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slippinninque · 12 days

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🫣🍑Private Dancer🍑🫣

Or: You discover another half to the secret you thought you were keeping

Fontaine x blackfemreader

Warnings: MINORS DNI, cursing, use of the n-word, mentions of smoking/weed, P-in-V, mentions of insecurity, long fic

Truth was, you were a secret shaker.

A tentative twerker. An apprehensive ass-thrower. Your waist whined when being perceived directly and not in a good way. Not only did you decline to throw ass in public, you will also turn away any offers to catch it.

You learned chorography to your favorite sounds, bounced around your living room as you folded clothes. Recorded dance challenges and deleted them a few hours later. You were your very own Stallion behind closed doors.

When you were alone, though...

It took only a handful of awkward encounters and an asshole ex-boyfriend suggesting you 'stand to the side' for you to be determined to find your rhythm.

Looking up tips online and went to any beginner's classes you could find in the area. Ballroom, salsa, the pole--it all helped you understand your body outside of what it looked like. It was about what you trained it to do, what you wanted it to do.

Investing in a really good floor length mirror was the last puzzle piece you needed to really find your beat. From there on, you and the mirror were lovers.

Only your small circle of friends knew. That was thanks to enough years of trust and tequila, leading to wild nights at house parties with the radio cranked high.

You eventually learned that it was nothing to be ashamed of. It's not like it kept you away from fun or being included in the antics. If you went out with the ladies, you hyped them and kept a cute lil' two step. You held the title of Camerawoman with pride and your background cackles were famous in the group chat.

The booty wouldn't boogie with anyone else around and it's been that way for years.

It was your own little secret. No one had to know everything and you babbled enough as it was. If anyone cared to stare hard enough to a deserted, dark corner of the house--then maybe they could catch a glimpse.

The sway-snap of your hips, falling beautifully with every beat that you heard. How your hair gleamed, the way your smile swelled with the change of the songs.

Your entire body sang a song.

At least, that's what Fontaine thought when he first spotted you.

Of course you never knew he saw you. Even after the reciprocated confessions and hot-n-heavy honeymoon phase, you thought you went unseen.

Fontaine took your secret for his own, delighting in your shadow shows on the rare occasions you came out to play.

Fontaine could wait and if you had to feel alone to feel secure, then so be it. He used his admiration and desire to touch you, to be a proper witness.

Just being near you was more then enough, it would have been ungrateful to be so greedy.

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You screamed when you saw him standing there.

The earbuds went off into the wilds of the kitchen, one skittering beneath the fridge.

Fontaine's eyes were popped wide but didn't seem remorseful for scaring your soul to the heavens.

"I thought you heard me when I came in." Fontaine hung up his keys before going in search of your earbuds. You watched after him, mortified.

You were just really into organizing the lower pantry. Lost in shaking your ass with one hand braced on the red potatoes and the other searching for the brown potatoes to put them back in their proper spot.

When you turned to grab the few 'taters that eacaped, you saw your man standing a few feet away from you with his arms crossed and head tilted.

How long has he been here?

Oh god, you have never danced for him. You have never danced in front of him--you weren't even serious. There wasn't a problem with you shimmying to the beat in his lap at a function or waving from your hips up while riding in the car to some jams.

This was different.

"Hey, hey--whatcha curling up for? C'mon now, I already know you can move."

"It-- that, um, I-I'm not that good, so, y'know..."

Fontaine pocketed your traumatized earbuds and kissed your hands until you inched them away enough for him to see your worried gaze. He tutted quietly, taking your hands into his and kissing your knuckles.

"What matters to me is what makes you feel good, baby." His voice rolled into a purr as he continued, "Lucky me that you look so fine when you do."

You wriggled as your shyness battled against the excitement of having Fontaine looking at you the way he was.

"So I don't look.... awkward? Do I have enough stuff to make it look good?"

"Wasn't nothing awkward 'bout how you were throwin' that, trust me."

Fontaine's hands went down and grabbed two handfuls of your ass. His palms were warm and wide as he kneaded, bringing you even closer to him as you went to your tiptoes. He hooked his chin over your shoulder with a happy little him, distracted by you but only for only a moment more.

"Hold up, whatchu mean by 'enough stuff' ?"

You shrugged and decided not to answer. The truth of past insecurities felt redundant and you rather liked the way Fontaine was making you feel at the moment.

Fontaine grunted, giving you another squeeze before pulling back a bit to look into you square in the eyes.

"Look here-- I'm in love with all this right here, so I'm rockin' with you regardless of what you can make it do. Don't matter if you think you ain't got enough, shit, it's enough fo', me. Understand?"

His words worked out the few kinks in your heart, aches you grown used to and ignored when they flared. You nodded more confidently and only then did Fontaine lighten his hold on you, nodding back.

No telling how long Fontaine was standing there and if you never turned around-- you would have been none the wiser. How many times has he been there? Letting you have yourself, taking only a moment for himself as he had that smile on his face.

It was the same smile he had when he took away the shea butter to rub you down himself. Or similar to the smirk on his face when following after you to the bedroom after you talked a bit too much shit.

Your shoulders dropped as you fully relaxed into his hold. The burning embarrassment in your stomach churned into smooth, seamless and leaving you suddenly eager.

"So, tell me what a nigga gotta do to get a private dance from yo' pretty self?"

His hands helped themselves to another handful, this time spreading to touch between your legs. There was promise in his eyes and you knew you only needed to say yes.

You twist away from him enough to pluck your phone from the counter, sliding through a few songs before settling on something with drums and bass. The speakers pulsed and you began backing Fontaine out of the kitchen and into the living room.

He let you push him to sit in the recliner and he made an appreciative sound at the way you leaned in, pressing a kiss to his lips. It evolved, going deeper until you pulled away with a protesting noise from Fontaine.

"That's the only touching you gonna get from me right now."

"Oh, word?"

"You're going to distract me enough as it is." You said, stepping away from him and stretching your arms over your head.

"Bold as hell to call me a distraction." Fontaine's brows rose as he leaned back to make himself comfortable, "Lookin' at me with them eyes..."

His eyes hooked onto your hips. You stretched, teasingly bending over and holding onto your ankles as you gave a cute lil' shake, looking over your shoulder coyly .

"What can I use to look if it ain't my eyes?" You asked, "How am I supposed to see you?"

"Don't worry 'bout what you see back here, act like a nigga ain't even here."

"Oh, that's impossible now. You still make me feel so shy..."

Fontaine snorted and your gave a giddy smile in return.

What you wore was actually perfect. Tiny shorts and cami, perfect for when you were bounding around to clean house. Just what you needed for you to do a little Bend n' Snap for your man.

The music changed and you looked over at him in surprise, he held your phone but watched you with a mischief. Reaching for the little, polka dotted stash jar you left on the coffee table to pull out a blunt to wag at you.

"Go on, show me what you got fo' me."

Waiting until he fired up, you sauntered closer and tied up the front of your already teeny tank. Fontaine's eyes honed in to your nipples, distracted as he took a drag. When his fingers crooked, you leaned in enough and pursed your lips.

Fontaine blew a strong stream that you breathed in and held. You held as long as you could before releasing the smoke a final time into the air.

Fontaine's blunts were no-nonsense, where he still rolled with leaves rather than the papers you preferred. It felt like a straight shot to the head, the smoke lifting all the chatter in your mind to leave you swirling in electric eagerness.

Without further ado, you showed him what you could do.

Your hands braced on your knees, clasped above your head, went down to touch your toes. You rolled your stomach and snapped your hips mouthing the words to Fontaine as you fully felt yourself. You extended your arms and tried to be as dramatically sexy as possible. Touching all of Fontaine's favorite places yourself, pushing up your breast and skimming your hand between your legs for him to see.

Fontaine was a chaotic DJ as he flipped through your playlist. He went from instrumentals filled with nothing but baselines and adlibs, to Glorilla to Megan Thee Stallion to Trina. Whistling at every peek of cheek and nip, calling out to see the 'pretty lady' when you coyly fanned your legs at him from the floor.

When you got down on your hands and knees, you felt a smack against your cheeks hard enough to snap your illusion. You leaned onto your forearms, ass up in the air, and broke into laughter as more bills rained down. It was like a confetti canon was let off or someone hit the Golden Button for you.

"That felt personal." You said over your shoulder at where Fontaine sent another fan of bills into the air, "You tryin' to tell me something?"

"Yeah--to bring that ass over here so I can get my hands on you," Fontaine patted his thigh, "Thought this was gonna be a lap dance..."

"Private does not mean lap." You sniffed. Honestly, you weren't sure because you've never been to a strip club but with the way he was throwing bills--the living room was cosplaying as a VIP section at King of Diamonds.

You took your time in coming closer, wondering if you could skip on singles before Fontaine snatched you right up when you were close enough.

"This is too much! When did you even have time to take out all these damn dollars?"

"I been waiting on this, baby. Shit, I woulda threw gold if it ain't' hurt..."

You laughed and looked around at the singles carpeting your floor in disbelief, it's like you had a new rug installed! There were dollars all overt the coffee table and even some fluttered over to coat the entertainment center. Was there a dollar up in the light fixture? Was that a fire hazard?

Fontaine's teeth nipped at your earlobe, turning your next remark into soft moan. His hand ran up to cup your neck, breathing you in with a hungry hum.

His voice was all smoke and honey, "This is all well an' good, but I think I'm feeling a certain type of way..."

"Is it the horny way?"

Your cheekiness got you mean little pinch to your sensitive nipples. Jolting only pushed you closer to his greedy hands. It was his turn to touch. He plucked and twisted your nipples, making you mewl and melt into his touch. You ground down into his lap where you felt he needed you most, making him sigh into your ear.

"Gonna be the death of me, ain't ya?" Fontaine husked, "Here lies 'Taine, bust so hard he went on to glory. He leaves everything to his pretty-booty havin' lady."

"What if I promise to shake somethin' on your grave, would that be better--no biting!"

Fontaine growled something into the mouthful of shoulder he had, shaking his head gently and making you squeal and scrunch up to try and escape.

Still warm from being in the spotlight of Fontaine's attention and the pulsing music, your head swam with delight. It felt like victory. You turned and kissed at the side of his face before your lips met.

When your grinding became more insistent, Fontaine leaned back with his lip caught between his teeth.

Allowing yourself to be admired and seen was like nothing else. Fontaine has always shown nothing but devotion to you but you still felt like he was...just being nice. You were holding yourself back from assumed disappointment but this whole time he's been waiting on you.

Talk about blocking your blessings...

"That's what I'm talkin' about. Show me how you feel."

You looked over you shoulder, holding his hands against your breast as you rode in his lap. Fontaine hissed, one of his hands quickly escaped to clasp around your hips to grind up into you.

Leaning forward enough on your hands, your delicates went directly in his face as you tugged at his pant leg pointedly. Fontaine ignored your impatience and ran a hand over you, from between your shoulders down to the backs of your thighs.

You could hear him popping the button on his jeans and the rattle of his belt.

"How bad you want it, pretty?"

"Bad, real bad."

"'Do anything fo' it' bad?"

" 'Let you do anything to me' bad."

It happened fast after that, Fontaine righted you in his lap enough for him to press into your pussy. The stretch dropped your mouth open and Fontaine groaned at how wet you already were.

LOW started and you bounced to the beat, grinning dopily up at the ceiling at the feel of him hitting all your good spots. Your shorts provided a wonderful friction against your clit from how Fontaine shoved the fabric aside to let himself in.

It felt so naughty. To fuck on Fontaine like you were starved for him to the music rattling your walls. The thrill twisted with desire in your stomach, hurtling you faster and faster to your peek.

Suddenly more bills rained down and paired with Fontaine's laugh, more lust than amusement--it pushed you over the edge.

"Thta's it, I feel you, g'on and get yo' shit. Can't believe yo' pretty ass was shy..."

Fontaine took over. A bruising grip onto your hips, tipped you back into his chest as he thrust up into you in earnest.

"Puttin' that shit on me heavy, acting like you don't know what you do to me." Fontaine found a few singles that were being crumpled between you and pressed them to your dewy, lower back.

"Shieet, looks better than money. Wish you can see as much as yo' ass feel it, fuck." He gave your ass slap, you called out as you came. It felt like fire shot through you, leaving you reaching for any bit of him to clutch.

Between the music still going and Fontaine handling you so well, the sensations left you gasping. Legs burning and head filled with needy thoughts, you protested when Fontaine stopped your bouncing and maneuvered you until he slid free.

"Oh, show ain't over yet--you feel me?"

You did. Fontaine was heavy and hot where he tapped all over your ass, leaving kisses of wet spots. It filled you with a flash of pride or maybe even possessiveness. Craining your neck, you did you best to get a glimpse but Fontaine hand cupped your neck licked the shell of your ear.

"Yeah, that's you gettin' all over me. Tryna make me messy just how you like it, huh?"

He hissed when you writhed in his lap, ghost riding his dick until he gave you a little push to stand. Your mouth dropped open to whine but Fontaine turned you towards the middle of the room.

"Show me how you want it."

Fontaine held himself tight at the base, his lips lax enough for his gold to wink in the lamp light.

As gracefully as you could--you went down onto your knees before lying back to put your legs in the air. You rolled over in the blanket of dollars, wriggling down your shorts to one ankle until you could flick them away.

Fontaine grinned down at you, kneeling to slot his palm into the arch of your foot, his other hand stroking himself.

Fontaine moved your other thigh to the side around his hip, leaving you spread completely. You were still working, still giving him a show, but you couldn't bear to keep your hands off of him.

He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, eyes fixed to where his dick bumped against your mound.

"Prettiest thing touchin' soil and you think it ain't enough..."

"Hurry up, Mr. Lapdance--the show ends when the music does."

When you hand ran under his shirt, Fontaine tugged it over his head swiftly and much to your delight. The sight of his broad chest and delicious skin made you all the more impatient.

Fontaine's eyes flashed.

The image formed in your mind was electric. Pretending to be a little Stallion and running into a hungry handed, greedy eyed Fontaine in low strobe lights.

"You lucky we ain't meet like that. D'you wanna know what I would do if you showed out like that on a pole?

Not knowing just what he had in store for you as you led him to the privacy booths--intent on earning his attention.

When you licked your lips, Fontaine groaned softly, you smiled at him.

What's another little secret?

Pressing into your heat, Fontaine grumbled something about Home Depot.

"I did take a few classes, if you ever wanna see ahn--!"

Drunk on pleasure, you could only cry out as Fontaine chased his thoughts out loud. The change in position, with him looming above you muttering filthy promises--it was too much for you.

"Shouldn't have told me that, now I gotta put a stage in here somewhere in this bitch..."

"O-Oh fuck, 'Taine!"

He froze to watch your eyes roll close as you shook apart beneath him with a sob. Fontaine lowered himself to bracket you between his forearms to kiss you, swallowing your moans. His hips snapped, lost rhythm and then he was coming with satisfied growl.

That was it. You were dead. Your very soul leaked onto his thighs and the carpet below.

'Here lies me, twerked too close to the sun...'

Fontaine releases a heavy, satisfied hum into your ear as he finally collapsed onto you. It should have been stifling and your knew your legs would be useless for the next while, but all you could do was grin at the feel of the dollar bill stuck to his shoulder.

What a way to go....

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When the playlist finally ended, the silence found you both covered in sweat and dollar bills. Fontaine rubbed a loc of your hair between his fingers and you rested your eyes--head on his shoulder. Your hand wandering aimlessly across his chest as you began to doze.

He tugged gently to get your attention, "Want you to do me a favor."

"Mn. If it involves moving, you gotta pay me."

Fontaine snorted and flicked away the bill stuck to the thigh you've strewn across him. You shrugged a shoulder with a lifted brow, you got me there.

He continued, "If you can help it...I'd like for you not to hide from me anymore."

The change in his tone had you searching for his gaze and of course it was already on you. Fontaine took your hand in his, turning yours until he held it in his open palm.

"I...okay. I can do that for you."

You weren't ready to talk about the past and trying to make sense of your complicated feelings of being perceived. Something told you that it wasn't the time, maybe it was you hiding again, but at least Fontaine took your words earnestly.

He kissed your hand once, twice before leaning his head back and closing his eyes as he went back to playing with your locs.

"Oouf you are terrible." You hid your face into his neck, "But once my legs come back online, you're in trouble."

"Good..and no more watchin' Baddies. Watching them girls fucks wit' your disposition," Fontaine reached for a handful of bills to sprinkle all over you, "You wanna be a Stallion? Lemme know and I'll give you a ride."

Fontaine patted your ass, "Can't threaten me with good troubles, baby."

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ending notes: thank you so much for reading! It's a long one but the idea wouldn't leave me alone! Might need some tweaking and editing since it's another Before Work Drop lmao! Please tell me what you think and what other things I should try, don't be shy! Comment and reblog please! 💕🥰💜

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withleeknow · 4 months

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like you used to.

pairing: chan x reader genre/warnings: established relationship, angst word count: 0.6k note: "things i wish you'd said" for the fellow wifeu hehhehhehe. first bang chan piece, people !!

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you remember when things were good.

now, you can only hope for a fraction of how they used to be. you don't even dare to ask for good again. you just want things to be better.

the way that everything is now - you don't know if it's right to label it bad. it's just... stagnant. lethargic. lifeless and on the verge of becoming unrevivable.

chan used to put you first, or at least, he would always make you feel like you were the center of his universe. when you'd first gotten together, the honeymoon phase seemed to last forever. you revolved around each other the way that everything in the solar system revolves around the sun. constant. a fact of life.

which is to say that the love was always endless. unwavering. persevering and true.

you could always feel the efforts he put in to prioritize your relationship. starting every morning with an i love you and ending the day the same way. staying on the phone for entire evenings whenever he had to be away. showering you with flowers and adorable small gifts any chance he got because he knew you didn't like extravagant things. running through the streets in the rain, giggling like a couple of fools utterly in love. spending hours talking and stargazing until the night faded away and you couldn't even see the stars anymore.

you were perfect together, perfect for each other.

what happened? what went wrong?

when did he start slipping away?

the i love you's don't sound the same anymore. when he gets into bed at night and presses a half-hearted kiss to your forehead, those three words feel like an obligation that he says just for the sake of upholding it.

no "just five, ten, fifteen more minutes!" when he wakes up in the morning and wraps his arms around you tightly for some extra cuddling time, peppering you with kisses on any exposed skin that he could find. instead, chan opts to desert the warmth of your side moments after his alarm rings. no lingering touches on your body before he leaves. just his fingertips ghosting on your back as if to quietly say "good morning, i'm going now".

it's a feeling that you can't quite describe even if someone asks you to - seeing the person you love the most fade away day by day, in front of your very eyes.

he's the last person you would expect this from.

the hardest thing to accept is that nothing happened. nothing went wrong. there's no one at fault, nothing to pin the blame on. love just went cold, and it's one of the saddest things that you and him will ever go through.

because your fire is still burning, not flickering even once while his love has been reduced to embers and you're helpless; you can't do anything to stop it from going out completely and turning frigid. because he's still the love of your life, even if you aren't the love of his anymore.

there are so many things that you wish you could tell him, so many things that you wish he would say to you.

tell me you want me and mean it.

kiss me like you did the first time under that shitty street light near the corner of my old apartment. it was dark and freezing, but we were so happy then, weren't we?

you don't have to love me forever like you once promised you would. just... love me. love me again.

because when he comes home and greets you with a smile - an empty one - that doesn't make his eyes light up like they used to, you know that the clock is ticking faster; time is cruel and time is running out.

you wish he would.

but you know he won't.

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 7 months

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I GOT SO EXCITED WHEN YOU OPENED YOUR REQUESTS!!! can i request a pietro fic where him and the reader are both avengers and they are best friends, but the reader has the biggest crush on him (she manages how to hide well) and they get assigned to a mission in hawaii and have to pretend that they're married and are there for their honeymoon? and that pretending to be the reader's husband and doing everything together like a couple made pietro realize that he also had feelings for her. one day they both go to a restaurant and have some drinks and he builds enough courage to finally kiss her (in the rain😼)

(i know it's cheesy but i just love the idea😭😭 and also, sorry if there's any mistakes, english isn't my first language hahah)

hii!! omg I love this and cheesy things hehe!! and don’t worry, your english was great! apologies, I had a nightmare writing this, I finished writing it then went to edit the next day to find chunks of my paragraphs were missing :(( but thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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fake dating

pietro maximoff x fem!reader

word count: 811

✧.┊ MASTERLIST

As you and Pietro are the two youngest members on the team -with the exception of Peter- you were often paired together for lots of missions. Being best friends had its perks, especially for trips away where it was just the two of you.

You were both assigned to Hawaii to "collect intel", as Cap lightly put it. The pair of you undercover: smitten newlyweds on your honeymoon. Usually, you weren't a fan of these kinds of aliases, but this was different- it was with Pietro.

It allowed you to tap into your true and hidden romantic feelings towards him without over-complicating everything. Fake dating was like a compromise to you. It felt like it gave you a brief chance to date him without the consequence of doing the real thing.

The moment you boarded the plane, the mission began, and you were all over Pietro- leaning into him and stroking his arm, giggling at his jokes and sharing stories with the elderly lady beside you.

It all felt natural, and you didn't know where to draw the line. You admit you may have gotten a little carried away, but you couldn't help it- it just felt so right to date Pietro, like you could finally be your true self without keeping a part of you locked away.

The first several days of the trip went smoothly, completing all tasks assigned within the first few hours of the day, leaving you both together for many hours doing touristy things.

Each day was slightly different- snorkelling in the ocean for one and eating lunch with the locals for another. You both wanted to make the most of your 'vacation,' so you chose activities you couldn't do anywhere else, nor would you have time for otherwise.

As the days progressed, so did things with you and Pietro. You would find yourselves flirting and touching with no one around- no one to prove things to. He grew more comfortable being romantic with you, a lingering touch to your hand or a soft smile when you speak- just small and possibly inconsequential moments that felt too sincere to be fake.

Today was the last night of the trip before heading home in the morning, so you and Pietro decided to have dinner at your favourite quaint restaurant on the beach, much like a final farewell to the town you both grew to adore.

Everything was perfect- the scenery, the food, the company, even. It was the best end to an already great trip.

By now, you were on your final course of the night, sharing a desert as you chatted in your usual friendly way.

You sit up straight, pointing the spoon at him. "You suit it,"

His head cocks to the side, evidently confused. "Suit, what?"

"Y'know... the sun— being away. You seem happy," you smile, placing your spoon aside. "Haven't seen you like it for a while." You shrug, glancing out into the ocean to avoid his fixed gaze.

"I do?" he grins, pointing the spoon at you like you did him. "Same with you... it's nice to see."

"Maybe it's the company," your smile widens, turning back to face him.

He chuckles, itching his foot closer to yours under the table, slyly bumping into it. "Maybe."

After dinner and more drinks, you find your tipsy selves on the beach, sitting in the sand, huddled together under a blanket to keep warm. Pietro's arm draped over your shoulder, holding you close to him as you look out into the ocean. It all felt so familiar, like second nature- as if this was how it should be between you.

Sure, you've cuddled like this many times before, but this was not like those times- this was different. It was intimate- sincere. Pietro pulls away, glancing over your face as a gentle smile forms, watching the way yours mirrors his.

"Looks like it's gonna rain," you divert, suddenly aware of how real this all feels between you.

He hums weakly, his smile faltering as he slowly leans towards you, his low gaze focused on your lips.

"Might storm," you whisper, adding.

"Mh-hm," he softly replies, almost as if he wasn't paying attention. He slips his hand up to cup the side of your face, his palm resting on your jaw, guiding you closer.

"It might—"

He cuts you off with a small shush, quietening your blabbering mind before brushing his lips over yours, kissing you soft and sweetly. It felt like months of repressed longing poured into a single, beautiful moment. A moment you've long been yearning for.

As you pull away from one another, you wish you could stay here forever. Stay in paradise.

But as much as you hated to think about it, you'd be leaving tomorrow, and all you could think about was how things would be when you go back home.

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d1xonss · 25 days

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Desert Rose

Chapter 43 ~ The Honeymoon Phase

✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Rose

✧ Era : Season 4

✧ Word Count : 4k

In this chapter ~ After spending a blissful night in the small cabin, officially signifying their love for each other, Daryl and Rose ultimately head back to the prison to share the news with the people they loved dearly. But that’s not all as Daryl seems to surprise her with one last thing.

The sun shining directly on my face is what rudely woke me up from the deep slumber I was embedded in, scrunching my face up in annoyance as it shone brightly over my eyes. A groan escaped my lips as I slowly peeled my eyes open to glance around the room, nearly shooting out of bed the second I didn't recognize my surroundings. But then I felt a pair of strong arms tighten around my waist and a certain feeling on my ring finger, the memories then flooding back in.

A smile stretched across my face at the events of yesterday still replaying freshly in my mind, but it slowly dropped at the thought of having to head back today. A selfish part of me never wanted this to end, just to stay out here for as long as we wanted, letting them think we went missing for however long. It didn't matter to me. I was happy.

I could hear Daryl's heavy breathing from behind me and I closed my eyes again in content, beginning to run my fingers up and down his arm, tracing soft patterns against his skin. My body instantly moved back closer to him, craving the warmth he provided as the cold air around the cabin began to hit my slightly exposed arms. I silently wished I could stay in this moment forever. But then it hit me that the memory wouldn't be as special in the end, so I decided to savor every moment instead.

Only a few minutes of silence passed, before I slowly felt the man behind me adjust his position as he woke, moving his mouth down to trail kisses over my neck.

"Goodmornin, Mrs. Dixon." he spoke sweetly, his voice thick and gravely. One of my favorite sounds in the entire world.

I hummed with a small smile, "Goodmorning, Mr. Dixon." I breathed, bringing his hand up to my lips, kissing the back of it.

He sighed happily and began kissing softly down my neck and towards my shoulder, leaving goosebumps on my skin at the ticklish feeling. I could feel him smirk as he kept going, slowly turning me around to face him, giving me a view of his gorgeous blue eyes.

He smiled and kissed the tip of my nose, "I know we ain't ever talked about you takin my name, but I think Rose Dixon has a nice ring to it, don't ya think?" he asked.

"I would be honored." I said instantly, "I like the sound of it too."

"Good." he said with a warm smile as he brought his lips down and captured mine in a kiss. I laughed softly against his lips as I kissed him back with a little more force, but then my mind seemed to wander, causing me to pull away with a groan as I flopped back down on the mattress.

He chuckled lightly, "What's wrong?"

"The thought of having to go back today is physically hurting me. I want to stay out here forever..." I said dramatically, hearing him laugh in response with a shake of his head.

"We don't gotta leave right now. Rick knows." he said.

I pulled back a little, "Rick knows?"

"Well, I kinda had to tell someone why we wouldn't be back till the next day." he said obviously.

I laughed lightly, "Yeah, good point."

"So...we can head back whenever we want." he said suggestively, moving back down to my neck and sucking lightly on my skin.

I pressed my lips together at the feeling, muffling any sounds I let out as I felt his hand gently grip my waist, "Was three times last night not good enough for you?" I teased.

"Better make it four. Just ta even it out, ya know?"

"Well, if you insist." I laughed, sitting up quickly to staddle him before attacking his lips once more.

After a few long hours passed, trying to savor up every moment we could, we were now slowly getting dressed to head back to the others. Well, I should say I was slowly getting dressed. Daryl was still lazily lying in bed, his eyes watching me carefully. Though I didn't mind at all, I even wiggled my hips a little more than usual when I was sliding my pants back on to give him more of a show.

After throwing my shirt back on over my head, I glanced back over my shoulder at him, giving him a questioning look to tell me what was on his mind. His eyes were still drooped sleepily, his hair disheveled and his head resting in one of his hands with a crooked grin plastered on his face. The sight of him was perfect, making it even harder for me to want to leave.

He shook his head lightly with a small breath, "Just...can't believe yer my wife."

I smiled warmly before walking over to his side of the bed, "Believe it baby, I'm yours." I promised, leaning in to kiss him once again.

The second I pulled away, he groaned at the loss of contact, "You dunno what ya do to me woman."

"Hm, I think I have a pretty good idea," I smirked before slowly picking up a pillow in my grasp, "Now get your lazy ass up we have to get back before they think we're dead." I said while hitting him a few times.

He laughed as his hands reached up to stop my movements, "Alright, alright! Just gimmie a second."

I nodded and kissed his forehead, turning to leave the room and explore more of the small cabin as I waited. The rest of the place was pretty trashed, but it's safe to say neither one of us minded too much as all we could really focus on last night was each other. My eyes scanned around the living room, noticing the smashed in TV and the newspapers that were sprawled out everywhere on the ground. It was hard to tell if this happened before or after the end of the world, though either way, it was still sad to think about how this was once someone's home.

I then found myself wandering into the smaller kitchen, seeing old and worn pictures hanging up on the fridge. Squinting to get a better look, I saw it was a small smiley family with a few pets surrounding them as they attempted to pose for a picture, tugging at my heartstrings the more I stared. I hoped that they were still alive and together, but knowing the cruel world we lived in, who knows what happened to them.

I moved on quickly after seeing that, stopping in my tracks when I saw a box full of jars filled with some kind of clear liquid sitting on the table. Curiosity got the better of me as I picked one up hesitantly, opening the lid and holding it under my nose to smell it. Cringing instantly as the smell hit my senses, I immediately tightened the lid back on and placed it back as I nearly gagged at how foul it was.

"Yep, that's liquor." I said to myself and scrunched my face up.

Daryl's heavy footsteps came out of the room only seconds after that, spotting me in the kitchen and laughing lightly at the look still plastered on my face, "You okay?"

"I think it's moonshine," I said as I gestured down to the box, "And it smells...loud." I smirked.

He cracked a smile and lifted his crossbow to place on his back, "Moonshine? Yeah, the stuff tastes even worse." he said before pausing for a moment, "Ya ready?" he asked, and I could hear in his voice he was just as disappointed to leave as I was.

I frowned, "Yeah, I guess." I muttered, placing my own weapons around my shoulders, "But hey, we can always come back here if we ever need another escape." I winked.

He smirked, "I'll hold you to that."

My hand stuck out towards him as I lingered by the door, wiggling my fingers until he finally placed his hand in mine. Some of the walk back home was spent in comfortable silence, while the other part was filled with random chatter as we lightly swung our intertwined hands. He began to ask how things were while he was gone, and I filled him in on the basics of what's been happening around the prison.

But to be honest there wasn't a whole lot to tell. Everything had been running pretty smoothly as the new people settled in, everyone doing their parts and contributing equally. Through there was this little shit named Jeff, but don't even get me started on that guy.

"I think m' gonna stop." he stated suddenly.

My brows furrowed as I looked up at him in confusion, "Stop what?"

"Stop lookin for The Governor. I'll let Michonne keep goin if that's what she wants, but I think m' done." he confirmed.

"Oh? What changed your mind?" I asked.

He just stared at me for a few seconds and then a small smile was brought to his face, "You." he said simply, "I miss ya darlin, and I don't wanna keep goin out there to chase a guy that isn't even there anymore."

My heart began to warm as his answer seemed so simple, yet so sincere. "That's very sweet...but you don't have to stop just for me."

"I do. I want to. It ain't worth it no more...not when yer my top priority." he said, taking my hand up to kiss it lightly as we kept moving.

I smiled stupidly as I hugged onto his arm a little bit tighter, not arguing with him further because in all honesty I wanted him to stay. I had wanted that since the beginning, but I never said anything of course because I didn't want to be the one thing standing in his way. Though now that he's said he doesn't want to anymore, I couldn't be more relieved. Having him back home instead of constantly worrying about him when he was on the road, a weight was lifted off my shoulders at just the thought.

The prison began to come into view a few moments later, feeling the nervousness in my stomach for when I would see everyone. I grew excited, wanting them to know the second I walked through the gates. I didn't know how any of them would react, but seeing the looks on their faces would be something I hoped I remembered forever.

But one thing was for certain is that Maggie would most definitely have a stroke when she found out the news. Obviously, being a woman in love, she became obsessed with talking about marriage and rings with all the women in the community. So, I knew she would sniff it out like a goddamn blood hound almost instantly.

The person on guard opened up the gates the second he recognized us, sending us a small wave as we passed, leaving us walking up towards the large building in somewhat of an anticipation. But we didn't go unnoticed for very long as Glenn seemed to spot us almost immediately. I didn't know how the hell the timing lined up so perfectly, but he was now making a beeline over to the two of us the second he caught my eye.

"Uh hey. Where the hell have you been?" he asked me with worry and confusion lacing his voice, "I've been looking for you everywhere."

My mouth opened as I attempted to find the words, but my mind suddenly went blank. Where the hell do I even start? I eventually just settled with silently sticking my left hand out to him, watching as he glanced down in utter confusion. It took him a hot second, but the second he processed everything, he closed the space between us instantly, lifting me off the ground as he pulled me into a tight hug. I couldn't help but smile as I held onto him tightly, hearing him laugh in complete disbelief as he slowly wrapped his head around all of it. Hell, I was still trying to wrap my head around all of it.

He then gently set me down after a few short moments, clearly at a loss for words. "Oh my God this is crazy, congrats you guys." he said and made his way over to Daryl to give him a handshake which he gladly took.

"Thanks Glenn." I said gratefully, watching Daryl smile quietly in appreciation as he placed a hand on the man's shoulder.

But the whole thing seemed to create some kind of domino affect. Maggie and Beth rushed over only seconds later after they saw us in a small circle, the same worried expressions on their faces until they spotted the ring on my hand in a split second. It's almost like I predicted it or something. They both squealed as they pulled me into a group hug, leaving me laughing at their reactions as I hugged them back tightly. They both congratulated me more times than I could even count, their happiness for me nearly bringing a few tears to my eyes.

I lifted my head back up after a moment or two, seeing Hershel make his way over to see what was going on and gently pulled away from the two girls. They both quickly seemed to rush over towards Daryl after I let them go, congratulating him too whilst I made my way over toward the old man. Though before I could even get a word in, he instantly grabbed my hand and brought it up close to his face, examining the ring without saying a thing.

My eyes widened, "How did you-"

"Rick can't keep his mouth shut sometimes, I thought you knew that by now." he said, now looking back up at me.

I just laughed with a shake of my head, "I should've known." I joked.

He smiled and pulled me in for a tight hug, "Congratulations sweetheart." he whispered.

"Thank you." I whispered back, staying put like that for a moment almost as if he was scared to let me go.

Though we managed to break apart when I felt another hand on my shoulder, looking to see Rick standing there with that same knowing smile on his face. I should've known that man knew out of everybody, I just hadn't been able to connect the dots. Although, it shocked me a little to see him so happy.

He didn't waste a seconds before wrapping me in a tight hug, "I'm happy for you, Rosie." he whispered as he squeezed me tighter.

I smiled to myself at the nickname, whispering a small thank you before pulling away and looking to see the many more people very aware of our presence now. I gave a hug to Michonne who just had a small smirk on her face the whole time, telling me she probably knew about it too. I then hugged Carol as well who was just overjoyed for the both of us. It warmed my heart.

Carl was just as happy as she was, if not more, and informed me he wanted to walk me down the aisle if we ever had a real wedding. I couldn't help but smile brightly at his idea, how quickly he was willing to jump to that. Though I had to inform him that it probably wouldn't happen, but he would be my very first choice if it did, and he was more than excited to hear that.

A lot of excited chatter filled the air, all of them wanting to hear every last detail about how it happened. Though after a little while, I could see Daryl slowly starting to get uncomfortable with all the attention pinned on him, not liking to be in the center of it. So I took it upon myself to break away from them after a few minutes, heading towards the garages with Daryl so we had a chance to decompress after everything that went down the past couple days. That, and I knew he secretly wanted to work on his bike for a bit.

It was peaceful in the space with no one else around, watching him work as I passed him certain tools every once and a while. The silence was filled with, nice soft music playing from a small cassette player that someone found on a run recently. I didn't know what song it was, nor did I care. It was nice. Everything that happened leading up to this leaving me extremely happy.

I nodded my head along to the melody as my eyes continued to watch him work, biting my lip subconsciously. His arms flexed every once and a while when he fought with the interior, curses falling under his breath as he grew slightly frustrated. But I just sat back and watched in content, seeing this was the best honeymoon I could ever receive.

"Hey Rosie, can ya get me that small wrench from over there?" he asked, breaking the silence.

My thoughts stopped momentarily as I nodded, pretending like I wasn't just envisioning him naked as I got up from my place to head towards his metal toolbox. I searched through the many he had collected over the past few months, maneuvering them around to find what he was looking for.

I began to hum silently to myself, swaying my hips a little to the beat of the song that filled the air as I finally got my hands on the small wrench he had requested. But when I turned around to walk back, he had gotten up and was standing much closer to me than I expected, smirking down at me as he tilted his head.

"Ya like this song?" he asked smugly.

I then realized what I had been doing and I felt my cheeks heat up, my only response being a pointed look. He chuckled before stepping closer to me and took my hand, which made me grow a little confused. But then to my surprise, he twirled me around once before bringing me into a sloppy dip in his arms, causing me to laugh in delight. Though it ended just as quickly as it started, feeling him set me back down on my two feet as he attempted to reach around me to grab the tool that sat on the table.

I frowned at that and held out my hand again, "Dance with me." I said softly.

"Nah," he said quickly, "I don't dance."

I scoffed quietly, "Oh come on. Just this once, please? You can't just start something like that and not finish."

He chuckled to himself, "I've heard that one before."

I rolled my eyes at his attempted joke, gesturing with my hand for him to only come closer. He sighed to himself and stood there for a moment, having a little internal debate in his head. But once he met my eyes, I knew I got him, slowly taking my hand in his as he hesitantly brought me closer. He seemed a lot more nervous than I ever would've expected him to be.

"I...I don't know how." he confessed quietly.

My eyes softened, "It's okay," I reassured, "I'll teach you."

I watched as he bit his lip anxiously, letting out a breath before giving me a small nod to continue. I took both of his hands and placed them on my waist, while mine went up and rested onto his shoulders. We swayed softly to the music while moving in a small circle, slowly spinning around.

"See? You're dancing." I said sweetly, meeting his eyes.

He scoffed, "Ain't really the real thing."

"Baby steps." I shrugged. I then took one of his hands off my waist and held it slightly above my head, "Now just spin me around."

I scanned his eyes and almost laughed a little to myself. The man who feared nothing, who would laugh in the face of death himself, was genuinely scared to dance. He kept swallowing thickly and his hands started to shake a little, but he was still trying. His hand slowly spun me around, as if he was nervous he would somehow do it wrong, before I faced him once again. But once I moved closer to place my hands back on his shoulders, he stepped a little too far and right on my foot.

He felt me flinch and suddenly panicked, "Ah shit, m' so sorry. Are ya okay?" he asked placing his hands on the side of my face.

This time I did allow myself to laugh, placing my hands on top of his, "Yes love, I'm fine. You're worrying too much, it's okay." I assured.

He shook his head and muttered something under his breath that I didn't quite catch, but pulled me back into him again. We continued to sway together as the lyrics sang beautifully in the air. I continued to show him little things to do to switch it up a little bit, and well...let's say I'm definitely going to have a few bruises on my feet afterwards. He kept cursing every time he stepped on my feet and at one point almost walked away embarrassed that he continued to do so. But I just pulled him back and gave him the reassurance that he needed.

"Ya might need a new dance partner." he muttered at one point.

My brows furrowed, "Psh, no way. Who else would make me laugh this much while trying to learn how to dance for me?" I asked.

He couldn't seem to come up with a good enough answer, so he just nodded with a small smile. Eventually one of the songs was coming to an end and I was going to tell him we could stop, but again, he took me by surprise. He spun me slowly once more, trying not to step on me again in the process, and then dipped me back with his arms secured around me. I smiled up at him in surprise and kissed the tip of his nose, before he let me stand back up straight.

Though as he steadied me, somehow, I don't know how, he stepped on me once more and I jumped back a little again, "Ouch." I whispered.

He groaned, "Godamnit m' sorry, are ya-"

"Yes, I'm okay." I said with a small laugh, reaching out to brush the hair out of his face, "Thank you for dancing with me, honey. You actually did really well."

He scoffed, "Stepped on yer feet one too many times, don't think I did that well."

"It takes practice," I assured as my hands lingered on the sides of his face, "But seriously...thank you."

He nodded as he started to run his hands up and down my arms and looked down at me shyly, "Ya happy?" he asked.

"Very." I confirmed with a genuine smile.

He nodded before going back to his bike while I grabbed the wrench he needed, handing it over to him as I followed. We then talked quietly to each other for a while until I got the idea to read another chapter or two from the book he still had in his jacket. He reached in and handed it over to me and I instantly started to pick up from the marked page, hearing him reach over to turn off the music so he could actually listen to me as he worked.

I was focused on the words I was reading out loud, but every once and a while, I let my mind wander a bit. It shocked me to my core just how happy I was in this moment in time. If anyone would've told me that this is where I would end up in the future, genuinely content and happy for the first time in what felt like forever, I never would've believed it. Never in a million years did I expect this outcome, but at the same time I couldn't be more overjoyed at the results.

I was surrounded by an amazing community that was only growing, my family that I cared deeply about, and the love of my life that treated me better than anyone has ever treated me. He'd shown me what love truly meant and I couldn't be more grateful for that. For everything. It nearly made me sick at how much of a sucker I had become for these people, and yet, I wouldn't trade it for the world.

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phoenixyfriend · 2 years

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Jedi arranged/political marriage pretext I'd like to see more of: Jedi DO leave the Republic, and the marriage is of a Jedi, probably a council member, to secure the safety of their members on their new home planet.

The Mandalorian angle has the benefit of being less closely tied to Republic rule, and could be very tasty and easy to justify with either Obitine or Jangobi, both of which I enjoy. Depending on where in the timeline it happens, the spouse varies.

But I think that if it's Mandalore, especially Jangobi, a heavy part of the argument for getting the Jedi settled and making up for 'draining resources' is shoveling as many people as possible into Agricorp work on the deserts of Manda'yaim.

As an Obitine fic that takes place between TPM and AotC, it's really easy to justify?

Like just. The Jedi Council going "okay do we have any planets where we could move, and there's a primary ruler that would be open to marrying a Jedi for protection from the Republic and… wait. Someone get Kenobi."

(This also works for BailObi, but Alderaan is unfortunately still staunchly Republic territory, while Mandalore's status is a lot more vague.)

With the Jangobi angle, it would be a lot more "Mand'alor Fett captures a Jedi because he's been hearing rumors about them expanding their influence, gets the story that they're actually looking to move, and are basically going to be refugees, and decides that there would be no power move that would secure Mandalore's independence from Republic bullshit like getting their best warriors on his side, but he needs to prove that he's in control to the Death Watch-style extremists, so he's going to have to marry a Jedi for. Reasons."

IDK it's arranged marriage fic, we don't need a whole lot of justification.

God it's so easy to make these about Obi-Wan (consider: Quinlan/that one force-sensitive Stewjoni prince he saved and messed around with a few years ago), but it would be really funny to make this Anidala by shifting ages around a bit or starting the war later. Just like.

Naboo, the planet the Chancellor of the Republic is from, has taken in the Jedi, threatening secession, and refusing to give them back. Senator Amidala has married one of them. Everyone has questions but none of those questions are getting answered. Count Dooku of Serreno has made overtures to join the CIS but Naboo is uninterested. Amidala has been unavailable for her comment due to being on her honeymoon. Master Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi has only offered that this entire situation is a headache and he'd love to know where he went wrong.

I'm trying to figure out what other ships I could do with this. I think "senior padawan Barriss saves Tatooine's accidental ruler-through-incredible-violence Anakin from an attempt at retaking the planet by the Hutts, spills some personal woes while tending to his wounds (she can't leave the planet yet anyway and wasn't even supposed to be here), and he wakes up like 'hey if you need to move somewhere you can come to Tatooine, I'd marry you in a heartbeat'" would be a fun one, and also immediately collapse as like. A'Sharad overhears Barriss's report and goes to fight Anakin about it personally for inviting more settlers to a planet that's already trying to crowd out the native populace. That would need some tweaking... maybe Anakin's actually already done something similar, and led an exodus of Hutt slaves from Tatooine and settling them on a new planet, and needs help keeping Hutts and other slavers away from trying to take back their slaves? Not sure Anakin would suggest a marriage, though. Someone else might, but not him.

I considered Blyla, but IMO the plot only works if the Jedi are in decent standing (instead of suffering from war propaganda) with the galaxy at large and only need to escape the Senate's influence, not widespread hate.

OH wait if Anakin took over Tatooine when he was a teenager and then gave control to his mom, because she's the smartest obviously, and Qui-Gon survived Naboo, then maybe Qui-Gon/Shmi???

I'm struggling to think of more ships or pick one to drag on an AU adventure. Help. My brain is trying to argue that Obi-Wan marries Hondo and the entire Temple ups and leaves for Florrum.

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fkinavocado · 2 years

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In which you’ve got textbook daddy issues and when your tool of a younger brother brings a sweet doe eyed girlfriend home for Thanksgiving and you end up offering her a ride home, you meet just the man to fix them.

Daddy issues- Masterlist, Author’s Note & Warnings

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Chapter 22 (Word count: 4k)

About a month had passed since that very eventful evening. Harry was right, nothing could take away from the joy having told each other “I love you” had brought. Not even all the chaos that had led up to that point.

Looking back, you remembered none of the bad stuff. You’d been on cloud nine, ever since. Harry wouldn’t even discuss you going back to live in another city when you could work remotely just fine, and in truth you didn’t want to go live 2 hours away from him either. So, at his suggestion, you’d been practically living together ever since that day, more or less straight out of your already impromptu California bag. You didn’t even go back once to your place to get more of your stuff, but you hadn’t needed anything since you were working from home and barely put on any clothes to begin with.

The two of you were acting as though you were on your honeymoon. That’s what it felt like. You’d had a trial run on your trip together but this was something else entirely. Harry sometimes worked from home but mostly he had to go in office, and on site to various projects he was overlooking, and when he’d come back home you felt your heart swell. You’d never imagined you could enjoy this domestic angle to a relationship. But you loved waiting for him to come back home to you. You missed him as soon as he left out the door and couldn’t wait to see him come back to you. You were someone who normally valued alone time a lot, but with Harry you never felt smothered or like you needed time to yourself. You knew it was healthy to spend time apart but you weren’t yet ready to share him with the outside world. You felt it was unfair the two of you had to work when you had much more important stuff to do, like making love all day.

Harry of course was over the moon to have you all to himself. He loved throwing his briefcase on the dining room table when he got back from work, even when you were already on the couch next to it, and yelling “Honey, I’m home!”, the biggest, brightest grin on his face. To which you’d respond in various ways, his favourite seemingly the one where you hitched up the already skimpy piece of clothing you would lounge around the house in, spreading your thighs widely and revealing your naked core to him, and saying “Nuh-huh, daddy. Here’s your home, balls deep inside me”.

Harry went feral the first time you pulled that stunt on him.

You even spent Valentine’s tucked away from the world as well. Harry kept you in bed all day. He started by having his own “breakfast” in bed. Then he brought you your (actual) breakfast in bed, on a proper tray and everything, even adorned with a singular dwarf sunflower and insisted on spoon feeding you and also that you don’t cover your breasts while you eat so that he can lick trails of strawberry jam off your nipples.

Then, needles to say you were all sticky and you had to take a shower together so he could make sure you’re squeaky clean, but only after he fucked you silly and let you have your own sticky desert at the end. You then got back in bed and Harry rested his head in your lap (he still insisted you don’t cover your breasts with the bedsheet) reading poetry out loud to you from his favourite author, he’d underlined his copy all week in preparation. You just carded your fingers through his curls and looked at him dreamily, enjoying the slow cadence of his deep voice and that’s how you fell asleep in the afternoon, him mouthing at your breasts to his heart’s content.

He woke you up though, just as the february sun was setting early, he had more in store for you. He wanted to edge you while you read him back some of the poems he picked, you had to make sure you didn’t stutter, otherwise he’d stop. He didn't let you come for nearly an hour, lapping lazily at your pussy, his head resting in the crease of your thigh, fingers pumping slowly inside you. And after all that, he fucked you- hard, and you soaked the bedding.

He next ran a bath for both of you, even lit up candles all around the tub, used your special bath bombs and propped up a chair with a rom-com to watch on his laptop as you sat between his legs and he massaged shampoo into your scalp until you groaned in bliss.

He changed the bed linen and got dinner ready while you blow dried your hair. He made you your favorite, pasta carbonara from scratch and coupled it with your preferred wine but pouted at you for putting on clothes, although he’d also put on sweatpants, as you’d pointed out, so he let it slide.

Since you were (partially) dressed you asked for a late night car ride and Harry was pleased to indulge you. You held hands over the console while soppy valentine’s day music played over the radio, and you ended up nodding off, your temple against the window. He drove back home, gently took you back into bed and you didn’t wake up until he tried to wiggle you out of your jeans so that you’d be comfy. You were in his arms, ready to fall back asleep but there was just one thing missing, and he was more than willing when you asked to cockwarm him, but you ended up making slow, unhurried love instead.

Needless to say, it’d been a Valentine’s Day you wouldn’t be forgetting too soon.

All in all, living with Harry had been a smoother transition than you’d have ever imagined it to be. You still kept your lease on your flat for the time being, but Harry had been hinting at figuring out something in the near future, a clean slate for both of you.

Maybe another state, somewhere warmer since both of you seemed to enjoy it better, it was up to your hearts’ desire, really. He felt like there was no real reason to stick around, especially now that Emily was away for college in another state anyway and likely wouldn’t ever move back to her hometown afterwards.

Speaking of Emily, that was the only thing putting a damper on all of this.

Harry tried hiding it from you, but he wasn’t fooling anyone. You knew it was affecting him badly. He really hadn’t anticipated Emily to hold this big of a grudge over the whole thing- she wouldn’t talk to him at all. You tried not to pry, let him tell you what little he wanted to, but he didn’t want to talk about it at all. And you didn’t want to push him. You’d told him you were there for him if he ever wanted to talk about it but he always reassured you it’d be fine eventually and to not worry about it.

But you were worrying about it.

He was so sad sometimes that you could hardly do anything to get his mind off things. He had every right to be sad about it. You knew how special his bond with his daughter was, and of course you couldn’t help but feel responsible for all of it.

You, on the other hand, hadn’t spoken at all with your family either but for very different reasons. They hadn’t tried getting in touch either. All you knew about them anymore was coming from Niall, that over the top lawyer Harry had. The whole thing was a legal mess. Yes, Harry had paid a fine for public misdemeanour, luckily your father was alright so there was no solid ground for any further charges against him (he did deliver just that one punch, to be fair-- but luckily the fall your father took hadn’t been fatal or very serious even); but the whole thing with Derek and the drugs he’d planted on Emily was ongoing. These things are slow like that, at least that’s what Niall had said, and Harry was upset that this was hanging over his daughter’s head for as long as it had been, but you had no choice but to go through the albeit slow legal process of it all. Harry had turned in the evidence he had from the private detective he’d hired to keep an eye on Derek (and for good reason, as it turned out), so it was really just a matter of waiting it out, the outcome was surely in your favour but still it was upsetting that it was taking so long.

You hated seeing Harry so thorn over it. But there was nothing you could do except trust him that in time Emily would turn around… though you doubted it. You never told him as much, of course. You had much different issues with your own father, but still you tried putting yourself in her shoes and it wasn’t pretty, you could admit it. Had she not had to find out about it this way, maybe things would have been much different; as it was though, you could imagine the shock Emily must’ve had when it all came crashing down on her like that, and she’d already been quite shaken up about the whole thing with Derek, emotionally, but not to mention its legal ramifications also.

It was with her in mind that you snapped out of your reverie when you heard a loud noise from across the hall. You were home alone that day, working (or supposed to be working when you were not too busy daydreaming about Harry) and with a quick glance at the time on your work laptop you realized he was unusually early. It wasn’t that Harry had a clear schedule, a 9 to 5 job, but you could gauge how long he’d be away by now, and also, he’d usually text you on his way home asking for your preference on what you should have for dinner. He loved picking up fresh groceries and loved cooking with said groceries almost on a daily basis if he wasn’t too tired from work.

As you were processing all of this the noises got louder and you decided to go see what he was up to, a bit upset that he hadn’t stopped by the bedroom first to check in on you. Usually you would work from the dining room table but today you’d felt particularly lazy and work had been slow. Maybe it was because he disliked it when you were displaying this level of laziness. He’d never told you, but you could tell he couldn’t understand how you could work from bed when he had a perfectly fit office you could use, or the dining room table at the very least. When he worked from home, he always used the office and he would change out of his usual sweatpants he wore on lazy weekends. He didn’t suit up or anything (that would’ve been a touch too crazy, even for Harry’s workaholic ways) but he wore something he would wear on a casual day out maybe, he said it put him in a work mindset. You of course just thought he was mental. But you kept that to yourself, just like he did when it came to your working from bed sometimes. You did wonder whether he’d snap one of these days, the idea too much for his OCD, and maybe today was the day, seeing as he didn’t come to greet you and went straight for what sounded like the kitchen.

You trotted across the hallway and when you realized the kitchen was clear you were scared half to death when a young woman that you then recognized as Emily came out of her bedroom next to it.

“Fuck! You scared the living hell out of me!” you laughed out incredulously, clutching your oversized t-shirt to your chest over your rapidly beating heart.

Emily didn’t find it funny in the least though, considering the death stare she was casting upon you “You’re here.”

You cleared your throat, trying to compose yourself “Uhm, yes, I am. I wasn’t expecting anyone… sorry”

Emily scanned you head to toe in disdain “Clearly. Maybe you should’ve. This is my house. Well. It’s my dad’s, but I live here too”

You felt yourself blush. She was right, of course. You weren’t even wearing any underwear, but Harry’s old t-shirt was long enough to ensure your modesty “I only meant… Harry didn’t say you were coming over”

“He doesn’t know I’m here. I came for my stuff. Luckily for you, you won’t have to worry about unannounced visitors anymore, I’m clearing out my room”

“Emily…”

“Nope. Don’t wanna hear it. I didn’t see your car up front, otherwise I wouldn’t have come in. Don’t wanna see your face as much as I don’t want to see his”

“It’s… it’s in the shop. Harry insisted he’d have his mechanic look over it…” you cleared your throat, you were rambling “Listen, Emily, I know it’s not my place, but--”

“You’re right, it’s not, so shut it. I’m here now so I’ll just get this over with. Go ahead and go back to laying around half naked all day while my dad breaks his back at work for you or whatever it is you do all day”

“... Excuse me?”

Emily rolled her eyes “I don’t give a fuck. Just get out of my face. Better not find anything missing from my room, though.”

You stepped closer then “Emily, I get that you’re upset, I really do, but this is crossing a line”

“Ha!” she laughed incredulously, getting closer too “Crossing a line, am I? Look who’s talking! Little miss <<let me drive you home and seduce your dad while I'm at it>> herself”

You gasped “I… Wow. I did not-- Emily, whatever you think it is that happened you’re imagining it all wrong. I didn’t set out to seduce anyone! And no one seduced anyone, what do you think is going on here exactly?”

She shrugged “You’re just taking advantage of my dad being lonely. Saw his place, figured he was doing well for himself. I saw yours and know you aren’t, or at least your parents aren’t. Lord knows Derek has been complaining about them not affording stuff for him”

“What!?-- They just bought him a car, whereas I had to take a loan from my father for mine. And this doesn’t even concern you! And most of all- how dare you imply I’m after your father’s money!?”

She scoffed “Why else are you here then? Sure, dad is a sweetheart-- but he’s old!”

“He’s not old, he’s older, there’s a difference!” you furrowed your brows “He had you very young, and I’m not your age, Emily. I’m 26. He’s 42. Sure, there’s a significant age gap, but stop treating him like he’s a senior citizen and I’m underage. You’re blowing this way out of proportion!’

“Oh, am I? He could be a grandfather!”

Your eyes widened and immediately dropped to her midsection. You noticed how she fidgeted under your gaze but before you could open your mouth further you heard the front door and heard Harry’s amused voice before you saw him making his way to you “Are you watching those despicable housewives show again? They just won’t stop bickering, huh?”

The sweet grin on his face faded instantaneously as he froze in place the moment he laid eyes on the two of you. Nobody was saying anything so you cleared your throat “I’ll give you guys some privacy” and meant to walk away but Emily snapped

“No, stay. I want you to hear what I’ve got to tell him, too”

“Ems…”

“No, dad, you don’t get to sweet talk your way out of this. I came to get my stuff, only to bump into your half naked… plaything! Do you have any idea how mortifying this is? This is my home, too! You were so quick to replace me, weren’t you?! Hell, she’s about my age, why not let her be your new pretend daughter? Ugh. I’m gonna be sick. All of this is sick… You’re sick!”

“Emily.” Harry’s stern voice surprised even you, you could feel your blood freeze in your veins, but to your shock, she continued

“No, no. You are! I was just telling her how sick and perverted this whole thing is! You’re old! Why can’t you act your age? And, are you really that gullible? She’s clearly sticking around for as long as she can profit off of you. What is wrong with men?! I can’t believe you turned out to be just another sick bastard, like all of them! Not only that, but you’re apparently also violent?! What the hell is wrong with you!? My whole life has been a lie! You’re not the man I thought you were, not in the least!”

Your downcast eyes peeped a look at Harry and you could tell that under all that angry facade his heart was shattering. Emily was being brutal. And he had to sit there and take it with a brave face, be the father she was falsely accusing him not to be “You stop this right this instance! I won’t allow it! Like it or not, I’m still your father and you will not raise your voice at me, let alone judge me. You’re wrong, by the way, terribly so, but you’re too much of a child to see it. You’ve done some terrible mistakes, Emily, ones I’ve clearly warned you about, yet you have the nerve to cast judgement on what I’m doing?! Since when do you think that’s acceptable?”

“I--”

“Shut it. I don’t want to hear it! You’ve said enough. I’m terribly disappointed in you, Emily. I wanted to talk to you, explain all of this in a mature, adult conversation, since I thought you were grown enough to have one, but things that were out of my control escalated in such a manner that you had to see and hear things that you shouldn’t have- not like that, at least. And for that, I’m sorry. But I won’t apologise for my personal decisions, I don’t even have to explain them to you! My love life is none of your business! Whom I date is none of your business! I’m not bringing a woman home telling you this is your new stepmother, something you didn’t second guess as a child when your mother did it- but somehow I’m held responsible now that you’re all grown and away for college? I wanted to tell you because I love you and I want us to always be as close as we’ve ever been. I couldn’t tell you the way I wanted to, but I never imagined you’d end up saying such vile things about a person you don’t even know, at the end of the day!”

“Oh, but I do know her! I know her and her brother and that whole awful family of theirs! They’re nothing but scammers, dad. And you’re falling for it!--”

“I won’t have it, Emily, I’m not letting this go any further. You’re blinded by hatred. I can’t believe half the things you’ve said to me today! This is not the kind, gentle soul I’ve helped raise from as small as my own two palms!” he held his hands before him and you could see he was fighting off tears but was losing the battle

“And you’re not the father I thought you were! Stop trying to spin this on its head and make me the bad guy! You’ve kept things from me, I don’t even recognize you any more!”

“That’s not true! Nothing changed, if you would just stop whining like a brat and start acting your age I would try talking to you about it! But you’ve hurt me, Emily! This is the woman I love you’re spitting venom at!”

“Love!? Please! Are you kidding me right now? And what about me, your own daughter! You’re really picking her over me!?” her voice was wavering now as well, and you could see tears well up in her own eyes too

“There’s never been a matter of choice, Ems. You’re my kid, I’ll love you no matter what, always, even now when you’re being so awful! But that doesn’t mean you get to say and do whatever you want! Why are you being like this? Do you not want to see me happy?”

Emily groaned in frustration, wiping her tears away “I can’t believe you right now! You are! You are choosing her over me!”

“Petal--”

“No! No, no, no!” she shrieked, covering her ears “I don’t wanna hear it! This is sickening! She could be your daughter, what the hell is wrong with you!? Stop it, stop! It’s either her or me! Understand?”

“No, it’s not, Emily” his voice was back to being stern, she was losing her grasp on reality and Harry needed to be a grounding presence so that she could snap out of her histeria “You stop it! You’re acting like a child!”

“I don’t care!” she shouted, stomping past you and into his face “If you have any semblance of decency in you you’ll end this! You hear me? It’s either her or me! I mean it! I can’t be around you when you’re going to act like a sick twisted old man with a Lolita kink! That’s not my father! I won’t accept it!”

You covered your face at her words, it was unbearable. They must’ve just stared eachother down for a beat because next thing you knew you heard the front door again and Emily was gone.

You watched Harry stare at his feet, his hands on his hips, chewing nervously on his lower lip and you finally whispered “Oh my God…”

His eyes snapped back up at you, almost as though he’d momentarily forgotten you were in the room and the more he looked into your eyes the more you could see his own shine, tears threatening to spill and you quickly made your way towards him, pulling him into a tight hug. He hugged you back just as tight and then you felt him shake violently in your arms, quiet sobs he was trying to muffle rattling through his whole body

“Oh, baby…” you cradled the back of his head in the crook of your neck and tried soothing him, but he was beyond his breaking point. You realized you couldn’t hold him upright anymore and you both kneeled to the floor where you felt you could handle holding his upper body in your arms. He was leaning his entire weight on you, and he was much heavier than you’d ever realized until then. He was truly heartbroken, you’d never seen him like this “Shhhh… it’s ok, it’s gonna be ok…”

He shook his head, and you felt just how wet he’d gotten your t-shirt on that side “She’s never gonna get over it”

“She will. She’ll come around…”

“No, she won’t” he gasped for air and you cradled his face in your hands. His eyes were bloodshot, he looked a mess. You’d never seen him this shattered. You’d never seen anyone like this. It broke your heart in ways you never knew were even possible “I know her. She’s not gonna let this go. She’ll never understand”

You gulped, searching his eyes. He was utterly heartbroken.

And it was all your fault.

“Please stop crying, baby. I can’t see you like this” you let out a sob you didn’t know you were holding in “I can’t. It’s breaking my heart. Please, I can’t see you hurt like this”

Harry pulled you into his arms then but you could tell he was still crying. He pressed his cheek to the top of your head and you could literally feel his heavy yet silent tears wet your hair “You’re right” he tried to sound calm but you knew he was holding back for you now and that made you feel even worse “She’ll turn around”

But you both knew that was a lie you were telling eachother but not to yourselves. Emily was not going to budge. So much was clear to you both.

He had to choose.

And he would never make the choice. He’d never be able to live with himself no matter what he chose.

“It’ll be ok. I promise, Harry” you held him tight, squeezing your eyes shut and yet a fresh stream of tears still made their way between your lashes. You knew, in that moment, that you had to make the choice for him. “I love you...”

Chapter 23

A/N: DON'T KILL ME 💀! REMEMBER, THIS IS NOT THE LAST CHAPTER 😅

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yeetmeoffjueyunkarst · 7 months

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FINALLY, fellow wlw appreciators!!

last few days i kept thinking about Candace. like... she's just so wonderful, amazing, unique character. she is art. she is imperfect in perfect way if you get what i mean (her negative traits only make her better, closer to real person)

recently i assumed she is very similar to Kazuha in terms of poetic speech manner, chill persona and calm&fighting mode duality. so just imagine... Candace gets the opportunity to leave Aaru village for ur honey moon, so you two spend it travelling, and she sees so many new things, does stuff she never experienced... imagine her visiting Dragonspine!! or Watatsumi island.. or Fontaine!

Negative trait? Hm, maybe because i forgot how she's like during Archon Quest, but the only flaw i would say is that she's... overly loyal to her duty, but it is still within reason as well

Anyways, here you go! Presenting to you,

Once in a lifetime

When you first fell for Candace and knew of her strong loyalty to her hometown, you knew that if you wanted to stick with her, your freedom to come and go so easily would be gone. A trade for a trade, they would say in Liyue.

But for a woman like her, was it not worth it? You may not be travelling as much as before, but it is worth to start a journey with the woman you swore to love and cherish.

Still, to fulfill both your wishes for once, the both of you have decided to set off the day after your wedding night, with the previous protectors of Aaru Village standing guard in place of Candace, as done before.

"Are you ready?" Candace asks softly as you pack your things.

Needless to say, the moment Candace stepped out beyond Aaru Village, she felt a small sense of excitement, like a little kid who just got their favorite candy.

She's been out of Aaru village to Sumeru city, yes. Or at most Gandharva Ville or Ormos Port, but not out of the nation of Wisdom!

Being on a boat, sailing away from her home for the first time... it certainly is a very unique experience for her.

Everyday, she'll be spending at least a good while gazing at the sea, commiting the memory of it into her mind

Water, so scarce in the desert, but so abundant here. Even if it is saltwater

Now, here we will diverge a little.

If you guys go Dragonspine, you will end up in Liyue Harbour first, where you guys stay a night before you travel to Mondstadt

With a guide, and comfortably dressed, the both of you explore the snowy Dragonspine, taking care to avoid monsters along the way as well.

Snow is something the both of you have never seen, so the both of you really had a lot of fun playing with the snow, making snowmen and throwing snowballs.

Thanks to your guide, you also have some pictures of such memories as well.

The both of you mostly stayed in Mondstadt for the rest of the time, exploring the endless greenery that was there, enjoying wine and song for the rest of the time with the lovely people of Mondstadt

If you went to Watasumi Island,

The both of you are very surprised by its beauty. It's like a water paradise, and Candace certainly feels at home because of her Hydro Element.

The grass is purple, the village simple and happy, reminding her of her people back in Aaru Village

You spend the honeymoon roaming the place, having even met the Divine Priestess, Sangomiya Kokomi as well! The both of them have bonded well over their own hydro elements, and how they are both in a way, protectors of their own homeland.

General Gorou also makes an appearance, with him being curious about the foreigners from Sumeru.

All in all, the both of you head home soon after a while with some Watasumi Island specialties, and promises to write to each other and stay in touch

Hooray for new friends!

Finally, if you went to Fontaine...

Think country girl meets the city.

She's probably amazed by the technology present in Fontaine, which even the Akademiya does not possess.

Working machines that act humanoid, or in dog form for some, all even big machines that can have great many functions...

it certainly piques her interest, especially on how it can use various types of weapons as well.

Fontaine is well-arranged and orderly, compared to the more rustic and simple Aaru Village.

So Candace may feel a little out of place, but please comfort her and tell her it's okay, the both of you are just here to sight-see and spend time with each other.

But beyond the main city, it's filled with so much greenery and water as well

Candace would probably have fun diving in the sea as well, it's so colorful and beautiful!

And... maybe you two can sneak a few underwater kisses while diving as well *winks*

And oh the food in Fontaine! Call me wild, but I feel like she'll fall for the sweet treats that they have.

Cue eating as much as she can and getting recipes and deciding to ask the Traveller to send over supplies to make the yummy treats the next time.

"Did you have fun?" You ask softly, on the boat ride back to Ormos Port.

"I did. This was a wonderful time." Candace hugs you closer into her embrace, cherishing your presence.

"Well, perhaps we should get out every now and then. Wouldn't want to keep you all around in Aaru all the time." You boop her nose gently.

"Maybe."

Your lips are engulfed in a warm sensation, as you close your eyes and surrender to the feeling.

I finally posted something my gosh

Likes and reblogs and comments appreciated!

#j.writes #genshin #genshin impact #candace x reader #genshin candace #CANDEEZ NUTS

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plsdonttakemyname · 1 year

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Can i request tecchou in his honeymoon please? :) I really wanted to request it but suddenly every blog that writes for him have their requests closed ㅠㅠ

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A/n; Hii! I'm sorry that this was posted really late I was busy with my new house stuff but I'll try my best on this one because I actually don't know how a honeymoon works nor I even went on one jshshjsjs 😭 sorry if there's any mistakes made !! </33

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Caracters; Tecchou Suehiro

Genre; Fluff,Hcs

Warnings; might be ooc Tecchou but other than that none <3

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Waking up to him beside you is already enough for you. But today was special. He had arranged a private picnic date just for the two of you ! All the foods, drinks, deserts are all prepared by him so don't worry about it <3 he got them all prepared while you're asleep

Candlelit Dinner right after a stressful day at work..Just the two of you sitting in the opposite direction of each other, Laughing and eating while you rant to him about how bossy your co workers are.

Lighting up your favorite scented candles while your favorite song playing at the background, roses around your bed while you both sip on some red wine and telling each other cheesy jokes to slow dancing with each other.

Now if you really like to take naps, he would be glad to join you when you opened the blanket inviting him to join you in bed to cuddle <3 he likes put his head under your chin while your other hand plays with his hair, slowly drifting off to sleep with each other's warmth comfortably :D

You both decided to join each other in the warm jacuzzi large enough for the two of you with soft music playing,scented candles lited expensive champagne on ice. Enjoying both of your favorite treats like chocolate, Grape or strawberries. Some extra touches with Bath bombs and soap <3 (because yes.)

After both of you are wrapped in your owns robe, sitting Infront of the balcony of your penthouse while you're leaning your head on Tecchou's Shoulder smiling at each other as you both enjoyed the view of the sunset.

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I apologize if it's short or bad I ran out of ideas for this but I hope you like it </3..

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urmother-official · 2 years

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who in AOT would cry at your wedding? (+ wedding hcs)

Includes Eren, Armin, Jean, Connie, Reiner, Erwin, Levi and Zeke. Also just some random wedding hcs.

Tags, swearing, modern au, if you don't like weddings this isn't for you.

Eren

I think your and Erens wedding would be small, but very nice.

Probably only like 50-75 guests at the most.

Zeke was probably best man, if not it was Armin. Mikasa was maid of honour.

Y'all got a cute ass venue, like a greenhouse or a garden. He'd probably want to have the reception in his mom's backyard.

NO KIDS ALLOWED !!! He would not want kids at his wedding.

I know the guests partied hard during the reception, while you and Eren went for a romantic walk.

I don't think he'd be very good at expressing his emotions verbally in front of an audience, so you did the traditional vows.

During that walk, he'd stop and actually say what he would've as his vows.

He got a little emotional, a bit teary-eyed, but he'd recover before actually crying.

He was so happy though. He had just the sweetest smile the whole day.

Armin

Destination wedding.

In Italy or Spain, either on or with a view of the beach.

Around 30 guests.

Eren was best man, Mikasa was maid of honour.

Armin wore a blue tie and a little handkerchief.

Everyone present cried. Including Armin.

I just know Eren and Jean were sitting in the audience of the ceremony trying their hardest to keep it together but Connie and Sasha were bawling. So loud that the pastor asked them to quiet down.

When Armin saw you walking down the aisle he was done for. His eyes were so clouded with tears that he could barely see.

The dinner was on an outdoor balcony and it was delicious.

The desert table was the real star of the show. I hc that Armin has a secret sweet tooth so this was his idea.

You guys had a little string quartet for music.

Jean

Now Jean would take your wedding very seriously.

Only the best planner, the best cake, the best florist, the best venue and he would splurge on the best dress/suit for you.

And as soon as he sees you walking down the aisle in that dress/suit, boom, he's crying.

As you walk across you see the tears on his face.

I think he would just wipe them away and laugh it off.

He's smiling really hard the entire day.

I think the venue would be like a castle, mansion or old historical building, very fairytale, very pretty.

I think that you guys would probably have around 100-150 guests.

Connie and Sasha were best man/maid of honour.

Also, his mom would be sobbing the entire day.

Connie

I think that your and Connie's wedding would be very fun.

Slightly larger wedding, around 200 guests.

Jean was best man, Sasha was the maid of honour.

I think it would be at a vineyard or a winery, he just gives me that kind of vibe.

During the ceremony, he tried very hard to keep it together, but as soon as y'all were out of there he was SOBBING.

Bawling like a little bald baby.

I think it would be kinda cute though.

Sasha also cried, Jean was laughing.

I know the reception was fucking awesome. Better than Erens.

Everyone except you and Connie were drunk as hell.

You guys had a super cute photo booth that got used a lot by the very drunk guests.

Jean would try to breakdance and probably break his leg, Eren laughed his ass off while you called for an ambulance.

All in all, 10/10 wedding.

Reiner

OH MY GOD YES HE WOULD CRY

DO YOU SERIOUSLY THINK HE WOULDN'T?????? YES HE WOULD!!!!!

Walking down the aisle, he's crying. The first kiss, he's crying. Taking pictures, he's crying. FIRST DANCE HE'S CRYING. IN THE LIMO HE'S CRYING. IN THE HOTEL ROOM HE'S CRYING. ON YOUR FUCKING HONEYMOON HE'S CRYING!

I think that the wedding would be super nice, the venue would be a country club with a super nice outdoor ceremony and an amazing dinner.

Y'all would get like a custom cocktail or something too.

100-150 guests.

The reception would be more chill, and the wedding itself wouldn't last too long.

Y'all did the shoe game and it was cute as hell.

You guys would probably leave in like a limo with "Just Married!" on the back.

Jean, Sasha, Eren and Connie take the party to a hotel bar nearby.

A very cute and classy wedding.

Erwin

I said that Jean would splurge, but oh my god, Erwin would SPLURGE

I hc that in modern au Erwin is lowkey rich and very successful so I think he'd spend a lot of money on this wedding.

(if you'd wear a dress) The budget for your dress was easily $10,000-$15,000.

I think the ceremony would be in a church and the reception in an expensive ass hotel.

This wedding would be STUNNING.

ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL.

Super classy and expensive, gold everywhere, rose centrepieces, a live painter and literally everything else you want, he'll get.

He probably has a whole ass orchestra performing for your ceremony and first dance.

He didn't cry, but he had the warmest smile on his face when he saw you walking down the aisle.

I hc that Erwin just doesn't.... like... cry? Like at all.

Literally 1000000000/10.

Levi

I don't wanna break any hearts right now....... but I don't think Levi would want to get married.

It doesn't really seem like his thing.

But if you really wanted to he probably would.

I don't think y'all would throw an official wedding, you'd probably go down to the courthouse and throw like a celebration afterward.

Only like 20-40 guests.

Kuchel was so excited, probably helped Levi pick out his suit for the party.

He wouldn't cry, but he would have like a small smile for the majority of the party (before Connie and Sasha got drunk and chaotic)

The party was very nice. It took place in his high-end penthouse, awesome catering, beautiful decor.

Zeke

I don't think Zeke would have a fully thought out proposal or wedding.

I think the topic of marriage came up randomly at like 2am when you were watching tv or something and he just said "Should we go get married?" and you did.

It was a Vegas wedding with an Elvis impersonator officiating.

He didn't cry but he was overjoyed.

His face hurt because he was smiling so hard.

At the wedding he improvised some vows, and they were the funniest and sweetest thing in the world.

I think it was like 2-5 people including you guys.

Eren was best man.

Carla would beat his ass when he gets home though.

This lowkey got off track from the original prompt but I DO NOT CARE !!!!!!!

Hope y'all enjoyed anyways!

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lepidopteragirl · 5 months

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do you think, in the wasteland of a nuked server a year later, in an empty radioactive deserted city built on a desert that isn't even a desert, quackity stands among rubble and wonders if kinoko survived? do you think he wishes that Karl was torn apart flesh from bone by a searing heat and coarse of blood? do you think he hopes sapnap saw a white flash and shut his eyes and went peacefully? do you think he thinks about running over and digging through kinoko to find any sign of the people he thought might love him until his fingers are torn and bloody? do you think he's too terrified to ever leave and try, because he's scared of what he may or may not find?

um. well the bomb was fake to me ITS FAKE. so. . they are FINE and MARRIED. no bomb. honeymoon in vegas and quackity came home bitching about how he does ALL of it better. and then they kiss and are happy forever. this is all true to me AMEN

#LACYYYYYY WHY WOULG YOU SAY THIS TO MEEE :(((#ty for the ask!!! <333

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themculibrary · 2 months

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Darcy/Thor Masterlist

After the Fall (ao3) - Bishmonster E, 8k

Summary: Thor and Darcy go on their Honeymoon.

Against School Policy (ao3) - blackhawkinbudapest E, 5k

Summary: “Reckon I have a shot?” She slowed her steps as they reached the fork in their path, when Jane went left to Physics and Darcy went right to Poli-Sci. “He’s your professor!” “So?” “Well it’s kind of against school policy!” “Pssh policy-schmolisy. I just wanna climb that man like a tree and have mind blowing orgasms that last -” “Darcy!” Jane exclaimed

Darcy is a student, Thor is a Professor and neither one is appropriate.

A Lesson (ao3) - PinkPandorafrog E, 3k

Summary: Darcy maaay have made a tactical error and pushed Thor a little too far.

Back in Time (ao3) - SacredStoryline T, 33k

Summary: Dr. Darcy Lewis is still grieving and isn't ready to rejoin the world just yet, but S.W.O.R.D. has other ideas and drags her out to investigate an anomaly. Suddenly, she finds herself thrown 14 years back in time to the start of it all. Stripped of her hard-earned credentials, Darcy is back to being an intern for the very much alive Dr. Jane Foster, arriving the night they meet Thor.

Can she use her knowledge of the future to her advantage? What will happen if people find out she knows about the infinity stones? Are the Asgardians really gods? And why was SHE the one to be sent back in time?

Glowing gods, telepathic and slightly possessed ravens, Frost Giants in New Mexico, and the Queen of Asgard putting Odin in his place are just a few of the things brought about by the smallest of changes.

Before The Fall (ao3) - Bishmonster E, 26k

Summary: Sometimes even strong independent women who know how to roll with the punches need a shiny white knight to rescue them from the dark.

Consort (ao3) - PinkPandorafrog E, 2k

Summary: There were worse things for an Omega than to end up the consort of a prince of another planet. So wildly AU.

Falling Slowly (ao3) - Bishmonster E, 17k

Summary: Darcy finds out she's pregnant.

Flying (ao3) - PinkPandorafrog darcy/thor, background darcy/tony E, 3k

Summary: Darcy needs to fly to Sweden to offer Jane a job. She doesn't go alone, of course, but Thor doesn't exactly feel comfortable flying in a jet. Distraction? Distraction.

Might (ao3) - PinkPandorafrog E, 2k

Summary: Thor intends to show Darcy the full might of his hammer

Pleasantly Surprised (ao3) - orphan_account E, 2k

Summary: Under the effects of a spell that brings hidden desires to the surface, Thor finds himself on Darcy's doorstep and some interesting things are revealed...

Some People Juggle Geese (ao3) - sara47q M, 1k

Summary: Darcy gets drunk and wakes up in bed with Thor. And that's not even the strangest part.

Tell Me What It's Gonna Be (ao3) - PinkPandorafrog E, 2k

Summary: Thor had picked up a habit of letting himself into her apartment via her bedroom window, so Darcy wasn't entirely surprised to find him standing in the middle of the living room. But why, exactly, was he there?

there's a girl who's waiting (that's not all she'll do) (ao3) - amusewithaview N/R, 1k

Summary: Thor stared incredulously as the mortal fumbled with something small and metal, pointing it at him. “You dare threaten Thor with such a puny weapon – “ his words were cut off an instant before the mortal used said weapon as he felt a telltale burning sensation on his right side.

Precisely where his sálknútr rested.

He had a fraction of a second to stare at the girl in shock before she rendered him unconscious.

It was not the most auspicious of beginnings.

(A "What if?" spin-off from the main continuity of "Nothing but love in view.")

Thunderstorm (ao3) - blackhawkinbudapest E, 6k

Summary: Darcy’s plan was to have a quiet night, watch the storm roll in over the New Mexican desert and drink beer. It wasn’t to chat with a god, get naked and rained on and have the night of her life.

Unwritten (ao3) - catemonsterq E, 74k

Summary: Darcy is positive the last thing she needs is a relationship. Her relationships invariably end poorly and leave her disappointed, so it's for the best that she just not have them. All of this is turned on its head when Thor begins to flirt with her and introduces something new in her life.

Or, Darcy discovers she's subby and loves it

#themuclibrary #mcu #marvel #darcy lewis #thor #hammershock #hammershock masterlist #masterlists #f/m

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malex-crack · 1 year

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"We only know Michael is in love with Alex because of vlamis." 🙄🙄🙄🙄

I'm sorry did season 4 not happen. Did he not call Alex his soulmate, his boyfriend a million times. He said the man I love multiple times to several people. Are we going to pretend that he didn't say he's so in love with Alex it's embarrassing. Michael chose Alex over his own home planet! He went into a alternate universe not knowing if he'd be able to get out but at least he has Alex in his mind. Begging for him while sick. Was going to fling himself into a hole but OTHER PEOPLE stopped him. Married him. Performed for him. Left Roswell without say goodbye to his brother and left something so important in the middle of the desert to go on his honeymoon. Made him a damn necklace out of the first alien glass he found, for himself and Alex too.

Season 3 he came to the bus stop because he wanted to get him back. Gave him a damn rock like a penguin. Kissed Alex himself. Went to rescue Alex without hesitation. Protected Alex from his father. Said father even went in his head and saw his love for Alex. Tried to say I love you.

He built a bomb that could kill him and his family without hesitation. Then build another bomb without hesitation.

He said I love you about Alex first. And that he always will love him!

There are so many other things, please add if you need but come on

All because of a fling in season 2 and a few actions nearly 3 years ago compared to everything else with Alex.

#malex #roswell new mexico #alex manes #michael guerin #michael guerin is so damn in love with alex #Michael is in love with alex!

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Honestly I think that there are many factors that explain why the naruto series turned out the way it did (completely different to how it started). obviously kishimoto being a japanese man and sort of nationalist is one of them, but i believe the reason why it feels so rushed and the war arc so half assed is because he just wanted it to end. the manga industry has always been very exploitative and it has pushed many authors to sustain damage to their bodies from being overworked etc. i believe kishi also said he couldn’t even have his honeymoon with his wife. naruto went on for more than 10 years, i think that by the war arc and the ending he just wanted to be free of it. and since the only thing that he really wanted to write and draw was the reconciliation between naruto and sasuke, it’s why it feels like a gold mine between two shitty things (the war arc and the disappointing ending). i also think kishimoto’s decision to plot-twist itachi into being a “good guy” was what changed the entire narrative. since his actions had to be portrayed as positive, it completely changed the whole story

disagree. the overall message of the narrative was changed with the introduction of jiraiya at the end of the chuunin exams arc + the subsequent attribution of sasukes desertion to an inherent "darkness", and those chapters' publication coincided with the beginning of anti-japanese protests across east asia at the time. in addition im not talking about how the pacing was rushed; im not talking about the quality of the writing at all. all successful mangakas are rushed and abused by the industry but that doesn't actually like. make you a reactionary neocon

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layanasstories · 2 years

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Oblivion

TWENTY-SIX

I quickly remove the towel from my head and hide my bandaged hand in it, then I stand next to Jake. He puts his arm around my shoulder, looks at Alan and then at me for a moment.

Alan didn't see it, but I did, the look Jake gave me said he wasn't happy with me showing up. "L...Layana?" Alan stutters. "It has been such a long time since I saw you. What are you doing here, in a town in the middle of nowhere?" I ask him in my nicest voice. Still completely taken aback, he stammers "Uh...I...I work here". "At the motel?" I ask him acting confused. Before I can make even more fun of him, Jake interrupts us "Do you know him?". "Of course I know him silly! He's my ex." I give Jake a forced smile. "Oh! That's really great! So on our honeymoon your ex is at our door. Fantastic!" He couldn't have said it more sarcastically.

There was silence for a moment, which made it visibly uncomfortable for Alan. "Are you married?" he looked genuinely surprised. "Yes, a week and a half ago. He is so sweet and understanding. I can't imagine a better partner." I put my good hand on Jake's belly and stroke it lovingly. "And then you go to Duskwood for your honeymoon?" the disgust at that choice was evident in Alan's voice. "Well that was actually a coincidence, we do a cross country. And came here. It looked so quiet and serene that we decided to stay for a few days so that we really have a chance to enjoy each other. Right sweetie?" I look at Jake, a little panicked because I've gotten too carried away with this acting. "I think this small talk with your ex has gone on long enough." Jake sounds stern. "He just accused you of assaulting someone a few minutes ago!". "What?!" I look at Jake shocked and then at Alan "Are you serious? Do you really think I would do something like that, let alone dare?" I give him my most innocent and weakest look. Alan lowers his eyes in guilt. "Of course not, Layana. My apologies. I'll leave you two alone now. Congratulations on your wedding, my apologies again and enjoy your honeymoon.". He turns and walks away with slumped shoulders. Jake and I watch him until he is far enough out of sight to go back inside and close the door behind us.

"What the hell Layana!" Jake is visibly irritated. "What's the problem? It went well, didn't it?" I say calmly. "Yes, but that could have gone differently. I don't want you to do things like that." his irritation only seems to get worse. "You'd better stop doing that Jake!" I look at him disappointed. He is startled by my reaction "What do you mean?". "That you tell me what I should or shouldn't do. I will never knowingly endanger us. We should work as a team, and we did. I know Alan, I know him very well, unfortunately. That's why I did what I did, not because I don't trust you." I'm not angry, but I do feel a little let down by him. I see him standing there thinking about what I just said, which eases his irritation. "You're right, I'm sorry." his apology sounds genuine, and what makes it even more sincere is that he pulls me into a hug. "But please, if you become my wife, don't ever sweet talk like that about me." I feel his body shake a little because he has to laugh. I look up at him "Your wife?" while I ask the question I feel the butterflies in my stomach raging. "Have you never thought about that?" he sounds curious. "Yes, of course I did." I answer him, hiding my face in his embrace. "Good! Because so did I." he holds me even tighter. I wriggle free a bit to look up at him again with a playful smile. "But really, I'm not going to do a cross country honeymoon! I want that deserted island!".

He just has a smile on his face and looks at me. His stare is long and deep, making me soft inside. He leans forward a little and kisses me, a passionate kiss, full of love. I claim the kiss by kissing him back with the same passion and love. I slide my hands over his back whereupon he places his hand behind my head, so I can't escape. Our kiss last long enough to make us panting, we part our lips, a sly smirk appears on both our faces. He lifts me up, I wrap my legs around his waist and kiss him again, a little more lustful to pull him over the line to go a lot further than only kissing. Not that he needed any encouragement, because I could already feel his lust for me.

#duskwood #duskwood everbyte #duskwood jake #duskwood mc #duskwood jake x player #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood game #iamjake #duskwood fanfiction

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moshang 16

Mobei-jun watched indulgently as Shang Qinghua stumbled towards the grove with a gleeful shout, impeded by the many layers of robes he’d been bundled in.

“Ice Crystal Peaches!!” Shang Qinghua exclaimed, as he stood beneath one of the trees. “My king, do you know just how rare these are?! And here’s a whole grove of their trees!!”

Mobei-jun simply hummed as he walked forward at a more sedate pace.

Shang Qinghua’s hood had fallen back as he stared upwards in awe at the crystalline trees from which the delicate fruits hung, revealing brown hair hastily pulled back into a messy bun. Lights in every colour of the rainbow danced across the ground as a mild breeze caused the leaves to shift, sunlight refracting through them onto the pristine snow and across Shang Qinghua’s hair.

The king of the Northern Desert watched as his consort reached up towards one of the fruit that dangled tantalisingly near, just begging to be picked. And couldn’t stop his lips from curling into an amused smirk when Shang Qinghua’s fingers didn’t come close to reaching it.

Shang Qinghua’s nose scrunched up cutely in annoyance, the tip having turned red from the cold. He snuck a glance at Mobei-jun, who promptly busied himself staring intently at one of the other trees towards the left instead. Confident that Mobei-jun was not paying attention to him, Shang Qinghua rose to the very tip of his toes, straining to reach the fruit.

Out of the corner of his eye, Mobei-jun watched as his husband’s fingers didn’t come close to brushing the bottom of the fruit. Shang Qinghua blew a frustrated breath out of the corner of his mouth, causing his bangs to flop on his forehead. Mobei-jun’s fingers itched to card themselves through the messy brown locks. Or to grab hold and pull—but that was a thought for later.

Hastily glancing back to make sure Mobei-jun was still not paying attention to him, Shang Qinghua bent his knees slightly, eyes fixed on his prize. Then as subtly as possible, hopped up. His fingers smacked into the fruit, the peach swaying but stubbornly staying in place.

The familiar sound of mumbled curses drifted towards Mobei-jun, causing his smirk to widen. He turned his head to watch as his husband once again readied his stance and hopped up. Shang Qinghua’s multiple heavy robes flopped unflatteringly around his body as he landed empty-handed. Annoyed, Shang Qinghua aimed a petulant kick at the tree all the while grumbling curses at it.

A breathy laugh escaped Mobei-jun at his husband’s antics, the sound carrying through the air.

Startled, Shang Qinghua spun around. “My king, are you laughing at me?!”

Mobei-jun immediately schooled his face into its usual stoney expression, though the corner of his lips betrayed him by faintly ticking up. Used to catching every minute change in his king’s demeanour, Shang Qinghua’s face went through a myriad of expressions at the sight, finally settling on indignance.

“You are! I see how it is then!” he huffed, folding his arms across his chest, lip stuck out in an unconscious pout. “Not even on our honeymoon will you stop bullying me! Is this one really so—”

Mobei-jun crossed the distance between them in two large strides and bent to steal the air out of his husband’s lungs. Shang Qinghua let out a muffled squeak before quickly getting on with the programme, clinging to Mobei-jun’s robes as the king kissed him with all the force and implacability of a tidal wave.

Cradling his consort’s jaw in one large hand and wrapping the other around the man’s deceptively tiny waist, Mobei-jun drew him closer, intent on making sure every single thought was wiped from Shang Qinghua’s mind. Then gave into temptation and gently bit down on the lower lip which his husband wielded as a weapon with devastating effect, swallowing the gasp it elicited.

With one last nip, Mobei-jun regretfully drew back to let his husband breathe.

Shang Qinghua’s mouth fell open into a small ‘o’ as he did, cheeks flushing a fetching shade of pale pink as he stared up at Mobei-jun in a daze. A satisfied smirk curling at the corner of his mouth, Mobei-jun couldn’t resist lightly running his thumb along that plush lower lip, pressing down on the swollen flesh lightly.

Gaze not leaving his husband’s inviting mouth, Mobei-jun reached up with his other hand to get hold of the peach which had evaded Shang Qinghua, plucking it with a careless twist of his wrist. He offered it up to his stunned husband, the crystal coating catching the sunlight and reflecting it in a shower of diamonds between them.

“Whatever Qinghua wants,” Mobei-jun murmured as his lips brushed against Shang Qinghua’s, “this husband will provide.”

50 types of kisses | ask box

#chaptersinprogress #the scum villain's self saving system #svsss #moshang #ficlet #ily lizzy~ 💝#thanks for the prompt!

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