#cute lace short wedding dress

[f10werfae]

Kissies and Waxed

pairing: Lumberjack!Henry Cavill x Short!Shy!Wife!Reader

summary: Y/n gets all shy and adorable with her grumpy husband on their wedding night, letting him enjoy his waxed present(Dom Henry) (requested by anon)

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

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“Come on sugar, no need to be shy, m’your husband now. Seen your pretty pussy a handful a’times” Henry grumbled tugging on the laced back of his wife’s wedding gown, his lips dragging themselves down her neck and exposed shoulders. His larger hands coming round to subtly cup her breasts, giving them a light squeeze and jiggle.

“D-do I havta get butt naked?” She cutely whispered out, wrapping her arms around her smaller stature, her french tip nails highlighting their elegance. Having dated for a few months then eloping, Henry had definitively manoeuvred his way into her sweet tight pussy repeatedly; but for some reason tonight she was feeling shyer than normal.

“I mean i’d love to see ya, but it’s up to you” Henry chuckled, already pulling down the top of her dress, even with his words. “But you can trust me honey, don’t you trust me? love me?” Henry frowned furrowing his brows, making eye contact with her wide eyes through the mirror, the poor woman not noticing his manipulative tone.

“W-what! Of course I do! I promise I do Hen! Please forgive me” Y/n whimpered turning around in his arms, instantly feeling at ease when his burly arms wrapped around her short frame, his head resting atop hers. “I know you do sweet pea, I know” He whispered kissing the top of her head, he thought she was absolutely adorable and sexy at the same time, God he loves her so much; even if he shows it a different way than most..

“Can I take this off you sweets?”

Nodding into his chest, his fingers skilfully removed all the lace, his fingers tracing down her bare back and noticing that she was wearing nothing under the heavy gown. “No underwear? How naughty of you baby” Henry smirked softly smacking her ass softly, rubbing it with his palm afterwards.

“S’too warm n’ was too sensitive” Y/n whimpered rubbing her thighs together desperately, her face tucked away from him. “Sensitive? Why?” Henry asked confused, he hasn’t seen her since two days before the wedding for tradition, unless she had played with herself like she wasn’t supposed to.

“S-Stephanie brought me to get my private parts w-waxed” She whispered not knowing how he’d react, looking at the gown which had now pooled around her freshly painted toes, hearing nothing but his breaths starting to deepen. “So my pussy, is bald?”

Letting out a giggle at his stupid words Y/n stepped back a bit, doubling over in a giggle fit as he simply chuckled and smiled back. “What? Im serious, let me see my bald pussy” He smirked stepping forward, his eyes travelling down to see the bush that was usually on her mound, was now fully gone; instead showing off her soft smooth looking skin.

“Jesus baby, did ya do it for me?” His finger came under her chin so their eyes could meet, his lips coming closer to press a small kiss to her chin. Her hands holding on tightly to the waistband of his briefs, her lip held tightly beneath her teeth. “Yeah, wanted to be pretty for you!” She said naively smiling up at him, showing off all her beautiful pearly whites as she batted her lashes at him.

“So sweet, but you’re already so sweet n gorgeous sugar, s’just an extra present for me huh” He nuzzled his cheek against hers as he slowly walked her backwards towards their now shared marital bed, filled with new cotton sheets and velvet blankets to keep them warm during this harsh winter.

“R-really ya think so?” She whispered as he crawled on top of her, gasping as he left kisses all over her neck and chest, his lips tugging and licking at her pebbled nipples. “Oh baby trust me, I know so” He growled moving downwards to come face to face with her wet centre.

An excited smile coming onto his face as he nuzzled his face into her smooth pussy, lightly kissing its lips almost as if it was her mouth.

“s’smooth honey, still miss my woman’s bush though” He smirked keeping each hand on her breasts, his nose nudging against her engorged clit teasingly, breathing in her vanilla scent. “ill keep that in mind for next time b-bear” She whispered nodding her head seriously, Henry loved how his wife would do absolutely anything just to keep him happy, and he’d make sure she was looked after.

“Course you will sugar” Henry said more to himself, dipping his tongue in between her sticky folds, humming as he tasted her sweet self on his tongue. Not even giving her a second to adjust before his mouth is ravaging her centre like crazy, causing her upper body to sit up, her thighs clamping onto his head to keep his mouth on her. “T-too quick, oh-oh my” She whimpered out meeting Henry’s icy blue eyes, noticing the darkened lusty look in them, telling her he was nowhere near done tonight. He spat right onto her mound, making it shiny and slippery with his tongue before delving back into her hole again

Feeling her hole clench around his thick tongue, he pulled it out, giving her pussy one last tongue kiss before crawling over her; a smirk on his face as he watched her whimper and whine out. “Gotta love on my favourite pair of lips” He whispered against her lips, kissing it softly, the wetness on his lips transferring onto hers and letting her taste herself.

His tip was already prodding at her wet hole, his body knowing hers like the back of his hand. Remembering all the times he had taken her in the back of his truck, during a picnic, at the drive-in cinema and of course right on their front porch.

“A-ah” Y/n moaned out feeling Henry slowly start to inch into her extra sensitive pussy, his rough pubes scratching onto her newly waxed skin. “So sexy baby, my sweet wifey” He moaned bottoming out inside her, his heavy sac smacking against her rear softly. Wrapping her hands around each bicep Y/n felt hot tears build up in her eyes, Henry’s nestle of curls had rubbed against her clit, his balls had slapped her pussy and his fingers were toying with her nubs.

“F-feel you everywhere, I love it” She gasped out hanging her head back, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as her mouth sat agape. The tip of her tongue found itself being sucked by Henry, his mouth needing to taste her even more, he was addicted to her. That’s why he needed her, just as much as she needed him.

“Now that you’re my wife, gonna make sure you’re full of me every single day sugar, ya like that? Have ya walkin’ around our cabin drippin like a broken faucet” He growled letting go of her tongue, his mouth directly whispering the filthy things into her ear, in turn her moans were echoing in his. Her nails scraping against his back while his hips smacked into hers, her pussy being slapped continuously simultaneously.

“Fuck your pussy is going to make me cum sugar, your sweet honey pussy is going to make your husband cum” He said almost whimpering, his thrusts growing erratic and rough as he clawed at the sheets by her head, her own voice sore and hoarse as she squirted all over his messy cock.

“S-squirted?-“ Y/n looked down shocked, an embarrassed look on her face,

“Maybe this bald thing is the way to go then huh?” Henry teased before thrusting one more time, his hips still slightly grinding against her poor clit as his cum spurted in waves inside her cavern. Both of them breathing out tiredly, Y/n peppering Henry’s face with kisses, muttering out small words of ‘i love you’ ‘you deserve some kissies’ ‘my husband’

“Aw baby lemme give you a kissy since you love ‘em so much” He smiled rubbing his lips against hers, his fingers cupping her jaw enough for her mouth to pucker open, his tongue licking into it lewdly before spitting into it. A smiley look on Y/n’s face as she hugged him to her chest, giggling and squeezing him tightly, a sense of love overfilling her. Only letting go once she realised that Henry had actually fallen asleep, her big hibernating bear

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[boxofbonesfic]

Wedding planning with your soon to be husband has been nothing short of a breeze. With the leftover invitations, you addressed all your favorite celebrities- your fiancé insisting that the you send one off to Steve Rogers.

What you didn’t expect was to get an RSVP back from him, but you’ll accommodate anyone that can make your fiancé beam like that.

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Title: Something Blue

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x Bride!Reader

Wordcount: 1,279

Warnings: Dark!Steve, is there a bride kink?, Wedding Crashing, Implied Smut, Manipulation, Implied NonCon

A/N: 👀 next up, a wedding, lol. i hope you all enjoy this one, it was really fun to write! love a good wedding-crashing.

Your sister squeezes your hand, and you pray her shrill whisper doesn’t carry all the way across the church. 

 “IS THAT STEVE ROGERS?”

You drag Hailey away from the double doors, your face flaming hot as you bunch the delicate train of your dress under your other arm so that you can waddle back to the dressing room as quickly as possible. 

 “Jesus, Hailey! Scream it, why don’t you,” you hiss, resting your back against the cool wood. 

 “Sorry, sorry, it’s just, well, fuck!” Your sister throws her hands into the air excitedly. “Like, Captain America is at your wedding!” 

 “Ex-Captain-America,” you remind her. “And besides, this was all Travis’ idea.” It was. Steve Rogers was your husband’s idol—Brooklyn born and bred, just like him. It went beyond healthy hero worship in your opinion, but you hadn’t been able to deny his request. 

 “If he doesn’t come, so what? It’s just an invitation! People send celebrities invitations to their weddings all the time! Look at J.Lo!”

 Well, it certainly isn’t J.Lo sitting in the second right pew,  you think with a sigh. 

 “Oh yeah. Damn, he should have brought the other guy, the new one, with the wings. He’s fine.” You elbow her, laughing. 

 “Do you think you could not troll for strange dick at my wedding?” You ask, turning around and motioning to the still loose laces on the back of your dress. 

 Your sister heaves a dramatic sigh, and you feel her gather up the laces, pulling them taut. “My work’s never done around here. And now no reward? What did I even come for?”

 “To see me marry the love of my life?”

 “I guess I’ll settle for that,” she grunts, and you exhale a strained breath as she ties off the corset. “Look at that, perfect.” You’re about to ask if your makeup needs touching up when there’s a soft rap at the door. Hailey peeks around you with a frown. “If that’s you, Trav,  you better get out of here and go wait at the altar before I punch you.” 

 “Then it’s probably a good thing Travis is still up at the pulpit, then.” The voice is familiar—not because you really know Steve Rogers, but because you’ve heard it on television so many times. Your sister covers her excited shriek with her hands while you fumble for the doorknob. You pull it open, and there he is, his tight-fitted tux bulging around his muscles as he raises a hand for you to shake, the other held behind his back.

 “Steve Rogers,” he says, as though you don’t know who he is. “Congratulations.” 

 “N-nice to meet you.” Your hand feels tiny in his. “I, I didn’t, um. Travis is a really big fan.” You stammer. “I didn’t think you would, um. Would come.” 

 “Well, maybe this is a little embarrassing, but I love weddings. Haven’t really been to a proper one since I came out of the ice.” He rubs the back of his neck, and his cheeks pinken ever so slightly. Cute. “Anyway, I thought I should bring something.” In his left hand is a thick envelope. 

 “You didn’t have to do that, really,” you protest, but he forces it into your hands with a gentle smile. “Thank you.” 

 “No, no, the pleasure is all mine. I’m sure the service will be lovely.” He gives you a polite nod, and about-faces, walking back into the chapel. Quickly, you tear open the envelope, and your eyes widen. The earrings inside are nothing short of lovely—they look like antiques; baby blue sapphires set in delicately twisting silver. 

 “Jesus christ,” says Hailey over your shoulder. “You think if I invite him to my birthday I’ll get some of the Queen’s jewels?” 

 “Hailey!” You chastise her as you replace the pearls in your ears with the sapphires Steve had gifted you, handing the discarded earrings off to your sister. You fix her with a conspiratorial grin before giggling. 

 “No, but send it anyway.” 

 —

 The ceremony was beautiful, and Travis’ vows brought tears to your eyes, which had utterly ruined your mascara. That was okay, though, because now you were his. And he was yours too; forever, just like he’d said. 

 “I didn’t think I could love someone as much as you. Could feel as much love as you give me.”

 It makes your chest ache with fullness just to think about it. 

 “We’ve got to be there in forty five minutes, you have everything?” Your mother asks you hurriedly as she rushes you to the car. “The dress is there already?” 

 “For the hundredth time, yes, mom. It’s at the suite. I just have to change and then we can go right to the reception hall. Ten minutes, tops.” Travis is already headed there, but he isn’t the one that has a twenty pound tulle demon to contend with. It’s only a few minutes back to the hotel, and you assure both your mother and Hailey that you can touch up your own makeup and shimmy into the skin-tight ivory number you’d chosen for the reception. 

 You leave them downstairs, gathering your skirts in your hands as you race to the elevator. 

 “Hold the door, please!” You’re surprised to see Steve jogging toward you, an apologetic smile on his face. “Thanks. Didn’t realize you were staying here too,” he says, taking care not to step on the train of your dress as he squeezes in beside you. 

 “No problem,” you grin. “Just going to get reception ready. Late, as per usual.” The bell dings, and you begin trying to clamor out of the elevator past him. 

 “Let me help.” Steve lifts the hem of your dress, high enough to keep the train from dragging as you speed-walk towards the hotel suite. With a swipe of your key-card the door opens, and you bustle into the room. 

 “Thank you, Steve, I really appreciate it. And the earrings are beautiful.” You turn to him with a grateful smile, expecting to see him bow out of the room and close the door behind him—

 But he doesn’t.

 Steve reaches up to slide the thick deadbolt down over the lock, that serene smile still on his face. 

 “You’re very welcome, doll. They look beautiful on you.” Steve Rogers is a hero, you tell yourself, swallowing down the rising bolt of fear that snakes up your throat. A hero. He takes a step closer to you. “You know, I fibbed a little earlier. And I am sorry for that.” Your mouth goes dry as he begins undoing the little gold cufflinks on the sleeves of his tux. 

 “W-what are you doing?” He ignores you, continuing to talk like you hadn’t asked him a question. 

 “I’ve been to lots of weddings. Turns out, you people love inviting strangers to your most private, personal moments—if they’re famous.” His fingers go to the buttons on his shirt after he unclips the tie from his collar. There is ice in your veins as you try to run for the phone on the bedside table, but Steve grabs for the back of your dress. You tumble backward, and the air leaves your lungs in a pained wheeze as you hit the floor. 

 You stare dizzily at the ceiling as he begins to crawl under the many layers of delicate tulle, his fingers tugging at your garters. 

 “I’m going to leave you something blue, sweetheart,” he says softly. His mouth is warm against the bare curve of your hip. “I know blue eyes are a recessive trait, but they all seem to have them.”

 fin

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[jadedrrose]

Becoming One

A cute little wedding fic for Law! I made a visual thing for this, you can find it here. I plan on making a part 2 to this, possibly with smut. We’ll see ;)

Warnings: pure fluff. Fem reader, she/her pronouns and the word “wife” are used. It’s 5 am and I’m sleepy so I hope there’s no mistakes lol

The anticipation was killing you. Spending most of your day cooped up in the Strawhat girl’s quarters was nice for a while, but the longer you sat in there, the more you wanted time to somehow speed up, move impossibly fast up until the time of the ceremony; and then you’d want time to nearly freeze.

As you sat at the vanity, Nami doing your hair and Robin helping with  your makeup, Ikkaku pulling all of your clothing for the evening out, you stared deeply into your own eyes, wanting nothing more than to get to Law and finally become one with him. But at the same time, you feel nervous, anxious that the entire thing would fly by and become a simple fleeting memory that you’d struggle to remember fully in the future. 

You were at least thankful for the snail-cameras that would help capture moments of the day permanently. 

Trying to refocus your attention onto something other than your worries, you lazily watched as Robin’s hand moved back and forth in front of your face, dusting a light blush onto your cheeks. Rather than the feeling of your bridal robe suddenly feeling too constricting, you focused on the feeling of Nami’s fingers running through your hair as she styled it to your liking, pinning white flowers to the golden ivy headpiece you wore, 

As the two of the Strawhat girls wrapped up their work on your hair and makeup, Ikkaku came over with a set of jewelry for you to wear. A simple golden necklace with a small pearl attached to the center, and a pair of golden dangle earrings that glimmered underneath the light in the room. She gently pulled the necklace around your neck, locking it in place for you from the back. You then took the earrings from her with shaky hands, practically trembling as you put them on. 

Lastly, you turned around to sit the opposite direction on the plush velvet stool, slowly looking up as your eyes fluttered open from a short moment of having them closed. In front of you was your dress. You’d picked it out, of course, but seeing it waiting for you to put it on and the thought of actually getting married in it had you tearing up.

“Y/n, don’t cry yet,” Nami offered a small laugh, “You’ll ruin the makeup before we can even get you in the dress.”

“Sorry… I just can’t believe it,” you breathed, taking it all in as you stood up to begin getting properly dressed.

The dress was handed off to you, and you took it behind the dressing screen, hooking the hanger up top the screen to free your hands as you untied the silk ties of your white robe. Not wanting to dirty it, you folded it up and set it aside before taking in a deep breath to attempt to ground yourself.

Before removing the dress from its hanger, you looked over at yourself in the mirror, pinching and pulling at the white lingerie you’d picked to wear underneath the dress. It wasn’t anything crazy or scandalous looking, but you still felt nervous in it. The bra was of course strapless and thin so that it wouldn’t be visible from underneath your dress, but even still you felt as though you weren’t covered enough. Same could be said about the lace panties and garter belt on your thigh, only they were slightly thicker. Would Law like it? Will he think I look pretty enough…? With a shake of your head, you forgot any thoughts about not looking good enough and moved to get your dress.

You easily slipped into your dress, holding it up as you stepped out, turning around so the girls could help tie up the corset back.

Nami moved your hair aside with great carefulness, not wanting to mess up her previous work. Robin and Ikkaku began to work at the laces, looping them up correctly before tugging the corset closed, finishing it off with a bow that hung down your backside.

As they did so, Nami grabbed your heels and Robin readjusted your jewelry. You stepped into the heels and took in a deep breath as you turned to the mirror, almost afraid of seeing the entire thing put together.

With wide eyes, you stared at the image reflecting in front of you, bringing one hand up to your lips in surprise.

You looked gorgeous.

On each side of you, the girls looked over the outfit and the three of them nearly began crying themselves.

“You guys can’t cry, cause then I’ll cry,” you said with shaky breaths, a smile breaking out on your delicately painted lips. 

“‘m not crying, my eyes just burn,” Ikkaku chuckled, wrapping an arm around your right, holding you close. 

Nami and Robin joined in, wrapping you in a warm loving embrace. 

“You look absolutely amazing,” Nami giggled, resting her head on your shoulder. “Law would have to be blind to think otherwise,” she joked.

“Traffy isn’t that mindless,” Robin added. “He’s a smart man, to marry someone as beautiful as you, y/n.”

“Mhmm,” Ikkaku hummed in agreement, “Captain doesn’t just do things without reason. Clearly, this is something he really wants. And honestly, the crew kinda knew before you…”

“Knew what?” you raised an eyebrow, confused.

“That he wanted to marry you. The amount of times we had to cover his ass while he searched for rings on every island, threatening cleaning duty for a month if we let anything slip to you,” she clarified. “It’s cute, honestly. He’s so in love with you.”

“S-stop it,” you shyly mumbled, blushing at your friends’ words. 

“Alright,” Nami smiled warmly. “It’s nearly time. Let’s get dressed and get y/n to her husband.”

With that, the three girls left you to get into their bridesmaid dresses, and you found yourself grinning to yourself at the thought of Law being mere moments away from becoming your husband.

–

“This is insane,” Law sighed, looking over all the pieces that went to his suit. “So much shit to put on when I’m gonna end up shirtless anyway.”

“Captain! You have to be formal!” Shachi scolded, pointing a finger at Law. 

“Yeah! Y/n wouldn’t be too pleased to see you show up in just pants and shoes.”

“She wouldn’t be marrying me if that were true,” Law rolled his eyes. “But I’m gonna put it on… we’ll just have to see how long it lasts.”

As Law began adding the layers of clothing to his top half, the boys started making bets with each other on how long it would take before Law took it all off.

 “I’m betting on two hours!”

“Two?! I’d be impressed to see him last one…”

Law shook his head with a light smile, pulling on his coat and putting on any final pieces.

“Well?” 

They all turned around, smiles lighting up on their faces as they began shouting and jumping, cheering Law on and hyping him up.

“Captain! You look great!” Bepo started, holding his paws up to his face.

Penguin began whistling and the three of them broke out into obnoxious laughter, Law watching them with a smirk, letting out a chuckle.

Grabbing his hat and putting it on, he headed out from the room with the boys following behind him.

–

It was nearly sunset, indicating that it was time for things to get started. The deck of the Thousand Sunny was decorated for the occasion, mixes of white flowers with light yellows and your favorite color adorning every inch of the ship. All courtesy of Franky, of course.

Law stood at the side of the deck, arms crossed as he anxiously waited for the wedding to start. With the sky turning a nice dusty shade of pink, the deck suddenly went silent as Brook began playing his violin.

It was a sweet, soft melody that played as the doors to the girls quarters opened, and out came Nami, Robin and Ikkaku, soon followed by you emerging from the room, a bouquet of flowers in your hands as you looked down at your feet, carefully walking up to the grass on the deck. Law felt his breath hitch as he captured the sight of you, dressed in the most elegant white garments he’d ever seen, all heightened by your beauty. And when you finally looked away from your feet, eyes moving up to meet his, Law swore that you looked like an angel, an ethereal being that he couldn’t believe was about to be his wife.

When you finally reached the little makeshift altar, it felt as though time had completely come to a halt, freezing the entire world around you. LIke nobody but you and Law existed, nothing but two lovers peacefully gazing at each other with adoration. 

“It’s too bad I can’t kiss you yet,” you lightly laughed with tears in your eyes, a bright and warm smile on your face as you looked into Law’s gray eyes.

“I was thinking the same thing,” Law breathed, quiet enough that nobody would be able to hear your conversation over the music.

And just as the music quieted down, you mouthed an “I love you” to Law, who nodded in return before you both turned to face your audience, taking the image of everybody in. With another moment, you turned back to each other, preparing to say your vows quietly, at Law’s request. He’d said something about only wanting you to hear his words of intimacy, because no other being on the planet deserved it. Just you. It made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, flattered that he thought so highly of you, it was like he practically worshiped you.

With that, it was time to start.

You desperately tried to reel in everything, letting the moment sink in so that it wouldn’t all become a blur. You listened intently as Law stumbled over his words, finding it endearing that he was so flustered because of you. Then it was your turn, and you did no better, nearly forgetting what you were supposed to say.

But you got the words out, and as soon as you did, Law slipped a ring onto your left hand, you then sliding a golden band onto his tattooed finger, watching lovingly as it slipped over the inked ‘E’.

And then finally, it came time to kiss and seal everything officially.

You knew Law was typically shy about showing physical intimacy in public, but today he surprised you, holding your jaw with one hand as he wrapped the other around your waist, bringing you close to him. Your hands landed against his chest, gently clutching at the fabric as you fluttered your eyes shut, angling your face upward, allowing your lips to meet his; a roar of cheers that sounded muffled to you, too engulfed in becoming married to Law, followed.

After a brief moment that despite feeling like it lasted hours, you wished it had lasted longer, Law just barely pulled away and looked down at you, a handsome smile on his lips. 

“I love you, Trafalgar Y/n,” he muttered, lips barely brushing against yours as he pulled you in for one more kiss, holding you tighter than he’d ever held you before.

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[starliights-shining]

Little Lover from Outer Space, <3

Hi! I saw this really cute art work for optimus and a human reader, and thought wow PROWL IN THIS WOULD HIT HARD. So here you can have this! : )

Pairing: IDW/G1! Prowl x Human!GN!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of reader in a dress but other than that none,

You smiled, hands wrapped around the white bouquet of roses. The doors of the church open as you flatten out the wrinkle in the front of your dress. You were met with the warm air of midday. The sun cast its bright rays on you as you took your descent down towards the altar. Your veil swaying in the light breeze. You raised your hand to hold it, stopping it from flying off your head and messing up the effort you spent on your hair. You took a second, standing firmly and waiting patiently for the breeze to stop, and it did. Your head moving up from looking at the ground and to the tall bot at the end of the aisle. You almost broke your neck looking up at him, Cobalt optics looking down at you in awe. You’re always beautiful to him, but for this time it was fully setting in. You were his, his little lover from outer space, your small frame looking up at him was just so fucking cute, and you smile. Oh my primus! Your smile could run an entire ship from here to the outer edge of the galaxy and that is enough for him. 

You finally started to walk again, making it past the bigger groupings of flowers with the color scheme of the bot, until you stood in front of the bot. His optics peeked down at you as the ceremony started. You looked up at the mech, putting a small hand over your eyes and squinting up at him as Jazz started speaking. 

“Here ye, here ye, Today we gather to celebrate the love of (Y/N) and my good friend Prowl.” 

Jazz said, his blue visor making his bright white smile stand out behind you and Prowl. His half and half bowtie to match the color of your ‘would be’ bridesmaid dress and the other to match the same color as Prowls. He placed a servo on Prowl's shoulder plating before retreating back to his datatrax. He sighed, helm leaning down in boredom of the world written down that he was supposed to say. He looks past it down to you and then smiles before throwing it to the side. 

“I’m not reading all that. Let’s make this short so you can get on with your lovely honeymoon. Wouldn’t wanna keep the newly weds.”  

He laced his digits together and then fixed his stance. 

“Do you, Prowl, take this lovely small human to be your sparkmate?” 

The mech smiled, looking down at you before nodding while speaking. 

“Of course!” 

Jazz smiles, looking down at your smaller frame as he asks you the same thing. 

“I do.” 

You said, your hand grabbing down at the end of your gown and pulling it out in a curtsy like manner. Jazz clapped his servos together. 

“Well in that case, I now pronounce you Conjunx Endura!” 

His smile seemed to get bright as he spoke again. 

“You may now kiss your Sparkmate.” 

You smiled brightly through the material of your veil, watching as Prowl leaned down and put out his servo for you to get on. You stepped into it, holding onto his thumb as he moved you up towards his helm. You dropped your bouquet as your hands moved to grab at your veil, lifting it up to show your now husband your beautiful face. Your smile bright as he leaned in, that same large happy smile he only seems to show you. You bent down picking up your flowers again before leaning into the mechs helm, standing on your tippy toes as you kissed him. The cool metal, melting into your warmer lips. You smiled into it, wishing for all your kisses to be like this in the near future, Forever and always.

#stars writings #tf #tf x reader #transformers x reader #transformers #tf prowl #prowl #prowl x reader #g1 prowl #idw prowl #jazz

[possibilistfanfiction]

Prompt suggestion I loved the grandmas! So Ava's grandmas squad at the wedding maybe? :D

you've been to many, many weddings in your life: your own, the most important; your siblings' and your children's and your grandchildren's, blessing after blessing. most have been fun, and, especially as you get older, you enjoy everyone happily bringing you copious amounts of champagne and an extra slice of cake, dancing with you on rotation.

you've been to so many weddings but, of them all, this might be the most beautiful.

part of it is probably because, as you had discovered, beatrice has more money than god. she's not flashy about spending it; whenever she comes to the country club to have lunch, she's in soft earth tones, but you have been wealthy long enough to notice the clean tailoring and how her hair, especially after she cuts it short — which ava had informed your group of breathlessly one day — is always neat and shiny, her rolex and ring understated but beautiful all the same. it feels, retrospectively, a little like you've gotten to watch them both grow up, and grow into themselves. also, amusingly, you hadn't quite realized how wealthy she was until you'd gone to their home for lunar new year, two years ago, and then you had fully comprehended, with a fair amount of humor, because ava had never mentioned anything and had always been excited and friendly and down to earth, more than happy to spend time with a group of old ladies.

this is also the most beautiful because it's on the beach, and because all of it is designed to be accessible for anyone with mobility aids, even though it's in the sand. everyone has taken their shoes off, and there are flowers everywhere and a small, wooden altar, ornate and subtle, that beatrice and ava stand in front of. there's stephanotis woven into ava's hair, and her dress is all gossamer and lace, small straps over her shoulders and the back dipping low. you've seen her scars almost every week since you'd met, but you've been alive a long time and you know that there's a measure of love that exists in her life — fought for by her; inevitably created by her, you think, too, with her steadfastness and her undeniable charm — that makes those scars just part of this night. part of this love.

beatrice, in a sharp navy suit and a t-shirt tucked in underneath, her slacks rolled up above her ankles, has been crying since she saw ava, sniffling and laughing intermittently, and ava had started to cry while she was saying her own vows. it's a simple ceremony, short and so heartfelt, and angela offers you an ornate embroidered hanky silently when beatrice quietly promises her life to ava; they've invited everyone they love and still she says it like they're the only two people in the world.

at the reception, eventually ava finds you on the dance floor, even though her eyes flit back to beatrice often.

ava smiles at the young man — named keiko, he'd said, one of beatrice's friends from the dojo — currently dancing with you and he kisses her cheek with a laugh when she asks to cut in.

'sorry,' she says, 'if you wanted to keep dancing with him. i will say that he has a very cute boyfriend anyway.'

you laugh. 'i would rather dance with you; it's kind of beatrice to spare you.'

'eh, i have her forever. i wanted to dance with the second most beautiful woman here.'

you laugh. 'she is very, very handsome.'

ava groans. 'i didn't know she was going to wear that jacket. her brother surprised her with it.'

it's gorgeous, maybe one of the most beautiful pieces you've ever seen; angela had gasped quietly when beatrice and ava had walked in, and it had made you laugh around a crostini. 'i've asked all my children and grandchildren this, at their weddings,' you say, and you don't miss the way ava's eyes water immediately, 'are you happy?'

of course, you already know the answer. you've never seen two people happier with each other, more comfortable in and out of each other's orbits together, like you have the two of them. ava reminds you of aaron, you often think, with a pang you've felt for the past seven years — joyful, the entire world a little in awe of them, the delight of knowing that you're the center of their universe overcoming everything else.

'this is the happiest day of my life. i am — it's beyond words.'

it makes you want to cry, but you already have and ava glances over your shoulder with a soft smile, meant for one person only. 'good,' you tell her. 'you will have all the happiness in this life, with the love you've found.'

'it feels like a miracle.' she looks at the ring on her finger, elegant; perfect for her and her constant motion, inlaid with diamonds.

'it is a miracle,' you say. 'a blessing, a love like yours.'

'ruth, i really can't cry again.' you laugh. 'but — yes. i've loved her before, many times, i think. in one way or the other.'

she says it like there's only truth to it; certainty. without doubt. faith. maybe you will be young again; maybe you will meet aaron in some other form and build another life, blessings greater than the stars. beatrice's hair falls into her eyes and she dances with her niece and nephew. 'i believe you have.'

ava smiles. 'thank you for coming, and for the dance.'

you hug her, hold her to you for a moment, one of your favorite people in the world. a slow song starts and you spin her by the hips. 'go dance with your wife.'

she melts a little, a grin on her face. 'yeah,' she says, 'my wife.'

the party goes late, the joy overflowing. beatrice looks asleep on her feet when you leave but you hug her too, with her beautiful jacket and eyes that are always only ever for ava.

'thank you for coming,' she says, hugging you tight, 'and for being so wonderful to ava, and to me.'

'congratulations, on an undoubtedly beautiful life. thank you for letting me be in it.'

she nods, her smile gentle. you find angela and head to her car; thank god she can still competently drive at night.

'burgers?' you ask, and she laughs.

'didn't we eat so much food?'

you shrug. 'milkshakes, at least?'

'you are a terrible influence,' she says, but she grins and drives toward in n out and she's your best friend. another blessing, in this life, another love.

'i'm glad we've lived long enough to see that wedding.'

'don't call us old.'

'what was your favorite part.'

angela smiles, gently, bathed in the streetlights while you wait at an intersection. 'their vows, of course.'

in this life, and the next and the next, you remember. 'they mean them.'

'yes,' angela says. 'more than anyone i've ever met.'

'our grandchildren.'

angela laughs. 'a good night.'

she caves and orders herself a cheeseburger too, and then drives to the beach. you can't sit on her trunk anymore but you roll the windows down and it counts, this life and the next, all the same.

#wn #avatrice #avatrice fic #prompts #avas grandmas! they have also adopted bea #i love them #butch bea 🥺🫡

[lenoraah]

𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘯

pairing - marcus armstrong x wisconsin!reader

summary - reader was a pageant winner from two to eighteen before going to college to public speaking and becoming one of motorsport’s biggest content creators, interviewers and change makers. she and marcus have been dating for six months and she’s finally decided to bring him home to wisconsin for her eldest sister’s wedding

a/n - reader has several siblings, Abagail (27), Elijah (25), reader (22), Parker (17) and Shiloh (17). I wanted this to be written like short 300 word parts (like headcannons) but apparently I can’t write an imagine with short parts so probably this will be written into separate imagines. So this will be part.1 Also, not proof read. Also, I stressed so much over this so it’s probably shit. Sorry :)

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meeting the parents-

“Mom and Dad! Your favorite is home!”

“Is that always how you announce your appearance?”

“Duh, how else would they know that the wonder child is home?” Y/n teases and flips her hair at Marcus who rolls her eyes back at her in return.

Y/n raises her eyebrows at her boyfriend who is struggling to get all of their luggage through door. She scowls at him and reaches for the two bigger suitcases, easily pulling them into the foyer.

“What’s up with your game, Armstrong?” Y/n elbows him in the side and Marcus gives her a small yet loving glare.

As they walk through the foyer and into the living room, Marcus notices the pictures and paintings hanging on the wall.

Many of them are of the whole family but some of them are of either two or three of the siblings or of Y/n’s mom and dad or two of the kids with their parents.

Some of them, that catches Marcus’s eye, are of Y/n over the years in sparkly dresses and tiaras and sashes. There are two pictures next to each other, one of them is of Y/n as a toddler wearing a pale blue dress and a tiara sitting perfectly on her head. The other one is of her as a teenager wearing a red dress and a sash across her shoulder and another tiara resting on her head.

“Y/n! Sweetheart you’re home.” Y/n’s mom appears from the kitchen and engulfs her daughter in a hug.

“Hi Mom,” Y/n wraps her arms around her mother and smiles.

“Who is this young man?” Y/m/n pulls away from her daughter and looks at Marcus who gives her a shy smile.

Y/n grins proudly some for reason and laces her fingers with her boyfriend’s.

“Mom, this my boyfriend, Marcus. Marcus this the fire breathing dragon I’ve been telling you about.”

Her mother rolls her eyes and playfully smacks her daughter in the arm. Y/n opens her mouth in pain and exaggeration.

“It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Y/l/n.” Marcus lets go of Y/n’s hand and holds it out for his girlfriend’s mother.

“Oh please, Mrs. Y/l/n is my mother-in-law. Call me Y/m/n,” Y/m/n smiles and surprises him by pulling him in a hug just like she did with Y/n.

Marcus hesitantly returns the gesture and looks at Y/n. She gives him a thumbs up and smiles while mouthing ‘good job’.

“Your father will be home in half an hour, make yourselves at home.” Y/m/n says after she lets out of Marcus.

“Will do Mom. Because this is my home,” That comment earns Y/n a smack on the back of her head as she walks towards the stairs.

Marcus tries the lug the luggage along but gets stopped by Y/m/n.

“Oh no, no, no. Y/d/n and her brother will get it. Just make yourself comfortable,” Marcus gets gently shoved towards the stairs.

“It’s alright, I’ll just bring them up to Y/n’s room.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, they boys can bring them up later.”

“No really it’s alright,”

“Marcus, really, you must be tired from-“

“Marcus, just listens to her. Come on,” Y/n motions to him and he hesitates.

“I’m just going- Thank you-“

“Just go,” Y/m/n nudges him on more time before he finally leaves.

The couple can be heard laughing like teenagers who have just sneaked back in from a house party.

“Hey, Y/n/n?”

“Yeah Mom,”

“He’s a cute one,”

“I know Mom, I know.”

#marcus armstrong #indycar #marcus armstrong x reader #screaming meals #original writing #original post

[pretentiousgayguyidk]

I

Rome Lucia Callo

Would like to humbly request

Hakkai x male reader where Hakkai thinks reader is a girl and is really awkward but oh snap readers actually a dude and was just cross dressing for Mitsuya who wanted to see the dress on a person and Hakkai is just a mess please and thank you have a good day

My love for our bi disaster Hakkai is unmeasurable- like gender envy, kinning and simping?!?! Like genuinely Hakkai's like one of my favorite characters (we ignore that is at that about everyone but Kisaki lol) also pretty sure this is the only fic thats pure fluf- cause i usually wind up mentioning at least one sad thing

Bro you have such a cool name- like God damn

"Could you turn around?" Mitsuya asked, (Name) nodded. He was modeling a dress for his good friend, Mitsuya being excited to see how it would look on a person.

The dress was mid length, with a softly pleated skirt and tight accentuated waist. It was a more casual dress verses some of the others Mitsuya had made, most of them being wedding dresses. The elegance from his previous works carried over, the embroidery on the chest and waist was proof of his friend's skill. He examined the corset and gently pulled on the lacing making (Name) gasp. Mitsuya looked up at him concern in his eyes.

"Too tight?" (Name) shook his head.

"No, I'm okay." Mitsuya nodded and finished tying it off, quietly observing his friend a calm yet giddy expression on his face.

There was a knock on the door followed by the door opening, a pretty man almost as tall as the door stepped in, wearing a golden dangly earring on his left ear. His hair was bleached blond a swirly design shaved into the side of his head. He had a bright smile on his face, a cute scar adorned the left side of his mouth.

"Taka-chan I got the fabric you want-" he cut himself off as his gaze fell on (Name) red immediately dusting is face as he turned to look the other way. His shoulders squaring up as he seemed to shrink into himself. (Name) smiles and waved at him before turning to grab Mitsuya who had his face in his notes trying to see what he wanted to change and keep.

"Hey, Mitsuya. Someone's here to see you." He perked up with a him, his glasses crooked and his hair askew. He nodded with a small smile, stepping out of his office and into his apartments main room. Being met with a short circuiting Hakkai, who had his face hidden from Mitsuya's friend's view.

"Hey Hakkai? You alright man?" Hakkai silently nodded. A shorter girl popped into the apartment a roll of fabric tucked sunder her arm.

"She's too pretty, made him blue screen again." She stated bluntly, gesturing at (Name) who blinked in confusion. He knew people thought he was pretty but to be able to pass as a chick was something else entirely. He and Mitsuya shared a glance before bursting out laughing, surprising Hakkai and Yuzuha.

"He's a guy."

"W-what!?" Hakkai shouted, his face dark red as he had a mini identity crisis. Did he seriously blue screen over a guy? He's a cute guy, but Hakkai hasn't liked a guy like that since highschool. Mitsuya chuckled at his friend and pat him on the back.

"He's pretty cute isn't he?" The silver haired man tested, Hakkai practically went brain dead his face as red as a tomato as he stared at his feet. It's been a long time since someone has made him feel like this.

"Well, Hakkai-kun's pretty cute too, especially when he's all flustered like that." (Name) purred, flopping back on Mitsuya's couch. All that was heard from Hakkai was quiet whining as he hid his face, flustered and humiliated. Yuzuha burst out laughing at her brother's misery, smiling cheekily.

"Why not take him on a date? You seriously need a partner, I can't keep taking care of you." He rubbed his face and glared at his sister and friend.

"You guys are so mean!" He whined, (Name) giggled making Hakkai tense up and glance back at him.

"Alright, stop teasing him so much," Hakkai sighed in relief who knew his problem could be the thing saving him?

"Can't have him having a heart attack before I take him on a date~" (Name) crooned, stepping closer to Hakkai, who was melting at the closeness.

"Oh god- what have I gotten myself into..." Hakkai whispered into his hands, making everyone laugh.

"Well, if you aren't dead by the time Mitsuya's done with me and this dress. I'll be taking you on a date, if you're free." All Hakkai could door was nod, trying to find a way to calm down his burning face.

Months later Hakkai learned that (Name) was actually just as easy to tease as he is, all it took was one compliment before (Name) could even speak to make him blue screen. So despite them going on casual dates frequently, they were both flustered messes the entire god damn time. Mitsuya and Yuzuha couldn't tell if it was adorable or annoying.

#male reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #hakkai shiba #hakkai x male reader #hakkai x reader #hakkai fluff

[ghouljams]

Bridgerton costumes suck… they’re played up for modern audiences. They got rid of bonnets!!! Bonnets are a staple of the period!

That bullshit scene where they tight lace that Featherington girl when she’s wearing a semi stays made no sense. You can’t even see her waist so why would you tight lace?? Tight lacing didn’t even become a thing under the later half of the century, right? The eyelets were hand sewn so it was impossible until they were galvanized, right?? Or am I remembering incorrectly.

My area of expertise is the mid-20th century! I have a collection of 30 pieces from the 50’s, 15 from the 60’s but I loooooove *most* era’s. (Love-hate the 1980’s)

The Edwardian period is so pretty. Artist-Ellen just drew a month’s worth of food themed costumes. Whatever time period the food was invented: that’s what she themed the costume around. I’d die for the Edwardian strawberry shortcake dress!!

It’s nice talking to someone who loves fashion history….

I forgot to ask! Can we see a picture of the dress??? I’d love to see!

Oh yeah tight lacing was not a thing during the edwardian period also because short stays were a thing, and the silhouette didn't call for a cinched waist. But even if it was they literally had maternity stays? And the upper upper class was the only one that could afford to tight lace because it makes it really hard to move.

I fucking love bonnets, they're so cute! Bridgestone also had too bright of colors and too many embellishments. Regency clothing was much more demure. (I am in love with Daphne's wedding dress in bridgerton, I can't deny that).

I have a lot of vintage clothes, and my favorite 20th century fashiln came in the 60s and 70s. I tend to buy a lot of patterns from those decades and recreate the clothes as best I can. In high school I recreated an "hour party dress" from a magazine pattern from the 1920s. It took me significantly more than an hour and I don't really like it but I still have it! It really gives an interesting look at what people were actually wearing from that time period.

As for my regency dress, I actually have to repattern it! I finished the bodice and realize I had made the bust waaaaay too big, which is on me for being careless with how I laid my pattern. All that cording and hand stitching gone to waste 😭 I might share a photo when it's done, but I don't want to clog up this blog with too much of my other hobbies. This blog is for cod and writing only, so I gotta use my main for my sewing.

#ghoul speaks #i love talking fashion history!!!! #its so interesting such a fun glimpse at how people in the past lived

[jinkookspencil]

hi! ive read your one two drop jjk!! what if y/n actually kind of like you know scary thing. like all the rides are actually fun but the thing is she doesn’t have a friend who want to do this with her so then jk is there ehhehe

shall we? | jjk

with no one to go on all the rides with, your friend encourages you to take a bold decision at a theme park...

description/tw/tags: ~1.9k words / jungkook x (f) reader / one-shot drabble / fluff / meet-cute / no warnings except swearing / feat jimin it made most sense to give them both a friend / happy, laughing jk!! i saw his recent weverse post and my heart hurts for him - i wish him nothing but happy happy days :( / i hope this is what you meant, anon, and i really hope you like it!!! thank you so much for requesting and for reading one two drop! / sorry for calling jk the bigger boy and jimin the shorter one - i'm kinda short myself so i didn't mean it in a teasing way! / ahhh idk how i feel about this one idk if i love it but i hope you like it anon / feedback is always welcome and it's appreciated!💗

There were many unspoken rules in life. Don’t propose at someone else’s wedding. Let people get off the elevator before you get in. Always pour in the milk after the cereal…

And, when planning an outing to a theme park, let your friend know whether you are a ride person or not.

Ki, your only friend at university, showed nothing but excitement when you suggested going to the theme park over the weekend. It was only natural that you expected her to be down to go on the rides with you… but when you see her in a flowy pink dress, white lace-up boots, and a beret, you quickly realize that that wasn’t the case.

“Looking very cute. But how are you going to go on any rides in that?” you question the moment you spot her by the park’s entrance, ignoring the fact that you'd coincidentally perfectly coordinated, considering your lavender jumpsuit.

“Who said anything about rides? There’s that new Sanrio pop-up with all the photo ops. I thought that’s why you suggested it.”

“I meant that as a bonus, Ki. So, what, are we gonna come back for the rides another day then?”

“Well… we can come back for something else. I hate rides, bestie, so you’ll have to go alone.”

“Oh, come on,” you pout, stopping dead in your tracks. “Just one ride.”

“They make me nauseous, boo. Even the kiddie ones. Sorry, I guess I should’ve told you, huh?”

“You guess?” you resign, briefly forgetting your disappointment until it actually sinks in during your walk around the park, when all you could do is merely look at all the rides after snapping photos at every single Sanrio-themed spot.

“I hate you for not telling me,” you utter beneath your breath, the roar of a passing rollercoaster cart right afterward only emphasizing your frustration.

“I said I was sorry! You can go alone, you know? I’ll wait.”

“What fun is that?” you sulk. “You, as my one friend, outweigh every other person I’ve ever known in my life in every regard but this…. I’ve never hated you until today, boo, because you and I both know I can’t just ask someone else.”

“Wait, no…. you can! Just do that!” she suggests excitedly, stopping.

“Do what?”

“Just… ask someone else. A stranger. I mean…. it’ll be very easy to find someone willing to go on a ride… you know, at a theme park. Would that be weird? If you just went up to someone and asked them?”

“It would definitely be weird, you freakish extrovert. Who’d do that?"

"Us? What difference does it make, whether it's a ride or a dance at a club? I know you've only just begun understanding my ways and finally tried approaching men at clubs, but... there's really no difference."

"It is different. A theme park is like... a date place. It's not just a dance."

"Well, both instances can involve a ride," she winks, laughing as you roll your eyes.

"I'd never go with a stranger anyways. There's no excitement there. Unless it was with a hot guy,” you joke.

“… And I’m sure a guy would be just as happy to go on a ride with a hot girl, too, boo.”

Ki goes on, seeing your eyes widen.

“If a hot guy came up to you and asked you, would you say yes?”

“Depends how hot…” you tease, “but yeah, I think I would. Why not?”

“Exactly! ‘Why not?’… Aren’t adventurous types your thing? Be it for a change. Think about it: if you’d say yes, why can’t it work the other way around? Provided he isn’t scared or prone to motion sickness like me…. Why would a single, fun guy refuse to go on a ride with a hot girl? And you’re a gorgeous girl who is usually sunshine in human form..... except for the last dreadful, moping hour. I’m sick of it. Find a hot guy, a ride, and get out of this funk already.” Ki’s eyes light up at her own suggestion. For the first time in her life… she might’ve been on to something….

“I just pick a guy? At random?”

“What do you have to lose?”

-

Finding someone in a sea full of teenagers and couples took longer than usual. Waiting around ride exits, entrances, and photo kiosks were all futile attempts at your now lame mission. that you’d huffed your way to the pretzel stand. You might as well eat something sweet and fluffy if you couldn’t find a guy you could describe with those words… You were a step away from cinnamony, twisty goodness when two figures whizz between you and the pretzel stand.

“YA! Jimin-hyung! You have to!” you hear, your eyes fixated on the chase unfolding in front of you when you realize it wasn’t a chase between two children but rather two grown men.

“Exactly! I am your hyung! Stop making me do this shit, or the next time, I’ll throw up on you,” the smaller man responds, darting ahead of the larger one, the both of them running loops around the pretzel stand until the shorter one jumps over a nearby bench, hiding behind it. "I know you're fucking strong enough to lift me and force me into doing it, so for God's sake, just stop, Jungkook-ah. I'll let you talk to me informally for a whole month if you don't make me do this."

The bigger man yields, stopping, seemingly to catch his breath, only to burst into a fit of laughter instead when the smaller one marches over to him, playfully hitting him with a plushie and scolding him between his low giggles as well. The few people gathered around had looked away at that point, brushing it off once they’d realized it wasn’t an actual fight… except for you.

You couldn’t. The sound tugged at your heartstrings. That loud, unstoppable, joyous laugh unlike any you’d ever heard in your entire life. And now that the taller man stood still and you could finally take a good look at him. He was big, which you’d noticed immediately, with a frog-eyed headband that somehow stayed on his head throughout the chase, adorning his long locks. Laughing heartily, almost out of breath, the shorter man beside him jokingly punched at his huge muscles… which were decorated with a vibrant collage of tattoos.

Ki gasps right beside you. “Oh, isn’t he so your ty-”

“He is. He really fucking is….” you whisper, in awe of the huge man with the frog-eyed headband.

“Look, it’ll end in one of two ways - you either will or won’t go on a ride with... the man of your dreams. He’s the hottest guy we’ve seen so far, and… tattooed, jacked... A man but happy like a kid... Damn, is he your type… You can’t pass this up. Still, if he turns out to be an idiot and says no, just look for another one. There are thousands of people here, and his friend is really cute too. Maybe even better, actually, damn.”

The man was still laughing. It was adorable.

“No, no… I want the smiley boy who can’t stop laughing… The one with the stuffed animal in his hands and that cute little matching headband. And the camera strap around his neck. The happy boy, boo. You know I like happy boys.… He's per- I… I want him.”

“I can see it in your eyes, freak. But remember, he's just a man. No difference between him and the others... even though he really does look custom-made for you.”

Frozen in your spot, you watch the man’s laugh fade away into a wide, bunny-toothed smile. Good God.

“Go. Go, boo. Now.”

Ki, ever the flirt, does what she always does whenever either of you spots someone you might be interested in - pushing you slightly until you’ve no choice but to reach her planned destination for you. Turning back was never an option. You knew better - if you attempted it, she’d just drag you back herself. A mere couple of steps away, the reflexed confidence you’d felt bubbling up from similar nights she encouraged you quickly fades away when the man is right in front of you. Though you’d only been a short distance away, he was bigger, happier, louder, and much more attractive up close. He wasn't the most attractive man you'd seen that day but... in your entire life. And when he blinks in your direction, noticing your sudden presence, you finally come back to Earth.

“Hi. Uhm, hello. This is a bit weird, but would you like to go on this rollercoaster with me?” you ask in a rush, gesturing to the attraction right behind him. “I’m here with a friend who doesn’t like rides and…”

The man’s wide smile remained on his face. It was hard not to get distracted.

“…and I thought I’d ask someone who seemed fun, unlike her.”

“What made you think I was fun?” he asks, his tone serious, despite the smile on his face.

“Well… you're standing right in front of the ride, and that little chase you guys did. It was funny.... and cute.”

“Cute?” he asks, his eyebrows raised in shock. If you weren't mistaken, somehow, his smile grew even wider.

“Yeah,” you reply, sure your expression matched his. With a reaction like that... He was either down for it or would reject you kindly... What did you have to lose? "Yeah, cute."

“How did you know he’s not afraid?” his friend interrupted. You’d forgotten the shorter man’s entire existence.

“Oh well, I assumed. Hot guys aren’t afraid of rides.” It was a weird theory you held, in line with your type and your own dating and crush history. You almost regret blurting it out, but it only sends the man into another laughing fit while his friend glared at the both of you.

“Thank you… Thank you for that - he was getting a little too confident,” the tattooed man laughs.

“For the record - I don’t hate all rides, just heights. He forced me to go on that drop ride. I feel sick, and he wants me to go on another one! That’s why... that stupid chase and that ridiculous laugh of his. He’s laughing at his friend’s misery if that’s your definition of ‘fun’ too.”

“Oh, sorry. I meant no disrespect,” you laugh, seeing the shorter man angrily and adorably all riled up.

“No, don’t worry, we know,” the hot guy adds, wiping tears of laughter away from his face, and luckily, the shorter man concurs, waving it off with a smile.

"So I hear you wanted to go on that ride too?" you ask.

“I’d… I’d love to,” the man states. Now that he’s composed himself, you could make out the rosiness in his cheeks - the happy crinkles by his eyes remained. “I’d really love to go with you. God knows I need someone cool too.” He side-eyes his friend at the comment, fiddling with the stuffed frog toy in his hands before continuing. “But hyung's cowardice is not the only reason I want to... Maybe I’ll win you one of these too later?”

The shorter man rolls his eyes, playfully punching the stuffed frog. “You have a name, tough guy?”

“Oh, sorry,” the man replies, outstretching his hand when he finally looks back at you with that same sweet smile. “My name is Jungkook.” You shake his hand and introduce yourself, noticing how nice his also tattooed hand felt…

“And I’m Jimin,” the shorter man says snarkily before continuing on. “Didn’t you say you were here with a friend? Can we hang out and gossip about you while you both go on that death trap? It’ll be nice to hang out with a sane person. I promise we’ll pray for your survival too.”

“Yeah, she’s here, but… I don’t spot her. Let me text her.”

[to: ki-ttycat]: hoe where are you? hot guy is up for it. going now!!!! but his friend is here and wants to hang out with you.

[from: ki-ttycat] are you fr?? the cutie? omgggggggggggggg running.

[from: ki-ttycat] go go have fun make sure to ride him too later.

“She’s coming,” you say with a giggle, pointing towards Ki, who you spot darting towards you with a fresh bucket of popcorn in her hands.

“Oh wow,” Jimin says under his breath when he spots her. “Go, you two. I’m done with Jungkook, that’s for sure. Y/N, you take care. The both of you. Go on all the rides if you want. We - hopefully - won’t be waiting.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes before looking back at you with a smile.

“Shall we?”

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[liamade]

Lost in Our Future ; Kim Sunwoo Drabble

»»—pairing: kim sunwoo x idol!reader

summary: accompanying your friend to shop for her wedding dress, you and your boyfriend sunwoo get lost in your own possible future

genre: nothing but pure absolute fluff and brain rot

warning(s): N/A

✧ word count: 748

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"But y/n.. What kind of dresses do you like?" he asked after a while of curiously gazing at all the dresses displayed in the room.

"Short and skin tight ones." She answered simply without looking up.

Sunwoo rolled his eyes with a laugh, "no, I'm talking about wedding dresses."

"Oh.." she glanced at him before crossing her legs with a face scrunched in thought, "hmm.. Maybe one with a low neckline. Ah, but it should probably be with lace detailing right? And the bottom.. I like long, poofy ones, but nothing too dramatic. Maybe something like a disney princess. There would be a little train too… oh and lace sleeves!"

She suddenly turned to him with a finger pointed upward, "it can't be white. Everyone does white dresses—it's boring to me. A black dress is cool, isn't it?" She faced forward before he could even answer, leaning forward with her arms on her thigh. "Or should I get a tan one… Ah but then there's wine purple!"

He silently watched her as she leaned back on the ottoman, exasperation coating her features as she silently entered a self debated in her mind. He couldn't help the small smile that naturally pulled at his lips the longer he stared at her with his usual love-filled eyes, finding her cute no matter what she does, even imagining in all the dresses she described.

"I.. like whatever you like." He told her with the sweetest voice he could muster—the one he had reserved only for her.

Her head whipped over to him in an instant, her expression clearly showing the daze she found herself in at his words.

Sunwoo's eyebrows began to furrow as her bottom lip started to jut out, thinking he somehow said something wrong to make her cry.

Her hands flew to hold his face as she pouted. "You're so sweet.." She quietly said before placing a kiss on his lips.

Pulling back, she gazed into his eyes with a grin, "but you know, when we get married your opinion would matter too, right?"

She was left without an answer as he sat silently. His face broke out into a smile that only grew as the seconds passed and soon he was giggling to himself.

Her eyes narrowed as she looked him up and down, "..what? You're acting like a weirdo, Sunwoo-"

"Nothing it's just," he calmed down, but the full-on smile remained tattooed on his face in that moment, "you said when. 'When' we get married.. Not if."

Her mouth fell open and her eyes widened as a blush started to paint her cheeks. She went to pull away in embarrassment, but his hands were faster than her, wrapping around her wrists to keep her own planted in place.

It was his turn to give her a peck to reassure her before his head settled further into her hold, "so when we get married, I want my members to sing at our wedding."

"Only if my members get to sing with them." She cheekily answered.

"Of course; I love Seul and Hime. It's only right if they sing, too."

The grin was back on her face as she leaned in once more, already starting to imagine what she knew would be one of the best days of her life, but halting right before they could kiss again.

"Wait.. Does that mean I'd have 10 brothers..??"

Sunwoo laughed at her realization, kissing the tip of her nose, "10 brothers that absolutely love you, yes."

Before she could even respond, their attention was taken by a voice that joined into their conversation.

"Hey, lovebirds!" Her friend yelled to remind them that they were not, in fact, alone in the room, "We're here to find my wedding dress, not plan your future wedding." She stood in front of them, hands planted on her hips as she scolded them, though the smile on her face completely betrayed her.

"Oh, um," y/n glanced at Sunwoo, clearing her throat as she scooched away from him, "sorry.."

Her friend scuffed with a roll of her eyes, "you're not forgiven… unless I'm invited to the wedding, of course!"

Y/n looked at Sunwoo, her eyes asking him for his approval. He simply placed his hand on her knee as he sat closer to her.

"You're a friend of y/n's so I have no objections. Besides, you were kind enough to let me tag along even though this is our first time meeting-"

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[fxlling13]

What you deserve.

13 x fem reader

Warnings: smut, violence???

Synopsis: the doctor takes you to a party. However, you see something that makes you not so happy.

"A party?" Anyone could hear the questioning tone in yasmines voice. Though, I couldn't blame her as both Dan and I were just as confused.

"Not just any party. A royal wedding." The doctor sounded extremely enthusiastic about her idea and whilst it sounded great, our plans usually turned south.

"How do we know a bunch of sontarons won't ambush us mid event?" Accent strong, Dan crossed his arms, his brows raised in skepticism.

"Well you could always bring your wok?" It was hard not to laugh at yazs' comment and he sent a glare her way.

"Hey, this event is fixed. Meaning nothing will change." She told us, leaning on the console with confidence.

"And that's definite?" I asked, looking at her with amusement. Mouth scrunching up slightly, the doc huffed.

"Ninety-nine point nine, nine ni-"

"OK ok! We'll go!" Dan laughed, putting his hands up in defeat. Jumping up, the doctor ran around, flicking levers and pushing buttons. Eventually, the ship took off with the engines whirring powerfully. Watching from the side, I admired the blonde as she piloted her ship with ease. The look of concentration on her face, her slender hands taking control of the situation so easily and the way her tongue poked out the corner of her-

"Nice view?" Flinching from the sudden voice, my head shot left and I saw yaz trying not to laugh. Growing embarrassed that I had been caught, I cleared my throat and tried to look inconspicuous.

"I'm just, watching how to do it, kinda." My failed attempt at a smooth recovery only resulted in her cackling quietly.

"Oh stop it. You don't have to pretend. Anyone can see it." Blinking at the taller, my eyes shot left to right.

"See what?"

"That your pining after her." Dan suddenly appeared on my other side and I groaned in frustration.

"I'm that obvious?" They looked at each other and shared a look of agreement.

"To us you are. She's either really oblivious or just pretending not to see it." Taking in her words, I peered back over to the doctor and saw her inputing some details into the console.

"Are you gonna tell her?" Sighing, I shook my head and looked at Dan sadly.

"Theres no point."

"Well why not?" Before I could respond to him, the doctor came bounding over to our little huddle.

"You're all very quiet, sharing secrets?" None of us replied, looking around her with big eyes and sealed lips. After a minute of silence, she shrugged and broke out into a smile.

"Never mind. We'll land soon, go get ready and we'll meet back here in fifteen minutes." Shocked, we looked at each other.

"What's the dress code?" Yaz was wary, not wanting to be too over or too under dressed.

"Elegant, black tie? Go with that."

After rifling through the wardrobe, that was naturally installed within the tardis, I decided on a short, silky, sky blue dress. With matching Mary Jane heels. Very cute, classy but all dressy. There was a lace panel just below the bust which, was slightly low cut. It fell just above my mid-thigh and I finished it off with a pendant. In all honesty, I wasn't the most confident and it felt as though I genuinely looked disgusting. Maybe it was all in my head but hey, I couldn't fix that view myself. Brushing the cherry gloss across my lips, I added a spray of perfume before heading back out to the console room. No one else was there yet, just me. I was thankful for that and stood next to the console, grazing my hand over the miniature tardis figure that spun round at any mention of danger. Letting out a sound of recognition, I beamed up at the sentient space ship. Footsteps echoed from a distant hallway and they were drawing closer, quickly.

"I do not remember these being this difficult, where did my elastic one go? I swear this ship will be the death...of...me." The doctors words faded out as she stepped into the room. Golden eyes landed on my figure and I suddenly became even more self conscious. For a moment we stared at each other. My eyes wondered over her body without me even realising. She was wearing loose black pants the cinched in at the waist. A cream shirt was tucked in, not so neatly but then again, this was the doctor. The top three buttons were undone and a black tie, yet to be fastened, hung round her neck. Of course, she wore a long, ebony suit jacket to finish it off. Clearly, she loved that style. Finally, the doctor moved and walked up to me.

"You look-" She paused, looking me up and down several times.

"Awful?" I finished for her, giving off an awkward laugh and gazing down at the ground. Brows furrowed, the blonde reached up and ran her fingers through my long hair.

"I was going to say beautiful." Blushing, I think you could see the disbelief written on my face by the look she gave me.

"I'll give hell to anyone who tells you otherwise." Grinning at me, I felt myself relaxing somehow. Gaining a little confidence, I took her hand from my head and held it between us.

"You scrub up nicely doctor." Suprised at my compliment, a small smirk settled on her lips. Now my attention was on them, a thought came to mind.

"Actually doctor, would you like some lip gloss?" Taking a step back, she thought for a moment before nodding. So, I moved away and went back to collect it.

Once I had returned, the others were waiting now as well. They looked just as fancy and smiled at me once I'd appeared. Yaz saw what I was holding and nudged Dan slightly so he'd notice as well.

"Hey doctor, we'll land us okay?" The doctor looked up and saw me, nodding at them once she did. Pulling me off to the side, I could faintly hear them arguing about who was in control. Obviously yaz.

"Want me to fix your tie first?" I offered, seeing as it was still undone.

"Oh, yes please." Handing her the gloss, I began to button up her shirt. Ignoring the way my fingers brushed against her collar bones, I swallowed down my nerves. I was so close to her and her scent surrounded me. Old books and custard creams. She was gazing down at me with a slight intensity, a power we all knew she possessed. Taking hold of the material, I began to knot it correctly and pull it into a tie. Straightening it out, my hands ran down her front tentivley so that it looked presentable.

"Sorry." I spoke quietly, nervous she'd feel invaded or exposed.

"Its quite alright love." My head shot up, only to see a smug expression on her face. Had she been looking at me like that the whole time? Raising her hand, she handed me back the pastel tube before I had time to think. Opening it up, I began to apply a thin layer to her lips with precision. Though, I was shaking slightly. Luckily, I got it done neatly.

"There, all done."

"You know, there was another way I could of gotten some." The doctor said casually. Confused, I looked up at her until it clicked. Maybe. Surely she didn't mean-

"After all, you've got enough on to share." Not giving me any time to recover, she bounced back over to the controls just in time for us landing. Collecting myself, I went over to the small group.

"So, I think we should stick together?" The doctor suggested, stuffing her hands into her pockets. Yaz looked at me with an expression I couldn't read before linking arms with dan.

"I'll go with dan, have fun!" She practically dragged him out, not giving us any choice in the matter. Turning to me, the doctor held out her hand and I took it instantly. Together, we walked out of the tardis and into the biggest ballroom I'd ever seen. There were golden pillars in each corner of the octagonal shaped room. A large window was in the centre so we had a veiw of the universe outside. It wad beautiful. She lead me over to a quieter corner, where we could watch people dancing, interacting and other celebrations going on.

"I'll go get us drinks alright, stay here." Nodding at her, the taller strolled across the room and over to, what looked to be, a bar. There was a male behind the counter, with orange skin and spikes for hair. The place was full of a variety of aliens, including myself I supposed. To them at least, humans were the aliens. Glancing up, I immediately saw how the man had taken hold of her hand and they seemed to be laughing together. She looked really happy. Of course. Why did it even cross my mind that she'd want me. A stupid little human who follows her every call because, why? Because I fell in love at first sight and I can't tell my pathetic heart how to behave. Seeing him lean in closer, I grew angry and balled up my fists. I didn't need to see this. Turning my back to the scene, I took a deep breath and rubbed my face harshly. Stupid, stupid,stupid.

"Hey. Sorry that took a while." The doctors voice came from behind me.

"Everything okay?" Snatching the drink from her, I spoke more harshly than intended.

"Absolutely perfect." Eyes widening, I ignored the doctors startled look and tool a sip of my drink. I think she began to explain what it was but I wasn't listening. He was still looking at her. Why was he staring at her? Gripping onto my glass so tightly, a few people around us gasped once it shattered in my hold. The doctor apologised before giving me a stern look.

"What's the matter?" Not saying anything, she grew impatient and grabbed my wrist. Ignoring my protests, she pulled me out into the corridor so we were alone.

"Tell me what's wrong."

"Theres nothing wrong!" I yelled in defence, finding the carpet particularly interesting to look at. All of a sudden, her hands were on my shoulders, pushing me against the wall. Now trapped between her and the tapestry, I had no choice but to see her face. It made me cringe internally, begging myself not to blush or give it away.

"I'm going to ask you one more time. What's going on?" Tone demanding, I pressed my lips together in resilience. Nothing could make me tell her, it would ruin everything. Once she found out, things would be awkward and- Every thought I had melted away as I felt her lips press against my own rather roughly. Nevertheless, I kissed back instantly, body practically reduced to putty. It was intense, we moulded together perfectly. I could feel each one of my defenses dropping. Sadly, she pulled away, leaving me breathless.

"Tell me." Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes. Surely if she did that, the feeling had to be mutual. Or was she just that cruel?

"He was flirting with you. And you looked happy about it." Letting go of my shoulders, I slumped down as the doctor looked thoroughly confused.

"What are you- oh. You mean, the bartender?" She questioned, gazing at me with intent. Nodding, I sniffled slightly and hugged myself for comfort.

"He was touching you and you were laughing." Cupping my cheeks, the doctor lifted my head and gave me the most heartfelt smile I'd ever seen.

"What am I going to do with you huh?" Bewildered, i tilted my head in her hold. Much to my pleasure, she pulled me in for another kiss which I reciprocated immediately. My arms wrapped around her neck, drawing her in closer. Our bodied were pressed against each other, no room remaining. Unfortunately, I had to breath so it was cut much too short for my liking.

"It was you. Always you. I don't care about anyone else, especially not a man." Hearing her confession, I threw myself at her and held on tightly. I'd been dreaming of hearing that for months. Encircling my waist with her arms, she lifted me with ease and pressed my back onto the wall once again. Pulling back from the hug, I stared down at her (due to now being at a higher level).

"So, you get jealous easily?" Rolling my eyes, I huffed a little.

"I had every right to be. He was all over you." Smirking, the doctor tutted playfully.

"Less of the attitude." Feeling challenged, I tangled my hand in the tie, pulling her closer. A gasp escaped her lips at the sudden movement and cut of oxygen. My legs wrapped round her waist to add fuel to fire.

"Or what doctor?"

"You really wanna know?" Her voice was an octave lower as she mumbled against my lips. Instead if a verbal response, I just nod and tried not to seem too disappointed when she put me down. However, she did intertwine our fingers and drag me along until we got back to the tardis. I barely had time to process her flipping a switch as I found myself being taken into her room and the door slammed behind us. Sitting herself down on the bed, she pat her lap expectantly. Not needing to be told twice, I straddled her thighs and wasted no time in accepting her invitation of another kiss. Our tongues clashed as I pushed the coat off of her shoulders. Throwing it off to the side, the doctors hands wandered across my body and up my chest.

"Dont think I didn't notice how you were looking at me." She stated, beginning to kiss down my neck.

"Or the way you felt me up." All I could do was hum in response as she nipped at the skin, proceeding to leave adequate size marks in her path. Pulling on her tie, it came loose enough for me to rip it off. As her fingers fumbled with the zipper of my dress, we parted ways to catch our breaths. The dress fell from shoulders, leaving my front exposed. I felt myself turn red from this, the doctor was staring intensely. To distract myself from this, I wrapped the tie round the back of her neck and jerked her forward rather aggressively.  All she did was chuckle in response, hands crawling up my front and her forehead pressing against my own. Finding my hips, she sat me on her left thigh. Getting impatient, I trailed kisses down her neck, settling at the crook of her neck and biting down gently. The doctor groaned quietly, digging her nails into the now exposed flesh of my hips. When did she lift my dress? That didn't matter, all I was focused on was marking up the side of her neck. At some point, she had begun to rock my hips backwards and forwards. The motion elected a moan from me and I could tell she was smirking. Trying to focus, I searched blindly for the buttons on her shirt and practically tore them apart.

"Now, now love. Don't be too hasty." Ignoring her words, I hurled the garment across the room but froze suddenly. The doctor had grabbed my wrists, causing me to look at her expectantly.

"I said, slow down. Relax." Taking a deep breath, I wrapped my arms round her neck and smiled shyly.

"I'm sorry." Shaking her head, she laughed and released my hands. Kissing my lips softly, I barely had enough time to register the doctor operating my hips again. My moans were swallowed down as the kiss grew more intense. Pathetically, I whimpered, my head falling down against her shoulder. Grip becoming firmer and the movements harsher.

"Relax, you're doing so well." My heart fluttered at the compliment, nails pressing into her back. Something clicked in her brain and the doctor smiled smugly. Picking up the pace, she spoke smoothly into my ear.

"Such a good girl hm?" Whining, I nod dumbly and bit down on her shoulder. Grunting, the blonde bucked her thigh up and I came suddenly with a cry of her name. It took a minute to catch my breath and the doctor cupped my cheeks lovingly.

"You okay love?" Nodding, I beamed as she kissed my lips repeatedly. I squeaked as she flipped us, laying me down on the bed and hovering over me.

"Dont relax too much. We're not done here."

Nestled in the dark blue sheets, I watched as the doctor fastened up her boots loosely. Her shirt was only partially done up and her hair wasn't the neatest. Sitting up, I pulled her close and ran my fingers through the blonde locks to make it presentable.

"Dont be too long." Smiling, she leant down to kiss my lips before heading for the door.

"I'll grab yaz and Dan, come back then we'll be off and I'll be right here for as long as you like." She reassured me before disappearing. Sighing happily, I stretched out before hopping up and putting some cosy pyjamas on.

Making her way through the crowded ballroom, the doctor searched around for her companions.

"Where did you disappear off to pretty lady?" Freezing, she turned to see the barman from earlier.

"That's none of your concern." Giving him a polite smile, she went to leave but instead got stopped yet again.

"Oh but I thought we were getting along well?" There was a tone of flirting in his voice and it caused the woman to cringe.

"You thought wrong then, clearly. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to find my friends." Scoffing, the man looked her up and down, taking in her appearance.

"Are your standards that low you fucked an earth worm?" Eyes narrowing, the doctor stepped closer. Tilting her head up towards the creature, she sucked in a shirt breath.

"I'm sorry?"

"Come on. I saw you whisk that human away. Why would you even bother with such a lowly species?" The doctor felt her eye twitched but kept her cool up.

"I dont care for your opinions." Giving out a 'tch', it moved forward and grinned, sharp teeth showing.

"And I don't care for the opinions of women. Especially women who mess around with little earth girls." Her jaw clenched, nails digging into her palm. It was never this hard when she was a man. Then, she used to be able to do whatever without complaint.

"Shut your mouth."

"I'd understand if she was a looker. But it was hideous to see. Are you that desperate that you settled for a worthless ug-" having enough, she finally snapped and punched him right across the face. He fell to the floor with a harsh thud, alerting the people around.

"Doctor!" Yaz called out in shock, having just seen the whole thing. Both companions rushed to her side, looking at the man on the ground. The doctor chuckled at his expression, crouching down to his level.

"Sorry, were you saying something about her?" Quickly, he shook his head in hopes of not aggravating her further. Giving off a fake smile, she stood once again.

"Have a good day sir. Come on you two." The doctor was patronising him, she became cheerful once her attention focused in on her friends. Giving them no time to comprehend what just happened, they followed her back to the tardis.

"Doctor? What happened?" Dan asked, eyeing her up and down. Pulling out the tardis key, she looked at them both.

"What do you mean?" She opened the door and walked in, immediately starting up the machine to take off.

"Well for someone who's against violence, that looked pretty, well, violent." He continued, crossing his arms with an accusing look. Once the ship had taken off, the doctor tucked hands away into her pockets and looked between them both.

"Somtimes, people deserve it." She said with a sigh, leaning back against the console. Yaz raised her eyebrows.

"So, what have you been up to?" Rolling her eyes, the blonde waved them off and headed for the corridor.

Upon hearing the door open, I sat up smiling.

"I dont know if you wear pyjamas but I got you some out. Just incase you wanted to." Picking them up, she changed into them. I watched shamelessly. No point in being shy now. Once finished, the doctor climbed into the bed beside me.

"You took a while. Everything okay?" Humming, she slipped her arms round my waist and rested her head on my chest.

"Yes, I just punched someone." Eyes widening, I almost jumped up; if it wasn't for her laying on me.

"You what? Doctor!" I scolded, confused as to why on earth she'd ever do that. First time that we met, she gave us the lecture on never hurting anyone.

"He deserved it. Said some things." Now even more confused, I began to thread my fingers through her short hair.

"What did he say that was so bad you punched him?" I asked, wanting the full picture. This was very unlike her.

"He was talking nonsense. About you mainly. I'm not going to let that happen." Feeling touched, I let out a small laugh then kissed her head.

"I dont deserve you doctor."

"I'm exactly what you deserve."

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Wedding Dress || T. Mitsuya

A young man hums along with the radio, a measuring tape around his neck a bright pin cushion strapped on his wrist like a bracelet. His eyes were focused on the masterpiece before him, gently handling the fabric and carefully placing down pins in the right places.

“ This will look perfect “ He mutters, lips curving up in a small smile.

Mitsuya Takashi, a world-renowned fashion designer who completely swept the entire fashion industry and the world off its feet. Not only was he talented and good-looking, but the confidence and humbleness he portrayed are also what made people love him even more.

However that wasn’t it all, it was also because he was the youngest to ever achieve this height of accomplishments within a short amount of time. A young bachelor. Sought by many ladies and men.

“ Should I put rose patterns or daisies? “ He wonders. She looks good in anything either way. He thought. Grabbing the notebook with different lace patterns and types of fabric inside.

Just the thought of Y/N wearing his handmade wedding dress gives him all sorts of feelings. He feels like he could pull a cartwheel on the spot, although his back has been having problems lately. He feels like giggling and kicking his feet randomly as if he was still in high school.

Seriously, how could one person make him feel intoxicated and yet cured of all sickness at the same time?

“ Mr. Mitsuya, Miss L/n is waiting by the lobby.” His assistant said on the phone.

“ let her in, “

Mitsuya Takashi is a great guy, with talents and looks, and fame. He’s a confident guy with a righteous mind. Though he’s a pacifist, he wouldn’t hesitate to get in trouble if his friends and family get hurt.

He hears the familiar clicks of heels, knowing fully well who they belonged to, he stands up and attempts to fix his messy workstation. Fumbling around like the lovesick fool he was, the door opens and the most dazzling woman enters the room.

“ Takashi? Long time no see! “ She greets, a warm smile on her lips as she gives him a hug. The same old welcoming and lovely energy she gave off the first time she entered his life.

He hugs her back, burying his face into her hair to hide the silly grin on his face. She smells warm and fuzzy. He thought.

Mitsuya was glad that she was finally back from her travels, safe and sound with all her limbs intact and no slight hint of mental insanity. It was weird when you put it that way but that’s just how he was. A worrywart of a person, turning into a mother hen at the slightest sight of injury.

“ I’m glad to see you, how was your trip? “ He asks.

She brightens up at his question, breaking away from the hug that he desperately wanted to chase after. Mitsuya guides her to a chair, one that he specifically ordered as her exclusive seat. A chair that no one, not even his closest friends were allowed to sit on.

“ I watched Mikey’s bike race! I was actually surprised that the competition was being held in Brazil, Good thing Mikey snagged me a nice seat with a great view of the race– “ She rambles on, Mitsuya wasn't really listening, well, he was but the sound of her voice got him lost in his thoughts.

“--kid challenged me to a dance challenge! It was kinda hilarious too since I ain’t backing down from a challenge! ” Y/n had a habit of talking with her hands, imitating the sound of objects or even animals to further explain the story well. 

Cute. he thought.

Mitsuya was a great listener and he also gives great advice. Along with his extremely long patience, gentleness, and thoughtfulness, it was not a surprise that he was popular with girls and boys. 

His thoughts were interrupted when Y/n stares in awe at her side. He knew what she was looking at, he always did. “ Would you like to take a closer look? “ and god was he so glad to ask her that when he received a bashful look of hesitance from her.

“ Can I really? I–I mean it still looks incomplete and I might accidentally spoil the fun! “ She says to which Mitsuya chuckled.

“ N/n, it's yours. You’re free to look at it, and I think it’s better to see it now. Who knows, you might hate the design after all, “

“ Nonsense! “ She exclaims in exasperation, “ How could I possibly hate your designs? They’re extremely beautiful! “ 

A soft smile painted his lips,” Is that so? Well, you can still check it out just in case “ 

Both of them stood, Mitsuya watched her as she softly walked towards the mannequin with an almost complete wedding dress. Her footsteps were light as if she was approaching a fragile art piece.

Her eyes twinkled with admiration. Something that Mistuya adored along with her other antics such as laughing like a maniac when she pranks someone. His lilac eyes stared at her, etching her face to his mind as if he hadn’t seen her in years.

She glides her hand by the hem of the skirt, “ So pretty, “ Y/n mutters.

“ Isn’t it? “ she asks, smiling graciously at the white dress.

“ Yeah, “ Mitsuya agrees, eyes still focused on her. “ Really pretty, “

“ Do you think I’d look as pretty once I wear it? “ 

I made that with you in mind. “ Of course, you will “ You’ve always been pretty.

A short laugh escapes from her, “ Then I’m glad, I’ll wear this proudly. “ She grins, showing off her now perfectly aligned teeth deprived of braces.

How could someone be this lovely? 

“ I hope, Mikey thinks so too, “ An adoring smile on her face. Mitsuya freezes but recovered in no time.

He purses his lips, swallowing down the disgusting bitter taste on his tongue, “ I’m sure he will, “ He replies calmly.

Mitsuya was popular.

Y/n laughs at the thought of her soon-to-be husband, “ He better does, I’ll kick his ass otherwise, “

Mitsuya was loved by many.

“ As you should, “

Mitsuya was a successful young man, sought by many people. And yet he can’t have the one person he’d ever love so much with his entire heart at stake.

Y/n turns to look at Mitsuya, “ You better attend my wedding okay? Can’t have my best friend be left out on one of my happiest days! “ 

His eyes soften, holding back the regret and tears. He bites the inside of his cheek, “ Of course, I’ll be there “

With how he always watched her, he wasn't really surprised when her eyes didn't look at him with the same affection as she did with manjiro. He always knew, yet the bitter taste still hasn't faded.

Her wedding, with me not as her groom, but the friend who designed her wedding dress.

#tokyo revengers x reader #mitsuya x reader #mitsuya takashi #tokrev x reader #tr x reader #fem reader #angst #sad cuz mitsuya can't have her #mikey x reader

[valyalyon]

December 18, 2024

The wedding day! Not crazy sexual, just a fluff/argument post. Enjoy! DIE MASTER LIST OR #LYONDIE

Papago Park was my favorite regular park in the Phoenix area. There were large sandstone rocks, beautiful crimson sand, and a lake among many things...

CW: Explicit language, arguments.

...We had decided it would be the location for our wedding within a couple days of Raphael’s proposal.

Raphael had handled inviting our witnesses, the officiant, and his parents and two older siblings. I took care to invite my sister and my parents, they had missed my first wedding and I was really happy that they all agreed to come.

Everyone was at the park by 7am but I wasn’t far behind. They waited for me by the mound and I made my way along the park walkways. I met up with my dad and he complimented me, as he took my hand to lead me to Raphael.

As I came into view of the wedding party, I held my breath, seeing Raphael standing beside the officiant.

His long hair was neatly put back into a bun, and he wore a black suit that looked amazing on him. With his suit there was a white tie and a white shirt underneath. His eyes were just as dark as always, staring across the way to me.

I wanted to be inside his head. I wanted to ask him again, are you sure you want me? But, he was standing tall. He was standing proud. Waiting for me.

I stood allowing everyone to see my dress, then started making my way over with my dad.

My dress was so beautiful. It was an A-line lace wedding dress, off-shoulder, with long sleeves. It had beautiful beadwork and was decorated with gorgeous pearls. I had a high slit on my leg, exposing skin while I walked towards him.

I also wore a veil that was short in the front, covering from collarbone up, and then it got progressively longer towards the back and flowed to the ground. It was delicate and it was held slightly higher by a tiara I wore atop my head.

I wanted to shine for our wedding and really feel beautiful, seeing as I had felt so awful with my first wedding and the marriage had fallen apart, I decided I wanted to think more about my wedding. While we were still getting married fairly quick, I was just glad to have him.

Especially with what we found out last night. The fact that he’s here just proves so much to me. He wants me, despite anything. I’m just lucky to have him.

My father stopped with me at the end of the aisle in front of Raphael. Raphael stepped towards my father and shook his hand.

“Cuídala,” was all my father said, a simple gesture of concern from a caring father.

With that, my father turned towards me, kissing my head and bowing away to his seat after handing me over.

I took Raphael’s hand in mine, having given my flowers to Sara, who was standing on my side with my family. I smiled up at him through my veil.

As we got to the vows, Raphael lifted my veil away from my face, letting it rest neatly while I read my vows to him, “You have stepped up to be the hero in my life, I’ve decided to do everything in my power to keep you happy. I want to live a peaceful, fruitful life with you, where we can grow and experience life together. Through all the waves, the endless battles, I want to be there with you.”

Raphael took his turn, a smile was on his handsome face, “thank you for being mine. You look amazing… I vow to be your rock, your home, your steady guide. I vow to stand at your side, behind you, or wherever you want me. I will worship the ground you walk on. I will love you forever.”

Within a couple seconds, the officiant asked the famous question, “do you, Raphael Santos, take Dolores Ortiz to be your lawfully wedded wife for as long as you both shall live?”

“I do,” Raphael nodded his head, his smile was so cute, I could feel butterflies in my tummy.

“And do you, Dolores Ortiz, take Raphael Santos to be your lawfully wedded husband for as long as you both shall live?” The officiant asked.

“I do,” I said, happily. My eyes were gazing up into his.

“Raphael, you may now kiss your bride,” the officiant stepped aside as the photos were taken.

Raphael took a step closer to me, and took me by the waist, giving me a sweet kiss, then dipping me for the photos.

I was laughing with joy against his lips.

He stood me back up and in that moment I noticed Julius for the first time. He was standing behind Raphael and that was all I noticed, too distracted by my current joy I immediately turn my attention back to Raphael.

Regardless, it was too late. Raphael had seen me stop looking at him for a second and something had snapped in him. He looked completely normal to everyone around, but I could tell he was mad and I was starting to get pretty heated about it, too.

Despite that, Raphael and I fulfilled our appearance. We were surrounded by friends and family checking if we’d be meeting up for breakfast but, Raphael explained our honeymoon plans.

We had planned to have a honeymoon in Phoenix, this would be only a week, and then within a year we’d finish the full three weeks of the honeymoon somewhere else. Regardless, we had to start our honeymoon immediately because of our work schedules.

Understanding our predicament, both our families decided we’d schedule dinners sometime in the next month for them to take us out. Julius and Sara weren’t talking too much.

Through most of Raphael’s conversation with our families, I was carrying Theo in my arms, kissing his cheeks and loving up on him since I wouldn’t see him for a week. He’d be staying with my family and I was glad that he would get to play with dogs and just have fun, but I knew I’d miss him.

I knew Raphael and I definitely needed time as a couple though, away from Theo. So I wasn’t upset about the decision, I just knew the mommy guilt would creep in on occasion.

Theo and I were laughing with each other when Raphael said it was time to go, I kissed Theo all over and told him to be a good baby for his gramma. He just laughed, I handed him to her, and took my new husband’s hand.

The moment we were no longer in view of the wedding party, our argument started.

“Why the fuck were you staring at Julius?” Raphael asked, angrily.

“I looked over at him for a second!” I shouted in my own defense, annoyed by his jealousy. I tore my hand away from him, not wanting to be restrained to him if he kept getting more angry.

“Not. For. One. Second,” he measured his voice and reached over to grab my hand and take it back. He kissed my hands, almost restraining his rage and seemingly holding back from squeezing my hand and breaking it.

“What the fuck do you want from me? You’re the one that invited your best friend that almost proposed to me to our wedding!” I tore my hand away from his grasp again.

“Oh, would you have preferred it was him you were marrying?” He asked me, his voice getting a little louder.

“Oh my fucking God. Don’t twist my words,” I picked up my skirt, and started walking faster towards Raphael’s car.

Raphael sped up, but easily kept pace with me since I was storming through the desert in hells. I was so annoyed with Raphael in that moment. Since he had asked me to be his, I had been nothing but loyal and happy and in love with him.

But, he was always jealous.

“Take off those heels,” He told me quite forcefully.

“No, fuck you,” I responded angrily.

“You’re going to twist your ankle,” His voice was getting louder and more mad.

“It’ll be your fault,” I seethed with rage.

Raphael responded by letting out a groan, a very angry, frustrated sound, and then lifting me off the ground and into his arms.

He carried me like a bride was supposed to be carried and I stared at him, blushing.

Still angry, he didn’t look at me. He made his way to his car, opened the door while still carrying me, and sat me down in the seat. He shut the door, and got in the other side.

I crossed my arms and put my knees together, turning to look away from him.

He took a deep breath.

He was silent for a minute.

I didn’t dare look at him. I kept my eyes fixed on the fog on the window. When he was angry like this, he needed to have control. Me looking him in the eyes would satisfy him and intensify the control. He would get his fix. I was his drug after all.

“Look at me,” he said, putting his hand on my shoulder.

“Is that a request or a demand?” I asked him, staring at the condensation on the glass.

“Both, Lola, please…” he dropped his head on my shoulder and kissed my exposed arm, then my neck. He was starting to search for my eyes.

So I made eye contact with him, but my expression was that of a wounded kitten. I felt that way in my soul, and his expression made me realize how transparent I was.

He dropped his eyes for a second and then looked back into mine, “Dolores… Princess… I’m sorry.”

“I wanted to be with you, Raphael. That’s why I married you today. We are a family. I’m sorry that I broke eye contact with you to look anywhere else. I wasn’t trying to avoid your eye and I wasn’t trying to fantasize about someone else. I think you know what you were doing to J’s psyche by inviting him to be our witness.

I think you hurting your best friend like that was mean and from the moment I saw he was the witness I felt that way. I did not change my mind about marrying you though. I still wanted you and only you through all of it and even now. I don’t know what you want from me though. I’m already doing my best.”

“Yeah. I think I might have overstepped by doing that. Can’t say I didn’t think about the consequences, I just didn’t want to admit that I might not be able to hold my cool when you’re around him. I’m a jealous person, I’ll say it,” Raphael admitted.

“Him and I have always been competing. When I fell in love with you and realized you were his, I didn’t know what to fucking do with myself. And even now the whole paternity scare… I just don’t want to lose you. To anyone. I want this forever.”

“You confuse me so much. We’re married, Raphael. Whatever competition you created with Julius doesn’t exist. I just want to be the best wife for you,” I told him and he leaned in to kiss me.

“Thanks for marrying me,” Raphael smiled at me, “You look so beautiful, Dolores. I’m really the luckiest man. I can’t wait to have you to myself for this week.”

“I bet, seeing as you’re such an insecure man that I can’t be around other men or you’ll get angry,” I smiled up at him, I was pushing his buttons and I was doing it on purpose.

“That’s not true,” he said, trying to defend himself, and then starting to drive towards the resort we’d be staying at.

“Prove it. Let’s go to a nightclub one of these nights. I want to dance and grind against you all night, and I want to see what you do in a room full of men that want me,” I was holding his right hand as he drove.

“Fine.” He agreed.

#dark romance #argument #possesive love #writeblr #booklr #lyondie #bluestlyon #original story #creative writing

[devourable]

Would it be alright to request some hcs for wedding stuff with Tina and her Darling? Like what she would wear, if she’d want a courthouse wedding or a ceremony, if a ceremony what theme/location/time of year… 🥺 I love your writing style, and Tina is so cool 🫰

also camping and stargazing that she likes so much would be such a cute honeymoon trip 😩💞💞💞

absofuckinglutely yes you can anon. bless. sorry this is a bit short </3

💒 valentina everett • wedding headcanons

the day that you get married could not come sooner for valentina. she'd be torn between rushing the entire thing and meticulously planning the wedding to ensure it's executed flawlessly.

she’d definitely want some sort of ceremony where as many people watch the wedding as possible. she doesn't have a lot of family to invite (as in... she only has one, her little sibling, who'd be content being a normal guest), but she's perfectly happy inviting all of your family and friends alongside her friends! in fact, one of them would walk her down the aisle <3

her ideal wedding would take place outdoors (obviously), maybe on a farm or by a lake, depending on your preference. and it'd have to take place early spring or fall so it'd be comfortable enough for everyone to be out and about during it.

she would want a nice wedding dress. something like this, probably? a corsetted dress with lots of pretty layers and lace. whether you wear a dress or a tux, she'd definitely want yours to match hers.

outside of those things, valentina would let you take the reigns. she doesn't care too much for other specifics once the basics are covered, and she'd want everything done as soon as possible so she can finally, finally call you her spouse and mean it.

when it is over, she'd definitely ensure a nice honeymoon location for the two of you — a luxury campsite or lakeside cabin, for sure. but it'd be a bit of wasted effort.

if you think that she's keeping her hands off of you for even a moment when you're finally alone together, you're in for a very long vacation. it's important that you consummate your marriage as soon as possible, after all! <3

#inbox | anons #💪 valentina everett #if you guess which of the teammates walk her down the aisle you get a special treat #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x oc #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere oc #yandere girl #yandere girlfriend

[nobedofroses]

Day 1: Just Married

pairing: Jack Daniels x reader

warnings: not quite cunnilingus, p-in-v sex, creampie, married Jack 😳

words: 792

a/n: i like this one, it’s cute and sweet and hot, and that is a common thread. less kinky than perhaps expected lol. hope you like!

Full List, Next

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After the ceremony and pictures, you were changing out of your floor length wedding dress with a train and veil and into a shorter dress that would be better for dancing and was just more comfortable in general. You had headed into the bridal suite alone, waiting for your maid of honor, April, to come help you get out of the extravagant dress because you couldn’t reach all of the buttons on the back. 

You had your back turned to the door, grabbing the garter you had gotten, not for the traditional toss, but just for Jack. The door opened behind you and you called out, “I forgot the garter during the ceremony, but I’ll just put it on now and Jack will never know, right?” 

“That would’ve worked, darlin’, if you paid more attention to your surroundings,” a deep voice came from close behind you. 

You gasped and whirled around to face your very new husband, “Jack! Y-you’re supposed to be April, n-not you.” 

“I know, sweetie pie, but she wanted to grab a drink, and who better to help undress you than your husband? I have lots of practice,” Jack’s grin was wolfish as he looked you up and down. “And heaven help me if I’m not gonna make love to my beautiful wife in the dress she wore when she said ‘I do.’” 

You looked up at Jack, eyes wide in anticipation of what he might do. He had rendered you speechless. Jack could tell, and kept smiling, sighing happily as he grabbed your waist and steered you over to sit on the chaise longue that was in the room.

“First things first, sugar, let's get this pretty garter on you,” he said, grabbing the bit of lace, kneeling down below you, lifting the skirt of your dress, and then sliding it up your calf and thigh. “Gorgeous.”

His head dipped as he kissed your thigh just above, below, and on top of the garter. 

Then his head disappeared under your skirts and you gasped as he pushed your thighs apart, “Jack—” 

Your voice cut off as he kissed your slit through your panties, matching white lace to the garter. 

“Fuck, honey, so wet already,” Jack’s voice was muffled through the fabric of your dress, but you could feel the vibrations of his groan against you and whined. 

He tugged at the waistband of your panties, and then pulled them off as he got out from under the skirts as well. As soon as you saw his face again, the face of your husband, you reached for him, “Jack, I need you— now.” 

Jack’s cock throbbed at how eager you were for him, but he had just enough willpower to tell you, “one second, sweet girl,” and dash to the door, click the lock, and then come right back to your side. 

It must have been a record how fast he got his pants and underwear down and his cock out. But suddenly the need to have sex as newlyweds, was absolutely overwhelming. 

All he had to do was line himself up and push into your cunt, you were so wet and he was so hard that neither of you needed any preparation. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and tugged him into you, both of you moaning as he bottomed out. 

From there it became frantic, both of you working against each other to find that perfect rhythm, that movement that you knew so well. One of his hands on your clit, and the other reaching to hold yours, it only took minutes before you were cumming, the adrenaline of the day and your love for your husband adding to the pleasure he was giving you until you couldn’t stand it any longer. 

You cried his name over and over, fingers tightening around his and pussy tightening around his cock. Jack was quick to follow, filling you with short quick thrusts and deep moans. 

All you felt was bliss and satisfaction as you looked up at Jack. And then you felt one strong need above everything else. 

“C’mere, I need a kiss,” you told him, tugging on his hand to bring him close to you. 

It took some doing not to pull out while he bent down to kiss you, but he wanted to make sure he didn’t accidentally ruin your dress in doing so. 

The kiss was perfect, only rivaled by the one you had shared when pronounced husband and wife. 

Then you felt something, and there was a disconcerting thought at the front of your mind. You pulled back, “I’m going to be dripping your cum the entire reception.” 

Jack grinned, not even having the decency to look sheepish, “Oops. Sorry, darlin’.”

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#not doing a taglist on kinktober bc it's so many posts #but the spooky smut 22 tag will have everything! #agent whiskey #jack daniels x reader #agent whiskey x reader #smut #blurb #spooky smut 22 #nobedofroses

[rockybloo]

As a prompt Monster/Kaiju bitter dressed as Bowser in the wedding suit, a sweetheart as Peach

Or

sweetheart and bitterbat go roller skating of course in disguise. I definitely recommend listening/watching to Left to Right by Marteen!! Definitely reminds me of BB trying to impress sweetheart in the ring

I def vibe with Sweetheart and Bitterbat roller skating but my drawing juice is low atm so I wrote up a fic instead

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Amara sat on a cushioned bench, her fingers dancing along her skate's laces as she tied the strings. She made sure to double knot her loops for extra security as she gave a strong tug.

Sitting up, she kicked her legs ever so gently as a wobble test. Satisfied by how secure her footwear remained, she popped right up, making sure to grab one of the guard rails next to the rink.

"Alrighty Ace, I'm ready to go!" She turned her attention to her boyfriend who was currently leaning against the short wall of the rink. Due to his height, he practically loomed over her, though it was less intimidating with the lack of his monstrous features. His trademark bat wings were currently absent, replaced with pierced human ears. And his spikey purple and blue hair had a softer darker look to it.

The only thing that truly stood out were his bright golden eyes that glowed in the dim lights of the rink. Bitterbat wore just enough of a disguise to avoid bringing too much negative attention. However, he did garner the occasional stare.

Moreso for his fashion choices. Specifically his decision to make 99% of his outfits comprised of his girlfriend's wardrobe.

Thankfully, Amara had managed to talk him into wearing one of her larger shirts while preparing for their date. Sadly, large for her was barely a medium for him. The cute puppy face on the front was stretched and a portion of his midriff was revealed.

Ace?

Bitterbat seemed to be lost in his thoughts as he looked Sweetheart over, admiring how she just existed. Amara was very used to this trance of his and called again, this time in a harsh whisper.

"Batty!"

His response was almost immediately, snapping back to attention at his nickname. His human name wasn't said too often, just enough to know that when it was said, it was in reference to him. But unless he was already present in the conversation, it never truly worked out as an attention grabber.

"Hm~? Oh! Sorry Sweet Pea," Bitterbat straightened up as Amara rolled closer to him. "You just look reeaally cute in this lighting."

Amara raises a brow, an amused smile on her face. "The lighting of flickering fluorescent lights from the 80s?"

"Yeah~" Bitterbat responded in a dreamlike tone. His girlfriend merely rolled her eyes at how lovestruck he could be. It was only when he took the hand she had held out to him that he noticed how warm she was. A sign she was flustered even if she was hiding it.

"Mind pulling me out to the rink?"

A wide smile came to Bitterbat's face. An inhuman one that stretched ear-to-ear and revealed his fangs. Another feature of his that he often didn't bother to hide while human.

"Anything for my Queen!" Bitterbat happily proclaimed as he gently pulled up around the wall, swinging her into the rink and into his arms. His blurt had caused a couple glances from the other roller rink patrons and Amara could feel her skin heat up more in his embrace. She was used to Bitterbat's favorite name for her causing some eye rolls but she knew it was much more than just a name. And that he wasn't simply calling her "Queen" it to be, as Val loved to call him, a simp.

And as embarrassing as it was to have it said so loudly, so publicly, she couldn't help but find it utterly adorable. There was the creeping desire to give him a kiss right then and there but Amara shoved the urge down and breathed steady.

"Thank you...," She pulled back some, her hands slipping into Bitterbat's to hold her steady as she put a bit more space between them for the sake of some of the children skating on by.

Eventually, she let him go as she looked around the rink to keep track of which areas were the most congested and where there were less people. The rink was noticeably large, almost overwhelmingly so. It was smack dab in the middle of the capital of the state and one of the city's busiest tourist districts so of course it was designed to be eye catching.

On the outskirts of the rink, there was some light but closer to the middle, it was nearly completely lights out save for the neon and strobe lights and the stage outlined with foam to cushion the occasional run in. Smack dab in the middle were speakers blasting some old hits.

Bitterbat watched, his eyes locked on her face, a smile stuck on his own. He was used to this habit Amara had where she would always do a scan of the area before proceeding to do anything. He figured it was a reflex she had developed over the course of being a hero. A subconscious need to have a head count in case something ever happened.

After seemingly being satisfied with her findings, Amara turned her attention back to her boyfriend.

"Alrighty, lets roll...my King." She winked as she took off.

Bitterbat's eyes widened as his face turned a deep shade of pink. Having not reached too fast a pace yet, Amara could still safely steal a glance over her shoulder to witness the rest of her boyfriend's reaction.

And she looked back right in time to see his ears had poofed, his bat wings returning to their rightful place.

Quickly, Bitterbat clasped his hands on both sides of his head to hide his ears. Thankfully, the constant movement of the rink and the flickering of the lights were enough to keep people distracted, or at least blame whatever they did see on a trick of the lights.

Amara was still surprised at such an extreme reaction, struggling to stifle a giggle as she covered her mouth. Upon gathering himself, Bitterbat's golden eyes locked on target, narrowing as he made eye contact.

A random roller rink goer passed across Amara's vision and within the mere seconds Bitterbat was obscured from her view, he had seemingly vanished.

The smile on her face faltered into a wobbly nervous grin as a shudder ran down her spine. She knew that look he shot her before he disappeared.

It wasn't a look of anger.

It was a look of "I am going to get you".

Within seconds, their position had switched from king and queen to predator and prey.

There was some safety in the fact they were in public as it meant Bitterbat couldn't do anything extreme like he could at home. But this was also Bitterbat.

He was known for being unpredictable.

Especially with her.

Gulping, Amara turned on her heel and sped up to better match the current of the rink. She never felt fear for Bitterbat, it was quite the opposite. But there was a sort of tension in the air and excitement in her veins of locking eyes with the King of Monsters and knowing he was coming for you.

She looked around, trying to catch a glimpse of where her king had gone. There was a child holding on to their dad, a quartet of teens with their arms chain link together as they skated, an old grandpa who was really feelin the vibes, but no Batty to be seen.

Her eyes skipped over a couple of couples also in the rink. She couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. It was small but she wanted to be holding hands and laughing with her own partner. Or spinning around and singing to Whitney Houston over the radio like the two young skaters a couple feet away from her. A thought that was immediately scrapped from her mind as she saw them miss a beat and topple over each other, wiping out on the polished floor. A couple "Ooos" and "Ouches" echoed among the other skaters.

"I want somebody to dance with me but not like that." She winced hissed in sympathetic pain as she turned her gaze away from the scene.

"That's my queue then!"

Amara immediately turned her head forward towards the voice and got a face full of puppy. And puppies. All she managed out was a squeak as she peeked out from Bitterbat's chest to see his wide grinning expression. Due to the darkness of the inner rink, his golden eyes stood out in the darkness. The shifting neon lights helped to blend in the feature.

He was snickering, obviously proud of catching her off guard. She had panicked, worry on her face as her mind flashed back to the fallen pair. She was concerned about sharing the same fate, only for Bitterbat to let her go, opting to skate backwards to face her.

"As much as I'd like to cuddle on the rink, I'd like to avoid us being the second couple they gotta scrape off the floor." He stuck out a purple and forked tongue at Amara who merely looked bewildered at his sudden appearance.

"W-where did you--"

"I was here, I was just outta sight 'til I was ready to pounce~" Bitterbat raised a hand, curling his fingers to mimic claws. Though, it wasn't necessary as he already had his out. A little boy near them seemed entranced with the razor points. A "WHOA-" escaping him as they skated by.

"Alright well, no pouncing in public. We're on a date. And that means," Amara reached out, grabbing Bitterbat's hand. His claws retracted and his mischievous demeanor melted into a look closer resembling a curious kitten. "No more disappearing acts."

A look of guilt immediately came to Bitterbat's face and he quickly locked fingers with Amara, his grip tightening like she'd go poof herself as payback. His eyes got big and shiny, like he was on the verge of bursting into tears.

"Ah, I'm sorry Sweetie Pie! I'll stick right by you!" Now Amara felt guilty. She didn't mean to come off so harsh to him and she had started to open her mouth to correct herself when Bitterbat had suddenly moved again.

He had released her hand, only to grab it at a different angle with his other hand as he twisted to skate next to her, facing forward now. It didn't take much for him to pull her in, her body pressing against his side and he purred. The stage and speakers in the ceiling dulled the sound but she could feel the strong vibrations of his body rocking through hers.

"So good luck running away from me now~"

She knew if it weren't for the constant momentum and the clunkiness of the skates in close proximity, he'd be nuzzling his head against hers. But alas, as she caught a glimpse of the catastrophic couple from earlier limping away from the rink, they both figured this was as safe of intimacy they could get.

Amara just chuckled.

After a few laps around the rink, Amara noticed some people rolling patterns as they went. Most settled for a casual sway from side to side. Bitterbat also noticed, motioning their bodies in a similar fashion.

It was small motion at first, making sure their bodies were synced before they began to swivel like a two-segmented snake, gaining a quick yet still safe speed.

The sudden rush along with the sensation of having Bitterbat tugging her along sent a wave of butterflies through Amara, sending her into a fit of giggles. The sound was music to Bitterbat's ears as his smile widened.

Navigating around the slower skaters, the couple swayed and swerved, lost in the euphoria of the music and each other. Bitterbat made sure to avoid sending them crashing into anyone. For a while, they felt less like they were skating on a packed roller rink in the middle of Decking and more like they were gliding in the air with the sky to themselves.

They've done such a thing numerous times before, and the feeling was both different yet similar. The woosh of the air, the sensation of their fingers locked together, Amara's bright pink glowing eyes looking back up at him.

Bitterbat's eyes widened.

Amara's deep brown hues were pink and her pupils were white, heart-shaped, and glowing. And it was certainly more intense than his own orbs.

Not wanting to disrupt her daze, Bitterbat moved fast to redirect them to a nearby outside wall where he positioned himself in front of her. His larger statue helped to hide her from the view of other skaters but the position made it seem less like protection and more like seduction.

The halt in movement seemed to bring Amara back to the present and she looked up at Bitterbat who was busy scanning her face over.

Amara had her location scanning, Bitterbat had his Sweetheart scanning.

And it seemed like she had passed as he let out a sigh of relief and a laugh.

"You went pink."

Amara's eyes widened and she groaned. Bitterbat's laughter only continued. It wasn't harsh and was rather light, a sign he found her reaction cute.

"Agh, dammit this always happens!" Amara rubbed at her eyes as though to scrub the Beloved hue away from them. It never worked and was just a force of habit that did nothing but make her sore and Bitterbat gently grabbed her wrists. He shook his head as he lowered himself a bit to her eye level, closing some of the distance between them.

Amara raised a brow. She knew pink and dark brown were very easy colors to differentiate and Bitterbat had better eyesight than her. There wasn't a need for him to be right up in her face.

But the second she opened her mouth to ask what he was up to, her lips were covered by his own and a muffled squeak was all she could muster.

It was a quick kiss but just enough that she felt something dart past her lips and run over her tongue and bail out of her mouth.

And when Bitterbat pulled away, Amara could see the forked culprit as it returned to his mouth. A smug grin sat on Bitterbat's face as he ate up her reaction.

"All clear!"

"I swear to god, you are a menace-" Amara did her best to sound mad but she couldn't hold in her laughter.

"Hey, you're the one who's in charge of kicking my ass when I am one." Bitterbat winked at her as he straightened back up, his gaze refocusing on her mouth. The smile on his face twitched.

Amara only rolled her eyes as she moved away from the wall with full intentions of rejoining the rink. "Whatever, Batty. I'll kick your ass later on tonight--" Her movement was halted by Bitterbat grabbing her hand.

"Actually, you might wanna go to the bathroom first or you're gonna be kicking my ass a lot sooner than you planned." The corners of Bitterbat's mouth wobbled and Amara squinted in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"Lipstick." Was the Monstrum's quick response. It was obvious he was trying to stifle a laugh.

"Wha-Batty I'm not wearing lipstick." The Beloved's confusion only grew.

"Well you certainly are now!" Bitterbat broke into a fit of giggles. Amara's mouth turned into a solid straight line as her brain cells finally processed Bitterbat's warning.

She rarely wore lipstick but Bitterbat constantly did.

Specifically the kind that left purple prints all over whatever his lips were just on.

And he just kissed her.

Amara simply tightened the grip on his hand, the same he had just grabbed her with, as she redirected herself from the rink towards the bathroom. She shook her head, unable to hide the smile on her face from just how ridiculous a situation this was.

"Oh yeah, I'm definitely getting your ass later on tonight." Amara had been referring to her job as a Hero and he as a Villain.

But due to the vagueness of her statement, Bitterbat seemed to perk up at what was a halfhearted threat. "Well, don't forget you gotta kick it first~"

Amara could only cover her face with her freehand as she tried to hide the pink glow of her eyes again.

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