#groomzilla

[gizkasparadise]

do guk after watching his bride try to bash in her stepmother's head with a decorative vase: girl this does not match my vision board for today

#perfect marriage revenge #he was MANNIFESTING ok #it's HIS day too!! #groomzilla #kdrama

[botslayer]

So the term "Bridezilla" suggests there is a potential male equivalent. Just googled it. "Groomzilla."

You lazy bastards. "Groomera" was right there.

#godzilla #bridezilla #groomzilla #kaiju #giant monsters #gamera #groomera

[constitutionalweasleymonarchy]

AUDREY: Sunday

From the flash fic collection Days That End In Y

prompt: knuckle kiss

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Bill had been appointed to save Percy from himself, and he was a bit too smug in explaining as much.

Percy told him to piss off.

Bill replied, calmly, that if Percy made any attempt to leave the room, Bill would turn him into a hedgehog and might not set him right until well after the ceremony.

Percy pointed out they were all adults here and did Bill really expect him to believe that?

Bill summoned backup.

“Charlie, what’ll we do to Percydear if he doesn’t sit down and shut his gob?”

Charlie’s eyes lit up, and he was far too excited as he repeated Bill’s threat, adding, “Oh, but don’t worry, mate — we’ll give you a little hat, you’ll be so smart.”

Percy sat down.

The terms were excessive, and the rules quite unfair.

Under no circumstances was he to continue his harassment of: the caterer, the florist, the officiant, the musicians, Hermione, Ginny, Mrs. Weasley (this was saying something), or Audrey’s sister.

Percy was then admonished that each time he enquired about preparations, asked Bill to triple-check that he had the rings, or assessed his hair in the mirror again, he’d have to take a shot — and if he wound up incapable of staying upright at his own wedding, he’d have only himself to blame.

So Percy sulked, whilst Bill twirled his wand between his fingers and sipped a glass of whiskey; Percy had hardly touched his own.

“Am I permitted something to read?” he asked sarcastically, ten minutes into this. “Only I’ve already named all fifty-two magical elements in my head, and done all of the Ministers for Magic and the seventy-eight Caveats and Exemptions to Gristlegnash’s Law, and I’m getting a bit bored.”

Bill obliged by picking up a newspaper from the table. But rather than delivering it into Percy’s outstretched hand, he skimmed through and selected one page — which he then tore in half, offering the top half to Percy.

“Really?” Percy stared at the article deemed low-stress enough for him to read (Kneazle Captures Snitch at Tutshill-Appleby Match; No-One Notices for Eight Hours). He tossed it aside as Bill perused the others.

“Can someone at least check that Audrey’s getting on all right?” Percy negotiated.

“Audrey’s fine.”

“How would you know?”

“Because she’s not a nutter like you.”

Percy scowled.

“You know,” said Bill fairly, setting aside the paper, “in the end you’re going to be married and you won’t remember any of” — he waved his hand vaguely — “this shit.”

“I will if it’s cocked up.”

“Hmm. True, I had a few snags at my own wedding — still think about that from time to time.”

Percy crossed his arms and gave no reply; none of the (many, many) logistical horrors he could dream up were any match for ‘Death Eaters invaded my nuptials and then Ron disappeared for half a year.’

Percy was marched in the style of a prisoner to the ceremony spot, Bill’s hand firm on his shoulder and a “Keep walking!” for good measure when Percy tried to turn towards the sound of champagne glasses breaking in the kitchen.

The cake looked a bit unlevel, and the elegant lines of flowers along the aisle had already been disturbed in a few spots, and just as he took his place at the altar he noticed a scuff on the toe of his right shoe.

The music started a minute too early, precipitating an awkward moment of anticipation during which nothing happened. Audrey’s sister started up the aisle smoothing her hair and wiping at a bit of smeared lipstick. The officiant sneezed. Percy looked down at the scuff on his shoe.

Then he looked up — and forgot how to breathe.

Audrey was luminous in a dress that couldn’t seem to decide whether it was ivory or pink or gold, her hair curled and pinned back with so many flowers.

He caught the way she bit her lip, her self-conscious eyes taking in the crowd. She’d wanted the tradition just as much as he did but still didn’t fancy seeing so many people looking at her.

“I’ll just have to look at you, then,” she’d resolved — and that was just what she did, her brow lifting and a slow smile overtaking her when her eyes found his and he held them there.

Beside him, Bill cleared his throat, hand obscuring his mouth as he muttered, “Pick your tongue up off the floor.”

Percy blinked and shut his slack-jawed mouth.

It hadn’t felt real until this moment. Which was strange, considering it also felt like it couldn’t possibly be happening.

It wasn’t just that she was lovely — lace skimming her collarbone and the soft skin of her arms; the drape of her dress just hinting at the shape underneath, one his fingers knew by heart.

It was that she’d said yes, over and over again. She’d said yes at every turn, where the rest of the world had said no, or worse, said nothing at all.

She’d seen everything about him — searing pride, blinding shame, absurd orange hair, scuffed shoes balancing always on a tightrope, fretting just the same whether the ground was two miles or two feet below — the parts of him that were much too much and the parts that weren't nearly enough — the unlikeable bits, maybe even the unlovable ones — and said, Yes, I’ll have it. I’ll have all of it.

Percy had not even realised he’d begun to lean forward, as if drawn by a magnet, until Bill discreetly took hold of the back of his robes and tugged him properly upright again. His face relaxed into an abysmally stupid expression but he was beyond caring. He clung to the way Audrey ducked her head for a second, the way she ran her eyes up him again, the way her lips parted just slightly, as if on the verge of speaking.

Behind their parents, George and Ron pantomimed vomiting at this touching display, and the officiant began speaking as Audrey reached him, but all Percy could think was how badly he wanted to touch her.

When Audrey placed her hands in his, Percy didn’t think twice about planting a kiss on them before the formalities began.

“Hey,” Ron quipped. “That’s against the rules!”

Hermione hushed him, but everyone else chuckled, and Percy smiled more widely than he’d ever done in his life.

Maybe Ron had a point. But so had Bill: Audrey was choosing Percy, and none of the rest of it mattered.

#30 days of percy fluff #percy weasley #groomzilla #I'm trash for grooms seeing their brides for the first time #percy x audrey #audrey weasley #bill weasley #charlie weasley #hp fanfic #percy weasley fanfiction #ronsgirlfriday #days that end in y

[torapologist]

i just think gojo is def a wedding person. finds himself thinking about it every once in a while. he doesn't know can he afford himself the luxury to do so, but still likes it anyway. he would like to wear a white suit, complete with red soles, and maybe even have an outfit change for the dinner. he thinks orchids would be lovely and would prefer a spring wedding outside. he thinks gold and green would be good accent colours and he would like a big dancefloor with live music. chocolate fountain is a must and the five tiered white cake with the happy couple figurines on top. a champagne tower and multiple photographers and the fanciest dishes from the best chefs in the world. thinking about the best man pains him, but he wonders what would his future spouse be like. are they from a culture with different wedding traditions? what if they have imagined something completely different for their wedding? will they be shocked to hear how much thought he put into this? what if they dont want a wedding at all? will that be the thing to break them apart? he thinks that might be thinking too far ahead. for now, he can think about the simpler things, like his side of the seating chart, and how he hopes it doesn't keep going down his every waking day.

#not beta read #i wanted the ending to be much more boom and sad but brain not braining #just #gojo as a groom #groomzilla #i wuv him #satoru gojo #gojo blurb #writing #mine #jjk

[kingsgallavich]

#mickey milkovich #noel fisher #groomzilla

[rooftopgenius]

Why is it never Groomzilla?

First came the pack, then came the hunger; then came the hunger for control & then came the tools for oppression. This was swiftly followed by manufacturing an urgent need for subservience and servitude. The concepts of marriage & family were birthed as a result of this unholy communion! This has been a well documented shift from the standard animal behavior where many apex predators follow a…

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#Fingers in Symphony #Gender stereotypes #Groomzilla #Misogyny #Twitter

[monriatitans]

ARTIST SHOUT-OUT #490

Monday, September 25, 2023

"Victoria" by Nadezhda Semenova

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[mattzerella-sticks]

You know when Buck gets married he's going to be an absolute groomzilla. Imagine this but in a tuxedo:

#911 on abc #9-1-1 on abc #911 abc #evan 'buck' buckley #clipboard buck #and i say it with love because the groomzilla buck episode will be one of thee funniest eps of the show #starting in media res at the point where everyone wants to kill him #bobby or whoever he's marrying - eddie - having to talk him down and apologize

[momos-servants]

If you think Zukka got married and Sokka ISNT the bridezilla then you are WRONG

#I wanted to say groomzilla but bridezilla sounds cooler #zukka

[captain-hen]

chimney finds out that buck and tommy are dating and he's fully supportive and thrilled right up to the moment he realizes he has to change the guest list for the wedding because buck is now bringing a plus one

#from what i understand americans are sensitive about this sjskkdd #let him go full groomzilla it would be hilarious #neethu speaks

[hehehereliesmysanity]

this is probably my proudest piece of writing and i am saying that almost unironically. 💅

go to ao3 to read more. insta posts are on ch2-ch3

#young royals #wilmon #young royals fic #yr fanfic #wilmon fic #yr insta au #wilmon wedding au #groomzilla wille au

[here-comes-the-moose]

This came to me:

The reason for Crowley’s screaming, lightning moment in the trailer was because he was having a groomzilla freak-out after their wedding venue messed up their centerpiece order.

#he was very upset about his roses being replaced with peonies #groomzilla crowley #honestly both of them have the potential to be groomzillas but in different ways #crowley #good omens #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Groomzilla | Yandere Vil Schoenheit x Fem Reader

Oftentimes growing up you were lovingly called a control freak and in all honesty you probably were. That feature did seem to null a bit when you were brought to Twisted Wonderland and any kind of control you had was absolutely taken away from you as you tried to make due with your situation. 

Through all the chaos you met the love of your life: Vil Schoenheit. The first time you met him he was just a pretty face under a hood in an unfamiliar place. Now ten years later from your unexpected arrival at Night Raven you two are tying the knot. Having maintained close relationships with the friends you made at the college, Vil was always present. Even when you eventually made the decision to leave Ramshackle full-well knowing you may never return home he was there. When you were just starting to look for work for a non-magical person, he was there. And when you finally were settled he still stuck around practically screaming at you to go ahead and date him. From there it was history. 

“NO!!! YOU IDIOTS!!!! BABIES' BREATH WILL KILL US DO YOU WANT TO BE A MURDERER!”

“But it only causes slight irritation to the ski-”

“ARE YOU HEARING YOURSELF!?!?!?! YOU ABSOLUTE IMBECILE.”

You quietly sipped your tea as your supermodel fiance yelled at the wedding florists. This was the sixth time he had instigated a onesided screaming match synonymous with those bridezilla freak-outs you used to watch. Before you came to this world you were sure if you should ever be married you would be the bridezilla. Not in this case. 

“I’LL WIPE YOUR FACE OFF THE ENDS OF THIS WORLD! NOT EVEN, I’LL WIPE YOUR NAME FROM EXISTENCE–!”

Yeah, you need back up. 

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Thankfully most of the people you wanted on call were in positions to take at least a couple of times off work. 

“Rook it's so good to see you, again!” 

“Madame filou du Poison, same here!”

Exchanging the customary kisses you pulled away.

“What's with the nickname change?”

“Naturally you’ve inherited the position as his queen of poisons.”

“Oh Rook.”

“You’re making me feel like chopped liver, dear.”

“Da-Crewel!!” 

Hugging him tight recognnizing his cologne and puffy clothes. You were debating with yourself about who you wanted to walk you down the aisle and Crewel was a top runner. Next to Trein and Crowley. The former being someone who’s done this two times before and Crowley being a negligent lazy headmaster who did house you but you were still figuring it out. 

“I trust the showdog is treating you well?”

“Oh he’s perfectly fine to me…”

The two looked worriedly between each other before looking back at you. You sighed looking back to make sure your fiance was still chewing out the poor waiter.

“That's actually why I called you guys in…ah Vil’s great with design and just beauty in general but I think he’s a little stressed out so when he asks for certain things…well-”

*Crash* 

You heard the crying before you felt the waiter run past you and out the door. You turned to see the concerned faces of your help and decided to make your escape. 

“So I leave it to you guys. Oh and for reference I’m rooting for the (specific theme) theme, bye!” You walked past them making your quick escape as you watched your getaway car pull-up. 

“You still haven’t answered the question about who’s walking you down the aisle!” 

You waved to them speeding away as Vil closed in upon them.

“So this is my team. Ugh, you’ll have to do since she’s not here.”

“I’m sure I taught you better manners than that cur. Now behave!”

“Roi du Poison! You look especially cross, how about we talk over coffee.” 

“Coffee…coffee…that BRAINLESS IDIOT MESSED UP MY COFFEE!”

Oh boy aren’t we in for a treat? _____________________________________________________________

“I just had to get away. He's been so touchy since we’ve started actually planning–nope, not that one–I mean before I came here I was worried I’d be the bridezilla–yes, if it comes in a bigger size.”

“Humans like him just don’t–pearls yes or no, ok–handle the future well. Methinks you should really figure out if he’s really ready for this–Yes!!!”

You were dress shopping with your girlfriends and Lilia who oddly enough asked to be a part of it. He said something along the lines of having only sons that weren’t exactly going to settle anytime soon and you found that he was really good at picking dresses out. You took in his advice as you were dressed in one of your options. 

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“..Hey you in here?”

You knocked as you let yourself into the hotel suite Vil was staying in. Frantic and angry texts from your ‘backup’ team told you that he had another freak-out today, one that was leagues worse than what happened before. 

He was lounging in the master bedroom with a face mask and cucumbers on his eyelids. This wasn’t a face mask that he couldn’t speak with but you figured this is his payback for leaving him alone for today. You sat beside him on the bed 

“I know you didn’t like that I left you today..”

“...”

“..but I felt like maybe I was the one stressing you out.” 

You tried to search for a reaction but got nothing so you continued. 

“I just want to know if maybe this is too much for you…maybe we’re not really ready if the future is freaking you out this much…and I’m okay with it it's still early and I’m sure everyone will under-”

“Do you really think that’s why I’m angry?”

He was sitting up, cucumbers off and looking at you with cloudy eyes. You shrugged your shoulders, in turn earning an annoyed huff before he got up to clean his face in the bathroom. 

You followed him as you leaned on the doorway.

“If that’s not it, what is? It's just that you’ve been so out of character and you’ve been treating all the staff pretty horribly–”

“Did you really think I was just doing this because?” Practically scoffing while continuing his routine he looked at you through the mirror while leaning on the sink. “(Y/n) would you seriously believe I wouldn’t want our day to be perfect?! Like I would settle for nothing but perfection on this day?!’

“Well I–”

“And to believe you would want to cancel after all I’ve done to make sure our day is perfect! You think I’m scared of the future!?”

“Then what is the problem, Vil?! If it's not that, then what?! Why have you treated everyone so badly!?”

“Because they're ruining our wedding!? Don’t you want to have the perfect wedding day?!”

“But they're not trying to ruin it. Everyone has simply been trying to help and you’ve just been screaming at everyone like they're trying to kill us!” 

“Well. Maybe. They. Are.”

“...What are you talking about?” 

His face fell and he exhaled with a look of annoyance. Not with you, but with himself as he plopped onto the bed. You joined him, curling yourself onto the bed prepared for the story you knew would be coming.

“A little while back when I first decided I wanted to get a ring for you I was very very careful to not let paparazzi or really anyone know what I was doing there. I thought I had cleared everyone I would be dealing with but apparently someone was still…the first ring was laced with a poison that would have quickly killed you. On top of that there was a tracker in it.” 

You gawked at him before shaking it off. 

“How did you find out?”

Your fiance smirked as he flipped his tied up ponytail, “Rook calls me King of Poisons for a reason.” His tone shifted to the more serious one as he continued. 

“The second incident occurred just before we went to that resort. One of those spoiled potatoes leaked where preciesely you were living at the time. Granted I–ahem my team and I took care of the leak and I’ve been adament about us traveling lately in case anyone actually took them up on it. Now don’t worry I have someone watching your place its–”

He stopped as he felt the warmth and weight of you launching yourself into his arms squeezing him. He held you closer to himself as he felt your fists tighten around his robe. He could feel your lips move against the layer of silk and the vibration of your voice. 

“What did you say?”

You were still so quietly mumbling into his chest, “why did you go through that alone?” Vil immediately was overwhelmed with guilt; the concept was a vow you two had established. Thinking back to the time when he proposed and you then proposed to him getting on your knees as well. 

He promised you that he wouldn’t shoulder his responsibility alone anymore. 

He promised that the two of you would bring one another on every twist and turn that life threw at you two. 

A promise he broke letting himself go through the stress of keeping the both of you alive. You didn’t hold it against him, as you knew this was new for him. To have little to no clue as to what the next obstacle would be, especially when it was trying to kill you. You talked into the night falling asleep cuddled up next to him. 

“Next time let me know…okay?”

“I will. I will (Y/n)...”

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From that point on there was a difference. He was still incredibly intense to staff but he wasn’t sending everyone out crying. He was back to being his poise and proper self as he included you in his system of security. By the time you chose your dress you could recite the name and address of all the people working on your wedding. 

As the fated date grew closer and as Vil began to open up, a cruel reality was revealed to you. The employees or faces that do show up with incriminating backgrounds of course didn’t show up again but on your research you found they didn’t show up anywhere. Deleted social media pages, deleted comments, confidential obituaries were wiped off of the face of the known world. When you brought it up to Vil, he feigned ignorance not bothering to remember ‘the names of rotten potatoes.’ Saddled with a questionable theory you were debating if it was still right to say–

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“ I do!” 

“You may kiss the bride.” The crowd erupted in a series of whoops and hollers as your lips met with your husband. You decided that the worry would be for later and that for now you’d focus on just enjoying the day with the love of your life. The traditions commenced, cutting the cake, and throwing your bouquet; it was as magical as you two had planned it to be. 

Escaping the bustle of the commotion you snuck out of the reception to take a breather at a fountain partially shadowed in darkness illuminated by hanging lights. You were finally able to relax, slouching as you exhaled into the sky.

“I’m glad to find you out here, I wasn’t sure I’d even get to speak to you before the night was up.” 

Coming to sit beside you was your husband, still looking as stylish from the ceremony but in a rougher haze. Holding two drinks he offered one to you that you took a sip of before recalling the taste as an overwhelming sense of ease drifted through your body. 

“Vil–!?” 

He pulled you into him as you swayed looking up at him with as much confusion as you could muster. Holding you close you could feel the vibration of his voice reverberating in your ear as he uttered the incantation. 

“About the ones we found, forget about them, for me Love?”

It was a question…an honest turn of phrase that gave an out to anyone who ever consumed the potion. A choice to obey the suggestion before or to ignore it. You knew its taste and you were faced with a decision to know the real fate of anyone who crossed Vil Schoenheit or to forget. To live in your blissful ignorance as he devoted himself to your protection and happiness. 

“We said never alone again,” you held his painted face as his lips began to tremble.

You stared deep into his violet eyes as you carefully put your drink down to bring his face closer to yours. Practically nose to nose as you both let the inevitable stream of tears slightly smear your makeup. 

“You don’t have to solve this alone, I won’t let you, Vil. Because I love you, I’m not letting you shoulder this alone ever again.”

He sobbed, curling into you as you both held each other into the night with only the stars to witness the true union of (Y/n) (L/n) and Vil Schoenheit. 

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[fitpacs]

“there will be someone else involved” that someone else would actively encourage fit’s groomzilla tendencies don’t fool yourselves into thinking pac would be better. fit is worse to meet with than pac but put them together and you have the Worlds Worst Couple To Wedding Plan For.

fit WILL make sure whatever pac wants at the wedding happens or else the wedding planner is out to get them and ruin the wedding. they try to meet with pac alone for a more rational conversation and is instantly met with “but my fiance is right???”

but the wedding planner will soon find out that pac’s best friend/platonic soulmate is always high as a fucking kite so during the meetings with pac the tea will always taste a little funny but pac becomes much more agreeable to everyone’s suggestions and fit is too whipped to argue otherwise

#aha i love groomzilla fitpac this is my new favourite thing #thank you qsmpblr for indulging me again!

[duskandcobalt]

happy thursday! I missed wip wednesday bc I was busy crying at a concert but here's the teensiest glimpse at the random bits and pieces I jot down in my notes app when inspiration strikes at all the wrong times hehe✨

special shoutout to the man that sat next to me on the train today and almost definitely watched me feverishly write stargirl mating ceremony smut for twenty minutes 👍🏽

okay bye luv u, mean it 💖

#elriel fic #first pic is stargirl which I have renewed interest in as of late so #groomzilla!az incoming #this last chapter is genuinely fan service to myself idk what to tell u #stargirl #WIP Wednesday #but make it Thursday #the rest are for modern au puzzle pieces I think

[kabra-malvada]

Guys please remind me to

NEVER

Accept working for a wedding again, I am so done already and it has only been 3 days 😭

#fucking groomzilla getting to my nerves #I am do anxious I wanna explode 😭😭😭😭 #sthu kabra