#busy busy girl with her wonderful wife and husband who love each other a lot

[zablife]

A Gift for My Wife

Tommy Shelby x wife reader

Summary: Tommy wants to surprise his wife with an extravagant surprise after the birth of their new baby, but things don’t go to plan. 

Author’s Note: Written for @runnning-outof-time ’s Holiday BINGO Challenge. I used the prompts: a confession, hurt/comfort, a family tradition and forced proximity. 

Warnings: language, mention of pregnancy, mention of cheating, lots of fluff

Looking out from behind the curtains of the nursery, you stared longingly at the stables. It had been months since you’d given up your daily rides with your husband and you missed the time with him desperately. The tiny bundle in your arms shifted beneath her blankets, cooing softly to break your reverie. You smiled down at her, heart swelling with pure love. You didn’t resent a moment of the time you’d given up for her, but you were aching to return to your first passion. 

Like Tommy, you’d learned to ride as a child and it was something you’d bonded over when you first met. Even as Tommy’s empire grew, he always made time in his busy schedule to go riding with you because it was a way of staying connected. You would discuss your hopes and dreams for the future or simply make each other laugh as you stayed in constant competition over who was the better rider. 

The tradition stood for three years until the day you learned you were pregnant. You’d wanted a family for so long, neither of you wanted to take any chances when it came to your child. So you’d given up riding in favor of time in the library. However, it quickly devolved into watching Tommy work as you read a book and the interaction wasn’t the same.

Tommy had seen your distant look as you sat across from him, but didn’t know how to rekindle the spark until he heard news of the Doncaster Blood Stock. It gave him a wonderful idea to give you a gift in exchange for the most precious gift you’d ever given him, his beautiful baby girl. He wasn’t known for grand, romantic gestures, but this occasion called for something unique so he made a call, smiling to himself as he thought of taking you on a special outing.

One week later, you kissed the baby goodbye and bundled yourself into a warm coat, waving goodbye to Frances. Tommy placed his hand on your knee, giving you a reassuring squeeze. “She’ll be alright for one day, love,” and you nodded in agreement. 

“Won’t you tell me where we’re going?” you said with a nervous giggle. This was very unlike your husband.

“You’ll see when we get there,” he answered, flicking his cigarette out the window.

When you arrived at the horse auction, your heart thrilled with excitement. Tommy offered you his arm and you pulled yourself closer to your husband as people bustled all around you. “Tommy, I don’t understand. We can’t afford another horse right now,” you pointed out, always the voice of reason.

“Well, we can have a look, can’t we? No law against that,” he said, guiding you up the stairs in front of him.

“This is awfully expensive window shopping,” you said, but you secretly loved the idea of viewing all the thoroughbreds.

When you’d found a place in the gallery overlooking the ring, you leaned over the railing for a better look. Then you took time to survey the room. Men were marking papers and reviewing documents around you. “What are they doing?” you asked. 

Tommy lit a cigarette, blowing smoke over his shoulder as he surreptitiously glanced at the man to his right. “Those are reports from the vet,” he said matter-of-factly.

“You mean you don’t get to run hands over them first?” you asked, remembering how Curly liked to inspect a new horse.

“No, that’s not the way the toffs do it,” Tommy said, shaking his head with a chuckle. “They like their paperwork.”

“What’s your method then?” you asked with a curious smile playing on your lips. 

“I keep an eye open when they walk,” he said gesturing toward the ring with his cigarette. “That’s all I need to know,” he said with a small nod.

Just then a beautiful quarter Arab filly was lead out. Her coat shone in the light as she regally made her way beneath you and you instantly saw what Tommy meant. “Oh, Tommy, she’s lovely!” you exclaimed.

At a small table at the far end of the ring an auctioneer in a bowler hat and little round spectacles announced, “Morals of Marcus, Sedgemere stud by Tetrach out of Lady Josephine. We’ll start the bidding at 800 guineas.”

Tommy could tell by the way your eyes shone watching the horse, this was the one. As you turned to smile at him, you noticed him give a nod to a woman across from you. She was obviously wealthy, dressed in a black fur trimmed coat and fashionable gray hat. For a moment you wondered if she was there with her husband, but one look at her loose curls and smoky eyes made you realize she was far too glamourous. No, she was someone’s mistress or looking to become one. You shifted your weight uncomfortably, closing your coat around yourself, suddenly feeling unattractive by comparison. 

The woman raised her hand to bid, then the man next to you raised his, inciting a bidding war. “Bloody May Carleton, what’s that spoiled little bitch doing here besides driving up the prices?” he hissed to his companion.

“With Ian gone, she’s taken on quite a few new clients. Heard she's here today spending some new man's money,” his friend informed him. You swallowed harshly, suspicions confirmed. 

As the gavel fell, everyone clapped for May. She smiled sweetly at Tommy as the man beside you threw down his paper in disgust. You couldn’t blame him as you felt the same. Turning to Tommy you begged for him to take you home.

“Don’t you want to stay to see the other horses, darling?” Tommy asked with furrowed brow.

“No, I’m feeling very tired all of a sudden,” you said and Tommy took your elbow to help you down the stairs. As he did, you met May by the stairs. 

“Mr. Shelby, lovely to see you. Have you and Mrs. Shelby enjoyed the auction?” she chirped.

“We have,” he replied simply, turning to leave.

“Just a moment,” she called out. “Would you mind accompanying me to the offices?”

“I’m sorry that won’t be possible. We’re on our way home, Ms. Carleton,” Tommy said with a tip of his hat. Your cheeks burned as you realized your husband knew this woman and your heart ached at the thought that perhaps he knew her a bit better than you’d care to admit. 

You rode in silence most of the way home, looking out the window as it rained. Finally Tommy spoke up asking, “Y/n, what’s wrong? You’ve barely spoken since the auction. Are you worried about the baby, love?”

Facing your husband with tears in your eyes you said, “No, I’m not worried about her, Tommy. I’m worried about us. How do you know May Carleton so well?”

Tommy gave you a puzzled look. Why would you be so concerned about May and how did you know her first name? “I don’t know her all that well honestly,” Tommy said, unsure why it mattered to you.

Frustration and humiliation spiking, you huffed, “Pull over, Tom. I want out of this car right now!”

“Are you insane? It’s freezing, you’ll catch a cold,” Tommy said, unwilling to pull over.

“I can’t stand to be in the car with you another minute if you’re going to lie to me!” you screamed at him.

Tommy looked at you in shock before allowing the car to drift into a ditch. You clutched for the door handle, but he slid over the bench seat, grabbing you by the shoulders before you could get away.

You shook him off saying, “Let me go! You don’t even want me anymore!”

“Hey, hey…look at me,” he said, grabbing your chin. “Where’s this coming from, eh?”

You broke down crying as you reached into your purse for a handkerchief. “May,” you said in a weak voice. “Tell me the truth. Is she your mistress?” you asked looking up at him with red, watery eyes.

“Fuck, is that what you think?” Tommy asked, running his hands through his hair. He’d never considered what it might look like when he asked May to help him bid on the horse. “May is a horse trainer, love. She breeds racehorses with her father.” 

“She’s not a whore then?” you asked with a sniffle.

Tommy surpressed a laugh as he shook his head. “No, she’s a joint owner of Carleton Stud. Look, I can prove it,” he said, quickly fishing a business card from his pocket.

You studied it carefully, seeing what Tommy said was true. Suddenly you felt very foolish, having accused your husband of having an affair. 

Tommy pulled you into his chest, stroking your hair away from your face. “You’ve been so selfless giving up the thing you love most to look after our daughter. I wanted to do something for you in return and I thought a horse would be the perfect gift. I thought of asking May to choose because she would pick only the best, but I wanted to be sure you approved. I’m sorry, the secrecy of it all made you think…” he trailed off unable to say the words. 

You smiled against his shirt front, his vulnerability catching you off guard. You knew in that moment he would never think of cheating with May or anyone and you were ashamed of allowing your jealousy to reign over you. “It’s such a wonderful gift,” you praised him, thanking him for his loyalty more than the horse in the moment, though he didn’t know it at the time.

Then you realized the horse you’d seen might actually be yours. Sitting up with a jerk you asked. “Tommy, does that mean the filly is ours?”

He grinned at you widely, stroking a thumb over your cheek as he nodded. “Yours, my darling. All yours.”

You threw your arms around his neck thanking him once again and peppered his face with kisses. “I can’t wait to go riding again,” you said eagerly.

“Neither can I. It will be sooner than you think. She’ll be delivered tomorrow,” he informed you. You bit your lip, squealing with excitement. 

“Ready to go home now?” Tommy asked, starting the car. You nodded, thoughts of your child drifting back into your mind. Tommy mistook your pensive silence and decided to add one more detail for good measure.

“We don’t have to invite May,” Tommy said diplomatically as he pulled back onto the main road. “I love you, you know.” 

You chuckled as you snuggled into his side. “Thank you, Tommy. I love you too.”

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[musings-and-moans]

homewrecker

submission for: @cirigiri's The DILF List Collab (DILF #17 — the friend’s husband) AND for iwaizumi's birthday on the 10th of june. also, this is part 1, part 2 is coming out on the 21st, and part 3 during kinktober <3

features: friend's husband!hajime iwaizumi x mrs. oikawa!f!reader (afab!reader, uses she/her pronouns) | song: homewrecker - marina | wc: 4185 | part 2 | part 3

summary: while hajime iwaizumi is a highly successful athletic trainer, his marriage is in disarray. his wife ended up cheating on him even after having a son, kaito iwaizumi, when she went on a business trip to argentina; with his best buddy, tooru oikawa, of all people. he wasn't the only one who had been duped, though. so were you, tooru oikawa's wife, and with a daughter, melina jose oikawa. you remembered your pent-up sentiments for hajime while comforting each other, and things start to take a spicy turn. | visual inspiration: this artwork by @/novak.rouge on instagram (@beware-of-the-rogue the way you and ella have spoiled me xD) and serena mendoza is inspired by serena van der woodsen from gossip girl (yes i love that show gtfo my case lol /j /lh)

beta readers: @mrskenmakozume @sweetsbysatori (your inputs are so so valuable ilysm <333) | networks: @tokyometronetwork @hanayanetwork

brainstorming: @mxonigirimiya (this wouldn't have been possible without you so thank you so so much *sobs* <33)

content warnings: hq timeskip spoilers, themes of infidelity, suggestive tones, angst, hurt/comfort, usage of swear words (this is so not me lol, i just had a rough couple of days, and this is me venting lol), serena's called a bitch, paparazzi, mentions of body insecurity/dysmorphia (but not reader), the reader having symptoms of depression including having trouble with eating, mentions of consumption of alcohol, sexual tension, slightly dubcon (if you squint at the end) 'cause iwaizumi's speaking in a slurred voice, please lmk if i miss out on any tags

a/n: this took me a lot of while to come up with this lol, because it's writing about my kinnie in a bad light, but it's only for the sake of the plot y'all. but i honestly loved writing this, i'd been in a bad mood off late and i needed to vent out. also, please note that i don't ever condone cheating. as always, likes, comments & reblogs, especially reblogs are appreciated. also, minors please dni, i will block you.

9th May 2021. 7:00pm, San Juan, Argentina

The waves from the cerulean sea kissed your toes as you were sitting near the shoreline in Del Bono with your elbows on the clear sand. The incandescent moon shone light on your shimmery silver dress and sand-covered feet which had become sore after running away from the izakaya after one of your colleagues shared the news where you learned that your husband, the setter of Club Atletico San Juan, Tooru Oikawa, was rumored to have cheated on you with your best friend since university, Serena Mendoza. You heaved a long drawn sigh as you felt something punching your gut as you then sat up with your hands hugging your stomach, writhing in agony, and tears welling in your eyes. Your heart broke for your daughter, as you wondered whether she heard the news about her father, and wondered whether her classmates would eventually make fun of her. She was at no fault of this at all, but was unnecessarily caught in this crossfire. 

Wiping the tears from your waterline, for a moment you think about Serena, one of the richest, most popular and good looking girls at the University of California at Irvine, who became your best friend over your course of study at the university. She was regarded as one of the most beautiful girls in your university. Everyone wanted to be her, some wanted to be with her, and you, (Y/N) (L/N), having moved to the States from Japan, had considered yourself very lucky to befriend her. 

The day after you two graduated from uni, you two were lying on one of the sands of the California beaches. You let the sand below you cling to you as you wore a swimsuit with every inch of the fabric hugging your skin especially after you’d gone for a swim, while Serena wore her black V-neck one-piece swimsuit, her body and her long, wavy blonde locks basked in the glory of the sunshine, waiting for you to get back. As you two were lying down, soaking in the sun, Serena said, “You know something? Someday, it would be nice for us to get married to a pair of best friends, wouldn’t it?” As the water kisses your feet, you turn to Serena and add, “Famous best friends, maybe? And if we end up getting a high profile job too, someday we wouldn’t have to worry about our life, y’know? ‘Cause we’d be living a life of luxury,” chuckling amongst yourselves.

Boy, how you were wrong.

10th May 2021. 7:00am, Tokyo, Japan

“We now begin this special program with breaking news as we see clips showing the well known setter for the San Juan Volleyball Team, Tooru Oikawa, walking out of his hotel with someone other than his wife. Sources say…”

As Iwaizumi was told by Atsumu Miya, one of his athletes that he was training for the Olympics, to watch the news online through his iPad,  the world came to a standstill for him. He was beyond disbelief, seeing his wife and the mother of their son, as the mystery woman who was scuttling inside the hotel with Oikawa’s arm around her waist as he kissed her on her lips. He could make out that it was Serena through her blonde tresses, and the emerald earrings that he gave her for their anniversary.

“Haji,” he heard her calling for him once more, interrupting his train of thought, but the voice that once brought him joy now wrung his heart, causing him to be in profound agony. He turned in the direction of the gradually unfamiliar voice as he noticed Serena walking out of their bedroom in her work attire. She’d seen a little frantic, when she asked him, “Haji, where’s our son?” Furrowing his eyebrows at her, the athletic trainer responded, “That’s not something you needed to know,” then shrugged his shoulders to continue, “given that you don’t care for him anyway, but I’d already contacted my parents to take him in.” Serena widened her eyes in shock, raising her voice, “How dare you! He’s our son! How dare you make such decisions without consulting me?” 

Approaching her, Hajime confronted his wife, and replied, “Serena, you lost that right. Not when you chose to go to Buenos Aires for the trip. You lost the right to call me your husband and Kaito as our son, when you decided to fuck my best friend,” raising his voice at the end and pointing a finger towards her. Serena’s mouth gaped wide open as he told her, “Atsumu showed me the news. That bastard woke me up at 7am! I’m glad that he did though, because you cheated on me, and betrayed your best friend, by sleeping with my asshole of a best friend! Oh my god, do you have any idea what she must be going through?” In the midst of the long argument, initially she kept denying it, saying, “No, Haji, that’s so not true. I just met him and caught up with him. That’s all,” and she kept trying to change the topic, but fate wasn’t on her side as she got a ping on the phone from Oikawa. He snatched the phone from her and then saw a notification from the beguiling devil himself. As he opened the phone, the text gave him enough reasonable doubt to confirm his suspicions:

“Serena-chan, what are we gonna do? (Y/N)-chan hasn't seen the news yet, has Iwa-chan? How are we going to explain this without getting caught?”

His olive-green irises started seeing red, but instead of deciding to lash out at Serena, which even she expected, an idea sparked into his head. He took a deep breath and he then proceeded to dial your number. As you lifted the phone, he was met with your ragged breaths and sniffles, as you replied with a lump in your throat, “Hello, Iwaizumi?” For a moment, when he heard you, he felt your heart break along with his, but he knew he had to be strong for the both of you. 

He’d known you and Serena since the time you three studied together in Irvine. You and Iwaizumi did not have much in common, but you two were willing to be a part of each other’s interests. You two would watch Godzilla together while you would take him along with Serena out on a drive. Whether it was playing volleyball, playing in the arcade, or sipping on some horchata while gorging on some tacos, you loved to hang outdoors. You two slowly started to become thick as thieves, and you started to have feelings for him.

However, when he confessed one day that he had feelings for Serena, it caused your heart to break inside and you were a little jealous of her, but you had kept all the negativity aside, resigning yourself to thinking that he would never be interested in you to begin with. So, when Oikawa dropped by to visit Iwaizumi, the former ace introduced you to his childhood best friend who started shadowing his idol, the former setter-turned-coach Jose Blanco, when he joined the Club Atletico San Juan, one of the most popular teams in the Argentinian Volleyball Federation.

Tooru had once come across as smug initially, but he eventually captured your heart over you two having a lot more in common with each other, and you had similar experiences growing up. You two eventually fell in love with each other, and you and Tooru and Serena and Hajime got married on the same day. While Hajime and Serena worked in the States, the former gaining American citizenship, you had worked with Serena for a while, until you and Oikawa moved to Argentina, with him gaining Argentinian citizenship.

“Hi, it’s… been a while, hasn’t it?” Iwaizumi asked you, in a softer tone, causing Serena to open her mouth in shock. Taking a long drawn breath, you responded with a quivering voice, “It has, but it’s sad we’re talking under these circumstances.” He nodded, inquiring while Serena widened her eyes, “When did you find out?” Drooping your shoulders, you continued, “I was at an izakaya with my co-workers after we had a successful presentation. Before coming here, it felt really awkward. Many of my co-workers were giving me weird looks throughout the day, until some of them decided to treat me to a drink in the evening. You know that she and I decided to be colleagues in the American Volleyball Association where Kuroo-san referred us before I transferred to Argentina, right? So, I contacted my boss after knowing the news and he granted me permission to work from home. I’ve never done this, Iwa! I take pride in going to work everyday, and I just…” 

You couldn’t speak anymore because you’d started sobbing, smearing your makeup. Iwa repeatedly called your name to calm you down, while flashing his hand at Serena to stop her from walking towards him. Having gained your attention, you replied, “I don’t know what to do, I’m going to be booking a cab home as of now.” He then interrupted you by saying, “Before you do that, I think you need to call Oikawa. This needs to be talked about.” Your eyes widened as fear and anger gripped you, snarking, “wait, is that bitch here?” He hummed in response, causing you to respond, “you know what? Let’s do that. Also, please put the phone on speaker.” 

While Serena does not move an inch, Hajime put the phone in front of him and turned on the speaker, while side-eyeing at her. After a couple of minutes, a familiar voice was heard out loud. “Ola, mi amõr. What's up? Practice is wrapping up, so I’m on my way home. What do you want for dinner?” The whole room could sense that he was acting like nothing happened. Then you continued, “Tooru, I saw the news. I know that you’re having an affair with Serena.” An uncomfortable silence lingered in the room, before Oikawa breaks it, replying in an act of defiance, “Baby, it's not what it looks like,” when Hajime chimed in, exclaiming with seething rage, “So what is it then, Shittykawa, ‘cause it looks like you're all over my wife!” 

Serena then cried out, “Tooru, I did not tell him anything,” with you interrupting her, saying, “Shut up, bitch, no one wants to listen to you!” Tooru was shocked, and he softly replied, “Mi amor, can we talk about this by ourselves, at home? I’m so sorry–” Shaking your head, you retorted, “Nah. You’re only sorry that you got caught. So, either we can’t talk about it at all, or we can talk about it now since you decided to embarrass not just yourself, but all four of us on an international stage. Do you know how many weird looks I got today? Huh? I'd have to call my boss for some days off or to work from home, because paparazzi would probably be fucking hounding my office, putting my job at risk, so I'm at the beach, and I’ll be going back home now, and I’m sure the cameras have reached there too,” you shrug and raise your voice, continuing, “packing our bags, and taking Melina with me to Tokyo, where you’re not going to follow me, do you understand, Oikawa?” 

During this time, Oikawa gets a call from Jose Blanco, his coach, and Iwaizumi from Fuki Hibarida, the coach of the Japanese National Volleyball Team. Both of them were urged to put the phone via a conference call, where everyone was present. You muted your side of the call out of respect but didn't cut the call. Instead, you got up, rustled your dress, and booked a cab home. “Oikawa,” Blanco spoke first, “you’re our most important player in the team, so how is it that your dirty laundry is now aired?” Hibarida continued, “we’ve decided to arrange the conference call, because one, we know that you two have been friends growing up, so this better be fixed somehow, and two, the Olympics are on the way and we don’t want any bad press to affect our games. So, you two better fucking get it together or both of you're off your respective teams, because we're not going to risk our image by being associated with that mess.” Nodding with a single tear streaming down his cheek, Hajime responded, “We are so sorry, Hibarida-san and Blanco-san for all the chaos that’s been happening. I’ll be organizing a press conference tomorrow and come clean. I hope Oikawa does the same, because a lot is at stake here, including our friendship, which has already gone to the dogs. Have a good day, both of you.” 

When both of them hung up, you unmuted yourself and continued speaking, “I’m home now. I’m telling our daughter  that we’re taking an impromptu trip to her grandparents’ place, in Miyagi. Hajime, since our parents live nearby, why don’t you bring your son there?” With a soft smile on his face, he replied, “Already did that, (y/n). It will be nice for our kids to bond. Where will you be staying?” 

“I’ll be staying over at a friend’s place,” you continued, “We’ll be in touch, Haji. But before I hang up, I want to ask the both of you something. Tooru, what did she give you that I couldn't? Serena, what did he give you that Hajime couldn’t provide? What could have been so lacking in our respective marriages, that you, Tooru sought it out in not just any woman, but the wife of your best friend for almost 2 decades? The same question goes to you too, Serena.” Both of them sheepishly replied, “I don't know,” making both you and Iwaizumi even more furious. You then hung up and tried to find a way to collect your emotions and move out to a friend’s place with your daughter before you move back to Tokyo the next day.

On the following day, Hajime and Tooru organized a press conference at their respective places, and Tooru was the first to speak, “Good evening everyone. This press conference is being held to come clean and ensure that our Olympic game is not jeopardized. The rumors are true: I did have an affair with Iwaizumi's wife. All of us have known each other since college days, and Iwaizumi and I grew up together. So, this in no way excuses my actions, or our actions. We were drunk, we acted impulsively without thinking about the impact it would have on our partners We are sorry—not only to everyone we disappointed, but especially to our partners whom we betrayed in one of the most intimate ways. Having said that, it was a one time thing that never should have happened, and all we can do is ask for forgiveness,” half-lying in the end. Then Hajime continued, “Our families request privacy as we figure out how to move forward after this scandal. So, I hope that all of you will respect our decisions in this matter. And to those who are fans of the team and of the sport of volleyball, I request that this isolated incident should not affect your love for it at all. Above all, we’ll always be fans of the sport, no matter what. The press conference ends here.”

Days have passed since you moved out of Argentina back to Tokyo, and you and Hajime had told Serena and Tooru that you two were separating from the both of them. Upon reaching Tokyo, you’d contacted your childhood friend, Tetsuro Kuroo, who was now a sports promoter at the Japan Volleyball Association, who gave you a separate house to live in for a couple of days, and was even willing to refer you for a spot in the JVA, should you wanted to come back to work. You responded, saying that you would think it over. In the meantime, Iwaizumi moved out of the house and contacted his other best friends, Issei Matsukawa and Hanamaki Takahiro. “Bro, we’re really sorry that that happened and you can stay with either one of us,” Mattsun replied over the phone, “however, Oikawa was lying about one thing. It was not a one time thing, Iwaizumi. They’d been sleeping with each other even when you all were just dating.” Hajime felt a sinking feeling within him when he learnt of the dirty little secret.

Despite all the four settling with each other in different countries, Oikawa and Serena had a secret that neither Hajime nor you were aware of. Even though Tooru and Serena loved you two a lot, enough to want to start families  with the both of you, they loved each other differently. The secret glances they shared, the trips they would secretly take to meet each other, the marks they had to hide and everything else surrounding their years of tryst were oblivious to you two. They were never caught, except by some of his Argentinian friends who tried to convince him to stop the affair, until now. Mattsun had eventually learned of this the month before the press leak, when he ended up snooping through Oikawa’s phone when he’d come to Japan for some time before the Olympics. Mattsun told Makki and while the both of them confronted Oikawa and told him to inform Hajime, he said that he would, but since they knew that he wouldn’t, Makki left an anonymous tip to the press who started tracking them, hence the press leak. The day of the press leak, Oikawa lost his cool when he saw the only DM from Makki ‘cause they’d usually talk over the phone: “I hope you enjoy explaining your affair to the press, Oikawa :D”

The first few days went by very drearily, causing you to weep profusely. This affected you so much that it caused you to have sleepless nights and bouts of overeating and not eating at all. You were scared to go to work again so after a couple of days, you contacted your boss saying that you wanted to work from home until the situation died down. So, you started slowly gaining your energy back, and with employing a couple of self-care options, you were slowly feeling better yourself. This didn’t stop you from suddenly thinking about the whole situation without it constantly pricking you. You’d told Tooru that you wanted to be separated and you wanted time to think for yourself and the custody of your daughter. It was especially hard when you’d be in touch with your daughter and you were not able to say anything to her just yet. She may have your hair and your features but she had Tooru’s eyes, and it pained you to see her brown irises  and be reminded of him.

With Hajime, it was different. 

In any case, he kept to himself anyway. Nonetheless, people did still know him as an athletic trainer, and through a couple of viral videos of him working out, he was also referred to as a “DILF.” He never missed looking in the mirror since he started working out consciously and living a healthy lifestyle, and he was proud to see his muscle mass growing in the right places. As he raked his fingers through his hair, he would flex his biceps and admire the physique he was trying to build for himself. 

He was not ashamed of the way he looked. It may have bothered him that he was shorter than Tooru, but he was happy with how he lived. He was aware that Tooru was more popular with girls than he was. However, whenever Serena complimented him and told him that he still looked attractive and that she was lucky to be with him, he became much more at ease. But with her having cheated on him, he suddenly felt a sinking feeling in his stomach, realizing that she may have been lying. He suffered a significant blow to his self-confidence, not only as a partner but also as a parent and a person. The moments he felt like not working out, he would skip it, but would be chided by Mattsun, Makki, and you. 

Everyday you’d check in with Hajime to figure things out as to how you two would be able to cope with everything. You were able to convince one of your old friends who work in the grocery store to deliver the groceries to Hajime so he could avoid the paparazzi, and since Kuroo gets his groceries delivered anyway, you don't have to go out either. This wasn’t just to calm everything down, it's also to salvage your images because you didn’t want people to pity you as the left-behind partners. You two were much more than that. Because life had been kicking the both of you hard, while you two were occasional drinkers, your quantities eventually started increasing. You two somehow found a way to sneak to each other’s houses without garnering unwanted attention. Even if it was for a brief moment, you two indulged in a temporary escape with each other, ignoring the reality that was haunting the both of you. 

One day, at his house, when you two were watching a comedy movie while hogging on some popcorn together, while laughing, your hand subconsciously landed on his thigh and then your eyes turned to each other. Your heart started to beat faster as your eyes landed on his. Ragged breaths were echoed throughout the room, as he closed the laptop. As he was cupping your cheeks and drew your face closer, he asked you slowly, gentlemanly, “(y/n), can I please-” and as you were about to give in to the temptation, your phone buzzed causing you to jolt from your carnal trance as your daughter called you. Sensing that you needed time to think about all that just happened, you told him that you were leaving and that you’d meet him later. 

As you finish speaking with your daughter, while driving back home, your mind then lingers back to the first time when you first saw him at the university's recreation center, his dark brown, spiky hair caught your attention and then his green eyes which truly captured your attention. In discussing the intramural tournaments with him as you were interested in signing up, you found his toned figure attractive. You were standing at the registration desk when Serena grabbed your arm and whispered into your ear, “oooh, did you notice the dickprint on his shorts?  Because that looks so satisfying,” and you did notice a slight bulge in his shorts as you glanced over at him.

He seemed to get the memo when your gaze meets his, as he winked at you, making your cheeks flush as you parted ways. Ever since then, over the years, whenever you touched yourself, as your fingers ran over your clit, everyday, even when you were married to Tooru, you still kept thinking of Hajime as you imagined him calling you, “baby,” as he thrusted himself inside you. You were scared to tell Serena about how you felt for him because they told you individually, and out of respect for both of them, you kept your feelings aside and you genuinely started to like Tooru, but you couldn’t stop thinking of Hajime. How could you? You were truly in love with him.

9th June, 2021. 11:30pm

You realized that it was Hajime’s birthday coming soon, and no sooner did you think about him, than you were immediately reminded of the moment you two had shared when you two almost kissed each other, causing your cheeks to fluster. You’d wanted him for so long, but never got to act on the feelings, but that day, when your lips were about to meet, you realized that you haven’t had sex in so long. Your marriage with Oikawa had fallen apart at its seams, and while you had been thinking of getting back to him for your daughter, that moment with Hajime made you realize that you’d rather have the athletic trainer more than the setter.

Having then downed a few glasses of wine, and craving to be intimate with him, you put your lacy underwear under Hajime’s oversized volleyball shirt, turned on your vibrator, placed it over your clit, and felt the vibrations run through you. Initially, you moved the tip of the toy slowly up your entrance before you let it enter you, then you increase the speed. You were fondling yourself, bursting out in a series of moans when you heard a knock at your door. As you awoke for a brief moment and wondered what was happening, you kept the vibrator on your bedside table. You ran to the door, opening it with your eyes wide and shocked at who was there. The former ace mumbles in a slurred voice, picking you up as he wraps your legs around his waist. He takes your cheeks to bring you closer and begins to kiss you.

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[simpliao]

hi darling, how you doing? i’m so in love with your domestic series, i can’t stop reading it!! also i feel like schlatt saying he hates sharing has been a bit of a theme,,,,, if possible, could you write something about him being jealous with some nice fluff at the end? thank youu 🤍

your hero in shinning armour ; (irl) schatt x reader

– part one , – part two , – part three , – part four , – part five , – part six

summary : so what if it was a stupid fake relationship in a stupid game? knowing he couldn’t stomaching his lover with someone else even in a fake world was enough motivation to hijack her stream.

info : jealousy, fluff, swearing, sugary sweet pet names, minecraft, and an afab + she/her pronouns reader.

a/n : it's always wonderful to hear ! jealous schlatt is honestly one of my favourite things in this world, it fits with my own hc's of his character being insecure with his relationship; and his undying love and yearn to show off the most gorgeous thing in his life.

Schlatt was always a believer in privacy; he hated when other people harassed him to know his business. And yet, there was one personal aspect of his life he felt the urge to always overshare; his beloved wife. Perhaps it stemmed from his mere denial that he could ever land such a woman, one of strong will, refreshing sense of humour, and looks that could instantly have him on his knees. It was more likely that he felt the need to assert and remind everyone in the damn world who owned his pretty girl's heart, not to say she didn't have his over lock and key either.

She made numerous appearances on stream, and having been a guest in every podcast he owned while also appearing on others alongside him. And yet for a lot of their careers it was just that: appearances. They each had their own friend group that they interacted with and made content with, hardcore fans would know, but newcomers or part-time viewers could easily not know of her marriage to the other big Internet personality. It wasn't that they were ashamed to show off each other to viewers, every other tweet or post from either would be a photo of their lover usually in candid photos. It was just that marriage can feel suffocating, draining even when you see the same person all the time at all hours of the day; not to say that either of them regretted it.

They both needed time to be their own person and not just 'that one streamer's husband/wife', this was their way of keeping their relationship outside of work. And it generally went pretty smoothly, schedules needed to be rearranged for it to work, but in the end everything worked out. Or at least it should have. Although the fact was they both discussed their big projects amongst each other, not everything tended to get mentioned; likely because there was just so much to talk to and one could only talk about work for so long. This happened on Y/n's part, with so many things she balanced in her online career, it was bound to be that she forgot to mention something.

And really she didn't think it was that big of a deal, she was a minor character in a role-play smp composed of her friends and friend's of those friends, and it involved a fake relationship that she genuinely thought nothing of. They followed a loose-ish script, she was here on a favour from a friend that figured she could play the role of innocent female that had an arranged marriage but actually falls in love with her arranged husband role pretty well. The problem was that she was playing the role too well.

Their interactions spread like wildfire, and the ship between her character self and her friend's grew exponentially that in inevitably ended up on Schlatt's timeline. He followed a few fanart accounts that he found especially talented, and one had retweeted a very good piece of art that depicted his wife in a romantic scene with someone who was not him. When they had first revealed their relationship, he thought that all other ships between his lover and anyone else died out; because she was married. Although this seemed less than dead, and scrolling through the tag of their ship name (just knowing it existed made him shudder) he found many detailed artworks (and some discussing fan fictions) about this.

He of course ran to his darling about it, trying not to sound sour about it. She was laid out on the couch, cuddling with Jambo whilst mindlessly scrolling through her phone. "Hi sweetheart, hi Jambo– what the fuck is this?" He took a seat near her legs, while extending his phone for her to see; it was the fanart he had originally seen. "Oh, yeah, I'm like married on the SMP I told you about." She had set down her phone and moved her position upright as she moved Jambo off her chest to hold him like a baby, their baby. She thought nothing of it, but seeing her husbands (half) jokingly pouty face she made sure to lean in and kiss his cheek. "It's sorta like the Dream SMP you were apart of, people marry each other for story purposes and whatever. I'm only there as a favour, we both know the kind of fanbase doing Minecraft content can attract nowadays." A light chuckle left him, but he was certainly still salty. "I trust you toots, you know the thought of you with anyone else irks me."

In said tag that he scrolled through until his eyes burned, there were very real stream clips of his Y/n jokingly flirt with this guy. He wasn't mad at her, and he certainly wasn't going to stop based on his own insecurities; she was just doing her job. However... That didn't exactly stop him from messaging this SMP's creator on Twitter.

I want to join your SMP.

Back and forth was exchanged, going through this creator, their friends who managed the story and being practically begged to not drag them into some kind of controversy (his name alone had a chance to stir uproar). And with some convincing, maybe just a little bit of 'if you have me you know viewers will spike', and he was scheduled to make a surprise appearance and literally crash her Minecraft wedding; all while only the SMP's creator, and a handful of others knowing. Y/n and her fake fiancée not having been told.

The day of the lore stream, inside the Schlatt household nothing seemed amiss; in fact it seemed to be oddly cheery. An ear-to-ear smile retained on his face, she knew he was hiding something but couldn't imagine what it could be. "You seem in a good mood today. Wanna share what's got your spirits so high?" She questioned lightheartedly, she loved seeing her husband happy but he just wasn't the type to be for no reason. He set down his steaming mug of bitter black coffee upon the counter, moving in closer to cradle her movingly. "I reminded myself that you're mine." A soft awe escaped the smaller woman's lips, completely oblivious to what should happen once she starts work. "I told you about how I'm marrying this guy on stream today right?" A soft mhm left his lips, "at the end of the day you're mine." She hummed in agreement to this, his comment flying over her head cause how was she supposed to know he was going to crash their wedding?

The stream was going fairly good, in-game text having been turned off to look more cinematic; the notification of a jschlatt joining the game completely not shown. The reasoning behind their union being that of alliance between nations, and just as she'd say those fateful words that she hadn't uttered since her actual wedding; a tnt explosion went off.

And who else's Minecraft character came running in but that of her husband? "WHAT'S UP FUCKERS?" Immediately was heard after he had joined the discord call, having joined the server mere moments before. The name of her lover slipping off her lips in surprise "Schlatt?" This was not apart of the script. "Y/n! Darling, who is that?" "I could be saying the same thing, get your hands off my fucking wife!" Maybe some part of his over the top persona was real burning jealousy, despite the fact they were all interacting in a children's game. It unravelled into a duel to the death, and a subplot he made up along the way that they'd been sneaking out to meet in the dead of night, and that they were true soulmates. He described himself as her hero in shinning armour, proclaiming that he would save her from the forced matrimony. It was adorable, and playing along she didn't miss a beat. "It's true... I'm sorry, I never really wanted to marry you." And the whole thing ended with Schlatt up and killing her would be husband and running away with her.

Once the cameras stopped running, each left their home offices (he didn't want to actually go to their rented out office space out of laziness) and met up in the kitchen, cheeky grin akin to that of earlier that morning. A small smile upon hers, "so that's what had you in such a good mood?" "Maybe a little." He was quick to wrap her up in his arms, catching a glimpse of the wedding ring that she never took off; a flood of warmth and glee washed over him. His own wedding band reminding him of who always waited at home for him. Even just the quick peck of her lips was like a surge of dopamine; just having her around tested his self control. "Were you jealous, by chance?" Her teasing words spoke a rhetorical question, she already knew the answer to that. She expected him to vehemently reject the notion; but with those eyes of pure devotion he spoke without a speck of sarcasm.

"Yeah, I really was." A toothy grin accompanying his words, hands gripping at her upper arms in a gentle hold. "I... It's so fucking stupid, I know. I watched your stream clips and you looked so radiant and... I was scared he'd make you happier than I would. I know maybe ruining some part of whatever narrative they were trying to write was slightly extreme, but I'd do anything not to lose you." Her eyes had this soft gaze upon him that made everything feel okay, "I'm sorry I ruined your stream sweetheart, know that I asked permission first." "There's nothing to be sorry about, if anything I'm sorry." She huffed out, a feeling of guilt overcoming her heart. "I should've asked you how you felt about it first, no one could ever make me happier than you can. Please don't worry yourself over it, and I'm sorry for making you feel like that."

It may have felt slightly dramatic and cheesy, lord knows Schlatt would never let this kind of tender moment between the two ever get let out as to not damage his macho persona. But he was human too, and at the end of the day sometimes he needed those sappy sweet words of reassurance; he knows he isn't perfect but it's nice to know he's enough.

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[queentheweeb]

Villain Izuku X Shy Female Reader

A/N: Izuku is basically Shigaraki but, with more connections and power

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You love your husband to death you really do but, sometimes you wonder how did you end up being the wife of the most dangerous criminal in all of Asia? It was unheard of especially with your personality. You were the complete opposite of Izuku or his codename 'Deku". While he was cold, ruthless, murdered with no hesitation, and committed robbery, kidnappings, torture, and domestic violence you were docile and always brought the sweet side that no one except you knew existed. He used to keep you hidden and you used to believe it was because he was ashamed that he's the epitome of a villain and he ended up with such a soft-spoken, awkward, stuttering docile woman such as yourself. Well, you thought it wasn't going to last and he was going to kill you within the first week but, here you were seven years later with a ring on your finger watching your four-year-old twins and no stuttering problem. Yes. You gave Izuku children and he adored them just as much as he adored you. 

"Mama." You turned to look at your girl Izumi who was born first. She was the spitting image of her father from the wild dark green hair to the red eyes and freckles however, she had your personality and was very docile. Her brother Kusan looked like you except he also had red eyes and he was a mix of both you and his father. He was quiet but was not hesitant in punching someone in the face if any of his daycare stories were anything to go by. Honestly, your children were almost polar opposites but, they complimented each other so well and they were both your husband and your own light

"Come here, baby." With zero hesitation she got up and climbed into your lap snuggling into your chest. She was your hugger and you were more than happy to indulge her. Kusan wasn't exactly a fan of hugs but never complained per se whenever you did initiate a hug or asked for one. He was going to grow up and be just like his dad. You felt your daughter snuggle into your chest more which meant she had something on her mind "What's the matter 'zumi?" She hugged tighter before sighing and pulling away a bit to look up at you 

"Why is daddy always so busy?" You gave her a closed-off smile running your hand through her hair trying to tame her untameable curls. How were you supposed to go into depth to your four-year-old that her daddy was the strongest villain in Asia and he had a lot of shit to do to keep his family safe?

"Well a lot of people don't like daddy and in turn don't like us. He disappears a lot to protect us from those people who want to hurt us." You hoped to put her at ease and it seemed to work until Kusan spoke up

"What would happen if one of them got past him?" You looked at him not bothered by the question at all. He was only four and it was okay to be worried about daddy and those you love as well

"Well we always got your aunts and uncles but, if push comes to shove I'll protect the both of you with my life." You gave them both a very open grin and when you got an armful of your second child you weren't complaining. They knew you weren't lying. They remember somewhat of a man who was trying to kidnap them when they were two and before Izuku can activate one of his quirks you were on both of them their throats slashed in a blink of an eye and your babies in your arm the next second. Safe to say you almost had baby #3 and he asked to marry you again. You smiled softly at the memory and as you looked down at their relaxed and peaceful faces you knew you'll kill a million people if it meant keeping them safe.

"I see that they're asleep." If you weren't so used to your husband popping up out of nowhere you would have jumped out of your skin. However, he was Izuku the man you've known for 10 years and married to for 7 so there wasn't much that he could scare you with.

"Yeah, Izumi was asking me why you're always so busy and I told them that you're just making sure we are safe. I made a promise too that if there comes a time you don't make it I'll protect them for life." He simply stared before giving you that private smile that he only lets you see. It wasn't the malicious grin or smirk, the angry scowl, grimace, frown, or gritted teeth. No this was a genuine smile that can full anyone into believing he was one of the good guys. It was fine though with you. Let them be fooled it was kind of funny when they thought he was some sort of bad boy but, he turns out to be more than they bargained for. 

"That's something that doesn't need to be worried about. I'll always be there even when I'm not." He made his way over to you giving his twins a kiss before planting a soft one on your lips. It was always so nice when he was like this. It was moments like this that made you forget that every hero on the continent was looking for him, that other villains wanted his head served on a silver platter, and that Deku wasn't used as scary stories to straighten out unruly kids. No. He was simply Izuku a man who got the short end of the stick time and time again when he was a kid and the death of his mother is what finally made him snap. You pulled away from the kiss giving him a genuine smile which earned you a pat on the cheek "Put them in the playpen and follow me." You did as told getting up carefully and placing your sleeping children into the playpen watching in amusement as they rolled over and clung to each other.

"They're going to be a force to be reckoned with one day." You heard Izuku grunt in agreement behind you feeling his hand slip into yours and pull you toward wherever the two of you were going. You had time to mull over a lot of things but, one thing always stayed the same. There was no place you would rather be.

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[racfoam]

more nynn growing up together

“Do you ever wonder?” asked Lily, her head on James shoulder. They were resting from their Head Boy and Head Girl duties.

“Wonder?” James prompted

“I heard a rumour,” said Lily.

“Oh,” said James mischievously, grinning. “Do tell. I love rumours.”

Lily lowered her voice to a whisper, like she was afraid to say it too loudly fearing it was true. “I heard You-Know-Who has a wife.”

James burst out laughing. He laughed so hard his stomach ached, laughed so hard he almost fell.

“It isn’t funny, James!” said Lily, scolding, watching her soulmate laugh. “What if it’s true? What if he’s... Got his soulmate trapped somewhere? In a forced marriage?!”

“Oh Merlin,” chuckled James, giggling, as though this idea was even funnier. For which, at last, Lily punched him in the shoulder.

“Ow, all right, all right. Serious James, okay, serious James.” He forced his grin down.

“I pity anyone who has the unfortunate fate of having Whats-His-Name for a soulmate. And come on, Lily, there’s no way he has a replied soulmark. I bet he killed his soulmate without even knowing.”

“But then his wrist would hurt!” said Lily.

“Okay, then he hasn’t got a soulmate.” said James, shrugging.

Lily’s face darkened with even further worry. “What if she’s his soulmate but he isn’t hers? There are a lot of those cases.”

James frowned, and suddenly, he really did turn serious. It was a serious topic.

“You know, I wonder who your cousin's soulmate is? You know, that beautiful witch with glasses...”

“Ah! Harriet. Huh. Come to think of it, I never asked her. I don't see her very often... I only met her once, but she was nice. Bought me ice-cream.”

“You consider anyone who buys you ice-cream nice, James.”

“Guilty as charged. So... There are three possibilities for Dark Lord supreme's soulmate. One, he killed them and suffered an entire month of agony, which, he deserves. Two, she is his soulmate but he isn’t hers and he is doing terrible things to her and we have to go save her — if she even exists. And three.”

“Three?”

James nodded. “They are each other's soulmates and she’s as kicked in the head as he is. Perfect match. Match made in heaven.”

“There’s a fourth option,” said Lily.

“Fourth?”

“They're each other’s soulmates, and she’s a completely normal witch. A kind witch. His opposite, but also his equal. And they get along. Somehow, they do.”

James was spelled silent.

“Have you been reading some soulmate novels starring a dark wizard and light witch?” asked James, concerned. “Because let me tell you, they may be popular in fiction, but there’s a reason why they’re rare in the real world. They clash too much and rarely work out.”

“What?” asked Lily. “Even the all-evil You-Know-Who can have a soulmate, James. Someone who loves him as he is. Just like I do you.”

“All right.” said James, deciding to surrender, because, well... It was a nice thought to think everyone had their perfect partner who loved them no matter what. “I think, if she does exist, she’s a nutter. Because only a nutter would marry You-Know-Who.”

Harriet Potter, the nutter who married You-Know-Who, was currently busy laughing in the kitchen while her husband, the all evil You-Know-Who, had the flour mixture dripping down his serpentine face because he insisted on helping her with making cupcakes and made a very grave error with the mixer.

Harry grabbed a napkin; Voldemort bent down, and Harry carefully wiped his face, making sure the mixture didn't enter her husband’s slit-like nostrils. Once she was finished with cleaning his face, she lowered her hand, smiling.

The Dark Lord took the hand that cleaned his face with his white, skeletal hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed it.

“Thank you.”

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[cornerofhell]

What's In a Name?

The night was a chill one, but a the cave of the leprechaun did wonders of insulation to keep its inhabitants warm and toasty. And that was obvious as the two relaxed on their bed.

Their day had been a long one of window shopping and actual shopping, gathering different things for their future children to enjoy. Sure, a lot of it was stolen, but who was the wiser? They had their cribs and such for their babes, who would be here soon if the timing was right. Either way, the future parents were exhausted.

Lucky rested against her pile of pillows upright, flipping through the baby magazine she'd gotten from outside. As she did, she relaxed against the warmth of her husband’s embrace. To the untrained eye he appeared asleep, but with his ear pressed against her swollen stomach and his clawed hand moving oh-so carefully along, the jig was up.

“If you wake them up, I swear, Lub, I'll kill you.” Lubdan's bright green eyes flicked up to see his wife’s brown ones glaring down at him. She wasn't angry at him, he could tell. Her eyes always looked like they were on fire when she was angry. This one, was more of a beg of him to be careful, behind the guise of a threat.

“After the day we had, I'd be surprised if they weren't as sleepy as we are, dear.” The leprechaun gestured to her stomach, which had been active with kicks, punches, and rolls all day. The leprechauness groaned at the thought, tossing her magazine somewhere on the bed. “Busy doing gymnastics and using Mommy's bladder as a goddamn trampoline.”

Lubdan couldn't help but snicker. “I told ye’ leprechaun babies are a handful. Even in the womb. You're lucky they're not like I was. Mum told me all the time that I hardly slept a wink.”

The former human raised an eyebrow in confusion at the reminder of the story he had told her long ago. “How could she tell? There was like- six of you, right?” “Eh, she could tell. She'd done it like, five times.”

The leprechaun sat up a bit now to look at his beautiful bride, though his hand continued to rest upon her stomach. “Why, can't you keep track of who is who?”

“Well yeah, Baby one has always been by my ribs, Baby two likes to switch and piss off Baby one, and Baby three usually stays down at the bottom, by my bladder.” With each little one mentioned, Lucky guided her husband’s hand to each spot where their babies resided. He could even feel them a little bit. “I'm just wondering how she could do it with six.”

Lubdan smiled as he felt his children more closely, so close but so far, but something hit his mind, and he turned to her. “Is that what you call them? Just… numbers?”

Lucky was taken off guard by the question, her eyebrows raised in surprise. “No! That's… sort of just a nickname. I just thought you wanted to name them, since they're gonna be the first in years and stuff…” Lubdan rose a brow himself this time, before letting out a laugh. “I mean, I want them all to have a little Irish in their names, but it wasn't like I was gonna take them from you!”

The two stared at each other before Lucky joined the giggles, both surprised and amused by the misunderstanding, before turning back to their children, who somehow hadn’t woken up.

“Is there any names you've got in mind? I’ve got a few, but the girl names would just be suggestions for the daughters, y’know?” The mother relaxed back into her pillow palace, trying to get comfortable with her sore back. “Yeah, that makes sense. Have got a few m’self, boy and girl.” Lubdan crawled up beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

“I’d like one to be named Torin. After me’ dad.” Lubdan’s chest puffed with pride as he spoke of the departed. Lucky felt her lips curl into a smile at her husband’s pride, before leaning on the leprechaun’s shoulder. “Torin what? He’s gonna need a middle name…Ooh! How about that nickname your brothers gave you? It’s cute.” Lubdan’s eyebrows rose in surprise.

“Odhran? Torin Odhran, the leprechaun….. I like it. Love it, actually! Torin Odhran, our little green chief.”

The next name took them a while as they wanted to choose names they both had always liked. Different names they'd heard throughout their childhoods, some Irish, some not. But soon enough, within around fifteen minutes, they decided on [REDACTED NAME]. A name of their compromised design. The two were exhausted, but knew they had to finish this. Their children deserved to all be named fully.

“Alright… we've got the first two-” “Finally.” “SO- What's your idea for lil number three?” the two playfully glared after their long back and forth of names, before Lucky decided her answer. “Brian. It's one I've liked since I was little.”

Lubdan blinked in surprise, before he began to laugh. A laugh that he didn't seem able to control. A laugh that made his mouth so wide that Lucky could almost count each of his rotten teeth.

Lucky stared at her husband with a dumbfounded expression, one part of her offended at such a reaction to a name she genuinely enjoyed, and the other just goddamned confused at her husband's hysterical laughter. “WHAT the hell is so funny?”

The leprechaun wiped tears of laughter from his eyes before turning to his wife, seeing her expression of hurt and confusion, and quickly grabbed her shoulder, trying to calm himself. “Oh no no dear, I'm sorry! I'm not laughin’ at the name! I like it! It's jus’ the situation.” He managed to wheeze out, before catching his breath.

“We took so long on the last one, and the first one that comes out of your mouth is a bleedin'- Irish one that I like. I just thought it was funny after all that!” “Ohhhhh!” Lucky sighed in relief and amusement, a smile back on her face, along with a playful eye roll from her husband's antics. “I… didn't know Brian was Irish, in all honesty. I just liked the sound.”

“Oh yeah! It means “High or Noble”. Even had someone in the village named that. Though he was the opposite of noble, fool was a moron… But I'm sure that our little Brian Kelly will be the best Brian ever known.” Lubdan placed his hand upon where Lucky had shown him where baby three was earlier with a proud smirk.

“Brian Kelly?” Lucky laughed. “Oh come on, don't tell me you don't love it! It's a good name. As good as the others. It means “war”. Come on, noble war? It's pretty badass!” The father defended with a grin, thinking of the chaos all three of his beloved children would create, and the children after them, and those after them.

His wife watched him grin before she shaking her head with a smile. “Alright, alright, you've convinced me. Brian Kelly it is. Now that you mention it, it sounds pretty good.” Her hand made its way to her husband's hair, playfully messing with the red locks, which he leaned into like a cat would to a scratch behind the ears.

“Alright, enough boy talk. What would you say if or when our girls come to us for help with their names?” Lucky's question was a true one. They were bound to get at least ONE daughter in their large planned family. Best to be prepared.

Lubdan rested his chin upon his fist, a small, warm smile rising to his green lips as memories from family of each name filled his head. “Fiona, Saoirse, Noreen, and Caitria… What about you?”

Lucky recognized those names. She'd heard stories behind each one, of her mother and sister-in-laws she'd never met. Just as she'd recognized the other names mentioned before. It was fitting. To honor the old while the new lived on. “Well I hope they choose yours, but… I’d say Rosalie, Anastasia, Ruby, and Ellanore… What do you think?”

“Well, they're not Irish, but…. They're perfect. They're all perfect…. Even if some aren't Irish.” Lubdan pressed his forehead against Lucky's, and she leaned into the touch with a sleepy, but content smile. “You're an asshole.” “Your asshole.” “Mm-hmm.”

And with that, the two kissed, within their little patch of peace in their home that they'd soon share with-

Suddenly Lucky jumped in surprise, before letting out a pained groan and sliding down back into her pillows. “Goddamnit, [Redacted], baby, not now! Go back to night night- oh god they're all up.”

Lubdan looked at his wife's stomach and sure enough, the little one had kicked, waking up both brothers, who were now stirring active with little kicks and flips and movements. This was gonna be a long night.

“Want me to get the music pregnancy speaker, love?” “PLEASE.”

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Alrighhhhht! My first OC x slasher piece! I'm super happy with how this turned out, especially with how I drew Lubdan

Some of you may be confused as to why Lubdan and Lucky only think of "suggestions" for daughters. Because every single leprechaun is born biologically male, and the only female leprechauns in history besides Lucky and others transformed like her, are trans! And because of their magic, can transform fully into the gender they prefer when they decide! There are also non binary leprechauns, genderfluid leprechauns, etc.

This is also why Baby 2's name is REDACTED, because that is her dead name, and she shall identify as a lovely lass!

Lucky and Lubdan know this very well (Lubdan especially since literally he grew up with these things), and will accept their children with open arms.

#horror #slashers #leprechaun #lubdan #lucky jane ramone leprechaun #horror oc #story piece #drawing #slasher oc #leprechaun 2

[ridiasfangirlings]

The clans hang out in an everybody lives au and the conversation gets to love interests. Some don't want to reveal the names of who they like and instead describes them. MikoRei's description of each other sounds like insults, SaruMi doesn't recognize their descriptions, KuroShiro has Shiro having fun with this, and IzuSeri is the only normal one and they weren't hiding the other person's name.

Someone’s gotta be the adults in this conversation okay XD Imagine Everybody Lives AU and maybe the cast are having like a meeting at Shiro’s dorm just to go over the state of things in the post-Slate world. As they’re talking Neko comes in, having just finished up her classes for the day, and she attaches herself to Shiro as she asks if they’re having ‘girl talk.’ Kukuri was telling her about this, that everyone sits in a big ring and discusses their love lives and other things. Shiro says this isn’t quite the same but he would be happy to discuss his love life, he has a beautiful wife who cooks him delicious meals every day. Neko is intrigued by the food part but curious about the ‘wife’ mention, Kuroh steps out of the kitchen and clears his throat as he menacingly states that he perhaps has interest in someone but that person should learn to be more conscious of the one making his food. Shiro laughs sheepishly like oops upset the wife, Kuroh sighs and says it’s difficult dealing with a useless husband, all while Neko looks between the two of them in confusion.

Munakata suggests they get back to the task at hand but Shiro thinks this is nice, isn’t it good to just discuss personal things and get to know each other better sometimes. He wonders if Munakata has anyone he’s interested in and Munakata states that the only person occupying his thoughts regularly is a certain troublesome barbarian. Mikoto thinks that’s an awfully nasty thing for Munakata to say but he gets it, he’s got a lot on his plate dealing with a stuffed shirt kind of guy who always gives lectures and can’t admit that he’s wrong.

Shiro decides maybe he should change the subject before they start fighting and destroy his dorm, he looks around for a rescue and his eyes rest on Yata. Yata of course gets all red at the mention of romance, coughing and looking nervous as he admits well there is someone, this really amazing guy but he’s kinda hard to deal with and always oblivious about these kinds of things so it’s hard to talk to him. Fushimi clicks his tongue and says of course an idiot like Misaki wouldn’t be able to handle anyone with more depth than a swimming pool and Yata’s like oh yeah well who do you like then. Fushimi snorts and says he doesn’t care about stupid things like romance, but if he did maybe there’s a sunshine idiot with a stupid smile out there that he could handle if that person ever stopped being a moron for one minute. Yata’s all surprised like wait so you do have a crush on someone who is it while Fushimi says that’s none of Yata’s business and doesn’t Yata have a crush on someone else too. Shiro also has to stop them before another fight can happen, even as he mutters under his breath ‘it’s—it’s really obvious for both of you, you know.’

Finally he turns to Awashima and Kusanagi, both of whom are drinking tea and waiting to get back to business talk. Shiro asks about who they like, surely Kusanagi is the type of person that gets a lot of attention. Kusanagi slowly looks up from his cup and then laughs a little as he admits that he and Awashima are already dating. Shiro’s actually caught off guard because hey someone said it right out, he tries to ask Awashima and she just calmly says ‘yes, we’re dating.’ There’s a long silence as everyone collectively realizes that mature adults are really something huh. 

#sarumi #Izuseri #Kuroshiro #Mikorei #Talking K #ah mature adults #what must that be like everyone is so amazed #like imagine just saying who you're dating XD #Shiro now regrets that he even asked everyone else #Neko started this but lost interest three couples ago and went to have some fish

[mostremote]

Donald Sutherland on President Snow

Dear Gary Ross: 

Power. That's what this is about? Yes? Power and the forces that are manipulated by the powerful men and bureaucracies trying to maintain control and possession of that power? 

Power perpetrates war and oppression to maintain itself until it finally topples over with the bureaucratic weight of itself and sinks into the pages of history (except in Texas), leaving lessons that need to be learned unlearned.  

Power corrupts, and, in many cases, absolute power makes you really horny. Clinton, Chirac, Mao, Mitterrand. 

Not so, I think, with Coriolanus Snow. His obsession, his passion, is his rose garden. There's a rose named Sterling Silver that's lilac in colour with the most extraordinarily powerful fragrance – incredibly beautiful – I loved it in the seventies when it first appeared. They've made a lot of off shoots of it since then.  

I didn't want to write to you until I'd read the trilogy and now I have so: roses are of great importance. And Coriolanus's eyes. And his smile. Those three elements are vibrant and vital in Snow. Everything else is, by and large, perfectly still and ruthlessly contained. What delight she [Katniss] gives him. He knows her so perfectly. Nothing, absolutely nothing, surprises him. He sees and understands everything. he was, quite probably, a brilliant man who's succumbed to the siren song of power. 

How will you dramatize the interior narrative running in Katniss's head that describes and consistently updates her relationship with the President who is ubiquitous in her mind? With omniscient calm he knows her perfectly. She knows he does and she knows that he will go to any necessary end to maintain his power because she knows that he believes that she's a real threat to his fragile hold on his control of that power. She's more dangerous than Joan of Arc. 

Her interior dialogue/monologue defines Snow. It's that old theatrical turnip: you can't 'play' a king, you need everybody else on stage saying to each other, and therefore to the audience, stuff like "There goes the King, isn't he a piece of work, how evil, how lovely, how benevolent, how cruel, how brilliant he is!" The idea of him, the definition of him, the audience's perception of him, is primarily instilled by the observations of others and once that idea is set, the audience's view of the character is pretty much unyielding. And in Snow's case, that definition, of course, comes from Katniss. 

Evil looks like our understanding of the history of the men we're looking at. It's not what we see: it's what we've been led to believe. Simple as that. Look at the face of Ted Bundy before you knew what he did and after you knew.  

Snow doesn't look evil to the people in Panem's Capitol. Bundy didn't look evil to those girls. My wife and I were driving through Colorado when he escaped from jail there. The car radio's warning was constant. 'Don't pick up any young men. The escapee looks like the nicest young man imaginable'. Snow's evil shows up in the form of the complacently confident threat that's ever present in his eyes. His resolute stillness. Have you seen a film I did years ago? 'The Eye of the Needle'. That fellow had some of what I'm looking for.

The woman who lived up the street from us in Brentwood came over to ask my wife a question when my wife was dropping the kids off at school. This woman and her husband had seen that movie the night before and what she wanted to know was how my wife could live with anyone who could play such an evil man. It made for an amusing dinner or two but part of my wife's still wondering.

I'd love to speak with you whenever you have a chance so I can be on the same page with you.

They all end up the same way. Welcome to Florida, have a nice day!

Source: Business Insider

#the hunger games #president snow #I'm sure this is old hat to people who have been in the fandom for years but I was floored to find this

[juneandnick]

5x03 : Border (My POV)

Back at home after seeing Hannah on big screen, June cannot stop thinking about the color her daughter was wearing. While Luke does not seem worried. As I already said: He did a beautiful scrapbooking during all these years, he did not notice colors mean somethings at Gilead. Really? I suspect June to have an idea. Particularly when Moira says: It is not pink, though. She is not a little girl anymore.

I am surprised they did not try to find a replay on the Internet. They could have make some screenshots. I would have liked to see June take a break from the video on Nick in this episode but especially later in the season. Because she really made me feel like she did not give a f***. Do not tell me she tries to be happy with Luke. I absolutely do not buy this s***. She thinks of Nick only when she needs him.

When you are in love, you can try to not think or talk of this person. Whether you want it or not, you do not decide because your heart does not follow any rules. And we have a perfect example later in the same episode: Nick's fantasy.

I wonder how long Moira has known of the existence of a group at the border. Does it mean that she could have sent messages to June when her friend was still at Gilead? In any case, it seems to show that in seven years Luke has not struggled to find ways to find his wife (or to contact her) other than through Mark. And some people dare to say that he could not do anything. This prove the opposite.

Lawrence's guests arrive to his house. We discovers finally Commander Mackenzie (who wears two stars on his jacket). I am intrigued by his line: We would hate to miss a chance to see Rose or a chance to get to meet her new husband. New husband? I wonder what happened to the previous one? And who he was?

I find it really weird the way Serena and Nick look at each other. Is he afraid of her judgment about Rose? Is she surprised to see him at this dinner? It is weird or I missed something. Anyway it is nice to see Nick and Rose interacting together.

At the table, despite his training in masking his emotions, Nick begins to have trouble not letting anything show when June is mentioned, not in a pleasant way.

Back to border, June and Moira keep busy while waiting for Nick's call. We learn a little more about Mayday's help to Gilead's people. When suddenly they hear screams outside. A guardian arrives with Rachel, a young teenager who wears eco's clothes. He cannot stay because he has a wife and a kid : I cannot leave them behind. He could be free but he cannot because he cares about his family.

Under a bandstand, Mark is waiting the end of the evening for drive Serena back to the hotel. I love the fact that Nick comes to meet him because he wants to make sure he will be the first to talk of Rose to June. It is a delicate attention on his part.

About the phone call, I did not change idea. June is relieved to hear Nick's voice. As in S4E09, he exactly knows why she contacts him and as on the bridge S4E03, he tries to reassures her: Hannah is safe. I did not get to talk to her but she is okay.

June asks to Nick to take risks without to think he could be in a shitty situation because of Fred’s death: I know it is a lot to ask, but maybe you could transfer to her district. You can watch out for her. He had just said: I am sorry I cannot do more.

In S4E09, Nick already proved to June he is always there for Hannah if he can: I knew you would keep looking for her, so I started putting some stuff together. Never thought I had give it to you in person […] And I am here … to do what I can.

Max Minghella says: Nick is always been quite keen to orchestrate some kind of reunion between June and Hannah. And help reinstate that family unit but at the same time he is in love with June. At this point, if Hannah was safe in Canada with her parents, I wonder if June would still care about Nick. If we can call it: caring.

Music by Adam Taylor

- What Was She Wearing ❤️

- Intruder At Camp ❤️

Source Pictures: Screenshots (by me)

#the handmaid's tale #osblaine #june osborne #nick blaine #S5E03 #season5 #my POV #adam taylor #music

[prettyisasprettydoes1306]

Corey

" Oouuu shit.. don't stop!" Corey grabbed a handful of Melanie's hair as he continued to fucked her senseless.

" I'm about to cum."

" Hold that shit." Corey said into her ear as he felt his nut building up.

Pushing her onto her stomach Corey dug into her making her lose control and cum. Feeling her walls tighten around him he felt his balls tighten and soon released his seed into the condom.

Lightly chuckling he pulled himself out of Melanie and fell down on the other side of the bed next to her.

Him and Melanie had divorced almost two years ago he never thought they would be back in the predicament they were in now. From the nasty things she did and the ugly words he said they never thought they would be coming to each other a couple times a week to get their physical needs met.

Sometimes he wondered how did he and her get to this place of just casual sex and then he remembered ......everything.

In the beginning everything was great between the couple in their first years of marriage but things seemed to hit the fan after Melanie snagged her dream job. That job had started to mean more to her than being a wife to her man as well as being a mother to their daughter.

Corey tried not to complain hell he even bit his tongue knowing how hard she worked to get to this position and didn't want to hinder her but she forgot about him. In public Corey was the supportive understanding husband but behind closed doors he was missing his wife and being second best was slowly killing him inside. The straw that broke the camels back was her sudden lack of time for their daughter.

Magi got accustomed to seeing her mother and gotten used to spending time with her when she was a stay at home mom.

A couple months ago Melanie came to him stressed out about their baby girls behavior towards her and even in her daycare classes. Melanie had came to her peak with Magi and how she was acting. Her constant back to back tantrums and being hard headed had took it's toll and Melanie didn't know what else to do.

Corey had suggested that maybe Magi come and stay with him for a while but Melanie cried at thought of it. Saying no she felt like if she put Magi off on her father she would feel like a bad mother and that she couldn't handle Magi and what she was going through. Let alone what people would think about it.

In previous arguments Corey would be quick to point out her hours and how many she spent working late at her office on top of her out of town business trips he was the one spending more time with Magi. But not wanting to kick her while she was down he sat and talked with Melanie hopefully that him saying these things in a sincere tone would open her eyes to see what she was doing was affecting their child.

After speaking about solutions to help with Magi, Melanie actually felt really good and pretty confident going forward with trying to go about things with Magi. Getting up to walk her out Melanie gave Corey a hug and said thank you but when she pulled away from him she felt something, a pull almost.

Looking him in his eyes and taking in his features she just kissed him. It wasn't a regular kiss either. She kissed him with almost the same passion as on their honeymoon night. That night they had made love over and over again but when the next day came they had to have a serious conversation about what transpired between them two the night before. Neither one was seeing anyone since their divorce and decided to just come to each other when they needed some special attention.

Their friends definitely opposed to them doing this and a lot of people who known the former couple thought they were working past their problems but that was the furthest from the truth. They only had mutual respect for one another as past partners and parents. They weren't getting back together and they knew that. After his split from Melanie he was very picky with his choice in women. He felt like most of them seen him as a good looking man, with a nice car and good job as the cities lead architecture contractor and just wanted the benefits of his lifestyle and not him.

They were looking to lock him down by thinking throwing pussy the right way would secure a wedding ring and they were wrong. Marriage was something Corey wasn't completely sold on trying again.

Looking over at Melanie he stared at her looking how she changed from when the two first started dating and for him they weren't good changes. She was still as beautiful if not more beautiful than the day he met her but he found out the hard way that beauty wasn't all of what it was cracked up to be.

No matter or how it happened Melanie was determined to get ahead. After having Magi it kinda slowed her up a bit with having an infant but once she was comfortable with Magi going to daycare she was back in it. Getting herself into the corporate world was a dream of hers since middle school and once she was able to get her shot she went at it.

"Why didn't you tell me about Micah and Deanna breaking up?" Melanie said breaking the silence they sat in.

Twisting up his face at her random question he was genuinely confused as hell as to why she really think he would tell Micah's business.

" Corey?"

" What?"

" I know you heard me. Answer my question."

Letting out a sigh he sat up a bit and turned his body to her. " I didn't tell you nothing because it ain't your business and it ain't my business to tell someone else's business."

" How is it not my business and that's my cousin and Deanna was my friend."

" That's where I'm gonna stop you. Your right that's your cousin but if he don't want you to know something at the moment and wants to tell you on his own time then he can and I'm gonna honor that wish as his friend. So far as Deanna? Y'all two as friends? Associates and acquaintances are more so the words for y'all. That friend shit is a reach."

Melanie knew that last part to be true. It's not that she didn't like her she was more so jealous that she was where she wanted to be in life at a time that she didn't have it all together.

" It caught me completely off guard when I ran into Deanna at the Starbucks on Atlantic Ave and we caught up and she told me everything and also that you knew and didn't tell me."

"Like I said it wasn't none of your business. Until he made it your business."

" I think it was and I really feel like you should've told me." Melanie folded her arms.

Getting up from the bed he picked up his clothes and started to get dressed to get away from the brewing argument knowing that it was just waiting to happen.

" Where are you going?"

" Home. I'm not trying to argue with you right now. I'll see you in a couple days."

"No you won't."

" And why is that?" He questioned.

She sighed running her hands through her hair gaining the courage to say what she felt.

"I think it's time to stop this thing between us two." She used her index finger to point between them.

"Okay." Corey said facing Melanie shrugging his shoulders and proceeded to look for his socks.

Getting flustered by his nonchalantness she couldn't believe how he was just said okay like it was nothing. She didn't necessarily want him back but it was his nonchalant attitude that ticked her off.

" I just feel like if we are divorced then let's be that and actually act like divorced people. No more casual sex. We need to get out and start seeing other people."

" Your right. I agree. I know we were having sex out of comfortability and for the time being that was fine. I didn't expect it to last forever." Corey said sitting on the edge of her bed.

" FOUND EM!" Corey said seeing his socks unseen her dresser.

" So we're cool?" She asked putting on her satin robe.

" Yeah we're good." He said which was true he had no reason not dislike her. They weren't together and them fucking was just a temporary thing. She was still a friend and most importantly Magi's mother.

Nodding her head she sighed again sitting in her vanity chair.

" Hey! You think you can take care of Magi for a week?"

" No problem but what's up?"

" I want to go on this cruise with some of my friends. I don't know the last time I had a break and figured this would be good for me to go."

" Okay I think so too. When y'all supposed to leave?"

" In two weeks and are you sure Magi won't be in your way? I could call my mom and see if she could-"

" I'm good. Me and my baby girl will be fine. You enjoy your trip." He said as made sure he had all that he needed before he left out.

" See you later."

" Bye. Be safe Corey!" She yelled out as he left out her bedroom.

Making it home he tossed the mail onto the counter and heard his phone ringing.

" What's up Trey."

" Aye, did you pick up my suits from the dry cleaners?"

" Yeah man I got em."

" Thanks man this last minute trip out here fucked me up. But that's not the only reason I called I was trying to see if you were able to hang tomorrow we all linking at Danny's."

" Yeah I'll be there."

" Aiight I'll see you tomorrow."

" Aiight. One."

Hanging up the phone Corey went to his fridge to see what he wanted to make himself for dinner. Settling for baked ziti he only had to get the ricotta cheese and ziti noodles since he had everything else.

Grabbing his keys he headed up the block to the closest grocery store. Grabbing a cart he made his way to the cheese section and pick up a large tub of ricotta cheese.

Deciding to pick himself up some cereal he made a detour to the aisle look for his favorite cereal. While walking down the aisle he seen a woman struggling to get a duo box of cereal.

" Need help?"

" Oh thank god! Yes please!" The petite brown skinned woman sighed happy that she didn't have to struggle anymore to get the last box of the double boxed cereal.

" No problem. I got you." Corey lightly laughed reaching up grabbing the box off the shelf and placing it in her shopping cart.

" Thank you so much. I swear I was about to give the hell up." Corey laughed as he took in the woman's features she was beautiful. Like 90's beautiful. Simple but breathtaking.

"Your welcome love." He chuckled at her.

" What's your name?"

"Corey, yours?" He reached out to shake her hand.

"Nice meeting you Corey. I'm Yomi."

@novaniskye @thegifstories @miyuhpapayuh @cecereads209

#the players club

[quacka-quacka]

I love your blog so much. I read all your previous post and it was incredible. The amount about Paul previous partner is really meticulous and impressive. I dont really know much about his partner, tbh they never strikes me to know more about them. Since i’ve run through your blog, now I understand Linda and Jane better and some insight on them. I dont quite fancy about Paul&Linda as hippie lovey dovey couple as much this fandom likes to portrayed them especially in Mclennon fandom. I always felt that Linda cant be that clueless about John relationship with Paul. Since ive read your blog about Jane, maybe she(Linda) did not know much his feeling towards John. And i think John’s jealousy on Jane is same as Paul’s jealousy on Yoko. Now i feel bad for Linda, she just a girl from America think that she scores the most hottest Rockstar in the world was actually in love with his male partner? I think I understand the resentment Linda felt towards Jane, Jane who has the courage to leave Paul and pursue her career as an actress and don’t want any association with The Beatles that was sophisticated badass. While as for her, she just a wife and mother who runs thing in the house and thats not the image she want to be. Linda before Paul was sexy and independent woman suddenly had to mothered Paul during Beatles breakup and that’s the roll she have to take must be too much for her too. Anyway sorry for long rambling, i just want to thank you. I admire your intellectual on Paul’s mind. Finally i found some Paul blog that are not blind as bat when it comes about him. As Linda said John and Paul were a lot similar than not, its true. Again thank you for being amazing.

Hello, anon. Thank you for taking your time reading my posts. I'm glad you like them.

When I was a McLennon shipper, John and Paul's business was the only thing I was concerned. But as I learned more about the Beatles, my interest has gradually shifted to other aspects which I couldn't care less-- like Paul's girls. I started to wonder, what do they look like? Why did Jane leave Paul? What does she think of him? What exactly did Francie Schwartz and Heather Mills say make Paul's fans hate them so much? Why was Linda a woman of contradictions that she's longing to be free while being overly possessive of her husband? To me, those are no less fascinating than whether McLennon was real. Now I would rather try to figure out what did Jim McCartney do made Paul treat him so cold in later years or why would Stella, the most rebellious child she seems to be become the one who suits her family interest most than plung into discussions about what happened between John and Paul in Inida.

As for John and Linda, I tend to believe they represented two different parts of what Paul wanted, which were irreplaceable for each other. John was the creative partner no one could match, but he would never be the mother who could nurse Paul and meet most of his needs. Linda was the perfect mother figure Paul selected (although Linda herself wasn't keen on being a good mother) to create his family, but she wasn't a tough rival who could scold him and urge him to become a better musician. Creative partner and mother figure are indispensible to Paul, though he couldn't have both at the same time. In Paul and Linda's case, there was a gap between the trad wife/mother role Paul expected compared with what Linda really wanted to be - deep down she was stil the girl with casual manner, which also attracted Paul at the beginning.

BTW, I like your analysis about Linda's resentment towards Jane. It's a good theory.

#paul mccartney #paul and linda #mclennon #jane asher #linda mccartney

[baekhvuns]

Omg yes ofc I'm reading remarried empress and I HATE her previous husband, but glad he did what he had to Bcz then navier wouldn't HV met our Heinrey!! AND WHY DOES THE EX HUSBAND LOWKEY LOOK LIKE SEONGHWA ?!?! 😭 OR AM I GOING INSANE?

Ngl i always love these types of tropes and i rmr writing one where we have two couples but instead they fall for each other's significant other. Idk it was funny and also a lot drama was instilled too.

AND DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON HEINREY WHAT AN ABSOLUTE GENTLEMEN! A MASTERPIECE! HIS PARENTS DEF MADE HIM OUT OF LOVE (if thts not the case then this remark didn't age well) AND HE IS A BIRD?!?!?! 😭 and navier named him queen 😭😭 Duke Kauffman looks like mingi 😭 (imma say it, HEINREY reminds me of blonde San or Yeosang, fr) ok I've been thinking....does Heinrey have a degradation kink....

imma make a list of how I think the characters in this manga remind me of Ateez

Soveiushu reminds me of hwa

Heinrey reminds me of San

Heinrey's blue haired company (idk his name yet) reminds me of Hongjoong

And Duke Kauffman reminds me of mingi

And Laura is the 2D representation of me.

DUKE ERGI IS WOOYOUNG YOU CANNOT CHANGE MY MIND?!?!?

and I was also going thru the comments of president's Escape and people find them TOXIC?!?! ....if they're considered toxic I wonder what they consider non toxic...

Anyways NO YES THT IS THE EXACT REPRESENTATION OF ME AND MY DAD 😭 so I am the youngest and I hv an older sister and an older brother, my sister is the the eldest, so my dad obviously gives his daughters much love, not that he leaves my brother behind but we're kinda his favourite 🤧 and my mom is completely biased towards my brother. But when we unite, we make fun of each other so much-

Like yesternight, my mom wasn't home, she had a few things to take care of so all of us had a blast, well just me and my brother my sister was busy studying, and gorl was it fun, we watched Lockwood and co, and some Silly other series just to laugh over while munching on snacks, we literally slept at three 😭

A CEO fic, titled as Chanel no 5

.......and you've been hiding this gem 😧

Istg when thts released ill ascend ASCEND TO HEAVEN! SO YOU BETTER BAEKS! I mean Seonghwa's whole aesthetic was made for CEO tropes like-

Ayeee ik kai ain't leaving and I'm all here for it! But it makes me wonder if kai is like the whole cupid in the series....dude is kai the creator of the universe? 😦 like I can't keep up with these lores and I bet I'm spouting nonsense rn, but like what if he created the whole universe and he is the god 😭 I'm def spitting nonsense I should shut up

Yes the only rent I'll ever be ahead on is for baekhvunsland 🙌 omg we should like make a flag and also make a chant for our cute little queendom 😭

I'm glad ur Better yes i will take care of it like I hv a child I promise 😭 OMG I HAVEN'T REACHED TILL THOSE CHAPTERS WAIT IM GONNA SPEEDREAD TONIGHT 🔥🔥😤 DAMN NAVIER'S BROTHER ARE YOU LOOKING FOR A WIFE? (again if he's married then this remark didn't age well)

Omg the bl tht I hv been reading 😭 the recent chapter was so wholesome, so haebom (Balck haired guy) gets into a fight, well not him but some villagers ask him to sell of half of the village for the construction of a new city which he did not like so the men start to yell at him and sung ho (the single dad) who was at a day care centre (haebom drove him there) goes out and sees what's happening AND HE HELPS HAEBOM OUT 😭 AND LOOK AT THE BABY

IM CRYING PPL EVEN HAD THE AUDACITY TO CALL HER UGLY 😭 she looks like she was ready to fight!!

hello omg this is a day late im so sorrybfkwhdwk

GIRL I HATE HIM SO FUCKING MUCH BUT HES SO HOT 😭😭😭 UR RIGHT STOP EVERYTIME I SEE HIM I SEE SEONGHWA AND IT MAKES ME MAD BC I HATE THE DUDE AND NOW I ASSOCIATE HIM W HWA 😭😭😭😭

omg???? wait there’s actually a movie on this exact plot and it was so controversial fbwkhdks

HEINRY IS FHKQHDWK OH MY GOD SCREAMING CRYING BEST BOY THANK U TO MY MAN BIG BOY EVERYTHING EVER very much my type this was actually a very disrespectful realization i had reading the webtoon <3 HIS PARENTS PUT ALL THEIR LOVE IN HIM IM SO GLAD THEY DIDNT USE A PROTECTIONBFKWHK AND A BIRD 😭😭 I LOVE A TROPE LIKE THIS imagine seonghwa but his shifting animal is a panther.

he absolutely does have a degradation kink. his wife’s an empress (DOUBLE EMPRESS) theres no way he’d be born if he didn’t like a women who has him WRAPPED around her finger. if he was irl, id rob this man of navier

hienry as san….oh my god, that’s LITERALLY HIM

STOP THATS LITERALLY THE BEST CASTING FJKWHDKW WE NEED THIS IRL !!!!!! ERGI IS LITERALLY WOOYOUNG KFKWJDKAH

LMFAOOOO THATS SO CUTE 😭😭😭 U AND UR DAD BESTIES 4LYFERSSS 😭😭 crying this is a scene from a fic omg,, i can relate bc today i fell up the stairs and my dad came laughing </3

ive been hiding it for years this was a draft from 2021 originally AND HES SO INTIMIDATING IN IT I WILL PASS OUT ON SPOT FBKQBDKW CEO X FAKE DATING AUS???? PRIV SECRETARY X CEO BFKQHDKW STOP THOSE PHOTOS HWVE ME SCREAMING

wait did u just create a theory even i didn’t think of 😳 CHAERSSSS HELLO ???! a chant for baekhvunsland but it’s all about seonghwa 😭😭😭

PLS READ IT I KNOW U ALREADY MAY HAVE HOW ARE WE FEELING ABT THEMFBJWDW I DESPISE RASHTA SHES LIKE A RASH THAT WONT GO AWAY AND NOW COPYING NAVIER???? 🔫

WHY ARE THEY CALLING THE BABY UGLY GNAKHDKW LOWKEY BUT ITS SO CUTE W THE BONET THING 😭😭😭😭 this bl gets more fun every time u mention it, tell me more <3

#✉️ : ask #[ chaerssss ]

[tayyababebo]

Women can't change a man. A man change himself because he loves her.❤️💖

Once in a beautiful land lived a girl named Summaiyya who was married to a man called Khalil. They were both very pious and strived to make Islam a central aspect of their lives. Soon after their marriage, Summaiyya felt bored staying at home; she wanted to do something for the Ummah. She loved to read and write, and would read a Hadith each day to her husband. Summaiya loved her husband deeply and treated him with kindness. She obeyed him, and, in return, her husband loved her very much.

One night after dinner, she asked Khalil if it would be possible for her to work. Khalil did not say anything. The next day however, after Fajr, she noted that he did not go into work. He had locked himself in a room without telling Summaiyya what he was doing and was making a lot of noise.

After Maghrib prayer, her husband asked her to get ready. While driving he asked her what kind of books she liked to read. She told him she liked to read Islamic books relating to literature, arts, and history. Soon after, Khalil stopped his car at an Islamic bookstore and asked her to pick out some books for him. She asked him what was going on but he would not tell her anything. Next, they went to Barnes and Nobles bookstore and got many different kinds of books. Sumaiyya also picked out some Middle Eastern, Indian, and Chinese cookbooks.

That evening they had dinner together at their favorite Afghan Restaurant, Zaynab’s, and afterwards went to the masjid to pray Isha Salat. When they returned home Khalil carried all the books they had bought earlier on in the day to his room. He asked her to go to sleep but Summaiya could hardly sleep! She was wondering what was going on and was tempted to go to the room and see but had eventually fallen asleep. At around 4am Khalil woke her up for Tahajjud prayer. Afterwards, he asked her to close her eyes and took her to the room he had been in all day, and asked her to open them. She opened her eyes and was surprised to see a beautiful small library. Her husband had made her an office at home! He had even bought her a laptop and set everything up, ready to use!

Khalil turned to her and said, “O my dear wife, I love you for the sake of Allah Subhana Wa Ta’ala. I am responsible for you and I want to protect you always. You have asked me for permission to work and I respect you for that, however, I want you relax at home while I go out to work. I want to give you happiness and everything you could ask for. I hope you like my gift to you. I do not want you to work for any other man but me. Still, if you feel that you want to work outside the home, then I will not stop you. It would however make me upset.”

“Men are the protectors and maintainers [qawwaamoon] of women, because Allah has given the one more [strength] than the other, and because they support them from their means…” (Qur’an 4:34)

Sumaiyya smiled and jokingly said that he can work for her. She thanked him for the office and agreed to stay at home. Every day when Khalil came home, he would find his wife engrossed in books taking in the knowledge and wisdom that they gave her. As the months went by, she started to give him advice from what she had learned and which was to prove beneficial for his company. Khalil also taught her about his business, and even allowed her some responsibility with some of the projects at work. He in turn paid her generously for the little work he gave her everyday and spent lots of time with her so that she would not feel alone.

This arrangement worked successfully for both husband and wife, and in time, they had four beautiful children.

One day, Khalil had a car accident. He was rushed to the hospital having suffered a knee injury. The doctors said that he would not be able to walk for at least six months or so. Sumaiyya did everything she could to take good care of her husband and the home. After a month, she felt there was a shortage of money in their bank account. She first looked for some jobs online and found a teaching position at an Islamic school. Then she wisely explained to her husband about the financial crisis they were going through and asked him if she could contribute to the household needs. After a little while, her husband agreed. If they had contacted a car accident attorney such as Valiente Mott, they may have been able to have an accident payout to help pay bills, especially if it was not Khalil’s fault, but that route was not explored further.

Sumaiyya would work all day at the school and would then come home to take care of her children and Khalil. She would make dua for Khalil and her children every day. Very soon, her burden eased when Khalil regained his health and was able to return to work. Now that her husband had recovered from the accident, Sumaiyya was able to leave her job and stay at home to look after the children. Khalil was grateful for what she had done and thanked her for being such a wonderful and supporting wife.

The Prophet (Sall Allahu Alayhi Wa Sallam) made every individual in the Islamic Society responsible for those under his or her authority in such a way that no-one, man or woman, may evade responsibility (Ideal Muslimah, 190).

He (Sall Allahu Alayhi Wa Sallam) said:

“Each of you is a shepherd, and each is responsible for those under his care. A ruler is a shepherd; a man is the shepherd of his family; a woman is the shepherd of her husband’s house and children. For each of you is a shepherd and each of you is responsible for those under his care.” (Bukhari and Muslim)

The Prophet (Sall Allahu Alayhi Wa Sallam) indeed spoke the truth when he said:

“This world is nothing but temporary conveniences, and the greatest joy in this world is a righteous woman.” (Muslim 10/56)

Allah’s Messenger (Sall Allahu Alayhi Wa Sallam) said:

“O people! Fear Allah concerning women, Verily, you have taken them on the security of Allah and have made their persons lawful unto you by Words of Allah! It is incumbent upon them to honor their conjugal rights and, not to commit acts of impropriety which, if they do, you have authority to chastise them, yet not severely. If your wives refrain from impropriety and are faithful to you, clothe and feed them suitably.” (Ar Raheeq Al Makhtum Page 541)

#Tayyaba #Bebo #Youtube

[simhaven]

The Pykes Part 4

The newly crowned Empress gave birth to princess Olive right after princess Terra's birthday! Now Bison has three kids. I hope she gets Poppy's fabulous red hair.

Later on Terra can't get babies out of her mind. I guess she's wondering when her sister-in-law will have one as well. All in due time Terra. There's no rush. I don't want the Emperor's family to breed like crazy. It might cause some issues....Plus I'm hoping that YOU are not pregnant right now, tbh.

Jon is sneaking around the park to see what he could steal. He is just so suspicious! For no reason at all!

Don relaxes in the hot springs and spends time with his people. It's nice to be the crown prince, but if he dies then they will have no heir for the Pyke family, so we need to get on that actually.

Ah...right on time! Sasha is not the main wife, that spot will be reserved for Nettle or any of the other Greenleaf girls once they become of age, but she can still extend the family line for other vital services of government. Sasha is still leagues above her sister in status at least.

She's is practicing her charisma to appear more polished and acceptable as the prince's concubine. She is of foreign stock, but is a good sim and seems very nice, lol.

Poppy heads to bed early because the Emperor Bison is to busy playing chest with Terra. He is trying to teach her the ways of logical thinking. I love it when he spends time with his family.

They eat well at the palace. Lobster on deck! I can't wait until they get a live in servant though. We need more girls of the right age.

Little Olive aged up into a toddler and has the excitable and eccentric trait. As life moves on, new hopes for the future emerge.

Don and Nettle finally marry. It was arranged by their parents, but they get along well enough and the Emperor need children with a family of noble blood and a wealth anyway.

Kingsley, Don's first child has aged into a toddler(I'm sorry I missed the chance to take pictures of your birth 😖). He is evil and a heavy sleeper. Maybe he should be the new priest since he won't be the heir. It would be a powerful position for anyone to have. That's something for me to think about.

Meanwhile Nettle and Don get to know each other better after their union. That's a great start to the new relationship.

At last, the Pyke's finally got a servant. I had to wait for the next rotation for Wendy to move in so I wouldn't mess up her aging. The Pyke's allow their servants to have a decent size studio outside of their home to live. I have no idea who the second servant will be though. Wendy certainly has a lot of work ahead of her.

As is the nature of romance sims, Nettle is out wooing others. She has not failed yet. If she gets caught she will lose everything and ruin the relationship between their families. She will most likely die too if she gets caught. Cheating in a regular household is bad enough, but cheating on the Emperor or Crown Prince? Suicidal.

It's kind of sad that she turned out to be a romance sim when both of her parents were family sims. I'm worried about her tbh.

When Wendy tries to shoot her shot as, she is quickly denied. Some girls just don't got it.

Terra has moved on from her fiancée's death and making new friends. Thankfully she is not preggo. That would ruin a lot of things for her as well.

Meanwhile her second sister-in-law Nettle is pregnant.

I wasn't sure how the household would run with both wives in the house. I have some midgethetree's mods to allow polygamy, but I have been hesitant to allow any flirty things if I can stop it. She might be moving out into a separate household if things become strained.

Wendy's dad came to visit and Nettle and Terra decide to have a big ole chat outside. It's so cute.

Fred was so shocked his mouth dropped to the floor, lol. I decided that the wouldn't invite Willa inside for obvious reasons.

Avery came over and I had Terra talk with him and Spruce to decide on her future husband.

She decided to be with Spruce. Perfect.

In fact she felt so strongly about her decision that they almost woohooed in her parent's bedroom until they realized the Empress was right there... Oops. Time to flee!

They decided to run to her brother's room to finish it off. These sims are to randy but some of them have more to lose than others and I don't have a herbalist or potion shop to make 'accidents' go away. These noble and royalty girls need to be more careful.

Anyway, that's it for now. Until next time.

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[The Pyke family]

#test of time inspired #sims 2 test of time #sims 2 historical gameplay #The Pyke family

[jasongoldtrap]

City of Music, Part 6

By Jason Goldtrap

March 4, 2022

The following is a blend of fact and fiction for the sake of storytelling. Enjoy.

1955.

April 15.

Belle Meade Theater, Nashville

Behind the magnificent palladium of the arts, a black '41 Hudson pulls in the parking lot behind the theater. Three college-age men exit and stretch their legs.

The drummer removes a snare drum from the backseat. A stand up bass player goes through some chords. A trumpet player is blowing his lips to ensure they are moist.

The stage door opens, "Are you ready to have some fun?" This young man is wearing a tan suit with a paisley tie,

pink carnation and white dress shoes. You'd never know it by his demeanor, but he's the Star.

He guides them down a hallway to the stage. The men place their instruments in their proper order.

The Star checks the placement of a microphone. Once it is suitable for his height, he turns to them and asks, "Will you join me in the Green Room?" They all follow him.

Inside the Green Room there is a table with various snacks: potato chips, cookies, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and bottles of cola.

The drummer and the trumpeter haven't had dinner yet and they are glad to see the spread.

The Star sits on a folding chair while the trumpeter leans his back on the middle cushin of a couch. His companions soon join him.

The Star looked them over and asked,  "So, what's new with you guys?"

The drummer chuckles, "With us? Well, I'm chasing girls, playing Ping Pong, tutoring brings in a few bucks, that helps, oh, oh, I have a side business. I go to the music store downtown on 5th. I buy boxes of reeds for clarinets, saxophones, oboes, etc. so when a student breaks one I can replace it on the spot. The music shop charges a dime each. I sell for a quarter."

"Steep."

"Right but it eliminates a trip downtown in which you would by gas, find a parking space, a nickle for the meter and, of course, the time involved. That's why I can sell 'em like hotcakes for the David Lipscomb College band."

The Star clapped for him. "Well done, well done." He turned his attention to the trumpeter. "And you?"

"Well, I recently went on a trip to Atlanta to see... wait.... why aren't we talking about you?"

The Star guffawed, "Because I talk or am talked about 12 hours a day now. I have record producers, publicity agents, a publicist, an accountant, there's three men who constantly walk behind me carrying brief cases. I don't even know their names!"

His joking soon turned into a more sober visage.

"I love singing. Many of the industry fellas I've met are regular folks when the camera turns off... but the others bother me.

Every night after a show, I'm invited to clubs. Beautiful women ask if I want to come over to their apartment for a drink. Some have asked if I wanted a marijuana cigarette."

He waved his hands. "I shun all of that, of course. But still, I'm a man like any other who can be attracted to... to the wrong elements in life."

He paused.

"My wife is wondering when I can see her again. Every day, she plays Bridge with other women from the neighborhood. One of them reads those tawdry show-biz magazines and takes every word as gospel. I can't fathom what is swimming in her head when she sees my picture on the front cover."

He let out a heavy sigh. "I'm making more money than I can imagine but... but sometimes," he rubbed his eyes to find relief from a stress headache.

"Sometimes, I just want to throw these white shoes in the trash and be a high school English teacher."

They were all silent.

The drummer leaned over and put a hand on his shoulder. "You're more than 45s and Arthur Godfrey. You're more than a heart-throb for the Bobby Sox set."

The Star kept his head down.

The drummer continued, "You're Maggie and Archy's boy."

He looked up.

"You're Shirley's husband."

The Star shifted his eyes to the left and focused on the arm of a folding table.

The drummer enlightened him, "For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain

the whole world, and lose his own soul?"

The Star regained his composure. "Mark 8:36."

The drummer nodded.

There was a knock on the door, "Five minutes."

"Think of it this way," the drummer continued, "the only thing you own... is your character."

The Star was intrigued.

"All this," he motioned with his hands, "All this fame can end tomorrow."

He chose his words carefully, "You're money," he snapped his fingers. "Can vanish.

Your wife can walk out.

Your name can be sullied by the Press even when you've done nothing wrong.

Time will wear down your body.

Your mind will eventually fade."

He poked him. "But no one can ever take your character. That, and only that, is the only thing you will ever own. Maintain it through humility and gratitude to God and you'll be just fine."

The Star wiped away an errant tear. "You ought to be a preacher."

The drummer chucked to himself. "Maybe. What I really want to be is a magician!"

They heard a muffled commotion coming through the door and walls.

The trumpeter asked, "What on Earth is that?"

The Star stood up, "That, gentlemen, is the future."

They left the room and walked towards the stage. The drummer was confused as he passed a policeman, two nurses and a doctor.

The noise grew louder.

As soon as they reached the stage and the curtain was pulled up, the screams of a thousand teenage girls.

Two policeman stood in front of the stage keeping any interloper from running up on stage.

"Pat! Pat! Pat!"

The place seemed to be the setting of a riot.

The drummer yelled to the trumpeter, "I've lost the set list!"

Pat turned around, "Two Hearts, Two Kisses."

The bass player hollered, "In what key?"

The trumpeter retorted, "Does that even matter?"

The drummer directed the beat with his sticks. The bass and trumpeter followed suit.

Pat held the mic stand like passionately.

"One heart's not enough, baby

Two hearts make you feel crazy

One kiss makes you feel so nice

Two kisses put you in paradise

Two hearts, two kisses make one love."

A girl on the front row made eye contact with Pat. She fainted. A policeman signaled the doctor and his nurse.

"Two hearts beat as one, dear

Two arms make me know that you care

I have plenty of lovin'

Two kisses hotter than an oven

Two hearts, two kisses make one love."

A red headed teenage girl in a poodle dressed ran towards Pat on stage. Before she could tackle him he ducked and continued his song.

"Lovin' you, baby, is my desire

I know that you could set this world afire

A little spark is burnin' deep inside

Love should be made by two (hoop-de-doo-oo)."

The intruder was grabbed by her right wrist and led away. "I love you, Pat."

"One heart's not enough, baby

Two hearts make you feel crazy

One kiss makes you feel so nice

Two kisses put you in paradise

Two hearts, two kisses make one love."

The drummer shook his head. Amused and bewildered by the chaos.

"Lovin' you, baby, is my desire

I know that you could set this world afire

A little spark is burnin' deep inside

Love should be made by two (hoop-de-doo-oo)."

Another girl slipped through the gauntlet. Unable to reach Pat, she grabbed the bass player and kissed him.

"One heart's not enough, baby

Two hearts make you feel crazy

One kiss makes you feel so nice

Two kisses put you in paradise

Two hearts, two kisses make one love."

Pat was gobbling up the adoration.

"Two hearts, two kisses make one love."

The song came to an end.

The scene backs away from the stage and into the audience as he begins,

"You make

Me cry

When you said

'Goodbye'

Ain't that a shame."

Outside of the theater groups of young men are checking out the cars. Two more policemen. And a lone, elderly man holding a picket sign.

We can now see the marquee, "PAT BOONE."

As we ascend the shiny light tower, we focus on the shimmering lights of a spinning cap of the structure. A bulb buzzes until its out and we're ready for our next story.

By the way, the drummer was my father George Goldtrap.

#music #nashville #tennessee #history #pat boone #rockabilly #rock and roll

[chibipeachu]

Beauty & The Seven Foot Frame

Villain!Bruno X Reader

Masterlist!

Chapter Two

In case you missed chapter one

Chapter Three out now!

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After two weeks of planning today was finally Bruno and y/n's wedding day. 

The whole two weeks y/n had never seen or met Bruno so today would also be their first time meeting. "How ironic most people met their spouse before they get married" y/n thought while she got on her dress it was a traditional white dress with lots of ruffles y/n had tied a dusty green colored bow around her upper waist (A/N: Its dusty green ribbon instead of a red belt)

“You look beautiful y/n, your papa would be proud” pepa said as herself, julieta and Veronica walked into the room “thank you pepa, you girls look stunning too” she giggle as they all showed off their bridesmaids gowns “how are feeling?” Julieta asked y/n. “Nervous i guess” pepa and julieta chuckled “I was like that during my wedding, but someone made me get married in a hurricane!” pepa told y/n “well it's not your wedding Pepa and plus it was a lovely day.” Julieta told her sister.

“Let’s go ladies,” Augustin said from outside the door. Julieta walked out first then pepa “How are you feeling” Veronica asked y/n who looked at her bouquet quietly “Nervous, what if he hates me” y/n had finally looked at her sister who walked over to her side 

“Who could hate you, you're great with kids, you make great food, you know how to stick up for someone, what’s not to love about you!” y/n smiled at her and laughed a little before she started remembering the day before.

“Yesterday when I went to the market, the towns people heard about me getting married to bruno and they started saying he gives them bad visions and that he’s just a terrible person”

“Some lady said his vision killed her goldfish, and he told the priest that he would lose his hair and guess what…the priest wears a wig, a wig Veronica!” y/n started pacing the room while Veronica laughed at the information she had just received “those people just must have bad futures then, trust me y/n I believe he will be a great husband to you” she reassured her sister just as casita started ringing an alarm clock at the pair. 

“We’re going casita” y/n said then took a deep breath and opened the door where she saw isabela and dolores wearing their dresses, y/n had asked isabela to be her flower girl while dolores got asked if she would like to carry y/n’s train which the little girl said yes almost immediately 

Once they made their way to the church everyone got into their spots for the wedding as Augustin waited for a signal so he could start playing the wedding march, Isabela had started to go down the aisle throwing flowers she made on the ground. Julieta, Pepa and Veronica walked down the aisle one behind each other, while watching the girls walk gracefully, y/n felt a tug on the back of her dress she turned to dolores who gave y/n a big smile “I heard you earlier, don't worry my uncle will love you” that made y/n melt a little “thank you dolores” dolores smiled and winked at her.

“This is it y/n, you finally get to meet your husband…here goes nothing” y/n waited so augustin could start to play the wedding march music. Once he did so y/n started walking down the aisle.

Y/n finally made it to where bruno stood, she had heard rumors of him being 7 foot tall but she quickly realized he wasn't 7 feet but around 6'6 something like that, y/n places her hands into his as the priest started to talk

"His hands are cold, I wonder why?"

Y/n being too busy in her thoughts she zoned out the priest talking, she only realized that she zoned out was, because she felt bruno squeeze her hand lightly when the priest had them say their I do's.

"Do you y/n Rivera, take Bruno Madrigal to be your lawfully wedded husband?” 

“I do”

“Do you, Bruno Madrigal, take y/n Rivera to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do” y/n felt somewhat relieved when he said I do, “I now pronounce you two husband and wife, you may kiss the bride!” The priest steps back as Bruno pulls y/n closer to him and turns her back towards everyone “I’m not gonna actually kiss you just act like I did” he whispered “okay” after she spoke he leaned in real close, To everyone in the church pews it looked like he actually did. Everyone cheered mainly for the youngest rivera.

༻At The Reception༺

The reception was held at the casita, Everyone was having a good time meanwhile y/n was at her papa’s family home packing her stuff up since alma and her mother decided it would be best if y/n lived with bruno and his family “when do we take my stuff to the casita, bruno?” y/n asked her now husband, who just sat on her bed occasionally helping her pack “when are we gonna take my stuff to casita” y/n asked bruno as she packed the last of her jewelry “tomorrow” bruno said coldly “Well i’m done packing so I think we should head back before we get yelled at by our mamas” y/n smiled at him and walked to the front door.

Y/n waited for bruno, when he walked up to her, she held her hand out for him to take it but he just brushed past her and started walking towards casita without her “rude much bruno” y/n thought as she ran behind him trying to catch up “bruno where is your wife, you always walk with her!” y/n heard alma scold him as he approached the front of the house where alma stood “Its ok mrs madrigal i’m right here” y/n smiled as she walked over to the pair “Mija please call me mama, your family now” alma gave the girl a smile.

“Oh okay mrs- I mean mama” y/n laughed a little at her mistake “Now come in i’m sure you two are hungry from today” alma walked y/n inside not waiting for bruno, alma had y/n sit while she fixed her a plate, once alma brought y/n the plate, bruno sat down next to her and saw from the corner of his eye her eyeing his plate

Bruno swapped his plate with her’s “thank you bruno” he just nodded and tore a tortilla apart and got a bit of her- well his food now and ate it “eat..” is all he said back to her which she just nodded at and did so.

Thank you Everyone who liked, followed me and reblogged the first part I really appreciate it and I hope everyone enjoys this series! Now I hope you have a lovely day/night<33

#bruno madrigal x reader #bruno encanto x reader #encanto fanfic #encanto bruno x reader #bruno encanto #bruno madrigal x y/n #bruno madrigal x female reader #bruno madrigal #bruno x reader