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Honeymoon Avenue

Harry Styles x Latina! Reader Masterlist

“Harry.”

Silence.

“Harry.”

More silence.

Y/n rolled her eyes and blew a stray piece of hair out of her face. Straddling Harry’s waist on their shared hotel bed, she shook his shoulders with both hands. “Bubba. Wake. Up.”

“Huh? Oh hi.” Harry slowly blinked his eyes open to find his wife sitting on top of him.

His wife. Even though he had proposed, and even though he was there standing in front of Y/n to put the ring on her finger as they exchanged vows, Harry still couldn’t quite believe that they were married.

Seeing the way she was sitting on him, he grinned, his hands reaching up and underneath her shirt to lazily trace patterns along her back. Harry’s grin deepened when he felt goosebumps rise along her spine.

“We were supposed to go watch the sunrise,” she pouted a while later. She was sitting on top of the ridiculously large marble bathroom counter in their ridiculously large hotel bathroom. Y/n had told Harry multiple times that she was more than comfortable staying somewhere less extravagant, but he insisted, never one to shy away from his love for the finer things in life; that and the hotel they were staying at had a fantastic security team, something Harry was interested when he helped her plan their honeymoon.

Y/n tried to stay on task and remember why she had been trying to wake Harry before the sun rose in the first place, but with the way he was looking at her and how one of his hands took one of hers and brought it to his mouth and began kissing along her palm and down her wrist, she could hardly think straight. She felt herself lean down almost involuntarily, pressing her lips to his. Harry hummed happily as he kissed her, no longer tired or curious as to why Y/n had decided to wake him up when it was still dark outside. He was quick to slip her shirt up and off of her, flipping them over so that she was against the bed and he hovered over her. Y/n whimpered quietly against Harry’s lips as he pushed her deeper against the mattress, his tongue tangling with hers as his hand brought her leg up to wrap around his waist, grinding against her to let her know just how awake he was now.

It was slow, unrushed, Harry and Y/n both too sleepy to do more than hold each other closely and press lazy kisses on lips and warm skin. Y/n gripped his hair, which had grown longer and curlier since the wedding. While they were out, Harry usually wore a ratty cap to tame it, but she loved the length, loved running her fingers through the silky strands.

Harry murmured sweet nothings in Y/n's ear, groaning when she squeezed around him tighter. He swallowed her moans with kisses, nibbling gently on her bottom lip until she fell apart beneath him.

Harry stepped out from behind the foggy glass shower doors, a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair extra curly from the steam. “I’m sorry. Tomorrow maybe?”

“I doubt it,” she huffed. “We’ll just end up back where we started this morning.”

“Is that such a bad thing?” Harry asked her, leaning both of his hands on either side of her. “You.” A kiss to her jaw. “Me.” Her cheekbone. “Hours and hours to ourselves with absolutely nowhere else to be.” He kissed her lips this time, and he could taste the minty flavor of her toothpaste on her tongue.

Y/n brought her hands up to wrap around Harry’s neck and pull him even closer, her calves brushing the spot where towel met skin on Harry’s waist as she circled them around his middle. She felt his hands move underneath her coverup, cold to the touch from leaning against the marble countertop. Her feet began to push his towel down, but Harry pulled away from her with a final kiss before she got the chance.

“Now, I know I’m absolutely irresistible, but I’ve made plans for us this afternoon,” Harry said, helping Y/n off the counter. Her mouth widened in surprise, but Harry just kissed the top of her head and left the bathroom to get ready for their day. “And make sure you wear something you feel comfortable hiking in,” he said over his shoulder.

She shook her head in disbelief at his antics, though this far into her relationship with Harry, Y/n supposed she shouldn’t have underestimated his playful side.

“What? You mean you couldn’t find someone to carry us on gold couches wherever we’re going?” she asked him teasingly as she followed Harry into the main area of their suite.

He turned towards her, a light blue t-shirt fisted in his hands. “Well, I tried, but they were all booked up.”

About twenty minutes later, the newlyweds were out the door and ready to start their day. They waited outside for the car Harry had rented to come around, Harry holding Y/n close to his chest, moving her braids aside so he could kiss the side of her neck. She didn’t say anything at first, too wrapped up in his touch to remember they were out in the open and not hidden away on a secluded beach or back in their suite.

“People could see us, bubba” she mumbled quietly under her breath.

He only stopped to kiss her cheek and whisper in her ear. “Let them.”

Y/n swiftly turned around in their small bubble so that they were facing each other. Harry didn’t hesitate to kiss her on the lips, and on instinct, she threaded her fingers through his hair to pull him closer.

“I don’t want to be one of those couples,” she told him when she finally came to her senses enough to lean back from him.

“What do you mean?”

“You know, all over each other and throwing what they have in other people’s faces. You know that.” What she didn’t have to say was that she also didn’t love having their more intimate moments captured on camera because she knew he felt the same way; though obviously he felt different about it today. It made Y/n feel like it wasn’t just the two of them in their relationship, like she was sharing that side of Harry with the rest of the world. They could have his music and his charisma and his charm, but there were some parts of him that she selfishly wanted all to herself.

And it was embarrassing to be sent pictures of her and Harry making out on the beach back home by one of her family members.

“I know, and I’m sorry,” Harry said, kissing the tip of her nose. “I just love you too much, I think.”

She heard a car pull up behind them and turned around, her hands still on either side of his face. “Come on, our ride is here.” Taking her hand in his, they walked the few steps to the car, Harry opening the door for Y/n. She didn’t react, but only because he’d been doing it every day since they got here.

Y/n grinned as her heart melted into a puddle at her feet. The rest of the world be damned, she thought. Throwing her arms around him, she kissed him, reaching up on her toes and holding his face in her hands. Pulling away, she kissed all over Harry’s face, grinning when he began to blush.

Here being Fiji. It had taken a while for the two of them to settle on somewhere both of them wanted to go. Harry wanted their honeymoon to be relaxing and full of spending nearly every moment in their bed. “We can do that anywhere,” Y/n told him when he kept showing her secluded islands that only had white sand as far as the eye could see.

“Oh we can?” Harry had asked her, wiggling his eyebrows and suddenly ready to turn in for the night.

“Don’t give me that look, I just meant that we should have a little adventure too.”

“We can be adventurous,” He’d said, but she just smacked his chest in reply.

“Focus. We need to get this done before it’s too late.”

Harry eventually sat back in his seat instead of practically sitting in hers at the kitchen table. He knew Y/n was organized and liked to do things as efficiently as possible. He had the urge to tell her that wherever they looked, someone would always make a space for them if his name was on the booking, but he liked watching her comb through various websites and trying to find the best place that had what both of them wanted, so he let her do her research and gave his opinion when she asked for it.

So now they were in Fiji, on their way to hike up to some waterfall.

This particular activity Harry had looked up all on his own. Well, it was more like a friend of his mentioned it when Harry said that’s where he and Y/n were going for their honeymoon, and from there he tried to figure out more, thinking she would love it. He never actually told her where they were going today, but she was always up for doing something outside the confines of their hotel—sailing, surfing, dancing in nightclubs (though Harry had to admit he liked that one too). He enjoyed all of them, really, but it was like Y/n was constantly full of energy; he was always tugging on her hand and pulling her back into bed or to his towel on the beach. He was surprised she hadn’t tried to go for a run while they’d been here, but he was happy to wake up next to her every morning all the same.

“I can feel you staring at my ass, bubba” she called over her shoulder.

Harry walked behind Y/n as they continued up the trail together, admiring her behind the dark shades of his sunglasses. She was quiet for most of their hike up to the waterfall, except for the few times she asked where they were going or what he was up to, finally having given up twenty minutes ago when Harry just kept grinning and shook his head.

Harry’s face split into a grin as he took a few more strides to take her hand in his. “I wasn’t.”

He was a terrible liar, they both knew that, and his cheeky little smile did nothing to help his case. “You were, but that’s okay,” she told him, raising a hand to her face to shield herself from the sun. She was wearing sunglasses, a gift from Harry once he realized she was constantly using her hand to keep the sun out of her eyes, but it seemed like the habit stuck.

They walked some more, talking about random things as they took in everything around them. Y/n was surprised that Harry had a day planned for them outdoors. Not that he wasn’t the outdoorsy type—they’d gone on all sorts of adventures together when their schedules allowed it—but he had been so adamant that this trip was about relaxing and staying in bed for as long as possible and trips to the spa (together of course). When they came to their destination, though, she saw why Harry would’ve wanted to come up here.

“I wasn’t,” Harry insisted, but Y/n only shook her head, amused by his refusal to admit when he checked her out, having done it often enough that they’d had similar conversations before. Since they'd gotten together, he openly admired Y/n, something that had earned him relentless teasing from friends for years.

But this wasn't the same, not really. He was just admiring her in general, stunned into silence by the fact that someone as kind and beautiful as she was his wife. But Harry would never admit that so easily, not if he wanted to avoid being relentlessly teased by his wife for being so thoughtful and romantic. She would call it cheesy, but he always thought he was charming, endearing.

“Oh, Harry,” she breathed, her eyes taking in the huge waterfall in front of her. Y/n had heard the water crashing into the large pool before they’d reached it, but seeing it all up close made her stop.

“You like it?” Harry asked, watching her reaction. She would tell him that he should be looking at what he’d obviously brought them up here for, and she would definitely punch his shoulder for saying this out loud, but he thought she was a much more incredible sight to behold.

Y/n nodded, her eyes quickly darting from the top of the waterfall to where it ended in a pool of crystal clear water. “Is it—”

“Safe to swim in? Yes. Wouldn’t have brought you here if it wasn’t. Come on,” he told her, nudging her arm a bit to get her moving again. She blinked out of her momentary daze and began to shed her clothes like Harry had.

Before he could slip off his shoes, Y/n pulled Harry down to her lips. She pulled away from him almost as fast as she had kissed him. “Race you to the waterfall,” she said quickly before taking off toward the edge of the pool.

It took Harry hearing the sound of Y/n's splash in the water to get Harry moving. Slipping off his shoes, he raced after her, his jump into the pool not quite as gracefully as she probably did. It wasn’t a long swim, but she still beat Harry, waiting for him on the other side of the waterfall with a victorious grin. He swam the last few feet to where she seemed to be sitting on a large boulder. It was shallower on the other side, just enough for Harry to stand comfortably and hold Y/n when he pulled her off her perch.

“I won,” she said proudly. It was loud with all the water crashing into the pool, but she was close enough for him to hear her gloat.

“You did,” he replied, but from where Harry stood, he thought he was the one that had won.

He kissed her then, something he never got tired of doing. Her lips were cold and wet against his own from their swim, but holding her like this made Harry feel like he had been set on fire. He involuntarily shuffled them so that Y/n was pinned against the boulder she’d been sitting on. She whimpered from the cool surface making contact with her back, feeling both hot and cold at the same time as Harry followed a single droplet of water that fell down her neck with his lips and tongue.

Harry’s hands traveled from where they had been cupping either side of her face to her back, pulling at the strings of her swimsuit until they came loose, then doing the same with the tie at her neck.

Removing her arms from around his neck she covered herself, feeling self-conscious even though no one was around to see her now bare chest. Harry tried to carefully pry her arms away, but Y/n shook her head, refusing to uncross them.

“What are you doing—Hey I’m gonna need that!” A nervous giggle bubbled up and out of Y/n as Harry waved her bikini in her face and tossed it behind him, mumbling don’t need this as he threw it over his shoulder and it landed in the water with a resounding slap!

“Oh, she’s shy now,” Harry joked, gently removing a strand of wet hair from her cheek. “Come on darling,” he said, trying to coax his wife back out of the shell she’d hidden inside, kissing her on the tip of her nose. “There isn’t another soul for miles. It’s just you and me.”

She knew that, but she still couldn’t shake the nervousness that overcame her just then go away, the mere thought of someone other than Harry seeing her so exposed a little frightening.

Harry pressed a feather-light kiss to her cheek, then the other, and then both sides of her jaw, peppering her face until he was a hair’s breadth away from her lips. He hovered there for a moment, looking at Y/n with a question in his eyes. He could tell she was opening up, the grip her arms had around her body wasn’t so tight anymore.

“You know,” Harry said, letting go of her for a second to locate the top half of her swimsuit. “It’s always been a dream of mine to have sex under a waterfall.”

Y/n couldn’t help but laugh at that admission, mostly because she knew it wasn’t the slightest bit true. Still, she felt the smallest kernel of excitement unfurl inside her. “Since when?”

“Mm...Since about an hour ago,” he replied as he swam back over to her. Harry held out her bikini top, an obnoxious hot pink thing she’d gotten as a joke but seemed to be one of Harry’s favorites while they were on their honeymoon; it was part of the reason she was surprised when he threw it away from them so carelessly.

She scoffed but didn’t immediately take the top back. She knew he was giving her a choice, one that he wouldn’t object to or make a fuss about if she decided to quit while they were ahead.

Still going one hand across her chest, Y/n reached out and took her bikini back from Harry. He wasn’t disappointed, just swam closer to her so he could kiss her again. His interest piqued though when she took the top and set it on the boulder behind her and pulled him closer so that their chests were touching.

“Really?” Harry asked, trying to contain his budding excitement. He’d kind of meant it as a joke but now he really wanted to. Still, even if they were married and had been together a few years prior, he never wanted to make Y/n do something she wasn’t one hundred percent comfortable with.

She nodded, pulling the hair ties from her braids and uncoiling her hair. “It’s just you and me right?”

“Just you and me,” he told her, pulling her legs back around his waist, his thumbs rubbing circles into her hips next to the fabric of her swimsuit bottoms.

“Then let’s make your dreams come true, shall we?” She asked, then promptly pulled him in for a searing kiss.

Harry didn’t have time to respond, but he would make sure she knew that she had pretty much made every single one of his dreams a reality.

*.*

“Are you going to ignore me all day?”

“Maybe.”

“Are you going to ignore me forever?”

“...No.”

Harry settled down next to where Y/n was lying down on a towel, her face hidden in her arms. To the untrained eye, she was merely suntanning, maybe even sleeping, but Harry knew better. His wife hadn’t spoken a word to him since they’d left the waterfall, only giving him hums or grunts when he asked her a question about whether she was hungry or how they wanted to spend the rest of their day. He was a little embarrassed too, but he was mostly amused by the whole situation.

He rolled onto his stomach and rested his head in his arms so that he was facing his wife. “It wasn’t that bad.”

Y/n turned her head to face him. “‘It’s just you and me,’ he said. ‘Make my dreams come true, baby,’ he said.” She turned her head back around.

“I did not say that,” Harry said, trying to hide his laugh. “Nobody saw anything, I promise.”

“Harry, it was a whole family!” Y/n whisper-shouted at him. “I was topless, I was in a pool under a waterfall, and a whole family swam right over to us.”

He bit his lip, not knowing what else to say. He rested a hand on her back, the strings of her swimsuit now tightly secured around her back and neck. Harry felt a little relieved when she didn’t flinch or shake off his touch, and he began to rub soothing circles into her skin.

Y/n was right, a family had walked, or swam, in their case, in on them. Her entire body went red as she darted away from where Harry had her pinned against that boulder and ducked underwater. Harry quickly shimmied back into his swim trunks and grabbed her bikini from where it was sitting on the boulder like a bright pink signal that told the world what they had been doing. When she came back up, she only raised her head above the water, but Harry could tell her arms were back around her chest again. He tossed Y/n her swimsuit, and she turned around for him to help her tie it.

“I—It came loose,” she had stuttered when the mother gave a curious look in their direction. She, along with what Harry and Y/n assumed was her husband and two young boys, were behind the waterfall and playing around it, the father pointing out different things to them, perhaps distracting his sons while Y/n situated herself. The mother didn’t say anything, but she didn’t look entirely convinced, which made Y/n flush even more, but they didn’t stick around to talk to her, or any other members of her family. She and Harry didn’t say anything as they made the swim of shame back to where their clothes were, and she hadn’t spoken to Harry since.

So now they were back at the beach that stretched along the length of the hotel they were staying at, Y/n trying to sleep and forget while Harry tried to find ways to make her feel better. “Will it make you feel better if I told you you’ll never see them ever again?” He asked her, but she only groaned into the crook of her arm. Rolling his eyes at her childish behavior, he moved even closer to her.

“Hey.”

More groaning.

“Y/nnn,” Harry sing-songed, poking her in the arm.

“What?” She asked, but it sounded more like a whine.

He grinned, even though she couldn’t see it. “I love you.”

“Hmm.”

Harry gasped dramatically in disbelief. “Say it back!”

Y/n didn’t respond at all this time, just shuffled a little farther away from him on her towel. Harry sat up and rolled her over, placing both hands on either side of her head. She studied his face for a moment, noting the new freckles that appeared on his face from spending so much time in the sun, and a tan that complimented his green eyes and gave some of her siblings a run for their money.

“Yes?” she asked, pretending not to know what he wanted.

Harry frowned at her, but it was playful, the corners of his mouth wanting to break out into a grin instead. “You have to say it back.”

“Or what?” Y/n knew that Harry wasn’t at fault for what happened at the waterfall, and now that she’d pouted long enough, she was ready to resume their trip.

“Or...I’ll just have to kiss you,” he said finally.

She gave him a funny look. “That’s not exactly a threat.”

Harry grinned mischievously, and Y/n suddenly wished she hadn’t said anything at all. “Guess I’ll just have to do this then,” he said before flattening himself on top of her. She let out a muffled oof as Harry put all his weight on her, nearly covering her entire body.

“Oh my God, Harry,” Y/n wheezed, trying and failing to push him off. “It is too hot outside for this.”

His hair, curlier now from the heat and their swim earlier, tickled her nose as he nestled against her, apparently having no plans to move anytime soon. Sighing, Y/n started to run a hand through his hair, unable to help her small grin when she felt Harry relax against her. “I love you too,” she whispered into his hair when he eventually fell asleep. She let him sleep on top of her for a little bit, but eventually the late afternoon sun and his body heat became entirely too much and she had to get out from underneath him.

After minutes of carefully peeling Harry off of her, Y/n got up and walked over to the hotel bar that had been set up on the beach. She sat down and ordered a margarita, her eyes widening when two were set in front of her. The bartender pointed to the sign behind her that Y/n had apparently missed. Happy Hour, it read. Two For One Special.

Well, she thought. Why not? She began sipping on the first margarita and chatting with the bartender whenever she wasn’t serving other patrons. The longer she sat there, the more Y/n forgot about the embarrassing slip-up at the waterfall, her mind feeling light and breezy, not a care in the world could reach her as she started in on margarita number four.

“They want to buy you a drink,” Farrah, her bartender, said, pointing to two men a few seats down from where Y/n was.

She looked over at the men in question. They were okay looking, she supposed, very red from not wearing enough sunscreen, but decent looking. Both of them smiled and waved at her, and she did the same, too polite for her own good. Y/n turned back to Farrah and quietly told her no. Farrah winked at her and left to go tell them.

“What is it with this bathing suit? Fucking magic or some shit,” she mumbled to herself, looking down at the cursed thing.

“I, for one, think you look hot.”

Y/n got excited for a moment, but then she heard the voice and the rest of what the person said. Harry never called her hot; he might think it, but his compliments were always more endearing and well thought out. And this person’s voice was definitely not her husband’s.

Looking up she saw the two guys took her rejection as an invitation to come closer. She shot a look at Farrah, feeling betrayed by the kind bartender, but she gave Y/n an apologetic look and shook her head. Guess they hadn’t heeded either of their warnings then.

Y/n played with the ring on her left hand, a habit she had picked up since Harry had proposed. She was too drunk for this. “I—”

She was cut off by the same guy who’d called her hot, asking her all sorts of questions about what she was doing here and why she was all alone.

“Um, I—”

“Are you here with your sorority or something?” The second guy asked.

Sorority? I’m twenty-eight. Y/n looked toward Farrah again, wanting to leave but not without paying her bill. The bartender met her eyes and gave her a shooing motion, letting her know that they would deal with it later.

“Uh…No entiendo” she said in a last-ditch effort to get rid of them. But it seemed like her attempts were in vain, their eyes widening and interest sparking even more.

Ready to bullshit her way through lies and excuses in Spanish, Y/n stood up, stumbling a bit. Not from the alcohol, but because these two men—she didn’t even know their names—were standing too close. Before she could fall on her ass, a hand was on her arm to steady her. She was about to turn around and give this person a piece of her mind, becoming more and more impatient with strangers coming up to her. But Y/n caught a glimpse of the hand that was still wrapped around her arm, spotting a ring on this person’s hand. She knew that ring, she’d helped pick out that ring.

Feeling a sense of relief and giddiness wash over her, she turned around to see Harry. His hair was a little mussed on one side from how he’d been sleeping, and there were grains of sand dotting his cheeks and eyebrows, but in that moment Y/n thought he’d never looked better. On instinct, she latched onto her husband, his skin still warm, and perhaps a little red, from laying in the sun for so long.

Harry wrapped his arms around her immediately, goosebumps prickling his skin when she pressed a tiny kiss to his chest.

He’d woken up a little disoriented, distinctly remembering that Y/n was there when he fell asleep. He walked around aimlessly for a bit, looking up and down the long stretch of coast trying to see where his wife had run off to, occasionally getting stopped for a picture as he went.

To say he was surprised to see her sitting at the hotel bar with two men talking to her was an understatement. It’s not that he didn’t trust his wife, he knew they only had eyes for each other, but something about seeing those guys trying to make a move on her while she most likely tried to rebuff them in the nicest way possible made Harry’s blood boil.

In her current state, Y/n just barely caught the way Harry’s face had become very stoic, or the way Farrah and the two guys that came up to her seemed to recognize who she was with. She smiled dreamily up at him and hugged him tight. “You made it. I was just thinking about you.”

Harry’s glare softened at the slight slurring in his wife's voice, his eyebrows raising as she kissed his chest again and her thumbs rubbed circles into his sides. “Starting without me, I see,” he said, trying not to sound pissed off at the two guys for her sake. “Are you going to introduce me to your friends?”

Y/n shot him a knowing look. Maybe she’s more sober than I thought, Harry thought to himself. She shrugged. “These are the men who came up to me at the bar. Men who came up to me at the bar, meet my husband. He’s, like, an indie singer. Really small stuff, so you probably haven’t heard of him, but I think he’s pretty good.”

She heard Farrah snort from behind the bar at her answer, not having expected a response like that. Y/n turned toward Harry, who looked amused but not surprised at how she introduced him, and Farrah assumed that this wasn’t the first time Y/n had said something like this.

“Can we go, bubba?” she asked, looking down at her swimsuit. “With great power comes great responsibility, and I’m not feeling very responsible at the moment.”

“Of course, lovie,” he said as he kissed her temple, trying not to laugh at her nonsensical words. Harry had no idea what his wife was talking about, but that’s why he’d come looking for her anyway.

He reached down to take her hand, but Y/n had other plans. Harry had about two seconds to catch her as she jumped into his arms and wrapped hers around his neck. He quietly gave his and Y/n's suite number to the bartender who had been watching this whole scene unfold and gave her a sheepish smile as he waved goodbye and Y/n nuzzled Harry’s neck. Hardly even glancing at the two men who had come up to his wife, Harry walked away, Y/n giving them a friendly wave as they got farther and farther away.

“I missed you,” she told Harry. Her lips grazed his ear, but Harry knew it wasn’t intentional.

“Did you? Why’d you leave then?”

They entered the elevator after Harry stopped to pick up their things. He got a couple of odd looks, but Harry didn’t pay them any mind. This wasn’t the first time he’d had to carry Y/n after she’d had more than a few drinks. She had always been the kind of drunk who liked to cuddle and give hugs to whoever was in sight, but over time she only ever wanted Harry when she got like this. He didn’t mind, of course. He felt like it was the only time Y/n ever let him really take care of her; even when she was sick, which wasn’t often, she was constantly evading Harry as he tried to get her back into bed to rest.

“Well, when you decided to sleep on me, it got very hot, so I went to the bar where I met Farrah, and then some guys must’ve realized that I’m really hot because they tried to buy me a drink, but I told them no, but they came over anyway. Like magic, I’m telling you.”

Harry let her ramble while he walked them back to their suite, but his interest piqued at the end. “What is love?”

“What is what?” she asked him, her head tilting to one side.

He laughed and shook his head at her. “You said something was like magic, but you didn’t say what.”

Y/n had to think about it for a moment as Harry set her down on the bed. “Oh, I remember! It was my bathing suit,” she told him, standing up from the bed and taking it off, throwing it behind her. Harry watched amusedly while she wandered around their suite and pulled on a hoodie; his hoodie, he quickly realized. “So many people were staring at it today. You, those two boys at the waterfall, those guys at the bar. Magic, it’s gotta be.”

Harry didn’t bother to change out of his swim trunks as he got into bed with her, Y/n quickly latching onto him again. He wanted to tell her that it wasn’t so much the swimsuit as her in the swimsuit, but she was already onto the next thing.

“What are you up to over there?” he asked her as he felt her kiss the back of his neck.

“I’m just cuddling,” she said simply, her lips moving against his skin.

Harry turned so that they were facing each other, but Y/n only buried her face into the crook of his neck again. “As someone who has been cuddled by you before, I can say with certainty that this isn't always the norm.”

She squeezed him tighter, her fingers finding purchase in his hair. She didn’t answer him at first, and for a moment, Harry thought she wasn’t going to. She leaned back and brought her mouth to his, her lips soft and warm and tasting faintly of tequila.

“I’m kissing all the jealousy away,” she told him when she pulled away, their noses still touching.

“What?” Harry laughed, surprised by her confession.

Y/n leaned even further back and raised an eyebrow at him. “Don’t think I didn’t notice how grumpy you were back there, mister. I’m a little tipsy, not stupid.”

He kissed her cheek, smiling when he felt her grin against his lips.“I was better this time though, wasn’t I?”

“Mm, I would say you’re improving, yes,” Y/n answered.

Harry had a habit of getting jealous every now and again when they went out together. It was mostly because Y/n was too nice and didn’t realize when someone was flirting with her, and she was the kind of person who liked to use touch as a form of expression—hands on the arm, playful shoves to the shoulder. She never meant any harm by it, but Harry couldn’t help but feel a little jealous whenever someone leaned a little too close or tried to buy her a drink. Y/n always kissed his cheek and told him not to worry, trying to wipe the scowl off his face the best she could. He’d gotten better about hiding it over time, but she always seemed to know what Harry was thinking, sometimes before he even thought it.

“So, I was going to suggest drinking all night to forget this afternoon, but you started without me,” Harry said now, brushing a strand of hair out of his wife’s face.

Her eyes went round with excitement. “Oh, can we, bubba? Please?”

“Look where we are, lovie,” Harry replied, looking at the way they were cuddled up on the hotel bed. “Do you really want to get up right now?”

Y/n nodded, already starting to sit up and pulling Harry up with her. “Yes. I know how much you love to dance with me,” she said, smiling a little.

Getting up from the bed, she started rummaging around through her husband’s things to find something for him to wear. She walked back to where Harry was still sitting on the bed and handed him a button-up and a pair of shorts. “Unless you’re still recovering from the wedding and are using me as an excuse?”

Harry stared at his wife for a moment before rolling his eyes and taking the clothes in her hands. He wanted to argue with her about their wedding night, but she was kind of right, having taken one too many shots with her brothers and not quite ready to relive it. “Alright, you win. What’s the second shirt for?”

Y/n looked down at the shirt in her hands, then back to Harry. “We’re going to match, obviously.”

“Obviously.”

So Harry and Y/n went to some club that night, each dressed in one of his patterned Hawaiian shirts and ready to dance the night away. Hers pretty much covered her shorts and fell to one side to expose one shoulder, but she walked hand in hand with her husband like she was strutting down a runway. They looked a little silly, but neither of them cared one bit, the only thing on their minds was each other and the life spent together ahead of them.

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ashwhowrites · 6 months

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Could I request angst #1 with Eddie please❤️ RIP my heart out but maybe happy ending?

What’s the point of trying if it just proves that I’ll never be good enough?

I hope this is enough angst for you!! And I hope it does rip your heart out. I tried my best <3 thank you for requesting

Good enough?

Eddie liked to give off the vibe that he was confident. That every negative comment thrown his way did nothing to affect him. He walked with his head high, danger in his eyes, and a fence around his heart. He's been burned too many times, so he didn't care to let anyone in. The people in his life all walked out on him, and he started to believe the common factor was him.

He planned to graduate and get the hell out of Hawkins. The only person he'd leave behind was Wayne, but even then, he wasn't around much. Eddie didn't spend his free time with anyone, just scrapping for money. A jar packed with every dollar he made, his ticket to get out. He's been saving for years, over hundreds of money.

He lived behind a wall, and he was scared to let anyone get too close to it. Because if they did, they'd see his right through it. His walls are made of glass, one shattering away from collapsing.

At the end of the day, he was lonely. And being lonely made him make stupid decisions, like falling in love.

~~~

Y/N was new to the school and to Hawkins. She looked lost and small, but gorgeous. A kind of gorgeous that Eddie couldn't take his eyes off of her. He kept staring, trying to see if she was real or a dream. She wore comfy clothes, nothing over the top for her first day in a new school. Which told Eddie she didn't feel the need to impress anyone. But, he kept walking by.

He saw her every day and every second. It was like she spawned right in front of him, no matter where he went. He couldn't escape from her.

And he never did escape from her. Her warm touch landed on his shoulder, and his body tingled in ways he never felt before. Her sweet voice complimented his shirt, and it stayed in his head. He tried to be polite, smile, and walk off. But then she followed, her number on a piece of paper. He planned to throw it away, he knew someone new wouldn't change anything.

But in a moment of weakness, he called her.

~~~

Two years passed, and they lived in a small trailer together. Their diplomas side by side on the wall. A reminder of where they met and the only achievement Eddie could hang up.

She lived behind the glass walls with him. He cut out a door for her to slip through, her gentle body squeezing in. The glass stood tall, touches of them on the walls to remind him he wasn't stuck in there alone.

He thought she'd leave a long time ago, but here she was, twirling around in his arms in her white dress. The biggest smile he's ever felt across his lips. Their wedding was a tiny dance in their kitchen. Neither had a family to share the memory with. Wayne got a job and left Eddie behind. But Eddie was okay with it, now he had a wife to lie side by side with.

Eddie didn't know how to be a husband, and she didn't know how to be a wife. Both learn together with training wheels. But Eddie has never found himself happier. He still had his dream of leaving, which she supported. They'd run off together and Eddie would get his dream of being a rockstar.

~~~

Time flew, and before Eddie knew it, they were celebrating their third wedding anniversary.

Eddie was running a tad late to the house, stopping by the store to get flowers. He was buzzing with excitement. They saved enough to leave Hawkins forever, and he planned to share that news tonight.

Eddie drove home, a smile on his face as he passed the familiar streets.

The tiny restaurant he proposed at, he remembered how scared he was.

Eddie couldn't eat any of the food, the box in his pocket rubbing against his thigh. His nerves swimming in his stomach, he felt like everything he ever ate was going to come back up. She watched him worriedly as she sipped her wine. Her warm hand clenched his as she asked if he was alright. He smiled and said he was fine.

The sweat on his hairline as he took a deep breath. He reached into his pocket and slid off his chair. Dropping to his knee in front of her, kissing her left hand as he held it. He remembered the shocked look on her face, the tears that slid down her cheeks. The way he choked out the words through his own tears. "I've never had a home, just a roof over my head. I've never had love, just a piece of paper saying I was Wayne's. But now I found home and love in the same place. You are my home, and I learned what love felt like because of you. You are the only person in my life that hasn't left me behind. And I want you forever, us forever, and a home forever. I promise I'll give you a home, family, and the love you showed me."

Eddie wiped a silent tear that fell down his cheek, he smiled at the memory and kept driving. A few blocks down he saw the light post, a sting in his heart.

It was a stormy night, the rain poured and thunder cracked throughout the silence. He was running down the street, praying the rain covered his tears, and the thunder blocked out his sobs. Her feet pounding behind him, racing to catch up with him. Her hand reached out and grabbed his jacket.

"TALK TO ME!" she pleaded, her own tears flying down her face as she turned Eddie around. His eyes closed as he refused to look at her. He wanted to run away from the fight and hide from the consequences.

"Baby, please? It's me" She tried again. She wrapped her arms around him, their soaked clothes sticking to each other as he broke down in her arms. His legs gave out as dropped to his knees, and she sank down with him. Her touch never left his as she tangled her hand in his wet curls.

"Just please don't leave me. You are all I have. I know I fuck up a lot, I know I'm a mess and make it impossible to love me. Please don't give up on me."

"Oh Eddie, I'll never leave you. I love you so much, and we all make mistakes. You are my mess, and you are the only mess I'd ever want. I'd never give up on you, okay? I'm always going to love you."

Eddie kept on driving, his mind busy with the memories of her. He pulled into the driveway, a smile on his face as he held the flowers. He turned his key, walking into the house. He could smell the dinner on the stove, the soft music playing through the radio, but no sight of his wife. Eddie hummed as he put the flowers in a vase, setting it on the table.

"BABE?" Eddie yelled, he checked on the dinner before moving around the house. He wasn't sure where she was.

He headed to the bedroom, calling her again as he opened the door.

And there she was,

Standing in tight lingerie, red and black lace covering her chest and cunt. The rest of her skin showed off by the mesh. Her hair curled and messy, red lips smeared, and eyeliner sharp. Eddie thought his wife looked beautiful.

"I can explain!" She rushed out, Eddie's eyes moved away from her and settled on the man behind her.

Eddie felt his heart being torn into a thousand pieces. She reached out to him, her ring still on her finger. Eddie backed away, ignoring the hurt on her face as he tried to find the words. Eddie recognized the man, it was Y/N's boss. He couldn't say a word as her boss quickly ran out of the house.

"I'm so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you." Y/N cried, the tears already falling as she grabbed Eddie's hand. But it was like her touch set him off. Yanked him back down to reality.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?" he screamed, not a single part of him felt guilty as she jumped back. Her hands back to her own space as she nervously chewed on her nail.

"Please I can explain!"

"Explain what? I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING! I GAVE YOU FUCKING EVERY SINGLE THING I HAD!" Eddie screamed.

He's been burned so many times.

He's been left by so many people.

Just as he expected, the glass house shattered and he was cut by the shreds.

"How could you do this to me? In our bed? In our house? On our fucking anniversary?" Eddie was shooting off questions, and she didn't have any answers. She sobbed as he watched. He didn't know how to feel. It was like he didn't feel anything but anger.

He felt like he should be sad, and heartbroken. But he felt fire in his veins and wanted to hurt her way worse than she hurt him.

"I don't know! But Eddie, please. I'm so sorry, you have to believe me!" She pleaded, but Eddie wasn't having any of it.

"Believe you?" he scoffed, "BELIEVE YOU?" he repeated. "I SPENT ALL THESE YEARS BELIEVING YOU! WHEN YOU SAID YOU LOVE ME, WHEN YOU MARRIED ME, WHEN YOU PROMISED NEVER TO LEAVE OR HURT ME. ALL I DID WAS BELIEVE YOU. I should have known you were just like everyone else. What happened to you? What changed?" Eddie asked, he refused to let himself cry in front of her about it. He spent years refusing to cry over everything, but what was he supposed to do when his everything made him feel like nothing.

"I was unhappy with you, and I was stupid. It happened once then again and again. I know it doesn't make anything better, but he was never supposed to be here."

"Oh well thank you for that! I am so glad that you had the heart to cheat everywhere but our house." Eddie mocked, rolling his eyes.

"How were you unhappy? I did everything you wanted. I mean FUCK! WE STAYED HERE BECAUSE YOU WANTED TO. WE BOUGHT THIS HOUSE BECAUSE YOU WANTED IT. WE HAD THE WEDDING YOU WANTED. We were meant to leave Hawkins behind, and you told me you wanted to stay, and I did for you." Has Eddie explained everything more things were clicking in his head.

"When did you two start?" he asked, his eyes in slits as he glared over at her.

"I don't know. But it's the past! Please we can fix this. We can fix our marriage and have the family we always wanted. Please don't give up on us. Let me fix this." She cried as she clung to his arms desperately. Eddie could see the regret in her eyes, but he couldn't trust her.

"What’s the point of trying if it just proves that I’ll never be good enough? I've been trying ever since we met. I'm done trying because look where it got me. I gave up my dream in music just so you could stay here and why? For him? Because you picked that he was more important than my dream?"

"I didn't pick between you!" She tried to defend but Eddie just couldn't hold it in.

"YOU ALREADY PICKED HIM! You picked him the second you decided you wanted to stay here. We had a chance to run away like we always dreamed about. Then you changed your mind. You begged me to have our family here. But that's what you truly meant was it? You begged me to stay here so you didn't have to leave him. It wasn't about raising a family in the town I grew up in. It wasn't about the place we fell in love. It was about all about him. You are so fucking selfish. You made me give up everything so you could have it all, and that still wasn't enough. You played me stupid and made me stay here so you could continue your affair? I can't stand you." Eddie hissed. He was done, and the love he felt for her was not enough.

"You're right," she said quietly, "It was about him. I wanted to stay because I didn't want to lose that feeling. And I'm sorry I got caught up. It was just because it was new and exciting! I don't love him, not even close to the amount of love I have for you. I want you, and a family. You are way more important and I'm sorry I broke your heart. "She sobbed, her hands against his cheeks. He tried to hold back his tears but her soft touch reminded him of the love they had together. The nights they were tangled up and their hearts beat together. But broken hearts don't beat anymore.

"We're done," Eddie said, he stepped back and let a small tear fall.

"Eddie no." She pleaded but Eddie shook his head.

"The old you would have never done this to me. She actually loved me, and when she said it, she meant it. The girl I married meant it. You cheated because I made you unhappy? No, you cheated because you were unhappy with yourself. And that's not my godman fault."

"Excuse me?" She snapped, "Unhappy with myself? You aren't the only one that put work into this marriage. I dealt with assholes in high school for giving you a chance. I sacrificed my wedding because we couldn't afford anything. After all, your record stopped you from getting a job. Maybe I was unhappy because you held me back! Maybe I was unhappy because I busted my ass making money to pay all our bills while you tried to make a career happen from your band. Maybe I cheated because I wanted to be taken care of instead of taking care of you." She breathed heavily, her tears gone as she fumed.

"You are so two-faced. We had conversations about my band and your job. YOU TOLD ME TO WORK ON THE BAND AND YOU'LL COVER THE BILLS IN THE MEANTINE BECAUSE YOU WANTED ME TO DO WHAT I LOVED! You can't throw that in my face now. I offered to get a job, I told you I had connections in California for us, and none of that was good enough for you. You don't get to turn this all on me so you can keep your hands clean. I did everything you told me to do. We sleep side by side every night. If you were unhappy, you had every chance to say something. But that would mean you had to be the bad guy right? But don't worry about it. I won't hold you back. Go live out your house fantasy with your boss, fucking your way up to a promotion, and have him take care of you. See how far lust over love gets you."

Eddie was met with silence. He scoffed and began to pack his bags.

"Just going to leave?" She asked

He collected everything he had in a rush and grabbed his jar from the closet. He was going to make it with or without her.

"Yeah. Since we move on to new shiny things instead of talking things out." Eddie spat out.

"You really think you can do this on your own? You weren't good enough to make it in Hawkins, what makes you think you are good enough to make it in California?"

~~~

"Ladies and gentlemen, Eddie Munson."

Two years later, Eddie stood on a big stage. The crowd chanted his name as the spotlight blinded him from seeing the crowd. His guitar was in his hand and his new band was behind him.

The smile on his face never left. The California air swept across his forehead and he felt the breeze on his arms. The sound of the ocean echoed as he sang and the crowd sang along.

He didn't hold anyone back.

She held him back.

And leaving her was the best thing he ever did. He made it on his own because he was good enough. He was good enough to achieve his dream and damn good enough to be a star.

He struggled with love, and now he has thousands of people that love him all across the world. All these people that saved him, and some he saved right back.

He didn't struggle about being good enough because he was always good enough.

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jeanette-luminia · 10 months

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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟... || 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 + 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨

Warning: Shibuya Arc Spoilers, Recent Manga Spoilers, heavy(?) angst, major death???

A/N: I heard "Scott Street" by Phoebe Bridgers from my sister's phone, and suddenly, it sparked something in me. I had to write angst. wrote this in one sitting today so it is not proofread!!

𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨

What if It was you instead of him who died by Mahito?

No. It was supposed to be him, not you. It shouldn’t be you. You stood in front of Mahito as his hand stretched into your chest. You were unresponsive, and he couldn’t move. He can’t bring himself to take a step. Take a step. Move. they’ll die.

Nothing. He studies your beat-up feature. Blood is trickling down your left hand as your right has been cut off. He notices your heavy breathing, yet no emotion can be seen in you. You stand in a pool of blood and multiple dead curses. Is this it? No. God, please don’t. You and Kento have been planning your wedding for months. Both of you were excited about the wedding, dreaming of the day that would come when he proposed to you. This shouldn’t end here.

Are you scared? It’s okay to be scared. I get scared too. But with you, I’m less scared. So– you can trust me. If you’re scared, run to him—He’ll make sure he’ll protect you. So, come to him, run to him. Please. He’ll promise to get you out of this hell hole alive—together.

“Y/N…” He sounds pathetic. His lips are trembling, tears threatening to leave his eyes. His grip was lost, trembling at the sight.

Then, you turned to him. He is a man who understands many things. He understands things easily. But this. His strained voice only manages to utter a single word. Why?

Why are you not scared? Why are you just standing there? Why aren’t you doing anything? Why are you smiling at him? Why? Why so suddenly? Why now? Why does it have to be you? Why are you smiling in the face of death? Stop it. Don’t smile. Run to him. You can rest. Rest with him.

Go to Malaysia with him. Live with him. You both planned to live in Malaysia after this. He suggested Kautan. Building a house on a secluded beach. Wake up early in the morning and stroll around the shore as the sun come up. Reading those book that has been collecting dust on the shelf. Cooking together, maybe even baking. Maybe in the holidays, you’d invite Yuuji and the others, even if he doesn’t want to.

Then maybe, if you want to, start a family. Maybe two kids, a girl, and a boy. Then, maybe adopt a dog—or a cat. He would love to see them grow up. Have their own lives, and not following the path you and Kento took.

The voice of Yuuji made him realize that this was the cruel reality he’s gonna live in, from now on. A life that isn’t worth living. He watched as you send him your final smile. Closing your eyes as you accepted your faith. He saw the tears. The tears you desperately hide. They flow without him wiping them away.

“Don’t be a stranger.”

Why does it have you? He wants you back. He doesn’t want to live in a cruel world where you aren’t here. It was simply worth living anymore.

𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

What if It was you Instead of Megumi who was taken by Sukuna?

He thought that after he left the prison realm, you were the first one to greet him. He thought that you’d be running into his arms, crying in his shirt, and punching him slightly for leaving you alone. He thought that you’d be smiling, saying “Welcome Back, Satoru.”

He thought that… you’d be safe.

He only then realizes the twisted and cruel reality he lives in as he teleported to where Kenjaku is, he saw you beside him. His six eyes already told him that Sukuna is possessing your body—but he didn’t want to believe it.

You were dressed in a robe that you never wore before. Your hair wasn’t in the style he is used to. Your nails suddenly have gotten sharper. Your eyes were now different. It wasn’t the same eyes that he grow to love. It wasn’t the same eyes that he love to stare at. It wasn’t the same. You weren’t there anymore. Behind those eyes, he can’t see a glimpse of you.

He pretended that he wasn’t affected by it. I didn’t care about them. It was a bitter lie that he want to throw up. Why did this happen?

He came back. He couldn’t stay looking at you— at least not right now.

Shoko, Ijichi, and Utahime stared at him as he sat on the hospital bed. They couldn’t help but sympathize with him, especially Shoko. He looks lost, almost as if he has hit rock bottom.

“...Why.”

None of them know why. But they knew you didn't deserve it. It shouldn’t be you. It was unfair to everyone. To him. To you.

The day that Satoru has to fight you– Sukuna, he pushed the thought away. This isn’t you right now. It’s Sukuna. He can save you. Of course, he can. He is the strongest anyway. Right?

Right?

Fighting you was hard, his emotions keep bubbling to the surface. He kept reminding himself that it wasn’t you. His sweet Y/N isn’t here right now, only Sukuna—

Just before he can make another Domain, he notices a stop in Sukuna. Sukuna gripped his head, groaning. As if he’s losing control. Immense curse energy leaked out. Suddenly, shadows appeared out of nowhere. Those shadows turned into hands and manage to cease Sukuna from moving.

“God damn it, Woman!”

He perked up. “Y/N?”

Then, another shadow appeared on Sukuna’s back. His eyes widen as he watched you appear in the shadow. He sees how exhausted you are. You are pushing your limit too much. He wished he wasn’t trapped in that stupid prison realm.

“I told you, didn’t I? I won’t let you win.”

“You aren’t strong enough.”

You turned to Satoru. And you smiled. Why? What are you planning? Why are you smiling? This isn’t good. He should do something—anything. What are you doing?

“Don’t be a stranger.”

Light overcomes his vision. Once he opened his vision. You weren’t there anymore. Sukuna wasn’t there anymore. No one was in front of him anymore but cherry blossom petals fell from the sky in the middle of November.

His heart hurts. why?

#☕: writes #nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #Gojo Satoru #Nanami Kento

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neonghostlights · 9 months

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A/N: So, here’s the final chapter. I just want to say thank you to those who have stuck around through this story. I read every comment I get and I’m truly appreciative of the support. We're picking up right where the last chapter left off.

Summary: You haven’t been the same since you woke up in the hospital with memory loss after the earthquake hit Hawkins. When strange things start happening and you feel like you’ve started losing your mind, a group of strangers offer to help. Even though you’ve never met them before, they seem to know you better than you think.

Warnings: Natural disasters, Crying, Mentions of a Coma, Goodbyes, Parental death, Readers mom, mention of finances/money, not a whole lot of dialogue mainly just wrapping things up 18 + Only, Minors DNI

Wordcount: 3.5k

Part Sixteen

“Marry me,” was all he said before kissing you again.

Those words lit up your mind, making your heart skip a beat before speeding up again. Your knees felt weak and if it wasn’t for Eddie holding onto you so tightly you thought you might drop right there.

You broke apart, resting your forehead against his. The pressure of your body leaning onto his felt right. Like you were always meant to be touching Eddie in some way. You think you always knew that, even when you didn’t have your memories.

You didn’t know if anyone else in the room was speaking or if it had just been hushed to silence. Your ears rang a high pitched squeal and you weren’t sure if it was from having the Vecna shaped parasite ripped from your brain or the shock of Eddie’s sudden proposal.

But it wasn’t really a shock. Not now that you had your memories back and could remember Eddie and everything that you two had shared in the time you had spent together.

Your Eddie. The man you loved for all these years and planned to have a life with. Every moment that was stolen from you had been given back like a gift. This time, you weren’t going to let him get away. You weren’t going to let anything else ever rip you and Eddie apart.

You opened your mouth, prepared to say yes. Prepared to tell him all of the things you’d been dying to tell him. How much you adored him and never wanted to live a life without his love ever again.

This place could be your home together like you had always planned it to be. You remembered the days you would spend daydreaming how you and Eddie would decorate this house to fit the both of your personalities. Would you come back here on your wedding night with you still in your dress and him still in his suit?

But before you could say anything, the earth started to shake beneath your feet and someone started to scream.

January 4th, 1987

You walked through the empty house, making sure there was nothing forgotten.

You struggled with the feeling of forgetting things. It made you anxious. It didn’t happen often though and it was never anything significant. It was normal to misplace your car keys or not be able to remember what shirt you wore to the grocery store a week ago. But every time you realized you were forgetting something it sent you into a spiral. It made you afraid that he was coming back to haunt you again or maybe there was some sort of irreversible damage done to you that no one could ever fix. That wasn’t the case though, you were fine now. You were safe.

It was weird seeing nothing in your grandma's house; a place that had once been a home to you. But the damage was already done and you couldn’t fix it and bring it back to its glory like you had once planned to.

The second earthquake that ripped through Hawkins almost three months ago destroyed the town more than it already was. Vecna had truly planned to take this town down with him and he did. The cracks in the earth opened more upon his death, swallowing houses and buildings. Homes that were already unsettled from the initial quake crumbled even further.

Your grandma’s house was thankfully spared from collapsing but the damage was too much to fix and it was now deemed unsafe to live in. You had no choice but to sell it to the government for a criminally low price that left a bitter taste in your mouth. It wasn’t like you had a choice. They were taking over the town and closing it off due to “environmental reasons.”

You knew the real reason. No one was sure if the upside down was completely gone after Vecna’s death. Not even El could come up with an answer for you. Did the upside down exist before Vecna did or was it something that was attached solely to him?

None of you planned on sticking around to find out.

But the cracks in the earth still glowed red and the plants were still dying. So it was safe to assume something was still alive down there.

Today was the last day you could be in Hawkins, the government having cracked down after only giving the bare minimum amount of time for people to pack up their whole lives and find other places to go. Anyone caught here after midnight would be arrested for trespassing on federal property. You’ve already had that happen once and didn’t want to do that again so you were getting the hell out of here.

You had been living with Eddie and Wayne the past few months. Wayne was ecstatic when you showed up on his doorstep with your memories back and welcomed you in with open arms. He said he didn’t want to know the details, already too scarred from Eddie telling him everything that happened back in March. Thankfully, the trailer was far enough out of town to only be a little rattled. It was okay to live in until you found another place.

Wayne was like a father to you and you were so thankful for him taking you in. Him, your grandmother, and your dad had all given you so much parental love in a lifetime that it almost made up for all the shittiness your mom put you through.

Your grandma would raise hell if she saw the way you would tear up at the thought of closing the door to the house and walking away forever. She would tell you it was just a house and the memories were more important. It wasn’t your fault that you had been extra sentimental lately, wanting to hold on to every reminder possible just in case the memories slipped out of your grasp again.

You spun the engagement ring around your finger a few times. A new nervous habit you picked up since Eddie pulled it out of his pocket and slid it onto your finger those few short months ago.

You remember the day you spotted it in the antique store like it was yesterday. You couldn’t believe he had held onto it for so long. Even when you weren’t yourself he had kept it in hopes of things going back to normal one day. You weren’t sure if either of you would ever reach normal with having seen the things you had both seen but you wanted to get as close to it as possible.

A wedding date wasn’t set quite yet. The first order of business was getting the hell out of Hawkins. You had pooled what you had left from your father’s inheritance and did a little digging to find out you had been left way more than you were originally told.

The money had been hidden from you by your mom. She had played you, only giving you enough originally to pay for your schooling but the total amount that had been left to you from your dad’s life insurance policy was much larger.

It was so much that it didn’t seem like your dad had left her anything at all. She hadn’t spent it, so you weren’t quite sure what she was saving it for but it was a much larger amount that you would have expected. This was something she had hidden from you even before you lost your memory. It truly seemed like losing your memory was the best thing that ever happened to her. It made it easier for her to lie and easier for you to be controlled like a puppet.

You had gone to confront her one last time after you had gotten your memories back. The house you grew up in was spared by the quake and the inside was just as eerily clean as the last time you saw it despite the disaster that was happening in the rest of the town.

The meeting with her had gone as well as you had expected with a lot of false tears and denial on her part. That was until you threatened to call Hopper and get a fancy lawyer involved. She silently got up from the table without saying a word after your threat. You had thought that maybe she had suffered a mental break, maybe snapping at your words. But instead she silently retrieved a folder from her safe that had all of the information for the money that was rightfully yours, the deed to your house, and all of the documents you might need to live an independent life.

You didn’t take Eddie with you when you went to talk to her. He wanted to go, practically begging you to take him with you. You were pretty sure you heard the van circle block a few times outside while you sat at the table talking to her. It made you smile knowing that he was looking out for you just in case. He would never trust your mom, and with good reason not to. He was concerned that she might hurt you if you pushed her too hard. You were concerned too but it was a risk you were willing to take. You knew she wouldn’t answer any questions if Eddie was there. It would just end in another fight.

Where your mom was planning to go after the forced evacuation was none of your business. You saw her out in public only once after your meeting while you were donating some clothes to the emergency shelter they had set up.. She walked past you like she didn’t even know you. You wondered if one day you’d get a phone call or letter from her apologizing for what she had done to you and the way she had used you. You decided not to hold your breath or spend any time waiting for that to happen.

You heard a board on the porch creak from right outside the house, pulling you from your thoughts. You walked outside, locking the door behind you one last time. Eddie stood there waiting for you with a sad look on his face. He knew how hard this was for you. You wanted to walk the house one last time, but based on the state of it and the fact that Hawkins had something crazy happening every five minutes neither of you felt comfortable with Eddie going far while you were inside.

“Everytime I go in there it’s like I expect this to be a bad dream and all of the damage to be fixed,” you admitted as you took his hand.

You had to be careful walking on the porch, some of the boards were weak and there was a step missing. Eddie helped guide you down with a firm grip until your feet were both safely planted on the grass.

“I know it won't be the same but maybe you’ll end up loving the new place just as much,” Eddie offered, trying to make you feel better.

You sighed, thinking about all that you were leaving.

Steve and Robin were going to Indianapolis together. They would continue community college there and even got a job together at a record store. Robin had to vouch for Steve once again to get him the job.

The Hendersons were going to another town up in northern Indiana. It wouldn’t be too much of a drive for Steve to come visit them whenever he had the chance.

The Byers and Hopper household were going back to California together. With the exception of Nancy and Jonathan who were still on their college journey and had already gone back to school so they weren’t there to say goodbye to you with the rest of the group.

The Wheeler’s were going to Michigan where some of their cousins lived.

The Sinclairs were going to Florida. Lucas’s dad got a well paying job there and their house was close to the beach too. You knew Erica was excited for that.

Max and her mom would be going to California too to be near some family they had there.

You remembered getting the call from Steve only the next day after you killed Vecna that Max had woken up from her coma. It was a shock that none of you had expected. She still needed some physical therapy, and her eyesight would never be the same but she was alive and that was what mattered. Her and Lucas planned on doing long distance from their opposite ends of the country. It hurt to know that they were going to be separated again so soon after being reunited.

It was a relief when you saw her sitting up in that hospital bed once you got your memories back. There was an overwhelming sense of guilt that followed. You should have been there everyday visiting her while she was in that coma. It was hard to imagine the time when you had no clue who she was.

She was shocked to hear about a month after she woke up what had happened while she was out. She was mostly upset that she didn’t have the chance to kick Vecna’s ass before you killed him. She also promised you that if she was around for all of this then she would have had you fixed within a day. You had no doubt that she was telling the truth.

You had said goodbye to all of your friends yesterday. It was hard. How could properly say goodbye to all of the people you fought with and saved your life? El and Max were both the little sisters you never had. It was hard to remember that El’s presence had once made your skin crawl. But that was all Vecna’s doing because now that you were you again, you adored her.

Saying goodbye to Steve was hard too. You had grown up with him and considered him your best friend at one point. You hoped that one day your relationship could be repaired but it was still hurtful to think of the way he treated you when you didn’t have your memories. You knew he was just trying to do what he thought was best, but it still felt like he had replaced you with Robin. Even now, it seemed like they were way closer than you two used to be. You think that maybe that’s the way it had been for a while, even before you lost your memory and you didn’t even notice it happening.

“Got everything?” Eddie asked in a soft voice.

You nodded, wiping under your eyes as you looked up at the house behind you.

It was dark now without any light inside. The cracks in the foundation looked like spiderwebs crawling up the house. The inside was way worse off with deep, jagged cracks in the walls and a gaping hole in the bedroom ceiling.

It was time to let it go.

You followed Eddie silently to the van, the dead grass crunching under each step you took. Both of your belongings were already piled up in the back. Wayne had already left early in the day and would be meeting you at your new home. He didn’t plan on living with you for long, just long enough until he got his own place or “Wayne’s future bachelor pad” as Eddie liked to call it, teasing his uncle until he was red in the face.

You and Eddie had found your new home the reasonable way. And by that you mean you both closed your eyes while Eddie threw a dart at a map that he taped to his bedroom door. It landed on a small town on the east coast. You would be close to the shore which drew in a lot of tourists and you could already envision the life you could have there.

You and Eddie had already driven out there a few times since deciding that would be your future home. You found a place to live there and got registered to finish up your education degree in the fall. Eddie found a small mechanic shop that miraculously pays more than what he makes in Hawkins. For now he wasn’t sure if he wanted to stick with mechanics or venture into something in music. You told him that it didn’t matter what he chose, that you would stick beside him no matter what.

You both got into the van, hearing your things jostle in the back from the vans movement. You weren’t concerned about anything breaking. You had already tripled checked the bubble wrapped duck figurine to make sure it’ll arrive at its new home in pristine condition.

You glanced at where your car still sat in the driveway. You weren’t worried about taking it with you since it broke down again despite Eddie working on it constantly. It would be too much of a hassle to tow it.

“I’m not sure what to do now,” you admitted to Eddie once you were both buckled in and the van started.

Eddie thought for a moment. “I think now we just take things one day at a time. Or maybe even just one moment at a time.”

“How do we do that?”

“I think we can start by letting you pick the road trip music,” Eddie said with a smile, leaning over to you to nudge your shoulder.

You faked a gasp. “Me? Eddie Munson is letting me pick the music? It’s a miracle.” You placed your hand over your mouth in fake shock.

Eddie rolled his eyes and shook his head, putting the van into gear. “Don’t make me regret it,” he teased. You both knew he would be bobbing his head to Madonna before you even made it out of Hawkins.

Eddie backed away from the house slowly, like he was giving you time to give one last mental goodbye. You turned your head, not wanting to look at it anymore. Eddie noticed, deciding to speed the van up to get you out of there before you started to break down.

There weren’t many cars leaving Hawkins, only a few stragglers like yourselves but there was still a line built up by how slow you had to drive on the ruined roads. Most people left town as soon as the second earthquake happened, wishing they had left after the first one.

Seeing the destruction made you feel guilty. If you had known that this would be the outcome of getting your memories back then you weren’t sure that you would’ve gone through with it. You had to remind yourself daily that something good did come out of this. Max was awake and Eddie was alive beside you.

You still hadn’t told Eddie that the reason you lost your memories was because you made a deal with Vecna to save his life. It was all over now and he didn’t need to know that piece of information. You didn’t like hiding secrets from him but it would only make him feel guilty and you didn’t want that. As far as he knew, Vecna just chose you as a random, vulnerable target. Maybe one day you would break and tell him but it wouldn’t be today. Perhaps some day far enough in the future when all of this just sounded like some made up story.

Most of the roads in town were closed, leaving Eddie to have to maneuver through the dedicated detours with precision. A few government officials lined the roads, watching everyone leave their homes with blank stares. Eddie flicked them all off with a ringed finger.

You covered your laugh with the palm of your hand. Eddie smiled over at you when he heard it.

You followed the stretch of cars through the town and out the only open road that lead in and out. The trees were bare, leaning over the road in a threatening way. This winter hadn’t been kind to the people or nature of Hawkins.

Eddie looked over at you before speeding up when he spotted the sign.

You stared at it as you passed. The “Leaving Hawkins Hell” sign that they never fixed since it was vandalized in March. You hated to say that you agreed with it now. This place did become Hell.

You breathed a breath of relief as Eddie continued down the road. You felt the weight lift off your shoulders as you spotted Hawkins now in your rearview mirror. You looked at the profile of the man beside you, taking in the features that you had spent all this time relearning. It made you ache with the thought of how much he loved you. He loved you so much that he stayed in a town that hated him just because you were stuck there.

“I love you,” Eddie said, probably thinking the same thing you were.

And you could admit it now, with everything inside you and every broken, fragmented piece of your mind, that you loved him too.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson au #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie munson series #eddie stranger things #eddie munson angst

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Had a dream I was watching season 3 of Rottmnt, it was so vivid and now I’m sad that it isn’t real. So I’m writing some highlights from the dream before I forget.

Draxum and Casey focused episodes on what they were doing during the movie. There were really cool action sequences with original music and everything. It was so cool. There was one scene where the screen divided in half to show both battles.

Music during action scenes. There was a lot of it. I suspect it might have been because I watching Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur before going to sleep tho.

An episode premise: April finally had a good stable job. She was going steady for a whole 2 weeks setting a new record. The turtles got a little suspicious since April can never keep a job for long. Cue investigation, it turns out the job is a front. A front for a cult. April accidentally joined a cult. By the end of the episode April accidentally destroyed the cult in the same way she usually ends up losing her jobs. Alas the curse of April losing her job was too strong.

Another Episode Premise: Splinter and Draxum go undercover for an intel mission at a fancy club. The cover story being that they’re two friends who are trying to reconnect. They’re kinda bad at it since both argue like a married couple. This actually works in their favor tho as the person they’re trying to spy on to get info on is a huge romantic who is super invested in trying to get the two to “reconnect”. Both are forced by the turtles to play along for the sake of the mission. By the end of the episode Draxum and Splinter have performed a proposal, a wedding, a divorce, another re proposal, alongside with a remarriage, but not another divorce because they have to book it away because the turtles got captured. Which meant by the end of the episode Draxum and Splinter were still married.

Over Arching Story: Bishop was hunting down the remaining Foot Clan members. Which included trying to find former Foot Clan members for any information. Of course leading Bishop to Casey. Casey sends him on a wild goose chase as she goes on her own mission to find her former bosses. Being the B plot for a lot of the episodes. In one instance she teams up with Piebald in a gambling ring to win some info.

Running Gag: Casey Jr tries going into the dating world but has trouble since most people who are his age now, were adults during the apocalypse. So if he does find someone to date who he doesn’t recognize they usually end up being some form of “not real”. Highlight examples being: an alien who assumed a human persona to lure specimen to experiment on their ship, a demon with similar motives to the alien except it wanted to eat Casey Jr’s soul, an ai made by Bishop made to find potential Foot Clan members. What was funny was how obvious a lot of them were, like the alien wore a “I believe” shirt but with sharpie added “don’t”, changing it to “I don’t believe” (real master of disguise right here). The demon’s “flirting” was something along the lines of “if souls were edible and had taste, I bet yours would be a delicious meal that would amplify my demonic powers. If I had demonic powers, which I don’t because I’m a perfectly normal human. But in the hypothetical where I do-”. The ai when asked it’s favorite hobby responded with “breathing and being human”.

Bishop had an entire episode where he beat up different clans in his attempt to find the Foot Clan. Making some leave their old clans to join Bishop since he bested them in battle. But Bishop didn’t want a bunch of ninja (idk why not, that sounds incredibly useful) so he sent them on a wild goose chase but every time he did they came back having accomplished the goal. (Again I don’t understand why he kept acting like they were an annoyance when they were getting him things like THE GOD DAMN ELIXER OF EVERLASTING LIFE)

That’s all I have the energy to write. If I remember anything worth adding I will but I think these were all the highlights.

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melanieratford · 1 year

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I’M ENGAGED!

On May 5th, 2015, my best friend gathered a bunch of people to go see Avengers: Age of Ultron at the theater in the town next to my hometown. At the time, I was in no mood to be in a relationship... As I had only been single for maybe 6 months. When we got to the theater, she pointed across the foyer and said “There’s my college friends.”... I zeroed in on the guy that had the Sheldon Cooper shirt and yelled “OH MY GOD! SHELDON!”. I did NOT realize the guy I had just yelled at was super cute until AFTER I had yelled at him.

When we got into the actual theater, most of the college friends sat in the front, but the cute guy sat next to me. The more he talked, the more I liked him. I wanted to hold his hand, but I had just met him. It was kind of awkward because, on the other side of me was my best friend and her boyfriend who were cuddling...

After the movie, half of us went to IHOP and the others went to Rosa’s Tortilla Factory. The cute guy went to Rosa’s... He should have come to IHOP.... Because the other girl that was with my half of the group and I wouldn’t shut up about how cute the boy who sat next to me was. My best friend ended up scolding him the next morning saying stuff like “You’re in so much fucking trouble! My friends wouldn’t shut up about how cute they think you are!”. He asked her if he could have my number and she angrily said “YES! You can have her number!”. On April 4th, 2016, after almost a year of talking and getting to know each other, we started dating. A year later we went to see the live action remake of Beauty and the Beast. I got us rings that say “His Beauty” and “Her Beast”.

On May 5th, 2023, 8 years after we first met, we went to the theater in my town (the theater we met at closed down) to see Guardians of the Galaxy Volume 3. After the movie, he took me in front of the big poster in the theater’s foyer and proposed! Obviously I said “YES!”! His mom took pictures and gave us a $50 gift card to On The Border. When we left the theater, we went to the restaurant and ate Tex-Mex on the patio while we enjoyed live music. It was absolutely perfect!

Funnily enough, my fiancé accidentally let it slip what day he was gonna propose on before Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania even came out, so I had time to prepare and make myself perfect. I got us shirts that were just like what we wore the day we met. I bought makeup and nail stuff to make sure my nails and makeup looked amazing and we both asked for the day off. I don’t wear makeup! Yet, for this day, I wore Sailor Moon eyeshadow and lip gloss, as well as eyeliner and mascara!

@candysweetposts edited Castiel’s proposal illustration to look like my fiancé and me. I sent her pictures of what we were gonna wear so that it would be as accurate to how the proposal would actually look as possible. I even sent her a pic of my engagement ring (because I helped my fiancé pick it out).

Drachea Rannak did a wedding image of our My Hero Academia characters, Slipstream and Kaiju, at their wedding. The background is the ballroom from the animated Beauty and the Beast and the arch is the Infinity Stones. Margot’s dress is the style I want, but I’m thinking about getting a black dress, so my fiancé is able to see her outfit and not have to worry about bad luck. We’re gonna use this image as our “Welcome Sign” for the wedding. Drachea also sent me the foreground of just the two of them so that I can get a custom acrylic stand made for the cake topper!

#engagement #proposal #i'm engaged #getting married #mycandylove #my candy love #drachea rannak #guardians of the galaxy volume 3 #gotg vol 3 #marvel #mcu #he proposed last night #we met at a marvel movie #its only appropriate that we get engaged at a marvel movie #so excited #i love him

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tinyidle · 10 months

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Hey could you please write a fic on the mina sister in law au

I Want You Instead - MM

WARNING: small angst and fluff, suggestive, infidelity (highly not recommended), reader gets cold feet, soon-to-be-sister-in-law mina, fiance reader, female (masc) reader, non idol scenario, fiction ofc

hopefully this is at least part of what you wanted. like for a part two

a year and a month. in three months' time you were going to be with your other half for the rest of your life after knowing him for a year and a month.

you've known him platonically for about a year, have worked with him for ten months, and have dated him for three months. when he proposed to you, you were ecstatic. the love of your life, your light, your sun. you wanted to be with him forever. you loved your fiance. no way in the world would you ever even consider trading your relationship over him. he was your world; until he showed you his sister.

myoui mina.

up until now you have never seen your fiance's side of the family. he's got to see your family countless of times since they live nearby where you two were.

you've known him platonically for about a year, have worked with him for ten months, and have dated her for three months. when he proposed to you, you were ecstatic. the love of your life, your light, your sun. you wanted to be him forever. you loved your fiance. no way in the world would you ever even consider trading your relationship than to be with him. he was your world, until he showed you his sister.

up until now you have never seen your fiance's side of the family. he's got to see your family countless of times since they live nearby where you two were. yet nothing has been said about meeting his family or having you meet them. so when he told you he had invited his parents over for dinner on sunday, you were nervous.

you both luckily could speak japanese, so communicating the problem: meeting his sister was the problem. she just happened to be visiting from a hong kong business meeting, so it wasn't like you didn't know what to expect. but that also meant this was the first time seeing her. you couldn't help but think how she looked compared to him.

sunday came, and the myoui family arrived. you politely bowed to them, and quickly yet mannerly bowed to mina. when your eyes met her face, however, sparks flew. she was beautiful, and the accents on her face made her look even more stunning. she wore a white shirt that matched her hair color, jeans, black high heels, and silver necklace.

mina looked at you, and your heart nearly stopped. your fiance hadn't told you she was this pretty. you knew she was attractive by looking at pictures, but seeing her in person was something else. she had a captivating smile, and you found yourself staring into her eyes. your fiance acted as if this was completely normal, which only made you feel more embarrassed.

"mina, this is my wife to be. wife to be, mina," he nonchalantly introduced you two. you gulped before bowing again, saying hello to her.

she smiled, showing off her perfect teeth. "hello! i am so happy to finally meet you."

you nodded back, not sure how to react. your eyes wandered around the room, noticing how there was nothing special about it. only her. it was only her.

to your misfortune you found out that the myouis were to stay until the wedding night, meaning that three excruciating months were going to be with a family you barely know and a sister in law that looks sinfully cute. what to do? you asked yourself. you're conflicted.

first month.

mina helped you with decorations for the wedding, has showed you origami tricks, and has guided you in deep stretching to relieve any marriage nerves. you two are together almost all day every day, and you soon find that the time goes by faster than you thought. one thing you didn't expect was that mina had a hidden talent. she can sew.

"so you can make my dress?" you tried to elaborate, very excited upon hearing the talent.

mina smiled before nodding. "of course. free of charge, too. anything for my brother's future wife." she started to giggle as she watched you do a happy dance before thanking her.

you two went over the details, and mina went home to working on it right away. she also gave you a few tips on how to keep your fiance happy.

"he'll appreciate it if you cook for him," mina listed out. "and make sure that he takes care of you. you know, like how men like their women not doing hard labor."

you nodded, but in your head you were screaming out 'hell no!'. you never liked anyone bossing you, hence why you engaged to your fiance so quickly despite your parents' constant disapproval. fuck them, you thought, for not wanting what you wanted. but hearing all that this man wanted? fuck that even more.

second month.

you've gotten used to mina's presence, but it seems like she doesn't want to leave. she's always around, and you can't get rid of her. she even comes to work, which you figured was part of the plan. when she does, you try to make conversation, but she's not interested in talking about herself.

"you seem like a strong woman, so tell me about your past relationships," she asked.

legit gave up because i want to upload this before i rip my hair out

#twice smut #mina smut #twice suggestive #twice fluff #mina fluff #mina suggestive

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moonpetrichors-blog · 2 years

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Genshin men and their weddings 😩

Genshin Men and Their Weddings

Tags: Marrying Genshin Men, Headcanons, F!Reader

Warnings: None

Characters: Diluc, Albedo, Ayato

Genshin men and what their weddings would be like.

* ˚ ✦ Read below the cut

╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [22/05/22] ❞

Diluc

You just know this man went all out for your wedding.

Spared absolutely no expense, Diluc is a rich man he will flaunt it for his wife

When he proposed, it was with a gorgeous Burmese ruby ring.

The whole colour scheme of the wedding was white and red, with some touches of black

He wore a white suit with a black shirt and gloves, but the gemstones adorning his body matched that of your ring.

Your actual wedding dress was a white, strapless ballgown with small touches of red embroidery. It had a semi-sweetheart neckline with red silk wrapped around the lower bodice of your dress.

During the afterparty, you wore a rouge, satin ballgown with a semi-sweetheart neckline. There was a rose on the side of your hip where the skirt of the dress is pulled towards, and it has sparkly, silver jewels embroidering parts of the bodice and skirt.

You can’t lie but it felt good to have some of Diluc’s admirers stare at you in jealousy.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off you for the entire day, and thats all that mattered

… … … … … . . ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ,, ⌲˘͈ᵕ˘͈

Albedo

Albedo doesn’t care to have a big wedding.

As long as you both show up, he doesn’t really mind how big or small it is.

He proposed to you in a warmer, safer part of Dragonspine where the snow fell gently around you two.

He proposed with a citrine ring.

The color scheme of your wedding was light yellow and white.

Albedo wore a white suit with a black shirt underneath as well. Instead of wearing a tie though, it was replaced with his vision instead.

Your wedding dress was a dazzling, white ballgown with intricate, light yellow floral details. Trust me, you sparkled in this dress. The hem of your skirt was lace and the bodice was off shoulder.

As for the afterparty, you guys didn’t go big. You went with a simple, A-line dress that had a scoop neckline and a criss-cross backing. The dress was light yellow with, again, touches of floral details.

Albedo looked pleased.

… … … … … . . ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ,, ⌲˘͈ᵕ˘͈

Ayato

Lol if you thought Diluc was bad with the wedding spending, Ayato is worse 💀

Has a massive wedding with a massive afterparty

He proposed with a sky blue topaz ring.

Your wedding color scheme was white and blue.

Not too different from Ayato’s regular attire, he wore a white suit with a light blue shirt underneath.

Your wedding dress consisted of a royale high-esque ballgown with an off shoulder, sweetheart neckline. It was light blue, big, and expensive. There is a lot of lace floral designs on the bodice as it slowly travels to the hem of the skirt.

For your after party, you wore a light blue, strapless, satin mermaid dress. It had a slit on the right side and pulled the fabric of the skirt to the other side of your body. You were definitely blowing everyone away

If you thought Ayato’s wedding expenses were bad, just wait for the honeymoon oh my god

#↳˳☁️;; ❝ headcanons ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗:#headcanons #genshin headcanons #↳˳💿;; ❝ inbox ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗:#diluc #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader #Albedo #albedo x reader #ayato #kamisato ayato #ayato x reader #genshin wedding

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maybellineissatisfied · 8 months

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Cemetery Sweethearts - Kazuya Hikizuri/GN!Reader

A/N: This is my first time posting on tumblr, so sorry if the format is off a bit

Contains: Macabre Fluff, Mentions of Dying (cemetery duh), Implied Sexual Content (but no smut srry)

Also on AO3 if you prefer that for reading fanfics :)

The heavy clouds shrouded the darkening sky, casting a dark blanket over the mansion as the lanterns illuminated sections of the graveyard. The mansion's windows glowed yellow and the muted sounds of shouting and crying rang across the graveyard towards an isolated figure walking towards the furthest corner of the unkept 'garden'. They passed copious graves as they followed a gravel path that had lonely blades of grass growing between the small stones as it weaved throughout the labyrinth of the dead. The path faded into the dense grass the further away from the house it stretched until eventually it was swallowed into the tangle of green.

You crouched by a few of the graves that claustrophobically decorated the backyard, muttering lowly to them about what was on the news that day, and about what you did. The spirits wailed and whined in response as they soared overhead and dipped under the ground. You giggled wryly as they tickled you with a cool breeze when they flew too close. Sometimes the spirits asked you in echoing voices about something specific, whether it be their family, politics or if the convenience store on near their childhood home still had their favourite snack. You would answer to the best of your ability, however, some of them were stubborn and refused to accept that times were changing although they were dead.

"Always the stalker, never the stalked." You tittered as some gravel crunched behind you, not bothering to turn around. "Right, Kazuya?"

"Nothing gets past you, my observant little raven." Said man chuckled, emerging from behind a tall headstone, running a hand through his hair to brush off stray leaves as he sauntered towards you.

"You've stalked me since we first met, I know how you work." You rolled your eyes and turned to face him. His eyes softened when you stood up to brush some imaginary dust off his shoulders and straighten the collar of his shirt. "Why'd you follow me? You said you were going to take a bath."

"I heard the coo of a lovely mourning dove and wanted to catch a glimpse of them." He brought your left hand up to his face and pressed a gentle kiss on your knuckles. "It's a sign of good fortune after all."

"You flatter me." You smiled as he continued to kiss your hand.

"You bewitch me, my darling." Kazuya purred, turning your hand to press kisses into your palm. "It was this very hand that picked up my pen and gave it back to me. I almost proposed right then."

"I would have said yes even back then." You giggled as Kazuya trailed kisses up your arm.

"I know."

"I remember at graduation; you gave me the second button of your uniform because you didn't know if you'd see me again." You reminisced as he softly kissed your neck, tilting your head to accommodate him but still feeling the frame of his glasses prod your skin. "I wore it as a necklace ever since that day, it was like a wedding ring."

"And you still wear it, alongside your wedding ring." Kazuya mused, holding your necklace and inspected the button that used to be on his uniform. "Do you love me that much, darling?"

"Of course I do," You retorted. "I doubt anyone else could put up with you and your family."

"That's true." He chuckled and pressed a kiss to the button. "I love you." He sighed and kissed his way up your face to your lips.

His lips brushed against yours shyly at first until you grabbed his face and pulled him closer. He smiled against your lips slightly and held your shoulders. When you pulled away, you both were breathing heavily and Kazuya whined quietly, pressing his forehead against yours desperately. You smiled and stroked his face which he leaned into.

"You're so cute." You smiled. "I'm going to stay out here for a bit, do you want to stay with me, sweetheart?"

"Sure, let's go on a walk though. Afterwards, could I persuade you to join me in the bath?" Kazuya inquired, linking his arm through yours. You nodded at him and squeezed your arm around his.

The two of you strolled around the cemetery, reminiscing about the individuals whose names were inscribed on the headstones. Kazuya eventually halted at a grave that was fore fronted by a barren patch of uneven dirt and the faded edges of a pentagram, there was also some candle wicks laying in the surrounding grass, swallowed by the erratic blades.

"I wish Uncle Diginosuke could have met you, darling, he would've loved you." Kazuya murmured, gazing sadly at the headstone. "Shame his grave is empty now." You remained silent but nodded. Years ago, the grave used to emit woeful groans and cries alongside the occasional mutter of "karma", but you never saw a spirit. Now it was cold and empty, only a distant memory kept alive by a still-mourning nephew.

Diginosuke had always been a sensitive topic for Kazuya, especially after the siblings resurrected him and his zombie was consumed by their father's ghost. Kazuya would talk about his uncle with fondness as he showed you photographs of his infant self playing with Diginosuke. Your favourite was one of Diginosuke sitting on a swing set with a four-year-old Kazuya laughing in his lap, however, that was the last photo of the two before Diginosuke was forced to leave the mansion after an affair and killed himself. Kazuya admitted he cried for a long time after his uncle left and didn't understand what had truly happened as his father told him that Diginosuke insulted the family and to get over him because 'a man shouldn't cry'. Kazuya found out that Diginosuke was dead a few days before he turned five years old.

"I also know mom would have adored you, maybe even more than she adored me." Kazuya's woeful gaze turned to you. "She knew about you, despite me trying to hide my feelings. She wanted me to marry you, and she was the one who encouraged me to give you my button when I graduated; 'It's a subtle yet meaningful way of telling them how you feel.' is what she said." He smiled briefly at the memory.

Masue Hikizuri was a beautiful and kind woman who loved all her children very much and tried to make time for all of them. You had only met her in passing and she always smiled at you which made Kazuya get embarrassed and usher her and his siblings away. Kazuya constantly mentioned how his mom wanted to formally meet you, and have you around for a meal but you never got the chance before her and his dad died. After that, Kazuya would constantly tell you stories about his mom, and what she would have thought about you two being together and being married.

Even though Kazuya had told you these stories hundreds of times, you never got tired of hearing them, because you knew it made him happy to tell you them. He only talked about his mom and uncle though, he rarely mentioned his father because his father didn't support the relationship and would criticize Kazuya for thinking of courting you. His mom, on the other hand, was fully supportive and was elated her son had found someone he loved to spend time with since he was always gloomy and isolated himself from other people. While you never met his uncle, Kazuya told you about some advice his uncle gave his younger self offhandedly about striving for happiness throughout life, and you made him happy, so he had adhered to his uncle's words.

Eventually, Kazuya rolled his shoulders and smiled at you, gently guiding you away from his uncle's abandoned grave and along another dirt path. You continued to talk about the names on the graves and Kazuya would indulge you in stories about them, since they were his deceased ancestors. However, as you walked further into the cemetery, the headstones became blank; they didn't need names though, you both remembered who each one was and how they died.

"Darling, it's your good friend, Tabata. Remember him?" Kazuya mused, gesturing to a patch of dirt that was nestled between two broken headstones. You could see Tabata's ghost floating above his grave with a woeful expression painted on his disfigured face as his vacant eyes bore into your soul. You stared back, apathetic, and leaned into Kazuya's side more. "I sure remember what you did to him."

"I always knew you were a bit of a freak, but I would never have thought murder turned you on so much. You couldn't keep your hands off me, not that I'm complaining." You teased, making him smirk.

"Like you were any better than I was."

"Yeah, I had you arching your back and biting the pillows then, and I always do it again easily." You smirked triumphantly as he flushed and pulled your linked arm to continue walking.

"Ah, it's poor Kotani and his mannequin." Kazuya giggled at some grass under a tree. "I remember the fun we had with him."

"How many of Narumi's boyfriends have you guys killed overall again? I've been present for seven, and Kotani makes eight of them dead."

"Twenty." Kazuya stated apathetically. "Well we've only physically killed them a few times, most of them got scared to death like poor Kotani. My favourite was one extremely rude boy who thought he could attack Misako," Kazuya laughed. "The look on his face when she scratched his arms to shreds was a pretty picture. It was even better when we got a hold of him, but the clean-up was a pain." He sighed dramatically.

Eventually, the two of you stopped walking around and sat on the lone bench in the graveyard with Kazuya's head resting in your lap as you caressed his face and played with his hair. The dark grey clouds framed the moon, allowing the natural light to illuminate the world for the first time that night. The moonlight shone down on you and Kazuya, creating a soft silver glow on the grass and the granite and marble headstones.

It was a typical weekend evening, with you and Kazuya enjoying each other's company away from his overbearing siblings, even if it was in the graveyard at the back of the mansion. It reminded you of when the two of you would sneak away from your friends and family as teenagers to see each other, however, his siblings would usually stalk you two to check that their big brother wasn't abandoning them. Fortunately, they grew out of the habit after knowing you were not threat, but also because Kazuya and Kinako would scold the younger ones.

"I want to share a grave with you, darling." Kazuya whispered, breaking the silence. "'Deep in the earth, my love is lying, and I must weep alone.' Doesn't that sound awful? Being apart from you is a nightmare I refuse to experience, there's no point to life if my mourning dove isn't singing."

"Poetic." You smiled sadly, twirling a strand of his fringe around your finger. "You could be the next Poe with the depressingly macabre stuff you spout. Or maybe even Keats? Do you want me to cut off your head and keep it in a plant pot?" You laughed glumly.

"I mean it, (Y/N), if you died before me, I would end my life to be laid next to your body." Kazuya's insistence on dying together was unnerving to say the least, and his sincere expression made you shiver. He sat up abruptly and moved to sit in your lap, bringing your hands to his chest. "Our bodies would grow cold and rot together until we become one with the earth." He smiled dreamily and nuzzled his head against yours.

"Or until Hitoshi performs some necromancy." You muttered, causing him to pull his head away and scowl. "Bright side is, we would be undead together, and I know you would be a handsome zombie."

"So would you, my dear." He smiled and kissed you softly. "Maybe I'll ask Hitoshi to do that in the future; just to wake up with you in my arms and see your face again."

You both lapsed into a comfortable silence, with Kazuya sitting in your lap, leaning against you, a serene expression on his face. You wrapped your arms around him and brought him closer to you and rested your head against the crook of his neck to which he sighed contentedly.

"'Neither the angels in heaven above, nor the demons down under the sea, can ever dissever my soul from the soul, of the beautiful (Y/N) Hikizuri.'" Kazuya said, holding you closer. "We're fated to be together for all of eternity, and in every life. I'll never let you go again." His voice lowered to a more possessive tone and he wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

"You said that when you proposed to me, and on our wedding day." You sighed, nuzzling into his neck. "If you weren't worshiping the ground I walk on, I would think you were in love with Poe, the amount of times you quote his poems and change the words."

"His poems are macabre, emotional, passionate." Kazuya's voice shifted to a sultry tone with every word. "Just like us." He purred into your ear.

"You're so sappy!" You laughed and pushed him off your lap.

"You love it, (Y/N), don't deny it!" He insisted, wrestling you down on the bench. He tickled your sides and pressed a wet kiss on your face as you yelped and tried to squirm out from under him. He laughed loudly and pressed his weight down on you, trapping you underneath him as he continued to tickle you.

"Okay! Okay! Let me go!" You cried, cheeks hurting from laughter. Kazuya stopped his attack and smirked down at you. He sat back and pulled you up so you were sitting side by side on the bench. "You're right, I do love it." A bashful smile spread across your face as you leaned against him and he did the same while pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"Have I told you that you look so melancholy tonight?" Kazuya asked, cupping your chin in his hand, running his thumb across your bottom lip. "The moon highlights the pessimism in your eyes."

"The shadows around your eyes and cheekbones make you look dead, my dear." You whispered, leaning closer to him, gazing at him as his eyes lit up. "But your eyes are alive and conniving. I almost feel like I'm in danger."

"Does that excite you?" He purred as he kissed your neck, smirking into your skin as you moaned and shuddered.

"We will disturb the dead, beloved." You gasped as he nipped your neck and heatedly ran his tongue over the marks. Low groans and wails echoed in the distance but you tuned them out as Kazuya's hot tongue trailed up your throat and jaw.

"Let them be disturbed." Kazuya moaned breathlessly, cupping your face. He crashed his lips onto yours, kissing you feverishly and pulled you down on top of him.

#junji ito #junji ito x reader #kazuya hikizuri #the strange hikizuri siblings #japanese tales of the macabre #first kazuya fanfic?

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feelmyskinonyourskin · 1 year

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A Random Thursday

Inspired by this post that I made

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader (Female)

Notes: All fluff. No use of Y/N. Female reader (Mentions of wearing a dress, being a bride, Mrs., etc.) My first time writing Matt! Also dubious research on marriage license and witness laws in New York (apologies if it's wrong). Also, invented a new priest character since Father Lanthom (spoiler) died.

WC: 1691

Warm afternoon sunlight pierced through the window panes onto the murky colored carpet on this particular afternoon in Hell’s Kitchen. Karen was fiddling with a pen while reviewing case files when the shrill, piercing sound of the front desk phone at Murdock, Nelson, and Page rang out.

“Nelson, Murdock, and Page, this is Karen speaking, how can I help you today?” Karen answered with her usually bright demeanor, breaking her focused gaze on the papers in her hands

“Hey Karen,” Matt’s baritone voice came through the speaker “Um, I need you and Foggy to head down to the church. Something urgent came up and I could really use the whole team here.”

“Okay…” Karen’s voice trailed off “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, fine. Just get here quick.” Matt replied and ended the call

Karen set the receiver back down, still confused, and called out through the small office.

“Foggy?”

“Yeah?” The blond man replied, peeking his head around the door of his office

“Matt just called. It was really weird. He wants us to meet him at Clinton Church. Said it was urgent. Did we have a client meeting I missed on the calendar?”

“No? But with Matt, who knows? Guess we should go see what this is all about.” he said, grabbing his blazer from the coat rack and guiding Karen through the front door.

It took Foggy and Karen fewer than 10 minutes to walk from the office to Clinton Church, where they found Matt pacing outside.

His best black suit clung closely to his muscular but lean frame. The white shirt he wore had been freshly pressed and his tie was neatly tied around his neck. His signature red glasses were perched on his nose and he fidgeted with his cane in his right hand.

“Matt!” Foggy called out to his friend ahead

“Hey! Glad you guys got here so fast!” Matt replied

“Is everything okay? Karen said you sounded really weird on the phone?”

“Yeah Foggy, everything’s fine.”

“So why are we here?” Karen asked

“Well, the State of New York requires two witnesses on a marriage license and since Sister Maggie can’t legally act as a witness as a nun, we needed both of you here. Plus, I know you’d kill me if I didn’t make you best man, and Karen, my bride really didn’t want to go without a Maid of Honor.” Matt replied

His tone was far too nonchalant for the Titanic-sized news he just sent crashing into his friends’ worlds.

“Excuse me, did you just say Best Man?” Foggy inquired

Before Matt could respond, you interrupted the conversation, rounding the corner from the side of the church.

“Hey! Glad you guys made it so fast!” You squeaked out excitedly, embracing the still confused duo

It was only when you pulled away from the hug that Foggy and Karen were able to take in your appearance - the sleek white mini dress, the short veil perched at the crown of your head, and the simple bouquet of white roses in your hands - did they fully process what was happening in that moment.

“Karen, I need you to grab a few pictures too!” You said, tossing a disposable camera into Karen’s grasp.

“Oh my god!” Foggy shouted “Wait, is this really happening?!”

“What the hell guys?!” Karen added

All you and Matt could do was grin and nod in response.

“When did this happen? I mean you guys aren’t even engaged yet?!” Karen asked

“Well actually, I proposed last night.” Matt replied as you lifted your left hand, showcasing the delicate ring he had placed there the previous evening

“And after I said yes, we were talking and we decided since Matt’s family is just you guys and Maggie, and my family isn’t really around, there’s no point in wasting time planning a big wedding when the only people that matter to us are right here.” You explained

“So we went to the courthouse this morning, got the license, and called you guys.” Matt finished your story

“Unreal. Only you, Murdock, would get married on a whim on a random Thursday.” Foggy shook his head.

“This is not a whim Foggy, we’ve been talking about getting married for a long time. We just didn’t really see a point in waiting any longer.” Matt replied

“Well no matter,” Karen responded as she pulled you into another hug “Yes, I will be your maid of honor. Yes, Foggy will be Matt’s best man, and we are thrilled that we are the two most special people in your lives that you want here for this.”

“Okay, so let’s do this thing!” Foggy excitedly shouted

“Thanks man.” Matt replied, clapping his best friend on the back

Sister Maggie, with all too perfect timing, poked her head out of the large red doors of the church.

“Oh good, they’re here!” She gestured to Foggy and Karen

“Father Davis is ready whenever you are.” she said, turning her attention to you and her son

You simply gave her a small nod in response, squeezing Matt’s hand at the same time. You could hear a brief hitch in his inhale beside you. You don’t have his enhanced senses, but you don’t need to have chemical-spill enhanced powers to predict he was feeling the same excitement and anticipation as was currently coursing through your system.

Sister Maggie pushed the door open further, ushering Foggy and Karen inside and you and Matt behind them. Her arms embraced the both of you as the door closed behind you.

“Matthew, I’m so proud.” She said, holding onto his arms and looking him up and down.

“Thank you” he whispered

Matt’s scrunched nose and reddening cheeks indicated there were more than a few tears already forming from behind his red glasses.

“Now you go take your place up with Father Davis, Karen and I will be right behind you.” She took Matt’s cane from his hands (as there was no point in pretending he needed it around present company) and shooed him away from you. His shoes clacked softly as he made his way up the stone aisle to the altar, with Karen not too far behind.

“Mr. Nelson, I believe our bride needs accompaniment.” Sister Maggie added with a nod as she followed Matt and Karen

Without hesitation, Foggy held out his arm and you enthusiastically took it. He gave it a brief squeeze, before slowly leading you down the aisle as well.

Your focus was now on the handsome man waiting for you at the end of it. Even though he couldn’t see you, he could smell the perfect blend of the perfume you usually wore mixed with the bouquet you carried. His ears honed in on the swishing of the crepe fabric of your dress as you approached him, the crinkle of your facial muscles tensing as you smiled and held back your own tears. Most importantly he could hear the steady, but slightly quickened, rhythm of your heart beat as it got closer and closer. If he could bottle this moment and how he felt in it, he’d get drunk on it every single day for the rest of his life.

Everything beyond the church doors faded into the background for you, your focus had narrowed to the only thing that mattered in that moment. Matt.

You finally reached your destination, slipping your arm from Foggy’s, passing your bouquet off to Karen, and finally taking Matt’s calloused hands into your own. You gave them three small squeezes - which became your silent way of saying I love you to each other through the years. He gave you three in return.

Father Davis kept the ceremony short and sweet, you and Matt both sniffled and shed tears throughout. While you didn’t take your eyes off Matt, you could hear the other three also sniffling and dabbing their tears, the sounds of their emotions echoing off the high ceilings of the church.

And all too quickly you were sharing your first kiss as husband and wife, joyously grinning at the feel of Matt’s soft lips on yours.

A few hours later the four of you were too many drinks in at Josie’s. Father Davis and Sister Maggie had joined you earlier on to celebrate and had already departed.

Drunkenness had consumed Foggy the most strongly out of the group. By now he had commandeered your veil and was wearing it in his messy hair. His shirt was unbuttoned nearly halfway down his chest as he took another large gulp from his glass.

Karen’s cheeks were tinted pink as she sloppily shouted “Speech!”

“Alright, alright!” Foggy feigned humbleness at being goaded to make his now third speech of the evening

“I never thought I’d see the day Matt Murdock would settle down and get married, but god I couldn’t have picked a better girl for him!” Foggy roughly slapped Matt on the back

“In fairness Foggy, I can’t see the day now.” Matt quipped

“Ah c’mon Murdock you can’t crack blind jokes in the middle of my best man speech!” Foggy protested

“Wait Fogs, you can’t call him Murdock anymore because I am now also a Murdock and we won’t know who you’re talking to!” you interjected with a tipsy giggle

“Mrs. Murdock, I will have you know you are arguing with a lawyer and under New York law…”

The grin that spread across Matt’s face upon hearing Foggy call you ‘Mrs. Murdock’ was wide enough to reach both ends of the bar.

“Booooo! No lawyer speak in the best man speech!” Karen cut him off

“Fine! I am so happy for the two of you on this new adventure.”

“Awe, thanks Foggy.” you said, raising your glass in the air to toast

Matt scooted closer to you, taking the opportunity to whisper in your ear “What do you say we get out of here and head home, Mrs. Murdock?”

The sound of your new name on his lips sent a shiver down your spine.

“Sounds good to me, my husband.” you replied

“Mmm, Mrs. Murdock, my beautiful wife.” he said into your hair, before pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #daredevil #daredevil x reader #matt murdock fluff #daredevil imagine #charlie cox #my writing #reader insert #marvel fic

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respectthepetty · 8 months

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YES!!! You’re watching WHY R U Korea?!?? Ok….. I’m gonna ask it….. are you ready?

WHY R U KOREA COLOUR THEORY AND YOUR THOUGHTS?! <3

Anon, I didn't plan on writing about Why R U?'s colors until next week because I was having a hard time figuring out if there was even color coding, but writing about Kiseki: Dear to Me helped me figure this puzzle out.

Why R U? IS giving us color-coded boys in love, emphasis on color.

Ji Oh is a Black Brooder and Lee Won is a Multicolored Menace (<- new term! Thank, Kiseki's Eddie!)

And we see this play out every single day.

One time, they wore the same outfit, which was comprised of bright orange and black, and they both hated it!

Ji Oh always wears a black shirt under everything, so he was really pissed off when Lee Won wore black and blue, as if anyone could just wear black.

Because even though Lee Won is a Multicolored Menace, he wears the primary colors the most. And out of those three colors, one just seems to work best for their dynamic.

Oh, wrong photo. Let's try this one!

Lee Won isn't a Blue Boy! He is a chaotic colorful character, but if an exchange of color needs to happen, we can't throw the entire rainbow at Ji Oh!

Oh no. We have to start off easy, and what's easier than calming blue?

Because Ji Oh hates this chaotic colorful character.

So if we ease Ji Oh into color through softness

He'll eventually come around.

Until he doesn't even notice his feelings color starting to change

And all of sudden, we have one color exchanged!

But the issue is finding a balance.

NO! Not that type of balance! Light versus dark is not the color scheme of this show. Lee Won still needs bright colors, not dark or muted ones!

Oh Lord stop! This is extreme now, Lee Won! No wonder they are already fighting. Because the issue is Ji Oh is still a Black Brooder and Lee Won is still a Multicolored Menace. Lee Won can't give up all his color, and he has because he feels slightest, so next week, he must get it back.

Then, Lee Won can start over trying to give Ji Oh the calm blue color (by slapping him?! If it works, it works).

So eventually Ji Oh can get to passionate red and properly love Lee Won with all his heart.

Because if even the Black Brooders who just need to exchange one color wait until the LAST DAMN MOMENT to do it! (Waiting until the proposal and the wedding day. Really, you two?!)

So compared to his peers, Ji Oh is doing amazing!

#why r u?#why r u korea #lee won x ji oh #the colors mean things #colored coded boys in love #the color exchange #this black brooders has a tough job #multicolored menace has entered the ring!

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calkale · 1 year

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slimav headcannons? 💞🧸

Anon babe this has been cooking all morning i hope you’re prepared

I feel like i should add like a timeline to this cause its kinda everywhere and im ignoring some of the canon stuff mav did between 86 and tgm, in my head he became a test pilot in like 2006? and thats basically the only thing he does so he can be with slider more and thats around the time ice stopped flying so also when slider became an airline pilot. idk when slider retired or if he even did yet but after mav flew the tgm mission he retired but he does still fly his p51 in airshows and if the navy needs him hes still a civilian test pilot

-They workout together and have a joint playlist (they share headphones idk how it works), mav wears little shorts and big shirts or tank tops and slider wears sweats and tank tops usually. They did matching outfits once and every time they looked at each other they started giggling so they never did it again (on purpose that is)

-mav loves being so small compared to slider, when they hug it makes him feel protected

-after goose died mav didnt really have anyone to talk to (this is before him and slider got together), he couldnt go to carole, he did go to ice a few times but slider became his person, mav grew a lot closer to both of them and they helped him a lot the first few weeks after he lost goose, they were friends for a year or more after this happened and eventually they got together

-mav buys slider flowers, tulips are his favourite

-Slider has a lifted truck (1979 ford f150, red with a white stripe on the side) and he has no running boards/step to fuck with mav (https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMYAhdg7R/)

-slider has ever single bruce springsteen cd in his truck, he keeps them all in a cd book because some of them are signed and he doesnt wanna keep the signed ones in the truck (there's also not enough room to keep ALL the cds in there in their individual cases)

-slider wanted to be an a10 pilot. He was best friends with ice growing up and decided to give up his dream of joining the air force so he could be with ice in the navy, he never told ice this, ice knew slider would've preferred the air force and wanted to be a pilot but he didn't know it was his dream. Mav is one of the few people slider shared this with

-slider leaves the navy once ice stops flying and he becomes an airline pilot, he doesnt work a whole lot so he can spend more time with mav but he loves being an airline pilot

-they got married on a beach in hawaii, at first they didnt know if they wanted to get married (and before 2011 they couldnt), slider had the ring for a year before finally deciding to propose to mav in early 2013 and they got married on valentines day in 2014. it was a small wedding and they both wore all white suits. this is the vibe of the reception: (https://www.instagram.com/p/CoVjzuUg9y-/?igshid=MDM4ZDc5MmU=)

-slider grows a mini mullet after leaving the navy, mav loves to play with his hair, its super soft and curly and he loves running his hands through it

-slider is the little spoon almost always, mav cuddles up to his back like a koala

-slider made fun of goose for wearing hawaiian shirts all the time but after leaving the navy he starts wearing them too (theyre not super vibrant and over the top, he wears a lot of muted or just pastel colours) and mav makes fun of him for it (he thinks its cute)

-slider calls mav babygirl and it makes mav blush SO HARD

-they have a HUGE bed, it was one thing they both agreed on when picking furniture for their house, they needed a big bed because sliders huge and mav sleeps like a starfish half the time

-theyre both morning people but mav is more of a morning person, slider likes to sleep in a little while mav makes him breakfast, after they eat they’ll sit on the deck in the backyard and drink their coffee

-slider took a bartending class and he makes fruity cocktails for mav, every time they go out mav gets a beer or a jack n coke because hes shy, he does love both of those but he also likes “girly drinks” on occasion. Sliders favourite drink is a margarita

-they love going on a hikes together, slider brings a bunch of snacks for mav because mav doesnt like carrying a bag

-idk where their house is but its in a medium sized town/small city? close to mavs hangar, its a medium sized house with a big yard and an in ground pool (that was the one thing slider wanted when they decided to buy a house together), the vibe of their house is similar to their wedding, a lot of colours and they have a lot of plants and flowers. its a two bedroom two bathroom house, the second floor is where the guest bedroom and bathroom are as well as a storage room, their bedroom and bathroom, kitchen and living room are all on the first floor. they have pictures everywhere and looking around their house you can tell exactly what kind of people they are and what they like, it feels like a home.

-slider comes to the hangar a lot and he’ll just hang out on the couch while mav does his thing, sometimes he helps out or works on his truck but he prefers to just watch mav

-slider picks mav up SO MUCH, he’ll throw him over his shoulder, carry him bridal style, give him a piggyback ride

-they build model planes together, they’re both loser plane nerds (so am i, im allowed to say that). Mav gets slider an a10 model for his birthday every year and watches him put it together. they keep their model planes all over the house, some of them are hanging from the ceiling too (slider hung them because mav almost fell off the ladder)

-they have so many little jokes with each other, when they’re out in public they’ll see something that relates to one of them and point it out to each other and they’ll both start laughing and get weird looks from everyone around them

-when slider becomes an airline pilot mav bakes him cookies to take with him, slider would hand them out to the crew on the plane and thats how he want from “big scary navy guy” to an absolute sweetheart, everyone loves him and compliment mavs baking

(im riled up about this rn so im adding my headcanons for their body types too)

when slider was in the navy he was bigger than most of the people there, he had a lot of muscle and not a lot of fat, when he left he did keep up his workout routine and he started eating better because he had more access to food, hes still mostly muscle now but he has a healthy layer of fat on him too.

When mav was younger his mom was a great cook, he loved to help her in the kitchen but after his dad died she just stopped, she barley ate, she did make stuff for mav but never let him help and she didnt make it with love like she would before, she wasnt happy. After she died and when mav was going from foster home to foster home he never had something stable, he had a weird relationship with food, it wasnt bad necessarily, he didnt not like eating, a lot of the time he had to make food for himself but it just wasnt as good as it could be. While in the navy he was average i guess? he had muscle but it wasnt super defined and he wasnt the biggest fan of cardio when he first joined so he did have a little fat. (while being a test pilot you have to be like better than in perfect shape but im ignoring that) he has more muscle than he did before but now that hes not flying in action as much he has more time to get back into cooking and he loves it, it feels like when he was cooking with his mom again and it has a lot to do with slider, slider loves him and he loves the food he makes, mav definitely has a little tummy now and slider loves how soft he is, theyre both still in great shape now, they love working out and being active (in many ways 👀)

also adding nsfw stuff under the cut

-Nsfw-

-mav usually bottoms but they do switch, mav loves watching slider get all worked up because of him, sliders so big and scary to most people and mav loves to take him apart and see slider begging for more underneath him (or on top👀)

-they both LOVE the size difference, it doesnt matter how long theyve been together the way slider towers over mav always gets them both so horny

-mav loves being praised, they both love soft, loving sex and just being sweet with each other, slider will take his time to kiss mavs entire body and mavs adores it

-BUT they love rough and fast sex just as much, mav can be such a brat and slider knows exactly how to put him in his place, he’ll pull his dog tags or his hair

-slider calls mav so many pet names, baby, babygirl, princess, sweetheart, and so on

-sliders dick is definitely long and distinguished (and thick), mavs is a little smaller than average but hes not insecure about it

-they’ve had threesomes with ice many times, ice and slider used to “help each other out” while they were at sea and when slider told mav that he asked if he could watch them sometime. The first time ice fucked slider while mav watched, the next time ice fucked mav and slider fucked mav after. One time for mavs birthday they both fucked him at the same time

-slider loves to feed mav, he gets him chocolate covered strawberries (mavs favourite) and he’ll feed them to mav while he rides him slowly. At their wedding they decided mav would feed slider cake because mav didnt know if he could be normal with slider feeding him cake, they did save a piece for later tho ;)

-mav loves wearing lingerie, he likes being feminized and this took it to a whole other level, slider loves it just as much if not more. The first time mav wore a set he was so shy and cute it made slider lose his mind

-They fucked on a beach during their honeymoon many times, the first time they only had a towel and they got sand everywhere, the next time they brought a blanket

-mav loves sliders hands, he loves when slider grabs his waist because his hands wrap all the way around him

#i project onto mav so hard okay im sorry #I just kept my notes app open all morning #I was gonna keep it going all day but I gotta stop #I have so many thoughts about them im like Val Kilmer daydreaming about icemav but im me daydreaming about slimav #slimav #ron slider kerner #pete maverick mitchell

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aaakikoo · 1 year

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HIS SAFE SPACE

paring -> bakugou katsuki x f!reader

an -> this is the second part, took longer than expected, sorry for the wait, no proof read at the moment!

summary -> bakugou finds you as his safe space and promises he won’t let you go, but what if his family don’t really like you?

warnings -> cussing, down taking, mentions of blood, getting hurt, tell me if I missed anything!

series m.list - pt.2

It’s been two months since the happiest day of your life, so far. Bakugou katsuki, your best friend since the beginning of high school, and your boyfriend after that again, has finally proposed to you two months ago.

You were at your parents house, your dad was printing the wedding invitations to the guests. You and katsuki decided only to invite your families, and all of your friends since high school, in addition to your old teacher Aizawa and All might.

As said, your father was printing the invitations cards, and you and your mom were talking about kinds of food that are going to be served.

“alright so, big wedding cake, along with fancy Italian pasta as the main dish.” Your mom spoke as she wrote it down on a note, “sounds great, and we will have a lot of fruits displayed around, and we will have cupcakes and muffins as well!” You said excitedly as your mom smiled at you and wrote what you said down.

“Alright what about the drinks?” She asked as she looked at you once again, “we’ll have water and different types of champagne I think that should be enough right?” You asked before she nodded for the final time and wrote it on the same note, “alright that’s great so we have a plan for the food, don’t worry about the cake, i know a really good baker.” Your mom spoke as she handed you the note she had written, “show this to katsuki when you get home alright?” She asked before you both heard your father come downstairs to the living area where you and your mom sat.

“Y/n, here are the invitations, 24 in total, 18 for your old classmates, 2 for katsukis parents, 2 for us, and finally 2 for Aizawa and All might.” Your father spoke as he handed you a little bag with the cards inside, “thanks dad, I appreciate you and moms hard work for our sake, and katsuki wanted to thank you both for the tv you bought us.” You said as you hugged your dad quickly.

“no problem darling, tell us when the dinner is, alright?” Your father spoke as he crossed his arms over his chest, right, the dinner you and katsuki talked about, you and Bakugou had thought of taking both your parents out to a restaurant to get them to know each other considering they have never met before.

“Of course dad, it will most likely be this week!” You said as you pecked your mom on the cheek and started walking towards the door, you put on your shoes and opened the door waving goodbye to your parents and leaving.

Once you got home, you yanked off your shoes and headed upstairs to your bedroom, “hi babe, how’s your day off going?” You asked as you saw your boyfriend laying on the bed on his phone, “good, how’s your visit?” He asked as he got up for his bed and walked to you, you handed his the cards your dad had previously printed out and started to undress yourself from the uncomfortable pencil skirt you were wearing.

“What’s this?” He asked, “open it, idiot.” You told him as you unclasped your bra and put on one of your boyfriends large T-shirts, “wedding invitations? Did you buy these?” He asked you with wide eyes, “no you idiot!” You laughed a little bit as you wore your comfiest pair of pants and threw your hair in a pony tail. “my dad printed these for us, he made 24, for the guests.” You told his as you kissed his cheek, “can’t believe he actually did, they look fancy as hell.” Bakugou spoke as he placed down the bag of cards on the nightstand.

“I know right, by the way, I told my dad that the dinner we were thinking of is going to be this week, so you better tell your parents soon.” You said as you started to wipe off your make up. “Alright, what day do you want?” Bakugou asked as he grabbed his phone from his pocket and sat on the floor next to you. “How about we get this over with as fast as possible and make it tomorrow, it’s sunny and it’s both me and your days off.” You spoke quickly, “alright, let me text it to my old hag.” Your boyfriend—fiancé said, but your mind began wandering, are your moms going to get along? Are your dads going to get along? What if they don’t like each other? And what if mitsuki comments about you in front of your family and katsuki.

But before you could continue thinking even more negatively, “ I know your nervous and so am I, but it’s going to be okay, we just have to be positive and hope for the best, alright?” Katsuki said as he tried to assure you, “you’re right.” You said as you smiled at him, “I’m going to take a shower.” Bakugou said as he got up from the floor, he gave you a quick pat on the head, and headed towards your bedrooms bathroom.

You woke the next morning, next to your fiancé, you looked at the clock, and it was 10am, and you had promised the dinner to be at 2pm, panic painted on your face as you began shaking your boyfriend awake.

“Katsuki! Katsuki, wake up!” You shook him, no answer, “baby, we need to get up now or we will be late,” still no answer, you opened the curtains and the covers, “babe, you need to wake up we still gotta eat breakfast.” You started smacking his face gently, “KATSUKI!!!!!!”

You are now giving katsuki the silent treatment after he complained about your loud screaming, the two of you ate breakfast in silence and headed upstairs to get ready, you kicked the man out of the room so you could get ready in peace, you both had already thought of matching your clothing, “baby, can I enter?” You heard Bakugou’s voice from the other side of the door.

“Come in.” You said as you heard the door open, you took a quick look at you ur fiancé and he had actually cleaned up pretty nice, he wore a black button up dressshirt along with black suit pants and dr.martens boots. You could smell his manly cologne from the other side of the room, he was currently fixing his clock, and walking to you at the same time.

You on the other hand, you had your hair in a half ponytail with a white butterfly clip holding your hair up, with white heels and a matte black knee-length dress, with golden jewellery decorating your neck, ears and fingers.

“Come on, baby. We are in this together so don’t be mad okay?” Katsuki said as he wrapped his arms around your waist, “fine but only if you take back what you said about me.” You pouted, “I take it back.”

You both arrived half an hour early at the restaurant, while Katsuki was paying you chose a table on the second floor behind the window, you always thought that eating beside a large glass window was very nice.

“you like Windows, don’t you?” Katsuki said as he sat beside you, “yeah I do.” You answered as you put your hand in his, you both sat on your phones for a little while or chatted together, before your parents arrived at 14:25pm, the second katsuki saw your parents approach he stood up and shook your fathers hand, “good after noon, sir.” your fiancé said with a little smile, “good after noon to you to, son. How are you doing? How’s hero work?” You father asked as your mom took a seat infront of you and your father sat infront of your fiancé.

“My agency is doing very well, we are soon to be Japan most successful hero agency.” Bakugou said as he sat back in his seat, “how are the two of you doing personally?” Your mom asked, “we’re doing good mom.” You told her, “I was asking my son-in-law, y/n, not everything is about you.” Your mom joked as you faked being offended, “we’re doing good, I was being childish this morning but it is nothing special.” Bakugou said as he looked at you while smirking, knowing Damn well he wasn’t talking about himself.

Both your parents and Katsuki had always clicked together very well, but you weren’t worry about that, after a half an hour or so, mitsuki and Masaru arrived at the restaurant, you and your parents stood up to greet them.

“hello, I’m mitsuki Bakugou, and this is my husband masaru we are katsukis parents, nice to meet you mr and mrs, L/N.” Mitsuki said as she bowed down respectfully, “no need to be too formal in front of family!” Your mom said happily, katsuki’s parents sat down and it went quiet for a moment.

“I’m ‘father name’ and this is my wife ‘mother name’ and we are y/n’s parents.” Your dad spoke as he put his arms in a cross like the usual, “we hope to get along considering our daughter and your son are getting married soon.” Your father finally said.

“Of course, we can’t wait to be at their wedding day.” Masaru said as you and katsuki sat in silence. “Maybe they will give us grandchildren soon after that too.” Mitsuki joked as you and Katsuki turned bright red.

“H-how about we order.” You said as you poked katsuki on the arm, “yeah, sure.”

The 6 of you spent about 3-4 hours at restaurant, katsuki had ordered everyone a main meal with a drink and desserts right after. As mentioned Katsuki and your parents got a long well, as well as your dad and Masaru considering they have a similar personality and style, while you noticed that your mom and Mitsuki were usually put in awkward silence after holding a small talk.

The talks that usually went around were, sports, politics, hero work, marriage, your wedding day, and food. Nothing to personal and you had a good feeling about that the day might end good.

And unlike every fairytale story, you were right, the day did end well, well except for your fiancés bank account.

Your parents took off first and said their goodbye’s and soon after katsukis parents were about to leave, but as Masaru was getting in the driver seat, mitsuki stopped and whispered into your ear, “I’ve realised that I might have been to harsh on you without judging you. Can you blame me really? I was trying to the best for my son. However, I’m giving you a new change right now. And you better change my point of view of you.” She simply said and put up a smile and walked to her husbands car. You and Katsuki both waved goodbye and watched them drive off.

“That wasn’t too bad, now, was it?” Katsuki said as he squeezed your hand lightly while walking you to your parked car, “you’re right. Thank you Katsuki.” You said as you have gave him a kiss on his cheek and smiled.

“Y/N!! Please let me come with you!!! Please!!!”your pink best friend whined to you with both her hands clapped infront of you, “alright alright, my mom is tagging along too!” You said as you smiled at her, the two of you were in the nearby park, and when you told your best friend that her explosive friend had proposed to you she couldn’t believe her ears and begged to come choose a dress with you.

“Alright, tomorrow at 2?” You asked while opening the door to your boyfriends car, “right see ya!” She said as she sat on her bike and you jumped in the car greeting your fiancé. “Had fun?” He said as he pecked your cheek, “yep, she was begging me to take her with me and my mom tomorrow.” You told him with a laugh.

“Great, don’t let her opinion take over yours though.” He said as he gruffly moved the steering wheel, “chill out, kats. Mina isn’t so bad and you know that.” You said as you pulled your phone from your purse, “whatever.” Katsuki said. “Oh it looks like I got a message from Kirishima.” You said as you clicked on the message, “from Kaminari, and Sero too.” You said as your phone started to blow up. “From Todoroki, Yaoyorozu, Iida and Midoriya as well, holy shit what the fuck is going on.” You started to panic a little bit.

“Give me this shit,” Bakugou said as he snatched the phone from your hands and began reading the messages,

[ congratulations y/n. please be happy with kacchan, I don’t believe this day has finally come ]

Katsuki read out loud, “who sent that?” You asked, “shitty deku.” He replayed as he stopped at a red light, you quickly snatched your phone back as your phone began exploding with even more notifications,

[ aaaa! My y/n!! Even if your getting married to kacchan I hope we can still be friends without him glaring at me like he wants to eat me! ]

You read out loud with a big laugh at the end, “let me guess, is that Kaminari?” Bakugou questioned with an annoyed expression on his face, “you guessed.” You said, “this one is from Sero.”

[ congratulations y/n. yolo right? so you might as well marry the definition of a death wish. ]

You said as you started laughing again, and katsuki wasn’t haven’t it as he started moving the car again at the green light.

[ congratulations y/n, I really do hope you live happily together with Bakugou. ]

“That one was from Iida, another one from Jirou, and another congratulations from Momo, ooh! And from Kirishima!” You said with a surprise at the end, “read it.” Bakugou said.

“He says, [ congratulations to you y/n, and to bakubro. I can’t believe the two of you are finally getting married, im proud to say that I am the original number one supporter of you two. Also, if you’re wondering how I know about this, even if both and Bakugou haven’t published anything, we’ll for me it was Mina, she told Kaminari and he was probably the one who spread it to the others. ] “

“Mina isn’t so bad, huh?” Katsuki said as he looked at you, “shut up, they were going to know anyways.” You told him while turning away, “what’re we having for dinner today?” You asked him. “Oh I didn’t tell you, but I’m dropping you off at home and I’m going to have dinner at my parents place, they sort of want to spend time with me alone.” He said as he turned the car for the finally time before reaching your home.

“Oh okay, when you coming back, babe?” You asked him, “around 9” he told you while unlocking the car doors, you slowly opened and closed the door and ran to his side of the car, “have fun katsuki, I’ll be waiting for you.” You told him and he nodded slowly before waving and goodbye and driving off.

Now you were alone at your home so you decided to take a shower, do a skincare session, watch a movie and scroll through Pinterest to get some inspirations for your wedding dress, then you remembered that you had some paper work to do, you checked the time. 08:02, you saw that you had gotten a message from your fiancé, you sat on the couch with a cup of coffee, music playing on the tv and papers and your laptop in front of you.

You opened the phone to check the message you had gotten from Katsuki to see,

[ sorry baby, turns out I’ll be sleeping at my parents house tonight, I love you so much, call me if needed, good night. ]

You felt a tiny bit of disappointment running though your chest but you decided to wash it off, after all, it’s only fair that he gets some time to spend with his family alone, you ignored those thoughts and started doing some of the agency’s paper work.

After about 2 hours you decided that it was enough, so you closed your laptop and put your papers back into its folder and turned off the tv, you went upstairs and brushed your teeth before going to bed, though as soon as you were set in your bed you heard shuffling and moving downstairs, you knew that katsuki was at his family’s home so who could it be down there, you activated your quirk, (laser) and headed downstairs slowly and carefully, you stopped at a corner as you felt that the noises were really close, you turn around quickly and to your surprise, katsuki was there.

“Did I scare you?” He asked with a chuckle, “fuck yeah you did.” You said as you inactivated your quirk, “what are you doing here.” You asked as you wrapped your arms around his neck, “it was fun at the beginning we had dinner and I was chit chatting with my parents until like 9, when I found out that my moms sleepover idea was only a way to have me listen to her while she talks about other woman who may be suiting for me, I had a feeling that she didn’t necessarily like you, but she didn’t hate you either, since high school, I never really did anything about it as I thought that she had already stopped but, clearly not, not that she does not approve of our marriage, but, for her, you aren’t exactly the daughter-in-law, she has always dreamed off.” Katsuki said quickly as he shut his mouth at the end, realising that he had stated too much, “did I talk too much? I’m sorry y/n, you don’t have to worry about her, after all you’re marrying me, not her.” He said as he picked you up and headed upstairs, “I knew about this, you don’t have to worry, don’t bother asking me any questions cause I just want to sleep, and I’m not going to bother to hear more about this, especially from you.” You stated sort of harshly as you shut your eyes, katsuki carefully placed you on the bed as he went inside the bathroom to change his clothing, “yes ma’am.”

“Alright, Mina. Act formal okay?” You told your best friend, you knew she isn’t exactly the type to act professional, and right now you really needed her to as you were at the dress store with your mother, “alright let’s enter girls.”

The second you walked in you were met with a beautiful young woman, “this way please!” She lead the three of you to an expensive looking couch as she brought her iPad.

“What are you ladies looking for today?” She asked sweetly, “my daughter here, she’s getting married so we are looking for a wedding dress.” Your mom spoke, “lovely, here are the option.” She said as she flipped her to face the three of you, “you have the slim wedding dress, Poofy, mermaid style, and many others, what would you like?” The woman asked you, “how about we try poofy?” You asked, “no problem, here are the poofy dress options! tight around the waist, princess poofy dress, strapless poofy dress?” Long story short the list went on and on!

You walked out the fitting room to reveal the dress to your mother and best friend when they both gasped and the woman smiled to her self. “It’s perfect!” - the wedding dress

It’s now about 3 weeks left till your wedding day, the dress was at place, katsukis suit was at place, the invitations were already sent to the guests, and cake was under the process and katsuki was being annoying again. “Let me see it y/n!!!” You fiancé jokingly yelled at you, “no way katsuki! You’re not allowed!” You said before you pushed him off of you. “Fine.” He grumpily said and walked away like a toddler. “Whatever I’m going shopping with my dad. Want anything?” He asked you, “I want cake, bring me cheesecake.” You said as you smiled innocently at him. “Idiot, fine I’ll bring you your damn cake.” He said before patting your head and heading downstairs. You quickly followed him to the door and kissed his cheek, “I’ll be back soon, call me if you need me. Bye bye.” He said before kissing your cheek and walking out the door.

In reality Bakugou was out to find the perfect wedding ring for you, he met up with Masaru at the mall, and went to the grocery store to buy the necessities, katsuki bought himself a new pair of pants before heading to the pastry store, to buy you a cheese cake, and pick up the wedding cake, katsuki walked to the cashier and asked him for cake before giving him his name and phone number, the worker slowly after came back with a big package and handed it to Bakugou. Before he handed it to his dad, Bakugou shortly after paid and they both left, to find the car in the parking lot, “dad stay in the car for a little I’ll be back soon.” Bakugou told his dad before he gave him the car keys and left.

Katsuki walked into the expensive jewellery store and headed straight to the rings section, he scanned every ring with his red eyes, until his eyes landed on a specific ring, he picked it up between his rough fingers and set it straight under the light, ‘it looks beautiful’ he thought. Before picking up a masculine looking ring that he thought matched perfectly with yours and headed to the cashier to pay from his credit card- we love a rich man.

He shortly after walked back to the car and drove his father back home, and after his dad was at home he got a call from you. He stopped at the red light before he picked up his phone, “hey babe.” He said calmly before he noticed your panicking voice, “katsuki! I think a villain broke into our house, he broke a window and I don’t know where he is. I’ve tried using my quirk but I’m afraid I’ll cause more damage since I am not able to see him. Come home quickly.” You spit out, he noticed the quick breathing in your voice before he said, “alright I’ll be there!” He said before he hung up and drive as fast as he could when the lights turned green.

He parked at the house parking space and ran inside to see that not one, not two, but three glass windows were broken, dust everywhere, and blood! ‘Fuck’ he thought before he started searching for you, “y/n!!” He ran upstairs. “Y/N!!! WHERE ARE YOU?” He yelled and quickly activated his quirk, he searched every corner of the house before he ran inside the bathroom to see you unconscious on the floor, the villain with its ugly long green tongue out, his yellow king nails setting on your skin, he looked like he was about to bite your face off before katsuki blew an explosion into his face, he hgave him multiple punches on his face and stomach before he completely knocked him out.

After everything, he called the police and a professional cleaning team, and police arrived first to the scene and arrested the villain while the clean team arrived around 30 minutes after and began cleaning the first floor while you were upstairs with your fiancé, “y/n.. babe. Are you okay?” Katsuki asked as he lowered his ears to your chest, your heart was still beating and you were still warm, he plopped the two of you in the bathtub for a quick shower to clean off the blood and dust, slowly after he got up with in his arms, he put on clean clothing for the two of you as he gently set on the bed and headed down to the cleaning team.

“Dynamite, sir. The dust is all cleaned up, the windows are repaired and everything is sparkling clean. We hoped we satisfied you with our service.” The man said before bowing down infront of the explosive hero. “I am very satisfied, thank you so much, everyone is dismissed.” Katsuki said before handing a stock of money to the guy. The man bowed again and nodded to his teammates singling that they are taking their leave.

Bakugou walked up again to your bedroom, he opened the door to see you sitting there completely oblivious, “y/n. Babe. Are you okay?” He said as he ran to you. “Katsuki!” You yelled as you ran to him, and hugged him tightly, “I was so scared!” You told him as you began crying into his chest. “I’m sorry babe, I got here as fast as I could.” He told you before he picked you up and placed you on the bed before he slide behind you. “Shh..it’s okay.” Katsuki told you before patting your head.

The two of you stayed like that for around 40 minutes, talking and chit chatting about your future while eating that damn cheesecake.

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valyalyon · 1 month

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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.

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Negan x Reader - To Stay Or To Go?

Yes it has been about a year since I last posted a Negan story - I'm sorry!

I know this story isn't the best but I hope you all enjoy this!💛

And yes I will be writing a part 2!

A sigh slipped past Y/n's lips when she heard a knock at the door; her best friend and bridesmaid, Kass, had gone out to fetch the curling tongs from her room, seen as Y/ns decided to break, today of all days.

'Could she cancel a wedding because of broken curling tongs?' she thought to herself.

“It’s open,” Y/n called out; as she stared at the dress that was hung up against the wardrobe at the back of the room.

Anxiety consuming her.

The hours were going by so quickly and yet there were still two hours before her wedding.

Her wedding…the idea still sounded bizarre.

Part of her did love the man she was marrying today; Y/f/n; he was funny, thoughtful, kind, caring and the sex between them was certainly better than sex she’d had with most people.

Most people in her position would be jumping up and down with excitement if he proposed to them; but even though Y/n pretended to be happy, she wasn’t.

Not really.

But she also didn’t want to break Y/f/ns heart or embarrass him; how could she say no without doing both of those things when he proposed to her in the middle of dinner while they were sitting in an extremely busy restaurant?

Everyone’s eyes were on her, expectantly, forcing the word yes to fall from her lips; and then it was like she just got caught up in this whirlwind and couldn’t get out.

And the one thing that held her back from loving the man she was marrying today, was something neither of them could ever change; he wasn’t Negan....

“How you feeling, sweetheart?”

The unexpected deep voice snapped Y/n out of her thoughts.

She wanted to turn around; to see if the owner of the familiar voice was really here; but she couldn’t bring herself to do so.

She was frozen on the spot, trying to work out if somehow she’d become a witch and teleported the

man her heart truly desired here.

He couldn’t be here?

How did he even know she was here?

There were so many questions that just didn’t make sense that she was sure she must’ve made up the whole scenario in her head; probably a warning from her heart to stop the wedding from happening.

To run.

“You not even gonna look at me, doll?” Negan asked, humor lightly lacing his voice. But Y/n did not move. She stayed frozen in the same spot.

“You’re not real,” she breathed; her mind continuously repeating those very words, over and over again.

“Oh trust me, sweetheart, I’m fucking real,”

“You can’t be,”

She kept telling herself that he couldn’t be real; but deep down she didn’t know what she’d do if he was real.

They didn’t have a horrible break up or anything like that, quite often Y/n wished they had broken up over something awful, that way maybe she wouldn’t still love him.

No, their breakup was the cliche of the right person, wrong time.

“Turn around,” he demanded softly; so she did, if only to prove to herself that he was just a figment of her imagination.

And there he was. Standing there in his same old classic look, a white shirt covered by a leather jacket, black jeans and black boots. He looked like he hadn’t aged at all since the last time she’d seen him; though the black circles under his eyes were darker than she’d ever seen them. A clear sign that he wasn’t sleeping properly.

The same look he practically always wore.

“C’mere,” he whispered, and it was like her body had a mind of its own because before she could even stop herself , she was wrapped up in his embrace.

One arm wrapped around her waist whilst the other was soothingly stroking the top of her head.

It felt like no time had passed even though five years had flown by since we last saw each other.

And still after all that time he felt like home.

She didn’t know how long she stayed like that with him but it was certainly longer than she should have.

“See, told you I was real,” he chuckled lightly, as he pulled her closer.

“What are you doing here?” Y/n mumbled against his chest, taking in the moment…taking in him, like he was going to vanish at any given moment.

“Kass called me,” he replied; making Y/n look up at him with a questionable look.

“She wants me to talk you out of getting married,”

Y/n knew Kass wasn’t happy about you getting married to Y/f/n; mainly because she could see that Y/n wasn’t truly happy with him. She wasn’t truly in love with him.

Kass had been trying to talk her out of this wedding for months; but Y/n just simply brushed off her comments.

“But I’m not gonna do that, sweetheart,” Negan stated, the words practically burning in his throat. He pulled back from Y/n slightly so his hand could move from the back of her head to her face, allowing him to caress her cheek as Y/n's eyes grew in confusion.

If he wasn’t going to do that then why was he here?

“You don’t need me to tell you this is a shit show of a wedding, by the look on your face you already know that,” he continued, making sure to hold her eye contact.

Negan didn’t want Y/f/n and Y/n to get married; why would he?

He still loved Y/n. He never stopped.

But this wasn’t his decision to make, it was Y/ns, it was always Y/ns.

“But I am gonna give you this,” as he said that he pulled away from her a little bit more before pulling out a key from his back pocket with a little post it note attached to it; and placing it carefully in her hand, “It’s a key to a hotel outta town, that’s the address for it.”

Y/n felt her heart stop as she glanced down at the key before looking back up at Negan.

“It’s for if you decide to leave,” he continued, with a softness in his eyes.

“Negan-”

“I won’t be there, not unless you want me to be,” as the words left his lips a cocky smirk tugged at the side of his mouth as he squeezed Y/n's hand.

She should’ve given him back the key; and told him that she was happy.

But that was a lie. But even though it was a lie she didn’t want to let anyone down or hurt Y/f/n because he didn’t deserve to be hurt.

Before she could say or do anything he pressed a delicate kiss to the side of her head before disappearing behind the door he’d entered from.

Leaving Y/n, alone, left with some difficult decisions.

Did she stay and marry Y/f/n or become a runaway bride?

And if she did run away from this marriage, what did that mean for her and Negan?

Years ago he was the right person at the wrong time; what if now he was the right person at the right time….

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