#since as a word it also means to do something for fun/for a laugh/etc

[deadsnakey]

𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐘!𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎 𝐱 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐱 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄

ˋ°•*⁀➷fluff ೀ Headcanons. . .ᐟ 0.7k wordsᥫ᭡┈─★

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᧔ ⑅ ᧓ it probably started with Theo and Matty being dared to kiss each other in truth or dare, sparked their bisexual awakening and then make out in a broom closet while drunk asf at a party a month later.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ from then on out, they started kissing just for fun resulting in feelings developing, then you came into the picture and y'all were really good friends and then confessed feelings to each other and now y'all are dating!!!

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ yeah y'all are like THE trio, being friends and while dating.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ They both wealthy asf, meaning theyre always getting you anything you want.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ Also meaning they spoil each other a lot too, sometimes ending up in them bickering lol.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ You definitely have scary guard dogs privileges.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ Very gentle and sweet, to you and each other only though.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ No one dares to fuck with you, but if they think they can get away with it when they arent with you, they are completely wrong. Theyll always find out.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ They both are really smart, so if you ever need help with anything especially school wise theyll gladly help you. Youre passing with all As almost because of these two.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ Lovesss late night baking. Like 1 or 2 am baking with you, its always so fun and filled with lots of laughter tbh and when they cant sleep and youre also up its a great activity to get tired out.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ If you have any hobbies like, painting, drawing, a sport, games, fashion, literally anything, theyll always encourage you and support it. Definitely loves your art if you do anything with creativity.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ Its obvious i think that theyd show you off but are also possessive and overprotective of you, especially at parties or in front of groups they know might try sum with you.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ Mattheo is a whore for scalp scratches, theodore is a whore for kisses.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ They both slutty whores for your attention.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ i think mattheo had to get used to being gentle or at least less aggressive since he didn't grow up with gentle or nurturing treatment. you and Theo had to kindly talk to him and let him know when he's hurting you because its never intentional; he doesn't know his own strength.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ but once he does start getting used to being more gentle he doesn't have to think anymore to be less aggressive; it comes more naturally now.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ i think Theo and mattheo love to team up on you just randomly.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ teasing you; especially in public. they even gang up on you to tickle you and bonus points when you're sleepy. they think you're so cute when you're sleepy.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ in love with your laugh, giggles, smile, voice, allat.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ dates are always fun for everyone, planned out and everything. if by chance at some point someone isn't haven't too much fun or sum that will immediately be rearranged.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ if you're more introverted, have anxiety, etc. they are more then understanding especially Theo, if your social battery is getting far too low just say the word and they will happily leave and go somewhere where you're more comfortable.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ these two are very playful, Mattheo is more shameless about it and wanna see you flustered, Theodore just likes seeing you get shy lol.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ do not even try to insult yourself in front of them, they will scold you and dog cuddle pile on you for hoursss, girlie good luck escaping.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ if you cook, they eat yo shit like fiends who don't get fed at home. cookies? ten minutes record and shoved down their throats. chocolate chip brownies? devoured, shit doesn't stand a chance. they definitely greedy and refuse to share with anyone but you. they're constantly asking if you can bake them something and especially on a bad day.

[joostsblog]

Omg hi your writing is so so good!! So I just saw the new photos of Joost (with his broken phone etc) and I thought of a new story… can you maybe write something where Joost trips and has some small injuries like a scraped knee and elbow etc, and reader takes care of him??

I loooooove this! I also noticed that there's a red spot on his knee so I wondered if he actually fell down or something

kiss it better ~ joost klein one shot

My masterlist here ✨💌

Pairing: Joost Klein x female!reader

Description: A bloody scratch on your crush Joost's knee turns into an interesting opportunity for you.

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: You already know, it's another friends to lovers one shot, i'm a sucker for those. I hope you like it, if you do pls show your support by reblogging ❣️❣️ send in requests i'm having fun with this! 💌

Warnings: blood, not proofread

Joost had always been clumsy. His drink accidentally slipping out of his fingers when grabbing it. Bumping into a corner when he just told a funny anecdote to his friends. You could even say that the way Joost stumbled into your heart was clumsy. Because he definitely didn't mean to do it, after all, you were just one of his friends. But there he was, definitely not leaving anytime soon - that you were sure of.

Your strategy for dealing with your uncurable crush on your friend was definitely unique. You and Joost were known within your friend group for being ultra-affectionate and flirty to one another. Always alternating between bickering and jokingly complimenting each other. Always making a joke out of every hug and touch you shared.

"Go get a room already," Apson would occasionally say with a roll of the eye and you both would laugh along but secretly you would wish that you could tell Joost about your crush earnestly. Instead, you hid it away under layers of jokes.

Right now you were watching Joost as you and your friends wandered through the streets of Vancouver. You were laughing as Joost walked backwards in front of you, his arms gesturing around wildly as he talked about an idea he had for a music video. You watched his steps intently as you already noticed this to be a risky situation for the clumsy man. You breathed a sigh of relief as Joost dropped the antics and decided to turn around to walk normally again. But as he did, you could only watch as he tripped over the seam of his long pants and fell on the concrete.

"Oh shit," your friends around you exclaimed. "Jooooost," they started to laugh as they realised that he must be not seriously hurt.

Joost sat down on the pavement, his legs bent at an angle and his hands behind him to prop himself up. You kneeled down between his legs to check on him.

"Are you alright?" you asked concerned.

"Yeah," Joost tried to press out a convincing laugh but you could see in his eyes that he must be either hurt or embarrassed by his fall - or maybe a mix of both. When you looked Joost in the eyes you saw him evading your gaze and for a second you were scared that he might start crying. You were glad that your friends didn't seem to pay much attention to the both of you since it was no news to see you lost in your own little world.

"Are you hurt? Let me see," you said and tried your best to be comforting for Joost.

Joost looked down at his hands to inspect them and you noticed a few scratches on one of his fingers. The phone he was holding in his hand was also shattered since Joost didn't use any protective phone cases.

"It's fine," Joost said unconvincingly.

"No, that sucks," you reaffirmed his feelings and softly touched his knee. Joost winced with a smile and you looked down to where your hand just touched. A small spot of red was bleeding through Joost's jeans where he must have scratched his knee during the fall. "Oh, I'm sorry," you said, instead caressing the side of his knee now. "Do you want me to kiss it better?" you said cheekily, right back with your flirty banter you two were so well accustomed to.

"Are you taking the piss out of me?" Joost asked with a pout.

"No, never," you tried to reassure him. "I'm serious," you said and reached into your bag to pull out a pack of tissues. You grabbed the bottom seam of Joost's jeans and looked at him for confirmation before he nodded. Your friends were still not paying much attention to you down on the floor as they instead talked and joked among themselves. You pulled Joost's jeans up until his bleeding knee was exposed. Using one of the tissues you carefully dabbed at the wound to remove the blood. Joost winced at the contact again. "I'm sorry," you said as you were finished.

After one moment of hesitation, you leaned down and pressed a light kiss on the skin of Joost's knee just above the scratch. You looked at Joost and saw a shy smile creeping up on his face so you decided to leave three other kisses on his knee for good measure.

"Better?" you asked.

"Yes, so much better," he said grinning.

"Is there anywhere else you're hurting?" you asked, feeling courageous.

"Here," Joost said and showed you the scratch on his hand which you had inspected earlier.

You carefully took his hand into yours and also cleaned off the blood using the tissue. Joost's hand wrapped around yours as you pulled it towards you until you also pressed a few gentle kisses around the fresh wound.

"Anywhere else?" you asked as you looked at Joost.

"Here," he said quietly and pointed to his lips. Your heart started racing.

"I don't see any scratches there," you teased. You wished you were alone in this moment and nobody would be here to see or interrupt.

"But I'm hurting," Joost said with a pout and you smiled.

Fuck it, you thought.

You leaned forward and cupped his cheek with one of your hands. Joost rested one hand on your waist. You made sure to plant the most gentle, sweetest and loving kiss on Joost's lips. As you leaned back again you both looked at each other and you wondered if this was one of those times when you would show each other affection or say something sickly sweet about the other person under the guise of it just being a joke. Something in Joost's eyes gave you the feeling that this might be different actually, that the both of you were earnest this time. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you decided to go in for another kiss, a second kiss you definitely couldn't play up for laughs anymore. It was longer and deeper and you could feel Joost leaning into you.

"Hey, look at Joost and (Y/N)!" Apson shouted in delight as your friends finally noticed what the two of you were up to.

You pulled away from Joost who looked at you biting down on his lips to hide a grin. You offer your hand to Joost as you get up and help him get up as well. The both of you just ignored the bickering around you as your friends tried to pry into what just happened. Instead, you just continued your path down to wherever you were going anyway. As you walk beside each other you take notice that Joost never let go of your hand, still firmly fitting around yours.

[bluesidez]

AHH CMON REQUESTS!! I know the inbox is flooded girl omg.

okay so as a request, i would really love to see a story where black, plus size reader and Miguel take on wedding planning. Reader is happy enjoying cake tastings, dress shopping, venue hunting etc. and groomzilla!miguel is trying to make everything perfect for her. It can be nsfw, but I trust you with whatever the vibe is! Love you down!! ✨✨✨✨

["It’s My Wife’s Day!"]

lab tester: @leoeloo 🩻

pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem!Reader, black!Reader, PlusSize!reader

summary: No one is going to stop Miguel's fiancé from having the best day of her life, not if Miguel has anything to do with it.

content warning: AAVE (YAY!), sorry to anyone named Elana or Finley, Miguel gets a little mean here (I tried to keep it reasonable but he’s giving Libra Diva DOWN), mentions of food, some cultural (traditional) things from both sides but nothing crazy, there is one scene that could be triggering for my fellow big girls (but it's handled with care I promise), 18+ at the end so MDNI, it's also pretty suggestive throughout

word count: 8,888k EXACTLY (there should be no mistakes for as long as I've been working on it....but hey)

a/n: AHHHH! I was so happy to receive this request! (You have also been very sweet to me since my very first fic and I really appreciate that!!!) I said on my blog that I really love all things weddings, so this was a super fun write. I just love imagining Miguel in this position of making sure that his girl has everything while the girl is in complete bliss. (The mom here was also heavily inspired by my own mom who is much more active than I am in terms of telling people off.) As per our DMs, I did sprinkle in a little GR!Mig mannerisms! And! I added him being super in love with reader…but that’s a given. I do hope you enjoy! Also, I LOVE YOU!

Miguel refers to reader as his wife constantly before they’re actually married.

Also a headcanon for Miguel here that isn’t said explicitly is that his Libra trait of indecisiveness is on at all times. 

Miguel could never forget the day you set his heart ablaze when you said those destined words:

“Yes! Of course I’ll marry you!”

He was over the moon. Weeks of him getting you to warm up to him, months of him chasing after you, years of him trying to show you that he’s the right one for you, and finally, your hand was adorned in the rock he’s been planning for you for eons. You were truly his lady, now and forever. 

The proposal was quiet and intimate, mostly because Miguel was a bit fearful you would say no, a seed of doubt growing the longer he waited. He steadily reminded you to get your nails done and paid for your hair appointments every now and then. Each time he thought he could do it, he chickened out. 

Then, one night under the stars after an unnecessary work event, his feelings just overloaded. 

You were so ethereal.

He remembers you laughing over something his drunk coworker had said, eyes sparkling as you retold the story. Your curls were parted to the side, earrings dangling past your jaw. Your legs were swinging over the edge of his trunk, not a care in the world as you talked with vigor. 

He thought that he couldn’t live without this. He couldn’t have a life without small moments like this with you. He couldn’t imagine a moment where you weren’t by his side. 

So, the words spilled out of him like water. He took your hands in his and poured his heart out. Finally, the ring box that had practically melted a shape into his thigh was being freed. 

You cried when you noticed what he was doing, emotions doing a complete 180. 

“No wonder you kept giving me extra money for my nails,” you let out a watery laugh as you leaned into him. 

Now, here you both were, almost a year later in the middle of wedding planning. 

The theme and colors were carefully handpicked, the venue was booked, and almost every week, the two of you had something to look forward to. 

Miguel was currently prepping ingredients for tonight’s dinner, listening as you chatted about your great wedding dress search of the day. 

“We stopped by one store, but the lady behind the desk immediately turned us down. I didn’t want to ruin such a good vibe, so I left it at that. Ma was ready to hurt her though.”

Miguel felt his nerves tighten at the news, “What?”

“Yeah, as soon as me and my entourage walked in, she ran up to us saying something about a short stock, but we knew she was lying-”

“What’s the name?”

You raise your eyebrows at his abruptness. 

“Miggy, it’s really ok. Don’t worry over this,” you got closer to him, taking his face into your hand. 

“I’m not. What’s the name?”

You pull his face down to yours, “Nuh uh. I’m not giving you the name. We said we weren’t going to be stressed out over this process, remember?” 

Miguel closed his eyes and brought his hands down your body, leaning his forehead against yours, “I remember.” He blew out a breath and squeezed your ass in hopes that it would help calm him down. 

“Good. Now, you stay right here and I’ll go get ready for dinner. I wanna tell you about this poor girl whose dad didn’t like a single thing she put on.”

You kiss him three times, the last kiss lingering a little longer with Miguel humming into your lips and lean back with a warm smile. Miguel’s hands clinged to you until you were too far to reach and you walked upstairs to change into your house clothes. 

Miguel stood next to the island, tapping his fingers against the granite with a tongue poking into his cheek. 

The dress shopping process was the one he was the least involved in, opting to be surprised on the day you walked down the aisle. You wouldn’t even let his family pitch in for the dress, saying something about running up your dad’s pockets. 

But how does a dress shop conveniently run out of dresses once his fiancé walks in?

Right as Miguel was considering googling every dress shop in the area, his phone buzzed to life. 

Just the person he wanted to hear from.

“Hello?” Miguel turned to toss some butter on a skillet, holding the phone between his shoulder and his ear.

“Miguel…”

He stopped in his tracks, knowing the exact tone of voice your mother was using. 

“What happened?”

“Today was so beautiful!”

“But?”

“But that one shop on James Street? Terrible.”

Miguel would have usually chuckled at the dramatics, but this situation was no laughing matter to him.  

“You should have seen the way the people in there turned they nose up at us! One lady was about to jump out of her skin. All of this for some of the ugliest dresses I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Miguel shifted his position and stood up straight, tossing minced garlic in the sizzling butter, “Did they say anything to you?” His hands were gripping the phone enough to leave indents on his skin.

“Other than telling us how she wouldn’t have anything we would like, no. She didn’t even want us taking a seat in the lobby.”

He moved to grab a pen and a notepad from the drawer, “Do you have the name of the shop?”

“Lady Love. They should call it Lady A Lie.”

Miguel smiled, thankful that he could count on his future mother-in-law to be his partner in crime specifically when it came to making sure that no one brought harm to you. The number one thing that he and your mom had in common was their need to spring into action.

“Thank you. She didn’t want to tell me anything.”

“Trust me, if she hadn’t begged me not to act a fool, I would have cussed that heifer out. She was so nasty and so rude. That ol’ cow.”

“They’ll have a notice from my lawyer by the morning.”

Your mother hummed, “Let me get my iPad out and get to rating they store. It was a bleach blonde butched buffoon named Elana at the front desk. She was the one giving my baby a hard time. Nobody in there was trying to stop her either.”

“I’ll remember that,” Miguel could hear you coming down the stairs, fuzzy slides creating a steady tempo against the floor. “Let me call you back later.”

“She must be coming back. Tell her to bring me back my shoes!”

Miguel chuckled, “Yes ma’am.”

You came up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. 

“Was that Ma?”

“Yeah,” Miguel reached to place some chicken on the hot skillet, satisfied with the simmered ingredients he added. “She said to give her those shoes back.”

“She’ll get them back! I’m using them right now. What else were you two talking about?”

Miguel turns down the boil of the pasta noodles, shoulders tensing, “She was telling me about Lady Love.”

You clicked your teeth, “I thought I told you not to worry about it.”

“I’m not!” He turned the chicken over while you grumbled into his back. “But she called me with very upsetting news. What am I but a good son? I had to listen.”

“You two are gonna work my nerves.”

“Don’t say that. We’re just not going to sit back and let someone disrespect you like that. What kind of man would I be if I just let somebody not treat you right and I have the means to stop it? So, please. Let me do this.”

You huffed and buried your face into his back, fingers pressing into his skin. His words shut you up. 

“Fine.” 

“Thank you, cariño. Now, can you get the salad and the wine out of the fridge? This is almost ready.”

“What are you making?”

“Marry Me Chicken and Pasta.”

“So funny.”

“Ah, I know. It must really work, huh?”

Miguel walked hand-in-hand with you down the fancy boutiques in the shopping district. 

You both had just gotten done wandering aimlessly as you waited for the cake-tasting appointment. Miguel had to be stopped multiple times from buying everything you complimented. 

He was extremely happy to see you giddy about the cake tasting. It was something you’ve been looking forward to since the day you both confirmed a wedding date. 

He’s studied your Pinterest boards heavily, the notifications dinging with every pin. He knows you want to go all out for the cake. Something large enough to feed both of your huge families and something grand enough to match the venue and the theme. 

He arranged for the best of the best to be trying out today and if that didn’t work, he’ll seek someone else. He’ll even bake the cake if he has to, although you’d push him out of the kitchen.

“I hope they have that Biscoff flavor. I heard it was really good,” you turn to him with a hopeful smile. 

Miguel smiled back at you, “I’m sure they will.”

He only lets go of your hand to hold the door open for you, eyes enjoying the view of your body in the flowy dress you were wearing. Earlier, he couldn’t stop kissing over the deep Queen Anne neckline of it, claiming that you smelled too good. You two almost didn’t make it out of the house on time.

“Hello! Welcome in!”

The bakery was bright and homey. The desserts on display were placed on light peach stands and risers and the smell of caramel and cinnamon was strong in the air. Square canvases covered the walls with cute paintings of some of the featured desserts.

“Miguel, look!”

You pull him over to some Miffy-shaped buns filled with different flavored custards. 

“That is too adorable to even eat.”

“But I do hope you’d still be willing to give it a taste!”

You both look up to the friendly face behind the counter. They were a lanky figure with a glitter tattoo of a unicorn cupcake planted on their arm and pink gauges in their ears 

“You two must be the future Mr. & Mrs. O’Hara. Lovely to meet you all.”

“It’s a pleasure to be here,” Miguel reached his hand out to give a firm shake. 

“My name is Finley and I’ll be assisting you all today. We have several beautiful flavors for you to try.”

Finely directed you both to a square table booth in the corner of the bakery. Miguel slid next to your right side in order to wrap his arm around with one hand and eat with the other. 

“Other than the standard Chocolate, Vanilla, Strawberry & Cream, Red Velvet, Marble, and ‘Wedding Cake’ flavors that we offer, the samples for you here include Tiramisu, Passionfruit, White Chocolate Raspberry, Lemon Blueberry, Cookies & Cream, aaaand Dulce de Leche!”

Miguel’s eyebrows went up, feeling skeptical but open. 

“Woah,” your eyes grew at the neat display of confections before you. “I’m so excited.”

 “I’ll be right over here if you guys need me. Enjoy!”

You picked up a fork and dug straight into the Strawberries & Cream.

“That is so freaking good,” you groan out, eyebrows scrunching. 

“Let me see,” Miguel turned to you with his mouth open, eyes full of mirth.

“Miguel, please.”

“What? It’s practice for the real deal.”

“When we’re the only ones in here?”

“It’s going to feel like an intimate moment just between us, no?”

You sigh, defeated. He doesn’t even budge when you shove a giant piece of cake in his mouth. He grabs your hand before you can retreat, licking slowly away at the leftover cream. 

He focuses on the golden fork, working in between the prongs. Time slows down as you watch the white icing disappear into his mouth. His eyelashes are long and pretty and his lips are plump and a little wet from his tongue. 

One more pass of the fork through his mouth and he’s looking up at you with the same fire from this morning. 

You clear your throat, “Is that how you’re going to eat the cake?”

“Something like that.”

You two slowly but surely make it through the rest of the flavors with you trying to stay unflustered and Miguel trying to up the ante. 

He’s grinning and chuckling at your ruffled state until you get to the Dulce de Leche cake. He harrumphs as you cut into it. 

“No, no, you wanna eat cake so bad, so eat it!”

“This isn’t the cake I was talking about-”

“I’m going to shove this fork so far down your throat if you even think of finishing those thoughts out loud.”

 “You know I love it when you get that way,” Miguel sighs and reaches to eat from the fork before you can say anything back. 

You wait in silence as you watch his face contort from disgusted to neutral to pleased. 

“It’s not that bad.”

“Yeah?”

“A little too sweet. Abuela wouldn’t like it.”

“Do you like it, though?”

He paused as he watched you take a bite. 

“Maybe.”

“Would you like it as our wedding cake?”

“No….”

You smirked at him, “But you want it as your groom’s cake?”

“…Yes.”

He looks so conflicted about it that you almost feel bad for him.

“Miguel it’s ok if you like it, no one is going hurt you. You know you have a sweet tooth.”

“It is really delicious, like eerily so. It’s not my favorite cake, though.”

“Oh? Was it the Cookies & Cream one?”

“Close.”

You look around the plate, confused as to how fruit flavors have anything to do with sandwich cookies. 

Miguel got closer to your ear, lips grazing the top, “My favorite is you.”

You push his face back with your hand while he grins into your palm. 

“I see you two lovebirds are enjoying everything,” Finley walks back over to the two of you. “Any standouts?”

Miguel lists off the ones you were enjoying the most with ease. 

“We also enjoyed this Dulce de Leche one but we decided it would be best for my cake but before we move on, do you have any Biscoff cake samples that we can try?”

“Of course, let me go get that for you.”

He looks back at you cheesing at him.

“You remembered!”

“Always.” 

Finley comes back with a small Biscoff bundt cake. 

“Now, unfortunately, we don’t offer this flavor for any tiered cakes.”

You took a bite and almost soared. The flavors were just the right mix of salty and sweet, some caramel coating the top. 

Miguel looked from you to Finley, “Can you just do it for one tier?”

“Um, I can ask my boss when she comes back-”

“You can leave her number with me. I would really love to talk with her face-to-face.”

“Y-yes sir.”

“Good,” Miguel reaches over to wipe some salt off of your lips. “My wife wants a pretty grand cake and she has some particular ideas. We want to be really involved in the process for the best result. No surprises.”

“Absolutely. Would you still want to place that order for the groom cake? We have a sale on toppers for them right now.”

They place a pamphlet on the counter with countless toppers of grooms in pure agony. Some are being dragged by their wives and others are running away. Miguel turns his lip up and moves his eyes to Finely without lifting his head up. 

“These are very tacky and senseless, so no. We’ll place the order for it at the same time as the main cake.”

Finely moves to remove the pamphlet, face red and eyes wet, “I apologize. A lot of the future husbands enjoy them.”

“Do I look like the other husbands that come through here?”

“N-no sir! Not at all.”

“Tell you what, give me your boss’s number and your business card. We’ll circle back. Thank you for today’s tasting.”

“L-let me at least give you some extra dessert before you leave. Free of charge!”

Miguel helps you stand as Finley hops around the store grabbing any and everything. 

“I really hope you consider choosing us for the wedding.”

“The wedding?”

“Your! Your wedding!”

“Hmph.”

Miguel grabs the box from Finley’s shaking hands and promptly leaves the store with you on his arm. You turn back to Finley with an apologetic look and a quiet sorry leaving your lips, though you’re sure they’re still shocked by Miguel’s behavior. 

“I’m going to set up more appointments. We need a backup cake,” he says as he guides you back to the car. 

“You loved those cakes and you scared that poor person to death.”

“Yeah, but it’s not just me eating these cakes. And those were some of the most horrible toppers I’ve seen yet. Who does that?” 

“You would be shocked to know that not every man is willing to celebrate and proudly love their partner.”

Miguel turned the car on and let the cool AC hit his face. 

“But, if you still want to look at more bakeries, we can. More cake for me.”

You turn his face to yours and kiss his lips gently. 

“Now what’s all this about eating me-flavored cake?”

He shifts the gear into reverse, “Let’s get home and you’ll find out.”

When you said you wanted creative and unique pre-wedding photoshoots, Miguel didn’t hesitate to make sure he could pull it together for you. Now he’s starting to regret it. 

You walked out into the studio apartment with an oversized button-down that looked like it could be his, some thigh-high stockings squeezing at your thick thighs, and some black lingerie peeking through the thin shirt material. Your makeup was simple but jaw-dropping with glossy lips and a lovely blush that brought out a glow to your skin. Your hair was in a blowout style, curls bouncing with every step closer to him.

This specific photographer that you had mentioned in awed passing was known for her eye for romantic detail. Her pictures truly captured the love between couples in raw form. When you showed Miguel the pictures on her website, he was quick to get in touch with her to set up a decent amount of photoshoots. What he didn’t expect was for her to have an influx of assistants and protégés to have wandering eyes. 

“Are you going to move the lights or are you going to keep gawking at my wife like an idiot?” 

The one assistant who clearly didn’t understand what Miguel’s death stares meant jumped at his voice and rushed to move things within the set, the entire back of his neck beet-red. 

“Baby, don’t be like that, he might just be nervous,” you slid your hands up his chest, straightening out his “work” shirt. “Don’t fuss at him.”

 “He should do his job then,” Miguel shifted his gaze from the scrambling boy to you, voice getting quieter as he peered down at your excited face. “You do look beautiful, though. Can’t blame him.”

“You like it?” There was a spark in your eye. It was something that Miguel knew all too well.

He glided his fingers down your back, feeling the heat of your skin through the shirt. Your eyes never left his lips as he drew closer. You could feel his breath covering your skin.

The flash of a strobe light caused you to jump.

“These are going to make such stunning outtakes,” Xina gasped as she moved her camera back up to her face again. “Sorry to scare you. Please continue this and we can do the original plan in a second.”

You laughed as Miguel pulled you even closer, pressing kisses against your neck to avoid ruining your makeup. 

The original idea of the shoot was to have Miguel look like he’s coming home from work and walking in on you dancing around in his clothes. The idea was cute, domestic, a little sexy, and true to life. While it wasn’t the set of photos going out with your wedding invitations, it was something fun for your socials. 

As the scene played out, Miguel didn’t expect you to open up your shirt even more as he came back through the entryway. It made for a nice expression when he looked up to see you passionately dancing around the couch. 

You urged him toward you with your finger, hips moving to the music blasting over the speakers Xina had behind the equipment. Miguel grinned and headed your way. 

With Xina’s direction, the both of you were able to get out lively photos as if it were just a normal day in the soon-to-be O’Hara home. 

By the time you all were finished, Miguel was only in a tucked-in tank top with his hair tossed and turned. You still looked perfect on his lap, grinning down at him as he mischievously bit his loose necktie that you placed on your shoulders.

“Perfect!” Xina smiled behind the camera. “Now, one little thing I like to do at the end of each shoot is have the couple face me with their faces together for one final picture.”

You kiss Miguel on the corner of his mouth and lay his tie on top of his head before turning to Xina. Miguel follows with a lazy grin on his face.

It would have all been so well if that same assistant wasn’t still staring at you like he’s never seen a beautiful woman before when Xina started to wrap up. 

He met Miguel’s eyes and almost turned blue in the face trying to look busy.

There were so many more photoshoots to go in the near future. He’s not sure how he’ll make it through the next ones without making a scene. 

“Miguel! The invitation samples are here,” you knocked on his office door, giddy with excitement.

Miguel rolls back from his desk, glasses perched on his nose, “C’mon, let me see.”

You stride eagerly to his seat and he’s waiting with the same energy, pulling you into his lap once you’re within arms reach. You make a noise of excitement as run your finger under the envelope flap. Miguel leans his head on your shoulder waiting to finally see the design you so meticulously planned. 

You slid the cardstock out, gasping as you saw the paperdoll drawings of you and Miguel on the page. The artists did a fantastic job of designing you both in such a stylistic, yet recognizable way. 

“Oh my god, look at the little outfits!”

You panned through the cut-out clothes, one with you all’s work outfits, another with casual outfits, and the last one with a wedding dress and a tux. You brought the papers up to cover your mouth as you laughed again. Miguel’s heart soared at the charming way you reacted. 

“Look! They even captured your cute nose right!”

“You love my nose, huh?”

“Stop,” you snicker as you pull out the last picture. It’s one from a more recent photoshoot with you both in formal, dressy attire with scissors and measuring tapes in your hands and paper hearts everywhere to match the paperdoll invitation. 

Miguel took the invitations from your hands, wanting to get a better look. It really was one of a kind, something you both would be able to look back fondly at. 

He ran his thumb across the words, really taking in the fact that you’ll be walking down the aisle right into his arms. He read the words once more. 

Save the date…

2025…

Miguel &…

“How the hell did they spell your name wrong?”

You looked up from the picture in your hand with a frown, “What?”

“We waited this long for samples and they spell your name fucking wrong.”

You read over the invitation again and let out a groan, “Of course. Let me call the company-”

“I’ll do it.”

“Are you sure? You looked busy when I knocked, I don’t want you to get sidetracked.”

“Making sure that my wife’s name is spelled correctly on our wedding invitations isn’t getting sidetracked. I’ll handle it.”

You felt your shoulders drop, a tension you didn’t realize you were carrying releasing from your body. 

“Thank you so much, baby,” you sent him the number with a small smile on your face. 

Miguel gave your lips a peck, “Anything for you. Don’t worry your head about it.”

You stood up to leave, but not before he gave your thighs a squeeze. 

When he was sure you rounded the corner, he immediately pressed the number, blowing slowly through his mouth. 

He was about to work his way to free invitations and a year's worth of service once he was finished. 

Miguel laughed at the video you sent him. You were practically glowing with the turquoise waves in the background and braids in your hair. A giant plumeria was tucked behind your ear and you held a big fruity drink in your hand. 

You were out on your bachelorette’s trip, enjoying the waves in the sand as you caught up with your bridesmaids. He hadn’t seen any annoyed texts yet, so he assumed that the trip was not falling to pieces. 

He could hear your friends in the background bickering about how they had to take your phone away sometimes to stop you from texting him. 

“She got a few more months of being a hoe!”

“Will you shut up?! I’m making a video.”

“It’s true, though! We’re about to go get drunk as fuck. Don’t worry, Miguel, we got her!”

You just rolled your eyes and smiled at their antics before the video ends.

The mood of the video contrasted your texts entirely. They really did get you drunk.

“i miss you alreadyyyyyy”

“I miss you too but you need to have fun”

“I’ll see you soon. I’ll be waiting for you at the airport in just a few days.”

“good”

“you better be waiting for me”

“i wont you”

“shit”

“want you”

“you and your dick”

“gonna sing to him”

“Him?”

“yeah him”

“he’s mine”

“gonna love on him”

“and you”

“miss you so baaaaad”

“the bed is empty without you :((((“

“I hope you remember all of this when you see me baby”

“my name is mrssss oharaaaa”

“idk who baby is”

“Ok well Mrs. O’Hara you need to go to sleep”

“i will go to sleep mr ohara”

“gonna dream of you”

“and my big dick”

“You do that”

“Send me a pic when you wake up”

The night could have ended perfectly. He knew you had fun and crashed safely in your room. There were no problems with the resort or the reservations. You were constantly flooding his phone with pictures without talking because of the “No Miguel” rule he was sure your friends set. 

Miguel wanted to close his eyes in peace. 

So when his assistant sent him the picture of one of the most crucial parts of your wedding, he could feel his neck tightening. He called Ben instantly.

“What the fuck am I looking at?”

“The broom! They had a lot of them at the store but this one was plain and white, so I feel like it’s perfect for the wedding.”

Miguel pinched his forehead in an attempt to keep his eyebrows from molding together, “Do you have a schedule for when you’re this stupid, or is it only reserved for me?”

Ben was silent for a second, “I don’t understand, I thought you said you needed a broom? Is that not what this is?”

“A broom to jump over Reily. For weddings. I told you to check with Jess about it because I knew you weren’t going to have the slightest idea what I was talking about. Imagine if I brought this home to my wife. She would be offended.”

“W-what’s the difference?”

He might find out the difference once Miguel hits him over the head with it. 

“I’m going to fire you.” 

Miguel wasn’t really. He was just so tired. 

“Return the broom. I’ll take care of this in the morning.”

Ben was stuttering and blubbering as Miguel smacked the red button. He needed to look at the pictures you sent again. He didn’t need to fall asleep in such a bad mood. 

Miguel was certain that if he were a celebrity, this would be the wedding of the century with the way the bill was racking up. 

Not that it really mattered, because it was his wife’s day. Anything you wanted, he was going to get it. 

You both agreed on a buffet-style dinner for the reception with different stations and servers to accommodate your huge families. 

Currently, you both were tasting the traditional foods that the caterer had to offer and it was looking less than desirable. 

The greens were a bit bland, the catfish was ok, and the mac & cheese was delicious. 

The pork was a bit dry, the wedding cookies could have been better, and the mole was missing something. 

“I think,” Miguel pushed his food around the plate. “It’s missing banana.”

“Really? I’ve never thought to add that before.”

“For future reference, it’ll really make the difference.”

You wiped your fingers above the plate, “I think this might be a sign to leave the traditional stuff to our dessert table. Some of these are great but I’m sure both of our families will be up in arms with complaints. And maybe this is for the better! Tradition is too on the nose.”

Miguel admires your positivity because this is probably the sixth caterer you both have tested out. 

“We know you’re popular from your page, so what is it that you’re most confident in?”

The woman before you all smiled, “Since you're both looking for a pretty ambitious spread, I think things like a pizza bar or build-your-own stations should be the way to go.”

Through another round of dishes, you and Miguel were amazed by the specialties that the chef had to offer from the customization to the endless amount of options.

After a long Q&A trial between the chef and Miguel:

“Do you have simpler options for the kiddos?”

“Is it possible to do this station and this station right next to each other?”

“Should I hire more help for you?”

“Do you sell this mac & cheese separately?”

“Can you try this mole one more time?”

You both settled on five different stations with food ranging from BBQ to fries to candy. No one will be able to say that they went home hungry.

“Are you satisfied?” you rub Miguel’s chest on the way out to the car.

“Completely. I think it’s going to be great.”

The big day was getting closer and closer with finalizations being made and arrangements galore. The cake flavors were chosen, your dress was being edited to perfection, makeup and hair appointments were already made, and Miguel’s suit was tailored like no other. The bridesmaids and groomsmen were all fitted, especially after Miguel’s constant trips to Lyla’s shop. He was there for nearly every snip, tuck, and seam.

The time was really winding down and you both could really feel that as you walked into the reception venue. 

Miguel woke up that day to a phone call claiming that the venue had been overbooked and was seeking him out to cancel his event. He’s never called people faster in his life. The threats that were made was not something he was proud of, but he’s glad he didn’t wake you up.

Now he has the pleasure of watching you glide around the tables in awe.

“Miguel! Look at the plates! The silverware! The centerpieces!”

It truly was magical watching your vision come to light. 

Miguel followed after you with a grin painting his lips, checking every table for faults. The wedding planner was also next to him, waiting with bated breath for direction from Miguel.

“This should be here,” Miguel pointed to a lone party favor in the middle of a plate.

The planner moves it with ease, used to Miguel’s demands at this point in the process. 

Miguel kept walking towards the tables closest to where you and he would be sitting. 

“I thought I said that these two weren’t supposed to be next to each other? We don’t have time for arguments that night,” Miguel picks up two placeholders. “I don’t want to have to carry our aunts out of here myself. Fix it.”

The wedding planner grabbed them and made a note on their clipboard.

“And where’s the centerpiece for our table?” Miguel checks his watch. “It was supposed to be here yesterday.”

“There was a delay in the flowers. They were the wrong shade, remember? They should be here first thing tomorrow morning, and we’ll have the final touches to it.”

“And you’ll have the pictures sent to me?”

“Of course.”

“Miguel!” you were on the other side of the hall by the dessert table. “The lights over here are shaped like hearts! How cute is that!”

Miguel’s arms unfolded, demeanor shifting as he watched you get excited by the different labels. His chest rose up and the scowl on his mouth disappeared. 

“You really love her.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

“This is a toast to everyone who has been with us on this long, long journey.”

Your closest friends and family laughed at Miguel’s words. 

Who’s to say that Miguel essentially blacked out making sure that everyone walked down the aisle correctly just a few hours earlier? No one brave enough to bring it to his face.

“You guys have been here from the start. From the moment I decided to pursue this angel of a woman, you guys were right there cheering me on. Now we’re here years later about to take on one of the biggest days of our lives.”

The table was a mix of happiness and nostalgia, excitement and fondness.

“I can’t thank you all enough for being a part of our bridal party. I can’t even thank you guys enough for encouraging us as a couple. The love in this room truly knows no bounds.’

Miguel lifts his glass up with one hand and squeezes your hand with another.

“So here’s to the present and the future. To family and friends. To us, your future O’Hara’s.”

The table clinks their glasses together with a cheer, watching as Miguel kisses you with so much adoration. 

Tomorrow was going to be whimsical.

Today was starting out obnoxious. 

Anything that could go wrong was going wrong for Miguel.

First, woke up almost an hour late due to playing stupid games all night with his groomsmen. He would have preferred one my night with you before the “I do’s,” but apparently that was bad luck. Instead, he got an extensive game night with a couple of beers. Nothing to have him over the edge, but definitely something to make him feel like he was in college again.

Second, he couldn’t find his cufflinks that he had made specifically for this day. They were custom with your initials and your birthstone on them. The room looked like a whirlwind after he searched top to bottom only for Gabriel to have them the whole time and tell him almost forty minutes later. 

He wanted to strangle him.

“Miguel, I have the rings too. There’s no way you think that Peter B. is a better ringkeeper than I am.”

“If you lose them, I swear to god I’m going to-”

“Yeah, yeah. Death, Grim Ripper, stabbing, big whoop. Go calm down.”

Third, for some reason, Peter B. had Mayday in the hotel suite when the only children that were supposed to hit the aisle were his niece and your nephew. 

“Why is that baby here?” Miguel tried to keep his voice level because it’s not Mayday who ran in here, it was Peter who’s constantly doing what he wanted. She was walking around and chatting with the groomsmen who were kind enough to keep up her conversations. Four-year-olds had a lot to say.

“Ah, she’s just here until her grandma comes by to pick her up!”

“Peter, if I pass out before I see my wife today, you’re going to be the first reason.”

Lastly, when everything was finally settled and he was ready to go to the ceremony venue, Gabriel came running in and almost gave Miguel a heart attack. Something about you and crying and Miguel almost broke the door down trying to get out.

“Miguel, don’t look at her!” Gabriel ran after him as he made his way to your suite.

“I’m not, damn it, I just need to make sure she’s ok.”

He was on your floor in a flash, your friends waiting outside the door. 

“Where is she?”

“She’s inside. We calmed her down for the most part, but her aunt got up here somehow and started to talk shit.”

“Miguel, if Jess and her mom weren't able to remove her, it would have been bad. She kept saying things about how you’re being tricked. She kept telling her that she wasn’t worthy enough to be a bride.”

“What?” Miguel walked towards the door. “Let me in.”

“Let us make sure you can’t see her, first.”

“I really don’t give a-”

“Miguel.”

He turned to Gabriel who pushed his hands down in a pressing motion, “Ya relájate, yeah? She’s not going to be centered if you aren’t centered.” 

With that in mind, Miguel waited at the door until he was allowed in. Your friends said you were in the bathroom with the door cracked. He walked over and turned his back to the door, tapping in a light rhythm so as not to startle you.

“You ok, baby?”

He could hear your sniffles and it took everything within him not to take the hinges off the door just to get to you. 

“No, not really. I, I’m terrified.”

“Honestly, me too.”

The door moved a bit, and your voice sounded closer, “What if I’m not the woman you need?

He scoffed, “And what if I’m not the man you need?”

You were quiet for just a moment, “You are more than what any man has ever been for me. I don’t think there’s been even a day where I could fix my lips to say that I haven’t felt your love and your heart. You’re…you’re everything to me.”

“So how do you think I feel when someone has convinced you that you aren’t enough for me?” Miguel turned his head to the crack. “No woman has opened my eyes like you have. No person has stolen my heart and cared for it the way that you have. I can’t even begin to describe the ways in which you’ve changed me for the better. You are my world.���

“Miguel,” your voice was watery as you took a deep breath. 

“If you want to call this entire thing off and go to the Justice of the Peace, that’s fine with me. We can send our family straight to the reception. I don’t care, as long as I have you.”

“No, I want to still have this ceremony. I still want to present our love. I’m just overwhelmed right now.”

Miguel moves to slide his wrist through the door, “Give me your hand.”

You laugh as you take his hand in yours, careful not to lean on the door and smoosh it.

“You are worthy to me and this is only a new chapter in the foundation that we’ve built. No jealous aunt nor any other family member is taking what we have away. I chose you, you chose me, ok?”

“Ok,” you squeeze his hand as rubs the top of yours with his thumb. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

Miguel’s heart was hammering in his chest like a hummingbird fluttering around nectar.

He stood at the end of the aisle with his one hand grasping one wrist and a knot in his throat. The seats were filled with waiting people, but he didn't think anyone was more ready than him. Gabriel had patted him on the back once he was down the aisle, now he stood with his daughter at his side making sure Miguel really didn’t pass out.

Miguel’s tunnel vision shifted as everyone got up to watch you come around the corner. Miguel’s breath stopped. 

You really were his world. 

Your smile was blinding as you stepped towards him, your father’s arm wrapped tightly around yours. The closer you got, the more Miguel could feel the air coming back into his lungs.

As he waited for your father to put your hands in his, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He was so lucky, he couldn’t believe it. 

As he held his hands out, he had to will himself to relax. 

You stepped closer to him, your warm palms bringing life back to his. 

“You’re shaking.”

He looked to his hands and they did have a faint tremor to them, “I’m excited.”

With eyes for only each other, you both made it through your vows. Miguel damn near brought the audience to tears with his imagery of a lost younger version of himself and you finding him in his aimless pursuit of living. How you opened up to him like a waterfall behind thick vines. How you wrapped your arms around him. How you upgraded his life. 

You almost brought him to tears when you spoke about how he loved you. How he stood tall between all that was against you and guided you to better days. How he never went a day without showering you in some form of love, even when he was feeling like shit. How he made you want to grow old with him and walk through life together. 

To the shock of no one, you both said “I do” with ease, no objection to be heard. 

When he kissed you, the world stopped for only a second and came back down with the celebration from your guests. His hands on your jaw brought you closer to him and one swipe of the tongue before he pulled away had you excited for later. 

One more kiss and you both turned to the crowd ecstatically. The broom was placed in front of you both and with three taps on your hand you both took a huge jump over it. Your family and friends cheered even louder. 

Walking down the aisle to the doors, Miguel could actually pay attention to the crowd. So many people were smiling and wiping tears from their faces. It only solidified the love that he had for you. 

You both laugh as flower petals fill the air around you on the way to the car. 

It was really a joyous occasion. 

Miguel was so happy, he didn’t care what anyone else did.

Ok so, he did stop one of his baby cousins from sticking their entire head in the fondue machine, but other than that, he was so relieved.

The DJ announcing you two as Mr. & Mrs. Miguel O’Hara elevated his mood and the trip to the dance floor for the first dance had his spirits high. 

The two of you had a sexy number, with his hands barely leaving your hips and his fingers sliding up the slit of the sparkly dress you changed into. 

After that, it was hard for him to keep his hands off of you. He tried to distract himself with catching up with family, grabbing food from each station, having dance competitions, laying sleeping kids more comfortably in chairs, anything to stop himself from just dragging you to your reserved hotel room. 

When you two stood near the cake feeding each other bites with hearts in your eyes, he couldn’t help but to lean into your ear and whisper, “Still the second best flavor.”

You hit his chest with one hand and covered your cake-filled mouth with the other. 

By the time you drove off with ribbons and flowers trailing the back of the car, Miguel was practically buzzing getting you all to himself. 

He made that known by carrying you bridal style to the room without a care in the world and you laughing into his neck. 

You kissed his neck as he refused to let you, even for the elevator, “You’re so silly.”

“The better to make you laugh, Mrs. O’Hara.”

“I love it when you call me that. Say it again.”

“Mrs. O’Hara. My beautiful bride today, my beautiful wife for life.”

He passes through the door after you reach to scan the keycard. As soon as he closes it you’re on his face kissing all over. 

“My husband,” you say in between the passes of his lips against yours. “Mr. O’Hara. Will you put me down?”

“Nuh uh.”

“Then how will we finish off our night with a bang? C’mon, baby, I have a surprise for you.”

“Fine,” four more kisses and Miguel let you go. 

“Just go sit on the bed and I’ll be right back.”

Miguel laid his jacket on a chair and walked over to the bed. He started to unbutton his shirt carefully, not wanting to tear the expensive material. He slid his shoes off carefully too, sliding into the fluffy slippers the hotel provided. 

He would say he wishes he could have done more for tonight, but the two of you will be enjoying the fresh air of a foreign country in about two weeks time. 

He sat on the bed as he waited for you to come out of the bathroom. There was no telling what you had in store, and he can’t wait to find out. 

“Close your eyes!”

Miguel obeyed, curious as to what you had in store. He could hear the padding of your heels on the carpet getting closer. 

You took his hands and guided them to your ass and with muscle memory, he took a handful.

“I’m already sold,” he said, feeling some light fabric hit his wrists. 

You chuckled at his face, seeing his tongue poked out to the corner and his hands feeling and kneading your body. 

“Ok, open ‘em.”

Miguel parted his eyes to see you in beautiful white lingerie. A white open lace see-through babydoll set hugged your tits tight. Panning down, he could see your thin panty with the string pulled over your hips and the curve of your body on display. Going further down, on your left leg, there was a garter digging into your skin that read “Miguel’s Wife” in bold, red cursive letters. 

“You like it?”

Miguel looked up to you with a tinier veil adorning your hair.

“This garter might be the only thing that makes it out unscathed.”

“Yeah?”

“Mm hm,” he leans forward to plant kisses along the top of your chest, pulling your thick thighs around him. “We’re gonna get a complaint.”

“Good,” you raked your nails down his nape, earning a groan from Miguel as you continued to his back. “I want you to make love to me.”

You start to grind along him, feeling the bulge in his suit pants grow. Miguel hummed and started to remove your top. It looked gorgeous on you, but it was useless to him at the moment. Your skin was sparkling all the way down to your nipples and it only made Miguel want to devour you more. 

You gasp as he smacks your ass and hikes you up, his mouth latching onto your areola like it’s fruit from the chocolate fondue today. 

“I’ve been wanting this all night,” Miguel mumbles into your skin. “You looked so amazing today.”

“So did you,” you tilt his chin up to look at his face. “I saw you looking at me all night. You’re not very discreet.”

“Wasn’t trying to be.”

He got up with you in his arms and flipped you over, “Everybody there should know how I feel about you by now.”

You were a vision. Smooth skin contrasting with the stark white of the panty and garter, veil sprawled out behind you like a halo. Miguel bent down to kiss you again, truly in awe that this was who he had as a spouse. 

“I want you to know how I feel about you too,” you whisper against his lips. 

You guide his hand from your face to your breast to your panties. You part your legs, thighs shaking in anticipation. Miguel's eyes get wider as he sees your lips through the peek-a-boo hole of your underwear. One swipe and your essence is on his fingertips. 

Miguel brings his eyes back to you as he takes his fingers and brings it to his lips, sucking it off with a pop. 

You bite your lip watching him lick his fingers and unbuckle his pants. 

The air is tight and heated, with you open and waiting and Miguel watching and wanting. 

He leans back and pulls his pants down. You look down hoping to see a peek of what’s about to rock your world. 

At the sight of your name and “MIC” in bold black letters across the band you bust out in giggles. 

You sit up as he comes around to the side of the bed, “I can’t believe you remembered that.”

“I’ll never forget it.”

You laugh even more when you see it up close.

“Help me take this off,” he turns around to show your name and “Husband” printed on the back.  

You lean into his back in a fit of giggles, shocked but giddy. 

“We really are soulmates,” you say as you pull the briefs by the leg. “Meant to be.”

Miguel turns back around, bending to slide your mouth with his, “Forever and ever.”

True to his word, it really felt like you were his favorite flavor with the amount of marks he left on your skin before he got back in between your legs. You were so wound tight that with one lick from your hole to your clit, you were already trapping his head there. 

Miguel hummed and hiked your hips up, mouth moving to kiss your lips as if he were making out with the ones on your face. It was absurd how loud it sounded. His tongue kept swirling along your walls while the tip of his nose rubbed against your clit. 

You didn’t know where to keep your hands, but it did look good with your ring dazzling on your finger as you brought your hands to his head buried deep in your pussy. 

“Don’t stop,” you cried as he started to nod his face along your flower. 

Just when you could feel yourself ride to the edge, he took his middle and ring finger and spread you open. You shouted his name as you felt the cool touch of the ring slide in and out alongside the heat of his tongue. 

You don’t remember when you came down, but you remember Miguel’s drenched face kissing along your shaking thighs. 

“No Dulce de Leche is beating that, Mrs. O’Hara,” he reached to pull the soaking lace off, careful not to move the garter. 

“C’mere,” you hold your hands out, wanting to feel him on you. “I’m glad you like it so much.”

Miguel groans into your mouth, grinding his dick along your wet folds. He finds your hands and intertwines his fingers with yours. 

“I love you,” he sighs into your mouth. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.”

One sweet session later, he had you on your stomach, back arched, and yelling into the pillows as he pounded into you. 

You could see stars as his hips smacked loudly against your ass. The headboard was knocking against the wall with every push. 

Miguel was really feeling the wedding attire as he had one hand gripping your veil by your back and the other pulling at garter. 

When you came around his cock, he was diving in right after, letting go into your sea. The shudders of you afterwards had him moving a little more and turning your face to the side to kiss your panting lips. 

By the time you two finished, you were sure the sun was soon to rise. 

Your hair was a mess, the veil was somewhere across the room, and you both were tangled up in the sheets. 

You laid your head on Miguel’s chest, content to listen to his heartbeat to lull you to sleep. He’s rubbing your arm and kissing the top of your head. 

“Thank you so much for stepping up and making this day so magical for me,” you look up at him. “Words can’t explain how appreciative I am.”

Miguel looked back at you, eyes warm, “I just want to see you smile. Thank you for giving me space to handle things.”

You pucker your lips and he reaches to comply. 

“Now, we need to get some sleep. Gotta regain some energy.”

“You’re absolutely right,” you say as you tilt your eyes down to the sheets. “Because I’ve got a show to put on when we wake up.”

Miguel just laughs as he pulls you onto his chest. 

The birds chirping were a nice background noise to you all’s slumber. 

I went through several episodes of Kitchen Nightmares in order to finish this. BUT! I am happy with the result. As always, if you enjoyed, please like, reblog, and COMMENT!

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How do you think the turtles from ROTMNT would deal with their feelings if they were in love with someone (be it human, mutant, Yokai, etc.)?

Oh man... Hmmm...

I really hope that wouldn't be a problem if I mostly ramble about Leo (I'M SORRY GUYS THE BLUE TURTLE LIVES IN MY MIND RENT FREE), and maybe a couple of words about the rest. I'll also be talking about both young and adult Leos, so, here we go.

I'll give short opinions on other turtles before Leo:

Donnie: Would be neglecting his feelings and emotions at first. Even though, in my opinion, he was established as the one prone to romance, I think when he'd actually feel anything towards anyone, he'd be really conflicted, because it's one thing to see this stuff on the TV and all, and another when it's in real life. But once he'll deal with all this mess in his head, he's a real gentleman.

With Raph and Mikey I'm going to refer to @souperwrites words, I hope they don't mind xd

"Mikey is confident and lovey dovey." And I totally agree with it. I feel like he would be the one who'd have the least problems with his feelings.

"Raph is shy but very genuine in his affection but also super nervous because of his size and the potential harm he could cause without meaning to." But honestly, I think my friend @daysofmoron could also give their opinion, since they love the red turtle. xd OKAY, NOW MY BOY LEO.

If start with young Leo, in the show he was always all "EWW!" whenever any sign of romantic love is shown, be it Big Mama and Splinter or Warren and Hypno (at least I remember them being all cuddly, and Leo's was just barfing at them on the background), but I imagine once his own heart goes "doki-doki" for Y/N (let it be Y/N or "you" for now), he's a total mess at first. Remember that episode when they met Jupiter Jim actor, and Leo couldn't even put the syllables together? Yeah, that's him at the start, especially if Y/N doesn't know about his feelings towards them. He'll be trying to impress Y/N but since his emotions are all over the place, he messes up more than usual, maybe even ending up hurting himself (like, he'd try to impress you with his skateboarding skills, but ends up eating concrete because he's too distracted).

And here I'm going to add a bit of my own ideas, because I've been thinking of some scenarios, like, if taking that previous idea with skateboarding, or, more easily, let's take the episode "The Longest Fight" when he fell, I imagine if on the contrary from others you'd actually show any genuine concern about if he's hurt, he'd be like "Oh..." and blushing, because usually his brothers would make fun if him, and here comes in you who doesn't laugh at his failure and worries if he needs help. I think after a moment like this he could begin to feel something.

And with Future Leo HO OHO I have an entire game reference on how I imagine him handling a romance.

First of all, I think as an adult he would be more confident with his feelings if he ever feels anything towards anyone, because, well, he's an adult now, and because when you at war you kinda already went through a lot to be all this blushing mess over feeling butterflies in your stomach.

So, as a reference, whenever I thought of him in a relationship, I though of a romance with Garrus from Mass Effect. I imagine Leo being kinda awkward, trying to make jokes at first that are much more sloppy than usual. Especially if talking about Garrus, I always think of that scene from Mass Effect 2, when he comes into Shepard's room before the final mission, trying to lighten up the mood, flirt and all, but ends up just being an awkward (but adorable) mess, and saying: "I've seen so many things have gone wrong... I want something to go right. Just once. Just..."

And it's just really easy for me to imagine Leo say that. And instead of touching scars you touch his prosthetic.

And also that dialogue with Liara after "The Lair of the Shadow Broker" DLC, when she asks if you fight for giving Garrus some peace, and you say that he's been hurt and deserves something better.

But once Leo's over all the awkwardness and let himself relax, he's just enjoying this new experience with you, having fun.

This scene with Garrus and Shepard trying the "first date" thing which ends up them dancing tango together. With all the teasing and all, I can easily imagine Leo would do something like that.

Honestly, I think that's it? There are more scenes in Mass Effect with Garrus and Shepard where I could easily imagine Leo would do something like that, but it's a lot. If you know, you know, If don't, well, I hope I was able to gave you an idea.

[fangirltothefullest]

I find it fascinating seeing the use of tone indicators circle around so much back to a similar way that my mom used them in early AOL message board days. Tone indicators are useful to us because they help people read how we are talking and the tone we intend so as to not alarm people when talking online. We don't have the ability to tell if anyone is serious by playful manner of facial and physical expression so they're useful to us online even now!

But the fact that they evolve and change is fun to watch even as I watch it circle around.

So here's some examples of American tone indicators and outside influences to them that I've seen since first being online:

My mom's age- AOL users/early message board system used a fabulously straightforward way of indicating tone:

::::begin sarcasm now::::, ::::laughing::::, ::::shaking my head::::

The usage of colons was an easy way to identify a tone indicator was coming. There was a very limited way of creating text and often message boards did not come equipped with rich text formatting so this was a perfect way to show what you meant. They tended to have indicators fully worded with no short/chatspeak.

Then two things happened near each other- cellphones and rich text formatting being more prominent in online spaces.

Starting with cellphones- when they became a more accessible thing, tone indicators changed and abbreviations of the sayings became prominent, originally known as "chat speak" which began to form much more readily in texts and online. These indicators tended to be indecipherable unless told what they meant and the indicators had to be memorized:

Rofl, lol, smh, istg, wtf, ruok,

These tone indicators persist today, but part of their legacy was the limitation on character counts. Most places had a 140 character limit, meaning you had to get your message across fairly quickly. A way to indicate tone was either go the abbreviation route, or use the rich text editing.

Rich text allowed for italics, bonding and underlining so people could use these tools to indicate tone. These also had to be learned, because not everyone read them the same way and sometimes different places online would have different etiquette on what each tone meant. Freeboards would often have one board to specify what each one was for:

Sarcasm was popularly italicized

Anger was often bolded

Underlining was used often for seriousness

CAPSLOCK WAS YELLING!!!!

BOLDED CAPSLOCK WAS REALLY FUCKING ANGRY!!!

ITALICIZED BOLDED CAPSLOCK WAS A CATACLISMIC EVENT EVEN WITH A PERIOD.

If you had the ability to strike through, it was a whisper or afterthought.

Doubling your rich text with different punctuation could change the tone.

But the internet also let people in America see other people's cultures more readily. We are notoriously bad for teaching about other cultures here but the internet did allow us something fun! An exchange of faces if you will.

In the West, we were using emoticons with other things (note that this was dependent on if it would not work if your HTML or CSS confused the brackets and parentheses etc. as coding):

:), :(, :O, >:(, =), =D, D8, D:<, O_O, ( • )( • ), >.>, 8===D~~~, [̲̅$̲̅(̲̅1̲̅0̲̅)̲̅$̲̅], ಠ__ಠ, ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ,

But now we could see that other people were making faces in different ways and the anime crowd caught on very quickly:

OTL, (^_^;), (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄), (/◕ヮ◕)/, \(^o^)/, (✿◠‿◠), ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯, (づ￣ ³￣)づ, (OwO), (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻,

Boy do I LOVE emoticon indicators! A lot of them are still used today as well.

And then things shifted again when cellphones gave us emojis! Now tone indicators were colourful!

🥺🤞🙂😔❤️😝🙄😨😱😣💀🤏👍👎🤞

But they were not accessible as easily to PC users so there becomes a nice little divide between who is and isn't using them. Also there are so many now sometimes it's hard to figure out what the intended emotion is, considering they look different on different devices! But the younger age groups of my students are trained on emojis! So much so that if I ask them to draw happiness, they draw the happy emoji.

I'm sure I'm missing a few but right now we've been back to a combined group of tone indicators! Here on tumblr we are using the slash to indicate tone much like the original AOL message board users used the colon and we are shortening the words AND using abbreviations and some write out the whole thing! Its FASCINATING seeing it come full circle.

/gen, /pos, /jk, /srs, /serious, /genuine, /positive, /happy, /encouraging

I just love how languages evolve! 8D

What are some tone indicator trends YOU noticed in your online spaces?

Edit: FIXED all of the stupid phone spelling errors.

[sanjisblackasswife]

So.... Hello! I'm not Very good at english since it's not my language but here we Go. I wanna to say i really love your art (from fanarts to your write style) and i Hope you have a good day today. Anyway i don't know If your ask are ope but How the Monsters trio Will react with they being your First in everthing! (Like First Kiss, First love, First s*x, etc) you can do nsfw-ish If you wanted

aww thank u!:) I am not going to go into grave detail because I am already doing a “First time” series with them but i like this request💓imma do it moreso where you’re THEIRS if thats alright

Being the Monster Trio’s First (NSFW-ish)

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Mentions of sex

I am half sleep and typing this all in one go so mb for my spelling errors im just making up for lost time not posting consistently because school and coms☹️

Being Luffy’s First:

Crush: Being his crush is no different from being his best friend, he isn’t a very romantic guy if he likes you he will just tell you, “Y/N I think about you a lot, and I also think you may have a Lust DF power because when I think of you i get hard.” Bless him he is very blunt. BUT he does mean what he says so..be nice?

Kiss: Probably the most anticlimactic thing ever. Luffy already licks your face, hugs, and touches you a lot so when he starts running at you after a fight to see if you’re okay BAM. His lips smack into yours like a bowling ball and honestly. It’s cute. Completely uncoordinated, damn near sucked your bottom lip off, but…there was just something so addictive and attractive to his kiss that made you want more

Love: Very odd in his case. He just thought he liked you a lot. The signs were evident though, when you tell him he doesn’t deny it persay he moreso brushes it off because being in love is so new to him. However being his first love is something you can’t forget. He reminds you everyday why you’re important. Why he loves you. And why he fell in love with you.

Sexual Encounter: It was fun! You both were inexperienced. He didn’t know what hole to enter, you were shocked by how long he can stretch his dick. You both even spent the night laughing more than actually having sex, but once it came down to business it was a learning experience for you both. He was so attentive to make sure you were okay you felt yourself crying a little afterwards at how gentle he was with you.

Being Zoro’s First:

crush: He’s actually more of an asshole to you Not even on purpose he just doesn’t want to admit his feelings towards you. You’re beautiful, sweet, and charming and dammit he hates that he has feelings and how you always mess them up when you’re around him! He feels so powerless so please be gentle with him…or put him on blast. It maybe attractive to the mf.

Kiss: Awkward, awkward, awkward. He isn’t the rizzmaster okay. Yes he is pretty and he knows it but he is crap to flirting. absolutely crap. He was so hot in the face when you did the first move and kissed him he was a stuttering mess and pulled you back in for another kiss to prevent you from laughing at him. His kisses wasn’t BAD but …just practice with him. Yeah it was awkward but seeing your face so close and personal, smelling your scent. He couldn’t get enough.

Love: DENIAL IS A RIVER IN EGYPT Absolutely ridiculous how in denial he was. Everytime someone even said the word love he’d get so mad because that word applied to you in so many ways. He fell for you and he couldn’t do anything about it. You were the one opponent he could not beat and honestly, he didn’t want to. He fell for you and he fell so hard that it actually makes him nervous to be around you. He doesn’t know whether he loves you or hates you now for being so irresistible to him. Eventually he comes to terms with it and once it does and you feel the same way. Good luck getting rid of him.

Sexual Encounter: You taught him everything. He didn’t know his way from the clit to your ass. It took a lot of trial and error, sex wasn’t really NEW to him. He has seen porn but it’s completely different from films and pictures so sometimes he would back down when making out got too far, eventually he needed that release one late night while cuddling you and even though he could have went to the bathroom you stopped him and …helped him out. Let’s just say Zoro is so grateful he didn’t pussy out this go round!

Being Sanji’s First:

Crush: Sanji is an interesting guy because any woman that knows Sanji knows he is a mixture of a flirt and just having amazing manners for women. You however was just above the usual women he served to. Being his crush was an experience because you seen a side to Sanji most women don’t get to see. You seen him stand up straighter, sly comments that made your heart melt, and even kept his cool…too cool in fact. He really was Mr. Prince for you.

Kiss: The first kiss he planned it out. He knew his feelings about you and that you felt the same so he needed to plan it just right not just for him, but for you as well. The kiss was so soft and delicate you almost didn’t feel it. And that was because he shy’ed away for a moment, scared his sudden bold move would have you smack him, Luckily, he didn’t have to worry feeling your hands cup his cheek to kiss him back. He still touches his lips when he thinks about that time you kissed him.

Love: I mean man…you really are a blessed woman because out of all of the others he has seen and been with he chose you and only you. it’s insane really. He tries in his entire will to not mess this opportunity to find true love up. You being his first love he watches his mouth and actions around you more, He tries his hardest not to ruin the view you have of him and it shows. If you can just reassure him you love him for him and not who he thinks he needs to be. Sanji needs the confirmation that you love him almost as much as he loves you.

Sexual Encounter: LORD—- okay. okay. Just like Zoro trial and error HOWEVER. Much longer and worse. He really is still a pervert no matter how much in love he is with you so you have to take it very slow. Once you both are okay to be naked in front of each other he is back to being a shy boy so you constantly kiss and praise him, telling him how good he is for you, how well he is doing for his first time. You were so kind and patient with him, it never fails to leave a chill down his spine (in a good way) when he remembers that night of love making with you, and now that he has more experience he does nothing but reciprocate the same feelings back to you in bed.

[jamiewintons]

Vinsmoke Sanji NSFW Alphabet

18+ ONLY! F!Reader. I have only seen the live action so this is purely OPLA!Sanji. The Fickelgruber alphabet is nearly done, but I just wanted to do something for Sanji since I rewatched OPLA again the other day! Reblogs and comments are always appreciated <3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Sanji wants to keep close to you after sex, holding you in his arms and pressing kisses wherever he can reach, whispering in your ear about how wonderful you were.

B = Body part (favorite body part of their partner’s)

He loves your hands, and he’ll often hold them while you’re having sex or he’s going down on you. Also, he’s a big fan of your hips and thighs, and will take any opportunity to squeeze or caress them.

C = Collar (do they mark you as theirs in some way?)

Sanji likes to give you hickeys to prove that you’re his, but if you don’t want others to see them, that’s fine with him - he’ll just leave them in places that are easily covered, and then they’ll be just for the two of you to look at.

D = Dominant (do they prefer to dominate, or be dominated? are they a top or a bottom?)

He’s more dominant usually, but he has no problem with allowing you to take control if that’s what you want. As long as he’s making you feel good, he’s happy.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Sanji’s decently experienced, though not quite as much as his demeanour would have you believe. He certainly knows what he’s doing, however, and is rather proud of how good he is at pleasing you.

F = Fuck (do they prefer to fuck or make love?)

Make love, though that doesn’t mean that he’s soft and gentle the entire time. You’re never left wondering how much he cares about you, because he’ll show it with his actions and his words.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Sanji definitely laughs and smiles a lot when you’re having sex, and often cracks jokes especially when you do something cute.

H = Hot (what turns them on, gets them going)

You honestly turn Sanji on by simply existing as your beautiful self, but you can always get him going by licking/sucking on his fingers. It never fails to drive him absolutely insane.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Sanji is so romantic, he’ll do anything and everything to make it special every single time. I’m talking roses, champagne, chocolate-covered strawberries, and anything else you can think of. Plus, he practically worships your body and treats you like a goddess.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Sanji loves to help you get yourself off every once in a while. His chest pressed up against your back while he holds your thighs open, your hand desperately rubbing at your clit while he talks you through it…

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He’s very much into dirty talk, and foodplay seems pretty obvious. He loves to praise you a lot too, and I think he’d enjoy some roleplay as well.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

At Baratie, he likes the occasional sneaky rendezvous in the pantry - having you pinned up against the door with your legs wrapped around his waist, him having to kiss you throughout to keep you from moaning too loud…

On the Going Merry, you have very few opportunities for privacy, so he likes to take any possible chance to have fun with you while he can. I imagine that you’d end up having sex in some pretty weird places.

M = Mood (what’s the foreplay like? how do you get them in the mood?)

Sanji loves foreplay, and if you have the time to spare, it’ll sometimes go on for hours. He’ll want to kiss and touch every single inch of your body, especially any areas you happen to be self-conscious about. And once he gets to your legs, he can get very distracted just feeling them up.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s not into degradation (beyond a bit of light teasing) or anything that will hurt you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Sanji is the king of eating pussy - he’s incredible at it and he knows it, and he thoroughly enjoys doing so. He’d never turn you down if you wanted to return the favour, but as much as he enjoys receiving he far prefers giving.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He almost always starts off as slow and sensual, but will often change pace in the middle of it. If you ask for a change of pace, he’ll make sure to give you what you need.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Though Sanji usually prefers to take his time, he does like to indulge in the occasional quickie. He finds it incredibly exciting and sexy, especially when you’re doing it somewhere you shouldn’t.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s certainly game to experiment and take risks, but only after the two of you have had a thorough conversation about your boundaries and needs. Sanji would never want to do anything without your express permission.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Sanji’s stamina is relatively good, and he can last quite a long time, especially when he spends a long time on foreplay. Unless it’s a quickie, he’ll want to make sure you come at least once before he gets inside of you, so you’ll definitely be satisfied even if he doesn’t last that long.

T = Tryst (are they into casual sex or one night stands?)

Sanjj may be a massive flirt, but I think that sex is something that he takes very seriously and he only does with someone he truly cares about.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s a massive tease, both during sex and in your regular life. When you’re in bed together, he’ll often spend an exorbitant amount of time just kissing down your torso or up your legs before even getting close to where you need him. Outside of the bedroom, he loves to whisper dirty things in your ear and then grin widely, especially when he has to go somewhere - because he knows that you’re going to be thinking about him until he gets back.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Sanji’s pretty unashamed of moaning loudly, and he also talks a lot during sex. He’s always whispering in your ear about what a good girl you are, how well you’re taking him, etc.

W = Wait (how long do they wait before having sex with their partner for the first time?)

Sanji will wait as long as he needs for you to be ready. He’d never dream of pressuring you into something that you’re not ready for, and he most certainly won’t judge you. Having a chance to be with you intimately is an honour for him, and if it’s one that he has to wait for then he will do so gladly.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

We already know that Sanji is ripped, and he’s packing for sure. This isn’t entirely relevant to the question, but I also imagine that he’s very warm, like if you’re cold he’s the perfect hot water bottle.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high. If you ask him if he wants to have sex at any given moment, there a 99% chance that he’ll say yes.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sanji doesn’t fall asleep that quickly - he loves to spend a while simply holding you and softly whispering before helping you clean up.

[moonspirit]

what do u think the alliances favourite form of media is? (books, poetry, music, movies etc.) now that they’re able to freely enjoy such things

Hiya!

Oh well xD I have some strong opinions on this one.

For Armin, his fascination with books will not cease, obviously, and good for him if he finds a library he can spend all day cooped up in, reading about wonderful new things. But also, I like thinking that he's gonna enjoy music a lot. Once he gets his hands on some records, and the Alliance hauls a gramophone into their house, he's going to really become a music enthusiast. I see him bonding with Pieck over their mutual love for good music.

(also. Once he discovers a new machine or contraption or invention, it's over for everyone.)

Annie - well @aquietjune introduced the image of Annie being a movies lover, and it's been stuck in my head ever since xD It's just adorable to think she enjoys going to watch the moving pictures and can spend any amount of time there. But aside from this, while I think she's not much of a book person, I like the idea of her enjoying crossword puzzles a lot. She'd like to have something to keep her mind busy and they're good for that. Ofc, this means Armin and her can have dining table dates where he's reading a book and she's doing a puzzle and he helps her with words when they're being particularly difficult.

Jean - XD oh god. I imagine this guy likes activities that exude an air of elegance and class. This could be painting, or an interest in fine art, and poetry, museums, art galleries, the like. I think he'd also enjoy the movies and maybe he and Annie could go together for a few (tho she's not having any of his intellectual put-on opinions on them).

Pieck - she's gonna be a plant lady 100%. There will be so many plants in her room and in the house that a giant leaf is smacking everyone in the face wherever they go. I just think she's going to find some comfort raising baby plants especially if we consider that she's the only real "odd one out" in the Alliance. She's lost everyone she knew and loved and is a newcomer among the others. But! There's also the music! She's got good taste in music and I imagine she's going to find some closeness with Armin in this interest.

As for Connie and Reiner. See, I really think they'd enjoy festivals and carnivals and board games and shooting games haha xD Not that any of the others would enjoy them less, but they're the first to make a beeline if there's something going on somewhere. Reiner canonically enjoys playing chess too (if I'm remembering right, he used to play a lot with Armin during their cadet years). Connie would enjoy mimicry and jesting shows(?) a lot (plenty to laugh at) and I think Reiner would also enjoy romance novels a lot and get too involved in the drama. I just like making fun of him a lot sorry

Not related to media but I think taking care of pets would help them all, but Reiner in specific. Not going into details here cuz that is another tangent, but for someone with so many suicidal thoughts and ideations, finding joy in bonding with a dog or cat or any animal really, would be good for him.

Falco and Gabi? - they probably love everything! Though Gabi is too restless to sit in one place for anything too long lol. Falco would probably get great book recs from Armin.

Levi - leave the man alone in peace, he's got a tea shop. (But I also hc that he likes the radio a lot)

Mikasa? - I think she'd also like radio broadcasts a lot, and going to plays. I have a very hard time getting into her headspace 🥲

[amaya-writes]

since you asked for it... how about some headcanons of mikey, sendou, hanma and draken of when the reader brings them a bento box with their lunch? but not any lunch- those cute ones with animals, happy faces, flowers, etc.

Notes: this req is like sooooo cute omg- uh anyways idk Sendou very well so I didn't write for him

Warnings: n/a just fluff lol

Characters involved: Mikey, Hanma, Draken

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Manjiro Sano (Mikey)

Mikey thinks your bento is the most adorable thing ever.

Or at least, he would have thought that had he not been having lunch with the rest of the Toman leaders that day.

"Not a word."

He might have tried to sound intimidating as Mikey picked at the octopus-shaped sausages you had made for him, but there was no mistaking the pink flush dusting his cheeks.

The others chose to keep the teasing to a minimum because they think of you like a sibling, but they do think it's absolutely adorable that you pack him bentos like that.

Mikey will probably pretend to be annoyed the next time he sees you, but with the way he clings to you and whines about it, it's clear that he was just flustered by how cute the bento was.

This kind of backfires for you though because now he always wants his rice shaped like little rabbits and his sausages like octopus.

Even throws a fuss if you so as consider giving him a normal bento after then.

Hanma Shuji

Is lowkey confused at first.

He still thinks it's super cute but he just can't really understand why you would think it was a good idea to give him one of those cute bentos.

Unlike Mikey he isn't actually embarrassed by it or anything. He thinks it's adorable and even shows it off to the others.

If anyone dares to try and make fun of him he just tells them they're jealous their partner doesn't do the same for them. This is usually followed by a threat to beat them up.

Overall, he's pretty neutral about it.

But expect to be teased A LOT when he meets up with you after that.

Hanma will literally not stop going on about how he thinks it's so adorable that you put in so much effort for his bento.

"You probably just wanted me to praise you for being good at it didn't you?" He only stops when you pretend to be offended and say you won't make him bentos again. It's only then that Hanma tugs you to him by your waist and genuinely thanks you for the food.

You're a little struck by how sincere he is in that moment, especially when he mentions he's not used to other people taking care of him like this.

But your cute little moment quickly turns back into another teasing fest as he pesters you about what you want to make for him next and calls you his cute little housewife/husband.

Ken Ryuguji (Draken)

Pretends to be indifferent, is dying inside.

He thinks it's absolutely adorable that you would bother doing something like this for him, especially since he never really got bentos as a kid.

But he also has a mean and scary reputation to uphold which is why he can't help but turn a little red when seated with the rest of Toman eating Tamagoyaki with little faces on them.

Baji and Mitsuya are the only ones who dare to tease him while Mikey casually steals a bit of his bento just because it looks cute.

He even complains about how Draken got such a cute bento and says he'll ask you to cook him cute things too.

Ken doesn't even realise he's lowkey glaring at the thought of you doing something so sweet for someone else until the rest of the boys start laughing.

When he meets up with you later he doesn't really say anything and just casually thanks you for the bento.

Or he would have done that had Mikey not been with him.

The shorter blond took great pleasure, droning on and on about how Draken was totally blushing while eating the bento and threatened to kill him when he said he wanted you to make him one.

You know Mikey well enough to be able to tell he's just joking around but that doesn't stop Draken from casually trying to trip him.

Once Mikey leaves the two of you alone (after a lot of complaining and teasing) Ken takes a moment to genuinely thank you for the bento.

He's also pretty intrigued about how you made it and asks you about the stencils you used etc.

Ken even considers making you a cute bento in return someday, after all, he's a decent cook since he always had to cook for himself and he'd love to return your kind gesture.

[faust-the-enjoyer]

Some Keegan fluff? Just how he'd realise he has a crush on reader, how he would confess to reader, his love language etc. Female reader if possible

I'm just obsessed with Keegan, I feel like he'd be a loser. I mean, he's at military most of the time, how would he get girls?

Anyways, feel free to ignore if you don't like this idea

Keegan+fluff!

Warnings: fem!reader, fluff, reader is a sergeant, mentions of alcohol, kissing, sfw (but minors dni!).

A/n: hope you like it and that it's fluffy enough! Also, everyone please never drink and drive, even if you're not intoxicated.

After a long day of work, you decided to go out for the night, wanting a cold drink and maybe to just talk to someone. You were walking down the hall when you spotted Keegan, you've known each other for a couple of months now, and he'd just finished talking to some soldier when you came closer. "Hey, what're you doing tonight huh? all dressed up.", he asks curiously, it's clear from your outfit that you're going out for some fun. "I'm going to the bar,", you tell him, smiling at his cold, expressionless face, "I just wanna relax tonight, wanna come with me?", you ask him sincerely, maybe he could be the one you talk to all night. He looks at you for a moment, he's never had any real chance that he took to actually sit down with women before, "Sure.", and you both walked outside, reaching your car, and when you both got inside, you made sure to tease him when you started driving. "So, sergeant,", you say, turning the driving wheel, "word on base that you're shit at driving.", you tease him, and he looks at you then looks to the side, "Jesus Christ, it was one time.", he says, only slightly amused by you. After a while of chatting, you get to the bar, parking your car and getting inside with him.

As you get inside the nearly empty bar, you go to the bartender, ordering a beer, "And you'll have...?", you ask, looking at Keegan, "A beer as well.", you both sit. "Wow, this place is freaking empty, I'm glad I brought you along here.", you laugh, looking at him with content, and although his face is stern, something behind his eyes shifts, he examines your smile, your eyes, the way you look at him, and you both spend the night talking while drinking your beers.

This occurred many times over the months, where either one of you would drive the other and get a drink, chatting the night away, you two would grow to be pretty close, talking about your families, your lives, your pasts, hell, sometimes you'd get into each other's rooms and read a book with each other. Over time, he'd grow to see you differently, the ambitions you were talking to him about, the plans that you have for your future, you were an achieving woman when it came to your personal goals, but he also noticed the other side of you, the way the edge of your eyes crease when you smile, how warm you were whenever you hugged him, your sweet yet sometimes incredibly crow-like laugh. He'd become a bit love-struck over you, wanting to hold you, wanting to be held by you, wanting you to be his, and wanting to be yours. He'd stay in bed, thinking about his own feelings for you, something that he never seriously experienced before since he joined the marines from a young age, and was -and still is- extremely passionate about his work, he knew he had to say something to you.

He walks to your room, slightly clutching a book in his hand, and knocks on your door, his face relaxing when you open the door with a toothy smile on your face. Letting him inside, you close the door behind him, sitting on your desk chair as he sits on the edge of your bed. "So! Wanna play some cards first or read the book?", you ask him excitedly, yet he looks a bit nervous, and before you get to ask him anything, he puts the book next to him, relaxing his back and resting his forearms on his knees, "Actually, I need to talk to you about something.", his tone serious, and you sit up properly, eyes and ears eager to hear what he has on his mind. "Listen, we've been spending so much time together, and for a while now, I've gotten to know you so much, and I hope you've gotten to know a lot more about me, I know I don't talk all that much,", he laughs, trying to hide his nervousness, luckily you laugh as well, "but, you're also just, such an incredible woman, my words won't do you any justice, it's just that...when you talk about your life, your future plans, I want to be in them, be a part of them.", he says, waiting for anything to come out of your mouth, feeling his heart beat so fast it might as well jump out of his chest. You give him a warm smile, your eyes filled with excitement and giddiness, you understand what this is now, a love confession. "I'd like you to be in them as well, I want you to be in them, Keegan.", you tell him sincerely, this is the first time you've used his first name without his rank first, and his eyes brighten up a bit, his usual cold expression turning into one of content. He sighs, a heavy weight off his shoulders and mind. From then on, you two hit it off; going on dates, knowing more intimate opinions and things about each other, work formalities were not there anymore when you two were alone, you're lovers now.

It would turn out that he's quite soft when it came to loving you; always calling you the sweetest names, making sure that you were always comfortable no matter where you where, but most importantly cooking for you, he loved doing that, he loved watching you watch him prepare a meal for you, whether it be a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, or roasted lamb, sure, sometimes a recipe is difficult, but it's the thought that counts. He's also very fond of toughing you, putting his hand on your lower back, holding and gently rubbing your waist while kissing you, and flicking his finger on your head when you make light jokes about his amazing driving skills.

All in all, he's quite the sweetheart.

-(divider by saradika)!

[bxttxrflybxddie]

|Dating Mime Bomb|

a/n: GOD i love this mime skdjlsbdksbdks pls let me be self-indulgent lmao please enjoy

pairing: mime bomb x gn!reader

post type: headcannons

requested: yes!

word count: 750+

warnings: thieving, major fluff, brief mentions of past bullying, possibly brief mention of monogamy? (mentioned how you're his fav person), might make a pt. 2, or a drabble, or a continuation that isn't safe for minors lmao idk it's 4am!

Mime Bomb adores you! There’s no use hiding how you’re running through his mind all day. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t, since anybody could guess from the lovestruck expression on his painted features. He wears his heart on his sleeve.

He’s your biggest supporter, for better or for worse. He’s always up for tagging along on any mischief (preferably criminal) you’re up to. He keeps an eye on you since you’re his favorite person, but invite him anyway! It's the thought that counts!!

Working together on missions is a blast. (Both of you working for VILE or not.)  Between romantic gestures and getting some needed alone time, the beautiful scenery changes the setting from an expedition to a date. Even if VILE doesn’t land their sticky fingers on a prized artifact, you and Mime Bomb never leave the area empty-handed. (You’re holding each others! And perhaps stolen property.)

Indulging in his interests is one of the best ways to make him feel appreciated. Get him some merchandise from a musical and he’ll reward you with either mimed kisses or a gift in return! You don’t need to tell him what you’re interested in, he knows from his pining before you two got together. (Tell him anyway, he’ll love that you want him to know your passions.)

Downtime is the best time. As much as he likes his mime getup, and how loveable you may find it too, Mime Bomb bare-faced in ordinary clothing is a beautiful sight. He can rub his face on your chest/lap/head/shoulder/etc. without worrying about redoing or transferring his foundation, you get a peek into his everyday style, and you can finally see how red he gets after flustering him.

Tease him, be relentless. He’s been bullied, picked on, and made fun of his whole life. He can take just about anything you give him out of pure experience. Lovingly satirize him but give him the space to do it back to you. Not only is this great for inside jokes between the two of you, but it’s almost healing for him. To laugh with someone instead of being laughed at is something he never processed since he was always the butt of the joke. It’s like rough-housing but with words and actions instead of physical contact. Physically tease him too, lingering touches and featherlight kisses make him swoon.

Kissing him, lipstick on or not, is an art form between you both. It’s sacred and cherished, with the everlasting fear that each lock of lips might be the last. Holding hands is also attached to sweet moments. Since he normally wears gloves, it’s not often you’re allowed to feel the skin of his palms or the bones of his knuckles. He’ll allow you to paint his nails, but he normally chooses black so prepare to stock up.

He does daydream about a future with you. Either by a continuation of your relationship now or maybe something big and new. He wants you by his side and him by yours through thick and thin. You’re his person; his rock, and he tries to let you know in every little shared moment. 

Mime Bomb is arguably the stealthiest operative that VILE has had, which means that he’ll be completely silent without always meaning to. You’re jumpscared constantly, but you learn to get used to it since it’s an accident. Little do you know that he purposefully shocks you sometimes, he thinks it’s cute. He also lets you get away with a lot more than he should just because he thinks you’re adorable. Stolen items, deceiving others (not himself, to make that crystal clear), even possibly joining Team Red, He’s turning a blind eye. If your actions carry a heavy burden to conceal, he’ll expect a prize. (Date Night is now THRICE a week!!)

Unsurprisingly, not a bad significant other. What he lacks in experience is made up in enthusiasm. Your dear mime is a theater kid and a hopeless romantic, so he’ll sometimes pull actions or lines (nonverbally) from scenes of movies, musicals, and even a few shows. If you know what he’s referencing, act out the corresponding part to see him stumble before regaining his confidence. 

He feels incredibly special that you’re in his life and your presence is doing wonders for his mental health. Knowing that someone is in his corner after so many years is a comfort he’s never known before. However, he’d like to learn and repay it if it’s with you.

© BXTTXRFLYBXDDIE

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hi! Can I please request headcanons for Usopp and/or Sanji with a S/O who’s insecure about their laugh because everyone including their own family used to bullyy them for it sounding like some kind of demonic screeching? Thank you

-🦇

Hey 🦇 anon, I'd actually really like to thank you for sending this in. I have a cackle when I'm really happy that everyone always hated so I stopped laughing as hard for very many years. So this request is a little personal. Because of this, I did the entire Monster trio and Usopp. I was gonna do more but I couldn't come up with anything at the moment. Send me another one if you want to see them though and I'll do my best! Also, I tried to make Sanji's and Usopp's longer since the request was for them.

Warnings: WCI and Dressrosa spoilers (are marked below), reader insecure about their laugh.

Word Count: 606

Luffy

Loves your laugh

Does not care how it might sound, doesn’t care if it’s ‘annoying’, ‘obnoxious’, ‘screechy’, etc.

It’s your laugh, of course he loves it

Actively encourages you to laugh more

Will do whatever he can to make you laugh more

Will also punch anyone who makes fun of your laugh

Tells you that you have the most unique laugh ever

Never wants you to stop laughing

When you tell him about how people have made fun of it, he pouts before telling you he’d never do that and that you should laugh more.

Always tells you he loves your laugh

Zoro

The first time he hears your laugh, he’s confused

Did that sound really come from you?

Smiles and says it’s interesting

He likes it when you laugh because it means you’re really happy

Does lightly tease you a little bit, but tries to keep it light hearted and fun

“The King of Hell and the girl/boy/them with the demonic laugh”

He’s made you cry accidentally before.

Immediately apologized and explained he was just trying to cheer you up. 

He really does love your laugh though, more than he says

Sanji

So startled the first time he hears it

Just, a complete “wtf was that?”

The moment you go quiet and apologize for it he does an immediate 180

Telling you it’s a beautiful laugh, that it’s so unique, that he was just startled that something so beautiful came from you

He begs to hear you laugh again

Tells you that your laugh sounds like something from divinity

Will kick the absolute shit out of anyone who makes fun of your laugh

Like, you want someone dead? Tell him they made fun of your laugh, he will kill them

If this is before WCI, this sparks a talk about his past in order to try and make you feel better

Whenever he’s feeling down, he asks to hear you laugh because hearing you so happy makes him happy.

Seriously, he loves it when you laugh because he knows it means you’re really happy to allow yourself to laugh like that

WCI spoilers below

If you join the rescue, you’re probably not going to let go of him that easily so he hits you where it hurts

He mocks your laugh.

After you save him, he’s literally on his knees begging for forgiveness

Even if you say you forgive him, he’ll kick himself everytime you hold your laugh back

Seriously, what he said haunts him

End WCI spoilers

Usopp

Another one who is startled when he first hears you laugh

Makes up a bunch of stories to make you laugh

Also makes up a bunch of stories about laughter

The two of you are able to confide in each other, him about being a liar and you about your laugh.

Always tries to hype you up in his stories

“And then my amazing s/o split the very heavens with their laugh and everyone was in awe of how beautiful it was!”

Whenever you're in his workshop with him, you’re more willing to laugh because it’s just the 2 of you

Wishes he could beat people up for mocking your laugh

Not that you actually care, you’re just happy that he likes your laugh

If you ever stop laughing, he’ll do everything in his power to get you to laugh again.

Dressrosa Spoilers

The Tontattas would not leave you alone!

They wanted to hear the laugh of the lover of ‘God Usopp’

They now think that your laugh is the sound angels make when they laugh

End Dressrosa spoilers

[daemonwritesstuff]

MATCHUP TRADE — FT. @karusenka

A/N: Hihi!! This was so much fun for me to do! I haven’t written for btd AND tpof for a while now :,) im so happy to do this again, and I hope you enjoy your matchup and the characters you got! here we go!

⚠️TW: toxic relationships (duh), abuse, torture, violence, noncon, NSFW (a lot of other very nasty, nasty things… I mean that’s all these games are about LMAO).

For Boyfriend To Death, I have matched you with…

Ren Hana!

• As you can tell I have matched you up with Ren! I feel like the dynamic between you and him work out so well together! You probably won’t get treated as harshly as long as you follow his rules, really, really well… but sometimes he’ll think your breaking his rules and he’ll start torturing you with anything that’ll leave permanent scars on you.

• You would probably be his maid around his house and you are not to go anywhere outside without him with you (which is a very rare thing to happen), when your helping him with cleaning the dishes, doing laundry, etc you’ll be one step closer to gaining more his his trust and you’ll get to have more freedom to, just that’s something that’ll take longer to achieve (if your still alive after some years).

• He also enjoys your sense of humor! usually when your making silly or stupid jokes he’ll start laughing so hard! but if you start joking when the time isn’t good at all with him he will get really mad and use that collar he gave you when he kidnapped you and electric shock you until you feel like your gonna pass out (and he may lock you in a bedroom too, yes it’ll be boarded up and there is nothing to break it open with).

• Adding onto your humor, you do tend to make him laugh including when a situation is really bad (he’ll try to not burst out laughing when he’s about to put you through another torture session again), if you start annoying him to the point where he can’t stand it anymore he’ll start scratching (and maybe burning some of your skin with a lighter) you all over until you start begging and pleading for it to stop, repeating apologies until his heart decides that he should stop.

• Him being a beastkin, he also has his times when he’s like really horny, so it’s good that you can also be the same as well! he’ll usually force you to have sex with him almost everyday, what can you even do about it? you wouldn’t want him to ruin or perhaps break you hm? you should just oblige by his commands then. When your sleeping with him (usually happens later when he starts falling in love with you) he sometimes can’t help but get really turned on by you, including when your sleeping! he’ll always do it with you, especially when you don’t know <3

• He’s in awe whenever you tend to get mad about the slightest things, usually he’ll try to comfort you and let you watch your favorite tv shows or anime’s and let you eat your favorite meal for the day but on the other hand he’ll probably start teasing you or doing something more extreme to get you to get upset and cry more, he loves being in control of your emotions! he wouldn’t give it away to anyone at all.

• You won’t ever catch him saying the three forbidden words “I love you”, just never will that happen, even if he has started taking a liking to you he will never say it out loud but when you say it to him he gets all warm inside the heart and sometimes even blushes! and he’ll always ask for your words of comfort when he needs it on some days, and it’s even better since you also enjoy cuddling! just don’t move away from him or he’ll take away everything he’s given you so far.

• When holidays come around like christmas, valentines day, your birthday, etc those are the days he’ll spoil you with all the things you like for being so a very nice pet like he’s been training you to be… He’ll buy you pink clothes, plushies and other pink stuff to see you jump around in excitement! He even got you a gaming console so you can play as many horror games as you like! he may also play horror games with you to so you aren’t so bored when your locked up in the house forever

• He loves squishing any chubby parts of your body when cuddling! it’s like his personal stress toy when he’s anxious or sad. Anyways, you’ll always be his favorite pet, even if he has to kill you one day… he’ll never let you go even if he has to reassure you, you’ll give up one day and realize that your stuck here with no way out…

For The Price Of Flesh, I have matched you with…

Celia!

• I have matched you with Celia! I feel like the dynamic between you and her can balance out really well and you would definitely be her favorite prize she has one so far… she would definitely wanna give you the princess treatment but she would put you through together sessions and treating you like trash to see if your worthy enough to rest your head on sometime or comfortable or even if your worth enough to get treated good.

• You and her are similar in some ways, usually with your anger issues and her temperament together, you should try not to get mad at her you do not want to see her pissed off and you definitely don’t wanna do anything that’ll get yourself killed easier, your life is in her hands now… you might as well obey her like the loyal rat (a name she calls ya) you are… When you started caring about her and help her clean the room you were trapped in and not make a mess everywhere you’ll have a better relationship with her… and she’ll actually start feeding you and giving you more comfortable items / other things you may need.

• I feel like she can vibe with your humor but will NOT show it for a very long time, she’ll really judge your sense of humor a lot and would tell you if you need to be sent back to elementary school to actually grow up… but you know, once you guys are both civilized she won’t comment as harshly and sometimes you’ll make her let out a chuckle. Once she thinks that you had enough of the serious situations you would get yourself into she won’t punish you so much, but if you do make he mad or tend to say the wrong thing she wouldn’t mind stomping her foot on your head.

• She gets her ego BOOSTED when you start apologizing, getting guilty and begging for mercy when your under her terrifying wrath, even if her insults don’t really mean much when she’s taking her anger out on you or hurting you she’ll say the most nastiest names towards you, but after those happen she’ll try her best to comfort you (she doesn’t really want you to see that she turned soft for you) and awkwardly rubbing your shoulders to stop you from crying.

• When she needs to take her anger out on you she will start forcing to have sex with you… she does want you to feel pain, but a way you can distract her is if you’ll just let her sit on your face while you please her the best you can until she has calmed down… she will not go down on you at all but she’ll finger you and let you grind on her if you were good enough, sometimes she does this when she’s torturing you really badly and will shove toys up and make you sore for some days… the only way you’ll get the best treatment from her when you have sex with her is as long as you please her really well and bonus if you do all the things she enjoys.

• Like Ren, she also enjoys teasing you whenever you get mad, it’s so cute to her and it gets her more excited!! You are not even one tiny bit intimidating to her at all… The only person that should be intimidated is you. She loves it when you come crawling to her and begging for her forgiveness, she’ll always forgive you when this happens and you can actually see that her looks soften more when your like that.

• And also like Ren she’ll also spoil you on any type of holidays as well! it’s usually during those times when you’ll get so many new things like new clothes, accessories, and any other stuff that might’ve been too used up or broken by now, she enjoys seeing you all happy, she’s so glad to make her toy giddy, and during those days you won’t be getting tortured or treated badly at all! you better savor those moments that inky happen every year!

• When Celia and you kill her husband together, you’ll ask her to come stay with you, to run away together far away where no one would know, just you two in this cruel world, but she would be so dumbfounded, why after so long of torturing you would you still want her? that was a question that still remains to be answered but she has loved you too much to say no, so she softly and genuinely smiles while saying “Yes”… She definitely thinks you guys are soulmates… something in her heart and head is telling her to not let you go now and never… she’ll never find another like you again and she would enjoy herself just being with you in the end <3

[breezy-cheezy]

Who are Rook and Trey (if you don’t mind my asking)? (Love your art btw)

*Takes a DEEP breath* How much time you got- /half joking

Aight so. Rook Hunt and Trey Clover are two characters from a phone game I've been into recently, Twisted Wonderland. Yes. The. The Disney one. Written and Drawn by Yana Toboso (the artist/writer behind Black Butler. No I'm not kidding.) HEAR ME OUT kjhsdjkgdf

It's one of those gacha/visual novel-like games that gets marketed as like a dating sim, but has some of the most. Un-romantic settings/characters I've EVER seen. As an aro/ace, I applaud this lmao. Also amazing character and story writing like what the heck.

Very....boys will be boys energy but not the mean way, more of a “y’all are so stupid and ridiculous” in a fond way??

Actual answer under read more because I'm insane:

So every character is like. They aren't the Disney characters themselves but more like BASED on them? Sometimes several. I'm making a powerpoint on this to connect all the dots, here's Trey's lmao

Heartslabyul house! Based on: Mad Hatter, 3 of Clubs, King of Hearts, etc. Generally chill. You think he's the normal one, then he turns around and gives you an hour lecture on how to brush your teeth properly. Ok mom.

He also reminds me along of Ignis from Final Fantasy 15. He's. That type. But also not?? Still instant attachment that way LOL

Thing is he's VERY devoted to his childhood friend/Dorm leader, Riddle. But he will never admit this, not even to himself. (due to Trauma and also being totally completely normal. Uh-huh.)

SO IN WE BRING....ROOK HUNT (who is already on that slide HAHA)

Different house (it's a school setting, like Hogwarts but more Themed Houses based around. Different Disney villains) and SO. How do you explain Rook. Well he's based off the Huntsman from Snow White, mainly.

Gives these vibes. Incoming. Smiley. Will give affection. Somewhat of a threat.

Theater kid set loose. French. Loves beauty in all its forms. Drama, sparkles, has SO much love (platonic, I must preface, every time I use that, I mean in an unromantic manner) to give and is VERY vocal about it. Compliments you constantly and finds uplifting things to say even when you did horribly on something. You fell on your face? He will tell you you fell with magnificence or something idk he's just LIKE THIS ALL THE TIME, he means EVERY WORD TOO-

This dude will not lie. His eyes are too good, he is too perceptive. Oh also he hunts some students for sport, there's that little detail (HE NEVER HURTS ANYONE as far as I know he just. Watches. Love this lil weirdo. Some of his lines are "let's play tag!" and I'm like oh NO LMAO) so like I laugh at him but he's also MILDLY TERRIFYING AND CAPABLE LIKE DUDE-

Anyway, TREY you meet early since he's in the first house you deal with, Heartslabyul. But my first exposure to ROOK was through Trey's Lab Card story, which is honestly a fun time on its own. They are science club buddies!!

So right off the bat you have a very :D :D vs calm =w=;;; dynamic, which I love. But then we have....Trey, who denies how much he cares for people, for Riddle. Who shows care through his actions, baking, Due to Reasons, words of affirmation might murder him on the spot. And then we have Rook, who is a font of flowery warm appreciative words who loves and loves loudly, watching this like 👀 I see you. (incoming shots of Halloween Event part 2)

The guy calls him Chevalier des Roses to his face. Constantly. Rook has little nicknames for alot of people (most dorm leaders he calls "King of Roses" (Riddle), "King of Lions" (Leona) etc.) but he calls Trey a Knight. Of Roses. He's calling Trey Riddle's Knight. And it's very cute.

(Halloween event tossed them together and it was WONDERFUL)

But yeah Trey has his own reasons for shying away from the title. He's a baker's boy, he has no sword or armor or anything, also it's embarrassing as heck-

But Rook still sees how he treats people. He calls a knight for what it is. Rook himself ADORES his dorm Leader, Vil, and sees Trey trying to hide this same devotion and just goes "you are like me!!!" Trey: oh please no I could never-

Also they're SUCH. PARENTS.

It's just. A really good dynamic I'd LOVE to see more of, y'know? An understanding, somehow being understood by someone more than you know yourself. Rook is also weird as HECK sometimes (what do you mean you can see how Leona is yawning ALL THE WAY ACCROSS THE FEILD) and Trey nearby is. His friend. He's just like "I'm so sorry he's just like this" and it's VERY funny akjshdjksdhfs he may have to hold Rook back from blowing up the labs again, dude gets carried away.

I do love this very CUTE fan art here.

Twisted Wonderland has some lovely character dynamics. Also no one is "normal", but Rook is just another level of w h a t.

It feels like alot of interactions were just "hm spin a wheel, see who we get, slap them together" and it WORKS. SOMEHOW. Platonic Rook Trey is just one I've become extremely fond of and it's a rarer one....

You probably weren't expecting that much but it was a fun thing to answer. And THANK YOU About the art!! I wish to post more!! After school ends....soon.

[multifandomslxt]

BLACK ROSES Pt.5

Pairing: Mafia!Lee Jeno x Florist!Reader

Trope: Grumpy x sunshine

Genre: Dark Mafia Romance

Word count: 1.4k

Synopsis:

Lee Jeno is a dangerous man. From going on k!lling sprees for fun to torturing and k!lling his own father. He does it all. In short Lee Jeno is the devil.

Y/N is a florist. She's as pure as they come. Nothing exciting ever happens in her life and she’s okay with that. In short Y/N is an angel.

He was bad and she was good. They were complete opposites.

…Or so they thought

Get your tissues for this one. It's gonna be one hell of a ride

Warnings for this chapter: mentions violence, panic attacks, Trauma, scars etc. Jeno is obsessed.

*((((A/N: words in bold are her conscience and words spoken in Korean are in italics ))))*

taglist: @scuzmunkie @devinitysann @luvrboyjeno

@painted-hills @mings-cafe

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FLOWER OF THE DAY: The Hibiscus. They are the symbol of positivity, joy, and cheer. They can also mean good luck and wealth. They can be kept as a personal “good luck” gift. Or given to someone who needs some positivity in their life.

“No! that’s not fair!”  I screamed in exasperation.

“Flower, I’m not cheating. I promise you it is a word.” Jeno said with his eyes twinkling in amusement.

We were currently in his office playing Scrabble.

We sat on opposite sides of his work desk.

I know, I was bored, okay?

This is the third time he’s won and I’m getting annoyed.

“Finifugal is not a word.” I argued. What the hell did he take me for?

He looks at me and smiles, his eyes making crescents “It is though.”

I kissed my teeth and lifted my self out of the chair making a mental note to google the word later.

“I’m finished playing.” Since all he wanted to do was cheat, I’d leave.

He threw his head back and laughed at my disgruntlement.

“You can end the game Flower but you’re staying with me today.”

I rolled my eyes at his bossiness.

The man hadn’t let me out of his sight since I told him about the scars on my back.

That was 2 weeks ago.

And over said 2 weeks I got my phone back.

Yay.

“I’ve been under your nose for 2 weeks already.” I complained.

“Exactly, so what’s 2 more?”

I squinted my eyes at him but sat down anyway. “I’m bored and I can’t do anything with you always watching like that”.

He arched a perfect brow “Why not?”

I huffed and crossed my arms “I just can’t!”

He leaned back in his chair and smirked with a mischievous look in his eyes “Is it because I make you nervous flower?”

Just like that the atmosphere became heavy and thick with tension.

Sexual Tension.

I gulped and looked away from his gaze “You’re an asshole”.

Fuck.

Why the hell does he have to be so annoyingly hot?

I squeeze my thighs together at the inappropriate thoughts passing through my head.

I must’ve been doing a shitty job of hiding it because next thing I know he speaks.

“Is there something wrong princess?” He says lowly.

His head is tilted slightly and his eyes dark, enough for me to know that he knows exactly what’s going on.

“Everything is fine.” I rush out.

I rather die than let him make a fool out of me.

My attraction to him is not something I want, so I’ll ignore it.

“What did I tell you about lying to me Y/n?” He grunted out.

I shut my eyes tightly trying to shut him out.

Although, the heat pooling between my legs proved that my methods were not effective at all.

“Come here.” He spoke out to me.

I peeled my eyes open and met his gaze.

I could see him fighting the little restrain he had left.

Good, I won’t be the only one suffering today.

“Come. Here. Now.” He said calmly. His patience must’ve been wearing thin.

I got up from my chair and made my way around his desk settling right in front of him.

He had pulled his chair back and was now looking at me with his legs spread and a dark look in his eyes.

“You’re killing me” He was angry. Furious even.

I said nothing. Too afraid that I would give in to his addicting self.

I stood for what felt like hours under his heated gaze.

I watched him clench and unclench his jaw in some type of anticipation.

In the dark confinement of his office, I realized…

We were waiting on each other.

Unconsciously making a bet.

‘Who will be the first to crack.’

“I want you.”

Those three words were uttered in such desperation.

Those words were uttered by the one who cracked first.

It was me.

I held his gaze completely unfazed by my abrupt confession.

He says nothing for a moment.

But even then, I could tell by his eyes,

He wanted me too.

 Maybe even more than I wanted him.

“Before we start anything Flower, I need you to know that there is no coming back from this. After this I won’t be able to give you up or let you go.” He says sternly.

I expected to have my mind filled with questions, but it seemed for once my heart and mind were on the same track.

I wanted Jeno.

I wanted him Now.

“Do you understand?” Jeno continues oblivious to the fact that I already had my answer from the minute he walked into Izzy’s flower shop.

“Yes, I understand.” I said without missing a beat.

“Good. Now, strip and get on the table.” He says gruffly.

 My body buzzed in anticipation.

I wanted him to break me apart and put me back together again.

Something told me that’s exactly what he was going to do.

Soon, I was naked and sat at the edge of his table.

“Such a fucking good girl.” He smiled and looked at me.

My heart soared as he praised me.

“I want you to do something for me okay?”

I nodded my head eagerly.

I can’t wait to feel him inside of me.

“I want you to touch yourself.” He rasps.

I didn’t object but I didn’t move either.

I suddenly felt sick.

‘Touch yourself for me Dove’.

“No” I whispered.

“If you aren’t comfortable with that you can tell me flower.” Jeno’s voice pulls me from my thoughts.

His eyes held sincerity.

“I’m sorry.” I said ashamed. This went horribly wrong.

“You don’t have to apologize baby”

He was still seated but his belt was undone.

He hadn’t touched me yet.

 I wanted him to.

I needed him to.

But I was scared.

‘Look at you trying to get rid of me already. I’ll never let that happen Dove.’

It happened so fast.

First, I felt nauseous.

The marks on my back started to itch.

Then they started to burn.

I dropped to the floor in excruciating pain.

I could hear Jeno’s voice in the background calling out for me.

“Flower? What’s wrong?’’ Jeno questioned alarmed.

I’d never heard him like that before.

I’ve never heard him so scared.

I tired to answer but my throat felt like it was closing up.

A vivid image of my brother’s face smiling down at me caused me to cry out.

“Y/N!” Jeno called out in alarm. He must’ve gotten up some time ago because felt his hands holding my bare waist.

“GET A DOCTOR IN HERE NOW!”

Was someone else in here with us?

‘This is what happens when you don’t listen Dove.’

I watched as the vivid image of my brother start to choke me.

I couldn’t breathe at all.

My hands clawed at my throat trying to pry my brother’s hands off me.

“Fucksake! Y/N breathe!” Jeno shouted.

I couldn’t.

“Breathe dammit!”

I was going to die.

”Y/N! Don’t you dare close your fucking eyes do you hear me!”

Suddenly, I was floating.

No, I think Jeno was carrying me.

He was running.

My eyelids felt heavy, and my limbs felt weak.

“Y/N please”

It must’ve been raining because I could feel the drops of rain on my face.

I smiled drunkenly.

I’d always wanted to die on a rainy day.

Then I realized, as blurry as my surrounding were I knew these dark halls.

We were still inside.

Rain doesn’t fall inside so how did I feel raindrops on my cheek?

My half-closed eyes looked up at Jeno.

As blurry as things were it was hard to miss his clenched jaw and watery eyes.

And before everything went black I realized,

It wasn’t rain, it was Jeno.

“Flower, you can’t leave me”

He was crying for me.

[secrets-of-everwich]

10-1 Into the Caves

[Click]

[Electronic hum underlies recording]

[Sounds of outside – wind, the occasional bird, twigs snapping etc.]

{Callie}

Hello, this is Callie Hewitt, recording on the 24th October 2021. I’m here in the graveyard in the evening, because I’m about to do something very stupid.

I know, I know, what could be more stupid than camping out for the Everwich Ghost? Well… Going into the Everwich Caves is definitely more stupid. And yet, I’m still going to. Why? Because I need answers. I need them. I, uh, did something very bad earlier, so I’m a bit on the clock right now to get into the caves, so let’s just go straight into it!

[Sounds of a lock opening]

[Sounds of a door opening]

[Sounds of Callie struggling]

Well. I’m currently looking at an open trapdoor. It’s… Very dark in there. Thankfully, I brought my lantern, my phone, and two torches. I also brought a backpack full of snacks, a first aid kit including emergency medication, a knife (just in case), an umbrella, and – obviously – the map. I also brought a map of Everwich, because why not! You can’t say I didn’t come prepared.

[Sounds of someone clambering around]

[Sounds of a door slamming shut]

[Echoes after all of Callie’s words]

Wow… It really is dark in here.

[Footsteps]

This is quite exciting, to be honest. Although- I wish there was someone here with me. But that’s okay, I’ve got you, loyal listener! Right. Well, I guess I should explain how I got here in the first place. Earlier today, I snuck into the graveskeeper’s house and stole Bert’s spare skeleton key… I really shouldn’t have, but I searched everywhere – and I mean everywhere – in the manor for the key to the basement, and I couldn’t find it. I even got Xavier to search his room again.

The entrance by the war memorial has been blocked up entirely since the 60s, and there’s no way I’m trudging through the forest in near-darkness alone.

[A pause]

[Footsteps stop]

Okay I understand how stupid that sounds now.

[Footsteps resume]

But at least in the graveyard, I could see where people were coming from, and I know it very well. The forest, I do not.

Anyway, I stole Bert’s skeleton key so I could unlock the trapdoor that leads into the caves. I feel bad, but, like I said, I need to get answers. At this point, it’s too late to turn back anyway.

My parents don’t mind I’m not here, they’re out doing… I don’t even know what they’re up to. They just said ‘business trip’. Point is, I was going to be home alone anyway. Xavier’s off with Emilia again, I think, so…

It’s definitely quite spooky, but it’s also quite fun down here. Listen to that echo!

[Loudly]

Echo!

{Echoes of Callie}

Echo, echo, echo, echo…

{Callie}

[Laughs]

Frankly, I was getting sick of being stuck in my room. There wasn’t anything to do!

Oh, that’s interesting! Look- Wait, you can’t look. There’s initials engraved here. Lots of them. Some look newer, some look older. That’s so cool… It’s so interesting seeing all the people’s initials. They all wanted to make a mark. And they did!

[Rustling]

I forgot to mention, I also took a camera. Like, a proper old-fashioned one, so I could take cool pictures.

[A different click]

There we go! Now I can look at this later on.

[A pause]

[Footsteps continue]

[Faint panting begins as time goes on]

Oh, I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere. I’m in a dead end. It kind of looks like a small room. I’ll pause here for a second, and just check the map.

[Rustling]

Okay, so if I walked from the graveyard entrance- Hold on, which one is that? This map kind of reminds me of a spider’s web… [Laughs] Okay, so it could be… That entrance, in which case… I didn’t turn around, so I would have gotten… I should have gone straight towards the basement of Everwich Manor by now, which means it wasn’t that entrance. So maybe… This one-

Oh wait, I could overlay the maps!

[Rustling]

Okay, so… There is the… The entrance… But that’s not possible… I didn’t take a turn anywhere, did I? Unless I started out the wrong way… This is such a maze.

[Sounds of a throat clearing]

Okay well, it appears I have taken a wrong turn somewhere, which means I’m going to keep my map out from now on. I think I know where I am, so I’m just going to follow the map.

[Rustling]

Lantern in one hand, map in the other, backpack on my back, let’s go!

[Footsteps]

[Silence]

[Radio static grows in loudness as time goes on]

[Radio static grows quieter]

[More panting]

So… I am… Very tired, and would like to sit down… I must have… been wrong in where I was with the… map, because I’ve been… Walking for… So long…

[A pause]

Unless… the layout has… changed… People haven’t been… In here for a… While, so…

[A pause]

[Footsteps stop]

Well… I think… This expedition has… not been a success… Hold on… What’s the time?

[Rustling]

[A pause]

Oh.

[Callie’s voice grows quieter, and more scared sounding]

[Less panting, but panting is still there]

It’s… Apparently very late. I entered at 5pm, and… apparently it’s 7pm now. I think I’m going to sit here for a bit, and retrace… My steps.

Thank you for listening to… This secret of Everwich. I’ll see you next time.

[Click]