them. xx